As I walked into the garden on this beautiful summer day, I couldn't help but feel excited. The warm sun on my skin, the gentle breeze blowing through my hair, and the sound of birds chirping made it the perfect place to indulge in my secret pleasure. I found a secluded spot underneath a towering oak tree where no one could see me and slowly lowered myself down onto the soft grass. The cool surface brushed against my skin, raising goosebumps on my bare legs as I spread them wide open in anticipation. My fingers teased at the opening of my anus, pressing gently against the tight ring of muscle that guarded my insides.
I felt a stirring in my stomach as I began to push against the resistance, desperate for the feeling of release that only came with defecating. My asshole slowly began to give way, stretching wider and wider around the knuckles of my index finger as I pushed deeper. It felt so good to be in control, to know that at any moment I could relieve myself of this delicious weight pressing down on my bowels. The sensation of power Coursing through my veins only heightened the excitement coursing through my body.
With one final push, my finger disappeared into my ass and immediately made contact with the soft mass of shit that had been building up inside me. It felt warm and slippery against my skin, and I could already feel it start to move as if it had a mind of its own. I began to slowly circle my finger around, gathering up every last bit of shit and coating the inner walls of my rectum with it. My breath hitched in my throat as pleasure shot through me at the thought of what was to come next.
Closing my eyes, I relished in the feeling of what was left of my breakfast coating my fingertip. The mixture of ground beef and eggs, no longer recognizable, was now nothing more than a thick, foul-smelling paste that I knew would bring me immense satisfaction. Climbing back up to a seated position, I wobbled slightly on the edge of the seat, unable to contain the eager anticipation coursing through my veins.
Seconds later, I let go, releasing a torrent of shit that sprayed out from my gaping asshole like a fountain. It landed with soft splats on the grass beneath me, and I watched as it oozed out in long strands before me, spreading out like a brown river under the sunlight. I moaned loudly, my back arching as wave after wave of warm, gooey shit emptied from my bowels. As the last of it trickled out, I leaned back, my whole body shaking with pleasure, and looked down at my mess.
My eyes widened in shock as I spotted something white and glistening amongst the turds. It took a moment for me to realize it was a long strand of toilet paper that had been left inside me from my morning crap. Smiling, I reached down and gingerly plucked it out, feeling it wet against my fingers. Without hesitation, I brought it to my lips and, closing my eyes, savored the taste of my own feces on the used toilet paper. It was salty and bitter, but there was something undeniably erotic about it that sent shivers down my spine.
Moving the strand from side to side, I slowly worked it deeper into my mouth until my tongue made contact with the gritty texture coating it. With a contented sigh, I swallowed, feeling the strand slide down my throat as if it were made of butter. Even as the last bits of taste faded away, I knew this wouldn't be the end of my session in the garden. No, this was just the beginning of something new; a natural scat girl expressing herself in a way that felt so right.
