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Left Bank

By: lilactwist



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. 


Left Bank Ch. 02



I fell into a deep sleep, or at least that’s the way I remember it, curling completely around and embracing my beautiful lesbian ex-wife, the scents of deep and filthy sex, inner bodily mud caked around us, wet and slimy, in each other’s arms. I was awaken by a strange sensation, one I was entirely surprised to find. I was dreaming there was a wet dancing tongue on my lips, entering my mouth, cleaning my teeth. When I stirred and cracked open my hazy eyes to the dim light from outside, Anne was french kissing me deeply from my slumber. Her tongue was etching rings around each of my teeth, tracing the gums, around the front and back of each tooth. She tasted like musky sleep, a deep personal fishy, stale, and acrid flavor. Morning breath, only mixed with sexual scents, champagne, piss. And the shit smell in her breath. My mouth was clogged with our feces when we went to sleep and now it was all gritty in out mouths, some dried between our teeth, in our cheeks, the smears hardened on our faces, in our noses. She was licking everywhere in my mouth and face, bringing sweet stenchy wetness, bringing our substance back to life. I responded by clutching her tongue around mine and pulling her mouth to mine, drinking every early morning flavor she could emit. My limp cock stirred from its sleep and she felt it curl between her thighs.

I lay on my back and Anne sat up on me, grinding her loins around my soft tool. She was facing me and pulled me up to her voluptuous tight breasts. I licked them, still brown with a film of our waste. I was bringing their true scent forth. As the film melted with my saliva, I drew in the slurry into my mouth and lifted my head to meet Anne’s smiling mouth. We tasted our last night’s mess all over again, and how wonderful it tasted. 

My dick was now hard enough to do some decent exploring and her barely pink pussy lips had found the head. She squirmed her hips and positioned her slow breathing cunt over my rod and began working it into her, all with her movements. She was not too well lubricated, having recently awoken herself, though there were small beads of juice forming around the slit. What was remarkable to me that last night she had steadfastly insisted on non-cuntal penetration as a statement to maintain her identity, which in fact led us down the eventual Hershey highway to love.

I decided to wetten things up and moved my head down toward her cunt, toppling her over on her back. I looked down at her and licked her belly button and she bucked her mons toward my chin in response. I stuck two fingers in my mouth and swabbed out a cluster of saliva, there were still some brown grits in the stringy liquid. I then gently pushed my fingers into her twat and worked them deep, moving them from side to side, gyrating along her walls. She let out a peep, an ooooohhhh and was silent again, breathing a littlle quicker. I removed my fingers and they were brown at the edges, remnants of our love clay from last night, which seemed to be mucked nearly everywhere. I didn’t dare get up and step on the floor, who knew what piles we had dropped or flung, let alone look at the pristine white bedsheets. That was for later. I moved below her waist and lifted her legs up, placing my head in her crack. I darted my tongue in her cunt and she moved, twittering. I licked and probed and nibbled on her labia, I started mouthing the bitter nether lips; they were getting damp now and slightly salty. I continued as her hips raised with new gyrations. She was now alive and well on her way to an early morning climax. My tongue probing and dancing along her clit and pussy lips, some more wetness, and oh, so tasty, the faint aroma of butt fudge with her cunt fragrance. I took my hands and began massaging her buttocks, round and round. She responded by moving her ass crack around my fingers until before I knew it, my trusty middle finger was once again at the opening to that wonderful dark hole. It felt tight again as my tip probed. Anne felt my efforts and responded by slowly pushing her bud outward to embrace my finger. It went in with a little friction for it was still dry there. I pushed it deeper and she helped by pushing her rectum down. My tongue on her clit was dizzying her and she started shaking her head back and forth, she groaned and with a release of some night pee in my face, she came a warm sensuous orgasm and quiverred for a moment. I lapped up her twat liquid and drank it, letting it run over my dirty mouth.

My finger still up her tight bum, Anne pushed outward so that it came out with a small pop. As I lifted it to my nose to smell the evening’s ferment, she very quickly thrust her hips up and planted her asshole right on my mouth, tongue still hanging out from the last exercise. I took the signal without thinking and jammed my tongue deep into her anus. Man did that taste great. So dense and warm, still plenty shitty because nothing had been wiped, but it was gritty and dried. Everywhere I licked, it was as if I were reconstituting the mud, bringing it to life. She pushed hard and tried to open her sphincter to accept more of my tongue. It began mushrooming outward to meet my thrusts. I pulled back and pushed my finger back in. This time it went in quite easily, all the way to the last knuckle. I added another finger and she moaned again, half pain, half pleasure. No words, no conversation, only smells, tastes and feels.

