I first saw her in the bar off the lobby of my hotel but couldn't believe my eyes, thinking that it had to be a mistake, I mean here I was in a beautiful boutique hotel on the Left Bank in Paris and what was my ex-wife Anne doing here, of all places? I had just finished a week of business meetings in Germany and had a connecting flight through Paris so I decided to spend the weekend there and return Monday. Here it was Friday night and Anne was in the bar, alone. It had been at least 10 years since we spoke, although we both lived in the same city, in the same Upper West Side neighborhood and we never ran into each other. Was she re-married, was she still at the University, what was she doing here? I went up to the bar and sat down next to her and spoke as she turned around, Anne, long time.
"Red," she immediately used my nickname, "I mean Nick… what, I haven't seen… who, what are you doing here?"
She turned and kissed me affectionately on the lips and we embraced briefly.
I replied, "Buy you a drink, what is that, let me guess, still slurping your expensive scotch."
I ordered two rounds and we moved to a private table in the back. Turns out she had just finished a week lecturing at a French University and had become quite well known in the time since we had split. We spent the next hour finishing off several more rounds, nibbling little corn snacks and catching up.
She looked at my ring and said, "You've re-married, someone I know?"
"No, but it's better for me this time, I think we're more suited for each other than you and I were at the time. No offense, Anne, you know I was madly in love with you and would've done anything at the time to save our marriage, but you were working so hard with your academics, conferences, papers, that crowd which I wasn't part of…"
"I know, we went over all that years ago. Well, we all learn from our mistakes, and I'm in a better place now, I think."
"How about you, no ring, children?"
She looked at me very intimately but somewhat hesitatingly said, "Red, I don't know how to say it, I mean, well actually it's no big deal, or at least it shouldn't be but.. I'm with Kristin, a woman. I'm gay."
I don't know what was more of a shock, seeing her that moment in the bar for the first time, or hearing this news.
"Wow, and, I mean, how did it happen, what, who is she? What's it like.." and I found myself beginning to ask all these embarrassingly personal questions of someone who for all intents and purposes was little more than a stranger.
But perhaps she fell as easily into our old intimacy as I did, for she answered calmly and explained without trying to make me feel uncomfortable. We were fairly tipped, which did make things a bit easier.
"I met her the year after I got my first position, the year after we divorced. I was too fucked up about us and all the pain and all, so I just dug in my work. She's French, also a professor at the University; we actually met one day at a faculty get-together which was very stuffy and for some reason, I was pouring myself a glass of wine and her eyes caught mine and I'll never forget that feeling, it was so compelling… I overfilled the glass and wine poured everywhere and one of the old deans looked at me with a glare and Kristin burst out laughing. We never even spoke as we left the party; it was about 6 p.m. We just walked down the street, I felt kind of magnetically drawn to her. I asked her name a few blocks later. We went straight to her small apartment and I just can't explain it, maybe it was the space I was in then, it was so new and wonderful after the bad years you and I had been through…"
"Hey, it's ok, I think that's great, if you're happy. You're happy, aren't you? I just never thought you'd be into that, I mean.."
"Yeah, I think I am happy now, we've been together almost 8 years and we really do love each other." She's here with me, though she's gone out tonight with her family, they're all from Paris. I just didn't want to spend the evening with all the yelling and stumbling through my French… so I came to the bar and…well, here we are."
She still looked great; slender, probably not having put on a single pound in a decade; firm tits under the cashmere black top, short chic black skirt. Dark brown long hair, halfway down her back, brown pretty eyes, delicate features, except, of course when she was kicking me out of my marriage, but let bygones be bygones. I immediately thought of her pink cunt, surrounded by the beautiful thick black hair, usually pungent and glistening. But now…? It was around 10 p.m. and I was hungry and suggested we find someplace for dinner.
"Listen, Red, I don't know why I'm saying this, but let's go up to my room, I've got some food there, I guess I just want some quiet place, I've been out all week."
