3 comments/ 76078 views/ 16 favorites After Dinner Drinks Ch. 01 By: lilactwist She looked gorgeous, as I had hoped she would. It was only one week ago that we had first had each other, she took me by surprise in her bathroom. I had never kissed another woman before that night. I feared she may not want to see me again, or worse, revert back to our "socially-polite-wives-of-faculty" roles. But here she was, ten o'clock on a Saturday night sitting at the bar well into her third bourbon. And she was a little drunk. And she still looked sexy to me, even more than I remember. It must have been the anticipation building up in me the entire week. Her husband left this morning for three or four days, mine was gone for several weeks, our respective children were away at school until the holidays next month. I was so overwhelmed, overjoyed, I should say, at last week's events, I hardly touched myself this past week. "Hey," she said to me gently, "when are you off?" I was drying some stemware and placing it in the racks above the prep area behind the bar. I never tended bar, I hardly knew where anything was, and the efficient Jill, the best bartender I ever hired was on duty, but I had a very special customer tonight, Diana. She had arrived by cab about 45 minutes ago and we conversed casually while sharing our intimacy through eye gestures. The night had been a typical crazy busy Saturday night. I don't usually work on that night, it's just too much and Jorge basically can run the house fine. I've done it for so many years, building up my restaurant to its current high-profile status. But since last week and being so fidgety about Diana, not knowing where all this might lead, I had to delve into something, and of course, a restaurant is endless if you have the energy. I was exhausted and wanted to leave. I poured myself my first drink of the night, a vodka and sipped it eagerly in front of her. "Carla, I have a few big surprises for you, if you play your cards right," she teased in a whispered sexy voice. I grew ravenous for her. "What do you mean, if I play my cards right? What cards? What kind of surprises?" I couldn't imagine what she meant. I refilled my glass and hers when the help wasn't looking and we toasted each other, "To us," we whispered and giggled like schoolgirls. "I'm quitting, Jorge," I yelled into the kitchen as my big fat lovable gay head chef flung his hand at me, telling me to leave already, everything was under control. I told Diana I had to get my coat in my office, did she want to follow and we could leave out the back where my car was. She got up and came behind the counter and we walked through the kitchen toward my office. I know Jorge detected something was up because he winked at me devilishly. In my office I gathered my things. Diana was looking around approvingly and said, "It's smaller than I thought, but you're the Big Cheese, the 'Jeffe.' Is this where you did the... you know... the vegetables you told me about?" I had told her about stretching myself in the privacy of my office, using any of a number of food objects in storage. "Yes, Diana, this is where I try sticking edible things up my ass to get it big enough for a fist. Is that what you wanted to hear me say?" I said in a low, slow, intentionally faked slutty voice. She kicked the door closed and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back, dropping my coat to the ground. Her saliva swirling with her bourbon on my tongue. I caressed her head, my fingers moving down her body and shaking with childish excitement. I broke our clutch, "Let's get out of here." We passed through the cold storage area in the corridor to the back door and by boxes of vegetables. Diana's eyes immediately targeted a crate of large yellow and green zucchini. She caught my attention. "Anything you want, love, but don't let anyone see you, that would really look bad, the two of us, you drunk, grabbing organic dildos..." She took what looked like three or four samples, slid them into her oversized purse and we left. I parked in her garage as she directed me and we entered the house from within. We were at the bottom of the stairs, near the dining room from where I bid her goodbye last week. "Take off your coat and take this upstairs, I'm getting us some drinks," she said as she handed me her purse and sauntered off to the kitchen. I found her bedroom, removed my boots and flopped on the bed, tired but feeling on the verge of my second wind. I heard her footsteps on the stairs and sounds of lights being clicked off. "Here, beautiful Carla, my very own restaurateur, mine for the night," she spoke to me and handed me a tall Vodka on ice. We clinked glasses and each took a healthy swig, staring into each other's eyes. I put my glass down and lay down on the soft white pillows. I remember her touching my face so lightly, the breath upon my cheek, and the kiss. Her lips were nectar, soft, moist, warm, and tasting of her. Our tongues once again met and wrestled with one another. Her body now full upon mine, squirming for a fit. I somehow managed her silk blouse off and unhooked her bra spilling her breasts out, ripe, the nipples hardening. She was removing my black cashmere sweater revealing only a cotton undershirt which she had off quickly. My own buds were swelling and hard as they met her skin. We tit-rubbed and kissed for a half-hour, slowly exploring the bodies we each hungered