N.B: This story contains graphic descriptions of toilet activity, in particular a female bowel movement. If this is likely to cause offence, please read no further!

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Fortunately for me, I only needed to wait a mere 24 hours to receive the final part of my birthday present from Denise.

After a full day at work, Denise returned to my apartment just after 6 pm.

Wholly anticipating something very special from my lover, I had high hopes that we would leave no stone unturned in making the most of my annual celebration.

Denise had spared the nurse's uniform on this occasion, preferring for a pair of modest slacks, which highlighted the shape of her hips and bum along with a buttoned shirt up top.

Wasting little time, we once again commenced our session in the bedroom, much as we had done the previous evening with Denise pulling down her pants bent over and me beginning to touch her across her large crotch panel.

Denise knew that her Size 14 white cotton underpants had turned me on so much, with the larger crotch panel offering more absorption from her between-leg openings and more staining and odour for me to enjoy during our love-making sessions.

I could tell immediately that Denise was not wearing a pad tonight.

As much as I had enjoyed finding soiled sanitary pads inside her big white knickers as well as finding some in the trash of her bathroom, running my fingers over her soft, smooth crotch pad was so very exciting for both of us.

For me, it was feeling the soft sensuality of her cotton crotch panel knowing this thin strip of material was the only thing between my fingers and her tender, mature genitals.

For her, it was the feeling of me touching her here and knowing there was even one less layer between my searching fingers and her most private of female body parts.

Denise relaxed into a deeper, more open squat position whilst on all-fours, in order to give me better access to her undercarriage as my fingers worked softly but ever-more-firmly across the width of her crotch.

Denise's breathless moaning had begun as my strokes must have been contacting her erogenous items – labia, clit, vaginal opening and anus – individually and all at once.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm..." I joined in, "I love touching you across your big undies like this...Mmmmmmmm...they're so soft in between your legs."

"Mmmmmmmmmm..." Denise reciprocated, "You know they've been in between my legs all day, so they should be nice and 'spicy' for you right now!"

"Spicy, eh?" I was starting to gibber.

Before I even had the chance to contemplate the fresh spiciness on the inside of Denise's undies, she continued at full speed.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm...I've been passing so much gas into my undies today! My bowels have been building up all day and there's been A LOT of gas! My undies have been absorbing so much of it so I hope there wasn't any 'follow-up'. "

My erection doubled in size almost instantly.

"I'm happy to check for you if you'd like!" I replied cheekily.

"Would you do that for me darling?" Denise asked of me earnestly.

Taking that as permission, I slowly began to slide Denise's big Size 14 underpants down over her wide bum and hips, at first revealing her dark bum crack, her large, white buttocks and eventually her undies were down far enough that I could see right inside them – the most startling and arousing view was that of her stained crotch panel, which now faced straight back up towards me from having just been between her legs.

I was somewhat surprised the slightly yellowish stain was not more pronounced although it appeared painted in an almost perfect length across the vaginal strip of her wide crotch pad.

"Ohhhhhh Denise!" I said with controlled fervour, "I can see your panty stain down in between your legs!"

After a few moments considering this, Denise replied with, "It's especially for you! Happy birthday!"

Unrestrained, I bent down towards her bum and exposed underpants. Being able to approach the inside of her undies from behind gave me the wonderful opportunity to savour any odour that Denise had produced from both between her legs and from the inside of her knickers.

"I actually had on a pad this morning but took it off around lunchtime to let my undies absorb everything directly and give you more of a present!" Denise graced me with this exciting extra information.

"You've done so well to keep your undies as clean as they are then!" I complimented Denise sincerely, whilst also beginning to feel like something of an authority on feminine hygiene!

"Why thank you darling!" Denise gushed in return.

By now I had positioned my face down between her legs with her bare bottom within an extension of my tongue and I desired more than anything to press down towards the sacred realm of her discharge-soiled cotton underpants.

"Come down as far as you need to my darling...I want you to get close!" Denise offered.

With my left hand slowly but firmly stroking my cock, I used the spare right to gently push Denise's dirty crotch panel onto my nose and mouth from the outside of the panty.

I made multiple short, sharp inhales directly out of the apex of the crotch pad whilst simultaneously running my tongue across the vaginal geometry of the material – knowing full well that this is where Denise's vagina and pubic hair had been rubbing all day on the inside of her large knickers.

The smell was indeed tangy – Denise's special cocktail of pubic sweat, vaginal tang, urine and some hint of perfume was also in the mix.

