My friend Lissa has a weird rule that no one can take a dump at her apartment. She doesn't even crap there. If she has to drop a load, she waits until she gets to work or runs out to the cafe down the street. And she doesn't care if her guests like it or not. There is actually a big sign handing above the toilet that says "No Shit" She thinks the sign is clever.
Last night, we were watching Buffy on DVD at her house and getting read to go out for the night. Normally, it only takes us an hour and 15 minutes (or about two episodes) to get ready, but our friend Stevie decided to dye her hair black and she had to sit with the dye on for 25 minutes. As we waited for her hair color to set, I soon realized that I wasn't going to be able to wait until we got to the club to push out some logs.
Normally, I wouldn't break Lissa's rule, but I really didn't think I could make it to the cafe. This is because I recently switched to a vegan diet and have been crapping more often than usual because of the the extra fiber. I also think that having anal sex with my bf has stretched me out down there so that my poo forms these super long, thick ones.
I noticed that the DVD was just at the part where Buffy and Riley were having sex non-stop so I figured that no one else was going to stop and use the bathroom for a while. I got up and had to sort of waddle off because the tip of the turd was already poking out. By the time that I got to the bathroom, about an inch of the very firm stool was out. Luckily, I never wear panties! I sat down and started pushing.
It felt so good to squeeze down on that log. It was so long that it was partly in the water and I was still pushing it down. It broke in two against the toilet bowl and kept coming. The turd was so thick that it felt like my bf's cock feels going in. Just like when my bf fucks me anally, it made my pussy get wet and gape open too. I had to prop my feet against the edge of the tub and put a couple fingers in.
Through the walls of my pussy, I could feel the load moving. For a second time, it touched the water, broke, and still kept coming. Just when it hit the water again, it stalled, like the last part of it was bigger than before and my already stretched flesh couldn't get it all the way out.
I grunted and groaned, but nothing helped. Finally, in desperation, I started fingering myself, hoping that the force of my climax would give me the final push to get the log out. Sure enough, just as I came, the last bit tore me open and plopped out. Gasping with relief I looked into the toilet and saw that the shit that gave me so much trouble was a turd as big around as my fist. Bits of mucous, blood, and pubic hairs clung to it.
I went to wipe myself and saw that there was only a tiny square of toilet paper clinging to the cardboard. I leaned forward on the toilet and opened the cabinent under the sink. No T.P. just those little cups that Lissa uses instead of pads or tampons. I opened a cup and scraped as much shit off my asshole as possible.
Just then Stevie started knocking at the door because it was time to wash out the die. I jumped up and flushed. But I knew I wasn't clean and flecks of crap were getting on the inside of my skirt.
On our way to the club, I made an excuse about not feeling well and went home. When I took off the skirt, I just threw it away because there is no way I ever want my dry cleaner to see those skid marks.
Last night, we were watching Buffy on DVD at her house and getting read to go out for the night. Normally, it only takes us an hour and 15 minutes (or about two episodes) to get ready, but our friend Stevie decided to dye her hair black and she had to sit with the dye on for 25 minutes. As we waited for her hair color to set, I soon realized that I wasn't going to be able to wait until we got to the club to push out some logs.
Normally, I wouldn't break Lissa's rule, but I really didn't think I could make it to the cafe. This is because I recently switched to a vegan diet and have been crapping more often than usual because of the the extra fiber. I also think that having anal sex with my bf has stretched me out down there so that my poo forms these super long, thick ones.
I noticed that the DVD was just at the part where Buffy and Riley were having sex non-stop so I figured that no one else was going to stop and use the bathroom for a while. I got up and had to sort of waddle off because the tip of the turd was already poking out. By the time that I got to the bathroom, about an inch of the very firm stool was out. Luckily, I never wear panties! I sat down and started pushing.
It felt so good to squeeze down on that log. It was so long that it was partly in the water and I was still pushing it down. It broke in two against the toilet bowl and kept coming. The turd was so thick that it felt like my bf's cock feels going in. Just like when my bf fucks me anally, it made my pussy get wet and gape open too. I had to prop my feet against the edge of the tub and put a couple fingers in.
Through the walls of my pussy, I could feel the load moving. For a second time, it touched the water, broke, and still kept coming. Just when it hit the water again, it stalled, like the last part of it was bigger than before and my already stretched flesh couldn't get it all the way out.
I grunted and groaned, but nothing helped. Finally, in desperation, I started fingering myself, hoping that the force of my climax would give me the final push to get the log out. Sure enough, just as I came, the last bit tore me open and plopped out. Gasping with relief I looked into the toilet and saw that the shit that gave me so much trouble was a turd as big around as my fist. Bits of mucous, blood, and pubic hairs clung to it.
I went to wipe myself and saw that there was only a tiny square of toilet paper clinging to the cardboard. I leaned forward on the toilet and opened the cabinent under the sink. No T.P. just those little cups that Lissa uses instead of pads or tampons. I opened a cup and scraped as much shit off my asshole as possible.
Just then Stevie started knocking at the door because it was time to wash out the die. I jumped up and flushed. But I knew I wasn't clean and flecks of crap were getting on the inside of my skirt.
On our way to the club, I made an excuse about not feeling well and went home. When I took off the skirt, I just threw it away because there is no way I ever want my dry cleaner to see those skid marks.
