1 comments/ 7230 views/ 2 favorites Bellevue Pt. 01 By: lilactwist I thought he was cute when I first saw him. These things always happen in strange ways. I was out to dinner with my husband Dave. We were at this very famous wonderful restaurant for dinner. I was taking him out for his birthday. We've gone here a few times over the past years after living her forever. We were upstairs in the bistro section, where reservations aren't months in waiting and the occasional out-of-town foodie can score a table, and that's probably how he found his way to sit down at the table next to ours. I was a bit distracted. Dave and I were in a rather monumental fight, had been going on for a few days, mostly about his trip tonight. He was going back to New York on the red eye, in fact we had to leave in a bit for me to get him to the airport, but since it was his birthday, we were out to dinner. We work together and therefore spend a lot of time together, so when he came back from this conference in New York a few months ago all quiet, I figured he had somehow spent time with his ex-wife, whom he had never quite let go of... I mean it's been 12 years or so. Then he went back there about two weeks later and stayed for most of a week. He's been different, though has denied anything. Our fight now was because on Monday, two days ago, he announces that he needs to go back to New York to close a deal on some expensive penthouse our company is representing (our company is breaking into that market). He's going on and on about how rich apartment buyers in New York are, they don't quibble, they write a check... but I know underneath it all he's thinking of his ex's wet pussy and how he can crawl inside it and stay. "Hi, what are you reading?" I ask the stranger next to us as our silence grew annoying. He looked up surprised, alone, and responded. It was some recent interesting piece of literature I had read reviews about, "I'm sorry to intrude, but you look so peaceful and content, reading and your glass of wine. I'm Jen, this is Dave." I was eating this amazing meal and this quite beautiful blonde woman sitting next to me with her date, I think it was her husband and they were in some kind of row judging by the exchanges, turned to me and asked me what I was reading. Not wanting to insult a beautiful woman, I told her. Normally on my travels I keep to myself, reading in restaurants when I dine alone, savoring my solace from an otherwise overly busy and networked existence. I looked at her and took her all in quickly, the perfect hair, the gorgeous face and shapely body, high forties, maybe fifty with great genes. But her breasts, nearly exposed with an inviting cleavage, smooth and delicate, like that of a much younger woman. An open neck silk blouse that presented that treasure to the world. Her husband was very lucky and the prick didn't even respond to her. OK, that's their problem, but come on! I think I stared at her tits too long before meeting her face again. That's when she introduced herself and Dave and we began our conversation. "Nice to meet you. I'm R. You two look so situated, please, I'm good. Wonderful place. What is that you've ordered?" "Duck for two, it's his birthday. We're celebrating." I said reluctantly, and I know this guy caught everything; the silence, the tension, the unfinished wine. "Oh, man. Happy Birthday. Congratulations, please don't mind me. You have each other, celebrate." But I didn't let it go, I engaged him in more conversation. He was in from the East for a few days, on business. He got up and excused himself for a minute. He came back a few minutes later. "I love it here," he said. "Whenever I'm in town I stay at the Belle. I would love to just live there. The grandness, the swim club, the view, it's perfect." The "Belle," or Hotel Bellevue, was a gem of the area, a very large Victorian hotel/spa on the hill overlooking the gorgeous scenery. We sometimes went there for massages but never stayed there. "Oh, we love the Belle," I responded, "We live about a mile from there and pass it all the time. Are the rooms nice? It looks like a very nice place." "Rooms are fine. But my favorite part is the Prada Bar off the lobby, very old school, no music, very genteel. I end up each night there in peace. Do you know it?" "I know where it is, I've never been." Then, a waiter appeared with two glasses of champagne for myself and Dave. I had not ordered them. "Salute," R said, and lifted his glass to us. I was so touched and thanked him. The three of us clinked and returned to our meals; Dave and I to our awkward silence, R to his book. Dave shortly engaged R in a conversation about local real estate. R had said he was always looking for a place on this coast, in fact in this area, but only casually and had hardly spoken to real estate people. We all talked cordially as our dishes were cleared and dessert and coffee was brought up. Dave excused himself to the bathroom, "I've got a flight at 10, I think we need to leave now, honey? I'll be right back." I