4 comments/ 105791 views/ 9 favorites A Matter of Taste Ch. 01 By: lilactwist I met her first on the tennis court. I was in Germany, in the north, on business. I had essentially finished all my meetings for the week, it was Friday, and I was returning to the States on Sunday. Often on trips, when I can, I try to hook up some tennis at local clubs in the cities I'm visiting; you can often find a doubles match looking for a partner. I had been to this club before and had played some good sets. At any rate, I'm on the court, my partner is a young German woman, kind of stocky, pretty good player who covers nicely for my deficits. We're ahead of our opponents 5-3. Playing against us is a couple, he, around 50, has a beer gut but is very nimble, she, around 40, beautiful blond frauline, slim, athletically figured and a strong but inconsistent player; she takes a lot of risks, but doesn't score well on many of them. No one talks much since I don't speak German very well and besides, it seems as if no one really knows each other; we're all thrown together by convenience just to get a game going. We win the set and partners change. I greet the blond woman in German (I know only enough to get by in stores, restaurants, and hotels, really not much at all) and she shyly responds to me in kind. Her face up close is quite pretty, stunning, actually. When I serve, I glance at her wonderful legs and tight ass and for most of the set. I concentrate on thinking what she might look like naked. "Man I'm playing like shit," I felt. "The guy on the other side looks cute, but he probably doesn't speak English. Besides, this asshole with me is just giving them the game. Oh well, so much for random matching. I don't know what I was thinking, I mean I wasn't looking for an affair or anything, but being away from one's element and feeling kind of temporarily disengaged from the normal responsibilities does allow one to fantasize every now and then. I think he caught my eye, but then it was probably about some dumb stroke I fucked up on and gave away some points. Then we lost and changed partners. He said something like hello in perfect German and I said basically all I knew how to say, "hello," and smiled. I was right, he doesn't speak English. I was still really tired and jet-lagged from the flight two days ago and the TV crews were giving me a really endless schedule and list of requirements. This tennis was my own personal claim to space and relaxation, a little exercise can't hurt. Besides, I had planned for a calm visit to the spa and had scheduled a massage to break down my physical anxiety about the whole trip, the filming and the demands. I had the evening completely to myself and didn't have to be anywhere until noon tomorrow. While away on business, I always get horny and toward the end of my trips I think about fucking anything with tits; not that bad, but waitresses, concierges, secretaries, museum patrons, you name it, I imagine myself deep inside them. Now here was a gorgeous opportunity playing on my team, showing me her figure, running, jumping all over the place. When we passed mid court, I would try and gather her scent. Wafting by, it was a heady mixture of a pure floral soap and tennis sweat. I concentrated not to get hard there; my shorts would be too revealing. Needless to say, due to my obsessive sexual focus, we lost the set sorely (6-2) and our match was over. I thanked her, meekly threw up my arms in defeat and walked up to the net, not knowing what to do next. She was probably meeting her husband afterward. I bid farewell to the opponents, who responded warmly in German, some long phrase I have no idea what it was, and I laughed heartily, showing I understood them, and left the courts. Now I played much better with him on my team. I was getting all these great shots, but he was fucking up royally, totally hitting long or more often than not into the net. The opponents kept winking at each other as they collected points which should have been ours. In the end they won and I wasn't really pissed because I felt my game was improving, but I did want to chat more with my teammate. Unfortunately, he immediately said his farewells, perhaps he was embarrassed for his poor hitting, and disappeared. Well I had a nice spa visit ahead and was planning on dining at my favorite restaurant in peace that night. This club was great; the courts and adjoining athletic facilities were connected to a very fancy mineral bath and spa. The locker room serviced both enterprises. In the spa, there were all sorts of pools: hot, cold, mineral, plain; there were wet and dry saunas, massage rooms, etc. Like most baths in Europe, everyone paraded around naked; men and women, young and old, fat and thin. Big stretchy hanging bellies alongside a body with perfect breasts; a tired old cranky uncircumcised dong next to a wonderfully shaven pussy. One tries hard to enjoy the sensual aspects of the water treatments without thinking too much about sex; it would be most inappropriate to wave a hard on in front of all these patrons who seek relaxation and comfort. I entered the hallway leading toward the locker room and the blonde is there. We see each other and smile warmly at the entrance doors to the locker rooms. I say, thank you again, I hope to play again sometime (or something close) and I go in the men's room as she goes into the women's room. Obviously, I'm thinking about her as I undress, hoping desperately that she'll continue as I intend to, to the baths, and not just shower and leave. I undress, grab a towel and go into the baths. I sit and soak in a large hot bubbling pool for awhile and think about my trip, the tennis game, and the blonde. No she's not there, or anywhere for that matter. I exit the pool and enter a very warm dry tile room with big wooden lounge chairs. It's very quiet and extremely calming. My muscles ache a bit, but are feeling good after the workout. As I leave the sports center and enter the spa changing area, I see him and we catch each other's eyes. He looks at me very warmly and says something I cannot understand, again in German. I'm a little shy seeing him again, though I really wanted to, and smile back, say hello and go into the woman's room. I figure we'll meet somewhere in the pools. It doesn't even occur to me that we'll be stark naked. I've scheduled a massage, which is coming up in about 30 minutes. There's a pair of old German ladies across from me, both with enormous tits drooping down their tummies. I pretend to close my eyes and peek at one of their crotches more out of habit than out of lust. It's like a gray bush; big blue veins sticking out of the thigh meat. Ugh! That'll settle any sexual notion I may have had. On one side of me is a vacant chair, on the other is a young man, about 20, reading a German newspaper. Nobody really talks or communicates with anyone else; it's very peaceful. I close my eyes and sink into a warm catatonic state. I'm startled out of my doze my the creaks of the chair next to me as a new person sinks into it. Still pretending to be asleep, I sneak a look at the visitor; it's blondie. Holy shit! She's lying next to me, hasn't recognized me; actually hasn't looked, and is start naked, laying on a towel she placed on the chair. She adjusts herself and closes her eyes. Her body is perfect, it seems. A pure white, I can see some freckles on her neck, her smallish but still firm breasts, dark and luscious nipples. Her stomach is tight and her mons is clean shaven from this angle. For a woman her age (my age) she looks great, actually edible. Even better, there's no one with her. Her straight, chic shoulder length hair falls back and she breathes calmly. I don't know what to do; bothering her would be such an intrusion, but then I might lose this opportunity. I glance at the clock and I've got 10 minutes to get to the massage appointment. Blonde pussy or not, I want that treatment! I slowly open my eyes, move to gather my towel, and stand up, ready to leave. I turn around to straighten the chair and pick up my water bottle and she's up, staring at me. In German, she says very affectionately, "Hello again," and then something I didn't quite understand until the end when I think she said "... this health spa." I laughed and said hello back to her. Not knowing what else to say (or not being able to with the language) I said in English, "Do you speak a little English, I really don't speak German." She let out a burst and laughed. The other people in the room were now looking at us, annoyed that we broke the peace. The German ladies whispered disapprovingly. "English? I'm American. I can't speak German very well either, only what I remember from college." I thought your accent sounded so authentic, I'm sorry, I didn't know." I responded, "If I had known, we could've communicated and won that last set." She responded, "I'm usually shy when I'm in another country and