I said that was fine and certainly was curious what she was thinking of, but after all, she was gay now and her girlfriend was no doubt coming back soon. I was really horny and was trying to think of what I could do to sleep with her again, and here she was inviting me up to her room. She was 38 or 39 now, I calculated and looked really good still, now wearing chic black and low cut delicate shoes. She always dressed very well, even back when we were really poor and starting out.
We got in the elevator, she actually almost tripped getting in, she was a bit woozy; we were alone.
She pressed 8 and said, "What floor are you on?"
I told her I was on the 5th. We both faced the door, she in front of me. As the door closed and the elevator started to rise, she fell back against me and I instinctively put my arms around her and buried my face in her hair. I drank in her scent, still wonderful and a little musty. I remember her scent and her perfume so well. There was a hint of her sweat, not offensive, but smelling alive, and of course, alcohol. She moved her head around and we kissed as if we were the everlasting lovers we once thought we were, so long ago. We held that kiss until the 8th floor when the doors opened. She took my hand and led me down the corridor to her room, opened the door and we went in. She immediately threw her arms around me and resumed the kiss, this time her tongue reaching in my mouth, finding each of the crevices she once knew. I responded in kind, desperately trying to taste her mouth, her tongue, drink her saliva. She managed to get off my coat without breaking the kiss and tumbled us onto the bed. She now lay on top, me on my back.
We were on a big featherbed, the white down comforter pure against us; I could hardly wait to feel its softness against our naked skin. On the night table was a bottle of champagne in ice, unopened and a big bowl of fruit, strawberries, bananas, apples. Like my room, there were 10-foot high windows overlooking the busy Left Bank boulevards and the romantic city before us. I had heard Paris was for lovers, but this was truly unexpected, my Anne and me together again after all these years in a charged passionate embrace.
We kissed for another five minutes getting to know each other's bodies again, feeling on top of and beneath clothing. She then got up and went to the champagne, opened the bottle with a pop, and poured two glasses. I did notice a few signs of Kristin, another set of shoes, two nighties flung over the back of the big sofa in the ante-room of the suite. I caught a glimpse of a red velvet box on the floor near the bed, which I only could imagine was filled with girl-to-girl love toys. I didn't think it was the right time to ask Anne about the box.
She came back to the bed with the champagne and we toasted the night and drank. She put down her glass and removed her top and bra, revealing her beautiful, round, but not too large breasts, not saggy in the least, just delicious looking. She then helped me out of my shirt. I immediately went for her gorgeous tits. How could I get both at once? I just sucked and sucked and felt her nipples grow stiff, her breathing became more rapid.
"Oh, Red, I can't believe this, you fucking man, ex-husband, whatever. What the fuck are you doing here?"
It was just as exciting as the first time we met and made love. I went back to tonguing her mouth, deep, trying to really get it in her throat and my hands were caressing her buns, so desirable, even under her skirt. Her hands were rubbing my chest and slowly moving down, she fumbled with my belt.
I got my hand under behind her skirt and under her panties and started inching to her crack. She stopped her belt fumbling and removed her skirt, leaving her panties. My hand was reaching toward her pussy and I knew it had to be getting a little wet by now. Here she was, almost completely naked but for her undies, back to working my belt loose, my pants were being pulled down. I helped her and got out of them. She very quickly just yanked my underpants off, leaving me naked and rigid.
She took my cock in both hands and caressed it while I worked my third finger into her now wet cunt. Her panties were getting in the way but I always liked getting panties drenched before removing them. I added my second finger and with the two was working her into quite a lather. I couldn't take it any longer and moved to her crotch and ripped off her wet underwear. I put her on her back, head on a pillow and lay down in front of her, replacing my fingers in her snatch, moving them back and forth. She was wet and wider than I remembered. I took my fingers out and licked them, man they tasted good. I went back up to her head and kissed her deeply for a long time, sticking her cunt-smelling fingers in our mouths. She ate it up and licked longingly at my hand and my tongue.
