“Once and only once. In the kitchen. Tomorrow. Before Mrs. Bancroft returns from work.”
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Nothing was said about our afternoon rendezvous over breakfast the next morning. Gertrude brought us our coffee, served us scones and eggs, and then disappeared into the kitchen to eat by herself. I left at 8:00 for my twice weekly lessons on “mobile personal surveillance techniques” (how to follow someone without them knowing and how to know when you’re being followed). I had to cancel my afternoon ‘un-armed combat’ session with the SAS so I would be available for whatever Gertrude had in mind. Truth be told, I was dreading what she was planning more than the standard ass kicking I got at the hands of my battle-hardened UC instructor.
I stopped at a pub on the way home for lunch and a pint. Gertrude was right. Even at that hour, there were several young ladies there who looked as if they wouldn’t mind skipping an afternoon of work if I offered an afternoon of delight. One pint turned into two and might have led to three if the pub didn’t close at 2:00.
When I walked into the Mrs. B’s kitchen, Gertrude was sitting on a stool, head in hands, crying.
“Sorry I’m late. Got caught up at the office.” I regretted the words even as I spoke them.
“Do you work in a pub? I can smell the beer on your breath from here.”
I crossed the room and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Go away. You don’t want to be here, and I don’t want you here.”
“Give me ten minutes to prove you wrong,” I said. “If you still want me gone at 2:30, I’ll leave and never bother you again.”
Since one hand was already there, I started with Gertrude’s shoulder muscles. Using gentle finger pressure, I located the tight spots and, with increasing force, worked them until she quit crying and visibly relaxed. The back of her neck was another mass of tension that took half of my allotted time to soothe. I started working her upper arms with two minutes left and, when 2:30 rolled across the clock and she didn’t stop me, I kept going.
I’m not sure when she realized I had unbuttoned her blouse. Possibly when her unrestrained boobs felt the cool kitchen air. But if not then, my fingertips on her nipples certainly gave the fact away. Regardless, she didn’t complain and even assisted my efforts to remove the garment.
Seeing the girl topless for the first time, I was tempted to stop what I was doing and survey the scene. Just how big were her tits? How fat was her belly? But I didn’t. She seemed to be in a daze of acceptance, and I didn’t want to break the spell.
I turned the stool until she was facing me, and used my fingers, lips and tongue until her surprisingly small nipples stood proud, like marbles perched on the ends of watermelons. Okay, maybe her nipples were average size or slightly larger. They only seemed small in comparison to the boobs that supported them.
With her top half attended to, it was time to work on the lower acreage. I coaxed her to stand and lean against the granite countertop. A simple drawstring was all that held her skirt in place. Once released, her skirt fell to the floor, and I had proof Gertrude had come prepared for sex. She wasn’t wearing any undergarments.
It was time to perform. I had a naked woman in front of me, I’d removed my shirt shortly after I removed hers, now it was time to take off the pants and get to work. Which scared the crap out of me.
Suppose I can’t? What if I’m so repulsed by her body that my dick shrivels up like a worm on hot pavement? Not only would that make Gertrud feel like a complete loser, it would also prove I don’t have what it takes to be a field agent. If I can’t get it up in my own kitchen for a pretty faced fat girl, how will I perform in a foreign land with the ugly wife of a sultan?
I know, I’ll ignore the slabs of fat in front of me and think happy thoughts. Like Amanda climbing in bed with me or sliding my dick between Mrs. B’s boobs.
Good plan, but her gargantuan naked ass was impossible to ignore. It was like an entity to itself. Two humongous globes of flesh that met in a deep dark unexplored valley. When I first touched them, the term “shook like a bowlful of jelly” came to mind … forever ruining my favorite Christmas poem.
But time was wasting. Gertrude was giving off all the signs of a woman ready for love, but my window of opportunity would slam shut if I didn’t take action. So, I dropped trou, kicked off the skivvies and discovered that my penis had a mind of its own.
There’s a lesson to be learned here. While my brain was repulsed by the expanse of Gertrude’s ass, all my dick wanted was a soft warm place to play. Released from the confines of my boxers, it immediately hardened up and lunged for her butt crack. I can’t think of any other way to explain it. One second I’m debating which fantasy could override my current reality and the next, I’m sliding my cock between her lower cheeks. I’m not talking anal. At this point, I hadn’t entered any of her holes. It was more like I was titty fucking her but using an alternate pair of fun bags.
And if that wasn’t stranger than a three headed juggling squirrel, Gertrude was loving it. Apparently fat girls, or at least this one, had an extra erogenous zone that normally proportioned women lacked. Instead of pulling away, she leaned into me and, once we got into a rhythm, flexed her gluteus maximus to show her appreciation.
Taking full advantage of the situation and my extra-long arms, I reached around her considerable girth and grabbed a boob with each hand. Let’s face it. For some unknown reason, a girl’s, arms, belly, ass, thighs, calves and ankles can be too big. Hell, even fat ear lobes will turn most guys off. But, as the Daryle Singletary song said, “there’s no such thing as a girl too pretty, a car too fast” and if it wasn’t for the censors, the next line would have been “boobs too big.”
For the next ten minutes, my dick pillaged her butt crack, my hands mauled her massive mammaries and, from the sounds she was making, Gertrude enjoyed the hell out of both.
But I had yet to make a woman come without involving her pussy in some manner. And since I only had one shot at this, I wanted to leave the girl with a favorable impression … not just of me, but of men in general, since I was fairly sure this was her first time. So, once I heard her heart rate rise, felt her nipples harden, saw her pupils dilate and smelled the distinctive odor of a pussy in heat … once I knew she was ready, I released her boobs, pulled my dick out of her butt crack and slid it into her surprisingly tight and amazingly well lubricated pussy.
Gertrude whimpered when I first penetrated her folds. I stopped barely inside her and waited … hoping she wouldn’t pull away. When she held her ground, I gave her another inch or two and came up against a barrier which confirmed my belief that I was her first.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
She remained silent but nodded her head.
I momentarily retreated and gently probed the unobstructed inches until she visibly relaxed. Then, with a quick shove, like pulling off a band aid, I plowed through her hymen and introduced her to the wonderful world of intercourse.