Eating Shit From the Ass, an Unusual Fetish

I’ll begin by saying that I am well aware this
particular fantasy of mine is pretty odd and that it
may well gross out some of you reading this, but what
can I say, I guess I’m a pervert.

I can’t say exactly when my fascination with the female
posterior began, but I do know it had something to do
with Jessica Alba. I had a huge crush on her in my
teenage years; I never missed an episode of her TV show
‘Dark Angel’, and would watch with my thumb on the
record button of my VCR remote to capture the frequent
scenes that featured her ass in tight leather for later
examination.

She has what I consider to be the absolute perfect ass.
Big, but not too big, perky and tight, but still supple
and full. Not a sign of cellulite. Perfect smooth skin.
It has the perfect curve and looks mouth-watering in
jeans, skirts, dresses, and especially bikinis.

When I reached the age when I started dating and got
access to various female bodies my fascination grew
into an obsession. There was nothing I liked better
than pushing my face between the perky cheeks of a
pretty girl’s ass. Don’t get me wrong, I like all the
usual stuff like getting blown, eating pussy (I really
love eating pussy), fucking, all that good stuff. But
there was something so uniquely satisfying to me about
having my face there and licking a tight little asshole
— I remember, since I was just growing into my
sexuality, wondering if that meant I was gay, but I
have to say, the sight of a man’s ass does nothing for
me.

So I really don’t know how to explain it — I just love
ass. Worship it even. I dream about it. And when I jerk
off, 9 times out of 10, I’m imagining sticking my
tongue up some pretty girl’s ass, be it Kristen Bell’s,
Emma Watson’s, my old favourite Jessica Alba’s, or just
some porn starlet’s that I happen to be watching.

I do know, however, exactly where this odd little
fantasy I have came from. I was 16 or so when I rented
‘Idle Hands’ for the first time. My school buddy had
recommended it to me one morning, saying it featured
Jessica Alba in a pair of white cotton panties, and at
that time in my life there could have been no better
reason for me to see a flick. Now don’t worry, my
fantasy has nothing to do with severed hands.

It isn’t actually depicted in the movie at all. The
scene that inspired it is right at the end of the
movie, when the hero is strapped down into a hospital
bed, all his limbs in casts, and his girlfriend (played
by Alba) visits him, leaning over him to kiss and coo
and stroke his face. I pictured myself in his position
and imagined having Jessica as my girlfriend tending to
me. That night as I laid down to bed and began jerking
off I pictured that scenario and, naturally, had my
imaginary Ms Alba climb up onto the bed over me with
her ass in my face so I could partake in my favourite
activity.

For some reason still unknown to me, I really, really
got a kick out of that mental image, and so continued
to think of that over the following days and
masturbatory sessions. Over time the scenario evolved
to the point where I was strapped down into a bed as a
prisoner, completely starved, not having eaten for
days. Jessica Alba, my girlfriend, has snuck her way
into the facility disguised as a nurse and has come to
see me in my room.

Now, this is the point where it gets weird, and I have
no idea why my thoughts went to this place., but the
first time I thought it I shot a huge load. Are you
ready? Well, in my fantasy I’m being starved and
Jessica has snuck in some food for me in the only place
she could without it being found by security. Inside
her ass. I told you this is a weird fantasy.

So Jessica, in a cute little nurse’s outfit, makes sure
the coast is clear then kisses me sweetly, lovingly,
desperate to take care of me, then whispers her plan in
my ear, climbs up over me and let’s me bury my face
between those beautiful luscious ass cheeks of hers,
puts her asshole against my lips and, well, squeezes
the food out of her ass into my mouth, which I then eat
down hungrily.

Yeah, I know, I’m a freak. But did I mention the
absolutely huge load this fantasy inspired? Needless to
say, after the orgasm subsided and I wrapped my head
around what I’d been thinking about, I shrugged my
shoulders. It’s weird, but it makes me come harder than
any other fantasy. So when I was without a girlfriend
or just out of reach of my current one and really
needed to cum, I’d settle down in bed, think about
Jessica Alba feeding me with her ass, and have a mind-
blowing orgasm. It worked every time.