I then went back down and just put my face in her crotch and licked her cunt ever so lightly.
She let out a gasp. "I warn you, this won't be like your Kristin, so you'll have to take what I can give you,"
She purred and responded, "I always remember how much you loved eating pussy, no man I ever knew ever enjoyed it as much as you."
I worked my tongue into her gash, way inside and slithered along every edge, feeling each fold and tasting each flavor. I smelled each hair and took in the scent of her snatch, which hadn't been washed all day. It was strong and truly magnificent. A little acidic, tart, salty, a bit of the famous sea-taste, and the aroma of passion just kept coming. She started bucking her hips as I found her clit and she grabbed my head and with some strength pulled me into her as far as I could go. She started breathing harder and began coming with big pelvic movements. The up and down motion of her hips caused my tongue to lick from her clit down to her asshole, which I hadn't even touched yet. Soon the entire slit was gushing wet with my saliva and her newly developed cunt lubrication.
With my mouth fully engulfing her wonderful cunt, I felt her lovely rosebud and she moaned as I touched it. It was very wet so I inserted the tip of my third finger in her rectum. It gave very little resistance so I continued. Her bucking got stronger and in a few seconds, she was impaling her ass on my finger, now up to the second knuckle. My tongue on her clit, my finger up her ass, her hands on my hand pulling me up and down, She came hard and almost yelled. Her pussy released a gush of wetness, was it girl-cum, lubrication, or pee? I didn't care, I just drank it up. Now I needed more of her. She continued to buck as she came and I slurped. Finally she slowed down and I stopped lapping her cunt. I looked at her eyes, now closed, her breathing was hard and I pulled my finger slowly from her butt. It felt tight. She moaned softly as it slid out quite wet.
She opened her eyes and said, "That was unbelievable, it's been so long since I've been with a man. It's so different."
She sat up and took another sip of champagne.
She looked at me and said, "I have to tell you something. I never thought I'd ever sleep with a man again, let alone you, but I have to ask you to respect one thing between Kristin and me. Please don't fuck me in my cunt. That's for Kristin. I don't think I could handle that. Will that be ok?
I responded by taking another sip of champagne myself. "I think between the two of us we're creative enough to get around that, no?"
I then moved to kiss her and I deep tongued her, spilling some of my champagne down her throat. I wanted to get her beautiful cunt taste on her teeth. She was sucking my tongue, trying to remove its wetness. I pulled back, my cock now quite rigid and brushing against her pubes. She never shaved and it still was thick black hair down there, trapping the scents and tastes of the day. I took another swig of bubbles and started kissing her down her breasts, drooling the brut over her tits, down her tight tummy, and then spitting the rest of it right in her already drenched cunt. She jerked at the cold shock, but spread wide as I went in and drank it back, now a bit salty and briny. I raised by third finger to my nose to smell what her bum was like. A delicious earthy scent, close to cunt smell but a bit more dank. I definitely wanted more. As I once again plunged my face in her cunny, I slid my finger up to her face to test her, not knowing how she'd react, or even realize where that finger had been.
She quickly mouthed it and sucked it for a few moments. "Kristin loves sticking her fingers up my ass, don't think you're the first. I love the feeling, it makes me feel so full. Go ahead, gently. I've made it all wet."
That's all I needed. Wow. Who would've thought… I moved myself around, placing my head on the pillows at the head of the bed, and swiveled this monstrously beautiful ex-wife-turned-lesbo around so that her cunt was on my mouth, her mouth was above my cock, now bulging with anticipation, and her little brown bud was right off my nose. She immediately took my member in her mouth and started delicately licking the head, all around. Then I started feeling her long fingers toying with my balls, feeling them round and round, very lightly.
