1 comments/ 53717 views/ 4 favorites A Matter of Taste Pt. 02 Ch. 01 By: lilactwist In the bar, Red and I found a booth in a very dark corner. It was around 1:30 in the morning and there were a handful of regulars drinking and carrying on. No one paid us much attention as the evening's soccer match was being replayed loudly on the television across the room. We sat side by side against a wall and Red lit two cigars with the candle on our table. He leaned over to give me the lit cigar and kissed me deeply very quickly before sticking the Cuban in my mouth. I tasted my fecal residue in his kiss, perhaps in my hair, on my skin, it was thrilling. I was sure the waiter or anyone else in the vicinity would pick up our nasty secret and run screaming. "You don't know how sexy you smell," he whispered to me. The waiter came over and we ordered two tall beers. He gave us a puzzled look and said something unintelligible in German, held his nose, indicating a putrid smell and yelled at another customer a few tables away, presumably a regular patron. A rough looking dog came weaseling out from beneath his owner's table on a leash. The waiter continued to berate the innocent customer for his dog's smell as he looked apologetically at us, gesturing at the dog. We laughed as he all but forced the poor man's mutt from the bar. Additionally, since this was a mineral spa town and the hotel a spa establishment, there were several running fountains decoratively installed in the walls, trickling sulfuric water. These fortunate scents covered up our foul-smelling selves. Our beers arrived and we toasted, drinking the strong dark ale triumphantly. Red immediately began creeping his fingers under my dress, under the cover of the table. I of course was wearing no underwear and I kind of felt he wanted to see if he could get me off in public, in the dim setting. I held the foamy stein in one hand and staring at her beautiful face, eased my other hand under her dress along the bench cushion we shared. The nearest customers, another couple, were two tables away and deeply engaged in conversation. Her lack of underwear made it inviting. I moved the tips of my fingers under her crack and began wiggling the middle finger into her impossibly tasty ass. The finger hit her buttonhole which impulsively shut tight! Carla wiggled her cheeks but the hole didn't budge. I pushed more aggressively but she held tighter and slithered her pucker outward to almost push my finger away. She maneuvered her cunt over my hand and two fingers slid in. In a final attempt, I attempted my still free fourth finger to gain entrance into her ass, right there in the bar. But she would have none of it. I looked into her face for a clue, but her dreamy eyes only fluttered as she cunted my fingers deeper within. She leaned over and kissed my neck, then my cheek as she slowly impaled herself now with my three fingers. "Frig me deeper, but slowly Red," she said. I lifted up the beer and took a long swallow as his fingers gently and quietly pulsed in my cunny, gaining ground each time I heaved. Finally his middle finger, the deepest, hit my end zone and his thumb covered my clit. It was hard to keep from attracting attention as we were. He managed to take a drink or two himself during this charade. I pushed my fingers deep inside her. I was absolutely crazy about this woman. Suddenly, deep in her cunt, two fingers jammed to the hilt as she bore her entire weight down on my hand, I felt something hard and round, like a marble. I dug my nails into waxy balls embedded up her slit. Moving my fingers around them I inched them out as she gasped. "Red, I didn't tell you before," she said, "I only dreamed of feeling a tongue around my asshole, let alone inside it. No one has ever done that or even come close. It's the most amazing feeling. I wanted to scream at you my pleasure, but I was afraid you might have stopped. Oh, was that good. I don't think I can go back to a sex life without that. What'll I do?" Two small marble-sized turd chunks emerged onto my hand, under the table level. I pulled them from her twat and glistening with pussy juice and dark brown, they must have been stuck from our previous play. She looked down with a totally surprised look and before she could say anything I dropped one in each of our beers. She took one of my fingers and put it in her mouth, licking it and seemingly unfazed by others in the bar who might be looking at us. I quickly returned to fingering her twat while we finished our beers. One last time I tried again to probe her brownie, but it was tight, even tighter than before. What was she thinking? Had I fucked her to the point of pain, was it too raw? He tried to finger my bruised ass one more time, but I didn't want him there right then. I wanted a cunt coming in the bar, which I feared I wouldn't get. As I was beginning to build my climax, he finished his beer, I followed. Remaining in our glasses were the ale-drenched clumps he pulled from my cunt. Simultaneously, we raised our glasses and let them roll into our mouths. I pushed my cervix down around his hand, but the leather of the seat stuck to my pussy lips like a suction and my cum held back. I'd pick it up soon back in my room, hopefully. She didn't even lose a beat when I showed her the rectal matter I scooped from her cunny. I got a sly smile from her. She was so beautiful in that soft light, her blond hair almost a hazy brown in the dark, late room. I could barely make out