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Margaret is back in the States and is spending time with friends on the East Coast. Her extensive time lecturing in Germany and Central Europe has had the benefit for me of the prospect of engaging in the most exciting tryst with Ingrid. Ingrid is a noted German academic lecturer and writer. As I have suspected and hoped, she is much, much more.
Through Margaret, Ingrid and I have texted each other and have made arrangements to stay together at Margaret’s ranch. Ingrid’s expertise in postwar European politics is unconventionally complimented by her other superior talent as an extreme scat pornographer. In this venue she has few equals in her eroticism. Her videos are stunning visually and in narration. As a multilingual European her narrations are in German, Russian and English. Her English rendition barely evokes an accent. What it additionally evokes in me is a horniness that is painful in its intensity. Margaret had delighted Ingrid with details of our shit smelling exploits. Coprophilia is central to both Margaret and Ingrid’s carnal desires. As a novice to coprophilia I am eager to engage Ingrid in fulfilling her scat requirements.
My anticipation was heightened as I awaited Ingrid’s arrival. We had both agreed not to masturbate a full three days before we were together. Hard as that made those previous three days it subsequently worked out.
Her arrival was accompanied by sweaty palms for both of us, passionate embrace and passionate tongue kisses. Her physical appearance was very appealing. She was very athletic, fair complexion and younger looking than her age of late sixties would suggest. Her legs were hairy, but at our meeting her fish net stockings hid her legs. We were set for a strenuous encounter that would excite our shit smelling proclivities. Ingrid’s desire was an environment that was faux intimidating. Low blue lighting set the mood.
Ingrid wanted to engage once we had descended into Margaret’s sex cellar cave. Since Ingrid knew our mutual host as Peggy that was the moniker that will be used from now on. Ingrid wanted the door locked to set the environment that she found especially sexually enhancing. Ingrid was a professional and I was very eager and horny to let her set an agenda.
Ingrid stripped down to her fishnet stockings and underpants. She directed me to watch her. I took my clothes off. She began to rub her clitoris and simultaneously squeeze a nice hard turd into her pants. Still standing she probed her two long fingers deep into her anus. She was maneuvering her fingers and emerged with the fingers covered in thick brown shit and then asked me to smell her shit as she rubbed the shit on the philtrum below my nostrils and on my lips. Her excrement smelled strong, earthy, wonderful. Ingrid took the remaining shit on her fingers and rubbed them inside her nose and began to masturbate furiously. In a matter of less than a minute she had climaxed. I was not masturbating as Ingrid had requested but watching her made me come anyway. Ingrid eskişehir escort smiled and indicated it was my turn. I sat on Peggy’s shit infused leather chair. Ingrid smeared me with more of her shit. Spreading her feces on my face, throat, nipples and vagina she proceeded to kiss and lick the excrement off. Taking turns in being gentle and more aggressive she worked on her coprophilia skills. Ingrid provided my genitals with generous amounts of saliva to excite every part that she licked. She lingered with deep breathes as she savored the smell of her own shit in her mouth and nostrils. As an accomplished shit licker Ingrid had nearly cleaned me up. I held her head and rocked it from side to side as she worked down to lick dry her fecal drippings on my thighs. My lust for the smell of her shit was intense and my request for her to breathe in my face was immediately and happily complied with. Her hot stinky breath was everything I could hope for. I was dripping wet.
Though I was the passive participant and Ingrid was engaged in extreme masturbation and coprophilia ingestion she was very much in control of her body. She was barely sweating. As I am the temporary host of Peggy’s ranch it is a strange role reversal that Ingrid is the dominant sex partner. Ingrid’s unique life roles as prominent academic and prominent video pornographic star should inform me that this is one talented lady.
Peggy had lauded the extreme sensuality of Ingrid’s coprophilia videos. Peggy had said watching it and then engaging in her tryst with Ingrid had made her wild. My excitement in duplicating the experience was making me giddy. Sharing very potent bud enhances my euphoric mood.
We toked ourselves into the mood. This was a video premier that I had to savor as the coprophilia queen was sitting next to me.
Entering provocatively, in mostly fishnet clothing, Ingrid conducts the video in German. The closeup reveals shit stains on her stocking and she rubs her finger on it and then takes a long whiff. Her whiff is so strong that her nostrils widen, as Ingrid then rubs her shit-stained finger on her lips. In German she says that she has been saving a monstrous turd for the best masturbation sex. Ingrid confides to me that this porn video has no tricks. Her load is all from her and she is enjoying it immensely. Ingrid’s excrement pushes through her pants and leaks down her stockings. Now the video gets intense. Getting down on all fours she intensely smells that lovely aroma that has emerged from her bowels. Her fingers dive deep into the morass of her feces and smear her nose and mouth. Breathing in the shit smell is the ultimate sexual sensuality. Ingrid opines in German how much she loves the smell of shit and how erotic it is to express her desire, that the word shit is special. For the next few minutes Ingrid spreads her ample pile of shit over her body and licking her fingers and forearm to ingest her shit. Proudly for the camera she opens wide and provides a tongue shot eskişehir escort bayan covered in brown and eliciting a smile. The finale has her taking out a toothbrush, plunging it into the turd and then brushing her teeth. The very end is a closeup of her smelling her finger and saying lovely.