I started fucking her with my fingers, alternating in and out with a scissors motion which was attempting to widen her back door. She kept pushing on the out thrusts and I began seeing the inside of her rectum each time she pushed, even in the early light it was almost a bright pink. I tried to tongue the living organ as I penetrated each jam. As her breathing took up again and her body squirmed, I all of a sudden felt an object in there, about the size of a large marble. With her pushes, some inner morsels were working their way out toward me. With my two fingers I captured one and helped her push it out. It landed in my palm. I looked at it as best I could. It was hard and round and swirled with white around a very dark sphere. It really looked like a dark and white swirled truffle. I placed it in my other hand and brought it up to my mouth and licked it. I continued to frig her ass as before with both fingers back inside. My marble tasted bitter and dry, except for the gooey white swirls, my own cum, mixed delicately like a chocolate tidbit. I ate my cum off the surface and bit into the chocolate, which was putrid, salty, and sweaty. My fingers pulled out another truffle, this one slightly less round and softer. The swirls were there as well and I moved around to give Anne a bite. She was amazed at the cum on them and slurped it off. It was a real turn-on for us, the hours-old cum from her ass mixed with her wonderful waste. She bit a piece off the morsel and swallowed it before I could come around and kiss her mouth, when I passed the remaining pieces I had eaten to her lovely tongue. This was truly nasty. 

I move back to her ass and when I put my finger back to her now distended opening, the rim was glowing in glistening cum, some which had made its way out, pure and white. I dove my face into it and slurped the liquid off. I returned to my position on my back and she resumed her sitting on my dick, trying once again to get my cock, now rigid like steel, into her cunt. It went in quite easily now. I grabbed her tits and smeared my fingers on them, her mud now encircling her nipples.

Now she was beginning to fuck me like we used to do so many years ago. I lay back down, not doing to much besides savoring each groan she made as she began her windup toward pleasure. Her hands circled my chest and teased my nipples, My right hand grabbed her buttock and I moved my third finger toward her brown rose and began pushing. I wanted in, again. In her butt crack was solid clay, dried from the sleep. I realized the resistance we were having with my pussy penetration was due to shit grit stopping up her female cave. I got the tip of my finger in her brown petal and she moaned, waved her hips and my dick gained another inch. Her hips danced a circle now, round and round. By now my cock was fully rigid and begging for full access. I withdrew my somewhat pasty finger and brought it to my lips. Slight taste, not much on it, great smell. I wanted more. I was determined to eat her every hole before I shot off my wad. She seemed to have other ideas and was continuing to grind until crisis. 

Just then, we heard the lock click and the suite’s door creaked open. I glanced at the clock which read 4:30 a.m. Who the fuck was this, someone’s wrong room, an old hotel, all the keys probably open all the doors. The light was bright from the hallway and a woman wearing white, short blonde hair came in and closed the door. The room was dimly lit from the breaking dawn outside. We froze and stared at her.

“What the fuck are you doing… who the fuck is that? Oh my god, it’s a man, Anne, Anne you fuck, you whore-bitch, what are you doing?” 

I quickly ascertained this was Kristin, the girlfriend. I had totally forgot we were not alone, they were actually in the hotel as a couple, not us. 

“Kris, ughhh, baby, this is.. I met in the lobby… Red. You remember my stories of Red?“ 

Kris stopped and just stood still as Anne tried to explain briefly our chance meeting. She looked foolish in our situation, she was sitting on my now limp dick trying to explain away a very awkward situation. Kris starred at us, mostly at Anne. She wasn’t angry, but surprised and bewildered. 

I watched the tense situation quietly until I broke out with, “Hi Kris, I’ve heard a lot about you. Would you like your pillow back, I was just leaving?”

For the first time now in the faded light, I took her in. Taller than Anne by about four inches, more Swedish than French looking, but plenty beautiful. Blue eyes, strong nose. Big build with ample firm breasts. She was wearing a flowing white dress that was very thin and upon close examination, wet with perspiration under the arms. She smelled of stale beer and wine and cigarettes. She was obviously drunk and moved in a woozy manner, laughing at us and the situation.

“Kris,” said Anne, “Where were you, I mean it’s four in the morning.” 

“Papa had a birthday party and the whole family was at Jacque’s bar until now. We ate and drank and danced. They’re still there. I couldn’t take any more. You know my father and his friends when they get together with my brothers.” 

Anne had related these parties and how she just couldn’t keep up with their boisterous fun all night and why tonight she had stayed back. Kris came over to us, me still lying on my back, Anne sitting up on my limp crotch, both of us facing Kristin waiting for someone to make a motion of apology or inclusion, or exit. She kicked off her sandals and firmly pulled her dress over her head, tossed it on the floor and grabbed the champagne bottle from the bedside table. 

She took a big slug of the warm bubbly and asked, “Have you guys been at it all night?”

With a quick movement as if she was mounting a horse, she threw her leg over my head and sat down square on my chest, embracing Anne firmly, first kissing her hard, then pulling her face to her breasts. She then worked her mouth back to Anne’s; Anne gave in immediately and carressed Kris’s cheek and slurped her lover’s mouth. Anne worked her mouth back down to her tits and seized a very ripe nipple between her lips and began tonguing it. I could barely see anything except the back of white lace panties stretched across my vision. Slowly, as they squirmed, Kris pushed her bottom back and moved herself so that now she was squarely over my face. It smelled of stale sweat and that human-fishy scent. It was damp.

Kris started to relax and as Anne kissed her breasts, she reached over for another swig of champagne. She looked around at the mess, the fruit, the brown cakes and finally took in the smell. 