for. Last week was different, a hidden fast-paced jump. A secret in the dark while the world partied below. Tonight was ours and we had time. She tasted like nectar. My last memory of her kisses in this house were reminiscent of her shit, her glorious brown mingled with other body juices and of course her bourbon. She radiated an expensive perfume that lightly wafted through my being. I was electric and didn't know where to start, but somehow decided to let her take the lead. She suckled my right breast and began pinching the nipples of the other one gently, descibring circles and massaging while I purred softly in her arms. Her legs were moving and I think I heard her jeans fall on the floor. Her weight shifted and the next thing I knew was a mouth licking my ankle, she had turned around and was squatting over my tits trying to wetten my feet. She took my big toe in her mouth and carved around it, the cracks on either side, the feeling was sinful and delicious. My eyes were closed and I felt the need to touch her so I reached up. Before I knew it her panties were grazing my face, her crotch above me. The scent was powerful, the aroma of the briny marinating ocean. I suddenly recalled a college chant from some of the boys about the mythological redheads, "stinks down there," they all would say. I made out her exquisite bush under the fine linen as she lowered it upon my nose. As I was about to kiss the insides of her thighs toward the crack, the liquid became suddenly damp. On my face through the fabric her pee started trickling down. I was so excited to suck the cloth. I squirmed my mouth to the source and began chewing her panties. I tried to finger the cloth aside on one leg to gain access to her hole and Diana got up quickly, slid them down entirely and sat back down naked over my mouth. Now a jet squirted out of her. "Oh, ugh, Carla, I've been holding it in since the bar, I've been drinking all night waiting for you." A short heavy stream filled my mouth and then stopped as she contracted her bladder. I gargled silently with her nectar and drank it all at once, her seasalt flowing down my throat. "ughhhhh... I'm sorry Carla, I've got to hold it more..." "Diana give me all, I love it, I crave the flavors, go, go, mmmmmm," I encouraged. I shot my tongue into her pussy to lap up the remaining drops. It tasted even better with her sweat and hair mixed in. I slobbered her cunt with still half a mouthful of her piss swishing around my teeth. Diana turned quickly and locked her mouth on mine, trying to drink back her own fluid. I gave her what I had and we resumed our locked embrace. "Carla, you still have your pants on." "Was that your surprise?" "No, I'm sorry, that was totally unexpected." "I'm so happy for your unexpected," I responded. My head was swimming with lust and love, and I took a long swig of vodka. She helped me remove the rest of my clothing and there we were, alone, naked, and drunk on her bed. My face and head were drenched with her piss, the sheets were sopping, and the fun had just begun. "Lie back down, love, I'm going to show you my first surprise," she whispered. Now on my back, she moved down the bed and pulled my legs apart, started kissing my thighs. Her expert tongue shot bolts through my labia as she pulled them through her lips. I felt her teeth gnaw at my private purple lips until they began swelling up to burst. She slammed the flat of her tongue on my clit hard and began slapping it left and right. It expanded in her mouth. Her tongue probed my inner cunt as far as it would go. It felt as if she were trying to eat and drink my femininity out of me. She was a ferocious pussy eater, my orgasm was building up and the release was near. My hips were shaking and my breathing came shorter. I felt her tongue leave for a second and swipe my ass crack, licking the bud. As I had expected an immediate rim job, I was shocked to feel her return to my runny cunny, but not before spitting a huge glob onto my anus. A long slender finger entered my pulsing waiting rear, up to the hilt. She turned it around searching for buried treasure and I felt her finger press against her tongue through my pussy walls. I was gasping for air at the last moments prior to climax, "mmm, Di, more, go, go, that feels soooo, more, pleeeassse, no, more, no," I shouted, and just when I was about to charge over the hill, she pulled out her finger, withdrew her mouth, and jumped around, landing her asshole on my panting mouth. Not missing a beat, she returned the finger to my bum and added two more into my wild cunt. She played with the two holes as if she were an eggbeater, bringing me closer to my limit and then I began to orgasm. I shook violently and grabbed her hips, pulling her bottom onto my mouth, ready to suck her out. I quaked and rocked into her hands, trying to force her palms into my vagina. My legs flew way back, stretching open my love wound to her. Fire erupted throughout my entire body as every nerve quivered with the fierce sensations of relentless release. It pulsed on and on. As I gasped and tried to scream, I reflexively closed my lips around her anus. Oh, the ultimate pleasure as I spewed my gush forth. I only hoped she would catch my liquids, but as I continued to heave, I drank her ass in. My tongue penetrated her tight ring, round and round, teasing it to relax. It wasn't difficult as it opened invitingly. Its dank and nasty flavor only