Wrong hole

To her dismay (though not necessarily surprise), Jenn looked and saw that her clothes were still nowhere to be seen, and that the line of men was still there. In particular, the next guy was already nude at full attention.

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall," the man chirped at her like he was a cop. Jenn fumed at this, but silently complied, knowing that doing this also put her boobs on the cold tile as well with what the dimensions of the stall were. Reminiscing about Owen, and trying to get the taste of the last guy out of her mouth, Jenn's pussy opened in (eager? oh god...) expectation for the man's dick.

Jenn gasped in surprise when, instead, the meat went straight through the other hole like a hot dog jamming through the opening of a fully-closed drawstring bag.

"Excuse me," she said almost in indignation as her legs tightened up, "that's the wrong hole."

"No it isn't," the man replied curtly, "I know what I'm doing, and what I'm about."

Jenn felt the man's member excavate her fresh virginal colon. She felt ... unexpectedly, like her special secret area was getting hit straight from behind. After only a minute and a half, Jenn yelled out in pleasure (no longer caring about the noise greatly exceeding the showerhead) and falling off the man's hard dick as she collapsed in pleasure.

"Well," the man smirked as he turned around to his fellows, "I guess I'll finish at home, then."

Jenn was still slumped forward, her legs bent at a 90 degree angle to give everyone a perfect view of her anus bulging out just a little. Her head was leaned up against the wall when she heard footsteps and a man grab her and pull her back by her hair.

"Just so you know," said the man whose face Jenn still didn't see, "I like it a little rough."