Tongue Harietta's nasty slit

You'd rather eat a mud cake than tongue Harietta's raunchy crotch, but Osmand's urging and Harietta's pleading have left you little choice in the matter. If you are going to continue to travel with the dysfunctional couple you'd better share yourself.

On hands and knees you crawl through the dirt over to Harietta. She smiles sweetly and draws her fat fingers out of the swollen pink canyon of her sex. She's dripping wet and the stench is unbelievable: unwashed ass and fermented cunt. Her fingering has only ripened the smell to eye-watering levels and worked the slime in her cunt into a white froth.

You gaze back at Osmand who is watching with cruel glee and idly toying with his flaccid prick. You'd like to see his staff rise once more and plunge your depths or feed you another hot portion of his loin's broth, but your duty now is to his wife.

"I'll gladly clean you," you say with a sweet smile and you embrace the plump woman, feeling her softness against yours and her thick lips parting to your tongue. You kiss her for a long while, stroking down her back before you kiss from her neck to her huge breasts and thick, dark nipples. You suckle them and lick them and then kiss lower, over the rolls of her belly and between her pimpled thighs to the steaming folds of her parted pussy.

She has a great quantity of hair tangled up and you let your mouth and your saliva wash over this musky brambles. Your tongue works around her sour slit in a teasing action and you have your taste of the juice that wets her thighs.

She gasps as your lips and tongue touch her thick clit and she pulls you into the sultry pie of her fuckhole, smothering you in her stench and forcing your nose into the musk of her pubic hair. Rather than retreating you grab her and thrust your tongue inside her, letting her taste overwhelm your inhibitions with the raunchy wetness of her boiling cunt. You proceed to tongue her thoroughly as she cry and gasps and grinds her fat pussy against your mouth.

"Gods," she moans, "she's so good. I've cum twice."

Osmand lays a stinging smack across your ass.

"The smell is only partly gone," scolds Osmand. "If you expect me to lay with that sow you'll need to have a taste of her ass."

You lift your mouth from his wife's juicy cunt and Harietta turns around, bending over the rock on which she was sitting and presenting the full moon of her pale ass to you. It's immense and dotted with pimples. A strong stink is rising from her crack, thankfully only of sweat and travel and the juice from her pussy.

"Go on," Osmand prods. "Have a taste. Or would you rather I sheath my cock in that ass of yours instead?"