Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ASSTR;'Hot Cock'{Bunyip}(MF)[1!1] Hot Cock by Siren How I do love to hold a nice thick, hard cock between my two hands and slowly stroke him up to his purple cock head, so his foreskin flows over the end in crumpled folds like soft pink satin sheets. Then to grip tighter and slide my clasped hands back down along that long hard shaft pulling his foreskin tight so the head of that wonderful erection is proud and displayed as a cap, mounted on top of his cock. I get wet just thinking about it and right now, after a couple of lines writing about it, I find myself moving on my chair, pushing my now puffy pussy against the cushion of the seat. I move from side to side making my lips part a little, but also making one slide against the other, and my clitty is popping it's little head up to see what's exciting me. I want to hold that cock right now and I begin to salivate at the thought of my wet tongue on his sensitive cock, at the thought of him moving in response to my licking. I wet my lips instinctively, and I think of that cock. I think of kissing him all along the length of his shaft, of the feel of that soft baby skin that covers even an older man's cock. I think of how hard it is inside, with the thick shaft as hard as bone. I remember wondering where the bone went after my first encounter with a cock ended with my hands and face covered with his juices, while his cock was shrinking away. I thought I had done something wrong and he didn't want to play anymore. Little did I know at that time that the fun was in getting it back up again. Now I'm getting really wet. I can feel my clitty being dragged between my well lubricated inner lips as they swell, and it hardens. Every time I move, I feel my parts slide on one another. I'm rocking on the seat right now, like a little girl experiencing pleasure down there without really understanding why, or where it came from. I'm hot for sex right now, but there's nobody here but me. I guess I'll just stoke the fire for as long as I can stand it before touching myself down there. My thoughts of that long, fat cock are heavy in my current fantasy and I think of taking it in my mouth, just the head for now. But as I can feel his rubbery cock head on my lips I part my lips to let him in. I dare not touch him with my teeth just yet so I let him put that big rubbery lump up against the roof of my mouth, right to the back of my throat, and it slides along between my lips. My tongue tastes the first signs of his fluid, clean and fresh, not salty yet, that comes later. No arguement, I want to fuck him right now. The mere thought of that big thick cock is teasing my pussy, and I fantasise about teasing his cock. I'm getting a bit mushy down there right now, my legs are apart and I'm leaning forward to put more pressure on my pussy lips. I slip back into the chair to enhance the pressure on my pussy lips and I feel them exposed from their hot little hide-away, out into my panties and I know how tasty my panties will be after this. Perhaps I should start selling them like I see some girls do on the internet. I certainly could supply a couple of juicy wet panties a day and most likely half a dozen if I concentrated on being wet all day long! How wonderful that could be, to be permanently excited, always arroused and ready for sex. Yum Yum! Then to be paid for getting all slippery wet! Well how about having a nice hard cock always at the ready. Maybe that would be impossible for one guy, but wouldn't it be nice to be a queen who could take any man she wanted, whenever she wanted to, and of course never get sick or pregnant, except if I wanted to! I could go from guy to guy and take my choices of the best ones. Mmmm! Yummy! Where was I? Oh yes, with this great thick, hard cock in my mouth plugged up against my tonsils, and about to start sucking on him. It's not a gagging thing for me so I can take a cock as far back as I'm comfortable and that's as much as I take, simple. My lips tighten on his cock as I suck down and my cheeks cave in, but by now he's not looking at my face anyway. I draw back and pull his cock with me with my suction, and I start mouth fucking him with the head of his cock up against the roof of my mouth, with my tongue slidding along underneath his shaft, on the soft sentitive part. For some reason, even as I type this, I'm sucking on my tongue and my pussy is rubbing frantically on the seat cushion. In just a moment I find myself in a warm gentle zone ... I have to confide, I stopped typing for a few minutes while I turned that hot feeling down there into a small orgasm, and now I'm really wet, and so is the seat, but it's seen worse. Having "gone off" as my mother would say, I think of my subjects cock reaching that same situation. I can vividly feel the sensation of how a man stiffens just as he's about to come, how he stops everything, as if he's frightened he'll miss it all if he moves. Then I know to stop my mouth fucking, and to simply suck in rapid succession with my tongue massaging the underside of his cock, about twice a second. If I feel him cumming, to suck in tune with his spurts which go straight down the back of my throat and I don't even taste him usually, at least until he takes it out. Some girls are afraid of choking on his come but it's not much more than a teaspoon full and as long as you stop breathing for the few seconds that he's coming that won't happen. I don't really take any notice when I'm giving some guy a suck, headjob, blowjob, whatever you prefer to call it, but I know that sometimes after he's done I suddenly realise that I've stopped breathing, sometimes for a very long time, and then I take a very deep breath that startles him. I'm way past wet right now and I can feel the heat from my own pussy on the insides of my legs, so I'll have to finish this off, then finish myself off. As I said; when he comes, and I feel him coming, convulsing, I stroke the underside of his cock with my tongue. If I can get into rythm with him I feel the gushes of cock juice flowing along his cock and run my tongue along behind it, sucking and pumping his cock until it's empty. It might sound wierd but I feel so good to know that "I" caused him to come, rather than something he did. Well I've looked at the seat and I'm embarrased, again. I'll be cleaning that later. Right now I'm going to my room where I'll take off my come soaked panties, and hold them in front of my face as I massage my little pussy to sleep, after a little exercise of course. So excuse me, I'm otherwise occupied for a while. I'll have to go over this little fantasy again just to see if you can tell how often, and where I stopped for an "interlude"! Bye!