The intensity of the visual has so excited me. I want Ingrid to have her way with me. For decades my shit worship was masturbation alone. Now my practice of smelling shit is a communal event.
Sexual privacy, bordering on sexual secrecy as lovers of shit smelling are in the planning of our further excrement exploration of each other. The caretakers of the horses are well aware that privacy, bordering on secrecy, is what Peggy requires. So, interaction with the caretakers is taken with a normal reticence. Our sexual requirements will fully utilize the amazing facilities that Peggy has provided. Peggy has told both of us separately that she wants our encounters to be as uninhibited and extreme as possible. Peggy wants to be the catalyst for ecstasy.
However, we decided that our scat redoubt needed to be replenished with food that would parallel our high level of sexual pleasure. Ingrid and I early in our intoxication with shit scent discovered that the most erotic aroma of feces stems from the digesting of solid food. The bacteria that so turn us on like to process red meat and solid starches. It did get a bit expensive at the upscale grocery store. Ingrid has a preference for Moselle wine, my niche is Pinot Grigio. Both are white wines, but red meat will have to go with them. Another enhancement is the marijuana bud that is a sexual fortifier. By early evening the ranch was just inhabited by the two of us. I was full of excitement and fingered my asshole several times to smell myself. I was disappointed in the aroma. My usual earthy, potent excrement had a gassy and loose consistency. Ingrid’s shit was so much more fragrant and lustier. Sharing shit on our first night needed to be equally appealing. I wanted to go over all of the wonderful elements that Peggy had built and accumulated to maximize the erotic experience shit smelling is.
Ingrid wanted to initiate foreplay. She wanted to be dominant and to make me so stinky that both of our passions would bring us to euphoria. Ingrid had asked me in text messages that we had shared what my clothes size are. She had brought along some tight- fitting leather garments for me. Additionally, Ingrid deposited a sensual load of excrement in a large stainless-steel bowl. Ingrid enhanced her fingers with a thick brown coating of her shit after probing deep into her ass. Ingrid’s tactile sensuality is constantly fortified by her obsession in smelling her shit. As I laid down on Peggy’s shit infused leather bed Ingrid began spreading her ordure on my shoulders, then nipples, then forearms and saving a generous amount for my face. Bringing forward her leather wardrobe. The leather accoutrements would elicit a favored escort eskişehir blend of aroma. The combined scent of shit and sweat is a delight for both of us. Ingrid attached the pulley holders on the leather table to my outstretched arms and then did the same to my outstretched legs. Spread eagled on the shit scented table I awaited Ingrid’s fragrant domination to begin. She began by placing her tongue on my clitoris. Her saliva enhanced the already engorged and dripping clit. The rest of my body was her target. To replicate her porn video persona, she pulled out a toothbrush, brown with her excrement, and began to brush her teeth. Inches from my face her heavenly fetid breath aroused me to aching passion. Now she was poised to brush my teeth too. I opened willingly to smell and taste her fragrant excrement and then instructed to suck her nipples with my shit coated mouth. Our coitus would be accommodated by a sixty-nine placement. Ingrid grabbed me a large pillow to allow my face to push close to her shit smeared anus. My willing tongue eagerly cleaned her asshole and attached stained cheeks. It was not long before we both came. I was exhausted from the tryst. Ingrid shed all of her clothing and laid down next to me. I thought how wonderful this experience was. I apologized to her that my shit did not smell up to the most erotic standards. Ingrid responded that could be remedied by a meatier diet. Ingrid was in a mood to talk. The conversation would be erotic and amazing.
As we began to pass the late night, we enjoyed watchng more of Ingrid’s scat videos. Our conversation drifted to comments about the videos and our own personal journey to loving the smell of shit. My comment on the video was concerning Ingrid’s heterosexual participation on her videos. Ingrid has her ass probed by a very large penis that was well coated in her feces. She proceeded to clean off that same penis very efficiently. She is lesbian, but said she very much enjoyed that aspect of her sex play.
Much more intimate and arousing was our lengthy discussion of the roots of our mutual obsession with shit. Ingrid grew up in a time when Europe was still very affected by postwar conditions. Ingrid grew up in East Germany and her first sexual awareness of the desire to smell shit came when she went to an outhouse in her late teens and found the potent smell very erotically stimulating. She soon began masturbating whenever she took a shit. She then began to touch her feces when wiping. She then began to smear her feces on her fingers and smell them. She then began to smell and eat her feces. This was all a secret from the rest part of her life.
My love of shit smelling was early on. Smelling my moist finger after wiping myself. My graduation to serious obsession with shit fragrance came when I was driving alone out in the country. I shit my pants and liked the feeling. Even more I liked the aroma. It was turning me on. I pulled over in a secluded spot and fingered myself into a frenzy. Delicious thick brown feces and a thick consistency. My arousal was complete, masturbating with my shit.
So Ingrid and I have a lot more erotic topics to tackle. I still need to adjust my diet to make it aroma compatible. I will be working on that. For the present this encounter with Ingrid has been ecstacy.