Wooden branch stuck in my asshole when I sat down to pee outdoors

In the heart of the forest, I found myself desperate, crouched over a gnarled tree branch, ass cheeks spread wide. I’d been hiking all day, and my bladder was screaming for release. As I lowered myself onto the rough bark, a sharp pain shot through me. The fucking branch had lodged itself right in my asshole. Panic surged, but the urge to piss was overwhelming. I grunted, trying to adjust, feeling the wood shift inside me. A twisted kind of pleasure mixed with the pain as I started to piss, the stream hitting the ground in a steady arc. The golden liquid splashed against the leaves, the scent of ammonia filling the air. I moaned, the sensation of the piss play intensifying the weird mix of agony and ecstasy. The branch moved with each spasm of my bladder, the friction driving me wild. I reached down, gripping the base of the branch, using it to control the depth and angle as I finished emptying my bladder, the last drops trickling down my thighs.

I stood up shakily, the branch sliding out of my ass with a wet pop. The cool forest air hit my sore hole, making me shiver. I looked down at the puddle of piss, the ground soaked and glistening. The smell of urine was thick in the air, a filthy reminder of what I’d just done. I squatted back down, dipping my fingers into the warm piss, bringing them to my mouth. The taste was bitter and pungent, but I lapped it up, savoring the dirty act. I needed more. I grabbed the branch again, this time guiding it back into my ass, feeling the familiar stretch and burn. I started to piss again, the stream weaker but just as satisfying. This time, I aimed higher, letting the piss splash against my thighs and chest, the golden showers coating my skin. I was a mess, covered in my own filth, but I couldn’t get enough. The forest echoed with my moans and the sound of my piss hitting the ground, a symphony of depravity and need.