a few of the sexy freckles on her nose, still ever so lightly smeared with our brown film. Right then and there, in public, I desired to devour her, eat her whole. She took a sip of the ice water before her. Deviously she stares at me and sticks her tongue out, the now frozen iced turd standing hard on the end of her tongue. She moves toward me and we kiss in our booth, passing the hard chilled clump. We simultaneously bite it in half and laugh as we swallow our halves. I simply adore this woman. "I think it's funny that in your constipated state you choose to eat more chocolate," He said. "I can't get the flavor out of my mind, maybe it'll push mine out finally. It's got to come out one day soon, no? Besides, I told you I've never met anyone who shared this with me. Who knows when it'll happen again? Red, will I ever see you again after tonight?" "Oh, I think we can make that happen," he responded. He took my hand romantically in his and without any glance of suspicion, we returned to my room. When we closed the door, I found her so lovely, I wanted to kiss her all over and really love her. We gently peeled out of our clothes. Neither of us was wearing underwear, she dropped her dress off quickly and I took off my suit and crumple shirt. I took her face in my hands and began kissing her lips and nose, tasting her perfect teeth, a lingering odor of mud mixed with beer and Cuban tobacco. Overall, the remaining scent of sex and lust was dazzling and I licked her ear and nuzzled her neck while she purred gently, cradled in my hands. We kissed for what seemed like hours, nibbling on tongues and teeth, the corners of her nose. Our lips were getting engorged with the swell of passion. His tongue etched loving patterns on my gums and teeth and found every corner of my mouth and face. He sucked on my nose and ear and must have begun several hickeys on my neck. He was so intimate and close, this man. What a find. If I never see him again, at least I'll be happy in knowing that I experienced this kind of pure physical bliss this once. Our caresses grow more heated, the raw inner body scents are now so present in our senses. His knee is tucked hard in my crotch and I feel him wiggle it closer, as if he wants to knee-fuck my gaping pussy. I feel her cunt getting wet around my knee as her pelvis undulates with my neck kissing and our general teenage passion drama unfolding. I'm kissing her like there's no tomorrow. As her breathing becomes quicker, her belly begins to tighten against my thigh and then suddenly, it goes loose, she let's out an audible sigh, and I feel a hot wetness envelop my knee. Dribbling down my knee, leg, and onto the sheets I smell the unmistakeable heady waft of urine fill our space. "What are you doing?," he yells, and quickly repositions himself to mouth my basket, hoping to get some of the nectar. I caught what she releases. It's thick and strong, smelling of beer and asparagus. The taste is pure and gratifying. I want more. She increases the pressure and now it's filling my throat faster than I can swallow, but I attach my lips to her cunt so as not to lose a drop. It quickly overflows out of my mouth and the sheets become drenched. I cough up a mouthful, which spills onto her thighs and she giggles. There's still more, which I attempt to gain. I'm able to take in about half of it, the rest I try to bathe my face in this incredible golden gift. I felt so relaxed in his arms and with his caresses, I didn't even realize I let my full bladder go. It was a total surprise, but I then thought why not, and let the blast go full throttle. He lapped it up like a puppy. He coughed a lot out onto the sheets, poor boy, but he grabbed my pussy again and swallowed the rest. I took his mouth in mine and drank my piss from his mouth, what a flavor! I swear I tasted my own asparagus and garlic in my juice. Swallowing my pee started to make my stomach gurgle. This started to become extremely nasty for both of us. We kissed again for a long wet time and he lowered his head to caress my bitten breast and investigate the wounded nipple. As it turned out, the bite was very shallow and there was little sign of damage. He softly mouthed the nipple and as it hardened, I reasoned it couldn't hurt too much. My beautiful tit was coated in a dried film of brown with a little caked up around the nipple button. It was lusciously fragrant, and seemed like it was shit-tanned. He worked this off with his tongue and swallowed the skim. After that nipple appetizer, I wanted her meat; I wanted to eat and swallow her whole womanhood I felt so hungry for her again. My mouth back on her cunt, she now on her back again, legs in the air, her vulva all swollen but she grinds into me. I felt his amazing tongue around my ravaged cunt, it made it shimmer with fear, it was still so raw and hadn't fully recovered from the fisting, but I wanted him in there again and ground into him. His tongue went into my gyrating crotch and my clit hardened. He caressed it with the flat part, giving constant pressure. But before I reached the lead-up to orgasm, his mouth moves to my asshole, his new focal point. Without so much as a warning, he sharply stabs his long tongue into my brownie, which I'm holding tightly closed still. He flips me over on my stomach, slides under me in our favorite 69 position, pushes my buttocks up in the air so they are vulnerable over his mouth. He roughly pries my ass cheeks apart and I give in. Her tightness gave