made it more delectable. I pushed harder and gained a bit more and she applied more weight to my face. Her head returned to my pussy, tonguing into my frightfully rich orgasm. I have never been so high. Then, my orgasm still raging upward and incomplete and me trying to enter her ass while still in the thrusting phase, her sphincter pushed outward and my mouth filled with a huge sudden glop of thick syrupy whitish goo. It was full, creamy and salty. My God! It was cum! Her unbelievable hole was cumming yellowish spurt! Sperm, semen, man goop! Ahhhhhh. The excitement threw me over the edge as I slurped it in, feeling and tasting the gunk in my mouth. I begged deeply for more into her distended pucker. I shot my entire pubic reservoir with my final buck. Her face was now buried in my pussy catching my juices. It felt like my pussy walls compressed together a million times and I shot out a dozen gallons of woman cream. I'll never know, I was in heaven. I writhed under her control and fell back onto the pillows, gasping. Her ass followed me, staying attached to my mouth. Her bunger was full of someone's delicious sperm. Ohhhh. And it definitely was sperm, I know that taste! I moved away a little and a long gooey strand connected her perfect bud with my tongue. I lapped it up. She squatted another dollop out, this time the yellowish blob fused with runny brown matter as it fell onto my upper lip. I rolled it into my mouth with my tongue and tasted the folly. It was creamy man-cum, obviously marinating in her hole for some time, dewy, grassy, and shitty. I couldn't believe how nasty Diana really was, her husband using her ass for a sperm receptacle. Again, in a sudden unexpected move of surprise, her mouth was on mine drinking the remnants out of me. "That was one of the surprises I told you about," she mumbled in a sexy kitten voice. "Last night, before leaving," she began explaining, "he wanted to fuck me goodbye but I was on my period and he doesn't like that... so I offered my ass to him, hoping he'd stretch it for you tonight. When he shot me full of his cum, I decided right then and there to try and save it for you, it was my goal all day, to save it." "Oh, Diana, you are wonderful," I responded, "now I've swallowed his sperm and you can't accuse me of fucking her husband!" and then I kissed her deeply for about five minutes, swishing our tastes into a mélange of sweet, pungent, and salty. I really could be ready to eat anything she offered. I needed her to come, I wanted to even the score. "Does that mean you haven't shit today at all?," I asked mockingly, thinking through the logistics. "It's been hard, but yes, I've kept everything in, my love. I need you to fuck my ass with anything. I want it loose like yours. Take my ass now, Carla." And without any reluctance, hardly recovered from my super-cum, I lay her on the bed and raised her legs high, knees back. I kissed her pussy and ran my fingers up her wet butt cavity, slippery with sperm drops. My middle finger went in to the knuckle, then all the way. I immediately felt resistance inside. I added my index finger and the two soon were twisting her rectal walls to and fro. She moaned and a hand shot down to diddle her twat. I licked her buried fingers and rotated my fingers around to widen the opening. "Ahhhhh, ohh, Carla, that hurtssss, don't stop, another, please, another..." she cried. I slobbered my saliva onto her bud and carefully inserted my fourth finger, gaining a knuckle at a time. Soon she was almost writhing in pain with my four digits up her beautiful ass. Inside her my fingers were working her mud and trying to scoop some candy to pull out. "Get them all in, she began begging," but it just wasn't going to happen, her pucker was not ready and I did not want to hurt this beautiful flower. "I can't Di, I'm really going to hurt you, I won't." She murmured a groan, but actually I sensed a breath of relief and then pushed out her sphincter but I held inside her and pushed back. The opposing forces inched me deeper into her bowels. She groaned, "ohhhhh, more, again...and we repeated that motion for about five minutes. I then felt a rumble within her and she shat out my fingers and with gasping breath, took them in her mouth. I saw they were caked with her luscious mud. She tongued and frenzied all over them like a child to a wooden frosting spoon. I kissed her mouth, my fingers still in it. We licked and tasted her shit. It was raw and wonderful. I knew her flavors, I knew her nuts, her bits of corn, olives, and garlic embedded in the substance. WOW... it was actually steaming. She gently lay me down again and sat on my face. I began licking her ravaged pink asshole, now opened up quite a bit and pushing out slightly. As my lips connected again to her brownie, an enormous fart emerged, filling my cheeks and bursting through my lips. I didn't expect it, she was full of tricks. It smelled dark and full of waste, but of her innards. Pure brown and putrid. I filled my lungs and kept it in, like smoking a joint. Taking no notice of her gas, she started humping my face aggressively, alternating between cunt and asshole. Eventually the anus won out and my mouth sought it and glued tight. I loved her now purple swollen hairy back hole. I craved it. She was building to her own climax by rubbing against my tongue. "I want an ass cum, an anal orgasm. Give it to me, stab me, lick me, split