“Dieu,” what have you been doing with yourselves? It reeks like a pissoir in here. Annie, please stop, I’ve had so much to drink, I must go pishhh.” 

But Anne grabbed her back and kissed her hard, pulling her close, “No, love, I’m sorry about Red. You must believe me. Don’t leave, not just yet. You’ll see. It’s you I love, he was a chance meeting, you always said you’d be fine with wandering… “ 

But Kris was way past caring about emotional feelings. Her tits were being expertly massaged by a wonderful tongue and she began wiggling her lucious bottom on my face. It smelled deeply of sweat and spilled beer. I tasted salt and liquor. I wanted her panties off soon. She swayed and began calling out Anne’s name over and over very softly. 

All of a sudden my mouth became wet with a liquid seeping through the white fabric. It started slight and in a moment it was almost torrential. Salty sweet love piss of my Anne’s girlfriend. She just loosened her bladder right then and there, on the bed, through her panties, onto my face. A stream I would have swallowed without coming up for air, but this was different, a diffuse soaking in every corner of my face at once, my eyes, my nose, my mouth. I tongued her crotch, now sopping with pee. It trickled down my chest toward Anne. 

“Ahhhh,” said Kris, “no leaving for bathroom noww.. ahhh.” 

Without losing too much contact with either my face or Anne’s body, Kristin wriggled out of her sopping undergarments and tossed them to the floor.

Kristin's shaved pubic region. Not a hair, except light blond baby hairs. Her gashes, front and rear just looked out at you, begging for closer examination. Her pussy lips were thin slats of pinkish flesh glistening with moisture you just had to dash your tongue into. The inside labia were pink-greyish and quivered in unison with her thighs.

As she moved her ass upon my face, a soft sweet little puff of gas was released. It smelled light and airy with a tinge of sulphur. I breathed it in deeply and as I was doing so, a big sloppy wet one followed; this time strongly reeking of her intestines. I don’t know what she had eaten, but it might have been like beans or something. The wetness of the the release left a coating on my lips and she wiggled her anus, grinding the odor into my skin, it seemed.

Kristin was the type of woman who was very attractive at first glance, though bigger than petite, not chunky though. Muscular legs with a little fat on them at the thighs, edible and chewy. You looked at her and wanted to plug her; she had that sexual aura about her. You knew she would be wild and feel great all around. She was tough though in her behavior, quite demanding. 

By now her anal mouth was right on top of my lips and sought a comfortable resting place. I knew she was intentional with her placement because she kind of locked her hips in place and just began pressing down on my face with her full weight. My tongue darted in and licked the sides of her rectal tube, the crinkly area at the blossom. She wiggled and helped me get deeper almost immediately. As I probed, she moaned, indicating the pleasure was her’s as well. My tongue went in deeper and I tasted turd, the very tip of a new lesbian morsel impacted inside her. I started thrusting my taster in and out, trying to jackhammer her tight ring into a wider situation. She let out a sigh of content and while still licking Anne's face, tonguing her mouth and nose now, found a way to get her left hand on her crotch and start frigging her clit, or so I thought. 

"MMmmmmmm... that's really good Red, or whoever you are. I know why my love here decided to keep you tonight. Ohhhhhhhh..." 

As my tongue thrust into a deeper region I felt her ring open a little bit more. Her ass was definitely tighter than Anne's when I first penetrated it, which was funny since she was a bigger girl overall. 

While she hammered her ass on me and groped Anne, I felt her insides contract and begin to push outward. Slowly, a small trickle of piss flowed from her cunt hole down my chin followed by a glop of something warm and gooey, still on my chin. She expertly maneuvered her ass off my mount to replace it with her cunt as a puff of wind escaped her lovely butt and jammed into my nostrils, now stuck in her brown button. Since my mouth was covering her twat, the only way I could breathe was through my nose and I essentially inhaled her entire gut's release, tasting the flavor through my nose and throat. 

"Sorry, I couldn't stop," she quipped. 

As my mouth met her slit, more glop was exuded into it. I was now able to catch a glimpse and it wasn't pretty. Big chunks of red mucus-like stringy stuff were clinging to her box and being pushed into my mouth. It tasted acrid and acidic salty and snotty. This was followed by a dribble of thick blood which oozed into my gaping throat, mixing with the goo. As my tongue probed her cunt it very quickly came to a halt as it felt a piece of string. Then the cotton stopper. 

This bitch was in her mensies and having her period in my mouth. I did what I could to push her buns up off my face and grabbed the string with my teeth and yanked out the plug, the entire tampon. I threw it on the floor with a twist of my head and as it swung back, Kris locked my face into her pussy once again just in time for the backlog of menstrual buildup to pour out into my mouth. It filled over now and I almost choked there was so much. She started laughing and Anne lost her concentration for minute. 

"Eat it up, you cockhead, how dare you try and fuck my girlfriend, shit licker." 

I couldn't tell if she was genuinely mad or just putting on a front to scare Anne into feeling guilty. She definitely was enjoying it because as soon as her pussy released its load, two of her fingers jammed up the top part to rework her clit button. 

“Suck my blood, you cum-licker.” 

