By: SuperBeak
WARNING: This story contains scenes of farting, rimming, futanari, lezdom, sweaty, muscular women and scat. If you are uncomfortable with anything listed prior, please do not read this story.
Following the event of what the media would label the “Adahnistan Shootdown,” the media suddenly flooded the middle east. What everyone had hoped for; more creative solutions, peace talks, negotiations, had all gone up in smoke… or down with a bird. The news spread like a wildfire, burning itself into the memories of hearts and minds all over the globe. Rumors were no longer rumors, and the group had since been far from quiet. Though this would serve only to further fuel an already avid fire. The government of Adahnistan was now crumbling under the economic and political pressure to quell the terrorist threat, Adahnistan had neither the manpower nor the resources, and a power vacuum it was sure to become. A power vacuum that any large power would be jumping at the chance to fill, further spreading their influence across an already sanctified globe.
But, of course, no country wanted to directly intervene, not yet anyway. If there was one thing that could save the situation, or rather, minimize it, it would be further intervention from Astaroth. Most civilians thought this a horrible idea, sending more assets would only escalate tensions and lead to a greater suffering. While they had sound reasoning and escalation was the last thing anyone wanted, this was politics… Geopolitics, to be specific. Backing down now would only be a sign of weakness, giving the terrorists an affirmation of their own strength. So now, more assets were on their way, one aircraft soon gave way to ten, occasional reconnaissance drives through town became entire armored convoys, and the simple walk around the shops turned into armed combat patrols.
“Delta Company, Mount up and move out!” One of the pmc commanders called out, motioning for everyone to get into their vehicles.
Queue Olivia, one such soul to get sucked into the ever hungry machine of war, a logistics manager and clerk for Astaroth security. She was a young one, fresh out of university with a bachelors in statistics. Desperate to find a job, she was swooped up by the young private militia, who were in desperate need of people to handle their logistical burdens. After all, a militia as large as them with as much equipment would need proper keeping, lest their gear be lost, stolen, misplaced, or worse… fall into the hands of someone unruly. But a bright and innocent soul such as hers was definitely misplaced in the rough and tumble world that Astaroth Security operated in. She was no body builder, soldier, nor was she even much of a fighter. Olivia was at heart, a pacifist. Relatively short, standing barely over five feet, she had relatively short, dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and was far from prepared to take the heat of the Middle east.
“Uhhh… excu–... Er… uhhmm..!” She stumbled around aimlessly, completely overwhelmed by the sudden commotion as every soldier near her rushed into their respective vehicles. Though Olivia wouldn’t have been able to describe it as such, to her, everything and everyone was just a blur, darting in and out of metal boxes on wheels.
“You lost…?” Olivia heard, feeling someone tugging on her tank top.
“H-huh?! O-Oh! I… I am.”
Olivia flushed a bright hue, her embarrassment only hidden by the brightness of the sun and the bearing down of ruthless heat.
“Name?”
“Olivia… Olivia Clarke.”
“Ah… you’re with… Delta 4-4.” The man said, pointing towards a tan humvee.
“Thank you!” She happily exclaimed, walking towards her assigned vehicle.
As she walked up to it, she examined the truck relatively closely. A scrutinizing eye revealed many an imperfection upon this vehicle’s exterior and overall running condition. It was a vehicle that had certainly seen some action. All over it remained scars of skirmishes long since forgotten, dents and scratches from what were unmistakably small arms fire revealed bits of bare metal under the humvee’s already sun-bleached paint. In an effort to combat metal corrosion, the larger scratches and dings were painted over rather shoddily in a gray primer, giving the humvee a rather… spotted look. Olivia honestly felt bad for the thing, it looked tired and weary, having done its duty for a country that then sold it off to the highest bidder. She patted it above its right headlight, gently caressing it as if it were an old pet.
“Hey, you.” A voice rang out.
Olivia jumped a little bit, snatching her hand back to her side.
“Y-Yes?!” She stammered, looking towards the voice.
“You gonna hop in or just keep fondling the humvee?”
Too embarrassed to say anything, rather robotically, Olivia marched up to the front passenger side door and hopped in.
“So… rolling with me today?” The voice said, now coming from right next to the young girl.
