Jana's Hard Vore Burrito Party
#1 of Literary Works
Someone had to write it.
Jana unlocked the door and went in. She looked around to see if her room mates were around. There was no sign of them. She heaved a heavy sigh and strolled into the kitchen with her quarry.
The possum had just gotten back from Taco Bell and was hungry for burritos. More accurately, she was hungry for meat. Jana smelled the grease through the wrappers and plastic take-out bag. Taking a seat at the table, she tried to take her time an pace herself, thinking about how much she paid at the drive through.
She stuck her paws in the bag and pulled out the wrapped food tubes and felt herself salivating. It had been days since she had anything but crackers or potato chips. At long last, she was about to eat something enjoyable, with some real sustenance.
Jana took the paper wrapping off of one burrito. She cherished the sight of it. She enjoyed its form with her eyes: overfull, plump, nearly bursting with beef, grease and cheese. The possum tried to enjoy the sight knowing her teeth would enjoy how it felt.
She grabbed the naked burrito and brought it up to her face, sniffing at it faintly then jamming a sizeable portion into her possum maw. She grimaced as her teeth pierced it and its greasy life juice poured into her face and dribbled out her mouth and ran orange onto her chin. A low moan gurgled in her throat as the flavor flooded her tongue with pleasure.
Jana closed her jaw, cutting the piece from the formerly whole burrito, pulling it away, its cheesy gore stretched and split, part resting on her burrito grabber, the rest across her vulgar grin.
"Mmmmmm...."
She chewed. Her sharp teeth ripping, cutting, tearing. Tortilla and lettuce, beef and cheese, rice and beans were turning into a more easily digestible paste all while bathing the possum's tongue in their flavors. Jana swallowed and looked at the rest of the burrito.
She knew it wasn't enough. It couldn't be enough. She unwrapped another and took a bite to "even them out." Guacamole and sour cream exploded into her mouth. She produced a sastified whimper, as succulent marinated chicken spices had their way with her taste buds before being taken over by nature's butter.
"Ohhhhhh, God," Jana thought through the haze of flavor. "It doesn't get any better than this."
She was interrupted by goopy warmth on her left paw. The grease of cheese and ground beef had run over their previous boundary, unhindered by the tortilla which had been torn away. The delectable orange fountain oozed a lustful flow of burrito juice. She lapped it up eagerly.
She laughed as she put the two next to eachother,comparing their sizes. She tilted her head back and raised the burritos over her gaping mouth. Crushing them with her paws, they both leaked their repesctive fillings, falling through air and landing into her hot inescapable pink cavern.
Finding the combination to be pleasing, Jana forced the remnants of both burritos into her mouth straining her mammalian jaw to fit them voraciously in. Overcome by gluttonous urges, she gnawed and chewed until the going went easier. Relenting, the tattered burritos settled more stably into her mouth and prepared themselves to slide, destroyed, down her throat.