me, godammit! Be my anal slut Carla, please, slut yourself to me!" I ate and ate and then in one motion, slammed three fingers back into her without any forewarning. It was slippery with shit and spit. "OWWWW!," She screamed, "Oh yeah, more, deeper," she cried. Without removing my busy fingers, I pushed her forward on her hands and knees, face into the pillows, ass in the air. I thrust her asshole while reaching around into her cunt with two of the fingers on my other hand. She purred and pushed out to meet me. "Oh, Jesus, I love you so much, don't stop now, slut." My fingers felt formidable mounds inside and I wanted them out. She writhed, it was as if the penetration was too much for her. I began pulling out. "What are you doing? Stay, stay, deeper." And I slammed back in to the hilt. She gasped and reached over the side of the bed, producing a large zucchini she had taken from my restaurant. Without a word I grabbed it and removing my fingers with a slurppy sound, pressed the wide head against her brownie. It didn't go in, though the flesh was loosened and wet. I leaned down and tongued deep. I went around and in. I went through the ring and tasted the insides of her rectal cavity, I swear I did. I tasted the sperm and streaks. She pushed out hard and my mouth filled with her donut, which I caressed with my mouth delicately for a minute; I drew circles around her distended pucker before she drew it back in. I returned the green probe to her hairy anus and pushed again. "Just go in, don't worry, I can take it." The skin stretched. It stretched wider. "Ohhhhh, owwwwww, nooooooo. Don't stop, slut, goooo," she begged me. The big head tore into her asshole with some coaxing, it broke her virgin brownie and poured inside, the thin part following easily. "You're splitting me Carlaaaa, you're killing my ass." "You told me to go in, love; I don't want to hurt you," I whispered. "Fuck me hard now, fuck my insides," she cried through the pain. I pushed it deep until it stopped. Then pulled it back until the wide head was splitting her skin from the inside. I didn't pull it out fully, but thrust it back in. I started an aggressive rhythm back and forth. She responded favorably and dug into the sheets with her hands. I was fucking her ass with the zuch with one hand and now had three fingers in her cunt with the other. She settled into raging frenzy of bucking and gulping noises. I wanted to kiss her, but didn't want the pace to stop. The bulbous stick was pumping her in and out, back and forth, getting easier at each thrust. She pushed back hard into me and the whole thing popped out of her with a wet sucking noise. The head was covered with caked anal mud, her smeared chocolate. I lathered my tongue over it quickly so as not to interrupt the intense pounding and forced it back into her waiting upended bum. This time it just slid in without much resistance. I tasted her bitter shit as I increased the speed. "Ahhhhh... deep in meeee, please," she spoke, and I resumed the physical taking of her ass. The foul sweet texture was melting in my mouth and I slid some goop off her cheek into my nose so as to be enveloped in her ass scent. My breathing became heavier with hers as she grew swollen. She stopped the writhing, ass high up and told me to get under her cunt, "Eat my twat deep, make it sing, my dam is bursting, now, don't lose any Carla...," and sure enough as soon as my mouth met her outer hairs, the gush began. With the sharpened end of the diddling vegetable sticking out of her stretched anal temple, more yellow rain poured into my mouth. Strong piss, all the drinks, all the water, all day it seemed she saved up. I thirsted for her drink and I got it. I swallowed gulp after gulp, all delicacies aside. Truly salty and ammonia-like, somewhat sweet even with the telltale shot of asparagus in the mix. Hot and wet and unending. Then it began filling my throat and bubbling out onto my lips, running down my cheeks. The bedsheets got soaked and I coughed. I plunged into the stream vying for the source. It flowed and became less strong, less flavored, more watery, but still warm with her body temperature soothing my kisses. I swallowed all that I could as she trickled to nothing. After Dinner Drinks Ch. 01 Nearly coughing with pee in my lungs, I crawled back behind my beloved Diana and resumed pistoning the zucchini. Her purple ass soon became a blur of contractions and implosions as the green dildo fucked her hiney. In and out. "oooooohhh, faster, goddamnit! Faster..." And I picked up the pace. Her fingers found her clit and started frigging away. I swatted them aside and began caressing her profoundly aroused button myself. Her breathing picked up to a heaving sound, hairy cunt and ass over my face, my hand beginning to grow tired of the repetitive back and forth motion, but I was determined to bring her forth. She started bucking and moaning, the sounds coming from her throat, her lungs. She lunged into the vegetable as her climax ripped through her intestines. I don't know where it came from, it was long and left her gasping for air. "Uggggghh," she murmured, "I've only begun, my holes are burning for you Carla, mmmmmm." Her heaving didn't stop, but changed slightly as she once again shit out the vegetable with an extraordinary push. It popped audibly and on the end was a clump of beaded brown delicious frosting. Before I could grab it to taste, she sat down square