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I live out in the country so a trip to a lot of the big box stores is 30 to 40 miles away. I really needed some office supplies, so in spite of the ridiculously cold temperatures and the light snow I had gone to town to get what I needed. Almost as soon as I got on the country road headed toward home I saw a car off to the side of the road with it’s flashers on. Now, normally I would have just driven by and figured they were just waiting on AAA or something, but for some reason I just felt compelled to stop.
As I pulled my truck off to the side I literally slid in the snow, up behind the car. I saw that it was an old Buick LeSabre like I once owned. I figured it was a good thing I had stopped because it probably was driven by an old grandma. Sure enough, as I walked up a quite rotund lady of probably about 75, rolled out of the car. Wrapped up in her winter coat it was tough to say, but I guessed she was probably 300 pounds and fairly tall for a woman.
She had a flat tire and didn’t know how to change it. She explained that her tire had a slow leak. She had been filling it up every week at the gas station, but with the cold weather she had forgotten to do it and had limped part way home before it went totally flat.
Thankfully, I had one of those little air pumps that you plug into a cigarette lighter in the car. I went back to my truck and got the pump set up, telling the driver to stay in her warm car as I watched the tire inflate. When it was back up to full pressure, I unhooked everything and asked her if it would be okay if I followed her home, just to make sure nothing went wrong. She actually started to cry and said that would make her feel so much better and that she didn’t live far away.
Indeed, it was only a couple of miles when we turn off and into a driveway of a nice old farmhouse. She pulled into a detached garage, got out and walked over to my truck. She couldn’t stop thanking me. Saying I had saved her life and I was so nice.
I assured her that it was really no big deal, but I was concerned that her tire would be flat by the time she went into town to get it fixed. I offered to leave my little pump with her in case she needed it. I showed her how to use it and turned to go back to my truck.
She insisted that I should come in and warm up and maybe have a cup of coffee. Well, I really did need to get back to work, but a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
The warmth of her kitchen made me realize exactly how cold I had gotten.
As we both took off our coats, I finally learned that my friend’s name was Marie. She was dressed like an old lady, some sort of cotton top with a woolen shawl over her shoulders. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra and that she had very large breasts, the kind that old ladies get that rest on a counter top while they talk. Except without the support of a bra, Marie’s simply rested on her large belly.
I have a weird attraction to fleshy women and I loved the way her large belly hung down inside of light gray sweat pants. I mention their color only because when she bent over to get the coffee from a bottom shelf, the light color of her pants made the wet stain on her crotch very obvious.
I was thankful for my bib overalls which easily hid the fact that I was beginning to get an erection. We made small talk as the coffee brewed and Marie stood behind me and massaged my shoulders and neck. Saying I deserved a reward for saving her from the cold. I assured her that it was no big deal, but I certainly wouldn’t turn down a shoulder rub.
As she stood close to me I can smell her aroma. Or should say aromas. She smelled slightly of a musky body odor, stale urine, some kind of sweet smelling powder and just a bit of musky, hot, unwashed pussy. I know all those smells because I have a fetish for unwashed female bodies and especially unwashed pussy and ass.
Again, I was thankful that my clothing had room to hide my arousal.
We had our coffee, and I told Marie that I really needed to get going. We exchanged phone numbers in case she had any more problems and also so I could arrange to get my pump back. Without asking she gave me a long, tight hug, pressing those big, soft breasts against my belly since I was a good foot taller than her. As I leaned down to hug her, I almost reached my hands down to her ass for a big squeeze. It’s just my natural response to hugging a big, sexy woman with a fat ass. Thankfully, I caught myself and my hands stopped on her lower back.
I went home and thought of Marie, naked and doing all sorts of naughty things, as I masturbated. God, I must have been really horny because I made a big, gorukle escort gooey mess on my hand and belly as I orgasmed. I moaned as I licked my cum from my hand, imagining Marie cleaning up all my sweet cream.
That evening, I got a text from Marie thanking me again for being so kind and for saving her. No big deal I assured her, and she responded with a heart and a kissy emoji.