turned to R and said, "Are you at the Prada every night, even after such a wonderful meal?" "Especially after a wonderful meal," he responded. "What time do they close?" "Last night I got kicked out around 11," he said, "come by, I'll show you how excellent it is." "What's so great about it?" "It makes me think of delicious but forbidden thoughts. It's that kind of place." "Do you have forbidden thoughts?," I asked him. "Oh, come on, everyone does, even you. I can see in your eyes, in your interaction, in your movement, you are harboring countless forbidden thoughts." I suddenly got very hot and probably flushed a bit. I think I felt a surge of wetness warm my crotch. "I don't know you from Adam, but you look like a good person, intelligent, thoughtful, and wise. Can I tell you something? "Sure," he said. "I think I need to tell you this so that it becomes real even if you think I'm a lunatic, but don't respond or even say anything. My husband is going to New York tonight under the guise of a real estate venture that may or may not be true but really to spend four days fucking his ex-wife. There. I've said it." "Cheers to him," R said, "I hope she has a good time, he's a good fellow, it seems." "Oh, fuck him," I said, disgusted. "I have forbidden thoughts now," looking at R intently. Dave returned and I smiled congenially at him. Dave and I said our goodbyes to R and wished each other well; we left. Sitting in a dark corner banquet, I had finished my second bourbon, it was about a quarter to 11 and there was only one other person in the room, sitting at bar, nursing a beer. The bartender was wiping up glasses and eyeing us hopeful that we'd leave soon enough and he could get home. I was enjoying the evening and was about to order a last fill. I had met this beautiful woman about whom I could fantasize all night. I knew enough to try to find her tomorrow... her name, business, and location of her office. I knew her husband was away for a few days. I knew I was leaving town the day after tomorrow so I had better decide what to do. "You better order quickly, that bartender gave me the evil eye," her voice cut through my fantasies of ripping off her low cut blouse and lip-synching her nipples, which must be so divine. "You found the place," I stumbled back onto Earth. "I know where it is, just haven't been here yet," she retorted, "What are you drinking?" I went to the bar, raising two fingers and pointing to the glasses. The discontent reading on his face, the bartender told me, "Last call sir, we close in ten minutes, but you can stay while I finish up for awhile" Fine, pour me two more to go and get me my check. He poured the extra two into some paper coffee cups with lids, I settled and brought the drinks to my table and placed the glasses in front of Jen. She looked softer in this dim light, glowing with an excitement I didn't notice at the restaurant. I think she was ravishing. I think she lowered her neckline a bit before making her entrance. "Did you get Dave off ok?" I asked. "Prick," she responded, "Didn't say much of anything all the way to the airport except what a nice thing that 'man' did by buying us that champagne... why didn't I do things like that for him? I mean, come on, show some appreciation for a nice dinner and... whatever. By the way, that was a very nice gesture, who taught you such good manners, it's rare out here." "My ex-wife," I replied. "Well, she seems high quality, so your loss, I'm afraid," she laughed in a brazen but devious manner. "To you," she toasted as we raised our glasses, "Why the coffee at this hour?" she noticed. "Helps me find my way home after he kicks us out." We talked and flirted while enjoying the bourbon. I had no idea where this was going. Too soon the four-ounce pours were gone and the room lights came on bright, upsetting the mood we were trying to establish. It was indeed closing time. "Shit, I came all this way for a 15 minute nightcap. Not that it wasn't worth the trip, it is a nice bar," she smiled. She leaned close to me, close enough that I could smell the enticing scent on her neck, a very subtle floral perfume, "I have to pee like a racehorse. Is there a bathroom here?" Continuing in a vein of newly found familiarity, "I had to go at the restaurant, but I wanted to talk to you alone those few moments when Dave left, I'm bursting." "Over there, off the dining room," I pointed out. But it was obviously closed and it was clear we had to leave. "Don't worry, there's some off the lobby I think toward those conference rooms you must have passed." "Yeah, there's a loud party, some band, lots of gross looking businessmen and corporate climbers," she commented. "I hate that crowd." "Hey, I'm a businessman, watch it." "But you're not gross looking and slimy. And besides, you're not with them. Are you?" "Hardly," I responded. "I can't go there, can I ask you a big favor?" "After all we've been through," I joked, "name it." "Can I use your bathroom? Is it far?" "No it's not far, the elevator's just there, and yes, of