Olivia looked over, seeing the driver and her partner for now. To her surprise, it wasn’t a man to her left. It was a muscular, amazonian looking woman. Her tan skin was laden with black tribal tattoos, a style that seemed familiar but Olivia couldn’t quite pinpoint the name. She was wearing very little, a tank top with a tactical rig over it, stretched out over the woman’s exposed “equipment.” And “well equipped” she was, her breasts were very pronounced, and even through her lower combat fatigues, Olivia could see that the lady’s hips were certainly spec’d to match. Junk in the front and back, perfectly proportioned, enough to love, enough to shake, beautiful black hair with dark brown eyes. She was too perfect, hitting too many marks on Olivia's checklist all at once.
The woman looked Olivia up and down, taking note of her restlessness.
“First ride?” She asked, handing the young girl a canteen.
Graciously accepting the canteen, Olivia took a long drink, some of the water dripped down the side of her face.
“Y-yeah..” She said, capping the bottle and handing it back.
“Figured…” The woman chuckled, grabbing the wheel. “Welp… this thing isn’t pretty but it’ll get us where we need to be. They already filled you in?”
“Filled me in…?”
“The mission.”
“Oh umm… kinda…? I… I wasn’t really listening.”
The woman only sighed, shaking her head. “Cute and stupid, eh?”
Olivia flushed immediately, being called cute was something she wasn’t ready for, especially from a woman so perfectly her type.
“Well… there isn’t much on the list for today. Alpha and Bravo company are doing a thunder run into one of the towns along the outskirts of Adahnistan’s capital… where that bird got shot down. So we’re going to support them from the rear.”
Olivia paused, hearing the plans.
“Wait… so our plan is to just… drive right in…?”
“Pretty much…”
Olivia just sat there quietly, unable to see the logic behind it.
“Orders are orders…” The woman shrugged. “Just take this and keep it on… we won’t be at the front but… who knows what could happen.”
Olivia jumped slightly, suddenly feeling something land in her lap.
It was a bulletproof helmet, typically issued out to PMC’s, not so much to their logistics support team.
“Don’t… don’t you need this…?”
“Meh… there’s plenty of ‘em… Keep it… that’s my old one.”
Sure enough, the helmet was fairly well worn. Its surface remained… relatively smooth, the U.S made helmets had a slightly rough, easy grip texture to them, finished in a matte tan. This particular helmet had seen some use, no clear signs of any impacts but it was fairly scratched up around its edges. More than likely, this was just standard wear and tear from being shuffled around in boxes and rolling around the floors of various armored vehicles. Looking underneath, a name was scribbled in silver sharpie, “Arya.”
“Thanks…” Olivia said quietly. “So… Arya…?”
“Oh… yeah, name’s Arya… you?”
“Olivia…”
“Ah, pretty name ‘Liv… where you from?”
“I’m uhh… I’m from the United Kingdom.” Olivia blushed.
“Ahh… the UK.” Arya said, reminiscing slightly. “Haven’t been back there in a while.”
“Oh.. umm… you were there?”
Arya squirmed around in her seat, reaching for something.
“Yeah… gimme a sec… there it is.”
Pulling out her wallet, she pulled out a small photo.
“Yeah, a few years ago.” She said, looking at the photo herself. “Good times… good times…”
Olivia looked at the photo. It was definitely Arya but… she was next to another person, dressed in fairly risque clothing. Fishnet armbands, a skimpy crop top, as well as dyed hair and black studded pants, all stuff typically worn at music festivals or concerts of some kind.
“Wow… ummm…” Olivia blushed, knowing that she once had a phase like that herself. “You’re very… pretty…”
…
Pausing for a second, Olivia realized she’d just blurted out an intrusive thought, having originally wanted to keep her attraction to the other woman a secret…
For now at least…
“Thanks…” Arya said, trailing off slightly. “Can’t say the same now…”
Olivia looked over, shocked that a woman as beautiful as Arya thought herself anything otherwise.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“Heh… all these bumps, scrapes, and scars.” Arya chuckled, pointing to the various ones along her body and even the small ones on her face.
“Actually umm… I think they uhh… make you more attractive.”
Arya chuckled.
“Well shoot… don’t be too kind, I might fall in love with ya’.”