I couldn't stand it. I plunged my nose in her rosey hole, so small and just breathed in. Dank, humid, and wonderful. As I began moving my tongue from her cunt toward her delightful asshole, she moved her hips, helping it along. At first, I circled rims around the tight ring, round and round, slowly moving toward the center, where I didn't know what would await me. She stopped slobbering my cock and was just concentrating on these sensations I was causing her. Her moaning got more focused as my tongue touched the center, closed. I stuck it in gently and began moving it from side to side. The taste was a little bitter, a little sweet. There was a bit of cunt juice having flowed there. I pushed a little deeper and got up there, in her asshole. I was shaking with excitement. It tasted a little more bitter, now sweaty smelling, but unbelievable. Her hips really started swaying and I couldn't understand this; I'd never heard of this type of cumming, my hand wasn't even frigging her cunt.
"That's incredible, it's so sensitive… keep going," she said.
I now was thrusting in her as deep as I could, her brown wrinkle began moving outward like a puckered lip. Out, then in, out, then in. My tongue was all the way in and I didn't want to pull it out, how could I. Her asshole was now almost completely turned out around my tongue and it was bright pink; the inside was showing and I was tasting it. I immediately began to taste something very salty from her dear rectum. As her breathing began to take off again, she began pushing and a thick fluid began oozing down my tongue. It was slimy, briny again, but very bitter, with a definite flavor of shit. It was getting thicker and beginning to actually run. It was very warm but I didn't want any to spill. I let myself swallow it as it came. Her anal lubricant, this salty mucus surrounded my tongue, and began flowing harder so it came out her asshole, filling my nose. I swear, there was this thick liquid flow coming from within her rose. She now was heaving and murmurring that she was coming.
Anne was having a true anal orgasm and ass-cumming in my mouth. She shook her hips violently and a gooey chunk of this fluid pushed my tongue out with a slight wet fart sound and found its way into my mouth. It was a slightly loose but solid piece of something carried in a long oozey strand of ass juice. I tasted the briny flavor, it had the consistency of ass snot, it was somewhat gooey. I was on the verge of just exploding now, but I didn't want to waste it, since my cock wasn't in any orifice just then. As she once again slowed her breathing down, I re-buried my mouth and tongue in her ass.
Her anus was still mostly turned out, glistening in the low bedlight, a warm pink with traces of brown fluid running from it, down her leg. She was now resting on her elbows, her mouth over my dick, her ass basically sitting on my face. This beautiful hole was flowing with wetness so I pulled my tongue out and stuck my third finger in, this time rapidly, all the way. She reacted with a grunt. I easily slid the index finger as well. I began to diddle her rectum with the two fingers, searching for, I don't quite know what. I felt the walls tighten and pulse with my pushes.
Then, I began to feel the walls move away. I noticed a big empty chamber, like my fingers were on the inside of a balloon. Then as I was diddling away, the walls of her rectum, just a moment before having been tight against my fingers, moved away. I realized her bum was full of gas and if I yanked out my fingers, there would be a pop and who knows what.
"You know what I've got to do, don't you," She said sheepishly, almost apologetically, "move your head for a moment, I think I've got some gas."
Always the well-bred girl, while her ex-husband just made her ass-cum, she couldn't even fart in his presence.
"Go ahead, I'm not moving, I'm loving everything that's coming out of you. I'm here for drinking everything you can possibly give me."
And she wiggled her ass a little and through the space between my fingers and her rectum walls, a little gas, not smelly, wheezed out with more of the wet pre-shit ass snot. It had a shit scent, but so slight. I moved my nose closer and breathed it in deeply, not wishing to exhale. I then felt her butt insides once again. I pushed harder. Anne responded by pushing back and pretty soon I was thrusting these two fingers in and out, finger fucking her ass fairly hard. It still was really wet, and I think I felt a little more of that ass cum because it got wetter in there. So I added my fourth finger and had three fingers thrusting Anne's asshole.
Her moans were between pleasure and pain, "Oh, oh, deeper, ouuuu, that's big, go, go, go."
