Denise's White Underpants Ch. 05

At which point, Denise did exactly this.

Keeping my finger way up inside her back passage and feeling around for what was inside was extraordinarily exciting for both of us – Denise's expression of this now found her sitting on the toilet with her eyes closed and fingers down amongst her pubic hair, gently beginning to caress the top of her clitoral hood.

I continued to poke around inside, my finger seeming making regular contact with both the firm head of her compacted faeces and the slimy, rippled walls of her rectum – all the while her anus had clenched my finger tighter than I could have expected.

Denise's silent rubbing soon turned to sensual moaning as her circular finger motions intensified.

Pushing my finger even further and more firmly up Denise's poop chute now – the regular soft, mushy sensation at the far end leaving no doubt whatsoever that the tip of my finger was disturbing the head of her tightly packed turd - Denise, I thought, was about to come after a few minutes of this clitoral rubbing and shit poking.

She obviously felt as though she was going to also, as she implored me to stop.

"I've REALLY got to go now – I can't hold it in any longer!" Denise could not have been more emphatic.

As much as I'd rather not have, I reluctantly withdrew my finger with Denise giving a playful little coo as her anus must have clenched when it released my finger.

"Oooooohh...that was SO perfect for what I need to do now!" Denise admitted.

"The next part of your special birthday present!"

The small toilet room was crackling with anticipation and excitement for what was about to take place.

There was no second-guessing now!

Denise now stood up and turned around, squatting herself in a "reverse-cowgirl" posture over the white plastic toilet seat.

Immediately spreading her butt cheeks and exposing her puckered, moist anus directly at me I moved in to point blank range for the ultimate graphic viewing.

I desperately wanted to have one last lick and sniff before Denise opened her bowels for me.

"Can you hold on a few moments more?" I begged.

"Oooooohh...you'd better be quick!" Denise replied.

And I was.

I looked deeply into her spread bottom crack and gazed at the raised, glistening sphincter of her anal opening, observing the deep pink colour of its core but also a number of full purple veins feeding plentiful amounts of blood to what were no doubt highly sensitive nerve endings around her swollen butt hole – the purple and pink colourings of her aroused poo opening formed an erotic crater now raised from the brown stained starfish contours which formed the regular winking pattern of her most private and dirty bodily opening.

Closing my eyes and extending my tongue, I made contact with the sacred flesh and swirled appropriately.

Denise moaned irresistibly as I savoured the sweaty faecal moisture on the back of my tongue once more, swiping further up inside the length of her deep crevice, where there were likely to be many more flavours and germs embedded within the ginger anal hairs which lined themselves either side of her fleshy crack, much as toilet paper would necessarily do when Denise wiped her faeces clean after taking a dump.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh...Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...Ohhhhhhhhh..." we moaned in unison in preparation for what was about to come.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm...take your tongue away," Denise said suddenly.

As I did so, I watched, transfixed as Denise's already swollen anus began to flex.

It then gulped open at least 3 more times before clenching tight once more and releasing an extended fart which missed the reverberations of the toilet bowl and instead sounded much more earthy as it reached the surrounding air.

With my nose and face so close to her spread buttocks, I dared to go in and smell – the faecal sharpness contained within her bowel gas hit me for a few seconds – the first time I had actually smelled anything when Denise had passed gas – but SO exciting.

From that moment, Denise now began to grunt – holding her breath as she engaged her pooping muscles and then releasing it to a number of rapid pants – a cycle repeated maybe 2 or 3 times as her poo moved into position.

Her bowel movement had begun.

My heart thumped uncontrollably as I now realised that we were both past the point of no return.

Denise was about to do a poo and I trembled nervously as I wondered what it would REALLY be like.

Would it be hard and solid?

Soft and mushy?

Would it come out like long thin, brown sausages?

Or maybe round nuggets?

Would she maybe even have diarrhoea?

And of course, what would it smell like?

This was the "X-Factor" that had me most nervous with anticipation.

Another deep grunt as Denise held her breath now coincided with the appearance of a brown mass from within her rectum.

Her anus was now completely dilated – swollen - pink, purple and brown colours now flared outwards and revealed the deep and rippled contours of her rectal walls which still held her bowel movement inside.

