THE CURVED COCK

The Christian Singles Society was hosting a dance at the Marriott Hotel in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Even though I was Jewish, all denominations were welcomed. I decided to attend.

I paid the cashier to enter when I noticed a man standing behind me in line. He tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Hello, I’m Meta.”

“Hello. That’s an unusual name. What country are you from?” I answered.

“I’m from Denmark. Meta means Pearl, but I like to be called Met.”

“Then I’ll call you Met. I’m Rebecca.”

I could see a spare tire of fat around his waist. He was at least 25 pounds overweight, with dark wavy hair, cheerful brown eyes, and a nice smile. He wore gray slacks and a black long sleeve shirt. I paid little attention to the dark stains of underarm sweat, because his smile was so appealing. Although I was not physically attracted to him, the need for a man in my life replaced my initial impression of his appearance.

The dance floor was under a flat gray non-descriptive ceiling surrounded by ugly gray carpeting. Met seemed to blend right in.

I found a table and Met asked, “May I join you?”

I replied, “Of course.” However, I did not want him to sit with me knowing it might ruin my chances of meeting someone else.

“I’m going to the bar for a drink,” I announced.

I hoped that Met would buy the drink, since he invited himself to sit with me. He did not get up so I assumed he was not about to offer. With nostalgia, my thoughts led to George, my rich married lover for 24 years…now there was a sport! A long line of people were waiting for drinks when surprisingly, Met joined me.

“Let me buy you a drink,” he offered.

I was glad to see he stepped up.

“Have you danced here before?” Met asked.

“Yes, I have. This is my second time at the Christian Singles dance,” thinking that the conversation was the usual pleasantries.

“I’m new to Florida, he said proudly. I arrived a few months ago to work at Motorola in the cellular design department. I purchased a house in Plantation, just about a mile away and I’m looking for a live-in partner to share expenses.”

Oops, not for me! I wanted a man who could take care of everything. And it was much too soon. Geez, I just met this guy!

As I watched the people dancing, I wondered what I was doing there. I didn’t see one man wearing a sports jacket or tie. What a snob I’ve become after being a mistress. It was hard for me to lower my standards.

As I danced with Met, I observed a gracefulness for such a stout man. I found myself liking him. He seemed to delight in the dance, although he did not have much skill or technique. With his dry sense of humor, showing no emotion when he told a joke, I wasn’t sure if he was funny. However, I laughed just to be polite.

We danced together the rest of the evening when suddenly he asked; “Do you want to see my house?”

“Not tonight Met.” I didn’t want to sound eager. I never had a Scandinavian lover in my life, so I thought this could be interesting.

“Can I see you again, perhaps next week after work?”

“Thank you Met? I would love that.”

I knew he was captivated with my body and good looks. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He placed them around my waist, which kept slipping to my ass, even when I pushed them away. His hot breath was on my neck.

“Shall I pick you up this Saturday for dinner?”

“I’d rather meet you, if you don’t mind.” I seldom had someone pick me up at my place until I became familiar with them.

We arranged to meet at an Italian restaurant in Margate, a lively establishment with a wooden dance floor and 4-piece band. He was waiting for me at a table. As we got reacquainted, he asked the usual questions.

“ Are you married? Any children?”

“I’m divorced, have been for almost 15 years. My two children are grown, not living at home. What about you?”

“I’ve never been married.”

“I would love to show you my house,” he said as he gushed about his beautiful home in a surge of excitement. I’m harmless, I promise. Please follow me when we finish dinner.”

“I will if you will give me your word that you will be a gentleman.”

“You have my word, Rebecca.”

I followed him in my car thinking, I can leave anytime I want if things don’t work out to my expectations. One foot out the door, that was me!

“Your house is lovely,” I announced when I walked in. It overlooked a small pond where ducks were swimming. The backyard was protected by heavy foliage that created a lot of privacy. I looked out on the pond and up at the sky, where millions of stars flickered, visualizing for a moment, living there.

“Would you like some tea dear?”

No, I thought. I want my pussy sucked! “No, but thanks for asking.”

I watched him heat the water and then squeeze some lemon into the cup and drink it, with no tea bag inside.

“What a strange way of drinking tea, Where’s the tea bag?”

“In my town, we like to drink hot water. Come and try it.”

I took a sip. It was just hot water to me. Boy, he was certainly different from any of the men I dated.

We sat on the sofa and began kissing. He took me by surprise when he placed my hand on his cock. It was so quick. A little more foreplay please! I was not expecting such a bold move right away.

“Do you like oral sex?” I said, sporting a wide grin. His immediate response told me that the question made him uncomfortable.

“No, I don’t,” he said with emphasis.

“I’m disappointed. I wonder why foreigners aren’t into cunnilingus, or am I making an assumption?”