especially when I'm playing doubles with a stranger. How funny." I held out my hand, trying not to stare at this amazing naked work of art. "My friends call me Red. I'm finishing a week of business here and return home to New York on Sunday." "Carla, I'm from Chicago and I'm about to be late for a massage downstairs." I looked at the clock and she was right. "Me too!," I said and we quickly wrapped ourselves in the white fluffy towels and went down to the treatment areas together. Turns out she had been here four times over the last three months and someone had told her about the baths; she discovered the tennis by herself. We had adjoining rooms and went our separate ways. As this big lunk of a heavyset chambermaid pounded the aches from my arms and back, I thought of the coincidence of meeting him upstairs, naked, no less. He had a beautiful body and I could almost smell his lust for me. I fantasized while being stroked and rubbed how it might feel to be kissed by someone else, perhaps him. It wasn't that I didn't love my husband or wasn't happy in my marriage, I just felt like justifying a "vacation," something no one would ever need know about. I mean people do it every day, why couldn't I have those feelings? As the therapist dug deeper into my shoulders, I gently rubbed my pussy against the towel, ever so lightly, catching the tip of my clit and arousing a sensual feeling. I kind of dozed off while she worked on me, thinking of how he would enter me, if he was good. I wondered if I could handle anything at all, or would I chicken out? Maybe he was great, maybe evil? I wondered if he could handle my nasty side, if I chose to let it out. A very relaxed hour later, we lay side by side in a cool quiet room on our towels, naked, slightly oily from the massages, on comfortable leather lounge chairs. "I feel great," she says dreamily, eyes closed. There are hardly any others in this room, only an older couple in the far corner, deeply concentrating on newspapers. I look over at her. Her towel is draped loosely over her torso, both lovely breasts exposed, her crotch covered. I am lying next to him, very jellied and limp. I decided to tease him to test his reaction, I mean he may not be interested. One of her hands works its way down her crotch and stays there, not moving. Her other hand begins to massage her left breast slowly, in circles, her breathing gets a little quicker and pretty soon she takes the nipple in between the index finger and thumb and pinches as her nipple stiffens. She opens her eyes and stares at me watching her from a few feet away. My towel is loosely covering my crotch, which has noticeably begun to stir, however relaxed I am. "Did you enjoy that?," she asks, "I love this place, all these naked people everywhere. I know you've been checking me out, I can only imagine what you've been thinking til now." I was dumbstruck and speechless. I shot back, "Nice nipples, especially when they're hard." I felt my cock begin engorgement. I knew I couldn't get up and walk away with a flagpole sticking out. She had me cornered. "I would love the opportunity to know you better," I said facetiously, her obviously knowing I just wanted to fuck her silly. I smiled warmly at him. Boys are still the same they were in high school, I thought. She immediately got up and walked away, toward the baths and public rooms. I couldn't move due to my stick and waited shamefully as I tried to urge it down, watching her disappear up the stairs. I followed a few moments later. I saw her just get into a large very warm tub, there were lots of bubbles bouncing around the water, and it was very warm, bordering on hot. She had just dunked her head in and was sitting on the side, water to her shoulders. I joined her. "That wasn't very fair of you, was it?" "What, you mean... getting you all excited? At least I know I was right about you." We turn around and stare at the large room and all the other baths and bathers, checking out the other people. We are very calm and relaxed in the after-feeling of a good massage. She rubs my arm under the water, stroking it gently in a kind of intimate manner. We talk for a while. She's a chef, actually a celebrity chef from Chicago and has been here several times over the past months to film a TV special and promote her new book. Back home, she works nonstop and has a family, kids, and responsibilities. "I love my life, my children are wonderful and I adore my husband. He's at the university, a professor. But everything is so routine. Here I feel completely free to do anything I want, anything I think of, except with those television people around; I hope there aren't any here. You married?" I told her I wasn't any more, and was content with that status for the time being. Her husband, she recounted, didn't bang her enough, or in the ways she felt she wanted. "He's so conservative in bed, I would be mortified to tell him the things that turn me on." "Like what, I say?" "Oh, you know, dirty things, things you only read about, really nasty things. I now have a public persona, at least to a few people, and I cannot ever let it be known how I feel about my body and what I think I might enjoy. Being one who works with foods and flavors, experimenting with tastes, I always think about different ways my body can be used to enhance pleasure for myself and others. Unfortunately I can't share this with the man I share my life with. But I've decided to seek other ways to satisfy those urges." Needless to say, my mind was racing. Her stroking reached my hand and her fingers were intertwined and moving with mine. Looking at a couple of Germans, fat and fleshy in another bath a few meters away, she changed the subject. "That couple, you think they please each other sexually?" "Do you think they fuck often," I crudely offered. "Yeah, I suppose that's what I mean," she replied. "Probably not, too much bratwurst in his belly, too much insulation in hers," I commented. "I think he likes to watch her undress," she began describing the pink fleshy couple, "then ask her to sit on his face and pee." She watched me for a reaction. I was shocked but hearing her thoughts gave me a warmth in my loins, though covered by the roiling Jacuzzi bubbles. "He probably likes to have her suck off his fat sausage while he sticks a few fingers in her cunt and finger fucks her." I couldn't believe the language coming out of my princess's mouth. "I'll bet he even gets a finger in her ass and she likes it, old hag." She was so mean, I loved hearing her viciousness. I was getting really turned on, though we were still feeling weak. As a couple holding hands under water, talking quietly to each other, naked in this communal pool, nothing was unusual to anyone observing us. I put my mouth to her ear, drinking in the foresty scent of the massage oil on her neck and hair and whispered. "Are those things you'd like me to do with you?" She turned to me, hands still intertwined and said softly, "I've got to pee, do you know where the toilet is? If you don't, I'll probably pee right here in this pool, but I'd prefer not to, just as a matter of good mantra; I mean if everyone decided to..." "I don't know where the toilet is but I'll help you find one, besides, I've got to pee also and I'm really hot in this bath here." We got out, draped ourselves loosely in our over fluffed towels and wandered though the rooms until we found the familiar WC sign on a small door, no gender designated. I turned the handle, it was empty; we went in. In the small room was a toilet on one wall, a sink on a side wall, and a large mirror above the sink. Both inside, I locked the door and immediately watched my cock grow in size and begin to rise horizontally. Carla unwrapped her towel and hung it on the hook and walked to the toilet. That was the first time I had seen her backside uncovered, since we had been underwater or wrapped in towels up until now. Right above her ass crack, at the small of her back, in the center, was a tattoo of a whisk, the cooking tool. "Is that a whisk above your ass?" I asked. "Yeah. My husband didn't like it at first, but since it came with me, he's gotten used to it. I almost forgot I have it there. My kids think it's pretty funny when they see it. I had it done when I finished a long cooking course in France some years ago." She had taken a seat on the toilet and looked at my stiffening cock and said, "You're not thinking about putting that thing in me here, are you? I'm having a relaxing bath experience now and want to continue." And after a few short moments of silence I heard her tinkling away as she peed her bladder empty, the final driplets pinging against the porcelain. I've always had a thing for beautiful women on toilets and felt I should let her know. I was still standing right in front of her, about a meter away. "Pee on my face, right now," she commanded. She didn't make any move to wipe herself (why bother) and