As she started her climb toward her crisis, I thrust and probed and licked her cunt all over and she appeared in ecstacy. Anne was firmy kissing her, tongues down each other's throats. I swallowed everything that came my way and everything tasted wonderful- full, salty, fishy, snotty, sweet, and sweaty. Her breaths became shorter and her hips were rocking hard up and down and I was fearing for my air supply. A trickle of piss came out right before she climaxed heavily on my face and her bottom shook on my face for about one entire minute. At the last minute one of her hands left Anne and wrapped her fingers around mine and squeezed affectionately. At the final bucking, a small nugget of dark, hard turd was pushed out onto my nose and rested right beneath it. It smelled gorgeous and intimate.

Kristin quickly lifted her bottom off my face and turned her entire body around and kissed me deeply and strongly, tonguing my mouth, searching for her own lovely flavors, the menstrual goop, the piss, the cum liquid. She found the small shit kernal and tongued it up, chewing it slowly to mix with the saliva and cum fluids, then slid the whole mess back into my mouth where I swallowed it, tasting each nuance. I tongued her mouth's insides, each tooth and crack, every notch. 

She then began pushing Anne back toward my feet with her bum sticking outward and was about to position her cunt over my now full grown erection, which up to now had been untended. She lowered her blond lovely wet and now filthy red twat over my dick and started licking my lips and her left foot went over the side of the bed; she stepped on the floor to gain balance.

"Oh shit." Kristen spurted out. 

She stopped, lifted her foot and began chuckling to herself.

"Wow. I don't know exactly what you guys were doing all night but it's a fucking mess in here."

Her foot, all the toes down and a little bit back, were covered in shit. In the bleak light, one could see that it was caked between her toes, and one could guess, under the nails, on top as well. I figured it was residue from last night and though a bit drier than when it came out, was still sticky and messy enough.




Left Bank Ch. 02



"What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?" She stammered. 

Anne was a bit embarrassed and laughed out loud.

"You bitch, this is all your fault,” Kristin yelled at Anne. “You couldn’t keep your holes to yourself, let alone keep your shit inside. You’ve turned this beautiful suite into a toilet, you slut.”

Anne was silent and started to chuckle. 

“You aren’t going to think this is funny when I’m done, my love,” snapped Kristin. 

My dick was aching to plug Kris’s waiting cunt, so close, yet so far. That was over for the while. She quickly shoved me to the side, lay herself back down on the bed, stretched out with her head on the pillow and her shitty toes sticking up. She roughly pulled Anne over and positioned her so that Anne’s lovely cunt was over Kristin’s crotch, her face staring at the toes. 

“Clean my feet, bitch,” stammered Kristin. 

“What?” replied Anne. 

“You heard me, you Brown Betty Shit Slut. Eat my toes clean. Now.” 

Anne still wasn’t taking this too seriously. 

“I think you’re funny Kris, but I love you.” 

And she leaned down and put a shitty toe in her delicious mouth and started sucking on it. Her ass stuck up in the air and Kristin rose to grab it, now right in front of her face. She sucked another toe, tasting the fermented mud and swallowing each layer of film off the toes as they mixed with her saliva. 

“That’s it, girl-whore. All the toes, I want my feet shining clean.” 

Kris began lightly slapping Anne’s upturned ass cheeks, one at a time, as Anne licked each toe, each crack between the toes, and the bottoms of her feet. The slaps became more pronounced and you could hear a sharp slap with each passing moment. Anne started to moan and writhe in a bit of pain; this was beginning to really sting.

“You think you can cheat on me and laugh it off, whore?” said Kris as the slaps became stronger and louder. 

Anne was now trying hard to hold back tears and you could see the pain in her face. 

“Keep sucking my dirt off, you twat.” 

Anne’s bum cheeks were bright red and pulsating. Kris pulled them apart and started striking the hole with her hand, very hard right on the flower. 

Anne shreiked. “No. Stop. I wasn’t going to hurt you. It didn’t mean…” and Kris struck again. 

The puckered mouth inhaled and returned outward, itself bright red. Kris slapped the cheeks really hard another time and Anne screamed loudly, tears running down her cheeks, somewhat brown and filmy from the rump gravy she was cleaning off, leaking all over her face.

Kristin blindly reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a hairbrush. She quickly returned to spanking Anne’s beautiful ass sharply with the bristles back and forth. 

Anne was begging, “Please stop, I can’t bear it,” and was wiggling to get out of the position. 

As she began moving away, Kristin shoved the handle of the brush rudely into her brown bud and twisted the brush. Anne gasped suddenly, started crying, and collapsed, head on Kristin’s toes, her movements limp and quivering, having decided to give up the struggle and let Kristin take out her anger. Kristin pumped the hairbrush handle in and out a few times of Anne’s asshole; it didn’t go in past the handle, only up to the bristles and Anne’s rear just shuddered at the violation. Kristin yanked the brush out with a loud pop and tossed it on the floor. I had never seen such a nasty beautiful slutty woman.

“Are you happy, my love,” said Kristin as she move out from under Anne and left her in a collapsed pile at the end of the bed, head down on the covers, ass pointing out, legs tucked under. 