course, come, if you can make it." She obviously was in distress and as she got up, seemed to wobble a bit, not so much from inebriation as from trying to hold her bladder. "Don't make me laugh," she threatened, "I'll kill you." "Yes, but what a way to go," I quipped as I picked up the coffee cups and led her out to the lobby. The elevator arrived, we entered. I quickly began trying to make her laugh in a cruel but playful way. She teased, "Stop it, you'll embarrass me, I'll drip, stop it." On the fifth floor we walked down the hall to my room. In the entrance hall she exclaimed, "It's a suite, it's beautiful. The view," and forgetting her pressure for the moment walked to the window overlooking the city and the bay beyond, lights twinkling everywhere. I put the cups down on the table by the sofa and took her hand and sitting down on the sofa, pulled her to me. There was no resistance whatsoever, her body lithe and loose, falling into mine. I don't know how it happened or the exact sequence, but we were kissing gently, lips exploring each other's, tongues feeling the heat points around our mouths. "Mmmmmm," she murmured, "this isn't what I had in mind." "It isn't?" "No, I came to pee." "So pee," I offered. She didn't move, but continued the kissing, now getting more intense, her tongue in my mouth, probing in and out, its wetness seeking mine. I can't recall a more emphatic and luscious kisser than she, her beauty and intrigue was in that kiss and I just didn't want it to end. I held her tighter and began massaging her back, my fingers nesting under the straps of her top. She responded by heaving her chest forward into me, breathing growing heavier. This was becoming an enhanced make-out session. I pulled back and took a cup, removing the plastic lid, taking a sip. "Don't worry, it's more nectar," as I returned to her lips, dribbling a little into them. She drank it approvingly, grabbing the cup and gulping the contents in one shot. Surprised, I mouthed her lips, and tried sucking some of the bourbon back, which she generously fed me, what remained. She abruptly got up and found the bathroom, seated herself on the toilet, shifting her dress up and pulling her panties down, keeping the light off. I followed her in and kneeled on the tile before her, in proposal fashion. "Go, I can't pee if someone's watching, I'm going to explode. Go," she pleaded. But I took her head in my hands and kissed her deeply, knowing that would stave off her need momentarily. She kissed me back yearningly, not resisting. Without thinking, and without preamble I ran a finger over her exposed crotch, lightly sliding through her wet thighs. "Ohhhh," she purred. I put the finger to her lips and she kissed it softly. Then licked it lightly. "It's me," she whispered. "I know. I want to know what it tastes like. Bourbon? Champagne? Lust? Anger?" "Oh R," she continued, "you are bad. You have to stop, get out. I need to pee." But I pulled her up, clumsily walking her across the room to the bed, her panties constraining her ankles, dress flailing around her torso. I lay her down and removed her panties. As I returned to kissing her, her belly arched into me, I felt the hardness of her bladder and saw the outlines of stiffening nipples. This was too much to believe. I easily removed her top over her lovely blonde head, exposing two of the most wonderful breasts ever seen, ripe and full, her diamonds begging to be kissed and sucked. The dress, loosely clinging since the bathroom somehow found its way to the floor. She was raw, in the flesh. He kissed me over and over and I wanted to drink him up. Our tongues mashed in lustful rhythm, I really liked this man, this beautiful stranger, who now had me naked on his hotel bed, I ached to have him. I felt he needed to be in every one of my places, I was wet. Ohhh but I was going to burst, I had to pee so bad, but clenched tight I couldn't, I was now growing uncomfortable and the fullness was pushing into my innards. I had to do something I was going to burst. He lay over me and began nibbling my tits, gently kissing the nipples, which were now sticking up at the moon, glowing pink in the dim light. He began sucking one harder and it bent into his lips. His teeth then teased the tips to elicit a little pain and I gave in, sucking in my breath. Ugggh, the sensations were baffling and frustrating, trying to enter the pleasure zone, but squeezing my gut closed so as not to ruin our beginning. I think he knew all along what was going on, he proved to be an expert in this department. "Jen," he whispered into my mouth, "relax, I can't believe you're here, I'm going to pleasure you, I promise, I want you." "R... I have to go to the bathroom, you have to let me.." And at that moment, I felt his finger stroking my bush lightly, and the feeling of urgency went away. I began grinding into his hand. His kisses resumed and somehow I removed his shirt, exposing a very sexy torso. He got his finger into my quiver, wiggling me into a warm place. I met him and pulled him