The adventures of Chris O'Dell,

Lover of large women

Part 1 First Time

I don't know when I first realized that I was attracted to larger women. The first girl I ever had a
crush on was the chunky little second grader who gave me a black eye one week, and then kissed
me the next. After that I always liked the chubby girls in my class but it wasn't until I was 16 that I
started looking at really large women.
At seventeen, I was your average teenage boy. Just under six feet tall and maybe 180 pounds of
raging hormones, I did all of the things most of the other boys in my small town did, except go steady
with a girl. I would go out with a girl once or twice but nothing ever clicked, I knew I liked girls but I
didn't want any of the 48 girls who went to my high school.
At the time, I wasn't even aware of what was wrong, at my high school thin was in and the heaviest
girl there was probably only 150 pounds and she was always dieting. My mother was thin, as were all
of her friends, and ten years ago you just didn't see any pretty, heavy women on TV. So I ended up
being the only virgin on the Bridgedale High School football team.
I probably would have given in and started dating some skinny little high school girl if I hadn't met
Mrs. Kane. My family and I lived on a 600-acre about eight miles from town. My older brother was
off at college and I would be leaving for university at the end of summer. Between football and
computer science scholarships, everything was paid for, except for a car.
About three weeks before the end of my senior year my dad told me that if I raised half the money
he would help me buy a car for school. My older brother was coming home from college to work our
farm during the summer, his scholarship didn't cover any extras (I would be getting a stipend), so I
would have to get a job somewhere else.
My mother suggested that I apply with 'that poor widow who had taken over her uncle's farm'. Mint
Creek Farm was only four miles from our place if I took the north pasture path and cut through the
half mile or so of thick forest that divided our farms.
I was thinking that the Widow Kane, as my mom called her must be some old biddy who had lost her
husband after maybe fifty years and needed some help just to keep the place from falling down. I
remember Mr. Minor as being a very old and weather-beaten codger without children who had let his
farm get awfully run down, so I was surprised when I rode my bike up three weeks before school
ended.
Where there use to be acres of weeds surrounding the old house there were now half a dozen long
greenhouses surrounded by grass, gravel and well tended flower-beds. The old house still needed a
lot of work but the front porch wasn't about to collapse anymore and the windows that Mr. Minor
had boarded up were clean and had blue checkered curtains. I could hear someone singing along with
the radio behind one of the greenhouses so I parked my bike near a tree and walked over on the
grass.
I just stopped and stared at the person in front of me, I was afraid to breath or speak incase she
heard me and turned around. Even from behind, I could tell that she was young, her dark brown hair
was pulled into a ponytail that reached most of the way down her back. She was large, maybe 300
pounds, but she was still wearing cutoff jeans, something that most women in this town wouldn't do if
they thought they were ten pounds over weight.
She was standing in front of a wooden table, planting seedlings into larger pots and you could tell that
she was hot and sweaty by the way her pale green T-shirt clung to her. She was tall, almost as tall as
I was and her body was one soft curve after another. I stared at her, trying to ingrain every inch of
her in my mind. As my eyes took in ever dimple and curve of her long powerful legs and her wide
soft-looking ass I thanked heaven that I had worn baggy pants because I couldn't stop myself from
getting hard.
I shifted from one foot to the other as I took in the way her shirt clung to the soft bulges of her love
handles. I would have stood there unannounced forever if she hadn't reached over her head to get
more pots. As she stretched her shirt pulled out of her waistband and I caught a glimpse of soft
golden skin, but it was the curve of her breast, easily visible from behind, that caused me to catch my
breath.
She turned around and the plastic pots in her hands dropped to the floor, "Oh! You startled me." She
said as we both bent down to pick up the scattered pots.
"I'm sorry, please, I didn't mean to scare you, really." I stuttered. I handed her back the pots and
looked at her face, she had the darkest, sweetest eyes I had ever seen and a full red mouth that was
smiling at me. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I tried to keep my eyes off her chest
as she asked if she could help me.
"Um, I'm here about the job. My mom said that Mrs. Kane was hiring. Is she here?" I asked.
She grinned "Well your talking to her sugar." Her voice was like honey and I taught I would melt
before her words registered.
