There once was a cock on the loose. Not like a chicken, but a real cock, balls and all, floating around, humming with energy and exhilaration.
Without a mind, body parts enjoy each moment with more clarity and oneness than the Buddha himself. The cock enjoyed every part of the world around him (as an escaped body part, we usually don't assign gender, but this case speaks for itself) in the most sexual way: the feeling of the sunshine heating his delicate foreskin, the breeze tousling his little wiry hairs, his balls bouncing freely. The cock was making love to the open air as it explored its new world.
It found Emilie by chance. You'd be mistaken if you assumed the cock found her by sniffing out the pheromones of a woman masturbating in her backyard. As it was just a cock, all that other biology men have just wasn't a factor. That's why Emilie welcomed the cock into her sexy, sweaty session - no strings attached, just a dick floating around. She had many a fantasy about this moment.
"You looks like a grower," Emilie said to the cock. She started to turn off her vibrator, but the cock made its way to her mouth, so she left it running.
One hand massaged the vibrating dildo over her clit, down to her taint, circling her wet, magical entrance, and finding its way back up to her clit (swollen with desire). The other hand guided the loose cock into her mouth. It swelled in her mouth, and she groaned, delighted to be able to suck a guy's dick without having to crane her neck or stoop over. The dick's balls tightened and she played with the soft eggs in his folds. The dick slid in and out of her mouth politely but urgently. Emilie circled her clit with her thumb frantically. She could bring herself to orgasm in moments with a pillow or even her full hand crammed between her legs, but never by simply stimulating her clit with her fingers.
The cock's foreskin slipped back over the cock, now fully erect, its swollen head like a big purple mushroom, it's shaft a veiny, masculine stalk. It pushed into her mouth, demanding more space than there was. Emilie suckled its frenulum, and sucked as hard as she could on his head. Her clit was so hard, her whole pussy aching and wet.
She took her time, sucking, hard and steady, pumping, playing with the foreskin, slipping her tongue under and teasing the soft skin. But she was careful not to let the eager thing cum.
That's because it wasn't the huge, rock-hard cock spreading her lips, and the taste of precum in her mouth that turned her on so good. The thing about loose body parts is that whatever happens to the body part, whoever it belongs to still feels. What turned Emilie on and drove her body into a frenzy of lust was that somewhere, the fellow that lost his cock, was on the brink of orgasm, and he couldn't do anything about it.
She stopped sucking. The cock shuddered. She groaned. She traced her fingers down her body, over the swell of her breasts, over her nipples, over her mound and into the wetness of her pussy. She let the dick slip out of her mouth, and reached up to wipe her own body's fluids on to the cock.
The guy's name by coincidence was Dick. And while Emilie was taking her time teasing the cock and lighting her body on fire with lust, Dick lay on his couch at home.
"Fuck!" He hissed out from between his teeth. "What kind of psycho does this!" His whole body was coursing with hot, uncontrollable lust. The invisible mouth-no, not invisible, a mouth god knows where having 'face time' with his cock-took his cock in heroically deep. It sucked hard, drawing his cock out for even more suction and pressure. Dick gasped - he almost came - but the mouth suddenly stopped. "Fuck!" Dick yelled in his pillow.
He was too busy moaning in his pillow to hear the door creak open behind him. "Dick?"
"Fuck!" His neighbour, April, was looking him over. "Get out!"
"What's happening to you?"
