3 comments/ 29964 views/ 8 favorites Imogen's Undies By: Paradiggler I recently had a dream come true when I got to smell and taste the dirty underpants of a beautiful housemate. It is something I had been waiting on for quite a while and finally it came true! I have accessed her clean underpants previously off the clothes line - they were soft and clean with no visible stains. Nice and clean little plain black panties -- size 10. They didn't smell of anything but clean washing. Ideally, I would have much preferred them dirty. Still, I was able to enjoy the imagination of them rubbing against Imogen's vagina and covered in her pubic hair. That soft gusset spending all day between her legs and I imagined a nice strong pubic hair smell and possibly something from her vagina as well. I have long liked Imogen and dreamt about her inner workings in terms of her vagina, anus and pubic hair and what goes on inside her underpants. One night recently, Imogen left a basket of clean washing in the living room before she went to bed. There it was for me to explore and I immediately found 3 more pairs of her clean underpants in amongst the washing -- pretty black bikinis combined in size between 10 and 12, one pair though was kind of nylon in material but by far my favourite pair was the soft cotton size 12. It had a separate crotch panel and looked so tiny and pretty against my penis and it felt so soft as I touched it and imagined it contacting amongst her pubic hair and beautiful vaginal flaps. This was all great because I sensed now for some time that Imogen was becoming much more comfortable being in the house with me. For the time being, I realised that she was becoming freer in her habits and it might be only matter of time before she generously left some fresh dirty knickers lying around for me to explore. I was right and did not have to wait long. She had just returned from another trip away and as part of her routine she always did her washing immediately after arriving home. This time though, I realised that she had not had time to do it all as she had actually said that she had "too much" to do at once, which indicated she would leave some for the next day. I was extremely hopeful that my chance would come once she went to bed for the opportunity I had anticipated. I waited and waited then finally...... I soon found an extra bag in the laundry and as I flitted through it, my heart leapt as I uncovered a dirty pair of black knickers with a lovely discharge stain right on the crotch. It was most likely a pair she had worn on the job in the past couple of days. It was a lovely creamy-yellow crust, smeared over the crotch panel and as I inspected it closer, I could actually make out the shape of her vagina by the way the fanny batter had been deposited on the cotton. When I began to sniff the area, it smelt of Imogen's odour -- sweaty, female aroma from her daily activity. The discharge itself didn't smell but as I very carefully ran my tongue across the soiled area, it definitely had a sweet taste. All this indicated that Imogen is a very clean girl -- her discharge is not smelly but has a very natural taste and appearance -- it is simply a nice, healthy, feminine vagina cleansing itself against the pretty canvas of her underpants. Absolutely delicious!!! I immediately retreated to my bedroom with the forbidden garment in my pocket and commenced a wonderful late-night fantasy about my lovely housemate. Climbing into bed, I wrapped the underpants around my head with the dirty gusset pressed directly against my nose and mouth. This was the area of the strongest smell -- I carefully sniffed around where her anus would have been but unfortunately there was no smell at all. I lay back and began inhaling, with each deep breath, I took in Imogen's wonderful odour and instantly fantasised about her beautiful unwashed, hairy vagina spread over my face with her thick labia pulled wide apart to reveal a mass of bright pink vaginal flesh inside, coated with healthy amounts of her natural, gluey, discharge emitting an incredible sweaty, feminine odour. Mmmmmmmmm. I also imagined her beautiful anus pressed hard against my nose, allowing me to also inhale her most forbidden bodily aroma. It maybe something that many people don't want to think about, but for me there is nothing better the thought of a beautiful woman sitting on the toilet and emptying her back passage. When it comes to sexuality, I always find the two impossible to separate and if ever there is the opportunity to sample this part of a woman's anatomy, I will take it. With each inhalation, my imagination went wild -- my tongue exploring all of her tender holes intimately, combined with the feel and smell of her soiled knickers directly on my nose and mouth. I imagined her pubic hair getting caught in my mouth occasionally as my tongue wandered freely between her dirty vagina and anus, tasting deeply every flavour and odour that was on offer! Her underpants by themselves were just divine, as I had to stop and inspect the discharge stain very carefully and was overjoyed to actually be able to see the shape of her vagina on the gusset which had been created by the pattern of the smeared discharge. I was not able to resist either the temptation of poking my tongue out and pressing the tip of it VERY gently onto the dried discharge. This had come directly out of Imogen's pretty vagina and was too good not to try it. I could detect quite a sweet flavour as I tentatively swallowed the product, stopping again to lovingly inspect Imogen's gorgeous fanny smear. This went on for over a couple of hours as I paused between orgasms and simply inhaled her delicious aroma so deeply, pausing to inspect and give another gentle lick and then repeat the cycle. The main thing was to deliver the undies back into the dirty washing bag before