I sucked on her befouled hand, the fingers shimmering with KY and a smear of her shit stain. I placed her on her back and leaned over to kiss her again, nuzzling her neck and massaging those gorgeous tits. My hands pushed her legs high and bent them back over her head.
"Now love, try to keep these high," I whispered.
I kissed her cunt and began licking the slit up and down until she started heaving slightly. My right index finger slid into her bum, followed almost immediately by the middle finger. I started pumping with the two digits, spreading them slightly to test her elasticity. She pushed downward and her rubbery ring embraced my fingers. Good, I thought, no resistance yet. I got the third finger in smoothly and started to turn my hand, widening the bore in quarter circle movements. Her pushing increased, as if she were trying to shit on my hand. When my pinky went in, she gasped slightly, but didn't lose rhythm.
"Oh Red, yeah, go, it's ok, go, go, " she quivered.
My third finger, the deepest inside, felt some cake frosting and whipped it around. I pulled out my fingers and put them between my lips, licking off her shit. Tasty insides, I craved.
"Carla, you're still full inside, aren't you," I said.
"I haven't had a shit since yesterday Red."
Her bountiful hole was no longer a tight pucker, but an open glowing invitation, it hardly returned to its pre-violation shape. I easily slipped the four fingers back inside and started gently working the thumb in, tucked into my hand. To my amazement the entire fist wriggled into her. Into her sensational rear.
"Ooohhh, ugghhhhhh." She screamed, "go on, don't stop, all the way, now, ugghhhhh."
I sensed the pain as I popped through the sphincter gate and into her bowels. I let it rest as her breathing caught up. The balance between her pain and the impending pleasure was unclear to me; should I continue?
But I felt the answer as she grunted down on my hand, plunging it deeper inside. With my fist inside her, legs back behind her head, I stretched to kiss and lick her mouth, to be an erotic part of her face. Our tongues thirsted for each other and she relaxed enough to let more of my arm gain access. Now I started pumping slowly as her lower abdomen met my pulse. The lubrication was gushing and soon I was fist fucking her like a steam locomotive. I buried my arm almost up to the elbow and out to the knuckles; in deep, out far, in deep... in rhythm. Her breathing was rapid and she started stuttering and shaking, but not at all in pain.
Carla rocked, "Pump fuck my ass, Red, all the way, oh jesus..."
And we gained speed. My hand was enveloped by her wrinkled tube, the arm up inside.
"Molest my asshole, go on, make me feel you, come, come," she moaned and cried.
I needed to lick the smear from her buttocks, like sweet creamy butter on warm oven-fresh buns, but didn't want to stop the crescendo. I pump fisted her up to the point of writhing violence.
"Suck my clit if you can, please pump my gut, my soul, ohhhhh," she was shouting.
I got down there and sucked for all she was worth, so wet and sloppy. It was almost contortionist physicality trying to keep fisting her and kissing her cunt but I did my best and she rose into the heaving that predicts orgasm. She shook and began yelling, shaking her head from side to side. She found a small piece of turd on the bed and jammed it into her mouth, chomping down as her rectum smothered my arm, jammed deep into her colon. At the last moment, she jammed several fingers into her cunt and ravaged her clit up and down, nearly tearing it off.
My hand in her, I felt her heartbeat faster and faster, her internal organs singing to the racing rhythm of her grind; the pulse growing until her entire being was shaking; she was digging feverishly into her cunt with her fingers, we were kissing and eating each other's mouths while I continued my fierce arm pumping. This sent her over the edge and she came and came, the shaking, the tithering, her entire body vibrating.
"Oh myyyy... Red, nooooooooooooooooo," she yelped. "Yeah, yeah, oh, oh." And her whimpering began as she peaked.
The contracting slippery walls gripped my arm during her immense body quake. She shuddered and gasped, rejoining her defiled lovely mouth to mine, tongues clashing.