way as soon as I pulled her round cheeks apart, opening that lovely orifice. She relaxed and the hole widened in a loose ring as it accepted my tongue way up. I tickled the inside of her flesh, searching for my luscious reward. She gave in and pushed her sphincter muscles out hard, loosening my tongue from its holster. As my mouth recoils from her action, a slow spittle of my cum dribbles from her brown hole. She does it again and more cum seeps out, now in thick gobs. I stab her with my tongue, yanking her butt apart to widen my access and collect all the cum possible. I gingerly trace every fold possible. I get my third finger in quite easily and she moans. The combination of her gyrating to my pulsing finger and my probing relentless tonguing yields more cum, in fact, I pull everything out, and keeping her buttocks apart, the lovely hole stays wide open; all the spunk I deposited in her rectum dribbles out without so much of an effort. I lap each drop into my mouth. She heaves a great push, and out plops a nice solid turd encrusted with cum and two giant final globs of syrupy spunk, all onto my tongue. She finishes with a long wet fart followed by a thin brown stream of fishy filthy liquid. My mouth is full of my own sperm, a steaming turd and some ass sauce from my lover, all freshly preserved from her bung cave and I'm so eager to swallow it but I hear her begging for it. "Red, Red, give it all to me, now, while it's hot... please, please... don't eat it. I want your cum. I want to eat your cum. I slide out and kiss him hard, opening his mouth and drinking deeply all the contents. As I chew them I taste his wonderful salty syrup, mixed with my ass juices. I taste my fecal ball, which has been building up for days. I taste some olives in my shit, some small pieces that weren't digested. It all washes down with the ass spit I gave him. I feel so earthy and nasty, I haven't quite imagined anything this dirty could be so intense. I feel about to come simply from this experience and my hands move instinctively to my pussy. I quickly jam two fingers in and start pumping them gently. I feel his hand lower over mine and one of his fingers goes in to join mine. I have been wanting to swallow his come since this started. I now feel insatiable. I dream of several guys shooting in my mouth savoring the different tastes simultaneously, something that could never happen, I'm just not that type of girl. But at least I want to eat all of him. As I swallow the last bite, he's back mouthing my sore tit. "Carla, love," he whispers, "I'm so sorry about biting your tit. You have the most gorgeous breasts, I love them, I would never hurt you, you know that. Jeez you taste good." My nipples were erect now, urging his actions. He then began playfully pinching my clit in a way that tickled, rather than hurt it. It grew stiff and emerged from its folds. My fingers surrounded his and guided him to rub more gently. He left my chest and kissed the inside of my thighs, keeping his fingers in my cunt busy. I lay down and caressed his head as his tongue found my labia again. As he nibbled on my pussy lips, first one, then the other, I brought my hands to my breasts and began massaging them. I was feeling extremely good. He gently raised my legs up and slid a pillow under my lower back, raising my buttocks, still shiny from the cum spitting and slopping he had recently finished. His index finger slid in easily, all the way up to the last knuckle. I moaned. I was now riding his two fingers on my clit and one in my ass, I was roughly handling my tits and my orgasm started it seems from somewhere in my bowels. There was still some mud around my nostrils and I smelled its arousing qualities. What I wanted was some of his shit, his turds, his pee, his insides. But he was positioned below me, far away. My thrusts were faster as my excitement heightened and he pulled all fingers out, penetrating my vagina to the walls with his fantastic tongue, pistoning rapidly, licking all around. He put his fingers up to my face and I took the index finger eagerly in my mouth. It was caked slightly with my excrement, slimy from all the spit. I came as I sucked on that chocolate treat, sliding the paste around my mouth and letting it slide down my throat. My pelvis heaved my come to him, feeling more gushing matter leave my pussy. With my free hand I forced his head as far as it would go into me while I shuddered and locked my legs tightly around his head. Ohhhhh was that amazing. She licked my finger off, which was dirty from her ass, all wet from my licking. Her cunt came in my mouth, shooting her girl cream into my mouth, thick, salty, and fresh. I drank or ate, I forgot which, it was all the same. Tart and acidic, but gooey. Her heaving was fast and she was heavenly. My cock was hard again and ready to slam her, any which way. With her parts pulsing and wet, her ass in a waiting position on the pillows, I moved the head of my pole into her bud and pushed. It yielded easily and my dick slid into her. Her brownie accepted me once more, this time much easier, in fact I don't even know if she felt much pressure. Her ass shoved outward to meet my thrust and I pushed into some of her soft substance. "Please don't come again in my ass," she said, "I need to swallow you this time Red, swallow you hot and fresh, please. It feels so good, but take it out quickly before you shoot, please," she pleaded. I complied and pulled out, turned over her and stuck my