deeper in. I was getting damp and relaxed. His kisses traveled down my neck and he rested there awhile as he dug another finger into me. The two were shaking my snatch into a froth, brushing my clit each pass. His head fell down between my breasts and he grabbed the left one with his free hand, kneading it lovingly, the nip slipping in and out of his fingers, stretching taut like a rubber toy. The jolts were beginning all around me as he played with it, twisting it gently. He pulled his fingers out of my cunt and brought them up to my mouth again. "It's you, Lovely," he smiled as I took my own taste on my tongue, licking those fingers. As I began savoring my fresh juices, he surprised me with a deep kiss to my twat lips. Ahhh, the quick intimacy that just flowed from part to part, like a choreographed dance passage following an unknown routine. He parted my labs and his tongue just entered me whole, gathering every flavor and scent inside me, flicking my inner flesh, tasting my womb. The sensations began brewing in my center as he found my clit, sucking it in and circling over and over. Bellevue Pt. 02 My hands worked his head and just placed him as deep as I could into my core, his mouth singing my twat to madness. He now pushed me completely back and lifted my legs high, really digging into me, his head moving aggressively. My gyrations gave to a luscious feathering that tingled from my thighs toward the inside of my stomach, its fullness stretching the sensations taut across my abdomen. I started shaking uncontrollably as my first wave of orgasm erupted, my legs clenching his head and I screamed out, "oh, oh, yes...mmmmmm," and I came into his mouth, him drinking everything I could give him. It was as if I was pumping my warmth and wetness into him, his tender but feisty mouth lapping every drop. The tongue went on and on, not stopping for a beat. And then I released. The build-up was too much and my gratifying break in tension just relaxed all my tubular muscles and I gushed. My belly immediately tightened and flipped his head off my coozy just enough for the first arc to shoot out of me. "Ahhhhh," I breathed out loudly as my pee streamed into the air. Red knew instantly what was happening, having made me hold it in, what was he thinking? He deftly returned to my heated gusher and capped his mouth over the fountainhead, doing his best to capture my liquid and swallow it. It flowed too hard and too thick for him and soon his face was drenched with my piss, pouring from his mouth mixed with his saliva. My hips moved to meet his lips and our fleshed gyrated together as my bladder began losing pressure, emptying into my new lover. "Shit, it's so hot, don't stop," he yelped between gulps, seemingly not wanting to lose any. Still peeing, I yanked his face off my spout and brought his head to mine, finding his lips. I tasted my seething pee on his face, darting my tongue into his mouth, searching for my water. He poured what was in his mouth into mine and we shared the swallow, our kisses now more passionate and desperate than ever. My lower abdomen was heaving gently, the pressing urge now completely relieved and the afterglow of a delicious cum wafting through my groin. Not yet sated, R moved down my body again, grabbing one of my tits in each hand and nuzzling them as he passed. Kissing my sopping belly and returning his tongue to my clit, he began all over again. As his probings pulsed my insides, the release of my piss somehow activated other sensations farther deep within me, and a small cramp passed down my innards, causing a slight burst of gas to erupt. She sucked the last of her golden serum from my mouth, dribbling her delicious spit into me. Our tongues dances together as I felt her swallow her own drink. I was still holding her tight, bringing her closer to me, feeling the living, breathing love she was radiating. Suddenly, her gut, sodden with piss and our love bathed sweat, clenched and I heard a small sound come from under her cunt. The smell that flowed after was unmistakable, the tingly earthly scent of a girl fart. I quickly returned my face to her crotch, now nose in her sopping cunny and lips gently nuzzling her rosie purse. I breathed in deeply, inhaling cunt air and the remains of her wind. I wanted another, I felt now, after all that hot piss, I needed a thick eggy blast. I blew ever so lightly along her crack, letting the air cool the dampness around her button, sending sensations into her. I ran a finger back and forth, light enough to barely touch the fine hairs on her delicate skin. She moaned and bucked her ass slightly toward my fingers, which responded by increasing the touch. I traced light circles around the brownie, watching it glisten and her breathing began pacing up. I touched the center, puckered up tight and wrinkled, dark short hairs sticking out and around. The spider began dancing to the rhythm of my index, now pushing gently in and around the opening. It moved around and around, and I pulled back, returning my mouth to