The Whitney Mammoth

Just before leaving Detroit I hit my “pussy peak.” I was fucking bitches left and right and sharing the wealth with my friends. Which was not always appreciated. Let’s just say our quality of standards in woman were a lot different to say the least. Better yet let’s just say quality of standard for myself barely existed. I was still pretty much relying on my short list of qualifications, so basically you were an eligible fuck if u showered a minimum of twice a week and didn’t have open sores within 6 inches of your vagina.

With me being at my pussy peak and all, I had began to have options to who I wanted to fuck. But still fucked mostly fat depressing sloths. Mainly because I think of myself as an overweight, decent looking, average size penis guy with not much to offer in the likes of sexual pleasure and these fat girls really know how to stroke my ego and pump me up and make me feel like I’m the only one that matters. (thank god for fat girls) So by now it’s no surprise this story is about yet another fat girl.

During my usual prowl across the Internet looking for weak minded fat girls to validate, I came across Whitney. Little did I know at the time but Whitney would later help solidify my position in fat girl domination. Whitney and I met online on some website chartroom I frequented a lot I believe it was Crushspot.com but I’m not sure. When we first started talking I could tell 1 thing right away She was defiantly fat. I knew this because she referred to herself in her screen name as “thick”, and we all know that means she was a fucking whale. Thick is a very vague term when your talking about body types, Fat girls realize this and exploit it like it was a half price Chinese buffet!

To any unsuspecting “online hookup virgin” the word thick usually means nice thick ass, thick thighs, and curvy hips. But to a pro like me Thick actually means “to ashamed to call myself fat”. Now if most people were aware of this stretching of the truth they would run the other way, but not Marcus. Marcus kicks off the breaks and its full steam ahead, next stop Fatty-land. Not because I’m a chubby chaser but simply because she has a vagina, and I like vaginas. Another reason I knew she was overweight is because she was interested in me and my pictures. And we all know any chick that’s interested in me is either fat, blind, in a wheelchair or retarded.(FML)

So knowing that I already have one up on her with her being really fat and me only kinda fat I was able to be a little more cocky and aggressive and got down to business early. This only got better for me when I found out she didn’t have a car she still lived with her parents at age 20 and she didn’t have a job. This meant I was better at life then her and she was not allowed to turn me down of course. Fast forward a day or two of chatting online and we agreed to meet. She had already seen my pics but she had none of herself as this was around 04-05 and digital cameras weren’t as cheap as they are now not to mentions she was jobless and poor, so this was a blind meeting for me.

Given the details of her sucking at life, not having a picture and referring to herself as “thick” this was gonna be bad. We agreed that I would pick her up in front of some store on the westside of Detroit. On my way over I anticipated this being bad but nothin could prepare me for what I was about to see. I’m driving down the street Im suppose to meet her on and she calls me and says shes at the phone booth(who uses fucking pay-phones?) initially I didn’t see her, still to this day is a mystery to me how that happened! But I got a description which would be later unneeded and I doubled back. As soon as I came down the street the second time I seen her towering behind a phone booth at first glance I thought she was some sort of mascot for the near by car dealership, but I was sadly mistaking. She was just Godzilla huge! If she ever goes to china I’m pretty sure they will send the air-force after this bitch. I mean if you seen this bitch in person you would question her species. Then once you found that out you would have questioned her gender. Then when that was confirmed you would question if she even had a vagina up under all of the fluff.

As I am driving up to her what do I do? I slam on the fucking gas and keep on going. No, it’s true she was in fact to big for Marcus to fuck a rarity; but a possibility. I floored it and kept on going while I was still on the phone with her. She didn’t know what kind of car I was in so I was able to make up a lie about how I couldn’t find her and how I had something to do later and we should reschedule. All just to spare her feelings. Now based on her appearance that would be the end of The Whitney Mammoth for even the most pathetic of men. But nope not Marcus I am beyond pathetic as you know. So in the coming days I talked to Whitney online a bit still not 100% sure I wanted to can the relationship. She began to ask about meeting again and bragged a lot about her blow job skills to entice me, and I kept blowing her off then finally I decided to test the water.

Mammoth: When are we going to meet up?

Me: I don’t know my brother and friend are always here and there nosey.

Mammoth: So I don’t care what they say.