She took my cock between her lips again and started tonguing the head again. I had to hold off, I kept telling myself. I fucked her in and out and her butthole got warmer and wetter and there was now a slurping sound every time my fingers came out toward the tip. She was working her way down my cock and licking heavily. Her hand left my extremely rigid mast and began working its way toward her neglected cunt. I should think having another cunt as a girlfriend kept her front hole well attended and it could afford the neglect. But Anne's hand soon found her snatch and several fingers jammed inside herself very quickly. While sucking my bulging meat, she was going to bring herself off.
Her ass was getting the finger-fucking of a lifetime and it had already come in my mouth. It was fairly open when I removed my fingers. I kind of missed the taste of her insides. I began licking and sucking my fingers. They were covered with an amber coating of gel, smelled vaguely like back door droppings, but still a bit fishy. It tasted strictly horny. I cleaned them off.
I really wanted more of her, I was beginning to get out of my mind. I jammed two fingers back in her and began pushing harder, looking for gold. With the other hand I reached to the bedside table and chanced upon the fruit bowl. I felt strawberries, so I collected a few and brought them to this wonderful bucking rear end. I removed my fingers and with her asshole all wet and still continuing to ooze this fluid-I can't describe it, it was like a liquid anal slime that tasted briny but reaked of sex. I put a strawberry pointside-in against her gaping anus and pushed. With ease her cherry bud swallowed it whole.
"What was that?" she asked.
"Nothing, just putting some things in place, I'm hungry," I replied. I took another strawberry and pushed it gently into her ass. Her hands were grinding her cunt into a lather and I felt a little trickle of something come from her front. "You're getting wet, my love," I said.
"I think you're putting fruit in my asshole," she whispered, "No one's ever done that, it feels so sensuous and dirty… good… so full… ugggghhhh.."
I took the third strawberry, this one quite big, and began pushing it in. It met with some resistance, even with the lubricated orifice being distended like that, the puckered lips kissing the strawberry.
"I think it's too bigggggg," she began to say, as I successfully got the wide end past her sphincter and into her now fruit-filled bowels.
I then pulled her hips back to my face and glued my tongue to this amazing hole, first small and brown, now slightly open and pink, moving in and out with her cuntal frigging. My cock was just about to go off, so I moved it out of her mouth for the time being, and she began massaging my balls with one hand and took the other hand from her pussy. She reached around and slowly slid her fingers in my mouth, one by one to lick them clean. Her third finger lingered, first dancing circles around my tongue, then finding it's way with my tongue up her poop chute. She was finger fucking her own asshole alongside my tongue and I couldn't get it up her deep enough. This was amazing. I have never heard of anything so sexy.
As she pulled her finger out, she pushed, and with a slight pop, the big strawberry came out, right in my mouth. It was wet with ass lube, but didn't taste much like anything. She kept pushing and another strawberry came out. I caught it on my tongue and I was both shocked and completely thrilled to see half of it covered in a black/brown coating. A true chocolate strawberry, shit covered with the waste of one of my great loves. I let it fall in my mouth, the flavors melding with the cunt tastes and the slime tastes. The shit came off and I moved it across my tongue. It was bitter, and a little bumpy, like there were particles in it. I smoothed it on my teeth and pressed some to the roof of my mouth. Man it was an incredible experience. I swallowed and chewed her shit with the strawberry. My mouth was on fire with anal love. I was breathing hard out of the sheer excitement.
"Did you eat that all?" She asked.
"My God, it's like something I've never had. I want all of your insides Anne, I love your very core. Give me more."