Olivia blushed even more, seeing how this was something she so desperately wanted. Even hearing about it jokingly was enough to make her heart skip a beat.
“Haha…hah….” Olivia laughed awkwardly, turning her attention to the overly armored up window.
“Looks like we’re moving…” Arya said, looking at the other vehicles beginning to roll. “Time to roll…”
Like a massive column of armored ants, each vehicle roared into life, lurching forward one by one, marching through the gates of their well-protected base and into the unknown. Every mercenary in the column expected an extremely hostile environment at first, but that soon lulled into a false sense of security. The first hour of the drive was a long and lonely trek through the desert, where not a soul resided… apart from the occasional car passing on the opposite lane. Surprisingly enough, outside their rushed base of operations was a massive highway, leading through a few of the surrounding countries and to the sea.
Other than the rumbling of their armored column, it was a quiet drive… so far…
Many of the mercenaries breathed a sigh of relief, cracking open their MRE’s and preparing themselves to enjoy a hot meal on the mo–
It was only then a loud explosion erupted, sending the entire front of the convoy into disarray, as the column began to scatter. Bits and pieces of humvee caught flight for mere moments before clattering onto the roofs of the others.
“Ambush! Ambush!” A voice called out over the radio. But it was far too late for warnings now, even as far back as Olivia and Arya’s humvee was, the entire convoy was pelted by a heavy, lethal hail.
Soon enough, a good chunk of the convoy was in complete disarray. The radio channels soon burst into a mass array of commands and requests from anyone and everyone capable of communicating.
“Smoke! Smoke! Smoke!” One of the voices rang out… and sure enough, black clouds of smoke billowed out from the ditches on each roadside, enveloping the convoy completely. Their line of sight impaired, it didn’t take long for the insurgents to exploit the inexperienced mercenaries' disadvantage. Several rockets flew through the clouds, impacting several of the armored vehicles.
One round in particular slammed into the back of Arya and Olivia’s humvee, causing the equipment stored onboard to catch fire.
In a complete daze, her ears ringing in pain, her entire world spinning around her, Olivia sat there, her entire foundation shook by the whiplash of situations. The peaceful drive had gone awry in seconds, faster than her innocent mind could fully process.
“Liv! Liv!”
A voiced called out, penetrating through her confused consciousness.
“Liv! We’ve gotta get out!”
Coming to, Olivia could smell the burning permeating throughout the vehicle. Looking up, she nodded frightfully before the two peeled open the doors and dipped out. Well… one of them did at least, Arya was far stronger than Olivia, the damage and weight of the armored door combined making it far more difficult for the relatively frail girl to handle. Flailing and banging at it, the door flew open, causing the young girl to stumble out. However, unfortunately for her, she still wasn’t out of danger yet… The cracks of small metallic objects breaking the sound barrier whipped past her over and over, luckily the smoke impaired both their vision and the attackers, so either side's aim proved to be less than stellar.
“What are you doing?! Get down!”
Before Olivia could completely come to her senses, she was tackled and sent into the small ditch in the middle of the two highway roads.
Though out of everything going on, this is what grounded her back into reality as two sweaty, soft mounds encompassed her face. Snapping out of her panic, she realized she was being smothered by two beautiful lumps of body, lumps that just so happened to belong to a certain someone she’d found an attraction towards.
Arya, no less.
Arya’s breasts weren’t completely covering her face however, just her nose and mouth. Olivia looked up, seeing just how brave Arya was as she returned fire into the smoke with her rifle. Almost completely unfazed as the cracks of bullets flew by.
Luckily, support was right by their side. Though inexperienced, the rest of the mercenaries soon came out of their shock and defaulted to their training. Two of the more armored vehicles, specifically two french VCBI infantry fighting vehicles, rolled up alongside, shielding the two women from any further small arms fire. Mercenaries soon piled out from the rear, grabbing as much of the cargo off the sides from the burning wreck of a humvee while some went to go support Arya and Olivia.
Grabbing her by the hand, Arya picked her up, sweeping her up off of her feet.
“Come on, Liv! Let’s go!”
Olivia looked up in attraction and admiration, looking up at her rescuer’s face.
