Chapter 11

Lew almost laughed out loud when he woke to stare into two, sagging, fat breasts. At least, he thought they were breasts, even though they looked nothing like the delicate mounds he had always enjoyed in the past.

"You were crying and shouting out something awful in your sleep, dearie. And the only way I could quiet you down was to get in bed and let you have your way with me," Zelda said, looking Lew straight in the eye, just daring him to laugh or deny her words.

"I'm sorry, Zelda, and thank you for whatever it was I had my way with," he said, and started to get out of bed, hoping to hide the twinkle in his eyes.

"Not so fast, young man. You just listen here a minute," she said, pausing for breath, as he recovered himself.

"You made me some promises last night, and I expect you to keep 'em. I locked up your car like you asked and I hid away the keys. You said you wanted to be alone with only me for just a couple o' days. Well, Lew, you've got me, and I'm holding you to your words. But I'll not be treated like some slut like last night. It's been ten years since I been loved with a pecker the size of yours, that's how long my Jim's been dead.

"I aim to have hours of loving out of it before you leaves me. Maybe loving with a lady will teach you some manners. When you find out how to use that thing proper, I'll let you go, not before," she said at last, and lay back to let Lew absorb her words.

"Oh, you can walk out of here stark naked as you was born if you wants," she added, as Lew got to his feet and looked down at her in disbelief, "but there ain't a house within fifteen miles of here, and you'll soon have a lovely sunburn to show off, if anyone happens by to give you a lift. "Course, I should tell you that your car's the first one that's been by in three days."

Knowing she had won, Zelda patted the bed beside her.

"Come on, honey, it ain't gonna kill you to be a gentleman. Besides, by the look of you, you could use a little cunny yourself," she coaxed, pointing to Lew's groin.

Against his will, and even with looking at the grotesque, fat female waiting and watching him, Lew saw that his cock was really standing out, tall and hard.

"It wouldn't be right, Zelda. What would people say if they heard about it?" Lew said, trying to think of something, anything to get him out of his predicament.

"Ain't nobody," she answered simply.

"Well, could I use the bathroom first." he asked resignedly, and she took him where to go.

Lew peed and washed his face and hands. At first, he had been disgusted at the woman's suggestion. But the more that he thought about it, the funnier it seemed. It would certainly be an experience to tell Jake about. And it wasn't like he was fucking a woman of his own free will, or raping anyone. Hell, who would want to rape that plump-fat naked, middle-aged widow. Why, he hardly considered her a woman.

So, Lew decided to give the poor soul a good time for a day and a night. She'd have something to remember the rest of her life. He didn't guess too many men, with huge cocks, were going to drop into her life in the near future, and he supposed fat people like sex as much as thin, pretty ones.

Smiling, he returned to the bedroom, and found Zelda patiently waiting for him.

"I just don't know what to do first, Zelda," Lew said, for he really had no idea of how to go about forcing himself to treat her like a loving woman.

"You kin just close your eyes and pretend, Lew. I'll tell you what to do. and you can do it, if you want," Zelda suggested.

"All right, sweet Zelda. You call the tunes, and I'll do the piping," he said, and sat on the side of the bed, awaiting his first instruction.

"Did you ever suck a cunny?" Zelda asked softly.

"Sure," he answered.

"Good. Then I know I don't have to tell you how to do it. But can you do it till I come? I ain't come in years!" she said.

Turning back the covers, Lew knelt between her legs. The woman might have been plump, but she was not grotesque as Lew's first impression had told him. When she spread her legs for him, she didn't look bad at all.

He fingered her experimentally, searching through the folds of outer flesh until he found her cunt opening. Then, holding the lips open, he lowered his face. She had a musky scent, but a clean one. And, after his first tentative lick with his tongue, he found she didn't taste bad, either. And, before long, he actually began to enjoy her cunny, as she called it, and discovered, upon searching, that she had about the largest clit he'd ever encountered. He gripped it lightly between his teeth, and whipped it steadily for a minute with his tongue. Then he just sucked.

Plump fingers twined themselves in his hair, holding his head in place. Zelda ground her hips round and round, and Lew found himself willingly sucking at her rigid little pecker and squeezing her plump bottom, helping her to climb higher and higher.

