I remember that particular night, many years ago. I was holding my not-yet-husband's prick in my hand, rubbing it on my face. I pressed the fleshy head against my closed eyelids, then rubbed it on one cheek, then the other. I kissed it lightly with my lips. My tongue flicked out and tasted the pre-cum that was oozing from the tiny hole at the tip. I pushed my tongue in the little hole while my hand moved down to my man's testicles. I lifted them in my hand, feeling their weight, knowing that they held the precious sperm that I wanted inside me.
Rick was naked, lying on a motel bed. He liked it when I idolized his penis. I would play with it for hours, it seemed, before and then between sessions of Rick using it to make love to me. Yes, his prick was my idol. I've read about those little religious statues that people would put on the dashboard of their car. If I could find a tiny statue of a penis, I would have it in my car. I wouldn't need it to remind me though, because Rick's prick is usually on my mind all day, anyway. I was finishing my last year of college and had trouble concentrating in class; my mind was always remembering being in bed with Rick, enjoying his cock, making love.
I squeezed the rigid shaft of his penis. It was the perfect size to fit in my hand. I wondered why the head is shaped like a mushroom. It's probably specifically designed so a woman can get a grip on it and have something to wrap her lips around. I licked the underside of the fleshy head, then swirled my tongue around the base of the mushroom. He jerked in response to my tongue sliding down the length of the shaft, approaching his balls. He has pubic hair scattered over his nuts and his prick is situated in a nest of short curly hair. I get some in my teeth from time to time. He does the same and makes a game out of pretending to spit out one of my pubes when we are at dinner or just riding in the car.
My nose nestled into the loose pillow of his scrotum. I moved my mouth to the bottom of his testicles and licked the little space between his balls and his asshole. My finger traced his crack from back to front, pausing to probe and lightly scratch his little anus with my long fingernail. I'd promised him that I was going to peg his asshole once we were married.
I kissed my way back to his penis, inhaling his scent as my nose traced his prick back to the tip. My teeth lightly bit the shaft, holding his cock like a dog would hold a bone. My hands were rubbing the inside of his thighs. Men are just as sensitive there as women are. His flesh was soft in the area just below his package.
My nose combed through his pubic hair, smelling his manliness, his pheromones. I love his smell, even when he is all sweaty. One time, I jumped him after he had played basketball for over an hour. I put my face against his hairy chest and pushed against him, transferring his slimy sweat to my breasts. My arms were around his neck and I was kissing him. I dropped down to my knees and pulled his gym shorts and his jockstrap down his legs. His sweaty cock was still hiding in his crotch, but I coaxed it out by flicking my tongue over the tiny hole that was oozing fluid. I was soon sucking his smelly dick and I loved it. I loved him no matter what and wanted to have him and taste him even when he was dirty and smelly.
But back to that night years ago.
I asked him, "Are you going to just use this thing just for fun, or are you going to use it for what it is supposed to do, get me pregnant."
He said, "Be patient. Once we are married, I intend to knock you up the first night."
I said, "I can't wait. I want you to put a baby in my belly, now."
"But we're not married. Your reputation will be ruined."
I laughed and said, "I think my reputation has already taken the hit. Just about everyone knows I've been sleeping with you for months."
"You don't want to already be pregnant when you get married, do you?"
I said, "Yes. I do. I want to have your baby inside me when you marry me. I want to have to get married to you. I want to be pregnant with your baby inside me when I walk down the aisle."
I returned to worshipping his prick, slathering it with my saliva, making it all shiny. Then, I wrapped my lips around the shaft, just below the mushroom, gripping it with my teeth. I moved my head forward and the shaft slid deeper into my mouth. I bobbed my head. My hand cradled his testicles, lightly squeezing them as I sucked on his dick. I loved the feeling of his cock filling my mouth, pushing against the back of my throat. I twisted my head around, stimulating his prick with my lips and teeth.
I suppressed the gag reflex and the tip of his penis entered my throat. I had learned to deep-throat from a magazine and had perfected my technique on Rick's cock. I felt my esophagus being burst open with the stiff cockhead sliding toward my stomach. My nose eased closer to the nest of hair on his pelvis. I bobbed my head, taking more of the cock into my throat with each thrust. Finally, my nose pressed into my lover's curly pubic patch. His dick had reached bottom. I had trouble breathing with his dick embedded in my throat, but I loved the feeling of submitting to him. He could choke me with his cock if he wanted to. Of course, he didn't and he pushed my head away, letting me breathe. I just went back at him, pushing him into my throat again, fucking him with my mouth. His hand roamed through my hair and caressed my naked body. He whispered loving and lurid thoughts, telling me how he loved me and how he liked stuffing his prick down my throat.
Unfortunately, there are times when I can't suck Ricky's cock, like when we are in public or around other people. Oftentimes, I will get his attention and put one of my fingers in my mouth and suck on it, like it's his pecker. I have this thing I do where I just put the tip of my index finger to my lips and he knows I'm thinking about sucking his dick. We'll be in a restaurant or around his parents and I will get horny, so I do the thing with my finger. He tells me I am a nasty girl for doing things like that, but he sure gives me good sex after I tease him.
Back to the time in the motel room, it was a month until our wedding date in the summer. We were finishing up at school, graduating, after we'd spent a full year together. We'd met in the fall and our relationship advanced rapidly. He was the man who took my virginity. I gave it willingly; I wanted it. We got engaged with a wedding planned for early July. I was eager to give myself to him as his wife. I loved all of him, not just his penis, but his penis was the idol of my eyes with the things it did to me. When he was inside me, it was the most wonderful feeling. To feel his semen pouring into me, confirming his physical desire for me, reinforced my self-esteem as a desirable woman.
I continued to deep throat his cock, then easing off. It's called edging. I wanted to prolong his initial erection. I was intending to make him come, rest for a while and then make him come again and again. I liked to leave him exhausted, with his poor dick lying limply against his hips, with me having taken everything that it had. I wondered if men get erectile dysfunction because they simply wear-out their peckers. I hoped not, because I was going to use the thing as much as I could. I joked with Rick that his dick would be like a stubby little pencil by the time I was done with him. I was thinking all this with my man's cock choking me.
