Your fingertips played slowly in the thick curls you encountered, most of your hand slipping into the now unbuttoned entry way. The deliberate pressure and caress you provided---now pursued a bit further. Your thumb and forefinger separated by the tactile finding of something very thick, spongy as you squeezed. Still somewhat soft in his present state but his cock never remained that way when you were around. You liked knowing what effect you had. You allowed yourself to savor the deep, probing kiss his mouth and tongue gave your senses. You could feel those rhythmic pulses and surges of that hot blood filling up that gorgeous shaft of his. His smooth girth enlarging by the moment as you pulled and stroked him, finally tugging him into the open. You enjoyed looking at him, essentially a new toy for you. He did offer something quite different than what your husband could ever provide and your specific desires for this particular morning and what you were needing matched the pleasure held now in both of your hands.
Your right hand gently pulled on his balls...he liked that, he had told you last week...as you continued to slide a very gentle and light touch back and forth from the base of that cock all the way up to just under the purplish ridge of that engorged glans. You repeatedly squeezed the base, pausing with that motion as you released the pressure and worked your way to the tip. You pulled back from your biting down onto his lower lip and looked down at what effect your hands were producing. His cock no longer the soft satin of a partial erection but very, very stiff...and with that amazing curvature that first turned you on to him when you ended up falling into his arms, then carried to his bed where he fucked you hard and repeatedly for hours that early morning.
Your interest in erect cocks, more specifically the shape, length and contour, now governed your collection of various men whose endowments were basically indexed according to your particular desires as they arose. Your business and ability to manage your daily schedule on your own terms coupled with a hot, tight body afforded you the luxury now of maintaining a certain sexual independence, especially as it related, perhaps a bit selfishly, to your own awakened erotic needs. Each of your companions had certain equal attributes, such as knowing how to kiss and produce the rush of heat into your face and gush of wetness deep in your cunt as you enjoyed that pleasure. Their touch, both gentle and sometimes harsh and rough, were part of the turn on as well, above and beyond, that you chose the good looking ones. But their cocks were your focus generally. And, for this special one, you had been fantasizing for most of the morning. You wanted to return to that one position that drove you up a wall and gave you those repeated, drenching orgasms. That shape, the length....you actually had asked if you could measure him the second time you spent with him. The cloth tape you had pressed up against his pubic hair and laid along the full length. His quite prominent upward bend allowed a full distance of just under eleven inches. His cock almost defied gravity in extending nearly flush against his belly, the head pressed against his skin from that sexy angle he had. He certainly had no need for any pills to keep him up like that. You gazed down at him as you wrapped your fingers around him, feeling how intensely rigid he had become and continued to slowly pull and tug on his length.
