Cumming In CRISCO  

garru4er123 52M
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12/1/2005 7:06 pm

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Cumming In CRISCO

They called her Crisco at school as in fat in the can. She was too, for she was one of those females that was built like a pear. Nothing up top, too much below. That she had a fine sense of humor and a deep love of people counted for nothing. She was not a sexy girl in any way. Her face was plain, her body a bad joke, her tits tiny, had legs too fat and short. Even her hair was a straight mouse brown cap. I had also known her since she had been born. She was always over messing with my horse and learning to ride. She would never make the Games but she had kind hands and the horse liked her. There are worse ways to judge a person that by what a horse think of her. Mutt adored her.
I also got to listen to her after each new injury inflected by those self appointed judges of cool at school. Her seventeenth birthday had just passed and she was over talking to Mutt. She thought she was alone with him but I got an earful. She had never been kissed, forget about a date, and fully expected to die a virgin. She enjoyed sex for one but wanted more. She was also thinking of ending her life. It sucked anyway so why not. She was even asking the horse for his thoughts as how to do it and when. I had to do something but what. If I called someone the word would get out and her life would only get harder. Sure she would get to see a shrink or some other type but I doubted the ability of any shrink to counteract the effect of a school full of kids. I could have gone right in and confronted her and told her she was wrong but would she have believed me? No, I had to handle this one alone and soon.
She was smart so I would have to be careful. We had joked around about how I wished I was twenty years younger so I could take her to lover’s lane and she had given it right back to me and I always suspected that she wished it wasn’t a joke. All I needed was an excuse to act and I figured even if she turned me down having a pass made at her might help her frame of mind. When she came over the next day I had a beer in hand and several more empties setting nearby. If she thought I had too much to drink that was all to the good. I’d hoped that she would remember the old adage “in wine truth” when I made my move. I also hoped that if it spooked her she would blame the beer instead of me. I valued our relationship. She came in and we got to talking. I steered the talk to off color jokes and then to bawdy tales of my younger days. She gave as good as she got until the place sounded like a ninth grade locker room.
I got up from the couch and got my feet tangled up and ended up half on her lap with our faces almost touching. So far so good. I just stayed there for a minute and looked into her eyes. A second before it would have been ridiculous I kissed her. A nice long deep kiss that stopped just short of tongue. At first she just froze but then she returned the kiss. She was awkward and clumsy but it was a real kiss. I turned enough to get my arms around her and the next kiss included a hug that was not fatherly but then neither was the kiss. This time she got tongue and once again she returned the effort. We made out for a while. Then I tried for second base. And he slides in and is safe on second. Her tiny nipples were hard even before I touched them which I took for a good sign. She was short of breath as I unhooked her bra and got her shirt out of the way. She was now naked from the waist up and I got a good look at what she had there. They were small with tiny very pale nipples. Small but well shaped and very firm and high set. They were just begging to be kissed so I did so. She loved it. Now I was also breathing hard and it was no longer an act. I wanted her. Time to give her an out just in case she might want to change her mind. I left the clinch and stood up. Before she could think I was stopping I took her hand and pulled her up to face me. Time for another deep kiss and a full body hug. I was shameless as I ground my groin into hers. And once more she returned the action. Without a word I turned and led her toward my bedroom. She followed quietly. We stood by the edge of my king bed and I gently removed her pants and sneakers but left her panties. Which by the way were of the thong style, who would have ever guessed? I also disrobed except for my jockeys. My intentions were clearly shown by the large bulge in them however. I turned to her and as I kissed her once again I laid her back on the bed and turned her so her head was on the pillow. I had even put fresh sheets and pillowcases on that morning.
We continued to kiss and feel each other but so far everything had been above the waist. She did keep sliding her thigh against my boner though as we kissed. She knew and approved of what was there. Then the real test. My hand slid over her round belly and down the hill to her crotch. I got a moan of pleasure when I first touched her through the silk and she was already wet enough to soak the fabric. She might be a virgin but she knew what she liked. The moment when the truth comes out is when it is time to remove the panties. If she refuses to lift her ass nothing is going to happen beyond what already has happened. If she does lift it everything else will follow along in time. The answer is in the panties and in the small lift of her ass that allows them to be removed.