upon my face, her bruised but softened ass tissue kissing my lips. I Frenched that dark loose hole, soothing the beating it had taken. I tasted her love, there were streaks the zucchini had brought out, little balls of her shit caught in the hair and the folds. I tongued them all, gathering them like pearls. Her ass raised slightly above my chin, beyond reach of my tongue and I sensed her muscles tightening to push. As the sphincter spread out, a wonderful small tear-drop shaped morsel was jettisoned, sliding slowly, then snipped off by her ring. It fell onto my top lip and I curled it into my mouth. I passed it around my tongue, tasting for sweet, salty, bitter, and sour. It had all four, it was hard, a perfectly formed truffle. The texture was waxy, firm, and begged for chewing, which I did. Girl shit tasted so sublime. I no sooner swallowed my new love's gift than a new tip emerged from her asshole hanging over my mouth. This one came slowly and was longer, about three inches. It slid out of her and clung to her dark curls, just hanging. I tongued the turd and brought it forth, letting it rest on my upper lip, like a fudge mustache. "You're getting all the meat," Diana cried, "I want some, now!" I knew I had something in me, probably a lot, I didn't recall when the last time I dumped was. She swung out from under me, her shit affixed below my nose, and forceably positioned my genitals on her mouth, me sitting up. Her marvelous tongue found its way up my puss, testing each flap and fold. My cunt was wet and most likely would become wetter as our heated exchange kept building. "No, sweetie, not your cunt, your ass, I want your brown stinker!," she moaned, and repositioned me forward so her access was insured. Her tongue shot up around my anus, glistening her saliva on every crease of the opening. It went in without any ceremony and felt unworldly. That stiff tongue in my ass, searching for who knows what... the sensations became indescribable. My rectum heaved with her rhythm and I started to gyrate my pelvis on her jaw, my ass entangled with her mouth. My gut cramped slightly and I felt the feeling I get when I sit on the toilet, waiting for something to emerge. My intestines pushed a small mass through my opening and a similar three inch truffle wormed out. "Oh, Carla, I've been waiting all night, I hope you have a lot more." I kept gyrating, her shit still on my lip. "Stop, love," she said, and she got out from under me. She turned to face me, both our legs now folded beneath our bodies. Each of us had a turd pasted to our upper lips. We instinctively came together to kiss, the shit touching. We removed the turds and kissed deeply, fondling our rewards. (End of Part 1) After Dinner Drinks Ch. 02 With our fingers intertwined, we began braiding the strands of brown waste, trying to make a rope. The shit broke in two. Diana licked the point where it tore and smoothed our rope together. I licked her tongue to get the taste back to myself. Our braid was complete and she placed it between her tits, nipples pink and erect. I grabbed her head and savagely drank her mouth in, our tongues racing for each other. The shit braid smashed into my tits as our torsos became one. Our caresses became tender and we rubbed the smear all over our fronts while massaging each other deeply. Our kisses were less fierce and more gently. I pinched some shit around her nipples gently and she sighed in a heavy, sexy voice. As the turd-braid was smashed, it released the most fervent and rich odor, one that was enriching, not of putrid digestive gasses, but of inside flesh-infused passion. We then slithered and smeared the coating on our fronts, our skins attaching ourselves to each other fiercely; this was our glue! A slow mutual tongue bath followed, taking in the extraordinary mix of shit, saliva, and sweat. When I reached her puss, a thick gelatinous rope of salty goo folded into our sauce. We drank. Her fingers entered my asshole, two at once. They moved like an eggbeater, searching for more mud, searching to please me. "Carla, I want to feel your insides," she said. "Go on, love, more, I can take it." In my own self-satisfaction, I had finally gotten my fist inside myself. It wasn't too comfortable, not because of the size, but the angle. I never had anyone do that to me. Red had tried months ago, when we had our wild night in Germany, but he couldn't enter me, I was too tight, it was too painful. Diana however, had delicate wrists and hands. I might be able to experience my dream. A third finger went in, I hardly felt it. She knew it didn't hurt me at all. I bucked my bottom toward her violating hand. She put in a forth. "Oh, jeez, Di, that's full, more, twist around," I cried, and started tonguing her ear, near my mouth. Her fingers began shifting and pumping my ass, which was opening to meet them. It felt so full, so complete. My rectum felt like it did when I jammed a huge squash in there and pumped myself, but more. She wrapped her thumb behind the fingers and pushed harder, seemingly not caring about my taking it. It pushed hard against my tight sphincter, almost splitting with her fingers inside. "Carla, relax, I'm going all the way, love, all the way. Breathe in deeply. I won't stop, love." I did as she instructed and my dilated anus slowly absorbed her hand. "Ughhhhh," I cried, "ooooooohhhh, Diiii, no. Go, go, more, nooooo, goooo.....ayaaa... And in it went