In moments, I could see more.

It was slowly emerging from inside her body, poking its ragged, brown head beyond the deep pink puffiness of her anus and suddenly releasing its pungent odour far more strongly than the gas I had just inhaled.

"Whoaa!" I thought. That does stink!

There was no pretending about its unavoidable stench but the sight of Denise opening her bowels in front of me was absolute box-office!

"Mmmmmmmm...it's coming out for you now!" Denise proclaimed almost proudly.

The stench had now begun to fill the bathroom properly. We could both smell it, no doubt.

"Just do it slowly!" was my response, wanting it to last forever but knowing it couldn't.

Here it came!

A solid, brown, glistening stool was now emerging from Denise's body.

She was trying her best to control the speed of its exit to give me the most arousing experience possible, using every bit of muscle and anus control now as her panting persisted with every inch released.

The poo crackled audibly as it passed through her anus – the smell increasing exponentially also as it extended itself into the surrounding air.

"Mmmmmmmm...do you want me to poo in your mouth?" Denise asked directly without encouragement.

I considered it seriously for a moment but decided it was a bridge too far.

As much as I was enraptured at watching Denise defecate in front of me, actually taking the length of her stool into my mouth with its associated smell was more than I could have imagined.

"No...it's OK!" I replied somewhat with lament.

I did however do something next which I have never, ever done before.

With at least 8 inches of thick, glistening, brown poo hanging out of her bottom and in dire threat of snapping off into the toilet bowl beneath, I extended my tongue and began licking the length of the turd, ever-so lightly but sensually.

Even though I was struggling greatly with the pungent odour, I held my breath carefully as I moved into point-blank range and conducted some brief but sensual moments of "turd-a-lingus".

"Oh my God...are you licking my poo?" Denise asked.

I was too busy licking to respond!

For the amount of moaning that ensued once Denise realised what was happening, I might as well have been vibrating her clit and cunt with the strongest possible dildo.

"Ohhhhhh...you dirty, dirty boy!" Denise scrambled between her panting.

"Mmmmmmmmmm...I love the smell of your poo Denise!" I babbled, even though it was a fair way from the truth. "It tastes even better!"

More truthfully, the stench of Denise's shit was intense. Foul. Pungent. But in the verve of the moment, I thought it not utterly unbearable.

I wanted to see Denise poo so badly. I wanted to see a bowel movement come out of her body just as it would any time of the day. Any day of the week. I wanted to see it. Smell it. (Even taste it?!) I wanted to see its texture, its size, its colour, its consistency. Just as it would look like coming out of her body any time of the day.

Any day of the week. SO exciting!

And the stench had to be part of that.

To smell something that she had created inside her own body and now to let it all out in front of me like this was the ultimate expression of our relationship.

Bit by bit, more poo emerged from her insides, crackling delightfully as it went.

Stinking out the bathroom.

With well over 12 inches of firm brown faeces now poking out of her anus, Denise's anal muscles clenched and removed the length of stool which now curled and slapped softly against the white porcelain of the toilet bowl below, leaving a streaky brown skid mark on the side of the bowl before splashing just as gently into the water before coming to rest.

"Mmmmmmmmm...there you go! Did you enjoy watching me poo?" Denise beckoned for feedback.

"Incredible!" was the only response I cared to give.

"God its smelly though!" Denise admitted.

She wasn't wrong.

"That had been building up inside me all day!" Denise reminded me in case I'd forgotten.

"Mmmmmmmmmm...it smells good though!" I said, semi-lying, although I was quickly getting used to the unavoidable odour.

"As long as you don't mind!" Denise conceded. "I think there's a bit more as well!"

Excitedly, I re-engaged with Denise's large bare bottom that was exposed so graphically on the toilet seat.

She continued to hold her buttocks apart for me and on closer inspection, I could see how remarkably free of smeared poo her anus and the area surrounding it were.

It looked as though the faeces had left her body quite cleanly leaving only a small chunk of faecal matter just clinging within the core of her anal opening.

Denise began another round of more gentle grunting this time and within no time, her anus dilated once more and forced out another length of brown faeces – this time it was expelled much quicker and looked at first glance to be much softer and moist than the first monster length she had pooed out.