Right on cue her butt lifted as I slid the silk down over her thighs until she kicked it away. I was in. Then she removed my shorts. For the first time in her life she had an angry male dick in her hand and she seemed to love it. While she was playing with her new toy I set to work on her pussy. She had taken herself in hand enough to understand what I was doing and how best to enjoy my efforts. Her lips were fully engorged already. This virgin pussy liked to be petted. If she liked to be stroked she loved to be eaten. You’d a thought the gates of heaven opened up for her. She may have had a fat pussy and the ass to match but she was tasty, hot, wet, and willing. She had a nice thick patch but it was all above the good parts. I got both hands and my mouth in action and she went wild. Her cunt walls milked whatever was stuck in between them and her ass had a life of its own.
She came under my care but within minutes she was back for more. A second climax followed and then a third. She had been saving up or something. I got her going after the third before I pulled my head away from her steaming honey pot and as I slit up her body so I could get my dick into action she spoke the first words either of had said since that first kiss. “OH MY GOD, FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ME NOW!”
Since I suspected that she was ready for it I didn’t bother with taking it slow of letting her get used to having a prick inside her. I just lined the shot up and fired away. One long fast push that was met by an equally fast hard thrust back against me and her cherry was history. I doubt she even noticed its demise. We were too busy fucking to worry about the small stuff. She was off and running and I was trying to catch up. Two orgasms later I was ready for the next and as she spasmed I let fly with mine. When my spray hit her already boiling cunt she exploded. I was almost tossed off but somehow I managed to stay in the saddle until she was done. What a ride. Once that fat ass got moving there was no stopping it until she was through with her pleasure. She crashed hard and bonelessly. I was almost as badly off but I still managed to find the energy to play with her enough to let her come down nicely. Women love it when a man helps them come down after its all over and she was no exception.
She was smiling and limping slightly as she went home. Me, I was beat. I had a few words with Mutt and expressed a hope that I had helped things. He offered to keep an ear open but just in case I set up an old TV camera I used to use back when I had broodmares around. It was a good one with sound and color. I needed to know if and what she shared with Mutt. Horses are very good listeners and they can keep a secret so people tend to talk to them. Witness how this whole thing started out.
The next day she came over after school and sure enough she started talking to the damn horse. What I heard was account of some very heavy duty loving. Man I thought I had been there but John Henry the steel driving man couldn’t have performed the feats she was talking about. Anyway she was still on cloud nine and was wondering how she could get me drunk enough for a repeat performance. She seemed to have avoided falling in eternal love with me but still wanted more. A bit greedy maybe but who can blame her.
When she was done enlightening old Mutt about the action I put in an appearance. I was suitably ashamed of my actions and begged her to forgive an old man for getting drunk and doing something stupid. But I also made damn sure that she knew that I thought I was one lucky SOB to have gotten the chance to bed her. She lapped it up like cream. Hook, line, and sinker, down the hatch. She did get her return engagement, in fact she got a couple of them. A fellow can’t sleep with a girl and refuse a second bout if she wants one. Its just not right.
I noticed she seemed to care a lot less what the cats at school had to say about her and I heard no more talk about ending her life. Then one day she showed up with a boy in tow. Seemed like a nice kid but once it looked like things were getting serious I took him aside for a nice talk. Told him if that if her hurt her I would hunt him down like a dog. He promised not to and when they broke up it was her doing. There was another one shortly after that turned out to be the real deal. Mutt told me all about it. She was gong to be fine. Nice work old man.


KC_JJ 53M

12/1/2005 8:20 pm

All I can think of when I read this is the old AC/DC song titled Whole Lotta Rosie

I think we may have altered the measurement numbers a bit for effect but this is how we used to sing it in my old high school era band.

Wanna tell you a story
'Bout a woman I know
When it comes to lovin'
Oh she steals the show
She ain't exactly pretty
Ain't exactly small
thirty-two, forty-nine, fifty-six
You could say she's got it all

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