I fell into a deep sleep, or at least that’s the way I remember it, curling completely around and embracing my beautiful lesbian ex-wife, the scents of deep and filthy sex, inner bodily mud caked around us, wet and slimy, in each other’s arms. I was awaken by a strange sensation, one I was entirely surprised to find. I was dreaming there was a wet dancing tongue on my lips, entering my mouth, cleaning my teeth. When I stirred and cracked open my hazy eyes to the dim light from outside, Anne was french kissing me deeply from my slumber. Her tongue was etching rings around each of my teeth, tracing the gums, around the front and back of each tooth. She tasted like musky sleep, a deep personal fishy, stale, and acrid flavor. Morning breath, only mixed with sexual scents, champagne, piss. And the shit smell in her breath. My mouth was clogged with our feces when we went to sleep and now it was all gritty in out mouths, some dried between our teeth, in our cheeks, the smears hardened on our faces, in our noses. She was licking everywhere in my mouth and face, bringing sweet stenchy wetness, bringing our substance back to life. I responded by clutching her tongue around mine and pulling her mouth to mine, drinking every early morning flavor she could emit. My limp cock stirred from its sleep and she felt it curl between her thighs.
I lay on my back and Anne sat up on me, grinding her loins around my soft tool. She was facing me and pulled me up to her voluptuous tight breasts. I licked them, still brown with a film of our waste. I was bringing their true scent forth. As the film melted with my saliva, I drew in the slurry into my mouth and lifted my head to meet Anne’s smiling mouth. We tasted our last night’s mess all over again, and how wonderful it tasted.
My dick was now hard enough to do some decent exploring and her barely pink pussy lips had found the head. She squirmed her hips and positioned her slow breathing cunt over my rod and began working it into her, all with her movements. She was not too well lubricated, having recently awoken herself, though there were small beads of juice forming around the slit. What was remarkable to me that last night she had steadfastly insisted on non-cuntal penetration as a statement to maintain her identity, which in fact led us down the eventual Hershey highway to love.
I decided to wetten things up and moved my head down toward her cunt, toppling her over on her back. I looked down at her and licked her belly button and she bucked her mons toward my chin in response. I stuck two fingers in my mouth and swabbed out a cluster of saliva, there were still some brown grits in the stringy liquid. I then gently pushed my fingers into her twat and worked them deep, moving them from side to side, gyrating along her walls. She let out a peep, an ooooohhhh and was silent again, breathing a littlle quicker. I removed my fingers and they were brown at the edges, remnants of our love clay from last night, which seemed to be mucked nearly everywhere. I didn’t dare get up and step on the floor, who knew what piles we had dropped or flung, let alone look at the pristine white bedsheets. That was for later. I moved below her waist and lifted her legs up, placing my head in her crack. I darted my tongue in her cunt and she moved, twittering. I licked and probed and nibbled on her labia, I started mouthing the bitter nether lips; they were getting damp now and slightly salty. I continued as her hips raised with new gyrations. She was now alive and well on her way to an early morning climax. My tongue probing and dancing along her clit and pussy lips, some more wetness, and oh, so tasty, the faint aroma of butt fudge with her cunt fragrance. I took my hands and began massaging her buttocks, round and round. She responded by moving her ass crack around my fingers until before I knew it, my trusty middle finger was once again at the opening to that wonderful dark hole. It felt tight again as my tip probed. Anne felt my efforts and responded by slowly pushing her bud outward to embrace my finger. It went in with a little friction for it was still dry there. I pushed it deeper and she helped by pushing her rectum down. My tongue on her clit was dizzying her and she started shaking her head back and forth, she groaned and with a release of some night pee in my face, she came a warm sensuous orgasm and quiverred for a moment. I lapped up her twat liquid and drank it, letting it run over my dirty mouth.
My finger still up her tight bum, Anne pushed outward so that it came out with a small pop. As I lifted it to my nose to smell the evening’s ferment, she very quickly thrust her hips up and planted her asshole right on my mouth, tongue still hanging out from the last exercise. I took the signal without thinking and jammed my tongue deep into her anus. Man did that taste great. So dense and warm, still plenty shitty because nothing had been wiped, but it was gritty and dried. Everywhere I licked, it was as if I were reconstituting the mud, bringing it to life. She pushed hard and tried to open her sphincter to accept more of my tongue. It began mushrooming outward to meet my thrusts. I pulled back and pushed my finger back in. This time it went in quite easily, all the way to the last knuckle. I added another finger and she moaned again, half pain, half pleasure. No words, no conversation, only smells, tastes and feels.
