Ruby and Blake could barely contain their excitement. They’d been married for nearly a year, but they were finally going on their honeymoon. It should have happened much sooner, but one of the things the couple had in common, besides a rather lean and athletic build, was their relentlessly people-pleasing attitude. Taking other people’s shifts, trading vacations, working unpaid overtime. Neither of them could ever seem to assert themselves in the face of someone else who wanted something, which regrettably meant there was seldom time or energy left for what they wanted. But by sheer good fortune they’d been able to finally put together both the vacation time and the finances for a dream vacation to Australia.
Now they were packed into the back of a fairly small cab, just about to head off for the airport. Just as the cab was about to pull away, someone knocked at the window on Blake’s side. It was a rather lovely woman, quite plump and curvy, not to mention strikingly tall. She was making the universal “roll down the window” sign. Blake, predictably, obliged.
“Hi!” the woman said. “Listen, I’m in a heck of a hurry. You guys wouldn’t happen to be heading to the airport, would you?”
“Er,” Blake said. “Well, yes, we are.”
“Great! Mind if I join you?” she said.
He glanced aside to find the space within a bit cramped even for himself and his (reasonably) new bride. “I… uh… I’m not sure you’ll fit.”
“If you don’t mind a little squeezing, I’d say there’s room for one more,” the woman said.
“I… I guess…” Blake said, uncertain how that was physically possible, but unwilling to turn her down outright.
“Great!” she said.
The woman pulled the door open and began to ramble.
“I thought for sure I was going to miss my flight, and if I do, that’s a missed connection, and then I’d be stuck in Salt Lake City for like 18 hours…”
As she spoke, she flipped up the back of her short skirt to reveal a round and—Blake had to admit—enticing rear end. The only semblance of underwear was a G-string that had firmly lodged itself between her plump cheeks. She hooked said string with a thumb and tugged it aside. Before he could object—not that he would have had the fortitude to do so—the woman had pressed her cheeks against his face.
“…I don’t know if you’ve ever been there, but the place is the pits. I mean, nice people, but you need a car to do anything…” she droned.
The warm, smooth skin spread slowly across his face until he could feel the sweltering heat and moist slickness of her tight little pucker. He tried to pull back, to give her some room, but she casually reached back and grabbed the back of his head, firmly forcing it against her sphincter until it gradually began to ease around his face.
“…And that’s another expense, and traveling is already so—unf—“
*SLLP-POP!*
He shuddered as he felt his head suddenly slurp entirely between her cheeks and the muscular ring snapped tight around his neck. His whole head was wrapped in a warm, tight caress, and her weight was pressed down upon his shoulders. The deep thud of her pulse joined the distant, inaudible muffle of her voice and the slithery sound of flesh on flesh as she started pivoting and swiveling on his shoulders.
~~~
“Uh… Miss?” Ruby said blushing furiously at both the fact this woman had brazenly revealed her bare bottom to a cab of strangers, but that she’d then used that bottom to make a suppository of her husband’s head. “If… If you don’t mind… We were—“
“Just a minute, honey,” the larger woman said. “The shoulders are always the tough part.”
Blake struggled a bit, briefly pressing his hands against her cheeks in an attempt to lift her off before visibly realizing he’d just grabbed another woman’s bottom and quickly taking his hands away. The woman continued to rock and twist her pelvis, muscles puckering and clenching around his neck until finally her plush rear spread just a bit more and with a lewd squelch she dropped down around him. His upper body became visible as a muted—and surprisingly compact—bulge in her already pudgy midsection. With his arms pinned, she slllllluuuuuurped down his body until she was sitting in the back seat with his legs, kicking between her own. Thus situated, she tugged the cab door shut.
“Okay, cabbie, you can go.”
The cab driver, either oblivious to what had happened or simply unconcerned, flipped up the meter flag and pulled away.