"Oh Denise...that looked much softer than the first poo! It came out much quicker for sure!" I added some commentary for effect.

"Mmmmmm...still a bit more to go my darling!" Denise had me at the ready.

Sure enough, a third and then fourth turd exited Denise's anus before my very eyes.

The third stool was softer but had some nice length and colour to it. It emerged more like soft-serve chocolate ice cream!

The fourth and final stool was soft and glistening but much shorter and stubby in length and was preceded by yet another short gas emission from her bowels.

The last 2 movements had clearly left some residue that would need to be wiped.

Seeing poo smeared like this around Denise's bottom hole was incredibly exciting – given that this was just a "regular" bowel movement and in the knowledge that I had licked Denise's anus so thoroughly and lovingly during our love making, it was visible proof that her anus regularly needed wiping after her toileting and that my tongue was almost certainly finding flavour and picking up germs from around her poo opening and anal hairs left even in negligible amounts added to the thrill of sticking my tongue in this part of her body.

I continued to watch incredulously as Denise's anus gulped several times more as it appeared to be wanting to remove the last remnants of faecal matter that may have been stuck within the core of her anus.

I noticed one last soft brown chunk dropped to join its colleagues in the toilet bowl during one of Denise's penultimate anal gulps.

Her anus looked back at me – soiled, glistening and more than still a little swollen.

As tempted as I was to lick Denise's anus clean of poo, I also was extremely looking forward to applying pure white toilet paper to her bottom and returning her anus to its regulation pink and brown colouring – the very same anus that I would no doubt be licking and sniffing again during sex.

"Do you want to wipe me?" Denise must have read my mind.

"Mmmmmmm...I SO want to!" I panted.

"It's so important to get my bum nice and clean now. I don't want to be getting any brown poo stains on the inside of my white knickers!" Denise made her point.

Wasting no time, Denise leant down and began to tear off some sheets of white toilet paper, carefully folding them into a square shape and then turning towards me.

As much as I wanted to wipe Denise's anus clean of her faeces, I also wanted to do it "right" for maximum effect.

Specifically, I had always dreamt of fucking a woman from behind whilst we took turns of wiping her bottom after she had just emptied her bowels and this was clearly the opportunity I had so desired.

Moreover, it occurred to me to take advantage of the access to Denise's big white underpants as we indulged this very dirty and private activity.

Watching Denise do a poo had been everything I could have imagined.

It was brown. It was smelly. It was long, moist and loaded having been packed within the depths of her intestines and it had now soiled her anus and bottom crack as it left her body and also left its mark on the inside of the toilet bowl.

Now the chance to wipe her bottom clean with white toilet paper and even better enhancing the experience with vaginal sex and her soiled white knickers was irresistible!

"Do you want to bend over the toilet?" I asked.

"Sure," was the reply.

Between us, we parted Denise's wide buttocks to once again revealed her poo-soiled anus and her hair-covered vulva hanging down underneath.

My cock had been rock-hard now forever – I had gently been stroking it all the while I had initially been observing Denise sitting on the toilet naked and then in turn as she had defecated graphically in front of me.

The smell of the movement was still permeating the small room – steaming upwards from the main deposit inside the toilet and as yet, uncovered until such time that it became covered with soiled white toilet paper.

The secondary odour was coming from within her buttocks and released itself every time they spread and exposed her poo-smeared anus.

I was much closer to this source and I had the overwhelming desire to put my penis as close to Denise's poo as possible.

Jumping down into the toilet bowl and swimming in her faeces was not nearly as practical as sliding my erect, veiny member into her slimy vagina, parting her vulva and pubic hair and starting to pump away.

"I really want to put my cock inside you," I confessed to Denise. "But wiping your bum at the same time..."

"Mmmmmmmmm...that might be VERY nice!" Denise replied.

Casting a glance towards the floor of the toilet, I noticed Denise's cotton underpants lying scrunched up and limp and I craved the desire to put them straight back in mouth, so I bent down and picked them up.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm..." Denise cooed, "What are you going to do with them?"

