Not soon enough

My taste buds exploded in the most awful way. The taste of her shit was bitter and strong. It had an earthy, sewer stinch as it slid down my throat. I lay there helpless beneath Glenda and her sigh with delight. She was relieved while I had to accept her colon emptying into my mouth. This went on far to long. Finally, it slowed. She grunted out a few more logs. Then it stopped. My throat was sore and raw with so much forced down it.

I heard her tap a few places on the screen on the wall. My tongue moved without my permission. It licked her shit-smeared asshole like it was a lollipop. I heard her moan with pleasure the way she used to when I did something she liked back when we were lovers in bed. My tongue licked long after there was nothing to clean. I think she was just enjoying the sensation against her anus.

Finally, with a tap on the screen, my tongue withdrew and my face lowered, peeling away from her moist butt cheeks.

"I'm having a few guests over for dinner tonight," she said. "Just thought you should know."

I was too angry with her to think of that. She had just shit down my throat and made me lick her filthy asshole clean. I was no longer even her ex-husband. I was just a new device for her to use. She rose, and after she pulled up her panties and let her dress fall to her tanned legs, she turned.

"And it doesn't stink in here. Wonderful. I don't even have to wash my hands. I can get used to this."

I wanted to scream that I would never get used to this, but of course my voice had been removed. She left me, and I stared at the ceiling for hours. I tried to think of a solution to this problem but failed. The house was silent, so she must have left to enjoy the nice sunny day outside. While for me, I waited for the next use. I cried in self-pity and knew I was doomed to spend the rest of my life like this. Helpless to serve whoever tapped the screen on the wall.

The room grew darker and I heard noises in the distance. She was home, and company had started to arrive. I heard laughter and talking. It sounded like only females she had invited. Footsteps approached and so did the chatter of women. The door opened and I looked up at four women besides Glenda staring down at me.

"This is so modern," Glenda said as if bragging. "I have gone through the manual a few times and with this screen here on the wall, a person does not have to suffer any odor at all with this toilet."

One of the blonde ladies with a sexy but stern face asked, "How is that possible?"

Glenda continued, "It forms an airtight seal so no fumes escape."

"That's good," said a brunette with breasts that stained her blouse. "But not good for him, I guess."

The blonde, still looking down at me, said, "Not that he is a human anymore." She paused. "I like to try it out now even though I don't have to really use the toilet."

Glenda said, "Sure, why not?"

The other ladies backed away, and the blonde took one last look at me as if I were dog shit and peeled out of her pants and sat on the toilet seat, blocking my view of everyone. I smelled a musky odor coming from her spread asshole, but luckily I was several inches below her.

I heard Glenda's voice, slightly muffled due to the large butt cheeks that covered most of the toilet seat. She said, "Here, let me just raise him up for you." She tapped something on the screen. She was getting far to familiar with her new device.

The hum of the machine sounded as my face rose toward the waiting ass cheeks. My mouth ratcheted open, and again I was at the mercy of this device and Glenda's whim. My face made contact with the warm ass cheeks, and my nose pressed harder into her asscrack. The device slowed and a lower hum started as my ascent slowed but continued. My mouth formed a seal around her asshole, and I heard the sexy computer voice announce, "Air Tight."

"Now," Glenda said as if teaching a class. "I found out if I press here, it should start a relaxing massage in one direction.

Of course, she just had to tap the screen. My tongue extended to this lady's warm asshole and started to move from side to side until it banged against the edges of her ass cheeks. My tongue ran over the folds and ridges of this lady's asshole with no control coming from me. I tasted the remnants of where she had not wiped thoroughly from a previous shit. But still, my tongue continued tirelessly.

"Oh, ah ah..." the lady said above me. "This is really relaxing."

"And when I tap here," Glenda said.

My tongue went up and down along her asshole until it met the side of her cheeks.

"Really good," the lady said. "I wish I had one of these at home. I would get a book and get some reading done."

The other ladies chuckled and thought that was so funny. Meanwhile, my tongue continued to massage this lady's asshole.

"Well," the lady said. "I guess I can't sit her all evening. We have dinner to eat."

She rose and slipped on her panties and pants. The other ladies looked down at me with contempt on their faces and yet evil smiles that made me agitated.

One of them said before she left, "See you later."