Help would soon come to the column's aid, as two aircraft flashed by faster than anyone could really register, sending small diameter bombs into the ditches. The shockwaves buffeted the mercenaries and their vehicles, despite the jarring and alarming noises, relief was the one feeling that washed over everyone. The gunfire ceased as abruptly as the explosions erupted, signaling that they had had a good effect on target.
“Status?” The radio called out.
Luckily for Astaroth Security’s side, other than a few vehicles being damaged or disabled, they had taken no casualties in the ambush. They had only sustained a few minor injuries and scratches, with the most serious of which someone had been grazed by a round.
It took some time to move everything over from the damaged vehicles into the operable ones and Olivia and Arya were certainly helping, grabbing box after box and loading it into one of the nearby IFVs.
Olivia shook her head, taking some water from a nearby jerry can to wash her face of any soot, debris, or sweat.
“You okay, Liv?”
Looking up, it was Arya, who had joined her in the IFV, having finished loading the last of the cargo.
“Y-yeah… A little shaken up but… I’m okay.”
“Good, good. First time?” Arya asked, handing the younger girl a towel.
“Yeah…” Olivia smiled weakly.
“Well… glad you survived… come on, you and I are taking a truck back to base camp.”
“W-what about… the guys here?”
“Eh, command wants us to stay with the recovery vehicles.”
Olivia nodded, knowing better than to question orders, no matter how confusing they might seem at the time.
Soon enough, Olivia and Arya were on their way back to the docks where they’d originally arrived. The familiar security gates were a comforting sight for a girl who’d just seen her first firefight. As such, Olivia made sure that she was going to enjoy her time back in the… relatively… secure space.
Though her work wasn’t over for the day, for one reason or another, her role had been changed. She was still in the logistics side of things, but rather than being on the field managing stocks of ammunition, she was in charge of the upkeep of vehicles. She was to manage incoming parts and supplies for upkeep and repairs and as such, was to stay at the docks.
Despite the seemingly larger task at hand given the size of their vehicle fleet, she remained thankful that she’d be staying out of harm's way.
After quite some time, she was finally off of work and allowed to retreat to her assigned barracks. To her dismay, however, the barracks weren’t much more than furnished shipping containers propped up on cinder blocks, hastily retrofitted with a bathroom and air conditioning system. A simple window had been carved into the side of it, with metal bars welded over the top. The air conditioning, a simple box unit plastered into the side of a cutout, with marine grade sealant surrounding it. The water was hooked up via large black hoses that sprawled all over underneath like mating snakes.
“Oh well…” She thought, walking up to the door. Upon opening it, she was welcomed in with a sight that nearly sent her heart bursting out of her chest, causing all the blood to rush to various parts of her body.
Shouting at the small tv up in the corner, sat a very drunk… and very naked…
Arya.
Well… not entirely, Arya was indeed very sweaty and very topless… but she was wearing a pair of panties. They were very well worn and quite soaked in sweat, as well as quite stretched over the sheer girth of her thighs.
Instantly, Arya could feel blood rushing to places they really shouldn’t be… at least for a coworker. Though it seemed any attempt at hiding would prove futile, as Arya looked over and practically pounced on the poor girl.
“Ohhhh my gaaaawwd… we’re -hic- r-roommatesss.” Arya said drunkenly, hugging the much shorter girl.
“Ha… yeah…” Olivia said awkwardly, her face being mushed into Arya’s soft, plump breasts.
“Yaaaaay~”
Olivia quickly found herself enjoying this contact a little too much. As much as she tried to pull away, Arya’s lock on her was too strong… Everything about her was sending signals to Olivia’s own body, making her aroused in ways most women typically weren’t… and it appears Arya could tell.
“Huh~? What’s this rubbing against my thiiiigh~?”
“UMmm… N-nothing!” Olivia stammered.
“Too laaate~ -hic-”
In less time than Olivia humanly thought possible, she was hoisted upon one of the nearby bunks. Powerless to stop her, she could only watch as all the clothing from the lower half of her body was ripped off and thrown onto the floor… Not that she was complaining, of course.
“Oooh~ Hello there~ -hic-” Arya muttered, revealing Olivia’s large, erect member.