past my rubbery ring, opening up to meet her petite fist. I couldn't believe it, I was getting hotter as the pain came and went. I relaxed as her entire fist went in, I gasped. The feeling was one of total fullness, I didn't sense any pain any more. "Stop," I whispered, and she did. I rested a moment to take in what was already inside me, to mentally prepare the assault I knew was forthcoming. I slowly inhaled and pushed out gently, wrapping the insides of my rectum around her tightly balled fist. "Oh Jesus, Carla, I can feel your heartbeat inside you, through my hands, I can feel your body's pulse. You are so hot in there, your heat, I have your core." I pushed out with my ass harder now, as if shitting, forcing her fist deeper. "I've got you now, you lucky anal slut," she whispered, and moved to lick my cunt deep in the gash. Then the pumping began. Diana started in slow piston-like actions, in and out, never letting her hand leave me. My nerves were on fire, my ass was alive and I met her strokes. My nipples suddenly became rock hard, sticking out to the moon. Her mouth found one and began biting it. Her lips alternated between my tits and my cunt, always teasing the clit as she found a rapid pace to fist fuck me. I was on my back, one of her hands was pressing my legs back, keeping my ass open and clear, her forearm buried in my hiney. Her head motion constantly twisted her arm's position inside me which at first was distracting and uncomfortable. As her pace quickened and the sliding grew smoother, she focused on my engorged breasts. Then, as I heated up and embraced her violation, as she thrust her hand into me, my nipples swelled up and my tits popped out; with her withdrawal, the nipples sank. They matched her strokes in and out. She was pumping my ass hard with her fist deep inside, the entire thing was in my rectum. And it didn't hurt at all. Her speed quickened, thrusting away. Now her mouth found mine and we slashed tongues, all shit-coated. My tits continued to mimic the fist fucking downstairs. There was no longer any friction, my ass was slippery with whatever and her whole hand, fist, and forearm went freely in and out. I was overjoyed at this accomplishment since I had been waiting for someone to do that to me. The wholeness of it all washed over me for the second time in my life. With a slight change of position, my nasty lover grabbed me closer with her free left arm, holding my legs wide open. I needed something in my cunt and reached around to finger fuck myself. I brushed against the discarded zuchini and without hesitation grabbed it and jammed the bulbous head up my pussy. I felt the tip slam into my womb, and pushed it harder. Di rolled to the side and the sharp end of the green food scratched her tits. She yanked it out with anger, not losing a beat in my ass and just slid her other hand, fist and all, up my cunt, which was wide and breathing on its own. Now the two balls of her fingers hit each other across my inner membrane; I felt the insides of my rectum and cunt kiss each other. Two fists hammering in rhythm inside my swollen holes. It was too much.... I was roiling toward the most monstrous cumming a girl could ever dream of. I really believe I was achieving an anal orgasm with the entire hand of my lover capturing my inner ass and pulling me over the top. I was falling freely, my holes juicy and blinking in the space only I knew as heaven. As I neared my ecstacy, my ass on fire, she managed to kiss me again, this time passionately and she wouldn't stop. Her cunt hand pulled out of me as her mouth sought mine in position to maintain her anal fisting. I was being mulched, she was trying to punch out my insides. With each ass thrust, her fingers tried to grip my insides, then then hand withdrew a little, and the cycle repeated itself, accelerating each time. My pulse was meeting her fever. Her tongue was wildly trying to grab mine, the position awkward with her keeping up the arm-fucking. In the half-light of my daze I saw her quickly close her eyes, remove her mouth from mine and say, "I gotta.. sorry.. I've got to... And without more warning, she sneezed wildly, throwing a glistening long gooey snot slug from her nose onto my lips. I was breathing heavily, not aware of much and I slurped the salty oyster in. Ohhhh, I remember the taste. I wanted all of her insides, any hole, anything. I was going there, going stronger, and I went to kiss her mouth again, to drink her sweetness. I sucked her nose in, sweeping the nostrils for more slime. Diana quickly rotated around at the last minute to 69 me, keeping her arm moving in my asshole, the fist twisting around deep within my lubricated bottom. Now I was screaming for her to release me. I felt as if I really needed to shit, my tubes trying to contract whatever shit was in me, but there was no way out, her hand was packing it deeper and the tension was giving way to my full, deep rising anal orgasm, I moaned and cried out again. She tried to tongue my cunt, but that almost displace her fist. She plopped her wet sloppy ass over my mouth and it opened, releasing a dark firm log. I took it in as I shook. My whole body quavered and rocked uncontrollably and violently. I shot her fist out of my back end as I came. I grabbed her waist and pulled her brownie into my own mouth and swallowed her biology, so completely. It must have been seven inches that I ate, mostly without