HOT VORE STORY

He paused again and his massive tongue started to slobber along my face and the sides of my head as drool dripped onto my head, soaking my hair, running down my skin. The soft muscle slapped at me lightly as it worked to taste every inch of me before I was finally put away. As I panted and moaned, feeling helpless, lost, and ecstatic, the tip of his tongue traced around the circle of my lips and then made it's way into my mouth possessively, slowly sliding on in as it's drool made it's way down it's length and into my mouth. It seemed as if he stuffed his entire tongue in my mouth..my lips were stretched wide around the twitching muscle, my own tongue was pressed tightly against it, feeling crowded. The tongue slowly writhed and tenderly explored my mouth and it's taste as I made muffled noises, my head shifting about. And I eagerly started to swallow down the saliva that flowed into my mouth, loving it's taste, eager for our bodily fluids to mix and not giving a thought to such concepts as hygiene anymore...considering where I was going, it didn't matter.

I gazed upward as things started getting darker and saw the last thing I would ever see..the bright blue sky and a branch of a maple tree, several green leaves fluttering softly in the slight breeze that I could no longer feel. And surrounding it, like I was gazing out of a cave opening, mere inches from my but face seeming far away, the outlines of his teeth and gums drawing closer together. As I felt his tongue slide past my lips and withdraw, the outside world was lost to me as he closed his mouth, sealing me into a total blackness from which I would never ever escape.

I felt his tongue slide across my face in a series of slow, soft laps that went on for a good while, either enjoying my taste one last time or bidding me farewell..perhaps both. My lower legs were engulfed by the slimy heat of his stomach..my body up to the neck was held snug by his rippling esophagus, and my head was lolling from side to side in his mouth, his drool and my sweat soaking it. I slowly gyrated and moaned uncontrollably, slipping downward a tiny bit with each squirm of my hips.