Daddy's plaything(31)

Tony complied, reaching deep into his open fly to grasp all of his thick, long penis. Finally, he got it out and it made a gorgeous lazy hard-on. Even in its semi-hard state it was at least a third longer than her father's full erection. She had always dismissed the importance of size in the male organ, but as far as Tony was concerned the myth was real. The immensity of his organ and balls made her feel mushier than she had ever felt in her pussy and saliva gurgled in her throat. God, he was like a stud horse! A beautiful male animal designed for fucking. All man, with a deep voice and the world's biggest cock.

"Wow!" she said suddenly, shaking her head. "I guess the grass just hit me. It's marvelous. Really freaky. I feel all aglow and I could stare at your luscious prick all day." She giggled and bugged her eyes out as she pretended to stare intensely between his legs.

"Yes," Tony said, giggling also. "This is good stuff. It just hit me, too. I'm staring at your titties just as you're staring at my cock and they're getting more beautiful by the minute. When you're high everything is intensified. When you come it's magnified ten times at least. Even touching becomes a far out experience. Let me stroke your titties and I'll show you what I mean."

"If you'll let me play with your prick, I will," Sherry said, giggling.

"Don't worry," Tony said, his eyes slightly glassy. "And when we touch each other be sure and be extra gentle. You don't have to touch very hard to get the wildest sensations you ever experienced."

Tony came over and sat beside Sherry on the couch, kissed her long and full on the neck, cheeks, eyes. Then he clamped his mouth to hers and inserted his tongue. Sherry sucked his tongue, pretending it was a cock.

"You do everything, don't you?" he said. "I can tell by the way you just sucked my tongue."

"Yes," she said. "I do everything you ever imagined," she said. "Just now I was pretending I was sucking your big cock. Your tongue became your prick and I was sucking it off."

"I know," he said. "I could tell. And I was pretending your mouth was your pussy."

"I could tell, too," Sherry said.

They both got the marijuana giggles again and bent over double with wild, insightful laughter. When finally they managed to sputter to a stop, Tony became serious again and stroked her hair as thought examining every shiny strand.

He was, for the moment, on a hair trip. "And to think you're only sixteen," he said, fumbling with the elastic of her panties.

"Take your pants down," Sherry breathed. "I want to see those big beautiful nuts of yours, too. Nuts?" She laughed. "No, nuts are small. Yours are like melons. Let me touch and play with and kiss your melons?"

She didn't wait for him to drop his pants. Her finger found the remaining buttons of his fly, deftly undid them and slid his tight-fitting pants down to his ankles. Then she slipped off his shorts as he raised his buttocks to assist her.

"You're all bunchy down there," she slurred, gazing at his pants and shorts gathered at his ankles.

"Sorry," he said, and hastily slung off his clothing and sat naked beside her.

"Lie back," she said. "The way you were in the woods yesterday."

He did and she just stared at his enormous hard-on and the huge testicles in their flesh gunny-sack cradled in the valley, of his legs. She emitted a little whimper, then hugged his legs and pressed her cheek to his scrotum and snuggled against the mammoth globes. They were soft and very warm, like a welcome pillow case full of two pillows and she cooed and nestled against them, the marijuana driving her to incredible heights of desire and appreciation I or the male genital area. Almost prayerfully, she worshipped at the altar of his balls and the huge monument of meat that jutted so high above them. Oddly though, despite her intense state of arousal, she felt in no hurry. It was as though they had all the time in the world, and she didn't want to rush anything. She wanted her love session with Tony to last forever. Eternally.

"What shall we do first?" she asked.

"I don't know what you like," Tony said.

"I like everything," Sherry said. "I like everything I saw you and those two girls doing in the woods yesterday and more. Just every thing, Tony – with you absolutely anything you want."

"Why don't you come up and sit on my face then," he said.

"Okay, but as long as I'm down here wouldn't you like me to kiss your dong a little first?"

Under the circumstances, Tony's plan was easily altered. "Okay," he moaned. "But are you sure you want to? I mean do you know how? You're only sixteen."

Sherry laughed evilly. It came out a low chuckle. "You'll see, my beautiful man. Just lie back and let your baby show you what she's been thinking about since the first second she laid eyes on you." Sherry took Tony's mammoth prick in both hands and gazed at the foreskin with wet lips as she held her head close and worked the bunching of flesh up and down the pulsing, hot shaft. It was easily the most beautifully designed thing nature had ever created, she thought. She continued to rest her head on the pillow of his balls and stare at the bulbous head with its faintly pink line beneath the protruding ridge and the strand of flesh that held the foreskin to the head. It was exquisite in every detail and even the slit through which this God of a man peed and came was a smiling, little hungry mouth. No, it wasn't little! It spanned half the surface of his cock-head, which no doubt accounted for the great out pouring of sperm she had viewed yesterday. Yes, the arsenal of his testicles had a great aperture through which to fire his love juice.