even tasting. My ass was heaving smoke, my cunt was getting in on the action simply through excitement. The shockwaves rolled and rolled as my orgasm clamped my legs tightly around her head, bringing her tongue into my extruded anus. It wouldn't quit. She smelled of lust, of filth, of love. I tried to yell through my full throat, but she pushed out another shorter turd and clamped it off. This one I tasted before squishing in my mouth and drooling it out on my face. She punched her fist into me deeply again, not content I was through, and I wasn't. My thunderous rising came from the gut. I felt the ecstatic weightlessness that arrives with coming, I fell, fell, fell and was spinning. It started with my stomach, through my intestines to my asshole. My pussy met the groaning of my ass and all climaxed tremendously. I gasped. I cried out. I begged her not to stop, and I wet her hands more. My poor cunt was shivering with glee and as it rolled over the top. My anal canal sucked her arm in deeper, then clenched hard around it. I coughed and choked a primal grunt and whimpered as the coming washed over my existence. I gagged some more as the waves took over me. They continued for what seems to be hours. I had a moment of memory taking another person, a lover, a man inside me for the first time, opening my body for another. This was a similar first, only this time a woman was in me, her body in mine, a connector of hers, in fact a large one begging my opening and welcoming of her flesh. I cradled her within my own skin, inside me, warm and loving, more than any man, more than anyone... When my heaving subsided, Diana pulled her arm out of my ass slowly, covered with my grime, all packed on her fingers. I was out of breath. Without knowing, because I had lost any control of my body, my own packed shit began to flow out. My thighs were straining with unregulated contractions, almost burning. I slowly squeezed an enormous hard log on the sheets, right through Diana's gorgeous hair. "No, you don't, cunt," she laughed, and ignoring my blissful state, flipped me over her mouth, securing my tortured anus to her lips. The sloppy brown pucker was probably as wide as a baseball and it felt as if she couldn't even get her mouth around my hole. The fist had pumped me full of air and I had to fart. I just let out an enormous pressure burst into her lungs. It was long and fluttery. She didn't miss a beat, but gulped my gas into her breath. Another large shit contracted out of me into her and she ate it whole, her body writhing in the grinding ecstacy. "Carla, jeez, Carla this is powerful... more, more." I heard her lips smack and she moaned. I dove for her cunt, tonguing her slit. She just carried me through the most intense climax of my life, she deserved at least that. My face rocked into the big snake I just laid on the bed, under her now bucking buttocks. "Your ass is, ughhhnnn, swollen, love, it's so pink, it's loveleeeee," and her fingers and lips massaged the distended rubbery rings, still bubbling with pulse. My ass and cunt couldn't feel much at that point beyond the dizzy sensation of unending bliss and I concentrated my senses on the wonderful chewy flavors she was pouring into my mouth. My head found her cunt and dove in for the kill. My face was lathered with her ass frosting as I nibbled her pink tacos. I packed them full of the meat I scooped off the sheets, filling the lips to overflowing. Her clit stood tall and wiggled around my nose as I probed her woman hole. She tasted like nectar, the stench of her gut around the absolute scent of her womb. Her hips grabbed my head and rocked back and forth as she met my pulse. We were shit-covered beasts, like chocolate animals gobbling each other up. I felt the sublime slippery eel of her tongue inside my ass and kept thinking, "it's time for your pleasure, love, I've had mine." And she bucked her ass into my mouth and I shot my tongue far into her, licking the remnants of her last snake. The musky scent was overpowering and rough. "Your fingers, finger me deep," she huffed. Tongue back on her brown-caked vulva, I easily slid my index finger in her asshole, quickly followed by my third finger. I felt her gasp slightly and tighten up for a moment. "Does that hurt?" I asked. "No, sweetie, no, more," and her sphincter relaxed a little. I moved my fingers in a circular motion, spreading them slightly to open her up a bit more. They touched a packed truffle still lodged in her rectum. I was now deeply pounding her cunt lips with my lips and tongue, my approaching violence meeting her grinding pelvis. I moved my fourth finger into her asshole and it seemed to swallow all three. I turned the hand a little to test her comfort. "ummm, oh Carla, that feels great, I want more, all, give meeeee." My pinky crept up the whole so the four fingers, clustered like an arrow, were burrowed in her anus, the pucker relaxed to welcome my violation. Her asshole was well lubed with her bottom juices, my spit, runs of her shit and it all went in without much fuss. "Carla, please, Carla, your fist, give me your hand," she said. "It'll hurt you, you're too tight, I don't want to hurt you, love, no." "Carla, try, you cunt, please, love, more, your hand..." "You can't Di, you won't be able to..." But I wanted her to enjoy our moment so much, I folded the thumb under the rest of the fingers and pushed. It wouldn't go. I saw the pucker