Why I pooped on the world

Check out www.dutchsteffin.weebly.com . Collette it turns out was not the only thing hiding in the trunk. There is also a mostly full half gallon of rum and three choices of chasers. I guess they did have this planned out. Back in the old days pirates and migrant workers alot of times were not paid in cash, but rather in a daily ration of rum. I on the the other hand am planning on drinking all these girls rum and paying them back with my penis. I take the jug of rum from Erin and pull heartily from it. It burns. I smile. We play the pass it around game for a bit laughing and talking for probably the better portion of a half an hour. I am starting to become very drunk. Careful Dutch I remember thinking. Don't want the dreaded half hard whiskey dick tonight. But honestly if you saw these girls I don't think a bucket of ice water and farm porn could have gave me turtle syndrome. Erin hops off the picnic table the three of us had been perched on and turns on the cars radio instantly filling the valley below with the thumping bass line of whatever dance song was playing on the radio that night mixed with laughter. She came back from the car and stood directly in front of me and collette effectively blocking our view of the fire. She grinned the evilest little grin I had ever seen up to that point in my life and started slowly walking backwards while all the while undoing the buttons on her shirt. I was spellbound. Once she had her shirt and bra off she started working on her belt buckle, all the while dancing seductively and suggestively. she stopped short at her G string because, a little left to the imagination is always better and besides, it was collettes turn. By now my cock is sweeled up and red as a christmas winos nose. I am sitting on the edge of the picnic table, and my seat for that matter when Erin came over and kneeled between my legs. I was then treated to one of the most exquisite blowjobs I have ever received while watching the girl sucking me off's best friend strip as well. The rest of the night was, well, rather pleasant. The next day however I woke up feeling not so pleasant. I smelled of liquor, perfume, and was covered from head to toe in Ruby Red lip stick smears. I had a fussy vague recolection of the previous nights events but was completely at a loss of where I was or how I had gotten there. Turns out I was back at Robs house. Fuck. I'm pretty sure he knows I am there because Erin isnt in the room, and by all outward appearances, this is her room. I'm pretty sure he is now aware I am fucking his daughter. Then it hit me. The mother of all urges. The dreaded morning after liquor runs. I have to poop. And I mean right now. I am now in a panic. Cause I can tell its gonna be a case of dire rear. I squeeze my butt cheeks together as hard as I can and stumble off of her bed and land with a thud directly on top of her glass table effectively smashing it into a gasillion little pieces. Fuck. That was loud. I am trying to get up but my head is spinning because I am somewhere between being still half cocked drunk and nursing the queen mother of all hang ons. This is where I realize that somewhere during my fall or right before I got up a little poop had slipped out. Double fuck. I knew this because my butt cheeks seemed to be extra lubed so when i went to do the finger test out of my pants came a poo covered index finger that as an added bonus was mixed with blood from my hand being cut by the broken tables glass. That is the exact moment Erin and her dad walked in. Talk about timing. Triple fuck. So there I am standing there grinning to myself like an idiot while staring at my blood and poop covered finger. Man this sucks. Seems the broken glass table had sent them running for her room. Guess I didn't realize how loud it truly was. "ummm" i mumbled. "Can you please tell me where the bathroom is at?" I murmered. Erin looks traumatized by what she is witnessing