Unbeknownst to many, Olivia had been born with a rather interesting change to her body. She was indeed female but was very well endowed, not with breasts or an ass, but with a large cock.
One that was very sensitive, as she was very, very inexperienced in any form of sex.
Olivia blushed, watching as Arya let it rub against her face.
“Mmm~” Arya moaned. “It smells nice~”
“PFFFRPT!”
“Whoops… ‘scuse me~” Arya chuckled. “I get a little gassy… -hic- when I’m drunk…”
Much to her embarrassment, Olivia’s erection throbbed as Arya farted, which definitely didn’t go unnoticed by the drunken mercenary.
“Ooh~ You like~?”
“N-n-no…” Olivia stuttered, trying to play if off.
“Don’t lie to me~ -hic-” Arya said, now straddling the young girl, bringing her breasts up to her face.
Slowly, she grabbed Olivia’s arms and brought them up to the posts on the rear of the bunk, handcuffing them.
“W-w-wait… w-hat are you–Mph!”
Putting one hand over Olivia’s mouth, Arya whispered into her ear.
“Shhhh~ It’s okay… I’ll take care of you~ -hic-”
Carefully, she slipped off her panties with one hand, bringing them up to Olivia’s face. Olivia looked at them fearfully, they were clearly sweaty and well worn, practically steaming from the body heat and musk.
“-hic- Be a good girl now… open up…”
Hesitantly, Olivia opened her mouth as Arya moved her hand, feeling the warm fabric slide in with little resistance. She tried not to gag, for fear of offending the drunken mercenary. The taste was… about as bad as one could expect. There was an overwhelming saltiness, most likely from the woman’s sweat, the thick scent of musk permeated throughout her mouth, leaving her fighting with her own body, her taste buds actively screaming at her brain, her brain screaming at every nerve in her mouth to spit it out… but she couldn’t. It wasn’t anything she could put her finger on but there was just something so… taboo about what she was doing, which sent a feeling of excitement to her lower half that made her throb harder than she’d ever before.
“Good girl… -hic-”
Now sure that her panties were lodged within her new partner’s mouth, Arya moved back, making sure that the girl’s erection was lodged in her cheeks. She clenched, using her glutes to softly massage the throbbing tower.
“Ready hun~?”
“PFRRRRPT!”
“BRRRRPPPPPT!”
“PRRRRRRFFFFFFPPPPT!”
“Ooh~ -hic- You really… really liked that~” Arya said, clenching again.
It was true, however. The smell emanating from Arya’s rear end might’ve been eye-watering… but the feeling of those smelly, succulent cheeks rumbling against her member. It was well worth the lingering smell of a diet solely based around MREs.
“Mmmphgh…” She moaned into her gag, bucking her hips a little.
“Feels… -hic- Feels good, doesn’t it~?”
Arya kissed Olivia’s forehead, feeling the precum starting to spread all over her ass cheeks, only adding to the lubrication and multiplying the pleasure gained from the grinding.
“PFFFFRPT!”
“BLORPT!”
It was all so good, all so pleasurable. Olivia felt her hips start to buck involuntarily, her body wanting to experience even more pleasure, release all of the pent up desires she’d built up over years of involuntary celibacy. She couldn’t help herself… and Arya’s behavior wasn’t helping either.
“Hehe~ So… you really -hic- do like my big, smelly butt~” Arya chuckled. “Go on then~”
Hearing this, Olivia’s body humped more and more as Arya let out more room clearing butt bombs.
“Oh~ -hic- Almost forgot~”
Stopping Olivia for a moment, she quickly fixed a cock ring to the base of Olivia’s already throbbing erection.
“Mmmfh?!” She attempted to protest, though it wasn’t much use of course.
“Hehe~ -hic- You’re not cumming until I say so~”
With a very devious smile on her face, Arya ramped up her pleasuring of Olivia’s quivering, hard member. Bumping and grinding against it, softly with great skill and just a touch of gas with the occasional fart, she brought a world of pleasure to a very inexperienced girl. Her butthole ground against the very tip of Olivia’s cock, a hole which she’d been aching to enter. Every fart opening up the tip just enough to give Olivia a little teaser into another level…
She squirmed and wriggled, desperate to penetrate the larger woman. But it wasn’t time for that just yet…
“PBRRRRRPLTSPT!!”
