Satin Detour
Esme marveled at the size of his package and softly caressed it with her small hand through the fabric, the shiny engagement ring looking very tiny compared to his cock size. She grabbed with both hands the waistband of his trunks and lifted it slowly over his erect phallus towards her before she lowered them to the floor. She held his trunks down so he could step out of them, his alpha cock bouncing with his movements right in front of her face.
The bride's hand grabbed the throbbing cock, and a ray of sun let her engagement ring sparkle as she lowered her thirsty mouth on his big mushroom. Lars grabbed her head with both hands and started fucking that warm, moist mouth. Esme moaned, letting him know she was really happy with him fucking her mouth. He sped up the fucking and bit by bit sank his cock deeper in her throat. Breathing became difficult, and she switched to breathing through her nostrils as both her hands grabbed his strong buttocks, pushing him further. Once he reached a depth of eight inches, he held his cock still, enjoying the tight little throat of her. Esme had to pull him out, her eyes a bit watery, and after he was completely outside, she took a couple of deep breaths to restore the deficit.
Esme crawled on all fours onto the bed, lifting her ass high up for him. She wanted to eat more cocoa cum and told him to do her poop hole, spreading her cheeks with both hands. Her little sphincter was ready for his Swedish cock; at least, that is what she hoped for. Lars didn't hesitate and aligned that god-cock to her brown opening, pushing the knob inside her. He had no trouble penetrating Esme, her anus still wide open from this morning's fuck.
Once his balls slapped against her butt, he grabbed the bride's waist and started fucking that brown tunnel with all his might. The bashing she was welcoming quickly caused sweat to break out in several places: on her forehead, her armpits, and even her feet, which were releasing perspiration. Lars was a true animal, disregarding any rules of fornication that might exist and kept ramming that rectum as hard as possible.
Esme tried her best to answer those hard shoves by pushing back against him, but as her arms were surrendering; she laid her upper body flat on the mattress while she kept her ass high in the air with her knees. The angle she was offering him was perfect, her anus causing a continuous friction on his purple helmet, Lars feeling his large balls preparing his seed for her.
As the hard fucking continued, Esme was now heavily gasping, and her back was shiny from the heavily sweating. The moment Lars rubbed her swollen clit, Esme's orgasm rollercoasted through her cheating cunt, making her vagina and rectum contract automatically. The contractions were not lost on Lars's sensitive cockhead, and the first rope of hot cum was sent deeply into her bowels. Esme shuddered, feeling her anal tunnel being filled with his tasty cum and pushed hard against him, wiggling her butt to squeeze out all his seed. Lars didn't stop pumping his semen, and only after having shot nine loads of cum, his balls stopped pulsating. Esme could feel his hot cum everywhere, from her flooded colon all the way back to her rectum, and when he pulled out, some cum ropes got stuck in her entry area.
Esme was exhilarated by the prospect of tasting her rectal chocolate again! She quickly hushed Lars out of the room, promising him a blowjob at the rehearsal dinner, explaining to him she had to hurry and he really had to go. Lars was fine with her promised raincheck and quickly left, enjoying the sensation of his ball having been drained thoroughly.
Esme sighed and lifted her ass up in the air, not wanting any cum to escape her chocolate factory. She wondered how long she should wait to get the best-tasting cum, giving his cum enough time to blend but at the same time, staying warm. Thank God, her tunnel was very warm, so that shouldn't be a problem. She impatiently waited for her brown mousse, researching on her cell how to make her stool sweeter, and it was very simple: unabsorbed sugars or artificial sweeteners would do the trick. Whiskey was good too. That was easy. Tonight, she would have with her banana dessert an expresso with four sweeteners, and she would keep doing this the whole week, checking daily on the taste progress.
She researched some more, and if she rolled her pelvis clockwise for five, six minutes, her stool contents would have the best possible help to mix together. She quickly went on all fours again and started the pelvis movements. This was so much fun! After six long minutes, she couldn't wait anymore and lay down again on her stomach.
Finally, time for her little tasting.
Esme wanted to see if the cum chocolate from her anus would taste the same as the cum cake from her colon and wondered how to scoop it so deep. Looking around in the room, she easily found the answer for her brown appetite; in the little coffee corner, beside the coffee machine, was a long, coffee-grain-measuring spoon made of soft silicone. It had the perfect length with its eight inches and would easily reach the contents of her colon. It could scoop up to 20 ml of beans and would be perfect for the job.
