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The start of the afternoon found me playing in the park with my best friends, Rebecca, Lauren, and Carla. It was a gorgeous afternoon with the sun shining brightly in a cloudless sky. We were monopolising the swings, to the disgust of the parents accompanying some younger kids who wanted a turn. We were having swing-offs to see who could get the highest.
Rebecca almost always won; she was a bit of a tomboy, completely fearless. She even had her hair, 'pale brunette' as she called it, cropped short like a boy and she was often mistaken for one.
Lauren was like one of those moppets in the movies, extremely pretty with curly blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked deceptively fragile and adults couldn't help cooing over her.
Carla had a Latin-look about her, with black hair, almond eyes, and an olive complexion. She was the most grown up of our group with budding breasts and even some wisps of hair on her pussy.
I'm Sharon. I was rather stocky in build and more than a little clumsy. The others would reassure me that I wasn't fat and I'd grow out of it, but I was the one with the most self-esteem problems, constantly wondering why the others invited me to hang out with them.
It had been Lauren's turn to choose and she had decided we would hold a swing-off on our tummies. For a short time I thought I might win, gaining an early lead over the other girls. Then, probably caused by the pressure of the swing seat on my tummy, I felt the familiar stirrings of cramp in my bowels. Usually that would be a good thing, but here and now it definitely wasn't. The cramp upset my rhythm and I found myself rapidly overtaken by Carla and Rebecca, with Carla surprisingly going on to win.
We gradually allowed ourselves to come to rest.
"Well done Carla, but I'll beat you next time," said Rebecca.
"Don't count on it missy, your reign is over. For the next round I choose that we stand up," Carla retorted.
I felt my insides churning. The cramping was getting worse.
"Count me out for this one," I conceded, "I need to visit the bathroom."
I got off my swing and saw it eagerly snapped up by one of the younger kids who had been waiting. Rebecca, Lauren, and Carla stood up on their swing seats and started the next round of the swing-off. I had been instantly forgotten.
There was one building in the park consisting of a seasonally-opening restaurant and public restrooms. To my surprise and no little alarm I found myself walking in the opposite direction. Suddenly a feeling of peace and calm came over me, allaying my fears.
A small stream runs through the park, a favourite for younger kids who enjoy paddling and sailing toy boats. I found myself following it upstream. I had a sudden sensation of being followed and turned round quickly to see who it was, but the only people I could see were back in the distance and none of them were paying me any attention. I felt another wave of calm wash over me.
Eventually I came to the boundary fence where a kissing gate gave access to a footpath through a farmer's field where cows were grazing. I felt another pang of alarm as I left the park and entered the field, again overcome by the strange peaceful feeling. I continued to follow the footpath alongside the stream until the two veered apart, whereupon I followed the stream. I must have been walking for twenty minutes and my guts were churning badly but I continued to be assuaged.
The grass was quite tall and tufted and progress was quite difficult. At last, in desperate need, I stopped. I quickly shed my jeans and panties, taking them off completely so I was nude from the waist down. I felt another pang of alarm at exposing myself in public then another wave of calmness swept over me. I found myself squatting by the side of the stream, my ass hanging over it, and I realised with some relief that I couldn't see anyone so nobody could see me.
I relaxed my anal sphincter and felt a huge, hard motion start to escape my rectum. Despite every nerve of my body telling me to push out and get rid of the foul-smelling waste, I deliberately clenched my muscles to keep it half in, painfully dilating my sphincter. Then I started rubbing my pussy.
None of my friends knew of my disgusting habit. I had suffered from constipation when little and came to realise that the unpleasant business of excreting a large, hard motion could actually be rather pleasurable, seemingly stimulating every nerve in my lower body. Then I discovered the pleasures of masturbation, after which I soon realised how the one could amplify the other.
I quickly felt the heat building in my pussy and I rubbed faster and faster, noticing the slight wetness on my fingers. Suddenly an enormous wave of pleasure coursed through my body, making me feel light-headed and causing me to shiver even though I was sweating.
As the pleasant sensations died away, I pushed out hard and the motion finished its passage, entering the stream with a plop. It occurred to me that cows would be drinking from that stream and kids would be paddling in it, but the calm, peaceful sensation returned and my concerns seemed unimportant.
Belatedly I realised I didn't have any paper to wipe myself, then I noticed I was squatting next to a plant with large, soft leaves. I plucked a leaf and wiped myself, then discarded the soiled leaf into the stream. I used three more leaves before I judged myself clean.
Having emptied myself I should have got dressed and returned to my friends but instead I turned to face the stream and got onto my hands and knees. Suddenly I felt my sphincter being forced wide open and something was pushing into me. It felt a bit like the motion I had just expelled, but despite its hardness it seemed to have a hot, soft, fleshy covering. The thought occurred to me that my motion was trying to get back to the nice, warm, safe place it had come from and I giggled.
The object invading me kept pushing and pushing. My sphincter started to sting and I felt my rectum fill up uncomfortably. However I also felt a resurgence of the pleasure I felt while the motion had been trapped halfway out. Taking my weight on one arm, I used my other hand to rub my pussy.
As my rectum cramped at the volume inside me I pushed out hard, but that only seemed to make entry easier for the invader. My pussy felt red hot and glowing and I knew that something explosive was about to happen. I felt hairs grazing my pussy lips and what felt like smooth, warm flesh press against my buttocks then I lost it, my whole body spasming round whatever had invaded me.
As my abdominal contractions slowly receded, the strength in my supporting arm gave way and my upper body collapsed onto the grass. Panting and sweating, I turned my head and saw nobody behind me, but still the huge mass remained lodged in my rectum, keeping my hips in the air, my stinging sphincter still widely dilated.
