It was Saturday, alone. There was nothing going on but the sickening sight of Big Brother torturing 8 house mates over a glass of water or so it seemed. This intellectual exercise was going way over my head and I was in desperate need of something a little more down to earth. But what is more down to earth than a pizza and a porno flick? Ah, yes! But what... but what do I want on the pizza? Pineapple? Mushroom? Sweetcorn? HA! HA! I'll get all three - Pineapple! Mushroom! & Sweetcorn! Better yet, I'll get everything - the works!
With shaking hands and trembling fingers, I picked up the telephone and triumphantly placed my order: "Three pizzas - the works and a six pack of diet irn-bru." I impatiently waited for my gourmet feast to arrive.
Needless to say, by the time the doorbell rang, I was hungry and horny. I had popped in the video and Ron Jeremy was already fucking uber-BBW Star Melonie Anton on a couch; his huge cock and her massive tits (and belly) vying for 1st prize in what would fill the screen first.
The doorbell rang. I lethargically lifted my body from my couch and slowly, coolly, walked to the door. (Mustn't let on any show of anticipation to those pimple faced, lecherous pizza boys.) I methodically opened the door. My jaw dropped. My stomach wriggled. My words unconsciously slurred.
"Pizza!" she said.
She! Yes! She! This was no pizza boy! No! This was a woman! And what a woman!
"Pizza!!" she said, a bit impatiently, again.
"PPPllease cccome in." I, through my extreme nervousness (it took all my conscious effort), calmly directed her into the living room and motioned toward the couch. She, without a bit of hesitation, without a bit of surprise - almost as if this was a regular occurrence during her nocturnal pizza travels - plopped herself down, opened a box of pizza and enthusiastically began to feed.
As she sat on the couch, I quietly sneaked into the kitchen, out of reach of her unsuspecting eyes. There I could get a better look at her features. She was big - about size 22 (UK), blue eyed, and wore her hair in two tight pigtails, like a hefty farm girl, innocent to the ways of the world. She was, naturally, double chinned and her large, plump, rotund breasts must have weighed at least 15 pounds each. Her attire was the routine "pizza" blue and red. To be honest, her whole appearance was that of excess. But though, I must add, her physical appearance appealed to me, it was the way she carried herself. The way she ate pizza, for instance. She grabbed the disc with both hands, unafraid of getting her palms greasy or oily. Then in laser-like succession, she would sink her teeth into a slice, devouring half of it in one mountainous bite. After finishing off a piece, she would coolly wipe her sauce-stained mouth with the back of her fleshy right hand and then continue on. She did this with twenty slices.
