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A Simple Coprophagic Eulogy

First there is the aperitif, her piss. Earlier this evening I lay under her, her sex pressed hard against my mouth, as she released her stored up piss into my throat. She released a torrent into my mouth, hot bitter-sweet piss still bearing all the heat of her body. It gushed into my throat, and with difficulty, I was able to take it all into me, spilling only the tiniest drop. Afterwards the bitterness lingers and the sweetness with it. I could drink it by the bushel and never tire, I wish that my mistress could drown me in her hot sweet piss.

Next comes the foreplay. I press my mouth to her rosebud, caressing it with my tongue. I feel the tiny soft wrinkles of her flesh, and I taste its delicate animal foreboding, a ghost of what is to come. I am overwhelmed with desire and with subserviant love for my mistress, that she would allow me this pleasure. I push my tongue inside her, as deep as I can, yearning to taste what is inside, then I lick around this delicate flesh.

This is followed by puckering, the exquisite movement of her ring as she starts to push her treasure out to me. I feel it dilate, stretch and push outwards. I taste the rawness of her inside, the stronger yet still delicate and mysterious taste just inside her body. This is a tease, she puckers, then relaxes, puckers, then relaxes. Each time the movement is a little stronger, the suspense increasing, the opening just a little larger as I explore it with my tongue. Sometimes she pauses, leaving me to savour her extra aroma and to tease her in turn with my tongue, before starting again.

Sometimes there is a tease. As she puckers, the very end of her first turd appears in the opening, easing out slowly with each pucker. This gives me a taste of what is to come. I lick at the hard roughness, dissolving a little and tasting my mistress at her full strength for the first time.

Usually what comes next is the rush. Her anus is now completely open, her bowels contract, and in an instant my mouth is filled with her produce, its heat, its bitterness, its intensity swamping my senses. I feel its texture with my tongue, a mixture of soft pliability and harder morsels of food that have passed through her with little change. I move it around inside my mouth, making the most of this instant. But I have little time, because there will be more soon and I must swallow to make room for it. Sometimes, depending on what she has eaten, the rush will be hard, so hard that instead of expanding to fill my mouth it retains its shape and blocks against the back of my throat, making me gag. Then I must bite through it and swiftly swallow it so the rest can follow.

Often what happens next is the ooze. The initial pressure in her bowels has been relieved, and she now pushes to expel the rest. It slides out slowly, oozing between my willing lips and into the space left in my mouth, blending with what already fills me. I close my lips so they skim this fresh turd, once more savouring it with my tongue. If I'm lucky she'll give me several like this.

What happens afterwards varies. Sometimes she will give me some pearls, after a wait. These are tiny turdlets, a little mouthful. If I have managed to swallow her gift so far, each of these is a little treasure, often with a taste and texture unique to each one. I squeeze them between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, exploring the texture and the subtle variations. Usually I have time to make the most of one before I feel her puckering and pushing again to let me have the next one.

Or sometimes, it will be the opposite, the aftermath, a sudden burst of nearly-liquid shit cascading into my mouth like a flood, running straight down my throat and trickling down my face where I have been unable to capture all of it. It usually has a much stronger taste and a rough, thick texture. It is a very special sensation, one which took me quite a long time to come to appreciate as I should.

When I have swallowed everything, the final step is the cleanup. This is the most delicious part of all, as I carefully lick my mistress' beautiful flesh clean of the traces that have remained. I run my tongue around the sensitive dark flesh of her anus, making sure that every last drop and particle has been removed. I push my tongue deep inside her, as deep as I can until my tongue is hurting, to clean the inside of her passage, often finding tiny morsels that were hiding just inside. Once this is complete and mistress is returned to her clean state, she likes me to withdraw from her - even though I would love to lick and tease her all night long - to a distance where I can admire the beauty of her anus and her cheeks, but cannot touch.

All that remains is appreciation. My belly is bloated, full of her delicious, sensual shit. My mouth is still lined with it, my tongue and throat covered, my teeth and the inside of my lips too. The taste and the sensation fills me. I have - of course - a huge erection. I am a human toilet, having the honour to serve my bountiful mistress.