morning, as much as I just wanted to keep them forever. It just wasn't worth getting caught!! Funnily enough, I like Imogen even more now and we are getting on better than ever now that I know some of her dirty, private feminine secrets. I kind of like to think she knows what I am doing as well. Thank you Imogen, you are a very beautiful girl and I feel very lucky that you have obliged me so easily with your dirty private secrets. I have an insight into what goes on between your legs now and inside your underpants and I like you even more because of it. Imogen's Undies Ch. 02 Time spent recently with my housemate Imogen has provided some deliciously sensuous experiences. Once again, I have taken every opportunity to sample her undies, both dirty and clean. My preference is always for her freshly worn pairs so I can smell her indirectly from the gusset of her underpants, although it is still a pleasure masturbating with her clean pairs as the cotton crotch panel still feels so soft against my penis and it is always in the knowledge that it has been in between her legs at some point, rubbing against her pubic hair and anus and vagina during the day and night. I noticed on the clothesline at home that Imogen had bought some new cotton undies - a set of size 12 bikinis in black, grey and white. Freshly washed, there was no stains inside them and no smell - other than that of washing powder - but still very exciting, especially with this new found discovery that Imogen actually wears white underpants! Previously, I had found numerous pairs of her undies - all soft cotton and mostly black - but also other variations such as a purple pair which I found freshly worn inside a pair of track pants with stains and creases from possibly pre-period discharge. Absolutely delicious! Another black cotton pair I had found a few days earlier were, most likely, Imogen's ovulation undies, containing a large vagina-shaped smear that was like dried egg-white in her crotch panel. Finding a white pair set my mind racing as white is always the most easily stained with any vaginal discharge and anal skid marks. My inspections of Imogen's undies to date had not actually revealed any skid marks from her anus, which was a very fine indicator that she was a very clean girl who wiped her bottom very carefully after a bowel movement. The latest panty acquisition went a long way to backing up the likelihood of Imogen's clean toilet hygiene. To my ongoing delight, I located a pair of Imogen's new black size 12 cotton knickers inside a pair of her shorts in her bedroom, which she had probably only removed that morning. Her temporary absence from the house allowed me the opportunity to fossick and I snatched the panties accordingly. Taking them straight to my bedroom, I unfurled them and proceeded to indulge all they had to offer. Firstly, I noticed that they were completely stain-free which was fine by me. The crotch panel was of my favourite type - soft cotton with an extra layer for absorption and protection which was sealed from the anus end but open from the vagina end. It was this open end that I attended to immediately and it produced instant results. As I put my nose to the soft material, I could smell her subtle, sweaty tang instantly. In fact, the majority of the available smell was actually trapped under the extra flap of material within the panty. It was this that I opened right up in order to access the most I could of Imogen's natural smell. I also realised that the entire crotch panel was worth exploring as all of Imogen's undercarriage would have been contacting it as she moved around wearing them. As my nose moved along the soft cotton from front to back, I spent the most time identifying where her vaginal opening and anus would have been rubbing and I can confirm that there was barely any odour from the vaginal area and absolutely none from the anal area. For this reason, I just concentrated on opening up the loose end of the crotch panel and sniffing Imogen's trapped odour from underneath. I wrapped her panties around my head with the smelliest part of the panty directly on my nose and proceeded to masturbate with Imogen's spicy odour permeating my senses. The soft cotton crotch panel felt amazing on my nose and mouth and I just indulged the reality that it her vagina, anus and pubic hair had all been encased within it for an extended period and now my nose and mouth were in direct contact with the very same material. As much as I badly wanted to run my tongue along the material, I had to resist in context that I needed to return the panties to where I had found them and should Imogen happen to find her panties totally wet from me having licked out them for half-an-hour, it would be potentially disastrous. The next chapter of my interaction with Imogen was the very same afternoon when we were at home together and enjoying each other's company. At some point whilst I was busy getting some food from the fridge, Imogen actually disappeared to the bathroom and due to the amount of time she took, I realised that she was probably doing more than peeing. I had dreamt of the reality of Imogen taking a shit in my presence and although she was not exactly doing it in my presence this time, I realised an opportunity to get as close as possible to the action and I was able to do this by going to the toilet myself. It so happens that both bathrooms in the house are right next to each other, so I took advantage by heading in to take a piss. It was just as I passed the toilet to relieve myself, I heard Imogen call out. "Are you there??" she called. "Yeah, I'm here," I replied. "Sorry, but I've just run out of toilet paper in here and there's none in the cupboard!" she continued. "Oh right," I responded incredulously. "Do you need me to try and find some?" "If you could, that would be great!!" Imogen said