Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Awkward Dreams Title: Ripe Ass Surprise Summary: A completely true recollection of extreme asslicking and shit eating Keywords: MM, rimming, scat, true I enjoy sucking cock as much as the next guy, and I've been told I'm pretty good at it. But for soul-satisfying perversity, ass licking has become my favorite sex act. There's something deliciously decadent about pressing my face between the asscheeks of a dude I just met and seeing how far I can get my tongue up his rectum. At first, I used to treat ass licking as a side dish to cock sucking. Whenever I was on my knees blowing a guy, I'd always pause at some point and ask him, "Do you want me to lick your asshole?" I always phrased it that way, because it made it very clear what I had in mind, and because it sounded so filthy to say it matter-of-factly like that, rather than using some euphemism. They pretty much all said yes, or else they just dropped their pants, turned around, and bent over. After a while, though, I started placing ads on Craigslist suggesting asslicking as the main event. I got a few takers, including one guy who invited me over to his apartment in Lowell, Massachusetts. During our correspondence, he asked if I liked my asses ripe. I didn't know what he meant by that, but he seemed to want it, so I said sure. When I got to his place, he answered the door in a bathrobe, and then quickly led me into his bedroom, where he took the robe off and told me to get undressed. I love a man who knows what he wants and takes charge, so I eagerly complied. While I stripped, he got onto his large bed, laying on his stomach. He had a big pillow under his belly, so his ass was sticking up in the air. He looked very at home like that, just waiting for me to finish undressing. He also told me he liked to be called `Daddy'. I don't really relate to that, but whatever. He knew what he wanted, and I wanted to please him. When I was naked, I climbed into position behind him and between his legs. Kneeling right behind him, I spread his asscheeks apart with both hands, and that's when I learned what he meant by a ripe ass. Apparently, he had taken a big, sticky shit right before I came over and had not wiped himself at all. Now, Daddy was a big, hairy man. So what I was looking at was a large ass with a lot of dark brown hair all over it, and his entire asscrack was full of dark brown shit, all stuck to his hair. This was not just a little light brown smudge I could pretend wasn't there. Cleaning Daddy's ass was going to require care and attention. The amount was large enough that it was going to require deliberate chewing and swallowing. This was really more than I had bargained for, and I bought some time to think by exclaiming, "Oh, Daddy!" I had had a small amount of scat experience before, and had watched some videos. All of this had led me to think of scat as a thing a dominant forced a submissive to do. This was what was depicted on all the Brazilian lesbian scat videos I saw, or the German straight scat videos. For the one in-person experience I had had, a female dominatrix had sat on my face and shit a few small pellets into my mouth, which I only held in there for a few seconds. But Daddy was just laying there, ass up on his pillow, waiting for me to take the initiative, making me decide what to do and create the energy to do it. I have a personal policy about sexual services, which is that I never renege after I've offered to do something for someone. This just evolved naturally for me, out of whatever twisted psychological needs turned me into a servile cocksucker in the first place. This policy has served me well, propelling me into adventurous acts that have provided many pleasant fantasies afterwards. My experience with this policy helped me plunge into the task before me with a minimal delay. I literally didn't know where to start, since I had never done anything like this before. I wanted to clean him up, not make things messier, so I didn't just dive in face first. I started picking off some of the pieces sticking out above the rest, using only my mouth. I picked off a piece, chewed it as necessary, and swallowed. The texture was kind of like mashed potatoes, so we're not talking about vigorous chewing here. It just needed a little help before it melted in my mouth so I could swallow it. Then I picked off the next piece, chewed it, and swallowed it. In this way, I was able to slowly work down from the top of his asscrack to the bottom, then back up, turning the large pile of shit into a smaller patch of shit coating his asshole. If you've never eaten shit before, you may be surprised to learn that it's really not that bad. Shit smells much worse than it tastes, so being in a public restroom is more disgusting than what I did