Of course there are different ways of doing things. She doesn't always allow me to swallow everything, often she wants me to keep some for her to play with, or she will withdraw from me and finish over my body or elsewhere. And eating directly from her like this is a special treat, only if I have been very, very good in all respects. If I have transgressed or if she is unhappy with me, or just feeling cross, I must accept her gift indirectly. Sometimes she will produce it in front of me, teasing me, showing me how good it could be if I had been a little better. She squats down close to me. I can see her delicious anus puckering, slowly opening up, maybe the tip of a turd shyly revealing itself for a few seconds before the rush begins, and she is guarding her shit pile like a mother bird. Then if I am lucky she will allow me to clean her before I start to apply myself to the pile, first licking it at as if it was her own flesh, then gradually taking it into my mouth until eventually it is all filling my belly and my sensations.

Or she may deposit her offering directly onto my body, then sit on it to smear it around over before allowing me to lick her soiled flesh clean, then to clean myself up my scraping and wiping her shit into my mouth with my hand. Or maybe she couldn't wait for me to arrive, after all - as she often reminds me - these are her bowels, not mine, and I am her slave. If her bowels need to be emptied and I am not there to serve, they will not wait for me. So I may find a pile of her shit awaiting me on the floor, cold and stinking, very different from taking it warm directly from her body. Or she may be wearing her shit, in a pair of rubber panties, squeezed and squished into her flesh, and I must eat the contents, and lick both her and the panties completely clean. None of these is as satisfying as taking her turds sliding directly into my waiting mouth, my inviting lips, but I still have the intense pleasure of her waste filling my belly and my senses.

Tonight I must have been good, because I am to be allowed to take her shit directly from her body. I am lucky, she is able to give me a tease, and I lick and suck at the turd that slides out, then in a little, rhythmically with the the puckering of her rosebud. Then, a rush fills my mouth. I am swallowing it, savouring the taste and the texture, when she suddenly speaks, commanding me not to swallow any more. After a few moments she turns around and presses her lips to mine. Her tongue probes inside my mouth, as though she is trying to steal back what is rightfully hers. She kisses me like a lover, taking back some of the foul, precious mess inside me. She pushes me backwards and commands me one more time not to swallow, to keep her gift inside my mouth. Then she puts her mouth over my cock, as if she were my sex slave and not the reverse, and starts to suck. I am already rock hard, and I start to twist and thrust with excitement. As well as her tongue and mouth, I can feel the roughness of the shit, the mysterious particles of things she once ate. Just when I am ready to come she takes her mouth from me, leaving my cock covered in a mixture of saliva and shit, and sits over my face. Her cunt is pressed down over my still shit-filled mouth. She need give no command. My tongue goes to work on her straight away. I suck and lick at her, the mess in my mouth sliding between my lips and tongue and her sex. My tongue darts into her, pushing some into her most intimate parts. She is writhing in pleasure, suffocating me as I relish the taste and feel of all her best offerings. Eventually she comes in unfeigned pleasure and sexuality, her rich juices adding to the taste that already fill me. She quietens down and lifts her body, allowing me to breathe, and guides my hand to my mouth. Guessing what she means, I spit out some of the brown filth that fills me, then as I expect she guides my hand to my cock, still rock hard. I enclose it with my fingers and start pumping, feeling her shit slithering between my hand and the sensitive flesh. Within seconds I come, screaming in pleasure as semen floods up over my body, pumping out over and over until I am breathless again.

Now she turns around, pressing her shit-covered cunt down onto my equally shit-covered cock, and starts rubbing again. She lifts my cum off my body and presses it to my mouth. "You can swallow now", she says, and I do. Now that I have come, the rational, well-bred part of my brain starts to take over, and as the gritty mixture slides down my throat I feel a wave of nausea. But she gives me no respite, riding my cock back and forth until it becomes stiff again, then slipping it inside herself for a second orgasm.