Still yet to explore any further, I yearned to eventually move my attentions further to the back of the panty, where Denise had so frankly confessed to me that she had been releasing gas from her bowels directly into undies throughout the day.

It didn't take long.

From consuming all the odour and any flavour from the vaginal section of her underpants, I strategically began to focus just to the rear where my imagination roamed to Denise's puckered anus flexing repeatedly, as the gas forced its way from her body, the cotton underpants both absorbing odour and protecting her outer garments all at once.

I licked the rear area of her panties which would likely have absorbed most of the gas – not exactly knowing, but vaguely hoping I could still taste the remains of her gassy expulsions. My tongue was also swirling of course for any faecal specs dispatched in the process, even though Denise had not left any obvious poo streaks on the white cotton during the day.

"I love watching you enjoy my panties like this!" Denise purred. "It's like you're smelling and tasting my holes directly!"

"Of course, I want to do that too!" I chirped.

"Well my dirty lover – you're in luck! It's your birthday and I've been meaning to tell you – I REALLY need to go to the toilet!" Denise now dropped the ultimate lead-on.

I could only hope that this meant she REALLY needed to go to the toilet.

Number 1?

Hopefully for certain.

Number 2?

Hopefully for certain as well, but justifiably as with anything to do with a potential bowel movement, there was a healthy amount of trepidation involved if it came to this.

Denise and I had been comfortably including toilet activity (amongst other things) in our sexual exploits, so for one of us engaging defecation for mutual pleasure seemed like a very exciting (albeit dirty...and naughty) development.

I was more than happy to move our activity into the toilet at this very point – as was Denise apparently.

Sliding Denise's big white bloomers back over her hips and bum, we changed location once more.

Denise immediately turned towards me, slid her knickers down around her knees and sat on the white toilet seat.

Her top was still on at this point, with me likewise keeping my shirt on but now dealing with a huge erection inside my jocks.

"Come down closer darling, I so want you to see me pee!" Denise beckoned directly.

I took a few moments to just look at my shapely, mature lover sitting down on the toilet about to share one of her more private bodily functions with me, just as she would at any time during her day. Her lowered white underpants were the focus of everything of what I was looking at however.

Women's underpants are removed and exposed at only certain times – going to the toilet, having sex and when changing clothes at various times of the day.

Such a natural exposure it is - and so exciting, that what is almost exclusively something for "women's eyes only" was actually being shared with me exclusively.

It occurred to me whilst gazing at Denise in her seated position, that many women learn much about and go about managing their most feminine secrets whilst sitting on the toilet.

Fundamental holes are opened and exposed in a very private setting at this time and offer the ideal opportunity to deal with them accordingly.

Beyond staring at the overall picture with wonder, I observed her pale milky thighs angling apart sufficiently to see the top of her ginger pubic triangle which currently sat benignly above the mechanics of what was about to take place.

Denise repeated her gesture to bring me in closer.

I obliged readily.

Denise opened her thighs wider now also exposing the inside of her crotch panel to me as I pushed the cotton to my nose and mouth once more.

I wanted to sniff and taste Denise's odour and flavour so badly as I watched her urinate at close range and it almost took me by surprise and I saw the first spurts spray from within the midst of her pubic hair.

Within moments, Denise's waterworks were now hissing in full jet-stream mode – the acrid smell of her urine permeating the clustered atmosphere between her legs above all else.

I could also feel the smelly droplets of spray hitting my face. It was all happening so quickly, I just wanted everything to just slow down.

Denise could just have easily have been reading my mind as she suddenly stopped the flow.

I then took it upon myself to use my thumbs and pull her labia majora apart and expose her slightly dangling labia minora, which also split apart quite easily when prompted.

Clearly visible were multiple droplets of pee which had obviously caught her ginger pubes on the way through and some considerable amount of moisture congregated around her bright pink flaps and the internals of her equally pink vaginal meatus.

Also just visible was the small pink acorn of Denise's clitoris, which was caught up in her moist labial folds, beautifully surrounded by ginger hair as was most else between her legs.

"Oh Denise!" I murmured, not really knowing what else to say.

"Do you want to lick my pee?" she asked.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm..." I groaned as I extended my tongue down between her legs and began licking around her dripping pubes and the areas contained by both sets of labia.

Most crucially I wanted to split her cunt apart with my fingers and extend my tongue to explore the physical outlet of her urethra.