Unbeknownst to her, in her drunken stupor, her farts had started to progress past just gas. Neither of them truly noticed, Arya was far too drunk and Olivia was far too engulfed in pleasure to notice the slightly growing wetness. Though to be fair, it must’ve just felt like condensation or sweat as Arya had been sweating fairly heavily. Either way, they were too distracted to notice.
“MMpfgh…” Olivia moaned, bucking and wriggling harder and harder.
“PFFRRRRRBBBBBPLT!”
“PFFFRRPLPLT!”
“BRRSHPTLRFT!”
On Arya’s end, she was having the time of her life. Olivia’s muffled whimpers, every throb, every single shudder and buck, brought great joy and pleasure into Arya’s heart and soul. She loved the feeling of relieving her own gut of any gas, she loved pleasuring her partners, though typically they couldn’t withstand her gas much. This obviously led to issues in finding a partner, so now having, though rather forcefully, found a partner who seemed to enjoy it? This was too good to be true and certainly, she was going to take as much advantage of it as she could.
She smiled, looking back at her own ass now covered in precum and shart juice. She could see that Olivia’s erection was now pulsing in a pleasurable pain, one only brought on by the ever growing need to cum.
“Perfect~ -hic”
Olivia wasn’t ready for what came next.
“MMPH! MMMPGH!?”
“Hope… -hic- You’re ready for this one, hun~” She said, cracking open and immediately chugging a nearby beer. “Phew… -hic- I know you can’t wait for this~”
Positioning herself, she brought Olivia’s erect member up to her asshole, prelubed by plenty of precum.
“But first~”
Arya spread her own asscheeks, revealing that tight, smelly hole that Olivia had been aching to penetrate for the last ten minutes. She lowered herself just enough so that Olivia’s tip was rubbing up against her asshole.
“Hrrrngh…” She grunted.
“PFFRRRRRRRRBBBLRPLPT!”
“FRRRPLT!”
“BPHRRRRPT!”
Arya let out a few absolute, wet, rumbly sharts right out onto the tip of Olivia’s dick. Unable to stop her body’s reaction, Olivia bucked at the vibrations, feeling the waves of pleasure pulse throughout her crotch and up her spine.
“Woah~ -hic- So forceful~”
Arya only smiled again.
“Well… if you can’t wait any further~”
Without further ado, Arya unceremoniously slammed herself down, practically thrusting Olivia’s erect member deep inside of herself. Her asscheeks clapped together, slapping Olivia's flesh in a way that sent out a shockwave so powerful it shook the bunks.
“Owwwmphmm~” Olivia’s eyes rolled back as her muffled voice sang through the panty gag.
“Oogh~” Arya grunted, rubbing her gut.
“S-she’s big…” She thought, feeling each pulse as the erect member throbbed against her inner walls. “I haven’t done this in a while…”
Reeling in her own pleasure, Arya braced, about to ride Olivia until she saw stars. Skillfully repositioning herself into a squatting position, she brought the full might of her glutes to bear. Bringing her hips up to where the tip was about ready to slip out, she slammed down again… and again… and again.
Feeling the heat rise up within her, Arya was spurred on and on by both her own pleasure and the soft whimpers of a girl clearly too inexperienced for such a violent intro into this debaucherous world. Every thrust, every squat, sent pleasure throughout both of their bodies, their nerve endings pulsating over and over in pure lust.
“Ahn~” Arya moaned, as the meat within her gut penetrated deeper.
Olivia’s size, while not massive, wasn’t small either and it just so happened to perfectly hit all the spots that Arya liked. On Olivia’s side of things, Arya’s insides were the pinnacle of tightness, not that she’d ever experienced anything like it before, but to her, Arya’s guts were perfection. Tight enough to squeeze all the right parts but loose enough to not cause any pain whatsoever.
She’d been waiting so long to experience something like this… and boy was that wait worth every second.