stretched out to its limit. I pushed harder, and she pushed back, trying to get it in her. "Uggghhhhh," she cried. "Di, no, I can't, I'll tear you in half" "Carla, again, push dammit, push in me, harder." I tried once again, while turning my entire hand. But it only stretched her more and I could see the tension and feel the pain. I immediately pulled back and reinserted the four fingers, slowly pumping her with them. Her groans were of relief and her pleasure returned. I vigorously resumed my cunt eating and sucked her shit-packed pussy. Then I noticed the blood, the deep, red liquid dripping below her asshole. I had split her! I had harmed my lover! "Di, oh my, shit, you're bleeding, do you feel it?" I pulled out my fingers, they were covered with red gunk. I got very scared and stopped suddenly. Her oncoming orgasm, however, had not stopped for a second. "Carla, eat me, make me scream, don't stop. Drink it! Taste my blood... don't stop now, go, go!" In the passionate moment without hesitation I licked it up, the redness, and its saltiness was all the more enticing. It was thick. I sucked her cunt deeper and then saw the blood wasn't from her ass, it was thick, gooey, and wiggling from her slit. I licked off my fingers, and slammed them back into her gaping rectum. Within a second, I knew what it was. Her cunt pushed out to reveal an enormous globulous red shiny mass, a messy ball of menstrual goop. "Surprise, my thick flow," she gasped triumphantly, "I've been saving all week, hoping not to lose it." I relished it, very acidic and pungent, the shit tingling on my tongue mixing with those new forbidden flavors. Di heaved and heaved toward orgasm as my mouth slurped up her monthly mess. The shaking of her body as she reached orgasm, my fingers deep in her, caused me to lose a little pee into her mouth, my full weight not on her face. She gasped and moaned long and deep and she shot out my fingers from her ass as an unreal orgasm fell through her flesh. "ummmmm, oh, oh, yeahhhhh, oh," she cried out as she came hard into my face. Her bucking hips threw her legs back around my head which pulled my face deeper into her. The final turd was propelled out of her and it stuck to her ass hairs, dangling for a moment before I tongued it in. So hard still, so rich and chewy, I loved this worman! My asshole was so wide and stretched, I could only imagine she had half her head inside it. When she came it was if she was anally ejaculating, I don't want to corrupt our female pure lovemaking with man verbs, but she shot her spurt into me. It was a pale brown murky slurp that shot from her, the inner grease of her love tube, the bloody clumps from her menstrual pussy, and several unexpected shots of piss all flowing into me. "Carrrrlaaaaa, I love you so much, I can't believe....mmmmmmmmmm." In a frenzy I massaged her wonderful pinkness with clods of shit that were now everywhere. I bit into and chewed her rancid vulva, smeared and defiled with her shit; the cave to her womb impacted with her bowel meat. Her heaving seemed vocanic in its spewing of sulphuric scent, but more intimate than anything I have ever known. Her moans were turning softer to quiet whimpers as her breathing slowed. My mouth started licking the wetness around her dilated cunt and her belly rose up, then down slowly as her legs relaxed. A thin stream of pee trickled out and dribbled on my chin, then onto the sheets. I lapped at it as it gained pressure and before I knew it, a small jet was filling my waiting mouth. I drank from her gentle fountain, trying not to lose any. It tasted fresh and hot, I swallowed it, gargled with it, savored it. Her stomach pushed and the stream became fiercer, splashing my face before I could reposition my mouth. It ended all too soon and we kept our faces in each other's bruised slits for several minutes. I crawled off her and turned around, kneeling over her beautiful feet, facing her. I scooped up our feces from the pillows and from her ass crack, she hardly moved, moaning softly. With two shit-caked hands, I rubbed her opulent breasts brown and lay down on my nasty lover. As our embrace grew tighter, the clay oozed between us, a mortar sealing us together. The scent released was both heavenly and earthly at once. Our kisses started playfully, but soon moved to deep passionate lesbian tongue-dancing events. She pressed the bottom of my tongue to the roof of my mouth and savored each of my bottom teeth. I drank her shit-hued saliva and glued my face to hers. I couldn't let her go. As our heartbeats became one, her tongue still pushing mine around delicately, my senses detected a sweet sticky pungency, of tomato earth, of fresh plowed soil, of fields in a salty season. The tender kisses purred a brown sweet woman's moist presence upon my silken lips. As we melted in each others' arms, my body's insides seemed to pour slowly out of my gaping holes, relaxed and distended to the world. The liquids seeped out uncontrollably onto the sheets, a wet milky stream from my gut pooling under us, lubricating our tangled legs and our sleepiness. We drank in the rank and sensuous odor as we closed our eyes. My ass so pumped full of air, my entire lower abdomen; I just continued seeping out long farts, slow thick ones, without any muscle movement, they just flowed all night long. We drifted dreamily off, so completely spent, and cleansed only by our immense releases and our love.