April watched her glass being filled with dark iced tea. The ice cubes tinkled in the glass. A sip of it helped cool her down.
"Mom was out with another guy last night. All she does is drink and sleep around."
"I know, child. It's awful. Just awful." Carrie stroked the eighteen-year-old girl's cheek.
"I hate her. Once I start college in the fall I'm never going to see her again!"
"I hope you'll still come back to visit me." Carrie sat back in the upholstered seat across from April and took a long drink from her glass. She was fifty years old, striking for her long red mane of hair and large size. Red bangs framed her broad face, dotted with freckles, a small, upturned nose, and warm, thick lips. April was almost the opposite, she had dark brown hair and a thin, willowy body that clothes rippled gracefully in the wind on.
April had been befriended by Carrie many years ago. The older woman made a lot of deep connections in the neighborhood. She was always around with a pitcher of homemade iced tea and a sympathetic ear. April knew that this was one thing she would miss when she did go off to college. They'd grown closer the last couple of years, probably as April's problems with her own mom had increased, and Carrie's two daughters left home.
"Oh, I wanted to pay you for the errand you ran for me last week while I remember." Carrie stood up, all six feet of her, and struck glances around the room. "Now where did I put my little pocketbook? Darn it. I'm always misplacing that thing." She looked through a stack of clutter on her counter. "I think I left it in my bedroom. Be a dear and run up and grab it for me? It's probably on the dresser. I'll put the tea away."
April ran up the stairs. She'd only been in Carrie's bedroom a couple of times but she knew where it was. Sure enough, the pocketbook was right where Carrie had thought it would be. April plucked it off the dresser and was ready to run back downstairs when she noticed one of the drawers wasn't shut properly. Something was stuck in the seam. The rest of the room was so tidy and perfect that April couldn't resist rectifying this one small issue.
April opened the dresser drawer a tad. It was a pair of panties that had been in the way. April expected the drawer to shut now but she discovered that the panties had been wedged there because the drawer was too overstuffed to close properly. April didn't think twice about it as she opened the drawer all the way. What she found shocked her.
Inside were hundreds of different pairs of panties. April's first thought was that she didn't know that Carrie, who seemed to dress nicely but simply, had such a large wardrobe. She realized pretty quickly though that the panties were all different brands and styles. What's more, the sizes were all different! April would have had trouble fitting into some of the small pairs, while the largest pairs she judged would have been baggy even on Carrie's enormous 300 pound frame.
She opened more drawers and found the same thing. There must have been hundreds of pairs there! It was the strangest thing April had ever seen. She got to the top drawer and found something different. Pictures. Hundreds of polaroids. April picked one up and quickly flung it back in the drawer. The image was of a girl, she was between a thick set of thighs, licking a pussy! April's heart beat faster as she picked up another photo. It was the same thing. Another girl between those thick thighs, licking this big, meaty pussy. The thick, gooey gash had tufts of matted red hair all around it. It was Carrie's cunt being licked!
April picked up another polaroid. It depicted the same sinful act, but this time April even recognized the girl. Her name was Britney and she'd been a year ahead of April in school. April checked the back of the photo and found a date scribbled on it. The photo was from last year. April checked more pictures. It was the same every time. A girl, aged eighteen, perhaps nineteen, between Carrie's legs, lapping at that fat, hairy pussy, the bottom half of her face covered in thick juices. She found photos dating back at least twenty years.
April picked one more photo up. For a second she swore that she was staring right into her mother's face in the polaroid. Then she heard footsteps in the hallway. April tossed the picture back and slammed the drawer shut just as Carrie appeared in the doorway.
"Found it," April said, a cotton feeling clogging her throat.
"I was wondering what was taking you so long," Carrie replied, hands on her wide hips.
"I, I... one of the drawers wasn't shut quite right. I wasn't snooping."
"Tsk tsk, April. You've really moved my timetable up on you. I don't mind the slow burn, but when my hand is forced I'm happy to move fast. You've found my trophy drawers. I suppose you know that I'm going to be adding you to those drawers?" Her thick lips curled into a menacing smile. "I keep the polaroid loaded and ready to go for times like these."
"Uhm, I don't know what you're talking about. I'll just be going. You can pay me later. Or just forget about it." April made a move to leave.
Carrie stood firmly in the doorway, her full body and wide hips covering most of it. She lifted a finger and wagged it at April.
"There's only one way out of this room and it's right through me, honey. You aren't going anywhere until I say so."
"Carrie, you're acting so strange. I'm leaving."
"You go nowhere until you pay the toll, child. You're not a little girl anymore. You're going to lick my pussy like all the rest."
April's face flushed. An extreme discomfort went through her thin body. "You're being gross! I'm not going to lick your pussy, okay? I'm not gay. Even if I were..." April bit her lip. The implication in the air was that even if she were, 50 year old, 300 pound Carrie wouldn't be high on her list of people to experiment with.
