Her name was Lisa. She was a hefty girl—nearly three-hundred pounds. I was a young lad not yet well versed in the art of making love. I had met Lisa through my mother. They were best friends in high school. She used to call me her “skinny bitch boy”. I was nineteen at the time. I had just gotten done working the night-shift at the local Po-Boys when I received a call. It was Lisa.

“Come fuck me you skinny little bitch boy!” she moaned like some decrepit whore. I could smell the smoke resonating off her voice through the receiver. I didn’t bother answering. I just hung up. I knew where I was expected to be—this woman had some type of power over me. Her vagina was like crack.

I arrived at Lisa’s. It was roughly 11:45 on Tuesday night. Lisa answered the door. She greeted me with the sound of emphysema. I was taken aback immediately by the strong stench of Virginia Slims—the house smelled like an ashtray. Lisa coughed, “Did you bring the rubbers bitch boy?” I nodded. “Good job bitch boy”, she croaked “We’re going to make you a man tonight.”

I shuddered at the thought of mounting this whale of woman. However, at the same time, I was oddly excited—turned on if you must. Lisa guided me back to her room where she disrobed. I did the same. She waddled over towards the bed and plopped herself on top of the mattress. She was a big girl. The mattress rippled.

Lisa didn’t move much at all on the account of her size. The smell eradiating from her vagina was putrid. It was clearly detectable over the stench of stale tobacco—I vomited. This turned the decrepit whore on even more. She sprung up like a panda bear—or some large mammal—and grabbed me. “Is bitch boy nervous?” She threw me on the bed and climbed rolled on top of my face. She smelled like someone had left out salmon for a week or two, or even three—I vomited again. She moaned. Her body began convulsing rapidly as she smeared her fat pussy all over face displacing my vomit into orifices such as my nose. She was a dirty girl. She turned me on.

She grabbed my cock and began stroking it with her fat, chubby hands as she slowly licked the tip. She was some fat school girl sucking on a lollipop. Her chubby cheeks were soft and warm. She throated my hard throbbing cock—her throat clenching down on the tip with every gag. She vomited. Upon feeling the warm rush of stomach acid on my cock, I immediately ejaculated in her throat. This in turn caused the old decrepit whore, to roll over on to her side as she fell off the bed gasping for air.

“Fuck me bitch boy!”, she croaked between breathes. I pounced on her like some rabid raccoon filled with mange. She moaned with every thrust—snot still dripping from her nose. I came almost immediately as did she. She laid there on the ground convulsing—her thighs twitching uncontrollably as they giggled like fresh gelatin. Still gasping for breath.

I gathered myself, found a towel and wiped the vomit from my dick and my face. I returned to Lisa. She was lying in bed—vomit still covering her face—smoking a Virginia Slim. “Bitch boy, I haven’t been fucked like that since Uncle Henry in 62’”, she moaned as she took a drag. I climbed in bed and snuggled up to my sex panda—waiting for my next opportunity. I was now a man.