"But you can't be, my mother said that Mrs. Kane was a widow and you're so young." As the words
poured out of my mouth, I realized how stupid they sounded and wished that I could just disappear. I
may be ready to graduate high school in three weeks but I felt like a little kid.
"Well thank you, I guess, I'm twenty-six. I got married when I was eighteen and my husband died a
year and a half ago. By the way my name is Kim and you are?" she waved me on and headed
towards the house.
"Oh. I'm Chris O'Dell from next door, well from the farm behind the trees over there really." I
pointed back the way I had came. "You are looking for someone to work here aren't you?" I asked
all but holding my breath in case she said no. I was walking behind her on the gravel path that led up
to the old house and couldn't take my eyes off of her butt. As she walked it seemed to dance and
jiggle, to call my hands to touch it. I almost ran in to her when she stopped at the steps of the back
porch.
"Well as you can see there is a lot of work that needs to be done here. Come on up and I'll get us
some lemonade and we can see if you want to work here or not." She walked in to the house and I
sat in one of the old oak rockers that looked out from the back porch. Looking around I could see
how much work the house needed and how the fields on the other side of the greenhouses was
already knee high in alfalfa and wildflowers. By mid-summer the plants would be four feet deep.
Kim came out of the kitchen carrying a tray with a pitcher full of pink lemonade, two glasses full of
ice and a plate of cookies. I jumped up, took the tray from her, and put it on the little table between
the two rockers. Settling herself in to the chair she smiled and poured us both a drink.
"Now that's what I like, a gentleman. You know this is a summer job, right?" I nodded unable to form
words as I watched her hands on the pitcher.
"Good." she went on. "Jane Bridenly, one of my full timers, is going Europe with her family, but I
promised her that she would have a job when she got back. The job is part time, at least ten hours
during the week for the next three weeks, then it becomes a full time job. The part timer I have now
will start working full time next week in the mornings. So I'll need someone who can work from one
p.m. to at least seven and part time on Saturday starting on the 7th." She took a slow sip from her
glass. Have you ever wish you were an inanimate object?
"I start at NCU in the middle of August, but I can work as much as you want till then." I said.
"Well Chris, I pay minimum plus fifty cents for part time and you get fifty cents more when you go
full time. I'm sorry it isn't more." she apologized. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. While she talked
she held the dripping, frosty glass to her forehead then sighed.
I quickly told her that those hours would be perfect, I could do my chores at home in the morning and
the wages were fine. When I told her I would love to have the job, she laughed.
"Do you even want to know what we do?" I blushed as she went on. "My husband use to be a
roughneck, he worked on oil rigs. When I inherited this place from my uncle, it was a mess. We were
going to sell it because this place was so run down and I'm sure you realize how hard it is for a small
farm to pay for itself." She reached for one of the sugar cookies on the plate as I nodded. I had never
thought of eating as sexy but the way she nibbled that cookie was driving me crazy. Just when I
thought I would loose my mind, she went on. "But when my husband died I ended up with a lot of
insurance, no life to speak of and for the first time in years I felt this need to settle down. I guess it
was cause we moved so often for his job. Anyway I knew that this place would never pay for itself
growing alfalfa so I invested my money in the greenhouses and started to grow herbs."
I looked at the green houses and at what I thought were flowerbeds. "You mean all of those are full
of cooking herbs?" I asked.
"All except one. The tall one there is full of bromeliads. Air plants." She explained. "I package fresh
herbs for stores and restaurants and sell the bromeliads to garden centers and gift shops, they hook
them to shells and bark and sell them. I used the last of my uncles seed to plant the back field, but
next year I plan to plant wildflowers and sell the seeds."
"What would I do?" I asked although I knew that if she said dig ditches with a spoon I would agree if
it meant I could look at her.
"Jane and I harvest and pack herbs in the morning. Ruth, who will take be taking over for Jane,
comes in the evening to help me prune herbs, repot anything we didn't get to and to help with the
Bromeliads. That's what you will be doing for the first four weeks, then after that you will do that and
help me fix this place up. I used all of my money to get the farm going, now I want to paint the house
and fix it up inside. Can you handle that?" she asked.
I nodded and told her that I could do anything she needed.
"Come on, I'll give you a tour of the place." She got up from the rocker and lead the way across the
yard "Would you be able to start tomorrow?" she asked.
