What’s the most immoral thing you’ve ever done because you were horny?

I got some really potent weed at a pre-wedding rehearsal dinner, I’m talking rapper level weed. Got so high I hit on the bride and her mother. It ended up working out and not working out. I got a blowjob from the bride (of my best friend) and got away with it (at first). What I didn’t get away with was round two with her mom. We started going at it in a lounge area off to the side of the brides suite. I’m balls deep in her ass, all of a sudden she says “uh oh” and starts shitting all over everything. The force of her shit shooting out of her ass was so great it pushed past my dick and sprayed everywhere- Think finger on the end of a hose. The sound of her shit forcing past my dick is forever etched in my mind. Evidently she had IBSC and took some meds that kicked in while my dick was in her and she had uncontrollable shits.

There was shit EVERYWHERE, it was like a damn firehose of shit. As she’s turning around, she’s painting everything with shit like some airless paint gun. She starts screaming and sobbing, I start puking because of the smell and sight of all that shit. I end up puking right on her, she screams louder, she starts puking and shitting more.
People come running in to see her shitting and puking, me puking and my dick so covered in in shit it looked like a giant melted tootsie roll (those kind you get at the carnival or novelty stores like it’s sugar). As they witness this disaster, some start puking, some are screaming, the bride starts screaming at me and her, then she sees her wedding dress, it’s a tableau of shit and puke, some cum, and I think I might have pissed a little on it. The father of the bride starts screaming at his wife about being a complete whore, my friend is yelling at me, his almost wife is yelling at me, it was a disaster. At some point in my own defense I yelled at the bride, “At least I came in you first!” Which just made things worse. People are standing there in shock, gagging, puking, and thankfully I’m so covered in shit no one wants to touch me. As my friend and his now former fiancé start screaming at each other, I take that as my cue to leave. I get back to my room, step into the shower fully clothed. Rinse off, take off my clothes, put them in the complementary laundry bag, scrub down for like an hour, brush my teeth like ten times. I get dressed and check out. Needless to say they didn’t get married, her mom and dad got a divorce, my friend never spoke to me again, I also got a $1,200 bill for “room damage” -they tried billing my card but it didn’t go through. To this day that sits on my credit report. So I realized weed was prolly bad for me so I quit that week.