She pushed but I couldn't wait. Her asshole, totally puckered and sticking out, showed little drips of bright red where the strawberry left juice. There were little streaks of shit on it, but I licked them up immediately. I spit heavily in her hole, for it was quite open now, about an inch across. I stuck two fingers up there all the way until they wouldn't go anymore. I began searching for the third strawberry, pushed way up her gut by the other two. It wasn't hard to find. I curled my fingers around it and felt a mass of mud. My hard tuber was just seconds from flying home, but I had to hold back. I managed to coax the strawberry out of her, with help from her pushing and a very heavily coated piece of fruit emerged from her gaping anus, red, but mostly dark brown, thickly covered with chocolate. I needed no cue. In my mouth, I chewed and caressed it, I spread the coating further on my tongue and teeth. Some seeped out of my lips. I chewed fruit and coating together and savored the idea of it all. The flavor was deeper than previously and began to smell like a strong shit. There was a lot. I swallowed the matter slowly, but much remained in my mouth. In front of me a beautiful asshole was breathing in and out and a small tight little nugget emerged, black and sweet. As I tasted it and began putting it in my mouth, this wonderful morsel, I felt her tongue on my own asshole.
It sent shivers through every nerve of my body, her tongue. It began penetrating very quickly, very deep. I responded by chewing and tasting her waste. Another little piece came out of her hole as she grunted and this one somehow clogged my nostril. It stayed and I began breathing in the deep love scent of this woman. Her tongue in my rectum was driving me wild and I was bucking in her face, she still on her elbows somewhat, me on my back. She slid a slender finger up me and I pushed against her hand.
She still pushed her bowels hard against my face and as I finished chewing and swallowing her last gift, a tasty, more sweet treat, I felt a warm wetness envelope my chin, flowing into my mouth. I pulled away slightly and moved my head lower, under her cunt. I felt her slide a second finger into my asshole, somehow lubricated enough that I didn't mind. She was wiggling them inside me and it felt wonderful, like I was full of her. The wetness came stronger on my face and I realized she was peeing, either intentionally or not.
"Oh my God, I'm peeing, I didn't mean to… the sheets.. I was pushing," she whispered, "I just let go…."
"Don't stop, and don't worry, I said," and began trying to catch as much as I could in my mouth. Much dampened the beautiful fine linen on the pillows but I began drinking this salty liquid, washing down her wonderful shit in my throat. I filled my mouth with her piss and held it in. She continued until her stream trickled to a drip and overflowed out of my mouth. I then turned her around to her anal hole and spat as much as I could get into her. It was dripping everywhere, but the opening was big enough to receive a fair amount. "Please hold it in you for awhile, don't let it leak." As she complied, I saw her gaping pucker close up as she pulled those muscles in.
She was now finger fucking me hard until I pulled my mouth away and turned her around, with her ass full of her own piss. I kissed her hard on the mouth for a very long time, letting her have some of her own piss which stayed in my throat, tainted with fresh shit. She literally drank my mouth, begging for more.
I couldn't continue for much longer without exploding. I lay back down and told her not to suck me off; I was waiting for something else. She loved giving head when we were married, she loved taking it down her throat and swallowing every drop. Now with another pussy, who knows what complexities went through her head about sucking a prick deep in her mouth? She understood my request and stopped playing with my cock, letting it rest, standing still at attention.
"Stay still then," she whispered.
She reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a banana. She sat up on me, facing me, with her ass on my knees. She placed the banana in front of her cunt and started shoving it in, skin and all. With a slight gasp, it went all the way in until just the little stalk was sticking out. She was huffing a little but her eyes were closed. She was well greased, so it couldn't have hurt too much, if at all. She started pushing it out, then pushing it in, until between her rocking back and forth on my knees and the hand motion, she was banana-fucking her outrageous twat. She didn't get to the point of coming, but grunted hard and the whole thing slid out with a pussy fart.
Moving back toward my feet, she lay down on her stomach and put her face in my crotch, below my towering cock. With one hand, she lifted my legs and pushed them back with some force, so my knees were near my ears. She plunged her tongue back into my asshole before I knew what to think. It ran swirls in and around the rim. I felt it try and go deeper.
"ummmm.. yummmmm," she slurped.
I was going crazy with the sensations, both physically and emotionally. Then she stopped and I felt the tip of the slimy banana at my brown bud.
"No," I protested.
"It's ok, you're really wet and it's shiny with my cunt cum, you know you want it."
I did admit I really was curious what it might feel like.