The next morning there was another text from Marie. She said it must have been a big deal that I’d saved her because she had a dream about me. When I asked her for details, she sent a blushing emoji and a wink and said that was for her to know and me to find out.
I was very much enjoying this little flirtatious banter.
Feeling horny, I decided to wear my pretty pink, silky panties over my smoothly shaved, rather small cock and large, low hanging balls. Oh, did I forget to say that I am an old pervert?
I wasn’t expecting a second text from Marie. She apologized, but said her tire was flat again and she couldn’t get the pump to work.
I texted back, “Marie, are you just trying to lure me back to your place so you can get another hug?”.
She texted a giggle emoji, a blushing emoji and said, “Well, maybe, but I really do need help too.”
I felt like a naughty boy as my cock and balls were cradled in my silky panties as I pulled into Marie’s driveway.
She called me from the door so I would come in and have coffee before we worked on the tire. As soon as I was inside, she gave me a big hug, again pressing those wonderful boobs against my body. My hands may have gone slightly lower onto the upper reaches of her ass as I hugged her back. As we broke the embrace, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and with tears in her eyes she thanked me for coming to help her again.
“Oh my, Marie, it’s really no big deal. I enjoy helping a good looking woman in distress, but I will take a cup of coffee.”
As she went to get my coffee, I drooled over her fat ass pressed tightly against, what looked to be, the same pants as the day before. Again, she bent to pick something up off of the floor, this time taking quite a while before straightening up. The crotch of those pants was clearly moist, not just stained, and what’s more I could see the outline of her very fleshy pussy lips pressed into a nice camel toe.
It was obvious that there was only one pair of panties being worn in this kitchen, and I was the one wearing them.
As she straightened up, Marie smiled at me and giggled, “I think someone is being a naughty boy. You know it’s impolite to stare.”
I blushed and stammered and apologized.
“Well, as you keep saying, it’s no big deal. Plus, it’s flattering that a young fellow like you would even take the slightest glance at an old fat woman like myself.”
“Rubenesque Marie. You aren’t fat, you’re Rubenesque.” I responded.
She wanted to know what that was, but I just told her she’d have to look it up.
As I drank coffee and we chatted, she again rubbed my shoulders, this time pressing her warm boobies against my back as she rubbed. Again, I was aroused by her smell, the musky, sensual aroma of a hot, aroused, unwashed woman.
As we talked, Marie said,
“You haven’t said anything, but I really hope you aren’t offended by my odor. I have a skin condition that doesn’t allow me to shower very often. If I do my skin gets so dry and irritated that I can’t stand even the touch of clothes. So, I realize that to other folks I probably stink.”
“Well Marie, no worries with me, I think you smell delicious. I’m a bit of an oddball, I actually prefer the natural aromas of a woman’s body, especially a nice Rubenesque one like yourself.”
She rubbed my shoulders harder and pushed her warm breasts more tightly to my back. “I am really glad that you’re an oddball. That makes me feel much better.”
I could smell her and again it was turning me on. This time, the musky, sensual aroma of hot, wet pussy was almost overpowering. With the background scents of urine and body odor my cock was straining against my panties.
Today I had on regular pants instead of bib overalls and the swelling in my crotch was obvious. I heard Marie moan lightly as she squeezed my shoulders extra hard. Guessing that she was staring at the bulge in my pants I said, “Now, Marie, you aren’t staring at anything are you? You know that isn’t polite.”
She cleared her throat and quickly denied any wrong doing.
My coffee cup was empty and I knew if we stayed doing what we were doing things might get out of hand. So, I told Marie we had better get her old car cranked bursa görükle escort up so she could get that tire fixed. She sighed, but agreed.
“But”, she said, “Just one more hug before we go out in the cold.” This hug was longer, and tighter, her big body pressed into mine and my hands firmly on the top of her fat bottom. As we broke the hug, I slapped her ass and called her a naughty girl.