Being able to taste Denise's urine directly from its source as well as explore her vaginal structure so intimately with my tongue was all that I could have wanted - all this, knowing that Denise was still raw and unwashed after her long day at work.

What a finale to my birthday present!

And yet, the best was yet to come – even though I was only about to realise it.

"Mmmmmmmmmm...," Denise moaned as my tongue pressed against her still dilated pee hole, likely finding certain nerve endings associated with the deep shaft of her clitoris.

For me, the salty and slightly acrid taste of her urine had found its way into my mouth.

It wasn't exactly sparkling wine but had such a deep bodily flavour to it that was impossible to resist along with the already well-established pussy spice that was in plentiful evidence from within the private recesses of her panties.

What always has fascinated me about a woman's geography was what I was currently looking at as Denise sat on the toilet – that on outward appearances, there is "nothing" between a woman's legs.

Men of course have ample "dangle" – penis and a scrotum – but women are basically "bare", aside from that magical triangle of hair that with greater knowledge of course, hides the real "something" that women have hidden up underneath them.

Even with the most generous covering of pubic hair, women's "dangle" can still be evident with a well-developed set of protruding labia or well-sized clitoris making itself obvious from within the natural protection.

The toilet is therefore one of the best environments to discover these secrets as every individual woman attends to her business in the most natural possible way.

In Denise's case, there was an amount of natural "dangle" when exploring further.

Her lips were by no means thick and flappy like some women, but there was enough flesh contained within them that they were able to "hang" nicely at certain angles.

Getting them split apart and unrestricted over the toilet bowl was ideal and this is what I most wanted now.

"There's still a little bit more," Denise alluded to the scene currently going on between her legs.

So it was with much excitement that I held her large labia apart, which subsequently allowed her minor labia to achieve their pretty and explicit "dangle".

With lips splayed, Denise commenced round 2 of her urination, spraying the remaining contents of her bladder with force into the toilet bowl beneath.

It was a much cleaner pee as the flow had virtually unrestricted exit, completely missing labial wrinkles and hair and instead transferring directly from bladder to toilet bowl (via a very open and distended urethra).

Denise's pee structure hissed dramatically for a good further 20 seconds or so, providing plentiful amounts of rebounded spray onto my fingertips and even a few on my face.

At the very moment that her jet stream began to reduce, a lengthy, sonorous fart released into the toilet bowl.

This was not only very unexpected but also the first time I had heard evidence of gas passing out of Denise's body.

As Denise had been alluding to, she had been farting plentifully throughout the day so maybe I should have been more prepared.

At least this was proof that she wasn't lying!

As the last few squirts of urine released now themselves into the toilet, another couple of short farts escaped from Denise's bottom.

"Ooooooh Denise," I added, "that's the first time I've ever heard you fart!"

Denise looked down at me with a somewhat shameless grin as she began to stroke my hair, almost beckoning me to move my face right down in between her legs with the anticipation of possibly more to come.

It was apparent that the farts were not particularly smelly but I certainly craved the idea of being able to smell at least something from her gassy emissions.

In the meantime, I took the liberty to once again extend my tongue towards her pee-moistened vulva.

Peeling her tender, moist labia apart with my fingers, I tried to expose her urethra as best I could – just below her clitoral lump and just above her vagina – and as soon as I could see its gape, I sent my tongue directly towards it, bypassing all the hair and pink labial flesh to begin flicking around its dilation and swirling as might have been done with a fold or two of pure white toilet paper.

It wasn't long before I could taste the tangy saltiness of her urine residue in my mouth.

Feeling for the opening of her urethra with the tip of my tongue also allowed me to flick it up underneath the bulge of her clit.

At this, Denise began to breathlessly gasp.

Sitting on the toilet with her legs apart, knickers down and her vaginal flaps wide open and exposed after peeing, Denise was allowing me the most intimate access to her femininity and natural bodily functions possible.

Giving Denise maximum sexual pleasure in return was now the least I could do.

I thus kept my tongue where it was – swirling around her open pee hole and nudging upwards against the shaft of her swollen clit – all the while, savouring the flavours and odours that were emitting from between Denise's legs and the innards of her big white underpants.

Denise was now gasping and moaning as much as I was inhaling and swallowing.

"Ohhhhhhh...that feels SO GOOD!" Denise managed to vocalise but I was too busy licking her to respond.

My tongue flicked and slowly circled, prodded and poked and massaged Denise's urethra and clitoris.

"Would you like me to touch your anus?" I asked with a desire to increase her arousal.