To my relief the invader started pulling out of my rectum. As it withdrew, it left behind a dull, bruised, aching sensation deep inside me. As it pulled out, I could feel my sphincter become less widely distended, the invader seemingly slightly tapered. Eventually the invader was almost completely out, apart from what felt like a lump at the end. I groaned with relief and pushed hard to expel it completely. To my horror it thrust itself back in all the way, bruising my insides even more and causing my sphincter to sting sharply.
The invader set up a rhythmical pistoning motion backwards and forwards in my rectum. I just lay there grunting, the jolts making me sick to my stomach. Any feelings of pleasure had long since evaporated. The pistoning speeded up, and I could hear what sounded like panting from behind me, and slapping sounds as what felt like smooth, warm flesh met my buttocks.
Suddenly the invading object thrust in hard all the way and it seemed to swell even larger, then it throbbed and jerked wildly inside me. The throbs and jerks didn't last long, after which the invader started to withdraw from my rectum again. Strangely it seemed to shrink at the same time. When the lump at the end was all that remained inside me I felt a sudden pang of fear. What if the invader wasn't finished with me this time? Fortunately it pulled all the way out, making a faint plopping sound.
I felt cool air rush into my bruised rectum and I realised my sphincter was still agape. I squeezed my muscles and felt a burning sensation as the sphincter closed. Somewhat unsteadily I raised my body off the grass until I was on my hands and knees again. Suddenly I farted, and I felt wetness around my anus. I grabbed another of the plant leaves and wiped myself, and saw that I had expelled a whitish, stringy creamy substance, stained with brown. I had absolutely no idea what it could be. I threw the leaf into the stream and watched it float away.
Relieved that my ordeal was over, I gingerly stood up on trembling legs. When I got a sharp burst of pain from my ravaged sphincter I tried to relax, then I felt something hot trickle down my legs. I was peeing on myself. I clenched my muscles to stop it and moved over to the stream. Squatting, I released my bladder muscles and watched the straw-coloured liquid spurt out into the stream, and down towards the waiting cows and kids in the park. For some reason I found that funny and I giggled again. I picked more leaves and dried myself as best I could but my legs still felt sticky where the pee had run down them.
I made to stand up to get dressed, but I found myself back on my hands and knees facing the stream again. I felt a cold knot of fear in my stomach that my ordeal wasn't over. When something prodded at my burning sphincter I tried to scream, but waves of peacefulness and calm removed the urge. The object couldn't get admittance, it seemed too floppy, then what felt like hands gripped my buttocks and prised them wide apart. I looked behind me but there was nobody there.
The object prodded my sore sphincter again, but still couldn't gain entry. I felt my sphincter relax then the object pushed again and this time it forced its way inside me, until the lump at the end was firmly embedded inside me. I gritted my teeth, expecting another pounding, but somehow this object felt smaller and softer than the previous invader. To my surprise I felt it start to gush inside me.
My rectum quickly filled up with hot liquid, and as the object continued to gush I felt my innards expanding to accommodate the volume. Eventually the gushing stopped and I looked back between my legs and saw my unnaturally distended stomach hanging downwards. As I cramped at the volume inside me I instinctively tried to push out, but the invading object formed a watertight stopper. Despite the volume of hot liquid inside me my stomach felt cold and I shivered.
To my surprise, what felt like fingers peeled open my pussy lips and gently touched and explored inside my most private places. Then they started rubbing, seeking out my little, hard pleasure button, and gently manipulating it. I looked underneath my body but couldn't see anyone behind me, although most of the view was blocked by my grotesquely distended belly. I felt a wave of peace and calmness reassure me again.
I felt my pussy growing warm again and despite the discomfort from my aching rectum, the pleasurable feelings grew and grew. Suddenly they peaked, and my whole body shuddered with pleasure around the object plugging my sphincter. The strength in my arms gave out again and I collapsed again so that my chest and head were on the grass.
Meanwhile the object plugging my sphincter seemed to have grown and become more solid, and I realised it was the same one that had violated me previously. Despite feeling full to bursting point, I felt the invading object force its way further and further inside me until again I could feel hair graze my pussy lips and warm flesh pressing against my buttocks.
Despite the heat I felt deathly cold and shivery. The invading object pulled out some of the way then thrust back in hard. It started pistoning again, although more gently than before. My stomach hurt and I felt sick and made little dry retches. The invading object picked up speed and became more and more frantic until it seemed to swell even more before throbbing and jerking wildly inside me for a second time.
The invading object slowly withdrew until just the lump at the end was inside me, then with a quick jerk it was removed completely. I felt hot liquid spurt from my rectum until I squeezed my painfully burning sphincter closed. I turned round so I was squatting with my ass over the stream then pushed out. A torrent of yellowish liquid streaked with brown and cream gushed into the stream and down towards the waiting cows and kids. At last the liquid stopped and I squeezed my sphincter shut, wincing with pain; I, remaining squatting for a few moments. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my rectum, which was relieved by me farting loudly, a rasping wet fart which expelled a few more drops of liquid. Twice more I produced wet farts, then the next one was dry. I was empty at last.
I grabbed some more plant leaves and dried myself as best I could, but even so my thighs felt sticky.
Suddenly I felt extremely tired, and I laid down on the grass to rest. As I was dropping off to sleep I caught a glimpse of a man wearing a check shirt and jeans striding purposely away from me. As I lost consciousness I wondered who the man was and why he hadn't seen me or offered to help.
I woke up shivering. The sun was a lot lower in the sky and was rapidly losing its heat. My stomach and rectum ached and my anus and thighs felt crusty. Groggily I got to my feet. I couldn't find my panties but my jeans were right beside me and I quickly put them on. My belly was still slightly distended so I had to loosen my belt a notch.
Walking gingerly because my anus was stinging, I followed the stream back to the park and the playground, only to find my so-called friends had left without me.
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