When he didn’t reply I wondered whether he knew what cunnilingus was or he just didn’t want to answer. At that moment I decided to leave until he took his erect cock out of his pants. It was the strangest penis I’d ever seen. The size was impressive with a circumference of a silver dollar, and about 7 1/2 inches long. But the surprising feature was its curvature. I looked at it closer and could see his balls were small and the shaft of his penis curved from the base to the tip.

He took my hand and led me into his bedroom where we undressed. He sat on the bed, his knees to his chest. He placed me on his arched cock and rocked me up and down, immediately creating an orgasm so intense that I screamed. He lifted me off his still hard organ. Adding to my ecstasy, he turned me around on my back and continued to fuck me bringing me to another gasping orgasm. This was the first time I had orgasms so intense without oral sex. I wanted to please him, so I asked, “What would you like me to do so you can climax?”

“Would you put my cock in your mouth?”

“Of course, roll over but don’t come in my mouth, I want you inside of me again,”

I had changed my mind about making him climax…I wanted more of that wonderful cock fucking me.

“With pleasure,” he said .

I took his maleness in my hand. I moved the foreskin back and placed the head in my mouth, sucking and stroking until he moaned, “I’m going to explode.”

“Wait a moment,” I said firmly. I stopped sucking and straddled him. My hands were on his shoulders for support as I rode his cock, squealing with delight, having another orgasm as he ejaculated.

“Oh, Met, that was wonderful,” I sighed. I excused myself and went into the bathroom to wash up.

“Would you like me to bring you a warm towel?” I called out. Men enjoyed the attention I gave them when I wiped their genitals afterwards.

“That would be nice.”

I returned, wiped his penis and testicles. He let out a moan, “That feels sooo good.”

I started to dress. I was ready to go home.

“Where are you going, he growled? I want you to stay the night.”

“I can’t. My dog is alone, and I have to get home.” It was a lame excuse, I knew. I just wanted to sleep in my own bed. I was there for the sex and the company only. Once it was over, I had that foot out the door, as always.

“Can I see you in a few days?” he asked.

“Yes, it was a wonderful experience.”

“What about during the week after work?”

“That sounds like a plan.”

I’ll make dinner if you like? I’m a good cook as you can see by my spare tire.”

Oh, you’re not so big,” forgetting my first impression of his heaviness. A great cock and good orgasms can change one’s perspective.

“I’ll have dinner at home Met and be here around 7, okay?”

“I can’t wait to see you again, my dear.”

I arrived the following week on time and hesitated for several seconds before asking, “Have you ever smoked marijuana?”

“No, I haven’t. I’ll give it a try. Let me have a puff.”

“Just take a small drag on the pipe. This is your first time so let me show you how to do it.”

I took the small pipe in my mouth drawing slowly, holding my breath and then exhaling. He took the pipe and mimicked me, taking a bigger hit. I could see his eyes glaze over and knew he was high. He relaxed and became funnier as he began playing with my breasts and tried to rub my pussy over my clothes to see if I would get aroused. I was trying to respond to his touches, but to no success so I removed my clothing and stood naked in front of him touching my clit, hoping he would participate in that kind of foreplay.

He failed to take the hint but removed his clothes and ushered me into the bedroom and seated himself on the bed as he did the previous time we were together. He placed me on top of his cock and started to thrust in and out.

I cried out, “Oh, this is great, Met. I love it so much. Keep it up baby, don’t stop.”

We continued to copulate in this manner until he was ready to come to completion. He turned me over and placed me on my back, my body on the bed, my legs hanging over, and fucked me that way. As he pounded that curved cock into me, I could feel additional stimulation on my clit, which added to my pleasure. His cock created multiple orgasms whichever way he placed me. I loved it.

“I’m going to come, he said. Can I come inside of you or do you want to suck me off?”

“Come inside of me Met.” I knew that his curved penis would create another orgasm for me. And it did! I stayed in bed for a half an hour until I finally said, “I’ve got to get going Met.” He didn’t ask me to sleep over this time. I got dressed, gathered my things and kissed him goodbye letting myself out while he stayed in bed. A week passed before I heard from him again. His voice was harsh and angry yelling obscenities at me.

“What’s wrong Met?”

“Motorola called me in for a random drug test. I don’t believe it. They never singled me out for testing before. The first and only time I smoked weed, I got tested. The results were positive, of course. This is terrible, I don’t want to lose my job. It will be on my record now! I was so embarrassed, I wish I’d never met you,” he shouted. He hung up the telephone so sharply that it left a deafening sound in my ear. He didn’t give me a chance to say anything. There was nothing I could have said. After all, it was his choice to smoke with me. I didn’t insist or twist his arm.

I never heard from him again. Too bad, I loved his curved cock.