Denver was a stunningly beautiful college girl who had just finished an indulgent lunch with her friends. As she walked back to class, her tiny frame was clad in skinny jeans and a flimsy top that showed off her toned midriff and ample cleavage. Her long legs kept a brisk pace as she navigated through the bustling corridors of the university, her ponytail bouncing along behind her.
But as she approached her bathroom, she felt an intense urge to relieve herself - and not just in the conventional sense. Pushing open the door, she quickly locked it and headed straight for the toilet bowl. With one hand deftly unbuttoning her jeans, she unzipped them and let them fall to her ankles before stepping out of them altogether.
Naked save for her top and panties, she wiggled out of them both and stood before the porcelain throne, her full breasts jiggling slightly with every breath. With one hand braced on the cool tiled wall above her head, she spread her legs wide and lowered herself onto the toilet seat, her pussy already glistening with desire.
She pushed her panties aside and let out a long, low moan as her body began to release what felt like a bottomless well of shit. It gushed out of her like a waterfall, pouring over the sides of the toilet and plopping onto the floor in steaming piles of fresh feces. Lifting her hips off the seat slightly, she let the stream of waste continue until there was nothing left but the sour taste of her own excrement in her mouth.
Her heart pounded in her chest; this was the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced, one that left her breathless and shaking with pleasure. She took long, deep breaths to calm herself down, her hands trembling as she reached for the toilet paper roll to clean herself up.
Standing there, naked and covered in shit, she felt a strange mix of shame and arousal coursing through her veins. Grabbing her clothes off the floor, she stepped out of the mess she'd made and began to dress again, her fingertips brushing against the warm, damp fabric that clung to her skin.
With a final glance at the grimy puddle on the floor, she left the bathroom, wondering if she'd ever be able to look at it - or herself - the same way again.