Her bright red cheeks seemed as if they burnt red hot. Her anus too was bright red and lay semi-open, you could see the insides of her shit tube shaking as it hadn’t closed yet from the spanking and hairbrush violation.

All of a sudden, as her ass hung still, the hole quivering, let out a whispering gush of gas, not strong, and loosely wet. The hole started leaking globs of whitish jism. Anne’s wonderful gaping anus had released the remainder of my cum from last night and it was shiny in the dim light, beginning to drip thickly out of the hole down the inside of her thigh. Kristin saw this and something in her went wild; she almost leaped to Anne’s asshole and began tonguing my cream from her thighs. She lapped the area like a dog, not possibly getting enough. The sperm was mixed with some shit residue and it looked as if some were milky-brown in color, yet still think in texture. As Kris moved her head away from Anne’s bum, the spunk stretched between her lips and Anne’s asshole like melted cheese. Kris raced to get it all before it fell to be absorbed by the sheets. This really got Kris horny, I began to realize she must have loved sucking cock in her straight days and it had been a really long time since she had had the pleasure. 

I lay on the side of all this, marveling at how well my cum had held up, being stored inside Anne’s warm rectum. I was feeling terrible for Anne, but still groveling for Kris, wanting to jam my steak up her twat, or any hole, but worst of all, I had to pee like a demon. All the liquid, champagne, and piss I drank was aching to leave. I was about to just get up and piss all over Kris, right over her beautiful face and hair, when, without a second thought, I moved over to the weeping Anne, trying to recover, and slid my semi-soft dick up her fairly open but very flexible soft asshole. She moaned again, not even turning around to see what had entered her this time. 

“Anne, I want to cool you off and make your beautiful butt feel better,” I offered.

I then let out my piss and drained what seemed like gallons into her thirsty rectum. It kept pouring out of me as I felt my bladder shrink. The more I felt relieved, the fuller Anne became, but when she understood what was going on, a smile faintly appeared on her face. 

“I hope this helps,” I said.

I finished and as I eased my dick out of her rear with a little fart, some pee leaked out and splashed on Kris, who was watching the action, licking her lips, gathering up the last of my cum. Anne’s bud closed up tight and contained the liquid. Kris now had a really horny smile on her face and some cum was on her chin. She looked down at my cock, now free from its pee and growing stiffer by the second. She needed that thing in her throat, her eyes told me. 

Kristin jumped at me and dragged me down on top of her. She French kisses me deeply, letting me taste my own cum on her tongue still. She then pushes me on my back gently, and leans over my now rigid prick and swallows the whole thing into her throat. She tongues and mouths my dick and I’m grinding it into her face with enthusiasm. 

“I haven’t felt this feeling for years, ohhh, I remember you pricks so well…. so deep..” she’s going on moaning. 

I’m now feeling the orgasm beginning to build in my loins and have to decide whether to shoot into her mouth or hold off. I want this mess to last, I tell myself. 

I pull myself out of her mouth and see Anne, now sitting up and facing us, looking a little hurt, probably more because of the spanking scene rather than her lover giving me a blow job, but who knows. Our eyes catch and I find warmth in hers. Kris notices this, and almost, as if competing for who would get my cum shot, quickly drags me down, her on her back now, legs in air, her knees at ears. Instinctively, I plunge her pussy hard and it gushes blood out like a fountain. I feel a squirt of thick substance but can’t see it since I’m concentrating on her eyes. As I begin thrusting that shaved cunt slot, Anne comes up defiantly and sits roughly on Kristin’s face, facing me and grabs my head to kiss me hard. I taste her mouth again, now familiar; she now tastes Kristin’s mouth leftovers in mine. I reach down and wipe some monthly blood jam on my fingers and insert them into our kissing mouths. We both lick my bloody fingers.

I continue pumping, my legs growing weaker as my monster closes in on the climax and my tongue is down Anne’s throat. Anne squirms and carefully dumps her entire ass contents of my warmed piss into Kris’s mouth. It flows in slowly, filling her mouth, but then Kris begins to swallow it and there’s room for more. Anne gives more and soon Kris’s mouth is overflowing; she gags. She drinks more, coughs a little, and it’s gone. Kris is gasping, bewildered, out of breath, but with a smile on her face. Her hips regain their motion and buck back to my cock. Her feet are up and besides Anne’s ears now. Anne is grinding her twat and asshole up and down Kris’s face from chin to nose, back and forth, moaning and writhing in expected ecstacy. 

Anne stops her motion, repositions her brown flower over Kris’s mouth, now having stopped any protest whatever, and delivers another gift to her. Her impacted intestinal mud now loosened, she pushes small chunks out onto Kris’s lips, and she is basically forced to swallow it. Kris doesn’t chew, but takes it in, bucks her hips, I’m slowly reaching Nirvana. Anne releases what turns out to be quite a load and it brims over Kris’s chin. Right as I’m about to cum, my mouth still mated with Anne’s, my hands all over both women, their breasts, backs, caked clay in all the nooks and crannies, Kris abruptly pushes Anne completely off her face and grabs my head, pulling me to her, our mouths meeting. As we kiss, my dick pops out of her and I’m left near cumming but without a hole. My dick is thrusting air and my balls are about to burst; the head is dripping with cunt saliva and some twat cum.

