He was getting dressed to escort Coco to her company Christmas party. It was the first with her new company. Considering they first “got together” at their company Christmas party a few years prior the occasion was both nostalgic and promising. When he heard the familiar refrain of a classic stop motion holiday cartoon on the television, “Oleo lady ol lady I oh,” he stopped and watched. Maybe those were not the exact words, but that is what he heard as a child and that is what they stayed into adulthood.
Coco was a very buxom five foot two slender hipped black haired woman, She kept her raven hair cropped short. She knew it highlighted the markedly firm square jaw on her otherwise feminine features. She also knew her lovers liked the view it afforded them when she was going down on them. A clear view of her lovers reactions to her gifts of oral pleasure were her reward for the hairstyle, not to mention low maintenance, She was a busy woman. Tonight was her first chance to show off her boyfriend to her new coworkers. Well maybe he was not exactly her boyfriend. But certainly her date for the evening and long term, well, lover for sure.
He had spent the last five years focused on his career since the break up with his high school “sweetie”. His old sweetheart was a tall small breasted icy woman so he had been wallowing in the variety nature had to offer, vigorously dating all personality and body types. Rejected frequently. Accepted enough to be satisfied with the sampling. Of late he had focused in on three delicious women. All three different. But with two things in common. All three had great tits. Yes, he had a fixation.
They were Coco, Toni, and Nancy. Tonight he was taking Coco to her company holiday party. Coco was the woman he had been “seeing” the longest. Although he had met Toni only a month after the demise of his childhood romance, he had not started dating her regularly until just a few months ago. Nancy had become a Friday night after work regular, who also knew Coco from the days they all worked together. Nancy was a single mom and Friday nights were her nights to herself. Often his nights to have her as well. Toni was still in full take me to dinner, a show, then you can fuck me transactional relationship motif. Saturday nights were with her. But neither he nor Toni was ready to do the next morning wake up together routine. That was fine with him. That freed up late Saturday, early Sundays for Coco. He liked fucking three women one after the other on a given weekend. But lately he missed the simpler more conventional committed relationship. So he knew a decision and two disappointed amours where on the agenda early next year.
Even though he always called first Coco did not like that he would come over to her apartment late at night with only one thing in mind. Two things really. Her tits. Coco knew he only fucked her the first time because of her tits. They were a headliner in any venue. But he kept coming back for more. She hoped more would develop and had even changed employers in the hopes that distance would facilitate a real relationship. But lately she could tell he had come from being with another woman, and still she would let him in because she knew what she would get. She knew she would get it again in the morning.too. She knew he would wake up in her bed and he would be hers all day long. Those were the best days. Coco wondered from time to time if it was Nancy he was coming from. Coco knew her. Coco knew he still saw Nancy. Nancy and her had fucked him together once. Only once. Nancy and Coco had been a couple but Nancy never slept with Coco again after that. She missed her. Coca had been with her enough to believe she knew her scent and this was a different flavor.
But tonight he would be all hers Coco thought as she put the final touches on her new party dress . It was flowing off her frame just right for a night of dancing. The plunging neckline showed off her best assets perfectly. Good thing he had bought her that expensive snuggly coat to keep her warm on the taxi ride to the party. Coco did a final adjustment on her garter belt and stockings. She knew that secret knowledge of her undergarments would have him hard as a rock all night long. Men and their ways Coco thought.
He knew Coco was the best lover on his weekend wanderings. Maybe the best lay he had in his life. She was inventive, unpredictable, full of surprises. Oh those tits. Big, round, firm, yet supple and soft. He could watch them bounce as she rode him from above or as she was sprawled beneath him on her back and all places in between. He could not take his eyes off them. Maybe long enough to look into Coco’s eyes when she came. Her facial contortions and glassy eyes were his inspiration to make her tits bounce again until she came in a magnificent show of twitching moaning ecstasy. He could make her cum a lot. She made him cum in quarts. So why did he know she would not be his final choice? He knew because something intangible was lacking between. Something he did not find in Coco
The doorbell rang. Coco opened the door and in he strode. She form fitted her supple body against his. He leaned in and kissed her long and hard and said, “Taxi is waiting outside. Ready.” Coco kept her breasts pressed against him just long enough to make her excuses for a few final touches an unrefusable proposition. He knew that worst case scenario the taxi driver would scoot with the extra cash he tossed his way to get him to wait and a new cab would have to be hailed. But that last full tit press was worth it. Coco was worth it. He knew he would chicken out tonight, fuck Coco for the last time, and break the news to her after the holidays. Maybe not the nicest thing to do, but he could not resist Coco’s allure. He hoped he could resist her allure after the news was broken. She made everything hard.