with obvious relief in her voice. I then went into the other bathroom and looked under the vanity unit where I found a number of fresh rolls. Taking one out, I then moved toward the bathroom where Imogen was inside, not really knowing what to do next. Before I knew it, I heard Imogen say from within, "Come in if you want." Tentatively, and with my heart about to explode out of my chest with petrified anticipation, I gently pushed the bathroom door open. What I saw and smelled will possibly imprint on me forever. There was Imogen, sitting on the toilet, hunched over with her shorts around her knees, looking surprisingly unabashed. Although I couldn't see anything particularly lewd or revealing apart from a section of her bare thighs and hips, the smell in the room immediately gave away what had been going on in there. To my immense delight, the odour of Imogen's faeces was VERY present. Her poo did not smell nearly as strong as I thought it might, but it was still obvious. For those few moments that I could enjoy it, Imogen's faecal odour was so present and filling the small room - sharp yet subtle and unmistakable - if I had to imagine how her poo would actually smell, then this would probably it; obvious yet not so foul that it was completely off-putting, in fact all I wanted to do was to get closer to the toilet bowl to take more of it in. Without stepping around the obvious, Imogen apologised instantly. "Sorry about the smell," she said. Not knowing what else to say, I simply replied, "That's OK!" Seeing my beautiful housemate in such a situation surrounded by the smell of her own bowel movement was both highly confronting and stimulating all at once. "There you go," was my next contribution as I handed the toilet roll to Imogen and then attempted to look I don't know where. "It's OK," she said, "You don't have to be embarrassed." Pausing momentarily, but also posturing as though I probably needed to get out of there ASAP, I turned to do just that. To my complete shock and amazement, Imogen intervened. "I don't mind if you stay, since you're in here now. You might as well see what I'm about to do." Imogen offered. I couldn't believe it. Was I really hearing things?? Was she for real?? I was now frozen to the spot in quite an embarrassing and uncomfortable situation with Imogen but also realising that this could about to be something very, very special. "If you want to stay and watch me wipe my bottom, I don't mind!" Imogen could not have been clearer than this. "I really don't know what to say," I dribbled. "There's no need..." Imogen reassured me. "Just watch!" Silently, I stood there not knowing what to expect next but when Imogen started attaching the new toilet roll, it was actually more obvious than it should have been. Once attached, she began peeling off some sheets right there in front of me - both of us with somewhat silly looks on our faces - perhaps realising how ridiculous this really was but also realising that there was something quite amazing happening right here and now. Still frozen to the spot, but also realising that this was a moment to be taken full advantage of, I made the first move. "Wait!!" I gestured. Imogen paused and looked at me, also somewhat frozen in not knowing what I was about to do next. "Sorry if this seems a bit weird but I really want to see inside your undies." I quavered. Imogen paused once again at this request as though she wanted to completely take over the situation at this point but just perhaps wanted also to give me enough rope to hang myself. Despite the strange dynamic, Imogen decided to play along and give me what I wanted. "OK then," she responded, and proceeded to lower her shorts just below her knees allowing me to glimpse a view of a pair of black cotton panties from within her shorts and my heart skipped several beats. "May I?" I asked with semi-serious intent. "Sure!!" Imogen suddenly began to relax now she knew she had quite a deal of control over the situation. I began to squat down in front of her, my heart now absolutely racing with the sight of her black undies inside her shorts and knowing exactly where they had been just before she sat on the toilet. There was also the immediate and persistent odour of her bowel movement rising up from the toilet bowl beneath, which I expected was likely to overpower anything the inside of her underpants may have to offer. Imogen then made her undies more available to me by adjusting them inside her shorts and also opening her legs a bit more than they previously had been. I caught an instant glimpse of the top of her pubic hair triangle, before moving in on the exposed panties and my erection jumped to full size in no time at all. Within moments, my face was down between Imogen's legs and inching towards the raw crotch panel of her black cotton underpants. "I actually know that you've been sneaking into my room and looking at my panties." Imogen suddenly blurted. I stopped and looked up at her at this. I felt a flush of total mortification take control temporarily but knew that this was going to be insufficient to stop me indulging her undies right there and now. "I suspected that's what you were doing and I set up a small camera near my bed so I could prove it. It's OK though, I actually don't mind - I think it's kind of sexy," she reiterated. After another pregnant pause, she continued. "So what did you think of them?? I hope they weren't too stinky for you!" "Not at all!" was my quick-fire response. The thought crossed my mind at this point as to how honest I should be with Imogen as to exactly how I had indulged her intimates. Should I tell her about the licking? Should I tell her that I had sampled a pair of both her ovulation and period underpants? Should I give her a detailed account of the odours and their different qualities? "Probably not," was my almost instant