brown smeared pumper between her beautiful lips, which she gobbled up instantly. She began sucking desperately as I rolled the two of us over, me now lying on my back, her on top, her cunt sitting on my face again. She jerks her mouth off my cock and begins to lightly tongue my balls. "Red, you've got a lot of thick hair down her," she giggled, "you're not gross and hairy anywhere else, which disgusts me, but your balls and ass are so thick... ohhh," as she licked more aggressively. First she took one ball completely in her mouth and I could feel it expand across her teeth. She very expertly left my dick alone so as not to encourage any explosion before she'd be ready. Then her tongue found my boy cunt. It was ravaging, it was sensuous. I couldn't fathom this feeling, the wet muscle swirling and circling around my brown eye. I'd eat anything from her, I didn't expect she'd do the same. What I had craved and gave to her, I never thought to receive back. It was as I had imagined, only better. I wanted to get all the little hairs in my teeth and landed on his shitter. As he did to me, I pulled apart his cheeks and probed a little, tasting the wonderful musty man scent I craved. At the stump of his turgid cock was a hairy wet space that collected all the man-scent in one place. It smelled deeply of crotch, of workouts, of agitating flesh, of sweat, of sweetness... I drank it in my nostrils. I couldn't stop... in I went. Before I knew it, I was deeply probing his ass with my taster, trying to get every inch of the inside as far as I could. It wasn't enough. His big cock was waving next to my cheek as I dug into him. I slurped, I tasted small particles caught around the rings. I was ready for more substance. I jammed my nose into his rectum and inhaled long and he groaned with the kind of pleasure reserved for animals. I spit several times into his relaxed bung hole and stuck my middle finger carefully in, to the first knuckle. He reacted with pleasure and I pushed easily to the end. He seemed in heaven and I figured he had experienced this before. His ass started to dance on my finger and I pushed a second in, as he had done to me. I felt some packed lumps in him and wiggled them free, him helping me by squatting them out onto my fingers. I cleaned off my fingers with my tongue, stabbed them back into his loosened bowels and traced my lips to his toes, taking them in my mouth. I squished his shit between his toes in my mouth, moving it all around, while still agitating his ass. His rhythm increased and I feared he was about to come, I had to stop, I still wasn't ready. When she did my toes, that was about the end. I thought I had known all pleasures, but this was new and impossible to describe. As she went down, her ass left my mouth suddenly, her shit taste heavy on my face. I was able to get a finger in there and keep it moving. She pulled off my feet, I think because she knew I was going to pop and sat up, replacing her full weight on my head, jamming my tongue back in her crack, up her open brown winkie. She leaned over the bed and reached as far as she could over to something. I hear the sound of wrinkled paper and I realize she's back in her gift basket getting something. I feel the cold round end of something and before I know what it is, the zucchini tip is pressing into me. It stretches my hole and it hurts slightly, but I don't want to stop her. She pushes slowly until the head breaks through my tight sphincter. "Ughhh... ooooooo," I say. "Don't stop, Carla, nooooo." But she senses the pain and pulls it out with a plop. She reaches over again and I hear the rustling for a long time, hoping she hasn't given up, something else is unwrapped. She returns to sitting over me, her steamy crotch on my face in home position once again. I feel her smear something cool and greasy on my asshole. A Matter of Taste Pt. 02 Ch. 01 "I found it, sweet French butter, the best," Carla triumphs as she forces two slender fingers deep into me, filling my ass with the smear. The zucchini returns and goes in much easier, little resistance, until it's all inside. She turns it around and begins pulling and pushing it fiercely, fucking me silly. She pushes my legs way back, past the point they feel comfortable, almost to my head, I can't stretch that far; my rectum screaming up at her devilish face. I've never been fucked by another man, or a woman for that matter. I've always wondered what it might feel like. I am craving this love monster! Her fucking continues and I feel the head slamming my insides, my cum spot in my bowels. Every time it hits I feel more and more like peeing, and slowly the feeling turns toward coming. There's definitely shit in there blocking it but who cares. I'll spew soon without even a touch to my dick. The pounding builds and now she's heaving on my face and another rush of piss trickles out directly into my mouth, I swallow. Acrid, ammonia, fresh, oh I love it! "Red, is that better?," she asks. "Oh, Carla, I.... Please, harder, deeper, I'm close, more, don't stop, please... I've never been fucked before, I just love you so deeply, don't..." But sensing she'll blast my jets too soon, she stops the hammering, gets up, and with the tube still lodged in my ass, moves around to face me, placing her cunt at my asshole, the hard flowery tip of the zucchini sticking out. "Give me some of that zuch, Red, push some out, cunt boy" she begs. My bunger by now must be stretched wide as her cunt. I shit out