Love Affair with Cocks

It’s after midnight on a hot August night. I am 16 years old and I am parked on the edge of a wheat field with my 18 year old date. He has dark hair, brown eyes and a smooth firm body. We are in his truck and making out with all the passion that teenagers can feel.

His tongue is in my mouth and his hands are on my breasts and I let him pull off my shirt and unhook my bra. I cannot believe the sensation of his mouth on my nipples and something is driving me to moan and writhe under him, right there on the front seat of his truck.

I let him undo my jeans and I feel his hand slide inside and he sighs in my ear, ‘babe, you are so wet!’. (To this day, that statement makes me incredibly aroused.) He is grinding his bulge against me, but I don’t know that I should touch him. I have no idea of what to do. All I know is that he is pulling off my jeans and panties and I never want him to stop touching me.

He sits up and strips off his shirt and I can’t help but stroke his smooth chest. He unzips his pants and struggles to pull them off. And then I see it. His cock. I have never seen a hard cock before. It is dark and the head looks like a mushroom. It looks big to me, but for some reason, I think this is one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen. He takes my hand and guides it to surround his cock. It is so smooth… hard, but soft in a way. He helps me stroke it and I look at his face - it is contorted with pleasure and his breathing is rapid and ragged. He pulls away from me, tells me to put my knees up and he pushes that amazing cock against my very wet pussy. He swears as it is so tight and resistant to him, but suddenly he breaks through and he is inside. It hurts, but it feels good. And he begins to thrust inside me. I remember stroking his back and cupping his ass. I didn’t move and I didn’t moan. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. What I do remember thinking is that I am soooo going to do this again. He continues thrusting and he cums. And we lay there listening to Bob Seger on the cassette player, I could feel cum leaking out of me.

I was in love. Not with him, but with cocks.

I am still 16, but much closer to 17 when I meet Mr. M. I am at a rock concert and a man who works for the band starts talking to me. He is not that attractive, he has a pot belly and he turns out to be 46 years old. But there is something about the way he looks at me, he smells really good and I agree to get a beer with him after the show.

I was still minimally experienced, but Mr. M was about to change all that. That first night was a revelation. He did not have a big cock but I didn’t know that and I didn’t care. I liked what his cock did to me. And his hands and his mouth. It was the first time I had ever been eaten out and he taught me to lie back, to relax, to let myself ride the feeling. He made me cum over and over again. He made me stroke myself while he watched and told me that I should masturbate anytime I could - it was good practice for learning what felt good and how to cum with almost anyone. He fucked me in positions I didn’t think were possible. One night with him left me sore and barely able to walk straight. But I loved it. He left me in a state of perpetual arousal - a state that still exists to this day.

I went on the road with him and the band. During the day I would hang out with roadies and groupies and the band. At night we would party, and then alone in the Mr. M’s room, we would fuck. He taught me how to suck his cock and lick his balls. He taught me how to wet my finger and push it up his ass and massage him inside. The power I felt when I sucked him - it was the only time he wasn’t in charge anymore. I had total control over his pleasure and my love for cock only deepened.

Our affair lasted another couple of years - off and on while he traveled. And then I fell in love and moved in with J.

J was bisexual and had the first differently shaped cock I had encountered. It had a delicate double bend in the shaft, a little bit like a small mogul on a ski hill. How I loved that cock - I loved feeling the curves in it. I loved him and so I loved his cock. It became the cock to which other cocks paled in comparison. The fact that he was with other men didn't really bother me. And it was another woman who got between us. The relationship ended.

And then I met my first big cock.

When I met D, it was like lightening struck us both. The chemistry was electric - no one else in the world existed. We only met briefly - less than 2 minutes, but afterwards he spent the next week trying to find someone who would give him my number. Finally he had success and we agreed that he would come over and watch a hockey game. We never watched the game. Sitting next to him, I could barely breathe and when he touched me it was like being set on fire. We were on each other, tearing at each other within minutes. And half naked, we headed for the bedroom where he threw me onto the bed. He shoved off his jeans and I gasped as he crawled naked between my legs. His cock was thick and the swollen tip brushed against his belly button. When I took his cock in my hand, my fingers wouldn’t meet around it. He was on me and in me and when he pushed himself inside me, I thought was tearing inside. It hurt long before he was all the way in. But he started fucking me anyway. That first time, it never stopped hurting and I was in agony. I was afraid to have sex with him again. But the chemistry between us was so strong that I was incapable of saying no.

And it got better - oh my god, it got better. He could reach parts inside me that had never been touched before. His thickness hit my sweet spot so when I came with him, I would gush liquid - and he loved how wet I would get when I would cum. I loved the soreness the next day - it reminded me that I had been fucked and made me eager to fuck again. His cock was now the perfect cock. I loved him and therefore I loved his cock.

Since that time, I have had all types of cocks - small cocks, big cocks, thin and thick cocks, cocks that curve up and cocks that curve down; I’ve had cocks that swayed to the left and to the right. Mostly cut cocks, but the occasional uncut one as well. All are beautiful in their variety. Still, men are always asking me to describe the perfect cock and this is what I have to say:

I may have a preference for larger cocks, but it's the man who makes a cock perfect. I can't describe the perfect cock in inches or girth. I can only describe the cock of the man who holds my heart.

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LaFemme -- what a delightful story. I was reading anxiously from line to line. You have made a number of guys very luck with your passionate enjoyment of sex. Your analysis of the perfect cock is another bit of perfection. Maybe "beauty is as beauty does" is a way of summarizing. I somehow think you make any man perform beautifully!
 
So I guess this means I'm not your first, huh? I agree with lgtrmusr -- you make any man perform beautifully!
 
Agreed. This was hot - a sort of connoisseur's guide to cock with a very wise addendum about hearts.
 
This is probably the most erotic, sexy and incredible writing I have ever read...I will be well-pleased to read more of your writings...
 
You write beautifully, and I hear in your words an echo of how I worship pussy. The woman attached is the most important part, but the variation in size, shape, angle, and lips is amazing and wonderful.

And they all get SO wet... :-d
 

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