In the bar, Red and I found a booth in a very dark corner. It was around 1:30 in the morning and there were a handful of regulars drinking and carrying on. No one paid us much attention as the evening's soccer match was being replayed loudly on the television across the room. We sat side by side against a wall and Red lit two cigars with the candle on our table.
He leaned over to give me the lit cigar and kissed me deeply very quickly before sticking the Cuban in my mouth. I tasted my fecal residue in his kiss, perhaps in my hair, on my skin, it was thrilling. I was sure the waiter or anyone else in the vicinity would pick up our nasty secret and run screaming.
"You don't know how sexy you smell," he whispered to me.
The waiter came over and we ordered two tall beers. He gave us a puzzled look and said something unintelligible in German, held his nose, indicating a putrid smell and yelled at another customer a few tables away, presumably a regular patron. A rough looking dog came weaseling out from beneath his owner's table on a leash. The waiter continued to berate the innocent customer for his dog's smell as he looked apologetically at us, gesturing at the dog. We laughed as he all but forced the poor man's mutt from the bar. Additionally, since this was a mineral spa town and the hotel a spa establishment, there were several running fountains decoratively installed in the walls, trickling sulfuric water. These fortunate scents covered up our foul-smelling selves.
Our beers arrived and we toasted, drinking the strong dark ale triumphantly. Red immediately began creeping his fingers under my dress, under the cover of the table. I of course was wearing no underwear and I kind of felt he wanted to see if he could get me off in public, in the dim setting.
I held the foamy stein in one hand and staring at her beautiful face, eased my other hand under her dress along the bench cushion we shared. The nearest customers, another couple, were two tables away and deeply engaged in conversation. Her lack of underwear made it inviting. I moved the tips of my fingers under her crack and began wiggling the middle finger into her impossibly tasty ass. The finger hit her buttonhole which impulsively shut tight! Carla wiggled her cheeks but the hole didn't budge. I pushed more aggressively but she held tighter and slithered her pucker outward to almost push my finger away. She maneuvered her cunt over my hand and two fingers slid in. In a final attempt, I attempted my still free fourth finger to gain entrance into her ass, right there in the bar. But she would have none of it. I looked into her face for a clue, but her dreamy eyes only fluttered as she cunted my fingers deeper within. She leaned over and kissed my neck, then my cheek as she slowly impaled herself now with my three fingers.
"Frig me deeper, but slowly Red," she said.
I lifted up the beer and took a long swallow as his fingers gently and quietly pulsed in my cunny, gaining ground each time I heaved. Finally his middle finger, the deepest, hit my end zone and his thumb covered my clit. It was hard to keep from attracting attention as we were. He managed to take a drink or two himself during this charade.
I pushed my fingers deep inside her. I was absolutely crazy about this woman. Suddenly, deep in her cunt, two fingers jammed to the hilt as she bore her entire weight down on my hand, I felt something hard and round, like a marble. I dug my nails into waxy balls embedded up her slit. Moving my fingers around them I inched them out as she gasped.
"Red, I didn't tell you before," she said, "I only dreamed of feeling a tongue around my asshole, let alone inside it. No one has ever done that or even come close. It's the most amazing feeling. I wanted to scream at you my pleasure, but I was afraid you might have stopped. Oh, was that good. I don't think I can go back to a sex life without that. What'll I do?"
Two small marble-sized turd chunks emerged onto my hand, under the table level. I pulled them from her twat and glistening with pussy juice and dark brown, they must have been stuck from our previous play. She looked down with a totally surprised look and before she could say anything I dropped one in each of our beers. She took one of my fingers and put it in her mouth, licking it and seemingly unfazed by others in the bar who might be looking at us. I quickly returned to fingering her twat while we finished our beers. One last time I tried again to probe her brownie, but it was tight, even tighter than before. What was she thinking? Had I fucked her to the point of pain, was it too raw?
He tried to finger my bruised ass one more time, but I didn't want him there right then. I wanted a cunt coming in the bar, which I feared I wouldn't get. As I was beginning to build my climax, he finished his beer, I followed. Remaining in our glasses were the ale-drenched clumps he pulled from my cunt. Simultaneously, we raised our glasses and let them roll into our mouths. I pushed my cervix down around his hand, but the leather of the seat stuck to my pussy lips like a suction and my cum held back. I'd pick it up soon back in my room, hopefully.
She didn't even lose a beat when I showed her the rectal matter I scooped from her cunny. I got a sly smile from her. She was so beautiful in that soft light, her blond hair almost a hazy brown in the dark, late room. I could barely make out a few of the sexy freckles on her nose, still ever so lightly smeared with our brown film. Right then and there, in public, I desired to devour her, eat her whole.
She took a sip of the ice water before her. Deviously she stares at me and sticks her tongue out, the now frozen iced turd standing hard on the end of her tongue. She moves toward me and we kiss in our booth, passing the hard chilled clump. We simultaneously bite it in half and laugh as we swallow our halves. I simply adore this woman.