that day. Once you're eating it, the taste counteracts the smell, and it actually gets more pleasant. The taste is earthy--literally like dirt--though quite bitter. Daddy wanted me to be verbal about how much I loved eating his shit, but this was a bit more than I was prepared to do. This was so new for me that I was still freaking out a bit. I was eating shit! Was I sure I wanted to keep going? I managed a few insincere utterances, but mostly I was able to just moan in pleasure. I did have a certain amount of pleasure about how much I was degrading myself. As the patch of shit got down to a manageable size, I was able to switch to more of an ice cream cone licking technique, rather than biting off and chewing. Now I was back into comfortable, favored territory: licking a man's asshole. Yes, it was covered in shit, but I had licked shitty assholes before and liked it for how perverted it made me feel. In this way, licking this very shitty asshole was a real treat. To actually clean him off entirely, I had to be very attentive, and lick and suck the shit off of his ass hairs. This made me feel incredibly subservient, which increased my arousal. Finally, he was all clean on the outside. Then I got to work on the inside of his rectum. I stuck my tongue into his anus slightly, licked off the shit that I found, and swallowed it. I had to keep swallowing and working up the saliva in my mouth in order to keep my mouth clean, since I wanted to clean him off, not just spread it all around. I got great satisfaction from my apparent skill in learning this new craft. Daddy apparently appreciated my attention to detail too, saying that he was happy I was clearly enjoying myself (even though I wasn't gushing verbally the way he wanted). And I was happy, digging my tongue deeper and deeper into his rectum, fishing for those last few scraps of shit. Finally there wasn't any left, so I just made out with his asshole for five or ten minutes, I was in heaven then. His huge asscheeks enveloped my face, isolating me in my own perverted world. I had never been so intimate with a man's ass before, since I had been at this for a while, and had seen it at its worst. Now that it was just flesh, I dug in with gusto, french kissing his anus as deep as I could, moaning with pleasure. Finally, he got off his pillow, lay in his side, and stuck his dick in my mouth. He started fucking my mouth, which was wonderful, but he seemed surprised and upset when I started gagging. I never learned to suppress my gag reflex because I enjoy the suffering and the adrenalin. But he wasn't sadistic and didn't want to make me gag . I ended up sucking him off satisfactorily, but this helped point out that we were not actually that compatible. While we both had fun (he complimented my technique again) an email correspondence afterward made us decide we didn't want to meet again. I was still of a mind that I wanted to be forced to gag on shit, and was not prepared to be an eager little shit eater. While it was not a horrible experience, and it was arousing in its own submissive way, I didn't think I'd be able to go on and on about how I loved the taste of his shit, thanking him, etc. We were too far apart in attitude. I've fantasized about this experience many, many times since it happened, enjoying many orgasms as a result. Like many fantasies, I think about how I can extend or enhance it, and how I can make it actually happen. In this way, I've gradually, over the years, tried to imagine if I could become the eager little shit eater that Daddy wants me to be. And as I write this story, I've discovered that I have finally become just what he wanted. As I've remembered the experience, I can imagine how grateful I could be if I had the chance to clean Daddy's ripe ass again. I would gladly gush my gratitude if he let me lick him clean and make out with his asshole again. I would relish the chance to eat a larger amount of shit. I would like to suggest that Daddy invite me over before he shits. He can piss in my mouth and let me swallow it all. Then he can put his ass up on his pillow, fully dressed in pants and tighty whitey underwear. I'll rest my face on his butt, and he can let his shit out, filling the pants and blasting my face with gas I'll thank him for. This would create such an unholy mess that it would take a long, long time for me to clean him up. I could peel his pants off and put them aside, then clean up his shit covered ass, bite by bite, and lick by lick. Once Daddy was cleaned off and satisfied, then I would still be responsible for cleaning off his clothes. It might take me all night to eat the full crapload out of his underpants, mouthful by mouthful on my hands and knees. I would be so lucky to be able to do that. Thank you, Daddy. If you're out there, please invite me over.