“So anyway,” the woman continued. “Travel is already so expensive…”
“Miss!” Ruby said, eyes wide as their uninvited guest gently clenched and unclenched her butt, each time causing another inch or so of Blake’s legs to follow him inside.
“Oh, that’s right, you had something to say. I can be a bit of a blabbermouth.”
“You’re… sitting on my husband. And we were going on our honeymoon!” Ruby said.
“Were you?” she said. “That’s so nice! If I’d known that, I wouldn’t have squeezed in. This is the sort of time a couple wants to be alone, am I right? … Mmh… And your man’s got a good hard body. And he’s still wriggling. That’s good. Stamina, am I right?”
“I… uh…” Ruby was something at a loss as to how to deal with a situation like this. “Can you… at least stop squeezing him in? So that we’ve got something to grab hold of to pull him out when we get there?”
“Hmm…” the woman said, contemplating the request. She, notably, reached down to tug at his legs to speed his consumption a bit as she thought. “Nah. He’s comfy in there. I hate to do a thing halfway.”
She stood as best she could in the confined back seat, causing his dangling feet to flip down to the seat, then flopped down again, forcing him ankle deep in one wet slurp. Ruby watched helplessly as the squirming toes of her husband’s shoes slowly vanished between the thick thighs of the interloper. A few moments after they were gone from view, a subdued slap of cheek against cheek signaled that her husband had been entirely consumed. His form, tightly packed and curled up, appeared barely a third as large as it should have been and wrapped tight in the flesh of her belly. He was squirming and fighting, hands stretching the soft tummy here and there.
“Aw… lover boy is such a fighter.” The woman grabbed Ruby’s hand and pulled it over to rest it on her belly. “Feel? He’s all wriggly. So where are you headed?”
“Australia… can… can you at least let him out when we get to the airport?”
“Nah. It takes an awful lot of grunting and pushing to get a fella out once I push him in. Better to let nature take its course. He’ll squeeze out again in a few hours.”
“But our fight is in an hour and a half.”
“You think that’s bad. My flight’s in forty-five minutes. Loverboy’s going to probably plop out and have to hose off in a bathroom stall in Salt Lake City.”
“But… But this was supposed to be our honeymoon. Now we won’t even get to spend it together?” Ruby said, tears forming in her eyes.
“Aw… don’t look at me like that… Tell you what…”
In lieu of further commentary, she leaned forward and opened her mouth wide. Ruby tried to pull back, but their guest caught her by the shoulders and pulled her in. After a brief struggle with the soft lips of the other woman locked awkwardly over her own, they began to slide apart and Ruby’s whole head plopped into the hot confines of her mouth.
Ruby could feel the lips around her neck curl into a smile, and a low “Mmmmmm” of obvious, savory enjoyment thrummed in her ears. The slippery pink tongue slid over her face and teased into her mouth before finally hooking under her chin to help draw her head toward the waiting throat. The firm grip of her predator’s hands drove her inward until the satiny embrace of a clutching throat stretched over her head and neck. It felt like she was being slipped into a rubbery, wet sleeve, rings of muscle hugging her tightly and kneading her forward. Soon the questing tongue was lapping and suckling at her breasts through her shirt, then dabbing at her midriff. She felt the gurgling, tugging muscles draw her into vaguely roomier sack, and then finally her face pressed against something firm and dripping with juices. It was Blake, who did his best to make room for his wife as she was extruded into the stomach they’d each reached through opposite ends.
~~~
The presumptuous and ravenous woman hummed in delight as she took a few last gulping swallows. Ruby’s long, muscular calves slid delectably between her lips, then her sensible shoes. A smallish lump drifting down the woman’s throat was the last outward sign of the second newlywed.
She sighed contentedly, sprawling a little bit in the now empty backseat. The shapes of the husband and wife entwined and curled about each other, vying for space in the cramped tummy that somehow compressed them into a much more manageable size. She idly rubbed her tummy, massaging their wiggling, slithering forms.
“There. Nice and cozy in the honeymoon suite…”