her ass, now licking the crack. That was the end for her. "mmmmm," she purred in delight, as my tongue touched and rimmed her lovingly. The tease was killing her and she tried to meet my mouth with force, but I refused, still skipping lightly in and around that gorgeous star. I then inserted the tip of my tongue into the crevices, tasting each nub and crook, making her squirm. "uggghhhhh," she murmured, "nooooo, you can't do that now, I have to...uggggggggh," I now felt his fingers tracing my asshole. I moaned in the unbelievable pleasure of the whole thing. But my gut clenched again. I was wanting him bad now, but this desperate purging was sure to ruin the night. I was going to dump, the urge now pushing down harder, my butthole tightly locked where it should've been inviting. The more I tried to ignore it, the stronger the feeling became... then the unmistakable sensation of a liquid release, a slimy gross poop. "Oh shit," I thought quite literally, it was coming out on it's own, the inner gas forcing out my toxic waste. I didn't know what to do. He seemed to be getting hotter and hotter down there, I feared he was about to finger me and all hell would break out, pouring out of me, gushing filth. I quickly got up and jumped on the floor, heading to the bathroom for my own solitary embarrassment, hoping somehow to salvage the evening. "Oh yeah," he yelled out in surprise, and catching me around my waist, firmly but delicately threw me back on the bed, on my back, his lips gathering mine and probing my mouth again with his tantalizing tongue. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked playfully, taking an erect nipple and squeezing it around and around. "I know what you're thinking, what you're fearing. I want every piece of you now. Every morsel," he reassured me. "No, you have to let me go, I'll come right back, it'll be a disaster, it'll be a total mess. I really have to go..." but he sealed my lips with another passionate kiss, lasting a long time. He then moved toward my mound and flicked within the crack while lifting my legs and putting one of my hands on each buttock, somehow wordlessly instructing me to pull them wide apart. Realizing in some way that he was prepared for what might happen, I relaxed and gave in, my hips now raised, each hand spreading my nearly shaking ass cheeks, his mouth still busy with my cunt, getting it wet again. His clit work raised my pulse and I concentrated on that for the moment, feeling the intricate tingles within. He then moved down lower, pushing the flat of his tongue hard on my stain hole, slowly loosening. But that feeling is one that I share with few others. If I'm sitting on the can, waiting to dump, all I need to do is press against my starfish, not even go in, but just press, and it causes my sphincter to open gratefully. It's like an automatic response. He couldn't have known this, but here he was. I somehow got her back on the bed and she was pulling her ass cheeks wide, her pucker tight but exposed. I knew her fart and cramps meant an intimate mess was upon us, but knew the taboo nature of us being here, the unlikely coupling, and the shear nastiness of it all was going to happen. And I probably would end up loving her for it. I felt ready, I just didn't want to hurt her, or make her uncomfortable. She came to me first, I kept telling myself. A final cramp shuddered through her, I felt as I returned to tonguing her rim, her belly rises and a slithering sound escaped her anus. I pull back to the telltale stink and watch as a blob of white thick liquid squeezes out, hanging from the hole, then sticks onto one cheek, about a teaspoon's worth, glistening in the dim light. What the fuck? I move to wipe away the ooze. "What's this jizz, it's cream from your ass, you're not going to tell me..." "Put it in my cunt, put it on my twat," she whispers, breathing a bit faster. "What the fuck?" I say. "It's his spunk," she says, "I gave him a birthday fuck before dinner. I was afraid of that. Please don't be mad." "Mad?" I said, "that's insane. But I find that so sexy, you've been warmed up already." "Look, I wanted to empty his balls out as much as possible for his trip, figuring he was off to fuck himself silly, maybe this would dim his spirit. It wasn't for his pleasure, just for your information, it was for mine. I'm hoping he won't be able to get it up for that witch." "Ohhhhhh, I love it," I replied. I found it some weird turn-on that her husband had opened her up for me and didn't even know it. He was now entering my bunger, and I felt the urgency was so close, I didn't know what to do, I couldn't just drop it, but I also couldn't get up and break our incredible slow dance. "I want you to nasty me," I quipped. "Jen, oh, please, I'm nasty, I'll do anything, anything." "R, can you nasty me, are you up for that?," I teased. She was now moaning, and began grinding her ass into my face, but gently pushed my head back, away from the heat. She pulled back her legs and grabbed a cheek in each hand and held them