“God, I knew I shouldn’t have taken that shot of tequila off Kevin’s stomach.” The voice comes out distorted by your location inside her and her slurred speech, but there’s no mistaking the voice of Angela, you’re long time friend and caretaker. Feeling much better that your not up some strangers ass or even worse, a dudes, you relax a little and try to get Angela’s attention. The rectum is an interesting place to go when you don’t have any company. Your lucky that Angela is such a clean girl or you’d avoid her dank backend like the plague. However, the rectum never stays clean, waste always ends up here and no matter how much you wipe, it’s going to come back. Already, the sound of something sloshing towards you can be heard further down the tunnel. Coming closer every instant, as you wait in Angela’s pulsating rear exit. Escaping from her is your first priority. You crawl on your stomach towards where you first entered. As you move, the bowels tighten around you every few seconds, before loosening slightly. The world shakes as you move, shaking you while you try to pull yourself forward with little room. The gentle pounding of Angela’s heart become a deafening drumming as you rub your body against her insides as you move. You’re lucky that you know where you’re going because of the sloshing sound because if you didn’t have that noise, you would have no clue where the exit was. The hangover slows you down, but not by much. Somehow knowing what’s coming your way makes you move on through the pain. Mucus that resides deep in the bowels helps lubricate your body thought the tight tunnel, helping you near your way out. You keep on crawling until you bump your head into a wall. Feeling it out in the dark, you discover that you’ve located her sphincter that kept her anus shut. Clamped shut, the anus was too tight for you to even get a finger out. At this time, it was Angela that had to loosen up so you could leave. You learned the last time she crammed you up her ass, that your voice is completely muffled by the many layers of skin and fat separating you from the outside world. The only way you can communicate with her is by feeling. By now your absolutely positive, that she felt you after your journey down her winding insides. But, just to be safe you start pounding on her sphincter with your fists. The shaking intensifies and you’re thrown back slightly. You forgot that the closer you get to her anus, the gentler Angela is. You wait in the clammy darkness, waiting for Angela to shit you out. You know the idea of it seems disgusting, but it’s what you need to leave. Finally, something happens.
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