The party was as festive and boisterous as Christmas office parties could be. Oh how Coco danced. He loved dancing with Coco from her shimmy shaking to her melting into him on a slow dance. He also enjoyed watching her dance with others. Coco was a willing dance partner to both men and women. He would catch glimpses of her stocking tops, or her low cut dress being lower and more cutting during her gyrations. He loved how her olive skin collected a dewy sheen when she perspired. When she sat down beside him for a break before hitting the floor again he lifted a small drop from her cheek with his finger and savoured her taste.
Then he caught a whispered catty comment from one of Coco’s office cohorts. “Coco is gunna get some Hardrock tonight just where she likes it.” He didn’t care for the nickname he had been given by some of the women he had dillyed more than he had dallyed with in his more diverse post break up dating days. But he had earned it. He knew he had earned it numerous times with the catty whisperer.Tonight he planned to embrace that nickname until Coco was fully spent and satisfied.
On the cab ride home that cartoon song found it’s way back into his noggin, so he sang it for Coco. “Oleo lady o lady io….” making her laugh all the way home. She had wanted to take him in her mouth to get him and herself warmed up. She loved his cock, but she had blown him in a cab before. He had never sang a whole silly song to her without a care of the apparent annoyance to the cab driver. In the end cabbie was happy because Hardrock was a big tipsey tipper.
Even after slowly undressing Coco those dang cartoon lyrics were still running through his head. She spread herself out on her oversized bed and he knelt between her thighs. From his vantage point her tits were mountains on the horizon. He reached out for them while giving her some serious side to side head. Because of her short stature and his long arms he was able to firmly grab her two glorious tits with his tongue teasing her inner thighs. He heard in his head “Donner and Blitzen away away” and he started to think those were fine names for her boobs. He could not help himself and he started humming the song while his tongue slithered into her slippery twat. She purred, “I know that song” and he felt her pussy pucker around his tongue while she laughed out loud.
She watched his head lift out of her snatch as he rose between her legs. The bed was the perfect height for him to stand and enter her while she was on her back. Coco put a hand under each thigh and pulled her legs back to her chest and then spread her legs wide. She knew he liked an unobstructed view of her tits when he banged her in this fashion.
He knew the time was right for a full piston press while using his fingers to push that now erect button her parted dark pink curtain had revealed for him. He circled the sleds around her sweet spot and went in for a deep impale. As he stroked in and out he heard “Santa is busy with his magic sack. He trusts his reindeer and never looks back.”
“Back! Thats the ticket.” he felt the inspiration rise him.
He flipped her over to all fours, reached under and cradled Donner and Blitzen while teasing a reentry ever so slightly into her from behind. Her little ass waggled and he teased again ever so gently with the tip. He cradled her breasts and pinched her nipples until she pleaded “Harder Hardrock. Harder.” She knew she had slipped calling him by his office nickname. But tonight he was living up to it. He was thrusting away full hilt and that was when Coco did what she always did. Fell forward breasts flattened to the mattress and little rump raised up to receive. He never told her this always disappointed him. He lost access to caressing her wonderful breasts, not to mention full immersion into her.
She never told him that the full penetration he made when she was on all fours was uncomfortable and occasionally painful which is why she would fall forward and flatten out. She would endure his mad dog humping fury as long as she could in that pose. She knew he really liked it that way. She could feel him grow stiffer and longer when she was mounted so. She also knew he would never even try that position again if he thought it brought her pain. He was too gentle that way sometimes.
He was on his knees behind her admiring how her flattened breasts spilled out on the sides under each well toned arm, but the refrain “Oleo Lady” was going through his head. He got out of bed and said, “I have to get something from the kitchen”.