about four inches, which she immediately slides in her pussy. "Ohhhhh. Damn, it's sharp," She winces. She continues to try fucking me with the hard flower scraping her raw vaginal walls. It goes in deeper but the pain is too much for her. "Owww! Oh shit, I'm probably bleeding. Ohhhhh," she quietly murmurs. She's peaking on high-voltage, there's going to be no stopping, whatever happens. With the vegetable still sticking out, she leans over the bag once more and returns with a very long, perfect cucumber. She butters it up on both sides, yanks the zuchini out of me with a quick but painful movement, and slides one end of the cuke in her gash. "Oh, that's better. English cucumbers are actually good for something," she exclaims. I got the thing in my twat and it felt much better than the hard end of the zucchini, that's for sure. I pushed my crotch against his raised horny butt and the other end penetrated him easily. He cooed as it felt better to him too. I grabbed what part of his back I could reach and pulled him to me, burying the salad dildo in both of us. I began rocking back and forth, fucking us both. "Red, you ok?" "Oh, love, I'm perfect, keep going." "You're not going to come yet, are you?" "Uggghh, not... yet, keep... deeper." The idea of us both linked so liquidly by this cock-like object, me fucking him, him my passive slave for the moment, he looked so defenseless, so willing, so genuinely happy. I didn't think I could come again, so soon, but I was wrong. The concept of it all, the intimacy, we were attached in lust and I was fucking him! I never have had anything close to that experience, I was in complete control! The position for me was not perfect, but we were mouth-to-mouth, pussy-to-asshole and each thrust pumped me full of craze and desire. My release was tripped and I flowed once again, my twat coughing up cum slop. My entire body shook with the delivery. My cunt lips slammed tightly in reaction to the orgasm; I've never fucked anyone like this; haven't even thought about a strap-on or some such implement. I thrashed to get it as deep as deep could be. I was filled to the womb and was filling him simultaneously. I didn't know if I was hurting him, but for a brief second, couldn't care. He wailed at the impalement, probably harder than he expected. I fell back, out of breath, on the bed, heaving with passion. The beautiful 12-inch monster popped out of us at the same time. My end was shiny and white; his end was brown-smeared and there was a big clump of his goop at the tip, glistening in the weak light. Too horny to stop, and him out of breath, probably more out of surprise than anything else since he hadn't come yet, I took the shitty end and licked it confidently. Chunks came off in my mouth. I tasted carefully and savored his flavors. I definitely sampled some pistachio pieces and some garlic flavors. I began obsessively trying to identify different scents and nuances. One side had a strong hint of garlic while the other had tiny pieces of olive again. I slid small bits in and chewed, salivating them to slurry and swallowing them. End of Chapter 1 A Matter of Taste Pt. 02 Ch. 02 I think Red ate anything coming in his mouth in a copious gesture, while I went for sensual flavor. I returned my tongue to his panting rectal opening and tried again to taste my love's insides. He squirmed at the delicate feelings. "Oh, Carla, more, lick harder, ohhhh." "Red, you taste so unbelievable. I can find garlic and even olive oil in your waste. You animal" "You're totally disgusting and nasty. Ughhhh... ummmm, don't, please." I wanted more of his shit, more from deeper in. The fact that such a clump of mud was on the end of the cucumber meant he was full. I stuck two fingers in him, which entered without a fuss. I felt a good ball and worked it out, him helping. Into my mouth, chewed a little, dribbled the rest out, which fell on my tits. She was fingering and rimming me like nobody's business, eating pieces of my shit, chewing and tasting it obscenely and slowly. She spat out pieces she didn't want; it's as if she wanted to sample only and not fill up. I wanted all her mud, I needed her body, I was too far away from her and my legs were straining under the constant backward pressure. I think my bowels were about to explode from all that probing. She took some of the goop on her tits and smeared it around the nipples, slowly massaging it in. She took my hand to her breasts and had me join the rub-in. The air was thick with the animal scent. Still on my back, she uplifted my ass again, my hole open wide, and kissed it with her oozing cunt. I felt a warm strong current rush in me. She was giving me a piss enema and much was dripping down on the sheets. How did she have so much piss in her still? "Red, if I could lean over and kiss you now, I'd devour you on the spot!" "Ohhh, Carla..." My bowels were expanding with her unexpected fill-up to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly it felt as if I were overcome with that ice-water feeling and feared I would wash our fun away forever, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Before I could finish emptying into his ass, he jumped up off the bed, turned over and got on his hands and knees, kneeling over my mouth. "Carla, I can't hold it in any longer, please forgive me for what's to happen..." And he let go of a huge loud and very wet fart. A jet spray of my piss washed over my face with great force, followed by a few small chunks