Without responding verbally, I simply unfurled them and stared back down into the cotton gusset, searching for the ideal place to put my mouth.

Given the moment, I really wanted to feel and taste directly the spot inside Denise's underpants where her vagina, perineum and anus had most likely been rubbing so I found this on the very base of her gusset, slightly towards the back just behind her yellowish discharge markings and put it straight in my mouth and began sucking.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm...so look at you birthday boy!" Denise was goading me. "My big undies back in your mouth so you can suck all those vagina and anus flavours.

Wow, it's amazing there's no poo stains in them considering how much gas I have passed in them today. There...you can lick the yellow discharge and maybe some pee droplets and then suck where my perineum has been rubbing and maybe still taste the gas which has absorbed into that big cotton crotch pad! Do you want to put your penis into my vagina now? It's pink and wet and hairy waiting for you! Nice and smelly and creamy for you! Once your penis is inside, I'll start wiping my bum for you. Get all that poo from my bum crack and onto the toilet paper where it belongs!"

Immediately then, I guided my penis directly towards her hairy pink vagina and slid it inside.

It was remarkable how smooth and warm her vaginal walls felt as her tender pink flaps wrapped themselves gently around the intruder, our pubic hair coming together as the first few strokes went all the way in, the head of my cock no doubt making contact with her cervix and g-spot if her guttural moans were anything to go by.

Of course, this new amount of friction was generating heat and forcing the steaming faecal odour from her bum crack to rise and hit my olfactory senses.

It was incredible and as much as the smell of Denise's bowel movement was still dominant, I imagined that I could just as easily have been retching by now but instead I was just going with it – embracing the smell that Denise had created in that small room by holding my breath and breathing deeply all at once, savouring the experience much more than repulsing it.

Denise then reached behind with that neatly folded square of white toilet paper and then applied it to her soiled anus.

With one sweeping wipe from her perineum to the top of her bottom crack, she removed the first large smear of "wet poo" from her anus area.

"WOW!" I thought. That's really a woman wiping her own bottom after her bowel movement.

Now anything I had imagined about what it might really be like was cast into stark reality.

Seeing the amount of Denise's moist faeces that transferred onto the white toilet paper made it SO real. There was no second-guessing now. This was highly sacred business!!

As the first square of paper landed on top of the bulk of her poo lying in the toilet below, I inhaled, sucked and thrust all at the same time!

This was the most sensually fulfilling sexual encounter imaginable and all my senses were engaged.

I truly hoped it was the same for Denise!

Wipe number 2 was up to me as Denise folded some more toilet paper and passed it back.

I made several deep and firm thrusts with my cock into Denise's creamy cunt, forcing some more wonderful moans from her before taking the plunge with the toilet paper, using my middle finger to erotically guide the white pad of paper first around the swollen crater of her poo hole and then up the deep canyon of her butt crack, smearing a good amount of faeces along the length of it, clearly also soiling those tender ginger hairs that populated the area so healthily.

It was so extremely arousing seeing all this first hand – knowing that I had licked Denise here regularly and should I have ever wondered if these areas became dirty during Denise's toileting – now I was in absolutely no doubt!

Denise took on the 3rd wipe now herself – also using her middle finger I noticed – to really centre first on her anus, making numerous small circular motions around the hole and finishing with yet another more careful sweeping wipe upwards through her butt crack.

"Mmmmmmmm...I really want to make sure all the poo is clean from my anus and all the surrounding hairs because there is so much that can get caught in those little hairs and make it so dirty and smelly after I've finished on the toilet. And then my undies will get brown stains in them for sure!" Denise admitted.

This was all music to my ears.

I could not have imagined feeling in any way disgusted at finding some brown poo skid marks inside Denise's Size 14 cotton underpants but still...

Proper hygiene demanded that Denise have a very clean anus and bottom crack in spite of my craving to see and smell her dirty undies.

Denise passed me some more toilet paper – it was my turn again.

Middle finger once again straight to her anus and now I could sense the wipes were becoming "drier". I really decided to apply the toilet paper deeply, much as I would to my own anus after a bowel movement. Wiping and pressing directly into Denise's anus, I realised she probably was quite "pooey" inside her anus as well as the surrounding area.