conclusion. Right here and now, I was about to experience something close to sacred and there seemed no point whatsoever jeopardising it. "Well then," Imogen continued, "my panties are right here if you want to have a close look at them. And if you're a good boy and can handle the smell down there, I might even show you something more secret as well!!" At this, she opened her legs a little wider and exposed the inside of her black knickers to me as well as a larger section of her pubic hair. Immediately I could see that they were not stained and most likely the same black knickers I had found in her room in the past 24 hours - if they were then she had been wearing them for a little longer and they had probably absorbed even more of her smell. This is what I was hoping for anyway. She reached down at this point and pushed the raw gusset towards my face, all the while watching for my response. I cast a loving look up towards her sitting on the toilet with her legs apart and her shorts now pushed down around her ankles and her undies just below her knees with the crotch panel fully exposed to me. I knew that the open end of the separate crotch panel contained the primary amount of her odour so this is what I went for. Lowering my nose directly to the soiled material between her legs, I pressed my nose carefully against it and slowly inhaled. My first intake was rewarded, as I was able to detect Imogen's sweaty, spicy pussy odour quite clearly. Shutting my eyes, I took another and then another, each one slower and more deliberate. "How's that?" she asked, "not too smelly I hope..!!" "No," I replied. "It smells amazing - really sweaty and dirty, like a real girl's fanny should!!" "It's because of all my pubic hair," Imogen continued. "It makes me sweat more down there, but my cotton undies are very absorbent, especially with the extra crotch panel in there. Here, I'll show you a trick - if you separate the crotch panel at the open end, it stores more of my smell in there, just like this!" Imogen then reached down and opened up the unstitched end of her gusset to allow me to smell inside it, which I took great delight in doing. "There you go," Imogen beckoned, "smell in there if you like, if you really want to enjoy it!" It was like she was releasing an extra, secret storage pocket of her odour to me. The smell was certainly more potent as it hit my nose as I wondered how this tiny piece of extra cotton inside her undies had actually interacted with both her pubic hair and vagina to create such an enticing aroma. "Do you want to slip your tongue inside it?" Imogen asked as she watched me sniff the gusset of her underpants. "You can really get some taste into your mouth and then maybe I can show you more." I did not hesitate for a moment before opening up the unstitched end of her underpants and extending my tongue inside it. My tongue was now in between the two pieces of material which would offer me the absolute premium of Imogen's vaginal flavour. I also lowered my top lip onto the exterior of Imogen's panty gusset and began sucking exactly where her labia minora would have been rubbing for an extended period of time. "There you go, that's it!!" Imogen purred, "That's where you can really taste the best of me!!" Closing my eyes, I really sucked down on the tiny crotch panel of Imogen's undies. The taste, what there was of it, was actually negligible. What was more exciting was having my mouth exactly on the material where Imogen's vulva and pubic hair had been directly contacting so that all her girly, feminine odour and flavour was being directly transferred into my mouth. And of course, I was also still able to smell her poo in the toilet below which was creating the REAL sensual cocktail which I simply could not resist. "Wow, you're really enjoying that aren't you?" Imogen intervened. "How would you like to see more then??" Not knowing exactly how to respond appropriately, I briefly removed her undies from my mouth and croaked softly, "I'd love to!!" At this, Imogen slipped her denim shorts from around her ankles and beckoned me to slide her undies completely off. She closed her legs momentarily to allow me to do this before opening her legs wide directly over the toilet bowl which not only gave me my first bird's eye view of her pubic triangle but also released the sharp smell of her poop up between her legs and into my face. I could now smell it all strongly every time I breathed in and together with the act of sliding her black cotton bikinis down her legs and onto the bathroom floor, it was providing an incredibly sensual and erotic experience. Imogen's next move now that her underpants were off was to slide slightly forward on the toilet seat and open her legs very wide. Such was the covering of her pubic hair that I could not make out any clear definition within it of any of her vulvic flesh just by looking at it but with what Imogen was possibly about to show me, this would only be temporary. "Do you want to see my vulva properly?" she asked. I remained uncomfortably silent for a few moments but eventually responded with, "Only if you don't mind!" "Of course I don't if you keep being a good boy like this!" she confessed. Not knowing whether I should allow her to make the next move or if I should just make it myself, Imogen prompted me and I obliged in kind. Absolutely salivating at the prospect of what I was about to see and do, I decided to waste no time in taking up Imogen's offer. Imogen simultaneously pushed her hips forward and opened her thighs as much as she could and before I knew it, my eager fingers were down between her legs, in amongst the pubic hair and making direct contact with her genitalia. "If you reach down in amongst the pubic hair with your fingers and pull everything apart, you will be able to see EVERYTHING!!" Plucking up the courage to do