I never mentioned this fantasy to anyone. When I was 19
I had a very serious relationship, the kind where
you’re pretty sure you’ll eventually marry, and I
didn’t even tell her. Not even when we had those “so,
baby, is there anything you’d really like me to do?”
post-coital whisperings. It was just too out there.

I’m married now, have been for three years. Her name’s
Sarah and the first thing I’ll tell you about her is
the first thing I noticed about her: her absolutely
perfect, Jessica-Alba rivaling, gift-from-god ass. It’s
breath-taking. It’s fucking traffic-stopping. It’s the
reason I wanted to talk to her. I met her while I was
temping at an office for a summer to make some living
money for college. It was a really boring job, an
insurance firm, and most of the people there were
incredibly dull, but she was a little ray of sunshine
in my otherwise dreary day.

I’d first noticed her strolling past my cubicle on her
regular back and forth trips to the photocopier, her
perky butt wiggling hypnotically from side to side in
her simple black work skirt. Once I managed to take my
eyes away from it I noticed she was also very pretty,
with a cute little nose, lips that always seemed to be
smiling slightly, beautiful porcelain skin, and very
classily kept long blonde hair that fell just past her
shoulders.

I struck up a conversation with her, just thinking
about getting into her panties, and to my astonishment
found that she was awesome to talk to and liked a lot
of the same movies, music and literature as me. We hit
it off right away, moved in together at the end of the
summer and married the next spring. I’ve never been as
close to someone or had a better friend than I do in
Sarah.

**

It was my birthday this weekend and a week or so before
it Sarah had gotten me pretty liquored up with a view
to ask what I wanted for my birthday present. My
“special” present, she said, “not the one you’ll be
opening at the party.” She knew that if I had a deep
nasty secret desire I would be more likely to let slip
if I was drunk and she was absolutely right.

I’m certain I wouldn’t have told her my fantasy if I’d
been sober, but tell her I did, laughing as I
explained, and regretting it right after her eyes got
wide and she let slip an “oh…”. I slurred out a “just
kidding, baby.” and quickly changed the subject.

I woke up the next morning and looked across the pillow
at her sleeping like an angel, instantly remembering
what I’d said and feeling a sinking feeling in my
stomach. Happily though, it didn’t come up again. That
is, until the night of my birthday, after our friends
and family had left and we’d abandoned the clean-up
until the morning.

As we shut the door on my buddy Franky and his
girlfriend — who, if I’m honest, I can’t recall the
name of — we fell into each other’s lips and she
started unbuckling my belt. My wife is the first woman
I’ve continued thinking about while masturbating after
I’d fucked her that I’ve ever been with.

I am in such deep lust with her that just her kiss or
the smell of her skin at the nape of her neck can give
me a raging hard-on, and I would seriously consider
bottling her pussy juices if it would stay fresh
because it tastes so fucking good to me. Needless to
say I was instantly hard and my cock sprang out,
smacking her in the face, when she tugged down my boxer
shorts. She took it in her hand and gave it one of
those long slow teasing licks that she knows drive me
crazy all the way from my balls to the tip, swirling
her tongue around the head, and then back down the
other side. The other hand was cupping my balls and
gently rolling them with her fingers.

After three years of sucking my cock, she knows exactly
what I like, but what gets me off most about it is how
much she loves doing it. It’s not uncommon for me to
wake up in the morning with her head bobbing under the
covers, moments away from shooting a load in her mouth.
She’s so into it that I thought it was an act at first.
She pulled back the foreskin from the head of my cock
and lovingly took it into her mouth, giving me a nice
little “mmmmm…” while she did and started sucking on
it like a lollipop. I combed my fingers into her hair
and eased my cock further down her throat.

Before long her lips were wrapped around the base, her
nose in my trimmed pubic hair and her tongue flicking
out against my balls (I’m 7 inches long. Just above
average, but not a porno star by any means). Her hand
on my balls was now tugging on them gently and her eyes
were looking up into mine. She eased her throat off my
cock and slipped it out past her lips, smiling at it
and licking her lips before jerking it off and bending
down to take my balls into her mouth and suck on them
(Again, she knows exactly what I like).

