Turning you try to dig out the paper

The fact that you've just been fucked - and that the stall door is now open - pale in comparison to your need to pee. Still perched backwards on the toilet you strain to re-open your urethra, but having clenching it upon the black boy's command you can't seem to get the aching muscles to relax and re-open.

Hissing in frustration you turn on the toilet seat, wincing as the movement reminds you of the toilet paper packed tightly in your pussy - and your bloated over-expanded bladder. An entire roll of toilet paper seems to have been used to seal the cum within you and the cheap scratchy tissues seem to have leeched all traces of moisture from the delicate membranes of your slit.

You slouch on the toilet, oblivious to the open stall door in front of you. At first two fingers are enough to draw out the seemingly endless ball of paper, but the areas closest to your urethra and along your walls have become too fragile to come out in one piece. Soon you have two fingers inserted to spread your lips and another three fishing within.

As you dig deeper you seem to slouch more, your legs pulled up off the floor and held back by your elbows, leaving your entire pubes bared to the open door. Almost curled on your back like a ball on the toilet seat you dig in knuckle deep, wincing as your nails scrape the sahara-like sides of your pussy.

You insert another finger to keep your pussy open when suddenly...