exactly as she said, my fingers began to fumble around in her private female area, it was not long before I found the mark. The feeling of her pubic hair was quite coarse but buried within were the soft, warm and moist folds of her vulva. Once my fingers had located the clammy flesh, I gave my best effort to separate what I could now feel were quite large and flappy labia. "Oooohhh Imogen, you're so flappy down here!" I remarked. "Pull me apart if you want - have a look at everything!!' she pleaded. Imogen was really wide open now and I then introduced my other hand to help with the genital investigation. Pulling her labia majora apart with each available hand, I could now see for myself exactly the detail of what was between Imogen's legs. Her labia minora now appeared from within her larger lips - as wrinkled and flappy as any I had ever seen! As soon as I delved in there, pulling her curly, mousy brown pubes to the side I could see a mass of thick, protruding, wrinkled vulvic flesh buried in her triangular forest. At first, it was just a wrinkly mess of female genitalia but on further inspection, much greater detail revealed itself. "Oh my God, Imogen - your pussy is amazing!!" was all I could summon. And it was! With minimal effort, my fingers were able to separate her labia and reveal the pinkness inside. I was also impressed at how easily her inner lips came apart and I was able to now see right inside one of the most private areas of her body. Holding the lips apart, her pink interiors were fully visible and with another added effort, I was able to peel away the wrinkled mass of her clitoral hood and pop out her generously sized acorn. It revealed itself as glistening and erectile - poking out from in amongst the brown, wrinkled labial flesh that completely surrounded it. It seemed criminal that Imogen should keep all this secreted within her cotton underpants for most of her waking life! Opening her vaginal lips up even further displayed the gloriously intimate details of Imogen's pussy. I could easily see her urethra, which was wide open and black in front of me. Casting my eyes further down, I could see the soft pink lumps of her vaginal meatus - the extent to which her vagina pulled apart gave me maximum exposure to this private, pink fluffy mess between her legs. I immediately came to wonder how many men's penises Imogen had ever had inserted inside her and moreover how many men had the experience of plunging their penis deep into this beautifully soft vaginal feast. Imogen's Undies Ch. 02 It was my deepest wish that I would discover that that Imogen's vagina was creating its own moist (and hopefully smelly) ecology. From my initial observations, this was very much the case and I also suspected that Imogen also kept a very healthy vagina. Any odour that may or may not have been on offer I was soon to find out. "Ohhhhh God Imogen, your vagina looks so unbelievably PINK and hairy and moist!!" I stuttered. "You've got a HUGE pussy!! It's so wide open and mushy in there. Your clit is really large as well. Do you mind if I stick my tongue in there??" "Not at all," she replied. "I'll hold myself wide open for you and you can lick all around my pee hole and clit if you want! Stick your tongue in there and lick my hairy cunt!!" "WOWWWWW!!" I thought. "I can't believe how huge your pussy is Imogen," I repeated in amazement. And it was. I could really see all her bright pink internal mush when her pussy pulled apart as it was now. "You should see the size of tampons I use!" she interjected. (I could only imagine what it would be like to witness her sitting on the toilet, spreading her legs with her cotton knickers around her knees and inserting penis-size tampons during her period. All that pink & lumpy flesh would surely just swallow it all up as it her pussy lips would snap shut around it before they would reposition themselves inside her major labia and pubic hair.) Without ANY further hesitation, my tongue delved downwards, my nose pushing hard into her pubic mound and my tongue finding the dangling labial flesh with no difficulty whatsoever. Rather than dilly-dally around her clitoral area, I simply extended my tongue straight into her vaginal opening, at which she let out a breathless groan. Immediately as I began to breathe, the sticky sweatiness of her pubic forest hit me and not long after the spicy, gluiness of her wide open girl hole. As my tongue got the first taste of Imogen's internals, I realised how clean and healthy she actually was in there. There was only a very mild odour which was the most feminine and spicy of any vagina I had previously experienced. It was really the most potent mix of pubic sweat and gluey vaginal secretion that I could have hoped for. As much as I craved the pungent fishy stench of a woman's hairy, mature vagina being released from her underpants during sex, Imogen's high level of vaginal health left me shopping for only the most palatable of vaginal flavours - gluey, feminine moisture from within a naturally aspirated pussy opening!! "Ohhhhhh, Imogen," I moaned. "Your pussy is so beautiful!! So soft - so hairy - so feminine - so pink - so moist. So full of flavour and it smells amazing!! I can really taste your discharge in there. It's so mushy and soft and tender inside - really lumpy and moist as well. You must keep yourself so clean down here." "My cotton undies help me keep really clean around my pussy," she replied. "I only wear the ones with the extra crotch panel which is absorbent enough to catch any extra discharge and trap my odours inside most days. I never have to wear pads or anything, even if I have heavy days." "I could smell it inside your undies where the smell has been caught. I noticed you don't have any bum smell around your panties either!" I observed. "Maybe not right at the moment!!" Imogen exclaimed, reminding