came out with this crazy idea. My dick was half hard and it was about to get difficult to pee, though I had to. I had to concentrate to think about getting the piss to flow, though my bladder was close to bursting. "Come on, are you afraid, do you think it's disgusting?" I couldn't believe this amazing creature, getting depraved more and more as our time together increased. She was nuts, but a wonderful nuts! I let it rip and a strong yellow stream hosed her face, first over her eyes, into her hair, then lower, around her nose, it washed down her gorgeous face and as it shot toward her mouth, she opened and tried to catch what she could. The arc occasionally went right in between her gaping lips, but more often than not, she caught the flow down from her hair and face. She was trying to drink as much as possible before I emptied out and the stream ended. I loved him pissing on me. I had always wanted that experience, but being so married and basically shy had never had the opportunity. My husband would never want to hear anything like that. It was exciting and fresh and tasted great. I loved teasing Red into a hard-on which obviously he couldn't dangle around in public. I thought for a brief moment how convenient it would be to be a lesbian and just do this naturally with another woman. But I deeply loved getting fucked so I began to conjure up how we would couple. "Wow," I gasped, "that wasn't as salty as I thought. Does that turn you on?" "I want you to promise me everything inside you." He responded, "Where did you come up with that idea?" "I told you I had nasty ideas. I could never even talk about that at home." Her face still dripping, her lips trying to catch excess drops, I helped her up and we left the bathroom. "Your dick is sticking up, I think that's so rude, watching guys in a public nude environment with hard-ons," she teased. A Matter of Taste Ch. 01 I faced the wall and willed it to shrink. Walking together, her face wet with my pee, no one knew the difference; it looked like bath water. We laughed and went in a very hot steam sauna. We lay down on different benches, my eyes close to her crotch level. The air was thick with steam and there were several people in there. It was fairly dark and very hot and wet. We returned to our wet-noodle state of depleted energy. I closed my eyes and thought about her, about peeing into her face. What a perfect piss cunt to meet, I thought. I opened my eyes suddenly to the sound of someone in a far corner pouring cold water from the wooden ladle over himself and his companion. They returned to their seats. I took a look at Carla, one step above me, flayed out in the steam. Her hand was buried deep in her cunt, which was wide open, viewable only to my angle; two fingers silently playing with the lips, dripping with wetness. It was steamy and wispy and hard to see anything further than a few feet away, so I don't even know if she saw me. I was thinking, "this chick is sex; pure lust, dirty, nasty, uninhibited, and willing. And she wants me." Anything more and I probably would've come on the spot. I had my fingers up my twat getting my insides ready while the steam and heat clouded our sauna. I'm sure he peeked and saw me. I wanted to know how far I could go. If there were no other people in the room, I might have tried sitting on him or at least putting one of his fingers in me, just for fun. I was completely free and feeling like I could break every social ritual around. If it hadn't been for the incredible heat and the shrunken state of our energy, he would've burst his balls right there, I was sure. We left the sauna and jumped in a cold pool, shocking us back to brittle feeling. We quickly went into a very hot bubbling tub with about ten others in it. We sat on the bubbles and she turned to me, putting a hand on my thigh, brushing my limp underwater cock lightly. "Are you going to invite me to dinner, or do you have some important business meeting?" I told her of my favorite restaurant in the city, which she not only knew of, but knew the chef as well and was impressed that I selected it. "I already have an 8 p.m. reservation, I'm sure they'll find room for two of us." We talked about how and when to meet and discovered we were staying in the same hotel. We left the water, returned to the locker rooms, got dressed and left. We walked back to the hotel very relaxed, me unbelievably horny, and stopped at the bar for a drink before going to our rooms for a rest. An anxious hour later I met him in the lobby and we proceeded to the restaurant on foot. I wore my black elegant low-cut dress, high heels worn very chic. Man was she a knockout and she had the unusual ability to be able to walk in those fuck-me shoes. Her blond hair contrasted against her dark clothes in a stunning manner. She started telling me her wishes as we walked. "Since no one really satisfies my cravings, I don't make a habit of extra-marital affairs, I satisfy myself. I've always had a great ass since high school, but no one fucks it, certainly not my husband, and I think a lot of having it filled with pleasure. Now I want to put anything and everything up it, when I do myself at home, I use a lot of foods, I've even bought some dirty toys over the years. Why am I telling you this?" I was stunned and my dick was jerking to attention as we walked. "Because I'm really relaxed, far from home, and you've peed on my face before I've even gotten to know you," she laughed. I was thinking about all the after-hours experimentation at the restaurant with zucchini and cucumbers in my office. I once slid an enormous beautiful curved English cucumber into my back hole with butter to help it in, it was so dirty. I remember plain as day, I casually walked into the vegetable cooler, clipboard in hand and picked out a good sample. On my way back to the office, I stole a prepared cup of whipped butter on a tray among dozens. I locked my office door, sat down on my chair, put my feet on the desk and eased off my pants and panties. I buttered my asshole good; I just frigged my clit and pumped the organic vegetable in and out until I came monumentally. I don't think I had any pain or trouble getting it in, though I'm sure I went in slowly. I remember that time in particular, I took out the hard, now warm tube, the end tainted brown and filmy; I licked it off and felt really naughty. I always think of the bitterness now when I eat cucumbers. The other management staff had all gone home, it was around 1:30 at night, only the cleaning staff was still there and I heard them talking only a few yards away outside my locked door. Like a gentleman, he held the door for me when we arrived. We were shown to a good table and the maitre d' recognized me and kissed both cheeks, surprised at my guest, whom she didn't know. The bar sent over some complimentary glasses of champagne and we ordered. On top of being rather cute and apparently interested in me, he seemed really smart and well-travelled. He did interesting work, knew a lot about all sorts of things and cared a tremendous amount about food, a real asset in my book. He was a great conversationalist and we talked for what seemed like hours. Perhaps it was the long lost feeling of meeting someone new after routine sets into your romantic life and you yearn for the little pings that create electricity up and down your spine. We polished off a bottle of very expensive wine and were well into our second bottle. Our third and main courses were in front of us, partially finished as we were slowing down a little. We had grown quite intimate since arriving at the restaurant, much more than at the baths as we discovered we really liked each other. The wine had made us certainly looser and we began searching each other's eyes. "Why did you tell me all about your ass obsession?," he asked me. "I told you, I just felt comfortable with you, I don't know why; probably because I tasted your piss and think you might even have some nasty thoughts of your own. You have to understand my life; I'm a housewife to a very considerate but conservative man. I have a high profile job in a very trendy place where most of my employees are gay and probably are not only really nasty, but are fucking each other during their shifts in my freezers sticking salamis and cucumbers inside each other before serving them up to unsuspecting customers. I have to go along being a pure spirit and thinking only about the output of my restaurant. I have sensuous feelings too; probably more developed than those young animals who work for me; only I have no outlet, no one to even talk about it with, not even my best friend, who, incidentally, is bisexual herself." He was silent while taking it all in. He poured us both some more wine. "I guess I understand, Carla," he said, "but do you want me to exchange my secrets with you? Is that what you want?" I looked at him warmly and whispered, "Not your secrets, Red, but