At this point I just leant my head back against the
door and closed my eyes, riding that beautiful ache in
my balls as she sucked on them. I told her what was
coming and she quickly popped her mouth off my balls
and started sucking eagerly on the tip of my cock. One
hand jerking off the shaft and the other back on my
balls. I started pumping out my cum into her mouth,
feeling the suction on the tip of my cock as she
slurped it out of me, taking every last shot and
squeezing out every last drip when I was done.

She kissed her way up my belly, lifting my shirt as she
went and then opened her mouth to show me my cum (I
love when she does this), swirling it around with her
tongue, looking into my eyes and then finally
swallowing it all with an “mmmmm…” and then licking
her lips when it was all gone. “I love you, baby” she
grinned at me. I told her I loved her too, and she took
me by the hand and led me into our bedroom.

It had been a pretty long day, and I’d had a lot to
drink, and I had just cum, so as you can imagine I was
pretty exhausted. She led me to our bed and I fell onto
my back, scooting up the bed so my head was on the
pillows. She leant over me, kissed my forehead, said
“Don’t fall asleep just yet, baby,” and went into our
en suite. I love our bedroom. When it’s night and just
the bedside lamps are on it is so cozy and my sheets
always smell of the woman I love.

I was just starting to drift off when a stronger light
hit my closed eyelids. Sarah had opened the bathroom
door and was coming over to me, swaying her hips as she
walked. It took a moment to register that she was
dressed in a sexy little nurse’s uniform. And that was
all it took for me to realise what she was doing.
“Sarah… are you…” I breathed and she grinned her
sexy little grin at me and gave me a little “mmhmmm…”
before I could finish my sentence. She climbed onto the
foot of the bed and crawled over me.

“Are you still hungry, baby?” she purred, looking into
my eyes which I have to imagine were pretty wide at
this point. I really couldn’t manage to form any words
so I just nodded. “Mmmmm good. Cause I’ve got something
yummy for you.”

She kissed me, deeply, slowly, breathing into me. And
then I felt her weight shift as she got up onto her
knees and straddled my face. “Taste my pussy, baby.
Drink me alllll up.” She was enjoying this a lot, I
could tell by the playfulness in her voice and by how
fucking drenched her pussy was. It literally dripped
into my mouth before I’d even reached my tongue out.
The skirt of her little nurse’s uniform was drapped
over my face so I couldn’t see anything. All I could
smell or taste was her pussy.

This is what I imagine heaven to be like. I sunk my
tongue inside her and her juices flooded down into my
mouth. She tastes really fucking sweet, like girl
flavour candy. I eagerly drunk her down, pressing my
nose against her and breathing in that gorgeous scent.
My cock was standing straight up, I could feel, as she
reached back and wrapped her hand around it. “Mmmmm…
good boy. I know you like that, but just wait and see
what else I have for you.” I could not have been more
turned on at this point. My head was swimming.

My blood rushing. My cock swelling. I felt a rush of
cool air as she rose up off my face and I squinted my
eyes at the light of the room. She sat down on my
belly, bent down and kissed me again, really deeply,
tasting herself on my lips and tongue. She grinned like
she was being really naughty and whispered, almost
conspiratorially, “Are you ready?”

I nodded a ‘fuck yes’ and she licked my lips
mischievously and then got back up onto her knees,
moved one leg over me and the other back the other way
so she was facing towards my feet, then repositioned
herself so her ass was up in the air above my neck and
her face was right over my cock. She took it in her
mouth and began sucking as she lowered her ass for me.
I put my hands on her hips and just took in the sight
of her cute little asshole. It’s the perfect puckered
little thing, not a blemish or irregularity or
discoloring. Just a perfect little asshole that I’ve
had my tongue inside many a time.

I kissed it and licked it and she pushed herself back
against my mouth. I felt my cock leave her warm wet
mouth as she sat up over me, supporting herself on her
legs bent at the knee under her. I couldn’t believe
this thing, this nasty fucking thing I’d been
fantasising about since I was a kid, 16 fucking years
old, was really about to happen. I was in heaven.