"Mmmmmmmm...I'd love you to!" Denise responded instantly.

Releasing my hand from Denise's vulva, I then reached further down underneath and found the dirtier, wrinkled opening of her anus.

In my experience, when you initially touch a woman's anus, it can either feel dry or moist.

Denise's felt moist.

It actually "squelched" some when I started to move my finger around its surface.

"Mmmmmmmm...you're a little bit wet back here," I commented.

"Really?" Denise replied.

My mind ran through the possible factors from her daily activity – sweat, poo, farting, pee residue and the biggest "X-Factor" of them all, the general phenomena of "bum juice".

"Bum Juice" I imagined to be the equal of vaginal discharge or smegma – the natural lubrication of the anus – which can apply to both male and female alike.

Whatever the cause, the feeling was somewhere between tacky and slimy and with Denise's consent, I kept my finger there massaging for well over a minute.

"Mmmmmmm...I've been farting so much today. If it's mixed in with sweat and any moisture from around my bum – I'm not surprised it's a bit slippery down there!"

Denise's commentary was arousing as it was frank.

Wanting to seize the moment, I looked up at Denise as I pressed my finger more firmly at her anal opening and felt her convulse slightly as my finger slid inside.

"Ohhhhhhh..." Denise breathlessly vocalised as my finger entered her rectum.

I may not have needed to wonder any longer where Denise's anal moisture was coming from as the inside of her rectal walls felt exceptionally well lubricated.

My finger was now exploring - pushing ever so gently further up into her poo channel and Denise moaned even more audibly as my penetration deepened.

As I extended as far as my finger would reach, it suddenly felt like I touched something I would never have expected to touch.

The way Denise flinched instantaneously as I made contact, merely confirmed what I was thinking.

"I think I'm actually touching your movement!" I could hardly contain myself.

"You ARE!" Denise replied with zeal.

"Ohhhhhh Denise! I can't believe I'm really touching the head of your poo!" I continued excitedly.

"It's been building up inside me all day long," Denise kindly supplied me with the details. "All the gas. All the urges I've had to go. I wanted to save it, hold it in and let it build up for as long as possible – just for you! A very SPECIAL birthday present for YOU - my dirty, dirty boy!"

It was a feeling I didn't want to surrender quickly and therefore my finger stayed where it was – massaging the innards of Denise's rectum and of course, the hard-packed stool that she was storing up inside her.

I had to double-take somewhat at that moment to take it all in.

"Look at you my dirty boy – down in between my legs while I sit on the toilet and do my business for you. You get to see the discharge stains on the inside of my big white undies as well as a full-frontal view of all my hairy lady parts. And if that's not enough, you've got your finger way up inside my bum hole touching the tip of my bowel movement and all this only moments after you watched me pee and I let you lick my wide-open pee hole." Denise was very timely with the intervention of her commentary which certainly helped me to take stock. "If you keep your finger where it is, I can start rubbing my clit and I'll think deeply about what I'm going to show you."
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.
It was also a poor excuse to simply massage Denise's beautiful poo opening and give her more stimulation around the sensitive nerve endings whilst I was filling her fishy pink cunt with my massive erection.

"Mmmmmmmmmm...that feels SO good!" Denise mumbled with her eyes closed and cunt and anus moistening by the second. "Keep wiping my bum with that toilet paper! Clean all the poo away like a good boy! Get my anus back to its pink colour quickly. Wipe all that smell away! Clean all those little ginger hairs so you can lick them again!"

Her commentary was as exciting as her poo was.

"Mmmmmmmmmm..." I kept wiping with that toilet paper, so tenderly but firmly at the same time, gazing at her swollen anal crater and all those little brown wrinkles that made up the geography of her shitter.

As I removed the toilet tissue, I could clearly see by the amount of faeces that the paper had picked up and that we still had several more wipes until we could consider Denise's anus "clean".

I also noticed the very exciting sight of a couple curly little ginger hairs which had attached themselves to the paper along with the poo.

"Look baby...hairs!" I showed Denise.

"Mmmmmmmmmm...so nice for you to see some of my little hairs come off on the toilet paper," Denise responded.

Curious to know, I raised the soiled toilet paper to my nose and sniffed deeply.

It smelled disgusting but divine all at once and I also took the liberty of flicking one of the little poo-smeared hairs with my tongue which then managed to stick to my tongue.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm...I've got one of your hairs in my mouth!" I told Denise.

"There's one more on there if you want it!!"