She responded with a glimmer in her eye and a husky, “watch it mister, don’t start something you aren’t prepared to finish.”
“Well, I’d be happy to finish it, but perhaps at a later date after your tire is fixed”, I responded and I slapped her ass again and slipped out the door.
When I got the tire pumped up and she was ready to go, she pulled me down and gave me a kiss on the lips, no tongue, but not a little peck either. Looking in my eyes she said, “thanks sweetie.”, slapped my ass and slid into her car.
By the time I got home, with wet panties from my precum, I had a text from Marie.
“Made it to the tire store. Thanks for your help. Thanks to you the inside of my car now smells a little fishy. And I know I said I stink, but its been a long time since this particular aroma has come from my old body” Then a wink and a kiss.
Well, she was getting bolder, so would I. “Are you trying to tell me that your vintage, properly aged vagina got lubricated and is disperses sex pheromones everywhere? And that it’s my fault? Or is it because you were staring at my crotch, like a naughty little girl?”
“Haha, oh, it is very much your fault. You might want to put some ice on that crotch of yours to bring down the swelling. At least I know you weren’t lying about enjoying my old lady stink. And, yes, my dusty old vagina is emitting rather copious amounts of lubricant as well as pheromones.”
Before I could think what to say next she sent another text.
“I propose that you come over tomorrow, first thing in the morning, say 8 am for coffee and to fix this lubricant problem I have. You wouldn’t want me to overheat, unless there was a hose around to put out the fire.”
I gulped. My cock squirmed. I wet my panties. And then I responded.
“I might not be able to wait until 8. See you in the morning. I’ll make sure my hose is ready to put out your fire.”
I got several emoji’s back. A huge grin. A big kiss. And a picture of a dachshund wrestling with a cat. “Can’t wait. The door will be unlocked just in case you can’t wait for 8.”
Good lord, how was I supposed to get anything done after that. I couldn’t even play with myself because I would need my hose fully loaded with fluid for tomorrow. At about 8 pm I got another email from Marie.
“Sorry, I hate to keep bugging you, but I’ve been thinking a lot about you and about tomorrow and I just have a quick question. You wouldn’t happen to be very lingual, would you?”
I loved how playful she was and how quirky flirty she was. So I responded as plain spoken as she was.
“Oh, I’m extremely lingual, in fact I’m tri-lingual. Analingual, cunnilingual and semenlingual.”
Her quick response was, “MMMMMMM … I think I might be in love.”
I was up early the next morning. No fooling around today. I put on a shirt, my bib overalls and my shoes and socks. Easy access was my idea. Drop a couple of overall straps and I was ready to go. I pulled up in front of Marie’s house at 7:30.
The light was on in her kitchen, so it looked like I could head inside. My cock was already leaking precum and about three quarters hard. I smelled musky myself, since I had not showered since I met Marie 3 days ago. I sort of wanted to match her odor. I knocked lightly on the door and turned the handle and walked in.
The kitchen was empty but the coffee pot was starting to percolate. I wasn’t sure what to do. Should I call out for her? Should I sneak quietly back the hallway to her bedroom? Or should I just sit down and wait?
I could smell those pheromones Marie had mentioned. It smelled like overripe cantaloupe mixed with a little fish, mixed with urine and a hit of dirty ass. My little dick was pushing against the front of the bibs when I heard Marie.
She emerged from the hallway and stood in the living room, saying, “Well, I guess you are an eager boy aren’t you?”
I didn’t respond. I just stared, open mouthed, taking in the sight of her. She had on a thin, cotton nightgown that was supposed to just be a shirt. It ended only a couple of inches down her meaty, thick thighs. In fact, the bottom of her belly hung out below the nightie. It was tight and her large breasts swayed back and forth as they rubbed over the top of her belly. Her thumb sized nipples pushed through the thin material, begging to be sucked. Her big, soft belly formed two rolls, the bottom one hanging down over her thighs.
I licked my lips. She slowly turned around and I think I might have growled a little as I saw her wide hips and flabby ass pushing tight against the cotton.