I started fucking her with my fingers, alternating in and out with a scissors motion which was attempting to widen her back door. She kept pushing on the out thrusts and I began seeing the inside of her rectum each time she pushed, even in the early light it was almost a bright pink. I tried to tongue the living organ as I penetrated each jam. As her breathing took up again and her body squirmed, I all of a sudden felt an object in there, about the size of a large marble. With her pushes, some inner morsels were working their way out toward me. With my two fingers I captured one and helped her push it out. It landed in my palm. I looked at it as best I could. It was hard and round and swirled with white around a very dark sphere. It really looked like a dark and white swirled truffle. I placed it in my other hand and brought it up to my mouth and licked it. I continued to frig her ass as before with both fingers back inside. My marble tasted bitter and dry, except for the gooey white swirls, my own cum, mixed delicately like a chocolate tidbit. I ate my cum off the surface and bit into the chocolate, which was putrid, salty, and sweaty. My fingers pulled out another truffle, this one slightly less round and softer. The swirls were there as well and I moved around to give Anne a bite. She was amazed at the cum on them and slurped it off. It was a real turn-on for us, the hours-old cum from her ass mixed with her wonderful waste. She bit a piece off the morsel and swallowed it before I could come around and kiss her mouth, when I passed the remaining pieces I had eaten to her lovely tongue. This was truly nasty.
I move back to her ass and when I put my finger back to her now distended opening, the rim was glowing in glistening cum, some which had made its way out, pure and white. I dove my face into it and slurped the liquid off. I returned to my position on my back and she resumed her sitting on my dick, trying once again to get my cock, now rigid like steel, into her cunt. It went in quite easily now. I grabbed her tits and smeared my fingers on them, her mud now encircling her nipples.
Now she was beginning to fuck me like we used to do so many years ago. I lay back down, not doing to much besides savoring each groan she made as she began her windup toward pleasure. Her hands circled my chest and teased my nipples, My right hand grabbed her buttock and I moved my third finger toward her brown rose and began pushing. I wanted in, again. In her butt crack was solid clay, dried from the sleep. I realized the resistance we were having with my pussy penetration was due to shit grit stopping up her female cave. I got the tip of my finger in her brown petal and she moaned, waved her hips and my dick gained another inch. Her hips danced a circle now, round and round. By now my cock was fully rigid and begging for full access. I withdrew my somewhat pasty finger and brought it to my lips. Slight taste, not much on it, great smell. I wanted more. I was determined to eat her every hole before I shot off my wad. She seemed to have other ideas and was continuing to grind until crisis.
Just then, we heard the lock click and the suite’s door creaked open. I glanced at the clock which read 4:30 a.m. Who the fuck was this, someone’s wrong room, an old hotel, all the keys probably open all the doors. The light was bright from the hallway and a woman wearing white, short blonde hair came in and closed the door. The room was dimly lit from the breaking dawn outside. We froze and stared at her.
“What the fuck are you doing… who the fuck is that? Oh my god, it’s a man, Anne, Anne you fuck, you whore-bitch, what are you doing?”
I quickly ascertained this was Kristin, the girlfriend. I had totally forgot we were not alone, they were actually in the hotel as a couple, not us.
“Kris, ughhh, baby, this is.. I met in the lobby… Red. You remember my stories of Red?“
Kris stopped and just stood still as Anne tried to explain briefly our chance meeting. She looked foolish in our situation, she was sitting on my now limp dick trying to explain away a very awkward situation. Kris starred at us, mostly at Anne. She wasn’t angry, but surprised and bewildered.
I watched the tense situation quietly until I broke out with, “Hi Kris, I’ve heard a lot about you. Would you like your pillow back, I was just leaving?”
For the first time now in the faded light, I took her in. Taller than Anne by about four inches, more Swedish than French looking, but plenty beautiful. Blue eyes, strong nose. Big build with ample firm breasts. She was wearing a flowing white dress that was very thin and upon close examination, wet with perspiration under the arms. She smelled of stale beer and wine and cigarettes. She was obviously drunk and moved in a woozy manner, laughing at us and the situation.