of his dinner. Then, slowly, a beautiful medium-sized log emerged into my mouth, shiny with my pee and his milky anal slime. At five inches, it broke off. I held it out, hard and black, little brown and black flecks etched throughout. It was braided perfectly, an exact contour of his lovely intestines. His beautiful bowels shaped this stunning object, its curves, its roundness. I gently licked all sides, the ends, the bottom. I bit off one end and squished the pieces along each of my teeth. Something so sweet never was so naughty. "Ummmm, Red, that's strong, that's so good. Ohhhhmmmmmm. Incredible." This was Red at his innermost, his spirit, his soul. It was earth, it was grass, it was shit, it was piss, it was asparagus, sulfur, liver, a range of spices and flavors, some sweet, some very bitter. I chewed and chewed. I swallowed a little more and mushed the rest down my chest. More of my piss came out and I gargled languidly until I spat that out too. I took a last swallow of the final piss, which he had been pushing out and reached around to kiss his lips. He took it all in and swallowed it immediately, causing his ass to heave the remains out onto the bed. He shit another large log, somewhat softer and more odorous. I picked it up and put it on my stomach, bringing him to me, we squished and squashed that shit to form an unbreakable bond between us. We were holding each other tightly as shit lovers. I felt emptied out but ready to explode, I was in a totally dazed state, ready to put my thruster in any hole. I craved to fuck her unimaginable ass again, but she wanted to blow me hard. We broke our kiss and gently resumed our now mutually accepted 69 position we loved so much, me on the bottom again. My asshole was burning and widened to the world and I held my legs apart. She lowered her pussy down around my mouth and began grinding into me. As she bent over to nuzzle the base of my rod, her brownie raised up and faced me. An idea came to me. I slowly but easily slid my middle finger up her ass, deeply, in one motion. She moaned. Her loosened orifice took my index finger next. "Red, uhhhh, ohhhhh jeez." My ring finger was next, which pushed the others deeper and widened the opening. My third finger dug into some of her mud pack. I twisted the three fingers around from side to side, all well lubricated by the mess down there. She responded by panting quicker and gyrating her luscious bottom. There was no resistance. She was concentrating on my fingering and had stopped licking my cock. As I had done before to her cunt, I grouped the fingers tightly together and got the pinky in as well, so a four finger cluster impaled my lover's breathless rectum. The stretching caused her to suddenly gasp. "Owwww. Oh.. Red... uhhhh, slowly, pleassssee, no, no, no." But I felt she wanted more, wanted it all. I slowly rotated my hand to gradually stretch the taut opening, all four fingers all the way up to the third knuckles. I pushed gently, waiting for her response. As I got my thumb into position for the final thrust, she cried out, "No. No. It hurts, it's ripping me apart, stopppp, please. Reddd, no, no." When he got two fingers in, it felt good, great. My insides were so packed, I hardly knew there could be any more of a filling feeling. But then the third finger went in, I felt it. I was loose and my mouth was buzzing with his shit taste. I wanted him in me, deeply. Oh, it felt unbelievable. I wanted more and invited him in by pushing and dancing on his hand. I felt able to do this. I couldn't believe I had gotten this far, but wasn't going to back out now. His fourth finger slid in with some pain, I felt my anus stretching like something was really too big. Then the fullness, so complete. He twisted back and forth and owned my ass for that time. I knew he was with me as deep as any human being can be with another. He rocked my core and my anal tears didn't hurt any more. I hoped he was going to go for broke. I needed his hand in me, I needed it, I begged him to do it. My bowels were full and packed and I wanted his hand in there to clean me out! He tried getting his thumb in, tried so gently. But dammit! As his hand tried to penetrate me, a sharp pain ripped through my anus, spreading in an instant along my whole bottom, into and around my dripping parts. I couldn't do on. It was killing me, he was going to ravage me to pieces and lose everything. I screamed in pain, really loudly, and pushed his hand out in one enormous grunt. In fisting her I wanted desperately to turn her inside out just to be at one with her delectable unending brown and tasty waste. But the last thing I knew, even in my state of delirium, was to cause her any pain. She shit me out. Looking around at me, there were the beginnings of tears in her eyes. I grabbed her face and kissed those eyes, smearing whatever lip muck I had over them. We locked lips and I begged her forgiveness. After a few moments, heartbeats slowed down and she said, "Jeez my ass hurts, it burns with pain, fuck! OUCHH, I can't move for a second... wait... it's not your fault, Red, I really wanted to try it, I'm just not slutty enough, I guess. Let me rest it a minute." He brought up his muddy hand and we licked my shit off his fingers together, kissing each other back and forth quietly. And we both laughed. I was both traumatized and excited. He gently turned me back over and kissed my wounded opening. The pain disappeared as his tongue found its way inside. I felt it