far apart. I just watched for a moment. "You better forgive me, or I'll never forgive myself... UGgghhh," she grunted, "It's coming, ooohhhhh, move R, move..." I watched in silence from a foot away as she held her buttocks wide apart, the rose hole beginning to bloom slowly. It shuddered a very slight whisper and I took in a waft of pure anal scent, not gross, but smooth and earthy. It got bigger, forming an O as it expanded. A chocolate morsel emerged, the size of a marble, pushing forth at a snail's pace. She had amazing control, like a dancer moving at a deliberate slowness for effect. As it squeezed out, it grew in size, now a mass about an inch in diameter taking shape. Her rim continued to stretch, its elastic lips enlarged to meet the increasing load. "Oohhhh, I'm going to drop it," she paused a moment. She had this unbelievable muscle control, letting the clumps out and dangle without just breaking and slopping about. Her asshole was easily open around an inch and a half, maybe more, and a large round braided ball lowered in place, everything else still. Her grunts picked up a bit and then, without warning, she gave a concerted push and her pucker kissed this giant mocha mound on the sheets. Her hole momentarily resembled a protruding flesh tube, then retracted and resumed its delicate size, the incredible dilation complete. I looked up at her beauty, her closed eyes, and detected a momentary calm within her incredible body. Her breathing was slowing down a bit, her stomach moving up and down less frantically. "R, play with me, play. I've never done this before, come," she breathed, eyes, still closed, "I'm totally yours." She now let go of her cheeks, and let her weight down on the bed, feet now resting on the sheets, those lovely feet. I started sucking her toes, working on the baby toe first, and then taking three in my mouth. She squirmed. I stared at her shiny ass, its pucker slightly smeared with tint, her cunny wet with shimmering piss and the remnants of semen from an earlier ass fuck by her husband. Where would this all go? She really started getting into the toe sucking and by tongue was all over the cracks between each toe, now on the top, then around the side, almost to the heel. I travelled beyond her foot to the meat pile she dropped. Without opening her eyes, she knew where I was, she felt it. "R, give me some. Do me nasty. Do me hard." I tentatively tongued the turd, hard, round, mostly a braided cylinder about five inches long, an inch or so across. It was waxy, gummy, and bitter. Dark tasting, but incredibly intimate. I sank my teeth into the end, biting off a length and rolled it in my mouth. He came up to me and placed his mouth above mine, about to kiss me, and slowly pushed out a piece of my fudge stick into my mouth. I took it from him as if it were the most natural thing. We shared this tube and our lips met, the shit now within our collective mouths. We both found it so sexy. I chewed mine until it softened with my spit and I let the mixture run out on my chin. He dropped his piece, which stuck on my tit. We locked in a passionate kiss that took me into his arms and he lifted me onto him, holding me close. We continued kissing as he returned his fingers into my kitty, regaining my froth. They danced in me, his fingers, rubbing and digging deep. I grew dizzy between the kisses and the nasty shit taste in our mouths. Now my cunt was ablaze and began running juices around his hand. My hips gyrating into his hand as he cupped my left tit with his free hand, moving his mouth down to it. He took the nipple morsel of my mud in his mouth and just savored it. He had enough and with my cunny steaming toward another cum, he jogged back down to my quim, trailing his wet tongue along the way. Pulling out his fingers, drenched in my honey, he dove face-first into my vag cave, sucking my clit without any warning. The speed and fierceness of it, compounded by his frigging sent me into a tailspin. I came very quickly into his mouth, drinking me deeply. I felt that I gushed my liquid warmth into him and he wouldn't miss a drop. He seemed desperate for me, for my gush. He lapped and tongued my cunt, my button clit still hard as marble and glowing pink beneath the bush hair. "Oh Jen, Jen," he purred affectionately at me. My erotic throbbing was now on high, my shaking orgasm peaking with his tongue thrusts, which seemed endless. I yelled out in ecstasy as I came, sweet, sweet, come all over his beautiful face. But instead of finishing, he seemed to warm up more, now moving lower and returning to my slowly panting starfish. He now digs down and rims my brownie, the generous half-turd lying a few inches away on the white sheets. Moving over me he holds my legs wide apart and goes for the gold. He's lying over me, his bulging cock trying to burst out of his jean rubbing now on my tits, now over my head. As he buries deeper, I undo his buttons and slide off his pants, releasing a very hard incredible man cock. I lick the sides, slobbering hungrily