The Predator Ch. 01

I smiled to myself, knowing what was coming. But I stopped the pressure on the zipper and she relaxed a bit. "How many children do you have?" I asked.

That question, out of the blue, seemed to break her mood.

"What?" she asked, a bit breathless.

I grinned and kissed her, softly, and asked it again, "How many children do you have?"

She giggled a little and said, "six."

My finger was back on the zipper tab again and she tensed. But I didn't stop this time, slowly running the zipper down, knowing she would be feeling the tiny vibration. When it was down I just tugged a little on the waistband to free it and let it drop to the floor.

And there it was, exactly what I had expected. Under her pantyhose were a pair of Depends, adult pullups.

And her little sound this time, the WtE translated as "ohGodnowhe'sseenthem."

I stood and took her hands into mine.

"Doris, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You worked hard, your body worked VERY hard bringing six human beings into the world," I said, holding her eyes with mine, my voice as low and serious as I could make it. "Your body took some damage but you, my dear," and I kissed her softly, "are still the sexiest girl at that table you inhabited when I found you."

She started to speak but I put my finger to her lips.

"No," I said, "let me finish. You are beautiful. You are sexy. I want you, very much. And I intend to sleep with you, afterward, naked."

Again she started to speak but I stopped her.

"And if you have an accident, or if you leak, or if you just flatly wet the bed I will be honored to change the sheets and clean you up," I finished.

It was her turn to hold my face in her hands, just looking at me, meeting my eyes for some measurable fraction of eternity.

"David," she said, "I get very messy sometimes."

I mirrored her movement, holding her face in my hands now, "and I will be honored to clean you up if you do."

She took a deep breath and let it out in a deep sigh. The WtE translated it as, "OKbusteryouaskedforit."

"Finish undressing me honey," she said, and one tear ran down each cheek.

I got back to my knees, working the pantyhose down. I left her Depends on and stood and took a couple of steps back and deliberately looked her up and down. She surprised me by simply standing still while I took her in.

She was one of those "S" shaped women, my favorite body type. Her breasts were heavy and laid against her belly. The apron of her belly, a fat girl's natural modesty almost hid the Depends. Below the waist, though, all of her weight was in her ass, a great round shelf that looked like you could put more than a beer on it. It could probably support a six-pack. She had those legs that were fat at the top, tapering down to small knees, then big bulging calves, and small ankles and feet.

As I say, my favorite body type ever since the woman in my mother's nursing home who claimed my virginity. She had topped out around 400 pounds.

I crooked my finger, beckoning her and she turned and took the three steps separating us. She moved ponderously, as fat women do, but also with a certain grace. When her belly touched me I reached down, found the waistband of her Depends, and started pushing them down. When she stepped out of them I lifted them, unconsciously weighing them to get some idea how much she leaked. This was not my first rodeo with an old fat woman. In her case, they were pretty heavy so I knew I was getting into a messy relationship.

I stepped back again and extended my arm, my forefinger pointed down and twirled it, the universal "turn around" signal. She giggled softly and did a slow turn. Her back was actually firm, she was one of those women whose weight was concentrated. She had none of those backfat rolls many fat women develop. She didn't have those fat pads on the backs of her upper arms either. I was a bit disappointed but all in all, I figured I had done well.

I took her hand and said, "lead me to your bedroom."

She giggled and blushed, but she started leading me.

It was a big house, two stories with, as it turned out, a spare bedroom in what was once the attic. Her bedroom was exactly what I had expected. It was a big, king-size four-poster bed with a goose-down mattress topper. She had to hop to get up on it, a move I found particularly cute.

"Your turn," she said.

When I undressed for her I made it a striptease. I bumped and grinded (ground?) as I shed my jacket and untied the tie which I draped across her shoulders. It took a full minute to unbutton my shirt and pulled the tails free. I rubbed my nipples, making them hard. I did the awkward two-step to get out of my shoes and socks and then unbuttoned, unzipped, and let my khakis drop. I turned my back, slowly pushed my boxers down putting plenty of wiggle into my ass as I did so. When I turned, my erection, pointing straight up my body, made my interest obvious.

It was her turn to crook her finger, beckoning, and I went to her.

At the edge of the bed, I got to my knees and kissed the top of her feet. I looked up and met her eyes. "Will you allow me into your bed?" I asked, giving my best boyish grin.

She giggled and held her arms out.

As we laid there, me on my left side, her on her right, our arms laying across each other's waists, she said, "David, I know this won't last but promise me you'll be kind."

"I promise," I said.

I kissed her then, gently, a lingering kiss, my lips brushing at first, then my tongue very slowly, almost timidly, touching her lips. When I felt wetness on her cheek I kissed away her tears.

"What?" I asked softly.

She sort of chuckled, deep in her throat, and said, "David, do you have any idea how long it has been since I was kissed?"

I laughed softly and said, "well pucker up baby, I intend to kiss you lots."

I started nuzzling down her throat, her breast, taking that long nipple into my mouth and biting it gently, and then down. At the first roll of her belly, I caught a faint scent of sweetness.

I lifted myself onto my straightened arm and said, "where do you keep the Desitin?"

Her eyebrows went up and she said, "ummmmmmm, top drawer, right vanity, in the bathroom."