Coco rose up on one arm and watched his broad shoulders and no ass walk out the bedroom door in the dim light. “Now what?” she thought to herself. She looked around her bedroom congratulating herself on the mirror placement. Nothing gaudy, but when she rode her lovers reverse cowgirl the view of herself in the large dresser mirror took her breath away. With luck she will do that show tonight. If not, when they rise in the morning. The view of her breasts as she rode her men and women lovers pleased her and just the thought made her wetter than ever.
When he came back he was singing that Christmas cartoon song. ”Oleo lady ol lady I O” and he pushed her on her back and straddled her stomach. He had a tub of margarine?
“You didn’t have any Oleo. Who does these days. Who even remembers what Oleo was?” With that he scooped out a full measure and courteously started rubbing it between his palms for warmth before rubbing the slippery viscous oil on her breasts.
Oh the old buttered breast tit fuck coming up. Men do like to fuck my tits she secretly smiled to herself. She had successfully guessed Act I. .Act II would be something Hardrock had saved up. Even after years of coming in late at night and her bold offer of “do what you want with me” upon their first frolicing fuck there was one road not traveled.
Donner and Blitzen were a sight to behold as they enveloped his dick he mused. Her breasts so round and firm with large brown areolas. His fingers gently traced the transition between tit skin and aureole satin. He gently kneaded the nipple to attention. Her nipples were subtle, where her tits were not. He loved the feel of his balls getting all slick from the Oleo. “Oleo lady” danced in his head as he smeared more and more on his shaft and her breasts et al.
She loved watching his face as he tit fucked her. He was always a gentleman about it. He would come between her tits and on her neck, but never that silly jerking off in her face that these younger men seemed to have learned somewhere. Less experienced and gratifying lovers received quite a surprise when they tried to pull that stunt on her. However Hardrock would be granted that pleasure if he so desired tonight But he apparently had other plans. He slid his slippery balls down her belly now and was turning her over. Oh well. This is not the first set of sheets she has ruined with him. Coco quivered with anticipation.
“Alright. I give. So your Hardrock. I’m Coco. But who is Joe?’ she asked looking up while on her side.
“It’s Joe Booty baby “ he said with glee and continued to turned her over
“But..” she began
“Exactly” he cut in as he gleefully started smearing generous portions of the Oleo substitute on her butt cheeks and gently teasing her tiny little anus to prep it for her close-up.
“Sing along now Coco my sweet” said he.
Coco had been fucked in the ass before. Rather inartfully she might add. She was having a moment of serious trepidation, but then the silliness of the situation, him singing like a fool as well as her trust in him as a tender lover caused her to give in to a nervous laugh.
“Santa is busy with his magic bag…” they sang in unison
Between the laughter and the singing Coco first became aware of the head of his cock pushing ever so slightly into her tailgate Christmas ornament. He was working it ever so gently in and out. Bit by bit. Slowly splitting. Then releasing. A little more. A little less. Just a bit of pressure. It was almost pleasant and she was relaxing.
Finally after he sang out loudly “I’m Hardrock”
She followed “I’m Coco”
So it was when they hit in unison the lower notes of, “I’m Joe,” his cock slipped in deep and solid all the up her bumm making her laugh, squeal, and cumm instantaneously from the sheer intensity of the sensations.
He could not believe how tight she was. Her ass felt like a vise grip condom as it rolled all the way up his prick to his balls as he delved into her over and over.
When he burst his Christmas cheer in her ass she felt the warm glow wash over her being and up her spine like a fiery river..
He had never felt such intensity in a woman’s orgasm in his life as he drained everything he had into her quivering quaking flesh.
So it was years later, deep in a loveless marriage he would dolefully beat off into Toni's bowl of decorative scented soap in their bathroom to visions of being in Coco’s bumm dancing through his head.
As a kid in Chicago the lyrics to an archaic stop motion classic would run through my head every holiday season. But the refrain “Oleo Lady” always brought to mind the butter substitute, margarine, once referred to commonly as Oleo. As an adult male this reference to Oleo lady took on a new meaning one very special holiday evening~ P.S.