We exchange her mouth contents, all the piss and shit, my piss, Anne’s shit, Kris’s saliva, Kris’s cunt blood. The taste is too much, I’m about to cum from the taste sensations alone. It’s almost too sensual to describe. I gently but firmly push Kris back down on the bed, on her back, and lift her legs high above my shoulders, knees touching her ears. I jam my cock deeply into her tight ass with one thrust. It’s wet from all the cunt play and the leaking blood and twat snot are everywhere. With a slow pounding, I go to the hilt. Kris reacts with a shudder of pain and pushes outward with her innards, trying to either get me deeper or push me out. Her cunt erupts with an audible wet pussy fart that explodes with bloody goop mixed with pieces of leftover shit. It gets all over her stomach and my balls, swinging against her ass crack. She cries out in a yelp of pain, winces, and shoves me out, flips me on back, my dick now slightly brown and once again waving in the air, an unexploded missile. 

“It’s too tight, you can’t fit, Red.” 

She squats over my face, sitting toward my feet. Her raw purple anus, what I now discover was not lubricated enough for my pummeling, meets my mouth and locks on. It’s pink insides push out and I feel the inner folds of her rectum along my gums. She wiggles a little, moans. My tongue darts inside almost immediately and I taste a bitter waxy chocolate piece. 

Suddenly, my erect and demanding cock, is enveloped by a warm and wet undulating feeling. I peek out from beneath Kristin’s ass, her butt cheeks covering my eyes now and see Anne lowering herself on my rod slowly. As it fills her cunt, she begins kissing Kristin hard and grabbing her head, carressing her hair. Their arms are all entangled and my cock is hammering my former wife’s clit, plugged to the end. Kristin releases a big sigh and my tongue is pushed back into my mouth with quite a force. A very large and hard tootsie roll emerges from her rectal cave, fresh from her insides, it slides right into my mouth and down my throat, without me chewing. My mouth now is essentially glued to her asshole, no chance for escape, my gullet a simple extension of her intestinal tract. It passes from her insides to mine, through my throat slowly and into my stomach. I don’t retch, I can hardly breathe. 

Her poop, her mud, her love clay is so wonderful, hard. I can feel the relief of the delicate braids around it with my tongue, this “analicious” substance fills my every sense. I chew what I can, it’s coming down very fast. Tastes of deep earthy and musty flavor, waxy texture and chewy, slight salt, fishy again, bits of maybe nuts or pieces of undigested food. Dark smell, but not unpleasant, just a deep body smell. It keeps coming, the length is unbelievable. Kristin is being rubbed on her clit by the front of my mouth and she is beginning to climax, probably just from the shitting in me. She heaves her hips on my face as her turds end, nearly choking me. As she yells, Anne tries to swallow her mouth.

My mouth full of shit, my dick still way up Anne’s cunt, I’m so near I can’t stand it. Anne starts murmurring she’s about to come and pulls Kristin off my face, trying to grab her ass. As her holes leave my sated mouth, long strings of gooey saliva and cunt blood keep us attached, it’s like a spider web of thick bodily fluids. Kristin, still heaving, turns around, puts her head above mine and starts kissing me desperately, trying to eat her shit back from my mouth. Her tongue, long and snaking every which way, finds my teeth and attempts to probe my throat. She raises her violated dirty asshole to Anne’s mouth, which meets it. Anne tongues the wonderful flower. The hole is somewhat loosened. Anne is beginning to come with a grind and quiver and puts two fingers deep inside Kris’s asshole, moving them around, searching for a last bit of gold. Kristin writhes her ass, kisses Anne’s fingers with her inner tube, now pink and brown. Kris is moaning herself with the fingers in her asshole. 

“No more, love, it’s too tight,” she whispers. 

As Anne comes, she yells and moans, alternating tonguing and fingering the beautiful filth in front of her. This is the end for me, my mouth being completely swamped with Kristin’s tongue and our swapping of her shit, there are still huge beads of it between our mouths, it slowly loosening to a slurry brown grime. I’m near an immense explosion when at the last minute, Anne stops pumping and presses the base of my cock, a trick we used to do way back in the old days, a way to prolong our seemingly endless intensity. As my urge calms down and our breathing slows for the moment, she gets her fingers deeper in Kris’s rectum. 

As her two slender fingers dig, Kris, though enjoying it before, now resists. Anne pulls out the fingers, filmy brown, glistening. She puts them in her mouth, slobbers over them, as well as a third, kisses the delightful bud in front of her, tongues the hole as deeply as possible and runs the tip of her tongue around the crackled spider rim several times in a very sensuous manner. Kris now is relieved and begins to relax a little. She moans. Anne then abruptly jams all three fingers at once back into her butt, up to the first knuckle. 

“No….” protests Kris. “I can’t, it’s too… ugghhh…”

Anne slowly but firmly moves to the second knuckle, three fingers deep. Her other hand is pressing my cock still so excited as I am, I can’t get too hard yet. Kris pushes out her gut in an attempt to expel the violating fingers. The ass mouth just puckers more and creates small lips around Anne’s knuckles. 

