Painfully, but at least you get to empty your bladder without him suspecting

M... Maybe we should..." your words are cut off by the push of his prick against your backdoor. The initial forward pressure slowly tilts you forward until your on your tiptoes until finally the elastic rim of your asshole remembers, from frequent practice, that it needs to relax.

With the dab of lubricant on Jacob's condom-covered prick and the ring of vaseline around your entrance he slowly begins to gain entry just as you're afraid that you're going to topple over the short backs of the chairs in front of you.

Through eyes slitted from effort and growing pain you notice the five boys from earlier watching you avidly while on the screen the actress is in the midst of a full-blown gangbang.

"Almost in," Jacob grunts.

'Almost? Not already in?' you think in alarm, feeling a burning as your rectum, already stretched beyond anything it's previously endured, widens some more to accomodate the titanic dick.

"God I've been dying to fuck this ass since I first saw it," Jacob grunts, sliding forward millimeter by millimeter. "I just knew if there was a girl who could take me in the butt it'd be you."

Normally you might have taken that as praise, or maybe felt vaguely insulted, but between the agony in your butt and the equal pain of your distended bladder you're too busy whimpering.

When the mushroom-like head of his dick finally pops all the way in you sag a little in relief.

Just then a kernel of corn pops from your urethra with a pea from a straw and you feel drops of liquid begin to crawl down your thighs.

"You want it fast?" he asks, reaching around you to grab your little tits.

"Huh?" you respond, distracted by the ejection of the kernel. Unfortunately jacob seems to take that as an affirmative, and starts to shove forward, pulling in and out in small increments but quickly moving deeper.

Back and forth you swing, the momentum making you cling desperately to the chair so you don't fall over.

His dick is like a firebrand shoving in and out, drawing tears to your eyes. Between your legs your urethra too begins to weep, the drops from before preceding the ejection of another kernel with a 'ping' sound. The drops turn into a dribble.

With Jacob relentlessly driving himself deeper into your burning ass you fight whimpers. His fingers begin to knead your little breasts, rolling your nipples before tugging on them, confusing your body between the pains below your waist and the pleasant feeling of his attention on your breasts.

Another kernel pops out as he passes the halfway mark, and the dribble turns into a steady flow of urine that runs down your inner thighs before slipping into your knee-high boots.

"Oh yeah, I want to fuck this ass all night," he moans in your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and pulling lightly before licking and sucking on it. His fast but short in and out movements become more powerful, pulling back a little more and then ramming back into you. Each thrust draws a gasp from you, a tear dragging a thick line of makeup down one cheek at the powerful movements.

Soon Jacob is embedded within you, somehow hilt-deep within your poor stretched-out anus. Your pussy seems to weep with sympathy, leaking a steady, thickening stream of piss down your legs. Your boots absorb the flow, and your feet begin to feel warm and wet as another kernel spits out of your free-flowing urethra.

"Damn, good thing this is an extra-strength condom," he grunts, and begins to pull back, using the same brutal technique but in reverse. Pull out, push in a little, each time pulling out a little more. He stops, rotating his hips, making you groan as you feel your poor rectum stretch with the movement, the muscles beginning to collapse under the strain, to surrender their autonomy.

The exit proves easier than the entrance and finally Jacob's head is at the exit to your butt. A fleeting hope enters your mind that he'll pull out when he releases your breasts but then you feel him dropping small dollops of vaseline onto his long thick dick.

He yanks out his dick, shocking your rectum, which gapes into an 'o' of surprise. Before you can even try to remember how to to clench your muscles he jabs back in. In and out he goes, teasing your anus with the possibility of it being over. Each thrust beats down your backdoor a little more, leaving the muscles dispirited and listless as they stay gaping wide after each poke.

"Fuck, your a faucet. I thought you'd like it, I didn't know you'd love it so much. If I did I'd have been fucking you in your ass everyday.

"Wh.. what? No, I...."

"Shh... It's alright. We all got kinks. You just like it a little rough. I think that's great," he says, putting a finger to your lips, which open again to protest when he thrusts in a good three inches.

Your eyes pop open, and as if equally shocked your urethra seems to relax again, letting another kernel pop out. The flow of frothy piss is like a torrent down your legs, a thick river pouring into your boots, leaving your toes immersed as the fake leather of the stiletto boots contains the surging liquid, your foot becoming immersed by the torrent.

Jacob's relentless pounding, each thrust pulling out and then pounding back even deeper than the last has you too distracted to notice the heavy warmth in your boots. jacobs lips have gone back to your neck, his hands kneading and pulling on your breasts, providing a pleasant counter-point that can't counter-act the near-rupturing of your ass. Only the feeling of your bladder finally deflating seems to be able to make it bearable.

Another kernel pops out, and now the torrent sprays a little, spattering all along your legs while the stream continues, droplets flinging onto the floor and your miniscule clothes.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" keeps repeating from your mouth as the pounding continues, until Jacob is pummeling into you with nearly his full length. Deciding that's far enough he begins the fuck in earnest, not bothering to pull out or go all the way int, settling now for long, hard, quick strokes.

His fingers tug harder on your nipples, his mouth finds your neck and bites, sucking hard like he's a vampire. Between your legs the piss continues to run and your feet are completely submerged, the level of urine in your boots nearly reaching the top until the last kernel reluctantly falls out and you begin to spray the floor, the drink cup and your clothes with yellow liquid.

"Yeah, that's it, come for me!" Jacob hisses, letting go of your neck. "I'm gonna...."

Jacob's motions falter, becoming erratic as his dick pulses, throbs thicker and seems to spasm. As if in synchrony your bladder seems to finally void itself, the sprays becoming smaller until it becomes drops falling from your urethra and urine-spattered lips.

You sag in relief, though you feel as if you've traded the pain in your bladder for an equal or greater on in your ass. At least it's over