along them, playing with the tip and the flesh, watching it grow. He now has his mouth entirely around my asshole, beginning to suck it loudly, making loud sounds. His tongue enters, probes hard, parting the flesh. My gates open and let him in. The sensations are incredible, there is electricity all over, I feel myself just give into him, dilating more and more. I take his cock in my mouth, inching it deeper back behind my tongue, hitting the back of my throat. He moans. My tongue is all over that delicious tool. My mouth was in and around the most beautiful asshole in the world. She was loving it. I entered her spider and it's as if the doors just let loose, slamming open wide for me. I tasted the residual frosting her mammoth left behind, pushing it back it, then trying to bring it out again. These actions made her wail and sing, her bottom just dancing on my mouth. She was sucking my stiffer deep now, I had hardly recalled losing my pants and now my cock was down her throat, I was in love with this amazing woman, I felt the beginning of a journey through my nasty soul. She then pushed out hard, the hole suddenly turning into an outward donut, then sucked inward again, the hole returning; my tongue never losing a beat. She kept her rhythm on my dick. I felt another cramp and with his cock down my throat, I couldn't stop anything, I felt the build-up of more gas. She bucked up hard, still pleasuring my flesh, stroking my balls now, and let loose a loud wet fart into my sucking mouth. I inhaled the spray and attacked deeper, a trickle of slurry coming out. This was too much. If I could define sensual, this was it. He pulled out of my mouth and returned to kiss me, sharing my fart and anal wetness with me. Still on my back, he raised my ass in the air high and rubbed his very turgid and wet cock against my glowing anus. Pushing insistently, the rim stretched to allow him access. He didn't stop and wait, just pushed, gently but firmly, knowing what he wanted. Knowing Dave had fucked me there only hours before made him want to one-up my husband. He got a few inches in as I groaned with a mix of pleasure and discomfort, he was pretty huge as the shiny head separated my cheeks. With a contorted physicality, he deep kissed me while furthering into my rectum. He then pulled out and quickly released my mouth to spit a gob of drool onto my Betty. Returning to kiss me, holding my tongue in his, he resumed his thrusts, now back in corner, but deeper, up past the second ring. He was in. He felt it. Trying to keep our kisses, he thrust in and out of my ass with quickened pace. My hand fell to my clit again, still soapy with my recent come. We made a musical rhythm as he pounded my shitter, deeper and wetter each thrust. I loosened enough to begin taking him lovingly all the way into my colon, extending my flexibility, sucking him each push, spitting him out each pull, it got more intense. His pistons began pushing the remaining shit out of my hole, it just squeezed out the corners in little blobs and bolts. He felt this and wipes up some goop and pushed the filthy finger between our locked mouths. I tasted dark chocolate and the earthiness of lust. I almost reached the point of no return, beginning to pound her incredible ass, but wanted this unfathomable session to last beyond light years. I pulled out of her dumphole, which by now was everything pink, brown, shiny, and stretched, and grabbed her buttocks, pulling them to surround my wild mouth. Her prickly ass hairs were clogged with shit residue, which packed all the way up toward her cunt. The hair was thick and caked with soft waste, smelling of deep sensuality. I sucked those hairs from south to north, filtering out the nutrients and tiny shrimp like a whale's baleen. I cleaned her glistening pubes and curlies until they were spotless, my mouth dissolving the brown, savoring her sacred substance. With a dramatic pop, he pulled all the way out and moved over my head, his asshole on my tits, the head of his shit-covered cock on my lips. Without consideration, I just took it back in, deep throating it again, now licking the pudding, my own chocolate, off each crevice. Both of us entirely naked, he got back to his favorite 69 and dove into my bloated anus again, now shimmering in brown film. He licked up the remaining turd and tried to jam it back in me. As she sucked my face in her cunny, she let go a huge blast, which I literally inhaled and it condensed in my throat, a thick liquid mist that I continued to swallow. I got a piece of log and tried pushing it back into its ass berth, but it broke and smeared up and down that amazing flesh crack. Her hole resembled the most beautiful star-shaped lips, I couldn't help but kiss it deeply, sucking in every flavor I could, I was frenching her ass mouth with love. "Oh R, nasty me, dirty me, play with me really dirty, now, goddamnit, fuck, now!" she squealed. With incredible control, I took the remaining piece of Jen's shit turd from the soiled sheets and pushed it easily into her