I rolled out of bed and padded to the bathroom. Yep, there it was, a big tube.

Back in the bedroom I gently spread that fold and sure enough, she had a rash going. I smeared the soothing white cream where she was red.

She sighed and said, "thank you."

So I started going over her body. I spread every fold, every crease, inspecting her, where I found the first signs of red I would apply the Desitin. As I say, this wasn't my first rodeo with a fat woman. I knew she would appreciate this very special kind of intimacy. I rolled her over onto her belly, well, I guided her to roll over since she was far too big for me to physically move, and did the same to her ass and the back of her legs. Her back was actually pretty firm.

There was a very faint scent of urine from her as I did her ass, but it was her womanscent, her pheromone-laden vaginal mucus lubricant, that was stronger.

I had her on her back again, my fingers playing with her thick thatch of pubic hair, lightly caressing her labia, touching her clitoris, feeling her excitement, when I said, "is there a place in town where they do bikini waxing."

This little moan translated through the WtE as "ohGod."

"Well?" I asked.

She giggled and said, "yes."

"Well then," I said, kissing her again then tracing the shell of her ear with my tongue, "I'm going to take you there tomorrow, we just have to do something about this," and I gave her hair a tug.

"Now," I said, rolling onto my back, "you on top, and let's see what you got."

She giggled loudly then.

"God, I've never done that," she said.

"Well, you're ready," I said, reaching over and touching between her legs where she was slick, "so come on. Try something new."

She was oddly tentative as she reached over and touched where I was so hard.

"You like?" I asked.

She giggled again but this time the WtE translate the giggle as "ohhoneyIfuckingLOVE."

"It's okay," I said, "touch it. Play with it. I like it too."

I wondered if she would take it into her mouth or not. It was interesting, watching her, as she squirmed around, getting closer, working up her courage.

When it was clear she couldn't quite make the final leap I put a little whine in my voice and said, very softly, almost as if I did not want to be heard, "please."

That was enough. She started with a kiss and then slowly took me into her mouth. I rubbed her back softly, and allowed my hips to squirm, offering more encouragement. I used pressure on her hip to guide her, slowly, until it was obvious what I wanted. She swung her leg over and her knees were beside my ribs in the classic woman-on-top 69 position. The faint scent of urine was overwhelmed by her arousal scent, and when I kissed her taste was oily and slightly salty.

I liked it.

We lay like that, some timeless time, not really trying to finish each other, just enjoying this joining.

Finally, she released me and squirmed around so we were face to face, her on top, her weight a pleasant warm softness, slowly engulfing me.

She smiled down at me and said, softly, "please?"

I grinned and said, "I am yours."

She was oddly tight as she accepted me into her body. The slickness meant there was little friction, but she was amazingly tight.

I liked it.

"You do the work, Doris," I said, and settled for my hands exploring her back, her skin, as far around as I could reach anyway.

She was not in good shape though and quickly was sweating and panting.

"Come on," I said, "you can make it." I deliberately held still, not helping her at all.

"I can't," she said, her voice a high-pitched whistle now.

"Yes you can," I said, "now work for it."

She was really straining now and I was starting to think I would have to help her after all when suddenly she gave a little cry and came.

I thought about her bladder control but what was soaking my balls and running down the crack of my ass was thick and sticky.

"Relax now," I said, my hands low on her back, holding her to me.

Her breath was coming in harsh little gasps.

"Relax, Doris," I said again, "let me have your weight."

I felt the tension leaving her body.

She made a soft little sound, sort of, 'nnnnnggghhhhhaaaaa." The WtE translated it as "ohfuckyes."

"What a good girl you are," I said softly and she giggled again, jiggling delightfully against me.

"Do you have ANY idea how long it's been since I was called 'girl?'" she whispered.

"Well, you're my girl now," I said, grabbing a double handful of ass and squeezing.

"Now, do it again," I said.

"Oh David," she sort of moaned, "I can't."

"Sure you can," I said, slapping her ass lightly, "it'll be easier this time."

She grunted and got her hips moving again.

It turned out she was right, she couldn't. She just did not have any stamina at all. She worked for a minute or so and just collapsed, her weight sudden, taking my breath.

She was crying softly, saying, "I'm sorry, I can't."

I said, "it's okay, roll off of me."

She was on her back when I entered her for the second time. This time I set up a slow rhythm, slowly out and then slowly in, not hurrying at all, feeling her body's tension build.

I brought her along slowly until her soft grunts, sort of "unh unh unh" translated as "pleasepleaseplease." I held her there, not quite allowing her to finish, until she pushed hard enough, seeking her release, that she peed a little. Then I finished her with five quick hard thrusts.

"Oh JESUSSSSSSSSSSSSS," she cried when she came.

Again I stopped, staying inside of her, feeling the tension in her body slowly ease.

"One more," I said and started my rhythm again, this time faster and harder.

I was ready and didn't hold back so that when she came the third time I was there with her.

And I didn't need the WtE.

"Yes, God, yes, God, fill me up, yes, God, fill me up," she chanted as I came.

Well, it had been a long day and I was tired and a bit drunk so I can be forgiven if I fell asleep then my arm across her big soft belly and that small nipple in my mouth.