me then and there, as the persistent faecal stench in the bathroom did, that Imogen had not yet wiped her bottom after her poo and here I was with my tongue inserted deep within her vagina, only a matter of a few centimetres from her soiled anus. It was all the more reason to push towards a very daring boundary of indulging her clean, pink vagina and potentially getting her faeces in my mouth by sliding from her front hole to her back hole whilst I was working away down there. Her legs were apart, her pubic hair and vagina fully exposed and her poo was lying in the toilet below with her anus in need of a wipe before finishing, flushing and putting her underpants and shorts back on to continue her day. Was I daring enough to perhaps use my tongue as toilet paper on Imogen's anus instead of the real thing?? As much as I was tempted, I also looked forward to seeing her poo smears on the toilet paper after wiping her bottom. And of course I couldn't wait to actually inspect her poo as it lay in the toilet bowl beneath. The smell itself was totally enticing. Strong yet not overpowering - sharp but sweet at the same time - all I could have hoped to smell from a beautiful girl's bowel movement without being repulsed in any way. I was currently anything but!! Having already torn off several sheets of toilet paper, it was time for Imogen to maybe start wiping away around her back passage. But first I felt as though I wanted to enjoy a few more sacred moments with my tongue deep within her hairy vagina and enjoying the daring of being so close to her soiled poop chute. And this is what I did. Whilst I was reasonably close to moving my tongue from one of Imogen's openings to another, I just couldn't do it there and then. Her vaginal taste was incredible and I now wanted to watch her wipe her backside clean with her rich flavours in my mouth. First though, I desperately wanted to inspect the results of Imogen's bowel movement in the toilet before it was going to be covered with paper. My curiosity was intense as to what Imogen's stools would look like - what type of poo had she actually done? "Do you mind if I take a look at your poo?" I asked politely. "Sure, if you want to," she replied. She then took it upon herself to lift herself off the toilet seat and reveal what lay in the bowl beneath. We both looked down and observed what appeared to be three healthy-sized brown logs - one of which had quite possibly broken off as it collapsed into the toilet bowl. They looked quite thick and lumpy as they lay there in the water and I imagined Imogen's anus must have been close to full dilation as it had released them from her colon and rectum only minutes before. I took my instantly swollen penis into my own hand as I gazed down at the beautiful brown expelled contents of Imogen's bowels. "Are you ready to wipe?" I asked hopefully. "I sure am," she replied. "I guess you want to watch then?" "I sure would, if you don't mind!" I admitted. "Well I'm ready if you are!" Imogen declared. Wasting no more time, Imogen reached behind herself with the folded toilet paper sheets in her right hand and placed it between her wide, feminine buttocks and conducted the first wipe from the base of her anus in an upwards direction, finishing at the top of her buttock crack and removing the paper with a rich brown smear of faeces all over it. I was now as horny as hell and I wanted to see more. "Can I do the next one?" I asked without hesitation. "Sure!" Imogen shot back. "I'd love you to!!" Imogen then peeled some more sheets of paper free and folded them before handing them straight to me. Holding her own buttocks apart and bending over suitably, I now had a clear view of the darker, dirtier hole between her legs. Preparing myself to plunge in with the toilet paper in hand, I beckoned Imogen to spread her beautiful buttocks as much as possible, with the pretext of giving me a bird's eye view of exactly what I was working with. With Imogen obliging me in kind, I was afforded a slightly improved view of what lay in between her buttocks - a beautifully swollen and puckered anal opening, freshly soiled in faeces and surrounded by tiny, fine clusters of brown pubic hair. It looked so dull and brown compared to her glistening pink pussy that I could not believe two such contrasting bodily openings could or should be right next to each other like this. "Ohhhh Imogen!" I cried "It looks amazing in there!! I really want to lick you in there after we've cleaned you up!" "Two more wipes and it's all yours!" she responded. "Leave some poo in there if you want a bit of extra taste and smell!!" Once again, the "WOW" factor nearly pulled me up, but I chose to continue towards the holy-grail. My hand soon disappeared between Imogen's buttocks as my middle finger made contact with her anus through the folded toilet tissue - my penis now bursting to perpendicular as it filled with blood like never before. I applied my finger, gently massaging her fundamental opening before removing my hand with the paper intact. Looking down, I could see another brown smear all over the paper only this time I decided to bring the paper up to my nose and get a full whiff of what was on offer. It was exquisite without being foul - pungent, yet sweet and SO alluring! One more wipe removed yet another smear of poop from Imogen's dirty brown butthole only this time the smear was obviously drier and less productive. The question I now posed was to whether her anus was clean enough to stick my tongue in there and lick away. I decided it was. For the next wipe, I deemed there to be no toilet paper required as I lowered my tongue and nose towards the drop zone. I could smell it almost instantly as I drew closer. Unlike her underpants which had been entirely free of the smell of her faeces, the raw nub of her spread anus offered something