They still had nearly an hour to kill. Sam could feel her cocks hardening and excused herself. Jen went to the living room to watch TV. Not long after they parted, Jen heard Sam moaning upstairs. Each expression of pleasure tempted her to go join in. She finally stood up and turned off the TV. On the way to the stairs, she wondered if Sam was that loud when her parents were home. She couldn’t help letting out a quiet chuckle as another sensual moan escaped the bedroom.
Jen made her way up the stairs, ready to join the party, but stopped short of the door when she felt gurgling in the pit of her stomach. The left-over pizza wasn’t sitting very well and, much to her dismay, she opted to visit the bathroom instead.
Once comfortably seated on the toilet, she relaxed. A warm mass began to move downward. She might have been content to let it fall if not for something pushing against her labia. She glanced down between her legs and noticed that her pussy was being held apart; flexing like never before. She lifted off the seat, bent her pelvis forward, and was horrified to find herself giving birth to a log of shit.
“WHAT THE FUCK!”
Sam heard the scream. She had barely finished and would have been content to take a nap after her second round of fun. Unfortunately, a scream like that wasn’t something she could simply ignore.
She hopped up and pulled back on her skirt and panties before jogging out into the hall. “Jen? Where are you?”
“Bathroom...” Jen yelled back.
Sam moved down the hall and pushed open the door. She found Jen seated on the toilet, weeping into her hands.
“What happened?” Sam said, trying to ignore the smell...