wet all around the rim, now going in, deeper, looking for my meat again. I felt a finger go in slowly, it didn't hurt at all. It stayed and circled my rectum. I began swaying my ass around it. He withdrew it and stabbed his face back in. Her ass hole is now really loose. I felt so bad about the pain I caused trying to fist my love, but she was calming down and it seemed safe to resume. I wanted my hand inside her like I had done to her cunt. I wanted to grab all the caked-up shit in her bowels, but I was going to tear her in half. I inhaled her depths. I felt a motion, her stomach swelled, she farts a deep stinky long wind. I inhale, I lock onto her extended asshole lips like an oxygen mask over mouth and nose and drink the scent in. We breathe together. It's so thick I can taste the pungent gas, feel it liquefy over my tonsils as I swallow her smell. I found her moist brownie, it kind of developed little labias that I could chew, they were sweet and bitter and stained brown. I sucked them, tongued her deeply, and stuck one finger in again easily, searching for gold. It began pulsating to my rhythm, grew red and glandular but it didn't appear bleeding. There were remnants of cum and brown slimy mucus covering her royal pink rings. I gently licked her ass to sooth and nurture her pain. "Red, stop a second, I feel something, wait, ooohhh no." At this most intimate moment I get a sharp stomach cramp. It hurts like a mother, but worse, I feel as if I'm going to explode my caked up insides in a shower of brown liquid horror all over my wonderful lover. Eating hard clumps is fine; drinking shit is awful, I couldn't even think of how disgusting that would be. Another cramp. Oww! I yelled in pain and fear. "What is it, love, what hurts?" "Nothing, Red, just a little gas." I was ready to get up and make a run for the bathroom, I just couldn't defile our nest like this. I started to slowly slide out from our tangle, prepared to end our session right there out of shame for what I felt was going to happen. Then, a distinct gas pain jabbed my intestines and I relaxed and fell down loosely on him, my mouth next to his still hard cock, waiting for the next stroke. I released a long sputtering fart into his nose, resting under my crotch, between my cheeks. Another fart came, but by that time, he was plugging my star with his tongue again. My four-fingered anal violation seemed to be the last straw of poor Carla's retention. The activity awakened her inner bowels, and a little mud flowed from the deep. At first I thought her pain was going to finish her off, or worse, release something horrible. But now her gentle but now fleshy asshole let go a little slurry of liquid, followed by two medium hard long pellets, rich in smell. It seemed like olive pate with specks; I once again tasted the already digested olive bits. I sucked and swallowed them whole. "Ohh, my word... Red, don't eat it..." And my insides gave forth, just relaxed. His mouth was at my outpipe and I just let "what will be, be." My shit began to flow, and into his waiting mouth. If he didn't care, I didn't care. I lost all shame, if ever I had any. His cock was dancing hard and pulsating, begging for attention. I heaved my pumping rectum up and over his mouth, sealing it tight, and invited his glistening crown into my lips. I opened wide and in an instant, his meat was raking my throat. I began long mouth fucks in and out and he started groaning. As I gobbled his meat, my guts continued emptying. I long lost any sense of shame, it was up to Red what he was going to do. I felt the most glorious relief as my inner tubes spewed forth my cakes. I licked his wonderful throbber around the head, the side and tasted shit, salt, my piss, more mud, some teeth smear. Ohhh the wild absolute nastiness of it. It slipped out as I tongued the bottom of his scrotum. I liked to taste things so much, I wanted to do what he was doing to me. I dradled his hairy balls and anal hair and savored the residue on the fibres, sucking each piece off bit by bit, feeling him squirming. I punch-tongued his hole and it bucked. We were in a deep rimming contest and I needed to win. Some bowel squirt ran onto my chin. There was very little left in him, only some pellets. My saliva melted over its bitter texture slowly dissolving the sediment until it coated my tongue My pussy was heaving forth and the contractions of my bowels caused some more gunk to leak out of my flaps. But my ass, ohhh jesus the relief. A huge and impossibly long log wound its way out slowly, I knew its size from the stretch, I swear it felt more than two inches in diameter. I let the whole process just flow without pushing. I didn't want my sphincter to cut off the tuber. It went out, and out, and out... one inch, two, four, possibly eight, I lost track. And the longer it went on, the deeper Red fucked my throat. Now my tongue was sunk into the bottom of my mouth, his hardness stuffed down the back of my throat and I was gushing around it, begging for it to explode. As she began perhaps the greatest blow job I was ever to have, her champion asshole opened and collapsed onto my waiting mouth. As my tongue habitually found its way into the loose cavern, the tip of a turd emerged onto it. It pushed under its own weight; she was busy sucking and caressing my brown plugger in her mouth and I detected no contractions, no pushing. Another inch came out, hard and confident. Two inches now into my mouth and I knew this was