your substance; your fluids, your love, your lust. I'm horny and you hit a spot for me. Can you handle true lust and absolute nastiness?" "Not only can I handle it, love, I wrote the book on it." "We'll see about that," I replied. "I have to pee, all that wine." She left the table and I continued to work on my glass, my venison medallions half-eaten and top-rate. I didn't want to eat without her so I waited patiently. A flashing fear ran through me that she had escaped suddenly, having committed an enormous joke and leaving me with a bulging erection and shattered fantasies. But no, she returned a short while later and sat down elegantly. She looks me in the face and says gently, "I peed a gallon or two; I was thinking of you wetting my face today. I wanted to save some for you, but I have a feeling there will be more." Replacing her napkin on her lap, she took out a small folded tissue from her purse and catches my eye. Unfolding it on the corner of the table, she removes a small dark morsel that looks like a small round piece of dark meat. She carefully forks it on my plate, like another piece of venison, and delicately covers it with sauce and morels; she is after all a chef. She returns the tissue to her own lap. Looking carefully in the dim romantic light, I am stunned to identify the tidbit as something to have freshly left her exquisite inners. This amazing beauty whom I have seen naked, drooled over, have pissed on but not yet even kissed, has lovingly given me a sampling of her brown butter to eat, in public, no less. I have never felt so excited at the prospect of eating something. Our eyes locked. My dick was pressing not only against my pants leg but was trying to lift the entire table. "I've made something for you, try it," she said while looking around to see if anyone noticed anything. I took my knife, cut it in half gently, put some sauce on it and forked it to my mouth. I chewed carefully. It's a bit hard, not tough as my saliva breaks it down. I taste the dark bitter lust flavor, very gut-tasting, but not too different from the venison, though much stronger. Somewhat salty but more bitter. The morels make it earthy. I push it alongside my molars before swallowing, letting her know I've done it. She stares at me and runs her tongue along her lower lip. I lift my wine glass to my lips to wash it down. She immediately places her fork into the remaining half and as she begins placing some sauce upon it, we are interrupted. "Madame Carla, how nice to see you again. How is your meal?" It is the chef of the restaurant, who obviously has met Carla, knows of her fame, and has paid our table a courtesy visit. Other diners have their eyes on us. I think he's staring at the newly added tidbits. Carla makes friendly introductions between the two of us. "I see you have ordered the venison, I trust you find it to your satisfaction?" he asked, almost suspiciously. "It's unbelievable, I've never tasted anything like it before," I reply. He bows formally, kisses her on both cheeks, and returns to the kitchen. While giggling with embarrassment, Carla eats her morsel slowly, holding my eyes with hers. I watch her chew, moving it around her mouth and swallowing the self-gift. I have never seen or done anything so nasty. "It's kind of hard because that's the best I could get for you, I get really constipated while traveling. It doesn't bother me much, but only a little comes out at a time. I don't think I've had a good dump yet. She leans over and whispers, "You want to fuck me silly, don't you?" I answer, "I want to fuck you endlessly, everywhere, let's skip desert. I've been thinking about eating your cunt all night, since we came here." "I want you to eat my ass," she replies, "All of it. I want to wake up tomorrow morning with the feeling of your cum coolly dripping from my dank back hole." She pulls out a cigarette and tauntingly calls the waiter over to order dessert and coffee. Giving in to her whims, her excruciating teasing, I order cognac for us. I light a big expensive cigar and we leave the restaurant kind of rolling, holding onto each other. I've swallowed her morsel and still can't believe it. I push her gently into a doorway and kiss her lips. Out tongues greet each other. First the cigar, then the cognac, most recently washed over my taste buds, has the strongest flavor, but I definitely taste her mud. I lick the sides of her teeth and capture her tongue and hold it. My hand moves intuitively down her back into the top of her dress. "I want you here, anywhere," I say. "You'll have to take me and anything I give you, but not here on the street." Tightly arm in arm, we stagger into the hotel lobby and into the elevator. Along the way we pass cigar smoke into each other's mouth. She faces me and we continue our necking, this time my hand gets into the top of her panties around the back and inches down. I suddenly hear a long smooth fart from inches below my hand. A rich smell envelops our cage. My tongue darts deeper into her mouth. I can't believe I farted so loud when his hand began digging into my crack. In the elevator, no less. What if someone had come in? Anyway, he kind of surprised me with his reaction; tonguing me, rather throating me with his long tongue. Oh he tasted so good. I can't believe he swallowed my turd. I've eaten my own shit, but never someone else. End of Part 1 A Matter of Taste Ch. 02 Barb called me at my office around 11:30 and told me to wear the sexiest outfit I could assemble. She promised to pick me up at six o'clock sharp. We had spent a lot of time together over the past six days and since my wife and kids would be home the next day she had planned a special night for us. Barb and I have been fucking all week and she said that she wanted to introduce me to some of her friends. I left the office early to prepare for our special evening. I took a quick shower and shaved my legs and underarms. I wanted to look extra special tonight since I didn't know when I would get the chance to dress in public again. I pulled on my favorite black lace panties, and a black strapless longline bra, hooking the snaps in front and twisting it around my torso. I loved how tight it was. I inserted my breast forms and pulled on a very tight lycra and lace open-bottom girdle. I rolled on black fish-net stockings and attached the six straps. Four-inch fuck me pumps and my black shoulder length wig was the exact look I was going for. I went way over the line with my makeup and looked like a thousand dollar a night hooker. I put on my wife's black velvet cocktail dress, applied long fake nails, and painted them a light pink to match my lipstick. I accessorized with big hoop earrings and a choker. I was ready by six o'clock so I rolled a couple of joints, fired one up, and put the other one in my purse. At exactly six-thirty Barb walked into the kitchen and gave me a big wet kiss. I handed her the joint and she took a couple of long pulls on it. She admired my outfit and before we left she got on her knees, pushed up my skirt and girdle, and proceeded to suck me off and fill her mouth with a big hot load of my cum. She immediately stood and planted an open mouth kiss on my lips which allowed the cum to slide down my throat. She told me she had planned a night of dinner, drinking, and dancing, but we were to make one stop at her friend Kim's to pick her up. Two other women, Caroline and Liz would meet us at the Blue Dolphin Grille. I knew Kim and her husband Tom quite well so I was a little hesitant to go to the door. Barb insisted that Tom wouldn't be home and that Kim was expecting us in for a glass of wine. Of course Tom answered the door. He didn't recognize me, but it would only be a matter of time since he couldn't take his eyes off of my legs and ass. Kim winked at me and we went to the study where she poured out a nice merlot. The door rang and in walked Liz and Caroline with their husbands. Barb just laughed at me when matter-of-factly Liz's husband Joe said, "Hiya Mike! nice ass!" Everyone in the room then laughed and my knees buckled and I almost fainted. I was utterly embarrassed and ran from the room. Barb and Tom ran after me and tried to console me. I was ruined! My secret was out and I was a laughing stock. How could I ever face these folks again? Barb kissed me and said it was alright. Tom put his arm on my shoulder and said, "You know buddy, you look very sexy." He paused a moment then pulled me close and tenderly kissed me. I couldn't believe it! I'm not gay! What is going on here! I kissed him back. We embraced and he lovingly hugged me as he slipped his tongue deep into my mouth. Our tongues danced as he pulled me close. Oh my God! His hard cock poked my leg. His big dick poked me in my leg and I loved it! I let my hand fall and brushed it against his beefy dick. It looked like a big sausage in his pants. I just had to see his cock! Barb quietly left the room