Sherry twanged it so that the great meat missile moved back and forth for a long time before it once again stood still and straight and pointing at the ceiling. She put her arms about it then, the way one would put arms about the neck of a lover and, letting her hair drape over it, began gently kissing it from its trunklike base to the very tip. Then she held both balls, which were so enormous it was impossible to insert them in her mouth and, holding them in both palms the way one would hold a cantaloupe, showered them with loud kisses and buried her face into their squishiness… She turned her head and pressed her ear against them as she kissed and she could hear the ocean of his sperm and almond-shaped vessels of his testicles splashing through the partition of flesh. "Oh, I can hear your come and your balls splashing around inside your sac!" she cried. "It's a beautiful sound. Tony, please sing a little? Sing a long, low note so that I hear your things buzz and feel them vibrate in my hands. Please?"
She wanted him to strike a loud note the way he had yesterday. Tony took a deep breath and sang with all his might. Fortisimo fremitus! His great globes vibrated like crazy in her hands, tickling them even, as the loud and true note rang through the room. She held the jiggling symbols of his manhood tighter in order to feel every cell leap and dance as his masculine voice boomed throughout the room. It was one of the most thrilling experiences of her life! She nuzzled, burying her nose into the flesh sac and the vibration of his balls actually tickled her nose.
When the note ended, she scooted up and uncontrollably began tonguing his cock slit. She parted it and saw that it was already partially filled with lubricant. She stuck her tongue inside and smacked her lips, tasting. Then she spread her mouth as wide apart as it would go and delicately let the sides of her saliva-wet mouth make gentle friction with the huge organ. Immediately, his pre-orgasmic dribbling began pouring into her throat. God, his lubricant gushed more than most men came! It had a sweet taste and she swallowed it anxiously, dreaming of the torrent that would follow when he actually geysered forth his great load that lay in waiting.
Sherry took as much of Tony's organ as her mouth would allow, forcing it even half way down her throat until she gagged in ecstasy and squeezed hard with her hands to bring forth more and more of the sweet-tasting lubricant. Finally, even her gagging ceased and she realized that she had become a kind of sword swallower – yes, except the sword was hard flesh instead of metal. She had no idea how she had managed to insert the entire shaft into her throat but she had done it! It was a miracle!
"Jesus!" Tony moaned. "Nobody ever got that much of my prick in her mouth. Oh, Christ, that feels good! But don't hurt yourself, baby?"
Sherry could not utter a sound, not even the slightest grunt of appreciation, for Tony's prick seemed to be pressing against her lungs. She kneaded his balls and felt the cock jerk far down in her chest. His use of the word baby reminded her that she had once heard somebody describe an enormous male organ as the size of a baby's arm. Yes, that's what it was. Tony's organ was easily that large.
Now, very gingerly, she withdrew his member and asked, "Do you have any liqueur? Creme de menthe, creme de cocoa, anything like that?"
"No," Tony managed to reply. "Why?"
Sherry wanted to make this the best blow job this man had ever experienced. She wanted to do everything (at least!) that she had done for her father. "I want to pour some on your prick and lick it off slowly. It-it would feel extra nice and it takes a long, tong time."
"I just have bourbon and scotch," he said.
"Do you have any chocolate syrup?"
"Yes. In the cupboard."
"Good," she said. "Don't move. Stay here. I'll be right back."
Sherry got up and opened the cupboard. There was a large can of liquid chocolate. She was glad that it wasn't in the refrigerator. It would be too cold and not so pleasant on her lover's prong. She fetched the already open can and quickly returned to Tony who lay moaning and writhing on the sofa. Then, slowly, she poured the stream of liquid over his cock and balls.
"You'll love this," she said. "Just lie there and let baby lick it all off."
Ever so slowly, Sherry then began lapping the sweet, dark chocolate from her dream man's member. Her tongue twirled trying to reach about the great width of the stout wanger as she swallowed the sticky substance from each and every pore of Tony's burstingly engorged meat. His moans resembled those of a dying man as she worked methodically over head and foreskin and testicles, cleansing him thoroughly. Every now and then a gush of semen would flow from the pulsing head and run down over the chocolate. In contrast, the fluid resembled marshmallow over fudge and this spurred Sherry to even greater efforts as she noisily licked at the delicacy.