Despite the awful flavor in her mouth, she found it to be… an add on in this experience. As if something clicked inside her that craved this depravity, whether it was just the sheer shock of diving in this deep into someone for the first time or if this want had lied dormant within her for her entire life, she wanted more. Even though her body rejected it, she sucked on the panties, just attempting to savor every last bit of the musty, sweaty mess as she could, though by now they were thoroughly soaked in her saliva. But this was to her benefit, as with each suck, more flavor could be extracted… more filth to satisfy this new urge. And much to her benefit? It seemed like Arya had plenty of filth to give.
“PFFRRRPT!”
“PFF!”
“PFFFSLPRPLT!”
Even with Olivia’s member plugging up Arya’s hole, her gut still hadn’t released all the gas built up within. With each bounce, some of the gas inevitably escaped, much like a plunger, the vacuum caused would pull more out with each pump.
The tightness, the pumping, combined with the added vibrations, it all built up to what would be the ultimate climax…
If it weren’t for one thing…
The cock ring…
She’d felt like she’d needed to cum for who knows how long now and the pressure and pleasure just kept climbing and climbing.
“PPMMMPH!”
“PWMMMPH!”
Olivia screamed into her gag, every fiber of her being just begging to finally come over the edge.
“-hic- What’s that, hun~? You wanna cum~?” Arya teased, using a little more motion to really get Olivia going.
“YMMPH PMMMPH~!”
“Oh~? What was that~? I -hic- couldn’t hear youuu~”
“PPPMMPHM LMGH… MPH… HMGNH!”
“Ohhh~ Alright~ I guess you’ve earned it~”
As if by magic, despite her ramped up movements combined with Olivia’s own thrusting, Arya removed the cock ring. Feeling this, Olivia gave one final buck against Arya’s cheeks. Arya came too, feeling Olivia’s warmth spilling into her.
“Ahn~ Ahhhh~” She gasped, relaxing a little.
“H-huh…?”
To Arya’s pleasant surprise, she had received more of Olivia’s seed than she’d originally bargained for.
“Ooh~ Been a while, eh? -hic-” Arya chuckled, feeling her guts continue to be filled up. “It’s okay, hun~ Let it aaaaalll ouut~”
For almost a minute straight, Olivia just let out gobs and gobs of gooey, sticky, warm cum into Arya’s ass. Meanwhile, Arya had turned around, whispering sweetly into Olivia’s ear.
“Give it all to me, hun~”
“You’re filling me up so much~”
“Oogh~ It feels so good… give me more~”
With one last shudder, Olivia finally ran dry, pumping out the last of what she had to give.
“Mmmmghh….”
Olivia gasped too, well… as best she could through her gag. Letting her body relax, she sunk down onto the bunk as far as her restraints would let her. She was about ready to doze off to sleep….
However…
Before she could fully doze off…
“Hope you don’t mind cleaning me up~”
Olivia soon found that her mouth was no longer stuffed full of old, sweaty panties… but something else, something much warmer and much more… intense.
“MHPGH?!” She gasped, suddenly brought out of her daze.
The new flavor in her mouth was a lot more… of everything. It was bitter, sour, and salty… and was oozing something out…
This something was starting to run down her tongue, pooling into her mouth.
It didn’t take long to figure it out, however. Her nose was now introduced to a far more musty smell, sandwiched in between two soft and squishy mounds, her face felt as if someone was applying a large amount of pressure to it, pinning her down. Her mouth forced open by said pressure and fleshy material, unable to close.
Once again, things moved more quickly than Olivia was capable of processing…
“Oogh~ I’m gonna have to push a little…”
“SPLRPLFFTPLRPLT!”
A loud, squelchy fart, erupted from the mysterious thing parting Olivia’s lips, expelling a decent chunk of thick, gooey liquid along with it.
“Mmgh~ I hope that tastes good~”
“PFFRRPLPLPLPPOPPLT!”
As the bitter, smelly gas combined with the salty, sticky fluid and flowed out into her mouth, Olivia finally realized what was happening.
Gagging slightly but without any ability to fight back, she resigned herself to the debauchery and licked.
“Hehe~ -hic- Good girl…” Arya said, bouncing a little on Olivia’s mouth. “Eat it all up~”
Olivia did just that, using her tongue to dig into Arya’s sloppy, smelly asshole. Every lick and intrusion made more and more cum spill out into her mouth, of which she’d promptly swallow.