and I grabbed Tom's cock. "Want to see it baby?" he asked. "Oh my, yes Tom please!" I begged. He unzipped his fly and pulled out a beautiful smooth thick cock. "Taste it honey", he moaned, "Suck my dick, suck it like the whore you look like." Could this be happening? Before I knew it I was on my knees swallowing as much of his cock as I could. I had never sucked another man's cock before, but it came so naturally to me. I loved the taste and texture of his cock. In short order I was pumping his big rod with my hands as I bobbed up and down on the meaty shaft. And then he came. His hot cum exploded in my mouth as he pulled his cock from my throat. I gulped his cum as quickly as I could and then he shot two long steams of jism on my chin and neck. He then rubbed his spent cock on my cheek and pulled me to my feet. He then led me by the hand to a bedroom upstairs. Joe was already there sitting on the bed. He was slowly stroking his fair sized cock and Tom pushed me to the floor in front of him. I opened my mouth and Joe forcefully rammed his cock deep into my throat. I gagged but he didn't stop. He began to fuck my mouth and throat and he held my head with two hands. I could barely catch my breath he was pumping so fast. He didn't last very long, but he when he came it filled my mouth and I swallowed every drop. My own cock was throbbing and needed relief too. I began to rub it knowing I would cum quickly myself. Then Vincent walked in. He pushed me back on the bed and spread my legs. Oh no! I thought he was going to fuck my ass! I really wasn't ready for that to happen and he noticed my apprehension. "Don't worry doll, he said. He spread my legs apart and freed my hard cock from my panties. He tenderly stroked it and then went down on me, taking my hard cock into his mouth. I came almost immediately. He took every drop of my cum and then he kissed me and deposited it into my mouth. By this time Barb reappeared wearing a big black strap-on dildo but that is another story for another time… A Matter of Taste Ch. 02 We arrived at my room, as I insisted, he didn't resist and rolled into the room, hardly fumbling with the lock. Our clothes were on the ground before the door closed. I tore all his clothes off and pulled him down on the bed, his dick sticking out. It now looked huge, probably a nine-incher and thick but not gross or pudgy. I knew I could fit him somewhere. He got everything of mine off except my panties, which I wouldn't cede yet. His fingers were down my crack gaining toward my asshole, richly moistened by my recent turd. I hadn't wiped intentionally, though there had been little smear. There was still a very small piece of cling on my panties and his fingers found it. He was kissing my neck and rubbing my back with the other hand. He pinched the remains and brought out his hand, looking at the fingers. There was a small flat bit of my shit in between his fingers and he just licked them off, smeared his tongue around his mouth, and resumed kissing me. I gasped as one hand rubbed one of my breasts and his lips found a stiff nipple. My gut cramped for a brief moment and some anal seepage leaked out, most absorbed by my panties. He gently placed a finger along my cunt top and worked it down into the slit, now getting wet and slimy. It went in. My pelvis bucked and my lips swallowed the finger. It very quickly found my clit and started teasing it. Before long, two fingers were doing duty in my snatch, now practically gushing. Still standing, I gyrated my hips to his rhythm until we fell in a tangled mess onto the bed. His fingers stayed and soon I was close to cumming. My orgasms are typically circular in nature, they come from all around my pussy and clit and encircle my whole lower region, then the feelings dissipate in reverse. I quivered with a light rolling half-cum and slurped his mouth in unison. We held the kiss a long time. My hand went to his raging hard-on. I wanted that thing in me but at the same time, knowing boys, I didn't want him to spurt his energy off too soon. I wanted fun; this was my one time "away" from my life and it was going to be a holiday like no other. As my panting subsided we rolled over so that he was on his back. He grabbed for my tits but I quickly straddled him and sat on his face. I wanted that tongue back up my twat and deep. I was facing his legs and took his sexy buns in my hands, curling them and kneading the flesh as I brought my lips to the tip of his cock, standing at attention. I licked the tip, teasing out a small dribble of clear wetness. I tasted it's saltiness and the flavor warmed me. With the fingering, my insides were all moving. I realized I really needed to pee again, and the little gift I had dropped in the restaurant had done nothing for the continued built-up feeling in my gut. I still hadn't had a good dump in days and I felt a little motion there as well. Nevertheless, I was incredibly horny and wanted his love. His beautiful tool went in my mouth and as soon as I took it to the back of my throat, I gagged, laughed a little and slurped around it. "You all right?," he asked. "Mmmmmm... I'm great." I replied with tongue twisted around that amazing rod. I massaged the circumcised head all around and felt the blood engorging on the sides. I began massaging his balls from behind, which felt like they were expanding like a balloon as it blows up. I started an up and down mouth fucking motion on his dick, letting the tip go almost to my lips before sliding to my throat, back and forth. As he began moaning, I relaxed my legs and hips, and let the full weight of my pelvic area fall onto his mouth, forcing his lips and tongue into my cunt. Her cunt was all wet and tasted better than anything I could've imagined. Still freshly tangy and a little fishy from the finger cum, I just poked in every fold, under each lip. Slowly and carefully, searching for a nerve that made her jerk. I flattened my tongue and press-licked up and down from the flower opening to her clit button, which demanded extra attention. Her hips began heaving up and down as the pace quickened. My cock was fucking her mouth, or actually she was bobbing her beautiful blond head up and down over my stationary pole and it felt like heaven. My load was beginning to build and I didn't know how much longer I could wait. I wanted desperately to eat her completely before I came in her mouth and even thought of pulling out just to fuck another hole. Just as her heaving became really heavy and I knew she was on the brink, she jammed her bottom hard into my face, causing my nose to stick right into her precious asshole. I was staring right at the whisk, which was gyrating round and round with her motions. She stopped sucking my dick. With my nose buried in her brownie, a very long and wet fart came out over several seconds directly into my system. It was as if nothing escaped into the air. Deeply rich and dank smell filled my senses, the scent of her bowels, of her caked up waste after all these days. I responded by attempting to get more inside her butt with my nose, now wet with some of the rich hot anal broth. She maneuvered her twat back over my mouth and I immediately returned to slinging out her cunt, so slimy and sexy tasting. With that fart out and realizing I wasn't going to leave, she just came with almost violent shakes, nearly breaking my jaw (I felt). That whisk really started mixing up an incredible sauce! I kept at it and just about halfway through the orgasm, while she was still bucking, I inserted my middle finger into her luscious bottom, wet from her fart, the whole area fairly lubricated. As she lessened her movements, she slid her ass around my finger, now up to the last knuckle; it didn't bother her at all, in fact it went in quite easily. My tongue still lightly dancing around the sloppy insides of her cleaned-out cunt, she still has most of her weight on my face, I curl the finger around the inside of her ass. My cock, still expectantly rigid, is now bobbing outside her mouth, alongside her face. She barely finishes her cum-down and as her breathing subsides, she murmurs, "Oohhhh, jeez... that was really.... fine... ommmm, no one licks me like that, it's been sooooo long since... mmmm..." My finger in no way bothers her and I pull it out to see how lubricated her brownie is. It slides right out. It's slightly brown and looks absolutely tasty. I can't help it but I put it in my mouth, savoring the film, similar to my restaurant taste. I clean my finger and just as quickly, I slide it back in, gingerly. She wiggles her ass to accept it and just as it reaches the last knuckle and stops, her cunt relaxes totally all around my mouth and chin and I taste a wetness that begins in dribbles and soon turns to a geyser. Carla is peeing right in my mouth, right on my chin, on my face. I race to position myself to capture all of the wonderful liquid. It's really strong, I can smell