Chapter 1: Introduction
The dim glow of the dining room light painted the walls with the shadows of a dinner table, two husbands, and an oversized woman named Pear Shape. Pear's blubbery arms swelled with each bite she took from her drumstick, juices dribbling down her chin as grease stained her lips and sank into the folds of her flesh.
"I don't see why I can't eat inside my own damn house," she grumbled, plopping another piece into her cavernous mouth.
Her husbands exchanged uneasy glances.
"Pear, we've talked about this," Anal Husband groaned. "You know how it upsets me when you consume other men that way."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, stop being such a pussy. It's just a fetish, don't make it a bigger deal than it is. Besides, Vaginal Husband here seems to enjoy it."
Vaginal Husband squirmed in his seat and gave a half-hearted shrug.
"Well, it's different, at least she's not tearing me to shreds from the inside."
"Shut up, you limp-dicked twit," Anal Husband shot back. "Let's just get this over with. I need to know what it feels like to be inside her ass."
Pear grinned, licking her greasy lips. "Now that's what I'm talking about.
It's been far too long since I've experienced the thrill of anal sex," Pear Shape moaned, spreading her thick thighs apart. "Anal Husband, you better make this worth my while."or i might just decide to eat you because for a long time the food and the huge turds have given me more orgasms.
"Don't worry, I've been saving up for this moment," Anal Husband growled, sliding his fingers along her juicy slit, before pushing them into her tight hole. Pear's breath hitched as he explored her from within, his digits gliding across her walls, savoring every inch.
She writhed in her chair, the table creaking under her massive weight as she thrust herself against him.
"Shit, you're so hot and tight," he gasped, before pressing his thumb against her sensitive spot, eliciting a throaty groan from Silver.
Vaginal Husband watched with a smug grin on his face. "I should've been the one to do it first, but I suppose it's only fair."
Pear glared at him coldly.
"If you can't handle being second, then maybe you don't deserve to be here at all," she spat out, her voice dripping with venom.
Anal Husband grimaced, meeting her gaze for a moment before breaking away to focus on the task at hand. He slipped his fingers in and out of Pear's tight anus, working himself up to his full size. Her moans of pleasure grew louder and more demanding, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson as her desire for him grew.
Finally, he was ready.
Anal Husband gripped her fleshy hips and thrust steadily into her ass, her ass was so big it could fill a small room he knew that he was only the size of one of her turds if not smaller and that fed his erection.
Pear's head fell back, her thick hair cascading down her back as an intense wave of ecstasy poured through her. Her every nerve ending seemed to sing at Anal Husband's touch. Each thrust in and out of her ass felt like a lightning bolt striking deep within her core.
Pear's heavy breathing filled the room, her gasps punctuated with obscenities and profanities that would make a sailor blush. She dug her fingers into Anal Husband's arms, urging him deeper inside of her. "Fuck me harder," she demanded.