Going Up Part 2

Nevertheless, licking its shaft reminded Siren of licking a thick, long, hard peppermint stick. Cock sucking really was much like sucking a lollipop or, to be more specific, a stick of candy, she thought. It may not be sweet, literally, as candy was, but a firm prick was certainly as fun-or more fun, actually-than sucking on a candy cane.

She tipped her head, and the gumdrop-glans penetrated her lips. Slowly, she pushed her head down, sliding the "O" of her mouth down the rigid rod of flesh, feeling her mouth glide down, over and along, the taut skin covering the hard, swollen shaft and the bulging veins within his dick.

Charlie moaned. Tickling sensations danced within his balls, and his anus fluttered. His thighs quaked, muscles flexing. He watched Siren's head bob up and down; watched her lush red hair bounce and shake; watched her sweet, lovely face, frowning with concentration; and watched her rounded lips, plunging and withdrawing, back and forth, upon his distended organ. Her velvet-soft lips; her tender, wet tongue; and the watery inner cheeks of her mouth enveloped, bathed, and stroked his manhood, her drool dribbling down his shaft and balls.

Charlie watched his prick vanish and reappear between her lips as she pumped them up and down upon his straining, lurching shaft in a slow, steady rhythm. With her lovely face stuffed with cock, she looked up at him, her wide blue eyes going crescent as she smiled, signaling her pleasure. Silently, she expressed her sense of privilege and honor at being allowed to service him in this manner. Her obvious enjoyment of the intimate act-an act that men-straight men, at least-would find abhorrent was, for her, a source of satisfaction, maybe even joy, and her delight shone on her lovely, radiant face. Her enjoyment excited him as much as her sucking of his cock, and he returned her smile. Patting her head, he said, "You're a good little cock sucker, baby. Oh, you know how to please a man, you do!"