He pulled out his finger, and held it up between our faces. It was thick with my shit, and smelled real nasty. He stuck it up my nose, so that all I could smell was my own shit. Pulling the shitty finger out of my nose, he stuck it in my mouth. I sucked it clean, swallowing my own shit and snot. He brought his face close to mine, opening his mouth, and sticking out his fat red tongue, drooling ropes of spit. He stuck his tongue into my filthy mouth, and I sucked on it. Our lips locked together, and he gave a great belch. My mouth filled with the taste of stale beer and bile. He forced me down on my back in the pool of piss and slime, and pulled my legs up over my chest. He stood over me, pulling on his fat cock, then let loose with another blast of acrid yellow piss, hosing me down, from my face to my ass. I gargled the hot urine while he sprayed my asshole with his dick. He stripped off his filthy pants, then grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, and knelt between them. Leaning over me he sucked his own piss from my mouth, then blew it back in my face. He shoved his fingers down my throat, making me gag again, and getting them covered with slime. He rammed three fingers up my hole, and spread them apart, cupping the palm of his hand under my ass. I pushed hard, and slid a fat turd into his hand. He grinned, raised it to his nose, and sniffed deeply. Then he used it to grease his fat pole, coating it and his balls with a thick layer of my crap. He wiped the rest off on my face and chest. Then he shoved his shit-lubed dick up my asshole in one thrust. Before I could cry out in pain, he had stuck his slobbering tongue down my throat, belching and burping at the same time. He started ramming my ass with his huge cock, fucking me like a whore. He spit in my face, and then started chewing on my shit-smeared nipples, biting them real hard. The pain in my ass and nipples made my balls tingle.
He grabbed my arm, and forced it out to the side, where my hand met a fat dry turd, dropped there at least a couple of days ago by some other bum – or perhaps it was one of his. I took hold of it. It felt like a sausage or a dildo in my hand. He reared up, still fucking my ass, and opened his mouth. I knew what he wanted, and I rammed that filthy turd as far into his throat as I could, mashing it into his face. He chewed and swallowed, and finally started gagging. As he retched more and more violently, his hips bucked up and down, and my asshole felt like it was being split open by that fat cock. He forced my mouth open, and leaned over me and puked all that shit and the rest of the filth in his guts right into my throat. This filthy bum was fucking my ass as I lay in a pool of piss, and puking into my face. The vomit poured out of him as he heaved and shoved. I could feel it running out of my mouth and down my neck. He locked his lips over mine, alternately puking and sucking up his own vomit, his tongue swirling around looking for lumps of shit and half-digested food to slurp up into his mouth. I started gulping and gagging along with him.
Suddenly he pulled his dick out of my ass, and squatted over my chest. He rammed the shitty pole into my throat a couple of times, coating it with vomit, which he used to jack it off. He reached back with one hand and roughly shoved three fingers up my oozing rectum, jabbing them back and forth. Finally, yelling and cursing, he shot what seemed like a pint of hot stringy cum all over my face. I greedily licked it up, and he smeared what I could not reach with my tongue down into my mouth.
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His shit-hole was all there was, and my head was in the darkest of golden defeats, lolling, savoring, tasting.
My crazing eyes reacted, even before he spoke.
-Open up your damned mouth, Prop. Here is for keeping you hungry. Take it, shit-eater.
His hole had started to spread-wide again, and he helped it to spread even wider with his hands. I felt myself shrink when I saw how that next turd protruded from his shit-hole. I tried to ease it out with my tongue, but he pushed me away and steadied my mouth right under it. Its waxing size – This was going to be the killer. my doggy eyes’ focus changed between that and my master’s eyes. His expression confirmed it: he was giving birth to our future. My asslicking tongue may have impregnated him, now to establish our levels for times to come. our baby was on its way, on its way from his shit-hole of a womb and a womb of a shit-hole – father and mother both. he was producing the never-to-change fact of our relation: by humbly eating this large, glimmering product of his bowels I would proclaim myself the inferior: the shit-eater, HIS shit eater.
He didn’t let it fall into my mouth. No-no, he lowered himself even more. And I felt that brown killer, that huge relation establisher sink down my mouth and throat until finally his ass landed on my lips, and by contracting his muscles he let go of it with a sigh. And it was all mine, to devour and contemplate on.
I squatted down over him, holding my cock and balls against my belly to keep the direct visual contact and to keep free sight over his gap. The flickering candle-light, his hot submissive eyes and his wide-open hungry jaws.
(There should have been a camera.)
That was a great moment there on the kitchen-floor, some kind of sacred expectancy.
An expectancy of the sacramental realization of the black mass.
The “Drink” – this is my yellow piss was completed. Now – the brown substance. My eyes into Prop’s. my nodding head as a confirmation of the impending climax of our Communion.
Prop gazed intently into my now gaping shit hole. And his eyes as well as my own senses told me how the turd – the second one, the one that would count – slowly left my interior, and hot and heavy forced its way further and further out of me.
. towards his mouth, where his tongue now anxiously worked over his lips. In the stillness our heaving chests. (Hey, Prop! Hero-worshipping again? And this time with no return? How you had pleaded, proclaiming that this was what would ultimately bind you to me, the navel-string never to be cut off when once and for all it linked us together.the definitive demonstration of your subservience – my waste – you – my refuse-heap.
. your proof of belonging, your belonging to me!)
Lowered my ass still more when I felt the turd on its way to fall from me, and your lips clung to my hole. And you sucked hard! You were sucking hard, Prop.
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So I opened up my mouth as she suggested, and had it instantly engulfed between her buttocks, tight to her crack. Nothing happened for a while, except that I thought they were only playing with me, and I relaxed, but then I felt a movement, and sensed something in my mouth, I realised she had farted! It felt so strange, still intoxicating, then something else went into me, and filled out my mouth, the thought of Melody using me as toilet was so degrading that I had a hard time believing it, until suddenly by the only option to swallow it. I somehow got used to the thought, and that perhaps to have Melissa over me next, to even welcome her? It was a new thought, erotic beyond belief to think of, to have two adoringly beautiful girls, my nieces, to attend to as their toilet! So as Melody had finished, and I had stretched out my tongue to clean her up, much to her surprise, then delight, of which she openly told her sister, I naturally got a visit from her as well.
So I welcomed Melissa with open mouth, and closed it round her crack just like with Melody. Then she filled me with her waste, it was a big job, and nearly unable to catch up with her, I had it shoved down my throat, without taking part of it myself, some bodily functions were overruled, and I just had to down it all!
Then it was done, I felt completely wasted, while cleaning Melissa afterwards, but some kind of erotically excited too.
“That was very good!” I heard Melissa reassure me. “It deserves a treat,” then she repositioned herself to fit my mouth over her crotch, and then I had her warm pee down my throat as well.
Finally they let me loose, after promising I wouldn’t tell anything to anyone, which I didn’t.
The rest of the summer holiday was spent with long picnics in the country, just my nieces and I, with me carrying the basket and the blankets and, when finding a suitable spot, settling down to eat.
Each in our own way of course. They would put me between two blankets, with a snip of it open, to uncover my head as I laid there, ready for them to use if they had to go in the middle of their lunch.
I would of course have nothing from the picnic basket, Melissa and Melody would in turn feed me their waste straight from their bottoms, while covering me with their light summer dresses, and expect me to clean them with my tongue, then quench my thirst with their warm pee, while having a good time, acting as if I was not present at all. I found myself turned on more and more by every picnic I was out on with these two girls, serving under their bottoms.
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