Then, hungrily, he began to suck and gulp, as her rusty but tasty juices began to flow heavily, and Zelda moaned and cried out in delight. Her orgasm lasted for several minutes. And, when it was over, she pulled Lew up to her, and tenderly kissed his lips and thanking him for such beautiful love-making.

Lew was actually sincere when he thanked her for the nicest breakfast he'd had in ages.

"Breakfast!" Zelda said, and jumped off the bed. "I forgot you'd be wanting some food. If you promise you won't run off down the street, I'll lend you my Jim's robe to wear while you eat," she said. And, when Lew promised, she fetched him a flannel robe that just came to his knees. He didn't even feel ridiculous, although he looked it, as he went down to breakfast. He felt pretty damn good.

In a plain housedress that she'd pulled on over her naked body, Zelda set about fixing enough flapjacks to feed two men. And Lew did justice to them, leaving only two that he just couldn't find any more room for.

One thing that did please Lew tremendously was that Zelda discovered she did have a couple of tea bags. So, instead of having to down some more buttermilk, Lew enjoyed two cups of tea. And, in the comfort of a homely, over-stuffed chair, he found himself confiding in Zelda. Before he knew it, he'd just about told her the story of his life, leaving out names, of course.

"I don't know what got into me, Zelda. But I'm sorry to burden you with such filth," he said when he heard the mantle clock strike twelve.

"Let's go back to bed, my boy. What you need is some good, old-fashioned loving. And I've got plenty of it to spare," she said, and led him meekly by the hand back up the stairs and into the bedroom.

By the next morning, Lew had a new outlook on life. He had made love to Zelda a dozen times. Oh, she hadn't been able to bend her legs up over her head, or any of those other crazy positions so many slim women can perform, but she was a real woman, and she gave Lew a real woman's love in every way she could. And they both enjoyed every moment of it.

Even when Zelda had asked him, almost shyly, if he'd fuck her doggie-style, he'd complied. It had taken him some time to separate her folds of flesh before he could get his knob inside her cunt. But, when he got going, it excited him every time his belly slapped against her fleshy, bouncing buttocks. They always seemed to be in the way, yet they never actually hampered him in any way.

By the second day, Lew found he didn't want to wait for Zelda to tell him what to do. He took his own initiative, even tenderly fondling her lax breasts and nursing on her withered nipples until they hardened and grew, delighting him that he was able to bring such a change in her neglected sex life.

But it was the tenderness and gentleness with which she cradled and sucked his cock that meant the most to Lew.

Her fingers may have been plump and roughened with work, but they worked at him for over an hour, building him up, then letting him down at the right moment, then building again. She had a magic touch, that made her seem almost beautiful when she finally slid her mouth over the satin of his knob.

Gently and slowly, she sucked at it merely caressing his balls while she did so, never working at his cock at all. And Lew hadn't had to move a muscle. He never even undulated his hips or attempted to fuck her mouth. He just laid there, letting Zelda enjoy herself, while he enjoyed the most wonderful sensations.

His sudden ejaculation into her mouth was as much a surprise to him as it was to her. She had built him up and eased him down so much, that he was only savoring the blissful feeling of content she was giving him. It was the last build-up that she had neglected to catch in time, that left him limp and satiated, his cock resting softly against one thigh, while her face rested against his other thigh.

Lew then did an impulsive thing. He gently pulled the strange woman up into his arms, and kissed her on the lips, easing his tongue into her mouth. Their unusual kiss lasted a long time.

Looking deeply into her hazel eyes, Lew merely said thank you to her, and folded her ample form against him, and went to sleep. When he woke, his face was pillowed against her warm, wagging breasts, and he felt like a man reborn.

Lew was even a little choked with emotion two mornings later, when he kissed Zelda softly on the cheek and bid her farewell. As he drove away, heading for home, he was glad that she'd refused the money he'd offered her for giving him mentally and physically what no other woman had ever given him, peace!

At the first greenhouse he came to, he ordered a dozen climbing rose bushes, and two dozen long-stemmed roses to be delivered to her with only a card that said: thank you for love!

Lew knew now what he was going to do with the rest of his life. He was going to find himself a wife, and settle down and raise a family. The wild life he had led was over and done with.

Of course, he didn't intend telling anyone about it yet. They'd probably just laugh and suggest a night on the town would fix him up good. But, after his trip south, he'd begin his search, and when he found her, he'd marry her, and announce it to his friends when it was done.