Me: No, I mean say your giving me a blow job and they hear it then I feel like that’s kind
of rude of me to be getting a blow job and there not.

She’s confused at this point and so am I. This sounded good in my head, but not so good coming out my mouth. So I had to recover.

Me: Basically what I mean is if you do me you have to do them too or it’s not fare.

Surprisingly this worked! I don’t know how a girl can be so stupid and gullible to fall for something so dumb but if I was knocking on 400lbs door I would probably feel a little different myself. I ran the story by Marvin and our friend Russell, who was living with us at the time and both of them were down. Which wasn’t a surprise because if any body is as pathetic as me it’s these two. Just to give you an idea, Russell who kinda reassembles Jay-Z if Jay-Z was born a frog, once said when he masturbates he doesn’t use anything to clean up, he just cums in his navel and rubs the rest in his stomach. Then Marvin my brother; fucked a chick with cerebral palsy who is quite possibly paralyzed now. It doesn’t get much pathetic then that.

We worked out the details, and while she wanted me to pick her up in the day time this was not an option. Nobody was to see her go in or out of the house so we didn’t pick her up until well after dark. Whatever the circumstance Russell and I went to pick her up and Marvin stayed home. We pulled up to the same place as before but this time I actually stopped. She got in the car and my rear shocks immediately took a vicious beating and there was a noticeable difference in the level of the car. Also I could immediately smell that sort of universal fat person odor. Like a mixture of hot dog water, bacon fat and I tried to wash but I can’t reach all my cracks and crevasses body odor, not pleasant. We began to drive and not much was said only some dumb jokes by me to make her feel comfortable. Fifteen minutes later we reached the house she got out and I checked the state of my abused vehicle.

We herded her in the house like live stock making sure nobody seen us, and told her to relax in the living room as me Russell and my brother all congregated in the back room. There were mixed emotions flying in the room a little regret, guilt, horniness and some others. After we all established we were all still down I left for the living room. I small talked with her for a while. As most gentlemen do before they fuck a chicks face. But I eventually just went for it and said “So why don’t you show me those blow job skills you bragged about” that was all it took, in seconds she took her jacket off came over to where I was sitting, got on her knees and went to work. Now I don’t have a huge foot long dick but she was deep throating me like I have never been deep throated before. At one point I stood up held her head and began to face fuck her and she didn’t even gag or catch me with her teeth. At this point I am convinced that she has no throat. Just some vacuum system that allows her to inhale things straight into her stomach. The only thing that stopped my dick from being her 5th meal was the fact that it was attached to my body and her mouth wasn’t big enough to inhale my entire body. She even introduced me to the gouch ( the space between a guys asshole and balls) she practically made love to my gouch and I loved it! I loved it so much I had to question my sexuality.

Caught in the moment I reached down to grab her were huge tits, probably some F’s or G’s if I had to guess. Once you get over the fact that she’s the size of a Mini Cooper and shaped like a melted pop sickle; tit play can become very enjoyable. The blow job and gouch affection was so good I only lasted about 3 to 5 minutes. Then I bust on her glasses pulled my pants up and went to the room and tagged Marvin in. He did his thing only lasting the same amount of time. Then Russell was up, and oddly it took him forever to cum. Marvin and I believe that he actually fucked her because since that night she developed a healthy crush on him and would call my phone and ask to speak to him daily. We all 3 mutually agreed that she gave the best blow job we had ever had in our lives up until then and for me this is still true today. I have yet to be lucky enough to find someone that does it better. Getting her to blow us became a regular thing. She must have come over 10 to 15 times, always after dark and always being respectful and blowing every dick in the house even the night when my uncle was visiting. Marvin and I would negotiate who would pick her up and who would drop her off. I always preferred to pick her up because I like to crash after a good blow. But I didn’t mind picking her up and dropping her off if I got to use Marvin’s car as I literally didn’t want her to abuse the suspension on mines. (yes that’s the real reason) that deal for us lasted a while until I fell asleep at the wheel of his car and ran off the highway after dropping her off. I told him I like to crash after a good blow but apparently he didn’t believe me. Soon after I moved from Michigan and lost contact with her. But sure enough as I write this out on my iPhone I will be signing into my yahoo messenger to track her fat ass down! Any body speak Walrus?

Posted on May 5th, 2011 by iBlackguy | 1 Comment »

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