Down below in Harvey's thoroughly awesome cock and balls.
Sheree began to roll the sides of her tongue over the head of Harvey's dick. She was pleased to find that the skin covering Harvey's bulbous glands felt every bit as smooth on her tingling taste buds as it looked like it would. She licked at the head of Harvey's pecker lazily. She licked until the entire mushroom-cap like glands was wet and shiny with the excessive spittle from her mouth. It was at this moment that Sheree first forgot to swallow frequently enough to compensate for the extra saliva being produced by the hyperactive gland beneath her tongue. Sheree drooled spittle onto her chin.
She didn't care. Harvey didn't care.
Sheree began to lick up and down the shaft of Harvey's cock shaft with the flat part of her tongue.
"I can't believe how hot you are making me feel," he said.
"I can't wait to taste your come," Sheree replied quickly.
"Not all women like to swallow come, you know," he said.
"I can't help but think those women are fools!" she said.
"Why?"
"Don't they know how delicious man-come can be?" Sheree asked.
"I guess not."
"Don't they know that come is good for them?" Sheree asked.
"Good for them?" Harvey queried, tilting his head to one side.
"Yeah, man-come is almost one-hundred percent protein!"
"I didn't know that," Harvey said to the kneeling woman sincerely.
"Sure! Come is like good food, it's like being fed a hot meal. You know, there are times when I can almost feel myself getting healthier when I am drinking come straight from the tip of a spasming cock!"
"Wow!"
Harvey was impressed. He had never heard a member of the opposite gender talk this way before.
"Why do you suppose some women won't swallow?" Sheree asked.
"Beats me. I guess they think it is disgusting," Harvey said.
"There is nothing disgusting about the birds and the bees."
"I guess they must think that come tastes bad or something."
"That only goes to show that they have never tried it."
"I suppose. Maybe they think swallowing come is degrading."
"Bullshit! They should live in a nunnery if that's the case."
"I couldn't agree more, Sheree, I couldn't agree more!"
Sheree licked up and down the stalk of Harvey's pecker with the flat part of her tongue – with the coated part of her bold and curious taster.
The diminutive and passionate female licked at his cock as if she were just a little girl licking again and again at an all-day sucker.
The dark-haired and olive-complexioned girl did not stop licking until she had covered the young man's entire pecker with a thin layer of her sweet and slippery saliva.
The orally compulsive local girl squeezed Harvey's cock and balls a little more tightly than before – but still nowhere near tightly enough to risk hurting Harvey's twin glands of manhood.
Sheree removed her fingertips from the underside of his cock shaft and snapped back with her head and shoulders to avoid getting slapped in the face with his rock-hard pecker.
She quickly made a fist around his dick with her tiny hand.
His cock shaft was so thick that her fingers did not make it all the way around the stem – at least not without the help of her long-red fingernails. The tips of her nails were pressing semi-circles of red into the heel of her palm as she squeezed his cock. She squeezed his cock and his balls in sync with one another, still synchronizing her squeezes to his racing heartbeat so that she would simulate his natural throbbing with her super-sexy hands.
Sheree used her right fist to aim the tip of Harvey's cock at her mouth. Sheree concentrated on relaxing the muscles at the sides of her jaw, so that she would be able to open her mouth as far as was humanly possible now that the time had come. She worked her jaw from side to side a little bit – just to get the kinks out of the hinges of her jaw.
The diminutive and passionate female once again curled her lips over her teeth so that she would not bite. The dark-haired and olive-complexioned girl did not want to hurt Harvey's cock with her pearly white choppers any more than she had wanted to hurt his balls a few moments earlier.
The dark-haired and olive-complexioned girl once again concentrated on breathing exclusively through her nose. The orally compulsive local girl knew that soon this was going to be a necessity. After all her mouth was going to be full. The small-breasted and tight-assed chick's mouth was going to be full of cock meat. The preciously cute and kneeling girl's oral cavity was going to be filled to the brim with Harvey's cock. The sexually attractive twenty year old girl then dropped her jaw. She could feel her nostrils flaring wildly. She could hear herself making animalistic snorting noises with her nose that were louder than ever.
She opened her mouth so far that the skin at the corners stretched taut. Sheree's mouth opened so far that her jaw threatened to lock in the open position. She could feel her jaw starting to ache, but she tried not to think about it. Sheree tried to push her personal discomfort into the back of her head, as far from her stream-of-consciousness as she could get it, so that she would be able to concentrate her attention one-hundred percent on the pleasure she was giving Harvey. She then pushed forward with her head and shoulders and took the head of his cock into her mouth. It was a tight fit.
But it was a fit nonetheless.
The girth of Harvey's cock head stretched the corners of Sheree's mouth even more than they had been stretched already, and Sheree would not have thought that was possible unless she had felt it for herself.
She pushed forward with her head until the entire head of his dick had disappeared in her mouth. She locked her lips desperately around the ring of scar tissue at the top of his cock shaft, just below the lower rim of his glands. Sheree knew that this ring of scar tissue came from the operation Harvey had received – no doubt when he was just a little baby – to remove his useless foreskin.
She began to suck.
CHAPTER TWO
At that moment Roberta Jean Richardson was sitting on a barstool in THE GOLDEN GREEK'S BAR AND GRILL AND BOWLING LANES, a beer and shots joint on the southern-most edge of Painted Post, Pennsylvania.
Roberta Jean Richardson was a tall woman, standing close to five feet ten inches. She was a blonde bombshell, with all of her curves in the right places. Roberta Jean, as they say, was broad where a broad was supposed to be broad. She was an Amazon woman, tougher than most of the men in town, yet her face and her body were achingly beautiful. Her muscles, though well-toned and somewhat bulky, were not the slightest bit unattractive.
It was obvious to everyone who looked at Roberta Jean that she had put in a lot of work at the local spa to keep herself in fine shape.
She had grown up with a domineering father and a drunken mother.
She had learned how to fight early – since she had nothing but older brothers, and it was a skill that had gotten her in a hell of a lot of trouble during the twenty years she had been on the earth. Her tits were huge.
She had a chip on her shoulder, mostly because of the merciless teasing she had received from the other kids in grammar school and high school because of her mother's constantly inebriated state.
The teasing had stopped once Roberta Jean started kicking ass. The trouble was that Roberta Jean Richardson did not know when to keep her fists to herself.
It seemed that she was always starting a fight and there was more than one member of the community that thought it was pretty Goddamned amazing that Roberta Jean Richardson had never spent time in prison.