The beautiful young woman then parted her lips and once again stuck her tongue out as far as it could go.
This time she placed the tip of her tongue on the underside of his cock shaft – at the very base of the pecker.
She touched the very spot where Harvey could feel the tickle of manly anticipation growing and growing.
Sheree flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth quickly. She straightened her back and lifted her head as she licked upward toward the head.
She licked slowly.
Patiently.
Sensuously.
Sheree licked upward a fraction of an inch at a time, a millimeter at a time. She licked upward steadily until she got to the fleshy patch of skin just below the head of his cock head, on the underside of the shaft, immediately beneath the groove, the split, in his glands.
This was the split that made Sheree think Harvey's cock head looked so very much like a ripe plum.
Sheree could tell that this was a magic spot. She could tell by the way Harvey's entire body jerked when she licked him there. Harvey made a loud grunting exclamation of physical pleasure as the tip of Sheree's tongue made direct contact with the magic spot.
What Sheree did not know was that this was one of the most sensitive spots on Harvey's entire body, a spot where Harvey's nerve-endings were clustered more densely than in any other.
After allowing her tongue to linger at this spot for five to ten seconds – which seemed like a hell of a lot longer to Harvey – Sheree licked right up the groove on the underside of his cock head. This time she did not stop until her tongue was on the little hole at the very tip of his pecker.
Now that Sheree had Harvey's cock on her mouth and in her hands she could tell that it was even longer than she thought it would be.
She could tell that Harvey's dick was maybe ten and a half inches long. The truth of the matter, however, was that it was not the length of the man's pecker that impressed the diminutive woman most of all. It was the raw thickness of Harvey's cock that got to Sheree and really blew her mind. She could see that Harvey's cock was a good deal thicker than her own wrist. The diminutive and passionate female could see that Harvey's cock was very close to being as close as both of her wrists pressed together.
The dark-haired and olive-complexioned girl could see that Harvey's cock was thickest at the head.
Sheree could see in the dim light in that backseat that Harvey's cock head was shaped like a grossly overgrown acorn – the type of acorn from which mighty oak trees grow. The orally compulsive local girl could see that the skin covering the head of Harvey's cock was stretched amazingly smooth and thin by the swelling he was experiencing down there.
Sheree could not remember seeing anything quite as smooth as the skin covering the head of Harvey's cock. It was smoother than any tabletop, she knew.
The small-breasted and tight-assed chick could not wait to find out if the skin on the head of his cock felt as smooth as it looked on her sexually aroused taste buds.
The preciously cute and kneeling girl thought that Harvey's cock head looked like a mushroom cap, like a purple doorknob!
The sexually attractive twenty year old girl found herself looking at the little hole at the tip of Harvey's pecker. She was smart enough and sexually experienced enough to know that this was the hole through which both Harvey's golden urine and silver seed emerged.
Sheree could see that there were swollen little lips on either side of Harvey's cute piss hole. She smiled.
Sheree could not help but think that those little lips made his urethra look like a toothless mouth.
The petite woman could see that Harvey's piss hole was opening and closing rhythmically because of the tiny spasms the young man was experiencing down there. As Harvey's piss hole opened and closed in that manner, Sheree thought that the diminutive nether mouth looked as if it were trying desperately – and in vain, of course – to sing aloud, with its acute desire.
The skin covering the head of Harvey's dick was stretched so tight that it looked as if it would explode if another drop of blood tried to pump its way inside.
Sheree could tell that Harvey's cock head had turned a dark shade of purple because it was thoroughly engorged with the hot blood of his masculine arousal.
The diminutive and passionate female could tell that it was a blue-black hue.
Sheree could see that the shaft of Harvey's cock was slightly skinnier than the head – and that it was also a slightly lighter shade of purple. These differences, however, Sheree noticed, were not great ones.
Sheree could tell that the halt of Harvey's cock was every bit as hard as the head. She could tell that it was as hard as rock.
Granite.
Sheree could tell that Harvey's cock shaft was every bit as hard as a pillar of marble. The diminutive and passionate female could see and feel with her fingers and tongue that there were dilated blue veins protruding from the shaft of Harvey's otherwise smooth cock shaft.
Those bulging veins made Harvey's cock shaft look craggy. The handsome young man's cock stem look gnarled. The good-looking young stud's dick stalk looked angry. The small but well-hung male's cock shaft looked a hell of a lot more like an angry weapon than like an instrument of love-making, and there was something about this aspect of his dick's appearance that greatly appealed to Sheree.
The intensely aroused masculine lover's cock had one vein running up and down its shaft that was a good deal longer and thicker than any of the others. Sheree correctly assumed that this was the main vein, the vein whose job it was predominantly to pump blood all the way up into the head of his meat loaf.
The dark-haired and olive-complexioned girl had just allowed that longest and thickest being to determine the tip of her tongue's route as it flicked lightly and quickly back and forth from the base to the top of the shaft.
Harvey's balls, like his cock, were the largest that Sheree's had ever seen, and Sheree had seen some BIG balls in her day.
The handsome young man's balls were the size of golf balls, only they were not quite round. Sheree thought they were shaped like chicken eggs.
The good-looking young stud's scrotal sack was filled to the brim with come. Sheree's thought it felt against her palm and the insides of her spread fingers as if it were about to overflow.
Judging exclusively upon the sight and feel of Harvey's scrotal sack, Sheree would have guessed that it had been at least a month since Harvey last shot his wad. Logic told the petite brunette that this was not true. Still, there had to be a reason why Harvey and Roberta Jean Richardson had broken up.
Sheree could see that there was a thick patch of short and curly pubic hair growing all around the base of the shaft of his boner.
The orally compulsive local girl could see that there were even short and curly hairs growing directly out of Harvey's scrotal sack.
Very cute.
Very cute, indeed.
Sheree flicked the tip of her tongue lightly and quickly back and forth across Harvey's piss hole for a long time. Soon, each and every one of Harvey's muscles had tensed up on him involuntarily. The handsome young man could feel his face getting hot, and he correctly assumed that he was turning as red as a beet. The slight but attractive stud could feel his facial features starting to contort wildly, so wildly in fact that he no longer looked very much like himself. The good-looking young stud could feel his back teeth grinding together so tightly that the muscles at the sides of his face, at the hinges of his jaw, were protruding – bulging outward with the strain of his exertion.
His back teeth were clenched together so tightly that his jaw was starting to ache. But Harvey hardly paid any attention to this mild discomfort. This slight pain, Harvey found, was next to nothing, all but insignificant, when compared to the roaring pleasure he was experiencing down below.