When finally his prick was licked clean, Sherry begged him to mount her mouth, stick his prick between her lips and let his great balls hang on her chest as he fucked her face. He complied for a while, thrusting and plunging deep into her oral cavity as she tugged at his firm ass and felt his testicles like another pair of tits against her own. After a while though, he ceased fucking her mouth suddenly and cried, "It isn't fair, baby! I have to taste you. I want to lick your beautiful, young slit and give you pleasure, too."
Reluctantly, torn with mixed emotions, Sherry allowed Tony to carry her into the bedroom and spread her out on the white sheets. He left and then returned with the can of chocolate, placed a towel under her ass, slid her panties off and hurled them across the room. First, he buried his face between her legs, sniffing and inhaling deeply at her natural odors, licking and sampling every crease and fold of her vagina.
Then, after five minutes of swallowing her lubricant, he poured the stream of chocolate over her steaming, saliva-wet snatch and began the long cleansing of her love hole and rectum. He was even more thorough than she had been, if that were possible, and from time to time be would finger her sweet clit as he licked chocolate from her erect nipples, too. As she had observed yesterday, he had the tongue of an anteater and she could swear that he was tickling her intestines and ovaries when he made up his mind to depart from her clitoris and cunt lips – and probe the interior of her cunt.
"Oh, honey, sugar-man!" Sherry cried. "I want you to fuck me so much but I want to swallow your come, too. I don't know! I'm so confused, and your tongue feels so good. What shall we do?"
"Let's come this way," he gasped. "I want to make you come with my mouth, too. We'll rest and then we'll fuck. But first we'll sixty-nine."
"Oh, yes, darling," Sherry cried. "Whatever you say… whatever my darling says…" She began fumbling then, in a state of hysteria, as she grabbed for his hot poker and tried to get it in her mouth without, losing contact with his mouth that lapped at her vagina. Finally, they lay on their sides, each gorging and feasting noisily on genitals – munching, slurping groaning in insane anticipation. Sherry drew very near the heights now. Tony's enormous tongue had the ability to steadily massage her clitoris while, at the same time bathe the entire length of her cunt. It was like getting fucked and sucked at the same time, a sensation she had never dreamed possible.
"Baby, baby, baby, give me your load!" she mumbled, breaking briefly away from his stabbing gristle hunk. "I want it all! I want it all! I want to drink from your prick forever, forever!"
"Okay," Tony responded. "I'm nearly there, too. I can feel it starting. You sure you are ready… you're sure…"
"Yes, yes, I'm sure… I'm sure… come, baby, come, come… Ohhhhbhh! There! Now, let me have yours… Ahhhhhhh…"
Sherry had barely gotten the words out when a gush of sperm struck the inside of her mouth with such force it nearly knocked her from the bed. It was like taking a drink from a drinking fountain that appeared to be normal only to learn that the pressure had built up inside and drenched your entire face. Try as she might, she could not gulp down the sticky love fluid as fast as it spurted and so she resorted to catching the overflow with her hands for a postorgasm snack. Her own body was racked with wave after delicious wave of seismic, orgasmic jolts as she drank and it was as though she were drowning in a pool of nectar and being electrocuted with tiny pin-pricks of delight at the same time. How many times had she come? She couldn't begin to count them any more than she could count the mouthfuls of sperm she had ingested. Finally, the ball-jumping spurts of ejaculation dwindled and she was able to drink from her brimming palms. Her tummy felt full, her body limp and satiated. She collapsed, still nursing the final dregs that seeped up from Tony's testicles and shuddered as his tongue, too, slowed in tempo.
It was dark when they awoke. They had slept for hours. Sherry glanced at the illuminated dial of the electric clock on the nightstand and saw that it was seven o'clock. She reversed herself on the bed and snuggled beside Tony and kissed him on the nose. He awoke and cradled her in his powerful arms. "It's seven," she said. "We have a couple of hours until work."
"I'm glad," he said. "There's something else I want to do to you – that is if you don't mind."
"I'd kill you if you didn't fuck me," Sherry said. "Ummm, your tongue was so nice but I'd die if you didn't stick that beautiful slab of prick between my legs."
"There is something to sheer fucking, isn't there?" Tony said.