cunt, slimy still from her husband's cum; it went all the way in and disappeared. Feeling that fullness, she moaned, "You better fuck my clit! Jam my kitty! Jam my girl cunt." Obliging, I slid my turgid mansteamer up to my balls, pushing the shit way up her babymaker. Our fucking took on an new spirit as our mouths were reunited in bliss. I pumped her for a long while, she getting her fingers around her clit, frigging pleasure into herself. She started creaming and moaning, "Oh R, it's going, uh...uh...oh," and her breathing became more rapid. I wanted her so much to come, but I didn't want to shoot off in her husband-violated cunt. As she moved higher and higher, her pace quickened. Bellevue Pt. 02 Suddenly stopping all motion, she shocked me to attention. She took my face in her hands and looked deeply into my eyes, caressing my cheeks, "R, please tell me you're not just a fuck monster, I want to love you, please, oh, this is way too much for me." "Jen, you're sensational," I replied, and kissed her filthy wonderful mouth so hard our teeth crashed and mushed out some shit paste. "I can love you, I love you, I feel you." "Ohhhh, R, finish me now, hard, finish my ass, goddammit, make me come, lover." I pushed his steaming crown out of my kitty box gently and moved my ass up so he could gain purchase. He pushed my legs far back almost to my head and trailed light fingers along my gunk-filled ass crack, picking up chunks of my shit. He then spread my tail droppings on my tits, pinching the nipples, encrusting both in my beautiful brown. Her nips were so stiff now, they literally were bursting, I don't know what I was thinking. I crunched each between thumb and forefinger, pinching for pain and pleasure, the shit covering each marble. She moaned in absolute ecstacy, I don't think anyone had nastied her like this before, I don't think she knew it was possible... I myself didn't. When they were complete and looking like malt balls, I began massaging the breast meat firmly. Her soothing sounds grew louder and I took a delicious morsel in my mouth, sucking the teathead, tonguing her delicious truffle butter and tasting her essence. He just went for my mammers, kissing, sucking, and licking the nips hard. He smeared more fudge on them and just ate and sucked and ate, it was incredible. I wanted, I needed him in my bottom, in my core. I gave him my turdcutter wide. With a clean thrust, he needed no further instruction. The inner wetness, the slime, the shit, all of it gave him a clean sweep and in a second I felt his high tension bullocks banging against my tailbone, his hammer jammed into me deeply, sphincter stretched way apart. He rested a moment, and contorted my torso to stare lovingly into my eyes once again before kissing my mouth so deeply I tasted my own nipple juice, my shit, his warmth.. all of it. As I savored this pretzel moment, he began a slow pounding. I picked up my orgasm crest just where I had stopped it. He thrust into me, pounding slowly, then quicker, the power increasing. I knew in an instant he was too far gone to stop. Our mouths parted as our sweaty bodies found their rhythm. He pushed, pulled, pushed, pulled, pistonning and he kept going at lightspeed as I began coming, seeing colors and screaming as he ripped my insides apart, my crapper swallowing his flesh deeply to my core. My come came from my colon, honestly, rising up and out through every nerve into my pussy and clit region. I shimmered and screamed again, topping off every fucking hormone in my body, seething with pleasure. Simultaneously, his cockboner started pumping my colon with what seemed like sheets of molten steel, hot and burning, searing my rectal cave. Like an entire Olympic team of shot putters, I felt the pounding of iron thrusts into my deepest gut. My intestines were tied in knots, then bloated with his man sperm. He totally emptied his taut balls into my ass, pump after pump, finally collapsing on my shit-smeared titties, a still stiff nipple in his mouth. We lay entwined like that for a blissful eternity. He gently pulled out of my battered rec room, his balls now shrunken and covered with mud from the slamming. I took them gently in my hands and began licking off the brown, tickling him to quiet laughter. We then kissed for a long wonderful moment, interrupted by an unexpected gush of hot piss from my still swollen bladder. He moved quickly to lap up the trickle, trying to fill his mouth with my remains. "Jen, it's my turn, love," he turned me over on my stomach, raising my simmering anus. It gave a gentle yawn to my ass lover. He pushed his soft tool inside, the width easily fitting my distension. Pulling me close with a hand around each crusted tit, he let loose a hot jet of his piss, hosing my bowels, filling me like a water balloon. I was almost bursting when he collapsed on top of me, both of us flopping down limply, the liquid erupting around us from between my cheeks like a geyser, covering us both with a sheen of lust to remember. I'm moving to the Bellevue.