Somewhat to my surprise, Denise took the toilet paper off me and then swiped the remaining hair onto her own tongue once she had located it.

We both now had Denise's pooey little pubic hairs in our mouths – one each.

Talk about adult entertainment!

Denise then wiped herself for a fifth time, still removing a nice brown smear from the inner side of her sphincter.

Wipe number 6 was now mine again and I repeated the deep anal massage from previously.

Denise simply moaned as I continued to slide my penis in and out of her vagina – the added stimuli of an anus massage with toilet paper was my way to thank my lover for this most generous and perverse of birthday gifts.

By wipes 7 and 8, Denise's anus, pubic hairs and bottom crack were all but clean.

We added a 9th wipe for good measure to know the job was done beyond reasonable doubt.

The pinkness inside her anus was now visible again and the brown wrinkles were free of poo smearing.

What I could see though were little white fragments of toilet paper which were caught up in some of her anal hairs and some in the depths of her bum crack.

This was OK.

I could imagine Denise putting her underpants back on after a big poo with a perfectly clean anus but some of these tiny "clingers" still stuck inside generating their own smell and germs as they continued to mix with her sweat and anal moisture as she went on with her daily business.

She would also want to keep these little harbingers of germs clear of her tender pink vagina which would need to stay clear of poo and any other bacteria that might be generated inside her undies once they were back in position and doing their everyday job of feminine absorption and protection.

With this in mind, I now wanted to finish Denise off by coming inside her and then bringing her to her own wonderful orgasm by licking her anus clean of the toilet paper "clingers" while massaging her clit and cunt all at once.

Coming inside Denise was the easy part.

The warmth and softness of her creamy, moist, fishy pussy along with the still lingering smell of her recent bowel movement had me building quickly. Inserting my thumb directly into her raw, freshly wiped anus brought my seed out almost instantly and I promptly injected her with hot, thick spurts of my semen over several shuddering convulsions.

We moaned intensely and simultaneously, yet it was some minutes before I withdrew and began my final act of analingus on Denise's back passage.

My cock had deflated rapidly but I was no less desirous of those tiny little specks of used toilet paper that Denise now had floating along the length of her bum crack.

I went straight down, licking feverishly and sensually to try and collect those dirty little clingers onto my tongue.

To keep tasting Denise's poo, to keep smelling the results of her defecation as well as whiffs of her deep feminine fishiness and my just-spent semen was my driving force and in turn be able to give Denise a similar, shuddering, convulsing orgasm similar to the one I had just enjoyed.

I worked on my lover for at least 10 minutes.

Her anus was so intensely responsive to my licking having just been pooed out of and wiped clean with toilet paper it was clearly the best technique to employ.

Backing this up with deep fingering of her rectum and vagina and some exceptionally tender clitoral stimulation brought her to orgasm after several near-misses and "speed-humps".

Said "speed-humps" merely intensified Denise's orgasm when it arrived.

And when it did, it lasted – close to a minute – and at her beckoning, I reinserted my fingers deep inside her to push her to not just a second but third, shuddering come, one after the other after the other.

Both completely come out, our final act of this incredible love-making session (which had proved to be close to the "ultimate" birthday present) was to flush Denise's bowel movement, together with 9 neatly folded, poo-soiled squares of paper, down the toilet.

The bowl gurgled as the brown poo and paper swirled, breaking up somewhat as it disappeared away down the S-Bend.

There was a clear brown streak left on the side of the toilet bowl as the water settled and some fragments of disintegrated paper and faecal matter remained visible.

"Just another daily bowel movement for Denise!" was the thought that came to mind as poo, paper, skid marks remained – a problem simply fixed by another flush and quick swirl with the toilet brush to removed the sticky turd from the porcelain.

The remaining sharp smell also lingered but with the main offensive material now disposed of, the odour was now residual rather than direct.

As is the feminine way, Denise reached for the tin of deodoriser from the shelf above the cistern and gave a couple of short, sharp squirts to now mix her faecal odour with a more perfumed smell but still smelling very typical of someone who had just done their daily poo into the toilet and had now cleaned up behind them.

Similar to what she might well have done at work or at home whenever nature calls.

Not all clear cut and odour-free as you would imagine a woman's toilet business to be but now that I had witnessed it first hand, I now realised that Denise could create something as smelly and disgusting as any human being and made the best of it by cleaning herself (with my help on this occasion) as any hygienic, functioning woman might do.

And the most incredible birthday present I could have imagined!