The boys offer you a cup to piss into, but they use it first.

"Here, go in this," they say, and you stare in horror at the large drink cup you just emptied before vigorously shaking your head.

"Well if you won't use it my bladder's bursting," the guy to your right says. "Give me that."

"Wait..." you object. "You can't..."

The large boy unzip his pants and hauls out a large dick in perfect proportion to the rest of his big frame.

Guilt enters your mind, but also fascination. How big would he be if he was erect? Would he be as thick as Jacob? You try to snap your mind out of such thoughts but can't help staring in wonder as the man points the long penis into the cup. Leaning back he lets out a sigh of relief as a gold stream of urine pours forth.

Turning to give him privacy rotates your body a touch, which makes the fingers on your clit and urethra rub them even more, drawing a gasp as you simultaneously experience an urgent need to piss and a jolt of arousal.

You peek back at the dick, unable to look away this time as you watch the solid stream of liquid slow and finally fade into a trickle. He shakes himself, a drop flying over the cup to land on your thigh. Cringing makes the fingers rub you more, and the more you feel the rubbing the more **** you become to piss, and the higher your arousal goes. Only your modesty - a laughable thing in your situation - keeps you from pissing right then and there as you squirm.

"Hell, now I've got to go," another says, and receives the cup from the other boy, who doesn't even putting his dick back in his pants. The second boy holds the cup and lets loose.

It's horrible having to watch this. The boys have no modesty, no embarrassment at pissing in front of you. If they were masturbating you'd know what to do, but they're doing something that you're increasingly **** to do. If they'd just let you go you think you'd dive on the cup and fill it right there and then.

Somehow your eyes can't look away from this taboo act, staying riveted on the large dick and the stream of golden-brown liquid it produced. Your bladder cramps, and you grimace, rocking your crotch more as you try and hold it in.

The hands seem to shift, to rub you even more as you move more frantically, and a squirt of pee nearly escapes, held in only by clenching your muscles with all your might. You don't even notice that they're clenching on a finger, or that the other is moving faster and harder on your clit. The finger feels like it's a burr as it rasps across your most sensitive part, but somehow it feels better than a feather to the part of your mind that notices.

A third and then fourth boy uses the cup, forcing you to watch, the last one being the boy behind you, who holds the cup less than a foot from your face as he uses the nearly full cup as if it were a urinal. You try to avoid the little droplets that bouncing out of the cup as he pees, but your mind is in a daze, and your body bouncing up and down to try and contain the massive amounts of pop trying to burst out from you.

With the extra fingers that have sneaked their way into your pussy your body is jouncing roughly atop the coarsely callussed appendages, clenching them harshly. A thumb continuously scrapes across your clit, mercilessly driving your lust higher and higher as your mind tries to focus on keeping control of your body while your eyes stare at each of the dicks and their filthy act.

"Oh God! Oh... Oh! I... God, I can't... hold it anymore. I... I need to pee! P... please!" you beg.

"Hold on, almost done," the man says, the stream miraculously continuing, though visibly slower. You rock more furiously as you watch, your body approaching the verge of no return for both bladder and clit.

"Almost..." he says, the stream finally turning into spurts. He squeezes his dick to expel the remnants, shaking it before it's completely done. Golden droplets fly at you but you're too lost in your needs to notice them spray on your hair, face and body. Groans escape your, mixed with panting and moaning as your hips move ever more desperately.

"There," he finishes, holding a cup so full of warm liquid it nearly sloshes over the side.

"Guys!" a voice calls softly, and you see the fifth boy run up to your level, waving your little skirt and your white - now brown - shirt. "I scrubbed and scrubbed it in the toilets, I just couldn't get it clean," he says with a wink to the others.

Your mind is too fixed on its target to hear a word he says or to figure out what hidden meaning he might have conveyed. All you know is that it's your turn to piss, your turn to unleash this tsunami you feel within.

You thrust your body forward to reach the edge of the seat and position, the movement roughly jamming four thick fingers inside your delicate folds. It nearly takes you over the edge when all fingers leave you abruptly.

"Miss me?" a familiar voice says as you start to desperately reach down between your legs.

Slowly your mind and eyes focus, and it's only the sudden clenching of surprise that keeps the floor dry as you recognize a new face almost upon you.

"J... Jacob!"