Elmer Zimmer

Carrie spread the hay out into the feeder, wiping her brow with her hand. She wasn't sure about this. She'd known Uncle Elmer, who wasn't really her uncle but was around more than any of her extended family, for her entire life. He'd never brought a woman to a single event. Carrie thought he was probably asexual. She figured she'd come up to his ranch, help out for a day, go home and renew her search. But first for the formalities.

She walked over to the horse barn, where Elmer was. It was muddy that day, and Carrie purposefully slipped, falling into the mud. She twisted her ankle, not on purpose.

"Uncle! Help! I fell!" Carrie cried out. Elmer appeared in the doorway. He was a giant man, 6'8 and 300 pounds, with strong arms and a barrel chest. At 57, his hair was mostly white, with some lingering red. He was wearing a white shirt, overalls and work boots. He raced over, helping her to her feet. She took a moment to feel his crotch, feigning clumsiness. Holy shit, she thought. This guy is huge. He's been holding out on me.

"I can't walk, Uncle, can you carry me?"

"Sure thing," Elmer said, easily lifting Carrie. Almost like carrying a bride across the threshold. He walked over to the main house. She took the moment to do her own inspection. Musky, check. Hairy, check. Old, super check. Her pussy twitched.

"I need to get out of these muddy clothes, Uncle. Can you help me?

"Let me go find you a shirt and shorts, Carrie..." He left the room. Well, **** circumstances call for **** measures.

Elmer came back into the living room, thinking Carrie was still outside. Instead she was buck naked on the couch, showing off a golden tan, hairy pussy and pink asshole.