She sauntered over to me, boldly put her hand over my protruding cock and said, “I take it that you like what you see … and smell.”
Then she turned away and swayed over to the couch.
“Maybe I should bend over and see if I can find the dildo I lost in the couch cushions,” she said softly, as she slowly bent over the arm of the couch, the nighty sliding up over her ass, exposing her hairy, wet, stinky, pussy as it gaped open.
“Please, it might take me a while, do you have anything you could use to plug that hole in my cunt. The breeze is blowing on my cervix and making me cold.”
“Oh, no more proper language from Ms. Marie?” I questioned.
“Fuck, no, I’m too fucking horny for that, now get over here and fuck me, then you can show me all three of those lingual skills once you empty some semen into my hot cunt.” Was her reply.
I didn’t need a second invitation. I dropped the straps on my overalls and shuffled up behind her. Grabbing a wide hip in each hand I lined up my hard cock and thrust easily into her cunt with one push.
She was not tight, that was for sure. But her pussy was hot and very wet. I popped my hips forward, banging into her hard, my balls slapping her swollen clit. This was not going to be making love. This would be a quick, hard, dirty, doggie fuck. I growled and thrust in and out of her wet cunt.
The smell was driving me wild. Her hot asshole pulled open as I grasped her hips. I could see how poorly she had wiped. And instead of turning me off, it made me hotter. I could smell that beautiful, acrid, stench of dirty ass. I heard the squelch of her wet cunt as my cock thrust in and out of her.
I smelled the aroma of her desire and in just a couple of minutes my cockhead swelled, my balls tightened and I cried out in pleasure and almost pain as I came hard and heavy inside of her. My hips pushed me as tight as I could to her as I gasped and moaned and said, “fuck, shit, oh gawd, fuck.”
And then, just as I was filling her with my hot, sticky cum I heard Marie gasp, I felt her cunt squeeze ever so slightly on my cock and she moaned, her own, “fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”
I released her hips and Marie fell forward onto the couch and rolled on back, her legs up in the air. She pulled me toward her head and before I knew it she had sucked my cock into her mouth. I gasped as she sucked hard on my cock head, swollen and ultra-sensitive because I’d just cummed.
She licked down my balls wet with her juices and my cum and sucked each slowly into her mouth, pulling on it until it popped out of her mouth, again making me gasp.
I leaned over her, even as she continued cleaning me,
I pulled her saggy belly up and lowered my head between her legs. Oh boy, did her pussy look delicious, wet, pink, coated in juices and sticky white cum. I lowered my mouth to her lips.
Her mouth was driving me crazy, I could barely stand her mouth on my sensitive flesh. To distract myself I simply started licked and lapping and slurping at her cunt. Licking up fresh cum, fresh pussy juice and then licking out stale urine and excretions.
I started sucking on her swollen clit, which was, like the rest of her, fat and swollen, as big as part of my thumb. I sucked it into my mouth and flicked my tongue back and forth over its tip. She gasped, stopped sucking on me for a moment and just started moaning. Her legs spasmed, her thighs closed against my ears and she squirted blast after blast of liquid from her pussy. Her clit pulsed in my mouth as she orgasmed harder than any woman I’d ever experienced.
As her orgasm receded and her legs relaxed I slowly began to make love to her cunt with my tongue and lips. I kissed and nibbled and licked ever part of her crotch.
I got both hands under her hips and roller her ass up off the couch. My tongue licked across her dirty asshole. It tasted pungent and bitter. My cock pulsed as Marie moaned and sucked me back into her mouth. I began to clean and lick and tongue fuck her asshole.
And then I felt the pressure quickly build in my groin. I licked harder and pushed my tongue more deeply into her asshole as my balls tightened and I moaned into her as I filled Marie’s mouth with more cum.
Gasping for breath I rolled off of her and sat on the floor, my head leaning back on her soft, saggy belly. She stroked my hear and whispered, “wow, that was amazing. I can’t wait to see what round two holds. After all, it’s not even 8 o’clock yet.”
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