"On this I'm sorry to say it's not about what you want, dear. I've got the door and if you want to leave you're going to eat my hairy cunt." Carrie punctuated the last sentence by grabbing the fat mound between her legs in a way that made April want to hurl. "I want to be nice about this, but I can take the same sort of concept further to make you comply. The easiest way is for you to just hold your nose and do it. I'll take a photo or two, confiscate your panties, and that'll be the end of it. What do you say, dear? I know you're not going to be a difficult case like your mom 20 years ago."
"I say you're a sicko and I'm out of here!" April yelled. Then she made a rush for the door, thinking she could scramble past if she was fast enough.
Carrie displayed surprising athleticism as she charged like a bull from her perch in the doorway and tackled April. A short tussle on the ground ended with a red-faced April being thrown onto Carrie's big bed. April immediately tried to get up and regain her footing off the bed, but Carrie grabbed her arms and used her superior strength to pin April, and without hesitation threw her body down on top of the girl. Carrie's heavy, punishing weight instantly took the air out of April's lungs.
Carrie spoke with her mouth close to April's struggling face, her crushing weight bearing down on the girl. "I didn't want it to have to be like this. I really do like you. I'm rooting for you to have a great time in college and do wonderful things with your life. It's been lonely around here without the girls, I've enjoyed our times together."
"Let me go. Carrie, let me go," April sputtered, trying vainly to disentangle herself from beneath the big woman.
"This is the escalation I warned you about earlier, baby. This could have been so easy. Maybe it still can be. I want you to know that I'm not going going to hurt you. I wouldn't lay a finger on you like that. But I am going to lay right here on top of you until you agree to do what I want. What I've already asked you to do. All you have to do is lick my pussy and it's over. You're not getting out of this until you agree."
Each of April's attempts to squirm free were fruitless. They ended usually with her wedging her face deeper into Carrie's huge, sweaty tits. "Let me go." She couldn't escape the stifling weight no matter what she did. "Let me go, you, you dirty... fucker!"
Carrie gasped. "Oh, April! I didn't know you could swear. This isn't how I wanted it, but you should know this is pretty tame punishment, dear. I know a woman with, shall we say, my same tastes, who puts a girl like you in a leglock and squeezes until they promise to eat her out. Another woman I know, hardly older than you, she's working with the opposite toolkit down there, if you get my meaning. This girl loves blowjobs. And she likes to hunt older women most of the time. Nothing makes her happier than a real sloppy deep throat from some nasty old reluctant milf. She's got a lot of different ways to force compliance. I really don't approve of her methods, April. All I'm saying is it doesn't feel like it but you sort of lucked out. I'm the easy one. No violence, no nothing. Just eat one measly little box lunch and you're free to go. Come on, April. Don't make this any harder."
"Fuck... mmhfhhmm... mfghyou!"
"Oh dear, I can barely hear you. Your face is muffled underneath these big, sweaty hooters. I bet it's getting pretty hot and sticky under there. How do these fat F cups feel on your pretty face? They're not as perky as your adorable little A cups, but they get the job done."
Carrie started to play a game where she balanced as much of her weight as she could on top of the girl. April's lungs burned and her rib cage felt as though it might flatten into a pancake.
"All you have to do is promise to lick one little old hairy pussy to make it end. Do it, April. You're going to do it. Make it stop now. Five minutes, maybe four, I'm pretty hot already. I've got the tingles deep inside this fat, sopping cunt of mine. The woman I was talking about earlier who does this sort of thing, sometimes when she's planning to get her carpet munched she likes to keep it unwashed. She likes making the girls clean that stinky little snatch with their tongues. I'm not like that. My juicy pussy is fresh and clean and just dripping for you. Make it three minutes if you do a really good job."
"Mugfffmm--ff--fine!" April cried.
"There's a girl. All right, perfect." Carrie heaved her big body off April's and started to push the yoga pants down her thighs. "I'll give you directions if you want, but I'm not going to micromanage. This is your show. Just get me off and we're good."
April's eyes met Carrie's as the pants came off and she laid there in her shirt and a pair of panties that were clearly soaked in juices. There was a moment where April judged her chances if she ran now. Carrie knew it. She'd had countless moments like this over the years. Her eyes stayed unblinking and steady on April. There was only one way this ended. The only way it ever ended. With April's beautiful young face between Carrie's thick, freckled thighs.
April's head drooped. She knew another fight was hopeless. She was beaten. The thick musk of mature pussy penetrated April's nostrils as she slunk like a wounded cat between Carrie's fat legs. Carrie did her part by stripping her panties off with practiced alacrity. April looked at the sopping wet pussy in front of her face. The pictures didn't do its size and hairiness justice. Staring right at it in real life, inches away from April's face, her nose inundated with its distinct feminine perfume, was another experience entirely. April felt like a little girl between Carrie's big thighs. She looked up, over the puffy cunt and big tits to the face gazing back down at her with a smirk.