Anne removes her fingers very slowly and Kris whimpers quietly. The lubrication there is getting mixed with leftover shit and it’s just not slippery enough, it’s hardening to a crust. With Kris’s rump high in the air and the hole a bit larger and breathing with every one of Kris’s heaves, Anne puts her mouth back on the pucker. She spits furiously in and on the hole. She removes her hand from my dick and puts one index finger from each hand in Kris’s bum. Working them in, Kris doesn’t bother to complain, there are only two. Then, Anne starts to pull them apart horizontally, beginning to stretch the holy dark cave. 

She pulls the flower and now Kris is yelling, “No, no, no, it hurts, stoppppp, you cunt, don’t…. it’s toooooo…” and the fingers keep moving apart. 

The hole now becomes a wide slit, kind of a mouth. Anne is turning her asshole into a smile. Kris is writhing, bordering agony as her ass slit is being split. Some brown slime dribble from within, either her own watery shit, some of her ass cum, or Anne’s saliva, who cares, I’m hoping it drips down to me. 

Anne gently pulls out her fingers once again and replaces them with her mouth again, the talented wet tongue working back to its comfort area. Lips pressed to Kris’s hairless asshole, split and spread, holding its openness so you can see the inside all red. The little creases are swollen and strained from the stretching. Bumps and veins are starting to pulse and you can see the skin tension, one can feel her pain. She pours spit into the brown and purple opening. But Kris’s relief shows in her face and the soothing feeling of Anne’s tongue does its magic. Anne lifts her cunt off me and easily lowers Kris onto my coming-back-to-life cock. Kris quickly realizes what’s happening and fear covers her face. My cock is dripping with Anne’s cunt juices and slides easily into the stretched bung hole. The head of my prick is back to life and widening with expectation. Kris knows it won’t go all the way without unbearable pain into her tight little gut.

I push gently trying to gain entrance deep in the cavern. She resists and starts to almost cry out again. Anne shuts her up with a long wet kiss on her lips, grabbing her hair violently and sucking her tongue in her mouth. I push against a lot of stretch, my cock not sliding easily; it feels very dry and firm, and I think, even in my ecstacy, that I’ll split her asshole open. Kris tries to push me out with a shitting motion, but I push harder. Anne continues kissing her and grinds her entire vaginal opening; the lips, the piss hole, the clit, all over my mouth and chin. It’s really wet. She leaks some pee which I just swallow in the action of it all. She’s bumping and grinding my face. She writhes forward and plants her once again beautiful bung hole right on my mouth, it’s loose and gaping, welcoming to my tongue, which has no trouble shooting right up to her cavity. There’s little left, I think, but I wash it in and out. 

Suddenly, with a pop, Kris yells and shits out my cock, she’s gasping for breath as she breaks away from Anne’s kisses. She immediately grabs my dick and slams it into her cunt and begins riding me. Up and down, my stick all wet now; the shit on it getting diluted with cunt juice. She pumps me violently and grabs Anne’s head to her breasts and I suddenly feel a warm rush of fluid around my sword. She’s unaware that the cunting has released a mess of blood and cunny snot, her red period slime all over my dick. I look down and the area looks like a battle zone, thick, gooey, steamy. 

Anne reacts emotionally to her trying to cunt-fuck me, as if any frontal probing was completely and forever off-limits and to attempt so would be close to absolute betrayal of their mutual love and lust. Ass and mouth, fingers and muff, tongues in holes is ok, but dick-in-cunt is off limits. 

She grabs Kris’s buns and hoists her off my dick in one motion; she then slaps her face hard and yells, “Bitch, that’s a prick you’re putting up your slut hole!” 

Anne, really mad, or pretending to be, then slaps Kris’s tits across her chest and they jiggle. She slaps them the other way. Kris is in too much shock to do much else but gasp. This may still be payback for the hairbrush incident. Anne then tongue-dives Kris’s mouth to stop her screams and at the same time grabs her right nipple with a free hand and pinches it till Kris cries, muffled by the mouth glues to her wail. Her nipple turns white, then bright red. I scoop a handful of the red muck and lather Kris and Anne’s joined mouths where they meet and tongues come out to lick my hand clean. In between I hear Kris gasping in pain for her tits. Anne hasn’t let go of the nipple which bounces in agony.




Left Bank Ch. 02



As if taking my cue, I cover my throbbing tool with the mensie gook and without a care for Kris’s pain, push it back up her asshole. This time, between the heaving of her hips and pelvis, and the slimy lubrication, my sperm shooter snakes way on up with no trouble. My pubic hairs kiss her brown flower flesh. The head is way back meeting very little resistance. She now moans. I quickly grab her other nipple and pinch hard. Her scream is once again stifled by Anne’s mouth. 

As my dick finds its place in the folds of her stinking rectum, heaving and breathing over my balls, both Anne and I release her poor nipple. Her wonderful breasts fall loose and Anne kisses them tenderly, grinding her bottom on my mouth. 

