I wonder what it will look like? The texture will be a mystery until you push it out of your body. Will your shit be solid and chunky? Thin and runny? Will it come in a long coil unfurling patiently from your asshole, or bursting out explosively? You want me to watch, to look at your asshole carefully as it comes out.
You've taught me a lot about your asshole, from the first time I acquiesced and gave you a rimjob. And you've taught me more about my own asshole than I ever thought I'd know -- lessons learned from all the times you've fingered it and fucked it, and even the special occasions like the time you froze that package of fresh raspberries and then carefully poked them into my rectum, one after another. That was the first time you made me look at my own shit, when I expelled the pulpy red mass mixed with darker brown lumps.
And I know how you'll do it when you shit on me -- you've described it many times while I gave you head or while you fucked me. I'll be laying down, and you'll kneel over me, your knees outside my arms, pinning them in place. You'll start by playing with my cock while I watch your mysterious dark hole twitch and pucker. You'll have to piss as well, and you'll aim it at my cock, which will be getting hard. You'll use that slickness to jerk me off while you relax your sphincter and begin to shit on me, letting it drop and splatter onto my chest. And you'll shit out more, turd after turd plopping onto me, because I know that once I let you do this, you'll save up as big a load as possible.
The smell will hit me, and I'll feel that dizzy moment I've felt every time you've introduced me to a new sensation. Or maybe I'll feel intoxicated, for as you finish pushing out the last of your shit you'll be pumping my cock with a vengeance. And as you finish shitting on me, I'll lean back my head, closing my eyes, feeling the warmth that you've dropped onto me, and smelling your harsh aroma -- all until your expert hands make me come, my seed bursting onto both of our bodies.
And then the part that I know you anticipate the most, and me the least. You'll shuffle back a bit, moving your ass toward my face. And I'll open my eyes to see your butt hovering over me. I'll tilt my head forward.
I'll pause for a moment, just to give you a chance to savor the thrill of anticipation. And I'll be looking at your shitty asshole from close-up, and your pungent odor will be even closer now, surrounding me like a blanket.
And then I'll lean forward, darting out my tongue -- and I will lick your asshole clean. Whatever remnants that are sticking to the crack of your ass will be a special gift, one that you've wanted me to have for so long. With slow, broad strokes, I'll collect them all, and swallow each one.