and taste the asparagus we just ate from this warm, fresh urine pouring into me. Oh is this divine. Salty, pungent, very strong of sweat and body. I love it. "Red, you're great, a real sport and a true lover. I hope you don't mind." My mouth is too full to answer. I drink every last drop, guzzling it down. This is what I wanted so much when I saw her. The sensations and taste are about to make me spurt and I feel my balls swell again. So does she and she withdraws from my face and turns around, facing me now, releasing my finger from her asshole. She gently positions herself over my towering flesh. She grabs the head and inserts the tip into her cunt, all wet with pee and her juices and slowly sits down on me, I'm still lying on my back. He grabbed my tits, one in each hand and starts massaging them round and round, moving toward the stiff nipples. His rigid cock goes in me easily, not because it's small, but because I think my cunt never fully recovered from childbirth and isn't as tight as when I was 20. He showed no complaints as he filled me up; I felt him push toward my uterus, way high, my position helping matters. He started pumping this time, slowly up and down. I leaned over to kiss his pissy mouth, but his dick started to inch out and I only wanted to keep it up in me. I was working toward my third climax in this short time. I rubbed his chest and moved my hands back toward his hips as he began bucking. He was impaling me best he could and I felt the thrusts deeper and deeper with each stroke. It was wonderful. "You are filling me so deep, Red. I want this to last forever." "Me too, but it can't, I'm too close." "You fuck me deep and hard, I know you want to, you nasty piss drinker," I laughed. She was in a strong rhythm gaining toward another cum when something very strange happened. She slowed down her humping very quickly and moaned slowly. Then she grunted quietly, then again. With my dick deep inside her, she quickens the pace again, feverishly. She grinds toward orgasm, and a big shit smell envelopes us, I hear a slippery fart and smell a deeply body scent. I get absolutely rigid and pump more furiously and she groans and gasps as she comes hard. My throbbing cock feels through her vaginal wall the movement down her lower bowel as a mass travels; it's a glorious sensation. I can feel her mud sliding through her rectum as she contracts, coming like a banshee. As her breath grows quicker, she pushes, grunts loudly and a mound shits out of her beautiful ass. A sudden fervent and deep smell fills our air, pure of her insides, luscious in its dirtiness, sulphur and flesh. The turd rolls down her cheeks, as our humping gets more intense, it's sticking and dropping over my asshole, to a small lumpy pile on the bed. It's not a log, but a bumpy small pile, the size of a large marbles. She reaches a roaring climax and I am trying desperately to hold off still, though admittedly, it's painfully difficult. As she screams, "ohhhh," her right hand moves behind and she plugs a finger into her smell hole, pulsing it in and out of the fresh filth. I really fucked the shit out of her, literally. I slide my hand around her ass, cupping it from below and slide a finger in her asshole alongside her own. It goes in very easily with the greasy clay and the wetness. The opening is really giving and loose, our two intertwined fingers inching inside her ass. As his dick penetrated my depths, my cunt gave in and gripped him deeper. I began coming a luxurious climax and just as my inners began pulsing hard, I felt a contraction or some spasm in my gut and the relief of a shit being passed through my body. My cumming caused my intestines or something in there to push out some wonderful turds. And there they lie. Red wasn't at all put off. The smell was strong and pungent, mine. He reached around to stroke my sensitized brownie, which was getting pretty relaxed by now. The orgasm was very central to my pussy, but I felt it deeply in my bowels, perhaps because they were so full. My drop was rather small and I still felt pretty full back there. He was going to have to dig it out if it didn't come by itself, but I'd take more fucking if he could. After I pushed him out, I didn't want him to squirt his load just yet, he almost brutally flipped me over on my stomach and gently pushed my face into my pile. I didn't know what he intended, but quickly two of his fingers were in my cunt from the back, trying to find my clit, beginning to pump. I tongued a broken chunk and brought it into my mouth. I took my hand and began pinching one of my nipples and brought Red's hand to the other, positioning his fingers on the stiff tip. As he finger-fucked my cunt and pinched my tit, I chewed my own shit, it was nasty and good. This was almost sweet and a little softer. Before I swallowed, I turned around and pasted my mouth to his, passing the mess to him, sharing and spreading it with my tongue. We chewed and swallowed it together. "I'm sorry Red, I messed the bedsheets." "Wow, don't worry, they're the hotel's." "That doesn't freak you out? I've never done that before, ever, not with anyone." "You taste amazing, not at all what I had expected, not blond, or at least what I thought you might taste like. It's so sensual and strong." I kissed her deeply, passionately and long. We embraced tightly, trading this unbelievable body mud, back and forth. It was sensuous. I felt her hard sharp nipples against mine as my rock hard rod urgently slammed against her thigh begging entrance somewhere. I still wasn't ready, though I could've come an ocean's worth any second. Our tongues dove into each other's mouths and then as I opened my eyes, I noticed along one wall in the faint light a basket generously filled with fresh vegetables and jars. "What's that over there?" I murmured in her ear, having not really noticed anything in the room up to this point, solely concentrating on her absolute beauty? "That? The bag? Oh, Jean-Paul, one of the French chefs on the television program who lives here always sends me local goodies to my hotel to munch on and taste. I haven't even checked it out yet. He usually gives me beautiful cheeses and wine as well. I can't believe you're hungry, Red?" I left her sitting on her knees, upright for a moment, kissed her forehead and left the bed for a moment to look in the bag. Right at the top of the overflowing elegant basket were a couple of striking zucchini. I took a long curved one, fairly thick and returned quickly to my passion woman. My blond, gorgeous, slightly-freckled friend. "What are you thinking of doing with that," she asked, a little scared. He firmly turned me around, still on my knees, and guided my head back down into the little pile I had left on the sheets, placing my ass high in the air. He didn't force my head into my droppings, but I was hungry for more myself, having cleaned each other's mouths completely. I tongued the small clumps and as I did so I felt his tongue attack my asshole again. It went in so deeply I could feel his breath. He slurped in circles and sent shivers everywhere. There's no feeling like a complete rimming and no one can do it like Red. He kept going, desperately trying to get inside me. I yielded more of my rectum by pushing out, giving him more surface which to taste. As I did so, I felt a feeling of liquid starting to gush from my bowels; I was afraid I'd let a flow of vile watery filth onto my absolute lover, into his mouth. As I attempted to hold back, I immediately knew it was gas and let a gushing wet fart out. Long and fragrant, he lapped it up. It left my hole slimy and waiting. "Oh, Carla, you are heaven," he said. I then felt the tip of something cold and hard and before I could identify what it was, one of zucchinis had slid three inches into me. I didn't resist, but sucked in my bowels as he pushed the full eight or nine inches in, the tiny flowered stalk remaining outside. Since my ass is fairly loose from all my frigging and the licking, fingering, and shit grease, it felt full and not painful at all. In fact, I felt so full, so complete, I mouthed the remaining morsel and chewed up my last shit from the bed. It was drier, having been out in the air for awhile. With the green dildo impaling my pooper, Red pulled me back around to face him, sitting on the bed. He came over to me and kissed me again, trying to claim some of my mouth clay and tonguing it into our gums. He pinched my nipple hard again, almost causing me to yell, but my mouth was full of his. His fingers found my cunt and two went in my open box. He rocked me back and sitting on the zucchini end jammed it deeper into my innards. The fingers began arching upward inside and he found a rhythm to finger fuck me while helping my weight ass fuck myself with the vegetable. I began panting again. I didn't think I could come again so quickly but the buildup feelings had begun again, this time centered