It went in just a bit before the opening wouldn't allow it, the banana was too thick. Anne kept pushing, licking along the sides as she pushed. With a stretch of sharp pain, I felt the sphincter give way and the bulk slid in.
"Ooowwwwww..ooohhhhhh," I screamed sharply.
"I'm sorry Red, but there's a price for fucking your ex-wife after all you put me through.
Right this moment I love you as much as the day I met you, but I want you to feel who I am now, do you understand?"
And she jammed the banana in full until just the stalk was sticking out my asshole. The real pain was getting past the gate, and now it rest deep in me; I felt awfully full and in fact like I had to shit. Leaving it there, she raced to my face and kissed me deeply before I could protest; a slimy taste of her cunt juice and her champagne breath which I craved. As we frenched and deep tongued, her hand worked the banana in and out of my ass; my legs were still up in the air and I began to rock on my back. I felt one end of the banana against my prostate and it send shivers to my balls. I just felt I had died and gone to heaven. As I began moaning with incredible delight, she pushed the fruit deeper and pulled it almost out, then in, then out. My ass must've had some lube juice in it because it got easier and easier going in and out and after awhile, I hardly felt any resistance.
"Push hard, Red," she commanded.
The banana shot out into the covers, the tip covered with a slight brown covering. She picked it up and put that end in her mouth and licked it clean, savoring each bit.
"I really do love you."
She then pulled my mouth to hers and passed a small amount of my anal residue to me. I ate my own shit, licked it off her tongue, and swallowed. She returned to her position under my balls and resumed licking my enlarged asshole. My legs had fallen down by this time, but she hoisted them up once again and I found myself back with my knees at my ears, ass to her mouth. My hole must have been a good inch across by this time. She stuck a finger in and I didn't feel any resistance. Her second finger I felt, but no pain at all. She scooped out a dollop of my mud and gummed her fingers, sliming it into her mouth. She then took a thick helping of the hard love clay and stuffed it in her pussy.
"I have your insides in me."
She then unpeeled the banana and with it whole, eased it into me. My chute was still dialated so it went in without hassle, didn't even break. With this substance in me, caking into my deep rectum, I really felt like I had to shit.
"Keep it in you until I tell you, as you asked me" she said, looking at me deeply, as she pushed it deeper with two of her fingers grinding my ass to the hilt.
They came out gooey with banana colored strands of shit. She put them in my mouth and I sucked. She climbed on me in our previous 69 position with her ass over my head and I then lay back down. I pulled her ass over my mouth and as I stabbed her anal opening with my tongue, she just let go everything. A floodgate of piss enema flowed into my waiting mouth. It was mixed with a helping of little pieces of shit. She helped by pushing and a small complete turd came with the piss. I swished the fluid and shit, like a mouthwash, getting the flavor and scent into every nook and cranny in my mouth, being careful not to swallow. I immediately positioned her back on her elbows, head down, ass to the world, and her wonderful brown and wet open gaping anus was a target for my arrow. I just rammed my 12 inches deep in without thinking. It went in so easily. The big head didn't bother her sphincter even a bit.
"Kristin can't do this, oh shit, it's so full… deeper, fuck me to my center, deeper. Red…. I want to be your anal love slut. Fill my shit hole, fill me with you."
She was crazy. This was a true anal slut. I wanted so much to blow my entire huge load deep into her innards but was enjoying the buildup too much. I pulsed her for several minutes and we were hearing little slushy farts every time my cock moved out and went in again. As I pushed in, she pushed out and I definitely felt some love mud against the head of my cock. My mouth was still full of her excrement and piss, all mixed up and tasting like the most amazing recipe. My nose was caked with her rectal lining and her pre-shit juice was drying on my chin
I yanked my flesh monster out and it was covered with dark ooze and caked with her wonderful shit. Right then and there I would've eaten a plate of it. I quickly turned around and tongue-fucked her mouth, letting the substance in my mouth flow into hers. As we kissed and grinded our mouths together, we both chewed and swallowed Anne's shit mixed with gobs of her piss. A lot leaked out on the white bedding, which was getting damp from our games and our sweat. A yellow spot began forming under her ass.