it. This was the plugged-up muck that was caking her bowels, preventing her from shitting for the past days. This was the culprit keeping her from regularity while traveling. The snake grew thicker and my tongue sensed the bumps and veins on it. It kept coming and now was jamming down my throat. She was deep-throating me and I was doing the same to her brown love log. She moved her head up and down around my muddy shaft and with a tremendous shudder and a pelvic squat, she shit the end out with a blast of gas, thick and syrupy. I barely had time to chew as it went down, though most fell off my mouth onto the bed. She cried out in great relief, "Ohhhmmmmm." I know she wanted to exclaim her exuberance and utter relief at the emptying after all these days, but her mouth was awfully full. Her cunt farted a loud expulsion and some pussy gunk oozed out. I caught every bit and swallowed. Her expertise was getting me so close I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I shot my entire tongue deeply as I could into her ravaged rectum and licked and tasted and greedily sopped up anything possible. Her battered back end was by now a brown flesh cave which quivered and pulsed. In its looseness it more than covered my mouth and lips and even part of my nose as I jammed aggressively inside her. That beautiful hole begins to pucker outward, her colon begins to come out and I pull it into my mouth with a powerful suction. I'm sucking on a red shiny tube whose inside keeps feeding me sweet, soft nectar. It pushes out further, almost an entire inch; the pink ring glistening in the faint light. With a sheen of thick intestinal phlegm lubricating it, a final delicious turd French-kisses my tongue. Her hole quickly returns to its normal concavity with a grunt as she relaxes her diaphragm muscles. The wet sloppy opening, still pulsing and pink, loses the turd in its entirety into my gaping mouth. Ohhhhh, my lover. Our passion reached incalculable highs as we thrashed in our muck and liquids. As my last huge shit escaped, it felt as if he sucked my asshole inside-out and began blowing it. His entire body, all under me tensed up and arced with all his strength and the next thing I knew, I was trying not to choke on his repeated shots of hot thick cream. They kept coming, he kept shooting down my throat. His pelvic thrusts slammed into my chin buy I didn't want to lose any. I finally swallowed and was able to taste the fresh man-grass, the dark shit scent of his brown spewing cock. It heaved and heaved and it seemed to begin streaming come not in bursts but in a long syrupy and slow finale. My mind was all messed up. I thought I was seeing colors and seeing flavors. I actually was trying, on some subconscious level, to analyze the flavor and texture of her final turd which was like a delicate truffle in my mouth. I was thinking how amazing it was that a piece of her shit, so impacted way up her colon, was still so hard and chewy. And in the moment, my hips raised off the bed about a hundred miles. I lifted her entire beautiful weight with me, my turgid and desperate hammer deep in her throat. And I shot. I pumped and pumped my buildup, my anticipation down into her mouth. Past the shit, into her gullet. She drank and tried to catch it all. It kept coming. I felt it so thick fly out of my soul into hers. My balls were being drawn within her lips and we were flying. She shouted a muffled scream, I thought she would choke, or at least gag and cough me out, but she held fast. Her mastery just milked me to heaven. With a few short but still confident spurts, we collapsed as a wreck of creamy and blurry love. I lay there a few moments in a daze, the room was fuzzy, where was I? I heard her moan, "oooh.. Red" and begin lightly tonguing my dazzled shaft. Her ass was above me still, now breathing on its own, releasing a slight puff of rectal air. I couldn't move, I was jelly. Suddenly, the corporeal feelings returned with an immense pressure on my bladder, all the beer, I realized. As our panting slowed down and we were to resume into a lover's embrace, he repositioned our spent bodies on our sides, his limp pole still in my mouth, his head trying to find a resting place in my crotch. My mouth was all of a sudden alive with a salty wet spray. And it continued. I drank his pee, his beer, his release. It got stronger and began spilling out on the sheets. He wouldn't quit. I kept the focus on my teeth and tried to feel the jet on my gums, down my throat, washing away the brown waste, but most of it leaked out. Some went up my nose and I coughed, throwing him free. He peed on my face, then under my chin. A big sopping wet spot developed under my head as he dribbled to a finish. All done. We did embrace and kiss then. So long, so loving, so passionate. That kiss, the kiss alone was worth it. We tasted every flavor experienced that night, one by one. Our tongues cleaned each other and refused to give up. I felt I loved this guy, I just loved getting fucked and shit on by him. I felt I've been waiting all my life to share something this profound, this nasty, this taboo. My bowels were his life and love and vice-versa. "Red, you're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?" "Yes, my love." "Will I see you again? When, how?" "Yes, Carla, you will, I have a feeling I'll see you many more times. I love you. I can't explain it." "You don't have to." We fell asleep like that, in the filthy nest we made. We had found each other.