"Oh yeah, I can come over after class. I can be here anytime after four all week Mrs. Kane." I
rushed on as she stopped in the middle of the yard. A foot or so away a sprinkler was watering a
patch of grass to one side of the porch.
"Whoa there, first off my name is Kim, it's pretty casual around here Chris. Second, school comes
first, if I find out you are slacking school for work then it's no go." Kim began to walk towards the
sprinkler and only stopped when the water was splashing here knees. She turned to look at me and
asked, "So what are you going to study at NCU?" she asked. Before I could answer her, she began
to back into the splash of the sprinkler. "Oh that feels good. It's been hot all day."
The water was soaking her hair and her clothes, the thin T-shirt clung to her ample body like a
second skin and I could see the silky bra she was wearing. I felt my self drawn to her, and as I
walked in to the spray I prayed that the cold water would shrink the problem between my legs.
"Ummm, well, I play football. But I am only going as second string. What I am really studying is
computer science, I've got scholarships for both." Kim honestly seemed interested and asked me
questions about what I planned to do with my life. I told her that I was trying not to worry about it
until I had to leave in August.
"Well until then you're mine." My heart nearly stopped when she said that. "I need to get this place
fixed up or I am going to start living in one of the greenhouses. God knows it would be more
cheerful." she said, pointing at the house
Kim walked past the sprinkler towards the greenhouse. I tried to pay attention as she told me the
names of each of the plants and what needed to be done around the place but it was hard to get my
mind off of her. I told her that I was surprised that the house was in as good a shape as it was.
"I had to have the porches shored up, the plumbing fixed and the roof redone. Thank god this place
has finally started to pay for itself." She said as she walked me back to my bike. As I rode away, I
finally understood how my older brother and my friends felt when they saw a beautiful girl. My heart
was racing and every nerve felt on edge.
I knew I couldn't go home yet, I couldn't face any questions while my head was full of Kim, it would
be like sharing a perfect desert with someone who couldn't even taste it. I pulled my bike off the path
in the middle of the woods that separated our farms.
I found a little glen, maybe five feet around where no one would see me from the path and sat down.
I thought of how the water had dripped down her big soft body, that way the wet material had clung
to her fullness and about how she had rubbed the frosted glass against her skin. She never seemed
aware of how sexy it was. I felt my body respond to my thoughts and couldn't help but rub my hand
against the still damp material of my pants.
My memories began to change into fantasies, I imagined first that her clothes had become completely
see through. Then as I became more confident with my own fantasies I imagined how she would
have reacted if I had put my hands around her from behind when I first saw her. My logical mind
knew that she probably would have killed me but my fantasy mind went another direction.
Almost without thought my hands undid my fly and slipped into my pants as I fantasized. I closed my
eyes, laid back, and stroked my aching cock. In my mind, I am behind Kim and as she reaches up for
the pots, I put my arms around her and grasp her tits. They fill my hands and the heat from her skin
seems to burn me. As she begins to turn towards me I push her up against the table and whisper in
her ear, "Don't move, just let me feel you. Don't be afraid, I just want to make you feel good."
She nods her head and leans back towards me, her hands reach up and begin to pull her shirt up. I let
go of one breast so that I can slip my hand under her shirt. As soon as I feel her nipple through the
silk bra that strains to hold her giant tits in, I let go of the other and do the same again. Without a
word, she pulls the shirt over her head. I tweak her nipples through the bra and she sighs.
I begin to lick and kiss the softly rounded skin on her shoulders, she wiggles as my tongue finds her
ear. Her soft moans as my fingers tease her nipples dives me insane. My arms are full of her
softness and I can feel my hard dick pushing against her big soft ass through our clothes. I want to
melt into her, to feel myself slip between her legs and not be stopped by denim.
In my mind, her bra is suddenly not there but my hands take over, holding her giant breasts up. I am
stroking the nipples that in my mind are like inch thick erasers begging to me tasted. I turn her around
and drop my mouth to the thick nipples that I had only seen sticking out of her wet shirt. They are
huge and dark, and I feel the fullness of her breast against my cheek as I-
My body suddenly shook as my orgasm hit. Spurt after spurt filled my hand. I couldn't move, my
heart was raising and the ground seemed to be rocking like a boat. After a few minutes I got up,
wiped my hand on the grass and headed for home.
End Part 1

Part 2