Denver was a gorgeous college girl, her skin the color of warm chocolate and her eyes sparkling with mischief. She strutted down the hallway in her tiny shorts and sports bra, her ass swaying enticingly with every step. She had a plan for tonight – a plan that involved getting drunk and causing some serious trouble.
Her dorm room was her sanctuary, filled with posters of her favorite bands and a mess of clothes strewn across the floor. She kicked off her shoes, tossed her bag onto the bed, and headed straight for the fridge. She pulled out a cold beer, cracked it open, and took a long, satisfying swig.
As she settled down on her bed, her phone buzzed with a notification. A new photo had been added to the private group chat she was in with some of her closest friends. She clicked over to the chat and let out a squeal of excitement. The new photo was of one of their friend's boys, hard as a rock and sloppily leaking out of his boxers. She couldn't help but feel a surge of lust rise up within her.
The liquor was going straight to her head, and she felt hot and flushed all over. She reached down between her legs and moistened her fingers, slipping them into her tight, tiny pussy. She groaned as she fingered herself, imagining it was one of her guy friends doing it to her instead.
Suddenly, she couldn't hold it in any longer. She needed to take a shit, and she needed to do it now. She hurriedly pushed herself off the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom, her need to relieve herself urgent and all-consuming.
The bathroom door slammed shut, leaving the rest of the dormitory in stunned silence. They could hear the sound of the toilet flush, followed by a horrified gasp. Suddenly, the bathroom door flew open, and there stood Denver, eyes wide and her face pale.
"I did it," she breathed, a mixture of shock and excitement in her voice. "I really did it."
Her roommate, Emily, gaped at her. "You... you mean you shat in the bowl?"
Denver nodded, her throat dry. "I was so drunk, I couldn't help myself. It felt so good to finally let it all out."
Emily swallowed, her heart pounding. "But what are we going to do? The smell..."
Denver smiled impishly. "Don't worry about it," she whispered conspiratorially. "I have an idea."
She grabbed a handful of toilet paper from the roll, carefully wiping her ass. Then, she turned to her friend. "You're a big girl, Emily. You can handle this, can't you?"
Emily's eyes widened. "Handle what?"
Denver smiled, and the heat in her eyes was unmistakable. "You know what," she purred. "You're going to have to clean me up."
Emily took a step back, her throat dry. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. But as she looked into Denver's eyes, she felt a strange thrill coursing through her veins. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out and touched the warm, soft flesh of Denver's ass.
"Clean me up," Denver whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Make me presentable again."
And so, with trembling hands, Emily reached between Denver's legs and began to clean her up. She could feel the heat emanating from her friend's body, and she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of arousal herself. As she wiped away the mess, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.
Would Denver really make her do it? Or was this all just a perverted game they were playing? The anticipation was almost too much to bear.
Finally, Denver turned around, giving Emily a view of her slick, glistening pussy. "Now," she breathed, her voice a husky whisper, "it's your turn."
Emily swallowed, her heart racing. She knew what Denver was asking, and she couldn't believe she was actually considering it. But there was something about the way she said it, the raw, primal desire in her eyes, that made Emily feel like she was on the edge of something incredible.
Slowly, trembling with anticipation, Emily knelt down before her friend. With shaking hands, she parted Denver's lips, revealing her tight, little hole. And then, she bent forward and took a long, slow lick, tasting her friend's essence on her tongue.
Denver let out a throaty groan, her body shuddering with pleasure. She reached down between their bodies, grabbing Emily's head and pulling her closer. "That's it, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "Lick me clean."
And so Emily continued to clean her friend's ass, licking and sucking at her tight little hole, feeling the rhythmic pulses of pleasure that came from deep within Denver's body. As she worked, she could feel the heat from Denver's skin, the taste of her sweet musk on her tongue. It was intoxicating, addicting, and she wanted more.
Denver reached down between them, finding Emily's breast. She cupped it gently in her hand, kneading the soft flesh through her bra. She looked down at Emily, her eyes dark with desire. "Don't stop," she murmured, her voice husky with need.
And Emily didn't stop. She continued to lick and suck at Denver's tight little hole, feeling it clench and release around her tongue. She bit gently at Denver's ass cheek, eliciting a moan of approval from her friend.
Finally, Denver couldn't take it anymore. With a cry of delight, she pushed Emily away and dove into her own dirty pussy. As she fucked herself on Emily's tongue, she thrust her hips back and forth, feeling her orgasm build to a crescendo.
And then, with a cry of ecstasy, she came, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her. She collapsed against the bathroom wall, panting heavily. "That was... incredible," she murmured, her eyes still glazed with desire.
Emily couldn't believe what had just happened. She had never experienced anything like this before, and yet, she couldn't deny the intense pleasure she had derived from pleasuring her friend.
Together, they made their way back to Emily's room, still caught up in the afterglow of their shared experience. They crawled into bed together, their faces flushed and their hearts racing. As they laid there, side by side, Emily couldn't help but wonder what other dirty secrets they might share in the future.