around my pussy. A third finger was added without much effort. He turned his hand to kind of scoop my vagina in a gesture to open it wider, while thrusting in and out. My pussy juice was making the hole a sopping cave. I whispered, "more, Red, more." I felt I just couldn't get enough of him inside me. He shifted his weight a little and locked his left hand under my right leg, forcing it back to my tits, almost, exposing my vulva as much as possible, stretching my whole body to yield to him. A fourth finger was in and he bit my nipple now, very hard, moving it between his teeth. The rocking motion was making me shake now; four fingers furiously fucking my gash with the zucchini filling my ass to the hilt, pushing in and out. I desperately coaxed, "more, please, give me all, now, please..." She was rocking back and forth intensely on my four fingers, the zuch up her perfect ass and she was out of breath. I kissed her and tasted her fever. I bit her tits so hard she yelped. I didn't want to hurt her but was taken to another place by her pleasure. She kept going faster and faster. The ass was all open now, hardly any resistance to the curved foodpiece pounding her. She asked for more. I bent my thumb under the index finger and was able to get all five fingers in her cunt. She definitely felt the pain of stretching but grabbed my wrist and pulled the whole hand in, twisting it around to get it to go in and up. I felt a ring of tightness surround the hand as it went up. She let out a big groan, either pain or pleasure, but took a deep breath, which relaxed that muscle enough for her to fully jam my fist in her. It was sopping and stretched and she rocked aggressively for several moments on her ass while pulling and pushing my hand into her depths. My wrist was up to her pussy hairs and she was beginning to whine. With his fist in me, I felt an incredible pain at my twat's mouth, but wanted it up toward my cervix, past the ring. I somehow got that to loosen and forced his hand up and began pumping his fist in me. The rod in my ass was giving me a feeling of being pounded all over. He seemed a little confused, I think he didn't want to hurt me. I couldn't have cared. I didn't want to see any blood but I thought that my cunt is so stretched anyway, I could handle it. He continued to bite my mouth and nipple and I rocked both probes within me until I felt the waves of orgasm creep from deep within my womanhood. I gave into his fist opening, the fingers reaching for my inner flesh, then closing. He then pumped harder with his fist, twisting his arm around one way, then back the other in a circular motion while thrusting up and down my huge love slit, it was as if he were literally screwing his arm into my womb. As his pulse quickened, so did mine to meet his motions. "Ooohhhhhh.... Jeeeeeez, ohhhh REDDDD, fuck, fuck... your arm is making me, oh.......shit... yaaaaahhhhhhhhhh," she grunted and moaned in ecstacy. The coming was so strong I shook and shook and swear I gushed more juice. I blindly held onto his wrist and kept trying to get more of him in me. I think at the end I got up to half his forearm in me. I bucked my entire woman flesh to meet his groping fingers, I felt them grab and wriggle around as I shook and shook. It lasted over a minute I'd estimate, but who can know. I yelled and threw my entire body onto his hand, the fingers still dancing way up inside me. I was completely fuzzy and can't even remember it ending. I do recall him licking his hand and forearm over me, lying below him, panting like a dog, completely sated, my ass still full of zucchini. Limp as a rag, I no longer cared what he did, though his erection was now raging and begging relief. I hardly had the strength to blow him. But he repositioned me over his cock, on my knees, dildoed ass down on his mouth. When I pulled my arm out of her gaping cunt, it was dripping with her. I held in my fingers many globs of white yeasty stringy substance I managed to collect while fisting her. She was coming down off her high and not in pain, there was no blood so I was pretty sure I hadn't damaged her in any serious way, I hoped. I eagerly lapped up the dripping cunt snot, tasting very sweaty and a lot like menstrual juice. I really was hungry for anything she could give me from her insides. I cleaned my arm and hands with my tongue and offered my smeared fingers to Carla's beautiful delicate mouth, which gently obliged. She was so dreamy I don't know if she knew what it was. I felt like eating some more of her so I slid under her ass, helping her head toward my longing cock. A Matter of Taste Ch. 02 Carla slowly pushed out the long vegetable slowly and it slid onto the bed next to my face. I had her asshole right above my face, my nose now buried in it. I turned to the green prod and saw the end was caked with her delicious shit. I wasted no time in licking it in and swallowing it. I wanted her insides, I wanted her meat. I smelled her musk and returned my tongue to her anus. Her asshole, now raw and red, was a little pushed out from the zucchini-dildo fucking and the round rim was purple and pulsing. The hole was open a little even without anything in it and I stretched it with two fingers as wide as I could before she reflexively shuddered. I smeared some brown skim over the whisk. "Your whisk is stirring up some chocolate cream sauce," I joked. She laughed slightly, kind of giggled, still in a rhapsodic daze. Plunging into her shitty depths, I deep-throated her ass trying my best to get the walls of her expanding rectum, to clean the slime, the clay, the ass snot, the anal pre-cum, whatever it was, I wanted it all. I went at it side-to-side and in and out. I went fast and furious. The sensations brought her to life again. Her head was dangling over my hardened patient but throbbing prick but she hadn't touched it. She was too spent just yet. As my tongue caused her bowels to quiver, a deep anal spasm responded and a neat, hard three inch turd wormed its way down her passages, pushed my tongue out and slid into my mouth. It was about an inch across, quite substantial for a poor girl who hasn't pooped in days. I kept it in my mouth and floated it around. I bit off half, smeared it onto her ass cheeks and around the hole, and swallowed the rest, savoring the tremendous flavor. Having come from directly up her gut, it was warm and nuttier than her first drop. There was a stench from her insides, but it was so rich, I drank it in. I had his dick below me and began tonguing the tip. I took it in all the way, letting it graze my throat and feeling the head engorge. I could taste his cum. I could already feel the incredible rush of him jolting his thick white cream into my mouth. My tongue and lips lapped his rod and it quivered. He withdrew it suddenly. "I don't want to come yet, my love, please, wait," he whispered. He had opened my asshole with his fingers and was deep rimming me. I loved it that he called me, "my love," it was a sign of the pure intimacy we were sharing. It was detached from our other lives but was unbelievably close; that's why I think we were able to completely ingest each other. It felt like my entire anal cavity was wet, slimy, and filled with his tongue. I hardly recovered from the mammoth fisting and my tingling nerves were shaking in anticipation again. The activity caused a surprise to emerge. It felt like a small turd, it passed quickly from up high in my intestines to my rectum and I presumed into his mouth. I didn't know if he was eating it, but I felt him rub my ass and back with something mucky and the smell was ripe, dank, and shitty. I may have farted as well, I don't remember. With his dick alongside my face and his tongue reaching deeper into me, I stuck my nose into his asshole. It was hairy and deliciously sweaty, a tinge of shit in the scent. I drooled a glob of saliva on his brown flower, which glistened, and slid one finger in him. He responded by pushing out to meet me, accompanied by a moan. I pulled it out and salivated again, reinserting the finger and began finger fucking him to my knuckle. He started to meet my rhythm and soon I added a second finger, starting a scissors-like motion, attempting to widen his hole. It was right at my face and the fingers were going in and out smoothly, he didn't mind at all. I pulled them out and jammed my hungry tongue way up there, like he was doing to me, into the loosened filth pot. There were a few scraps of his residue, which I desperately licked and tried to bite. He started cooing and breathing hard, his dick pulsing by itself. I was really afraid he would shoot off on the sheets, wasting everything, but I couldn't stop. I nibbled his pink ring, trying to open it wider and slurped everywhere, getting louder. Two fingers went in again, this time to the hilt. Extracting them, they were now covered with his shit, solid brown clumps and a lot of smear. I stuck them