I then slammed my shit-covered tool into her mouth and looked lovingly at her as she just sucked, licked, and swallowed her shit. She chewed it and it slimed out of her mouth, between my dick and her lips.
"It's so deliciously chunky," she said.
I pulled some scum off her lips and massaged it into her hair, caking it thick. She licked and swallowed and didn't seem put off in any way.
"Ohhhh, you've got to fuck my ass again and fill me, please," she moaned through a shit filled mouth. "I want you to fuck me so hard I'll be shitting cum for weeks."
I went around back again and found a more substantial turd emerging from her back door, now about an inch and a half in diameter. It was coming out about an inch. The sheets were drenched. I bit off the turd and two more inches poked out. I broke these off with my hand and tongued her hole, pushing the shit back in and making the opening wet and slimy brown. I stuck the two inches of Anne turd right into her cunt, mixing with the earlier mudpies. I tongue fucked her dirty asshole for a quick while and then slammed by bulging dick into her rectum, amidst all the shit. I took my hand and smeared some around her ears, deep into her hair and the rest around her front, into her cunt, deep. Her hands met mine at her pussy and frigged the shit into herself.
I fucked her ass for all the world. I grabbed her and burrowed my face against her shit-packed hair. Her love mud was sliming out of her now widened asshole. It was really breathing with my pounding. As I came out of her with each thrust, it rolled out, then sucked inward. Each outward push let a little more mud fall on her legs, my legs, and get ground into the sheets. I felt the packed frosting against all sides of my cock.
She began coming from the cunt frigging and my ass pounding. I began to feel my orgasm build deep in my loins, like it was coming from my thighs. It moved slowly and very powerfully up through first my bowels, deep inside, then to my balls. My nose was caked with her lovely shit smell, all dank and nasty. My teeth and tongue and every sensory input was shit, come, pussy, more shit.
She bucked like a rodeo bronco and screamed, "uggggggggg, my asshole, come in me, come in me, anal love slut me, fill meeeeeeeeeeeee."
I began shooting my load deep into her. I came with such force I felt I was going to tear her bowels apart. It was as if her asshole sucked my balls into itself. I kept pumping my cum into her and throbbed my love endlessly. I shot and shot and shot. It began filling her chamber and going deeper into her rectum. I wasn't stopping, just pumping fresh, hot, grassy, salty, thick cum into this gaping brown love hole with passion, screaming into her hair, messing shit into my mouth and face. As I bucked my final thrust into her brown love canal, my ass let go and I shit the banana onto the pillows.
It finally subsided and I crumbled back, head onto the pillow, kneading the shitstained banana into my head, breathing hard. As my cock pulled out, a loud suction sounded and a small splatter of my cum escaped from her red pulsating outwardly turned flesh ring, glistening. She then farted a long loud airy fart and collapsed, ass on my face, all soft and wet. Her anus, above my nose, was easily two inches across and gaping open. Jism and liquified shit was now dribbling out slowly. It breathed with her. My lovely Anne was breathing heavily, slowing down, her pussy hand was gripping the down comforter, digging shit into it. My cum and her shit fell onto my face as I was re-orienting myself. My dick was out and resting on the sheet, covered in brown. Small bit of cum mixed with the brown. The smell was very strong, but not overwhelming or unpleasant. It was of strong sex, flesh, sweat, shit, banana, and musk, and a little like piss. It was very human and very real.
I turned Anne around so her face was over mine and kissed her a deep passionate kiss. We exchanged the cum, saliva, piss, and shit gurgling in our mouths. Exhausted as we were, we fell asleep like that, mouth-to-mouth, a huge mess on the sheets, her ass a brown mess and my now soft cock still somewhat covered in shit. Weekend in Paris, who would've thought this?
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