Should of stayed In Paul's sack
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Already covered by slippery saliva and cum, your grip gives when your wife’s tongue smacks you on the side and you go tumbling down right onto her spongy muscle. You struggle to move in the moist darkness of your wife’s mouth as the uneven floor sends you tumbling around in the dark. You try to get to her open mouth and escape, desperately groping for something to hold onto. However, you find your not moving forwards but backwards. Allison is lifting up her tongue and getting ready to swallow, sending her unlucky meal strait to her stomach.
Unable to escape, you start hitting Allison’s tongue with your fists, hoping if she feels you she’ll spit you out. Sadly, Allison isn’t paying enough attention to any tiny movement inside her mouth. Her minds on Paul, his banana hammock had just split open leaving his cock dangling between his legs. As Paul gingerly covered his exposed groin, Allison thought about having that monster in her, but most of all, she thought about her husband swimming around just bellow it in Paul’s hairless balls. She couldn’t wait for her husband to shoot out of there and into her. Paul’s orgasm would send her tiny stud rocketing deep into either her cunt or rectum, whichever she thought would be the kinkiest. Lost in the thought of Paul thrusting into her, Allison moaned out in pent of pleasure.
As you punch at your wife’s tongue, a low moan reverberated up her throat. Her tongue shakes and you go tumbling back towards the throat. You try to grab the pliable tongue, but your fingers can’t hold on. At the last second, you brace your feet on the edge of Allison’s tongue, keeping from going over by mere inches. Saved at the last second, you sigh out in relief, but at the same time, Allison sighs in content. All it takes is that one breath and you disappear down your wife’s throat.
Everything happened so fast next. The tunnel like gullet closes in on you, gripping you in pulsating, slimy flesh. The throat constricts around you, pulling you down without any trouble at all. You kick and punch at the slimy gullet as you move down, trying to alert your wife of your presence before it’s too late, but your wife was so preoccupied with watching Paul that she doesn’t even notice that she had swallowed her nibble.
The esophagus rippled and massaged around your body as you fell. If not for the imminent death that awaited you, the hot, slippery muscles kneading you would of felt pretty good. Without warning, the flesh gave way and you are free falling. You land in half-digested eel, sinking instantly into it. You try to lift your head, but the eels to slippery. The acid in the stomach is rising a, flowing over your body. You start to blank out as your lungs fill with the acidic liquid. Before passing out, you wish that you had stayed in Paul’s balls. Staying a few days in a friend’s scrotum was a lot better then dying right away in a wife’s belly.
Outside your final resting place, Allison springs up, finding herself suddenly full of energy and ready to be reunited with her confined husband. She licks her lips at Paul as he fumbles to get his penis back in the banana hammock.
“I don’t care if you can’t get it up for another hour. There are other ways we can have fun in the meantime.” Paul only nodded sheepishly, he knew there was no arguing with his best friends wife when he got like this. He followed Allison into the bedroom, watching her ass wiggle as she walked. He was going to screw her so hard when he got his energy returned and shot you out at speeds racecars couldn’t reach. He kicked the door closed ready to continue the threesome, unaware that officially it had become a twosome moments ago. The two of them would never find out what happened to you or why ever since that day Allison only ate her eel with freshly pumped cum.
Unable to escape, you start hitting Allison’s tongue with your fists, hoping if she feels you she’ll spit you out. Sadly, Allison isn’t paying enough attention to any tiny movement inside her mouth. Her minds on Paul, his banana hammock had just split open leaving his cock dangling between his legs. As Paul gingerly covered his exposed groin, Allison thought about having that monster in her, but most of all, she thought about her husband swimming around just bellow it in Paul’s hairless balls. She couldn’t wait for her husband to shoot out of there and into her. Paul’s orgasm would send her tiny stud rocketing deep into either her cunt or rectum, whichever she thought would be the kinkiest. Lost in the thought of Paul thrusting into her, Allison moaned out in pent of pleasure.
As you punch at your wife’s tongue, a low moan reverberated up her throat. Her tongue shakes and you go tumbling back towards the throat. You try to grab the pliable tongue, but your fingers can’t hold on. At the last second, you brace your feet on the edge of Allison’s tongue, keeping from going over by mere inches. Saved at the last second, you sigh out in relief, but at the same time, Allison sighs in content. All it takes is that one breath and you disappear down your wife’s throat.
Everything happened so fast next. The tunnel like gullet closes in on you, gripping you in pulsating, slimy flesh. The throat constricts around you, pulling you down without any trouble at all. You kick and punch at the slimy gullet as you move down, trying to alert your wife of your presence before it’s too late, but your wife was so preoccupied with watching Paul that she doesn’t even notice that she had swallowed her nibble.
The esophagus rippled and massaged around your body as you fell. If not for the imminent death that awaited you, the hot, slippery muscles kneading you would of felt pretty good. Without warning, the flesh gave way and you are free falling. You land in half-digested eel, sinking instantly into it. You try to lift your head, but the eels to slippery. The acid in the stomach is rising a, flowing over your body. You start to blank out as your lungs fill with the acidic liquid. Before passing out, you wish that you had stayed in Paul’s balls. Staying a few days in a friend’s scrotum was a lot better then dying right away in a wife’s belly.
Outside your final resting place, Allison springs up, finding herself suddenly full of energy and ready to be reunited with her confined husband. She licks her lips at Paul as he fumbles to get his penis back in the banana hammock.
“I don’t care if you can’t get it up for another hour. There are other ways we can have fun in the meantime.” Paul only nodded sheepishly, he knew there was no arguing with his best friends wife when he got like this. He followed Allison into the bedroom, watching her ass wiggle as she walked. He was going to screw her so hard when he got his energy returned and shot you out at speeds racecars couldn’t reach. He kicked the door closed ready to continue the threesome, unaware that officially it had become a twosome moments ago. The two of them would never find out what happened to you or why ever since that day Allison only ate her eel with freshly pumped cum.
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