Beautiful blond and buxom Kris moans, but this time not with pain, more with a fullness and happiness that this is not as agonizing as before. She’s facing me, sitting toward me again. My cock head, now swollen and bulging again feels her insides. It’s tight as a glove, I feel the pulsing of the insides of her body and swear I can feel her breathing and her heartbeat. The cavity is very warm. I push and push against the inner rubbery rings and feel them get smaller and smaller as I push higher into her rectum. They give way and feel slimy and looser than before. She starts heaving her hips up and down. Anne now adjusts herself and sits squarely on my face, her familiar asshole back on my mouth. She grabs Kris and kisses her mouth, her tits, bites her nipples, tongues her nose and mouth, darting everywhere. She is deeply rubbing chocolate mud in Kris’s hair, tangling it up in brown gunk. I tongue fuck Anne’s tasty hole, still stinking from before like heaven, I try to get as deep as possible, searching for edibles to swallow. Anne is building to a big orgasm on my tongue and crags her cunt and asshole back and forth over my mouth. 

My balls begin to feel uncontrolled as the white love spurt in them fills; there’s no stopping anyone now. Kris is pumping her well greased ass over my torrid dick, jammed nearly all the way to her stomach. Anne’s asshole begins opening even wider and to my surprise, a long dribble of piss, coming from way up her intestines, which I had filled not too long ago, trickles out her lovely brown bud into my mouth. As I drink the brown tinged pee, my own pee, I start shooting into Kris. I just hammer the hell out of her poopie. I cum and cum. It’s as if it won’t stop. Or can’t stop. There’s a very warm rush from my lower thighs through my balls, up through my dick and the fluid just spurts into her depths. I wish I could kiss her mouth, taste her lovely face. I’m not complaining as I spurt in rhythm with Anne’s asshole on my teeth, lips, and tongue. I keep pumping my spunk into lovely Kris’s bum, filling it to overflowing. Her shit cave sucks me in and meets each thrust. I feel it pistoning into her deeper with each pump. There’s so much spunk, it’s like I’m actually peeing cum into her gorgeous ass, jism just streaming into her with endless pulses. With a final slam, she shudders and screams; I fall back on the pillow. Kris’s motions have actually caused her to experience a small orgasm of her own, the nonstop thrusting against her cunt walls to her clit. She’s out of breath and relaxes, stays where she is and just moans softly. Her asshole, now wide open and very loose just eats up my limp dick, she’s still sitting on me. Anne is moaning but hasn’t cum and is right on the verge and won’t let us quit. She rocks harder, grinding her open asshole on my chin, her clit scraping back and forth against my tongue.

She quickly throws me aside, popping my dick out of Kris’s open ass and we hear a long, rubbery and flabby fart from her lust-violated rump, a deep inner stink which fills our senses, the smell still luscious to us all. Anne firmly pushes Kris down on her knees, face down to the bed and straddles my face again while pushing her own face into Kris’s upturned parts. She tongues the violated and wet asshole of her lover and Kris begins pushing outward, flaring her rectal walls outward. A terrific fart explodes, mostly air, with a little smell; all the pumping I did packed her full of gas. Anne breathes it in deeply, then begins to suck out the strains of my fresh hot cum mixed with shit and blood and starts to drink the slurp down, all while heaving on my mouth. 

The sensation is enough to spill her over the edge and she comes mightily in my mouth with a loud and wet pussy fart, spurting her own piss and whatever else into me. It flows all over my lips and continues for a minute, the undulating slowing down. Wet, dripping all over my head and mouth. I taste sweat and girl-cum, and little bits of leftover shit which made their way down at the last moment. She heaves and gasps, her tongue inside Kris, lapping up our goodies, her cunt on my mouth, me lapping her up. Kris is still moving her ass up and down, and her mouth has found my limp dick, all brown and somewhat cruddy, and has begun cleaning it up, her tongue wrapped around it. She whitens my rod, trying to bring it back to life. As Anne winds down, I move from under her, pulling my cock from her gently licking mouth, and join her tongue with mine in Kris’s now completely distended bowel entrance. Both our tongues compete for brown morsels, spurt and slime. They both go in Kris’s asshole and I taste my own cum, mixed with her mensie blood and little residual bits of turd. Anne and I then kiss each other for a long time, sharing the cum and piss and blood back and forth. 

Kris turns around, her asshole blazing red and still gaping wet, and kisses us back. A three-way swallow of the most wonderful concoction of bodily treats imaginable. Long strings of cum mixed with globs of cunt mucus, red from Kris, yellow from piss, brown from shit, all hang down from Anne’s chin.

Out of breath, we all collapsed into a heap of entangled flesh, matted shit and piss, cum sticking us together. We all find our hands and join fingers intimately. Our three mouths meet again, all tasting of each other; the mix of everyone’s shit and body fluids wet and gloppy over our faces. Our tongues probe each other’s mouths for several minutes, hands carressing heads gently. We lay down together, holding tight, our breathing slowing down.

“Who will clean up tomorrow?” asks Anne? 

“We’ll just tip the maid service,” I reply. 

Kris lets out a small squeaky dripping fart, letting us know her asshole is truly empty. We hug again and collapse into a deep slumber.



Left Bank



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?