more direct and enticing. Even though I could also see brown smears of poo trapped within the wrinkles of her sphincter and the tender little hairs that surrounded it, I plunged my tongue straight towards it. Imogen moaned audibly as my tongue began to swirl, lapping up the faecal residue inside her anus and the flavour associated with it. I couldn't have possibly been doing anything more sensual and private with Imogen than licking her where she poos from and discovering all the dirty secrets that this area of her body had to offer. The tastes and smells that I was now experiencing were anything but feminine - but still it was reassuring to know that Imogen's back passage was as dirty and soiled as anyone else's. My tongue continued to dance in and around Imogen's butthole whilst I tried to get my head around the reality of what she had just passed out of it. I could feel her outer sphincter swelling as I applied my tongue even more firmly to it and pushed the moist, pointed end of it further into her rectum. "Ohhhhh GOD!!" Imogen called out, "I can really feel your tongue up inside me now! Keep licking my anus, PLEASE. It feels AMAZING - it just feels like I need to do another shit when you tongue me like that!" Not only had I been smelling Imogen's poo for the last 15 minutes, I could now really TASTE it as well - fresh from her bowels and straight into my mouth. It was a very bitter taste but yet it maintained a sweaty sweetness as well, perhaps as a result of whatever Imogen had been eating that had now passed through her. I just wanted to keep licking her anus and rectum forever, tasting that special tangy poo flavour and also enjoying the savoury bonus from within the hairs around her opening. Imogen could not have provided a more private and erotic experience, (other than actually pumping her bowel movement INTO my mouth) which at that point seemed as though it was something I would have loved her to do!! Having already just gone, I couldn't expect that she had any more poo left up inside her which was a shame. Instead, I realised the need to perhaps now take proper care of my own issue which immediately, was a hugely erect penis. It was SO erect and SO full of blood, every single vein in it looked to be throbbing outwards and wanting to actually burst through the skin. I looked down at it momentarily and imagined it just sliding so easily into Imogen's sloppy pink vagina. Standing there holding it in my hand didn't seem to be doing either my penis or Imogen's vagina any justice. With Imogen already presenting me with a marvellous rear view, I beckoned her ever so politely to bend over a little more slightly, arching her wide buttocks towards me. I could see the splendid dark crack between her buttocks and which I now knew contained the remains of her smelly toileting and her collection of anal hairs. But instead of probing for the dark parts of Imogen's bottom, I was more interested in the soft, gaping pinkness that lay underneath. Grabbing my fully erect penis in my hand, I positioned it towards the mouth of Imogen's vagina before guiding it completely inside it her. As with any time my penis had entered a girl's vagina, it became engulfed instantly with her warmth and wetness. I watched with incredulity as my penis disappeared deep within Imogen's body and as I withdrew, I could see how completely coated my shaft now was with Imogen's glistening fluid. With a vagina so wet, all that was left was to begin sliding in and out of her with the greatest of ease. In and out; in and out; in and out - so my penis went as Imogen began to moan - quietly but involuntarily. Slowly, our rhythm connected and I looked down to see Imogen's wide buttocks ripple and wobble as I banged the tops of my thighs against them with each vaginal penetration. Our pubic hair touched with each thrust - my penis disappearing once again into Imogen's fundamental cavity and coming back out covered with her creamy vaginal produce. Her sloppy lips had flapped around the outside of my member, readily swallowing it back inside her each time I let it. As slowly and gently as I wanted to take it, our rhythm inevitably picked up as the excitement between us increased. I sensed a genuine feeling of magic emanating from Imogen's genital area which inspired me to part her beautiful wide buttocks and reveal the dark stain of her bum crack and anus. My thumb compulsively found its way to the swollen brown nub and began to massage it firmly as my penis continued its sensual work. At this point I reached down and with my spare hand, pulled Imogen's oversized vagina wide open so I could actually see my thick, swollen penis moving inside her. I could see that her lumpy meatus was bright pink and glistening with special girl fluid as it swallowed my member deep within her. Continuing to rub my thumb over her anus and perineum was completely exciting for both of us as I extended my penetrative thrusts deep within her vaginal cavity, making solid contact with her g-spot and cervix if her guttural moans were anything to go by. I held her hairy cunt wide open for as long as I could without coming - as soon as I felt myself about to, I let go of her vulva and persisted with sliding my penis in and out of her with ever increasing frequency. Her flappy labia continued to wrap themselves around my large, veiny sausage, which was now entirely coated with white, slimy pussy discharge. My thumb, which had found its way into Imogen's steamy anus, was exploring the inner walls of her rectum as I wiggled it around inside her bottom. It was undoubtedly another world in there - a completely different from the geography of her vagina. For a start it was much warmer and it was equally if not even MORE moist than her pussy opening. The lumps and bumps of her rectal walls were exquisite and unusual in equal parts. They were so