She almost ran to fetch the measuring spoon and quickly hopped back on her bed. So how to start? She wondered. Pulling out the deepest mousse first would mix on its way out with the shallow cake; that was no good. No, she had to start with her anus chocolate and clean it completely to prevent any mixing of the different types of ingredients. She already knew up front that the brownness of her anus would be less salty, because there was not much cum there. The pudding from her rectum would probably be the most balanced dessert, and she expected from her colon a much stronger taste, like dark chocolate truffles. Esme decided to use for all depths the spoon each time to keep it neutral and not add the taste of a sweaty finger to any scoop.
She checked the time, but there was no need to hurry. Her right hand grabbed the measuring spoon and inserted it inside her little poop opening, being careful to only insert it about 2 inches (4 cm). As she pulled out her creamy dessert, she saw that it had one extra ingredient the other parts of her digestive system would not have: the sweet-salty taste of her own sweat. She quickly inserted a dry finger in her poop hole and noticed right away the brown, sweaty lubrication of her exit.
Ignoring her own rules, she sucked on the wet finger and recognized right away from which part it came from. It did not have much cum and almost nothing else to swallow. What made it nice was the added taste of her sweat.
Quickly inspecting her finger, she gave it some more licks and focused on the little spoon, seeing indeed that there was not much cum to be found right at her exit. Her pointy tongue waggled through the little cargo and played a little bit with it, not wanting to swallow it yet. But she had more tasting coming up, so she licked up all the contents of the little spoon and spread it out evenly on her tongue, enjoying the sweaty taste.
Esme felt her pussy send her horny signals, but she tried to stay focused. To make sure there was no mix-up, she checked again the little spoon and lapped up the last bits of her own anal sweat. Carefully, she cleaned the spoon with the bed sheets and got all excited because the best part was probably coming now. She checked on the web how deep she was allowed to go, but that was easy since her colon would start after a 90-degree bend, so the moment she bumped against it, that would be the maximum depth she was allowed to go. The whole, large space before the bend was her rectum, and she expected to have to find much more than in her direct exit.
Slowly, she aligned the spoon with her brown hole spreading her sphincter wide to facilitate a nice penetration of her new favorite tool. Esme decided to start scooping just before the bend and then work her way back. Too bad she had gone to the bathroom last night, and she was worried she wouldn't find much but kept up her high hopes. A scoop is a scoop, and she felt determined. She rotated the spoon inside her rectum and as she thought it would be full, she carefully pulled it out. Jackpot! The spoon was full with a nice wobbly mass of brown pudding, and she eagerly started playing with it, using her pointy tongue to move it around within the spoon. It was delicious! It even tasted better than she remembered.
The scoop had more cum than expected, and it was probably from one of the last shots, her colon already being full. She recognized right away all those delicious flavors again: the salty cum part, the sweet taste of the digested food, and that dark chocolate taste again. Her tongue felt some typical semen clumps and expertly moved them off the back of her throat so she could swallow them first. Being a bit gluttonous, she emptied the entire spoon in her young mouth. The taste was fantastic and played with her senses. She felt another spasm in her engaged cunt but didn't want to touch herself there yet. Esme quickly inserted the spoon again, and to her disappointment, it was only half full as she pulled it out. Better something than nothing, she thought. Observing her tongue play with the last rectum load, another shiver went through her body, straight into her cunt, the cycle repeating itself a little bit faster each time.
The grand finale was waiting!
Esme swallowed the last bits of her rectum mud pie, and once she had cleaned the spoon again, she automatically lifted her ass from the mattress, opening her exit wide, slowly pushing the spoon all the way towards the tight bend of her colon. It only took her three tries to pass that tight curve, and as she was holding the spoon with her fingertips and gyrated it around, she was able to fill it nicely. She licked at the contents, and had a pleasant surprise; she tasted a lot of fibers, such like corn, seeds, grains, and vegetables. The taste was awesome! It was a mix of sweet and salty, which was to be expected, but what made it so nice were the grains attached to cum clumps. It was like licking a soft chocolate granola bar. This was definitely the best of the three different tastes!
As she chewed on the soft, salty cum clumps, her orgasm hit her like a tshunami, flooding everything on its path. Her cunt contracted beautifully for an entire minute, and she had to wait until her breathing became normal again. She could see in the large mirror her reddening face, and she was for sure a blushing bride now. Two more scoops of chocolate cream filled her hungry mouth, and then the tasting was over. She carefully cleaned the spoon and put it in her handbag. She might need it soon again.
Esme took a long shower, got dressed, asked room service to change the bedsheets and clean the room, and went down to one of the restaurants to have a bite.
To be continued.