By: Olifantengrot
My name is Mark. I'm a 22-year-old guy, and I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. I work as a pizza delivery driver every day, rushing from one house to the next until it's late. My final stop is always the same: an older woman in her early sixties who orders a family pizza every day, even though her husband died some years ago. Her name is Janet, and she is a really mean woman, cruising around in her mobility scooter, shouting and swearing at everyone in her way. She is a rather large woman, but if I'm being completely honest, she looks kind of attractive to me.
I know, I'm attracted to women with unconventional body types, laugh it up, but my God does she have curves. Her ass is massive, spanning around 3 feet. Her breasts are still firm and full but reach her ankles. Her hair has the style of the '50s, still natural and beautiful. She might be in her sixties, but she looks like she's in her early forties.
I have been delivering pizzas to her house every day for months now, each day giving me the opportunity to look at her again. And I started to notice something. The first few weeks, Janet was very cold towards me, not really acknowledging my presence, but she is starting to look at me a lot now. One day, she even told a joke about her mobility scooter, saying how she needed a mobility scooter to get out of her mobility scooter. Was Janet opening up to me?
Today was a very busy day. A lot of people were ordering, and I was really getting tired. Then the order came up—Janet again. I thought to myself, well, this will be a nice end to my day where I get to see Janet again.
As I drove up the familiar driveway, I noticed the door was already open. As I walked up, I saw there was nobody there. I rang the doorbell and knocked, shouting, “Pizza delivery!” I thought to myself, “Surely nothing bad has happened?” I shouted again, “Pizza delivery!” Finally, I heard a shout, “Hello?! Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep in bed. Could you bring the pizza here?”
Thoughts raced through my head. I had seen this scenario before. She wouldn’t, though. She’s an older lady. She wouldn’t. Plus, she’s mean and hurtful to everyone in this town. Why would she be nice to me?
As I walked into the house, I was hit with a horrible egg and sulfur smell, nearly causing me to throw up. As I moved through the house, I heard Janet’s voice saying, “Just follow my voice. I am really hungry. Sorry about the smell; there are some sewer problems that need to be fixed.” As I followed her voice, I could hardly see. The gas in the house was burning my eyes and causing me to cough repeatedly.
As I entered a door, I could see a giant bed but no Janet. I walked further into the room, and the door shut behind me, revealing Janet’s completely naked body. I couldn’t help but scan every part of it, from her feet to her crotch, ass, breasts, and face. Looking kind of worried at her, I said, “Pizza delivery?”
Janet walked slowly towards me as I slowly walked backwards to the bed. Janet said, “Recently, I got humiliated by a small, insignificant man. I lost and got defeated, but it also reignited a spark inside of me (details can be read in A Mother's Love: A Drake and Mira Saga). Ever since I lost my husband, I lost a particular touch, a twitch that makes me feel powerful. Ever since I saw you looking at my body, I knew the type of man you are. You are a cheater like my husband; I know it. I can always tell.” In fear, I responded, “But I never had a girlfriend.” “It doesn’t matter. When you get a girlfriend, you will cheat on her. I will make an honest man out of you whether you like it or not,” Janet responded. I tripped and fell on the bed, the pizza dropping in a corner.
Janet jumped on top of me, pinning me underneath her. Janet’s face inches from mine, she then said, “What is it you like about me? Was it my face?” Janet started to lick my face. After a minute, she started to make out with me, forcing her tongue down my throat. She then lifts her upper body up with her arms and says, “Maybe you like my big titties?” Janet pulls her giant breasts from under her and repeatedly slams them into my face. “You like that, don’t you?” Janet says as I feel that I will definitely have black eyes after that beating. “Maybe you're a bit nasty and like a stinky armpit on your face?” Janet slams her right armpit into my face, leaving me in the sweaty, hairy armpit for a solid minute. When she finally lets me breathe, I am covered in sweat. Janet fully gets off me, allowing me to breathe. She then says, “Maybe you're more traditional and you like my pussy?” As I open my eyes, a giant pussy engulfs my face, her stomach resting on my forehead as she violently grinds on me. After what feels like thirty minutes of pain and Janet moaning loudly, she screams, “Open your fucking mouth!” as she squirts a gallon of fluids down my throat, nearly drowning me.
She stands up, huffing and puffing, and turns around. She then says, “Now I know what kind of man you are. You are an ass man. Well, you're in luck—that's just the kind of man I need.” As loudly as I can, I scream, “NOOOOO!!!!” as the woman's giant sweaty ass lands on my face, muffling my cries. I can hear Janet above me saying, “Yes, scream louder! Yes, yes. YES!!! OOOOOOOOO!” An earth-shattering fart gets pumped into my lungs and stomach.
Ppppppprrrrrruuuuupppphhhhbbbbbblllluuurrrrpppp!
After this, I black out.
After a few hours, I get shaken awake. I do not understand where I am or what’s going on, but I know it’s foul as a giant fart fills my nose.
Bbbbrrrruuuuullluuuuuppphhhhuuuu!
I wouldn't find out until much later, but for the entire day, I drove around under Janet’s ass on her mobility scooter, with every bump forcing me deeper into her ass. Suddenly, she had to get off the sidewalk. Getting off the street curb caused such a shockwave that my entire head got lodged up her asshole, her anus now around my neck. Janet gasped, never having experienced that before. Janet started to laugh, jumping up and down on her seat, causing her to climax on the street. Looking up at the sky, she said, “Thank you, God, for bringing this man into my life,” as she focused a fart down the only place it could go—my insides.
Bbbbrrrrrrrrruuuuupppppphhhhuuu!
Looking at absolute blackness, I say, “Why did I need to be so punished, God?” as my head starts to mix with shit in Janet’s intestines.
As Janet drives home, enjoying every bump along the way and smiling for the first time in years, she reaches into her mailbox. A letter inside reads:
Dear Janet,
It has come to my attention that you have similar intimate interests as I do. I think it would be valuable if we meet in person to discuss strategies regarding face-to-anus relationships. I will find out whether or not you are interested and will know how to contact you.
Yours sincerely,
Lady Eleanor
Janet looks shocked and says to herself, “I better contact Mira and figure out a strategy.”