soft and wet and warm, it must only be the most ideal of storage chambers for her faeces before they were to be released into the toilet each day. I really wanted to poke around in there and immerse my lucky thumb deeply into the world of Imogen's pink poo chamber. Her anal sphincter had currently clenched itself tight around the digital intruder - despite the brown staining of the wrinkles around her anus, the swollen ring itself was a deep pink colour by nature and of course, there was still some residue brown faecal matter around the topography of her anal opening and the little brown hairs surrounding it. I kept my thumb inside Imogen's back passage for several minutes, moving it in and out gently to the rhythm of our fucking, eventually pulling it out just as we were both VERY close to coming - one to prolong our collective enjoyment and second to sample the goods from my thumb having spent an extended period in Imogen's tender poop chute. Compulsively, I put the thumb to my nose and sniffed deeply as soon as it was released and was immediately able to smell directly Imogen's faeces and anal nectar. It was divine, to say the least, and even better when I placed the soiled appendage straight into my mouth and closing my eyes tightly, proceeded to suck the poo and its associated moisture clean off. "Oh God Imogen...I so LOVE the taste and smell of your poo!!' was all I could think of right then and there. As much as I would have liked to tell her so, I didn't want to weird the moment out for either of us. Indeed, I did love it completely and it was now also combined with the dual aromas both rising from between Imogen's legs and the adjacent toilet bowl. Imogen's genital /anal odour was both spicy and pungent as our friction intensified - an erotic cocktail of sweat, faeces her own unique brand of vaginal discharge - hitting my senses squarely and also mixing with the overriding sweet but sharp stench of her previous bowel movement still sitting in the toilet bowl but now partly covered with soiled toilet tissue after her post-faecal wipe. I had nearly come several times to this point - as had Imogen - and I would have loved to manufacture a simultaneous orgasm for both of us and decided that it should happen if we possibly manage it. Ideally, I would have chosen to come inside Imogen from behind - and I hoped Imogen would like the same. Personally, I also had in mind some tools I would like to use to intensify my own climax. I put it straight to her, "Would you be OK if I come inside you??" "I'd LOVE you to!!" she replied, "It's OK, I'm on the pill so please come as hard as you want!!" This was the green light I was after so it was all systems go. I gathered myself for one final, sensual incursion into Imogen's beautiful hairy private parts. Not wanting to miss a wonderful opportunity to include her underpants in the scene, I was pleased to have the presence of mind to pause, bending down and lifting her black cotton knickers off the bathroom floor and putting the separate cotton gusset straight to my mouth. Slipping my tongue under the open-ended crotch panel, I began to suck on it, knowing this is exactly where Imogen's pubic hair and vagina had been rubbing for hours on end, wrinkling the crease of her gusset with associated body heat and sweat and also depositing a lingering aroma and flavour in between the two layers of soft cotton, which is what my tongue was delving for. Looking down, I also began filling her actual vagina immediately with my erectile thrusts and I also reinserted my thumb into her smelly, raw anus. Imogen herself, reached down amongst her own pubic hair and commenced rubbing her clitoris as we both sped towards a mighty eruption. Within only minutes, I could feel myself welling as Imogen's moans had become louder and more intense. "Are you ready??" I panted. Parting her buttocks one final time, I caught a complete eye-full of my penis being swallowed by her greasy pink meatus as my thumb, still buried inside her gamey asshole. My mouth was sucking as hard as it could on the crotch of her soft cotton undies as the smell of her earlier bowel movement still filled the small room. As I looked down towards the toilet, I caught a wonderful glimpse of the long, glistening brown head of one of Imogen's tightly packaged turds poking up above the layers of soiled white toilet paper, and it had the effect of sending me directly to orgasm. I sucked, I fucked, I inhaled and just as we were about to both come plopped my thumb ever so slowly out of her beautiful anus, sending a series of convulsions through Imogen as her pink anus gulped involuntarily multiple times after the release of my thumb and I began spurting a series of hot, full, thick bursts of semen deep within her body. Imogen's Undies Ch. 02 My final thoughts as I came were the "5 P's" of: "Ohhhhhhhhhhh IMOGEN!! YOUR PUBIC HAIR... YOUR POO...YOUR PEE...YOUR MUSHY PINK PUSSY...YOUR SOFT COTTON PANTIES!!" It was a spicy feast indeed!! As much as I would have loved to throw in the "6th P" of her PERIOD in there, I came prodigiously inside Imogen as she herself shuddered to a multi-layered orgasm with my come now released into her huge pink vagina in large amounts. Imogen requested as a post-coital favour for me to re-apply my tongue to her recently soiled anus if she agreed to hold her buttocks wide apart to allow me do this. With the taste and smell of her poo still very strong in my senses and the heat between Imogen's legs still ripe for climax, an additional round of clitoral rubbing and extended anal and rectal penetration from my hungry, moist tongue pushed both of us towards yet another orgasm as I liberally jerked myself whilst continuing to explore her innards orally. It was an explosive and sensual end to a very private and dirty exploration within a very private and dirty sexual fantasy.