in my mouth and cleaned them completely, savoring his food. I went back for more and pulled them out again equally covered, this time first licking them and then reaching behind me to feed into his mouth interrupting his rimming. As he ate his clumps, I inserted my tongue and pulled his buttocks to me as hard as I could, gaining a lot of flesh. We were in this state of absolutely dying to eat each other completely and knowing no bounds. It was so sensuous, it smelled like a shit farm and deeply funky and we were soaked and covered obscenely. I don't know why, but I saw my brownie stained zucchini and without any warning, I pushed the tip against his rim. I didn't want to stop my tonguing, but wanted to try this. It went in easily, and I kept pushing until the end protruded. I started fucking him slowly in and out. I know I hit a spot because he began writhing with pleasure as it sunk deeper. I really think he was about to explode so he stopped everything once again. Any more of this and I'd go crazy. The zucchini still in him, he pulls out and gets me to turn around, first kissing me for a long time. I give him some of his shit, he trades me some of mine. He sits me down facing him, leans me back, and lifts up my ass cheeks, exposing my wet and raw anus, still feeling somewhat full. He takes his rigid staff and pushes the head into my shit hole. It goes in so easily, I hard feel it, though it's quite engorged. I reach around and pull him toward me and he's in to the max in a second and now I feel him. He's packing me so hard, he thrusts aggressively. I try and jam the zucchini back into him. Now he's biting my nipple really hard. I think there's blood there in his passion. I really want to kiss him but know if I contort to do it, he'll pop out. He grabs a clump of shit from my buttocks and smears it in his mouth, then the remainder over my inflamed tit. His thrusts become quicker and my ass opens to him. I can't believe I'm feeling like coming. I grab my sore cunt and stroke my clit under his weight. I'm tingling and feeling wavy and my ass is now on fire. I actually experience a deep anal sensation as his fine cock plugs my pooper. My bowels are so full of everything. I know he is pushing any hope of my relief back up my gut, way up to my belly. I just bit her poor nipple, I didn't even think of any pain I could cause her. It was smeared with her rectal grease and I just craved eating more of her. My hammer went in her ass so easily I don't even think she felt the walls give to its bulbous head. Inside it felt heavenly, as if I was just preparing this whole time for that unfathomable feeling. I pushed her legs all the way back to her head, knees at the ears as far as she could bend. I saw some matted muck from her gorgeous blonde hair rub onto a freckled knee. The exposure of that brownie, all purple and puckered was begging me to fuck her there. Before I reached the back wall of her lower bowels, my rigid tool met some blockage. I kept pushing and knew it was her marvelous shit, clumped and stuck in there. I'm sure I pushed it further back into her, I felt the waxy substance give a little with my actions and envelope my cock. I nailed her harder thinking of that amazing woman, her amazing pleasure gut taking in my steamy meat. I felt her hand working her girl-knob, there must've been several fingers in her raw cunt, going in and out. I saw some blood on her nipples, most likely from my biting; she didn't flinch at all, I just ate and ate. I swallowed the remains of her poop, the muck from her mouth. I was so near coming I desperately wanted to kiss and drink her at once. This large zucchini was deeply embedded in my own asshole and as I rocked to thrust, it pushed up into my depths. I had a feeling of almost coming inside my asshole, way deep. She tried to grab it and pull it deeper, hoping to make it seem we were simultaneously ass-fucking each other. But when she reached around, I popped out. I was so afraid of spurting outside of her. I wanted so much to clutch her and unleash my flow into her most inner reaches. I wanted to hold her but couldn't because of our awkward position. Daringly, as I was so close to shooting, I grabbed a quick and passionate kiss on her lips, drinking in some of the mushed-in shit still in her mouth. I quickly turned her over once again and firmly pushed her head on the brown-stained pillow. Her mouth opened as she took in the final remains of the morsels and chewed aggressively. Her knees are supporting her weight, her ass straight up and out, its inviting brown and purple pulsing hole a bulls-eye target. Its so smeared and mucky with shit and saliva, its almost talking to me. I'm not sure what happened, but suddenly he pulls out as I try to grab his ass dildo and he's over me, kissing me deeply and longingly. I push some chewed-up brown dough into his mouth with my tongue, which he takes in entirely. Next thing I know, he throws me around, my face digging into the pillows with my ass high in the air, breathing toward the ceiling. My own mouth is busy savoring the last shit morsel and as I swallow it down, I feel him come up from behind me, everything leading to my essence, my center. He slams deep into me with a full single thrust. I am full, full, the smell, he thrusts harder, harder and screams. My shit is just getting jammed back deeper into my middle, my belly. My intestines must be bulging inside from the back pressure. The smell is enormous. I jam my hand hard into my panting cunt hole, rubbing my erect clit which points out and glistens purple. With an enormous thrust into my deep and wanting asshole, he comes with a terrific spash and jets what seems like gallons of ooze into me, pressure-hosing my mud into tight balls. He keeps thrusting for a long time, emptying his beautiful balls, rubbing my tits and biting them alternately in crazy passion. With a huge body slam, I came my jism all over her screaming insides. I pumped her shit chamber with all of my love squirt. I rocked, I rumped, I stumped, I spewed forth my center, my stringy grassy gunk, my funk in long powerful thrusts. The whisk was shuddering up and down under me as I grabbed onto her, arms around her abdomen clinging for dear life. As he rocks his fluid into my body, I reach around to hold onto the zucchini in him and pull hard. He screams in absolute pleasure. I wanted my rod to be longer, bigger, to reach farther up inside her pure insides, to her core, it was barely enough deep as it was, but it was heavenly. My parts are flaming from the thumping and I roil and shudder, my pussy crying and frothy goop spilling forth outside my body. We heaved together as I pumped furiously into her gaping flesh hole. She pushed out hard not to extract my hardness, but to make her loosened rings vulnerable to my thrusting advances. Her clay became more impacted with each spurt, sliding it up into her gut, back to the upper tubes. It felt like forever, my balls slamming violently against her perfect cheeks and cunny. As my liquid washed her inner passages, coating her fudge, we became one. He slowed down his thrusts, finally stopped, and fell onto me, popping his softening dick out of my anus. His entire weight on my spent body was an exact fit. We grabbed each other and kissed deeply for several minutes. I tasted his core, my own shit on his teeth, my tit blood, and our mixed saliva. Between our hungry and passionate mouths, I gently worked my cunt fingers, coated with steamy white goo from my reddened slit. He slathered it in and our tongues continued to reach far into each other's throats. I felt him squirm as he shitted out the vegetable, followed by a long resonating fart. I grabbed the zucchini and brought it to our locked mouths. We cleaned it off until it was shiny, finishing this unprecedented experience with several minutes of gentle massage. As I sat up, I saw his beautiful shriveled dick was almost all brown. I kissed it gently, taking it into my exhausted mouth. His limpness jerked a little and a final drop of cum dribbled onto my tongue, mixed with my deepest flavors. We separated and sat up several minutes later. "It's only one o'clock, the bar's open til 3 a.m., I'd love a beer, how are you doing?" he said. "OK," I replied, "Do we have to get dressed?" He put on his underpants over his flaccid brown penis and got dressed in his suit. He didn't wash up any more; his face was all but licked clean by me. I just threw my dress over myself; no underpants or bra. I bundled my hair up and wrapped the shitty part within the twirl. As we left the room, he came up behind me and kissed between my shoulders, exposed by the dress. "I left a big smear, didn't want anyone to see anything," he said. I turned around and kissed him lovingly. "Red, I don't know if I'll ever see you again after tonight, but I adore you and love you so physically, I really do." We walked toward the elevator and pressed the button.