The beautiful cheeks of her ass were pushed apart by my
face and covered my eyes and she positioned her asshole
right over my mouth. When she felt my lips around it, I
felt her push. Her asshole felt like it was expanding
and when I covered it with my tongue I could feel the
skin moving outward and the skin from inside pushing
out. And then I tasted it. It was sugary sweet,
chocolate definitely — and then I recognised it. My
birthday cake.

It came out of her asshole like a batter into my mouth
and when her asshole clenched and broke off a piece I
ate it greedily. It was warm, heated up by her insides,
and the icing was gooey. I don’t think I’d ever felt my
cock as hard as it had gotten then. It was almost
painful. I gave her asshole some quick little licks to
let her know I wanted more and she started squeezing it
out again. I felt a wetness at my chin and became aware
that she was masturbating. This was turning her on too.

Did I mention that I fucking love my wife? The cake
batter was coming out of her more readily this time and
I had to keep swallowing to make room for it all. She
clenched again and broke another piece off into my
mouth. I swallowed it down and then pushed my tongue
into her. It went in much further and much more easily
than usual and I licked the chocolate from her insides,
feeling the mass of cake batter still inside her with
the tip of my tongue.

She started squeezing it out again and I sucked it out
of her, eating and eating as fast as I could to keep
up. Here I was, lying back on my bed, with my beautiful
wife straddling my face with her perfect ass, basically
shitting chocolate out into my mouth. Her asshole
clenched again and she started squeezing out smaller
and smaller pieces, which I could swallow easily. I
felt her ass open up again but she must have been empty
because no more cake came out.

“I think I’m all done, baby.” She gasped as I heard
that squish-squish-squish-squish sound that told me she
was finger-fucking the hell out of her pussy. She
leaned forward and took my cock back into her mouth and
started to suck me off as her fingers continued their
assault on her cunt. I leant up into the crack of her
beautiful ass and started licking off the smudges of
chocolate on her cheeks, bucking my hips off the bed,
pushing my cock further back into her mouth.

Once her ass was clean on the outside I put my finger
in my mouth making it wet and then pushed it inside her
ass, noticing how easy it went in. I ran my finger
around the inside of her and started scooping out all
the chocolate left in there, sucking it hungrily off my
finger and then pushing it back inside for more.

“Fuck” she started gasping whenever I stuck my finger
into her. When I thought I’d got it all I pushed my
finger into her one more time and started fucking her
ass with it. I could feel the movement of her fingers
in her pussy through her inner walls. “Unnngh, yeah,
yeah, yeah,” she kept breathing and pushed her ass back
onto my finger. I slipped another one beside the first
and she rode both of them, still sucking my cock, still
fingering herself, did I mention I love my wife? I told
her I was about to cum again and she sat upright, I
barely got my finger out of her ass in time before she
was smothering me.

I couldn’t breathe. She was jerking my cock with both
of her hands and grinding her ass down onto my face. I
couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t breathe. I stuck my
tongue up against her asshole and it eased inside,
feeling it squeezing my tongue, and then I was cumming.
Load after load after fucking load. I could feel it
landing on my belly as she kept jerking my cock up and
down. I was nearly suffocating. Her ass still pressed
down firmly over my face. Her beautiful firm and supple
ass-cheeks blocking out all air and light. It was the
best orgasm of my life.

And then I was done. My cock stopped shooting and she
lifted her ass off my face. I gasped for breath and
gulped down the cool air. Sweat poured down my face and
my hair stuck down against my forehead. My chest was
rising and falling and then Sarah was kissing me and
licking my lips and my cheeks. “Sarah…” I was
breathing so heavily, so completely spent.

She kissed down my neck and down to my belly where she
licked up all the cum splashed all over me, then took
my now softening cock into her mouth and fuck, fuck,
fuck, was it sensitive. But she sucked hard, getting
all the cum out, before kissing it gently, lovingly,
giving special attention to the head. She moved my
foreskin back up over it and laid it down carefully,
gave it another little kiss and then moved up the bed,
cuddling up against her completely exhausted husband,
kissing my cheek sweetly. After a minute she looked up
at me and asked “So, what did you think?”

I just laughed. “My mind… is blown…” I told her,
and she giggled. “Best… birthday… ever…”

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