She’d gag every now and then but that was to be expected, even if she enjoyed it, her body was definitely not a fan of the taste. The cum had mixed in with the juices inside Arya’s gut, effectively turning it into a thick, fart soaked salty concoction that was ultimately disgusting. She couldn’t see it, but the color had most definitely gone brown. Not that Olivia had ever tasted cum before, let alone her own, but this was definitely impure cum… more than certainly infused with the inner fillings of Arya’s guts.
“PFFFLRPLPLSPLRPOPLRPLT!”
Olivia didn’t know whether she was truly disgusted or even more aroused… maybe even both. But none of that mattered at this point, right now she was going to enjoy the moment, whatever Arya had in store for her…
“Urgh… -hic- Uh oh…”
Without much warning, Arya suddenly dropped all her weight onto Olivia’s face, her legs having given out from both the pleasure and the constant squatting movements.
“Mpgh?!”
“S-sorry, Liv… I uhh… can’t move…” Arya chuckled awkwardly. “J-just uh… give me a couple seconds…”
Though it would seem a couple seconds would be a couple seconds too long…
A loud, angry grumble stemming from Arya’s gut entailed the arrival… or rather departure… of something very, very nasty.
“O-Oh f-fuck….” She said, wrapping her arms around her stomach.
As one could expect, a diet of MRE’s combined with a large amount of alcohol was not a recipe for success. Instead, it proved to be a quick and easy way to clear out one's guts… the only issue? Arya was now stuck, her legs refusing to move, with her asshole firmly planted in her new partner’s mouth.
“H-hey… -hic- Umm… Olivia…? Think you can push me off….?”
“Mgh?!” Olivia protested, trying to move her arms only for an audible clink to remind them both of the restraints.
“O-oh… right… umm…”
Arya’s stomach grumbled angrily again. Though this time, Olivia could feel it through her lips, the quaking of Arya’s asshole a fairly obvious and intimidating notion of what was soon to come.
“Mmmgh! Mpgh!”
“I-I… I can’t hold it….”
Olivia felt something… a hand, no less… wrapping around the top of her head,
“MPGH?!”
“I-I’m so sorry…”
“PFFFFRRRPLPSPLRPLPT!”
“Glg! HLrk! Gluglrgblgh…”
“Ugh….”
“BLRFFPLPRLPLPRT!”
“F-fuck…”
“PFRRRPLPLPRTSPLORPT!”
“Hlgh! Glurghlglgh…”
Without warning and without any kind of remorse, Arya’s guts let loose what could only be described as one of the gnarliest, nastiest brown snakes to have ever spawned from her guts. As if it were panicked, it vacated Arya’s guts with utmost haste, having nowhere else to go other than Olivia’s mouth.
Luckily for Olivia, Arya’s guts decided to expel this horrid brown mass as quickly as possible, so Olivia didn’t have to suffer choking on any one part for very long. Though this would come with its own problems, one of which being Olivia’s throat being stretched and strained in order to accommodate such a huge mass moving so quickly. She had no time to even try to relax her throat, Arya’s body hellbent on filling her throat up without delay. She could only gag and cough, her tongue getting glimpses into the different states that the various MRE menus ended up in once digested. Chunks of meat, vegetables and other heavily processed ingredients slid across her tongue, a rave of horrid flavor and texture. Sour, bitter, rotten, soft, gritty, hard, all different profiles that her tongue processed as the log continued.
Panting, Arya pushed one last time, the last of the log leaving her exit, her sore sphincter finally catching a bit of a break.
“Oogh… T-that was bad… -hic-.” Arya muttered, rubbing her still somewhat upset stomach. “Y-you okay, liv…?” She asked, meekly.
Olivia was unfortunately in no state to really give a reply. Her mind had been reduced to mush for the time being, the overload of emotions from having her first time for… quite a lot of things now. But there was one signal that her body was still giving off… and it wasn’t her soft gags or her body’s wriggling in revulsion.
“I-I think I can get up now…”
But before Arya stood up…
“Huh…?” She looked down, seeing something move.
Olivia’s cock was throbbing hard again.
“O-oh… Oh…” Arya gasped. “Well… since you like it… I guess I can just empty myself out now.”
It seemed like the night wasn’t over just yet…