"Now, tilt your head up. That's right, just look at me."
He was taking his cock in one hand, rolling the prickhead around between his right thumb and forefinger. The piss-slit opened. A horrible thought rushed through Betty's mind, one that made her open her mouth in horror. He was going to piss on her! That was why they were in this tub. That was why Jack wasn't getting hard.
A chill of revulsion rippled up and down her spine as she drew back, one hand clamped to her mouth. She could feel sour bile rising in her tightening throat. They had gone too far. Betty shook her head, her eyes wide with terror as she watched first one yellowish drop, then another bubble up to his piss-slit.
"Get back there, baby, you aren't going to climb out of here. David's behind you, ready to shove you right back in. And," Coach Robinson said, kicking her lightly in the soft swell of her lower belly, "you wouldn't want something like that to happen, would you?"
Betty shook her head again from right to left, dropping the hand from her mouth. She pushed forward, realizing her flesh had warmed part of the white porcelain tub floor. Jack pursed his lips together triumphantly, bending his knees slightly and spreading his feet farther apart. Betty heard him fart. He was smirking down at her.
"Do everything I tell you to," Jack said.
"Yes," she said in a timid voice.
Jack walked up a little farther, bending his knees a bit more than before. Betty watched, her eyes nearly crossing as the fat cockhead dangled in front of her, pointing straight at her nose.
"You do everything right and maybe we won't be so hard on you like before."
More piss drops appeared, dripping down between Betty's spread knees. She felt the last of Jack's cum seeping from her asshole. Then she sucked in a ragged breath, holding it until she thought her lungs would burst. The drops turned quickly into a twisting yellowish stream. He lowered his cock, pissing first in the space between her splayed knees and watching with satisfaction as droplets bounced up into her cunt. Jack enjoyed watching the disgust registering on her face. Betty tried to keep as calm as possible. But the thought that this man was about to piss on her revolted the woman.
He moved the stream up, directing it right into her navel. Betty wanted to retch, but managed to keep herself under control. From the corner of one eye she could see David standing there, hands on his hips, grinning with satisfaction as he watched his coach pissing on her. More of the hot, oily piss spattered onto her belly. Betty wanted to pull back, to twist around and clamber from the tub. But instead she remained there kneeling, not moving an inch, her chin tilted up as more and more piss spattered against her flat belly then dripped to the tub's bottom. In a moment it was swirling around down the drain. The piss came and came, washing over her, slicking her cunt now. Betty felt the hot liquid seeping through her greased-down cunt hairs, splashing over her hips, dribbling down more and more, until the gurgling in the drain was a steady sound. She shivered once more, blinking her eyes. She tried shaking those vile drops from her body.
Jack stopped, wagging his prick up and down. A few drops struck her chin. Betty covered her mouth, turning around and dropping her head over one side of the tub. It was all she could do to keep from vomiting. The stench between her legs was growing worse and worse. She was kneeling in a sewer, one Jack had created just for her.
"Come on, Betty, don't move. You told me you were going to obey us. So, you're going to have to stay still. I like it that way."
She shut her eyes, biting her lips to keep from crying out in rage and disgust. The thin, hot spray was starting up again. This time Jack directed it up at her tits, making sure the pee stung her nipples, then splashed up to her mouth. This was too much! She clapped her hand over her lips again falling backward. Her legs kicked out, rubbing up against the slick bottom. She was wallowing in his piss, almost bathing in it.
"Man, she don't seem to understand what you want," David said.
"Too bad. She could've saved herself a whole lot of trouble. But still," Coach Robinson said, sighing with some disappointment. The stream had stopped again.
Betty shook the piss from her body, staring up hatefully at the big man towering over her.
"You want more of that in there?" Coach Robinson said, gesturing with one hand toward the large room behind them.
"No, no!" she wailed, shaking her head.
"Then don't fuck around with us any more." Her hands came down. Her face was calm except for a small tic along her right cheek. He finished pissing on her belly, flicking off a droplet that struck her chin. Betty was proud of herself. She didn't move.
"Now, David, you've watched me. You do the same thing. Careful. The tub's slick with piss."
Coach Robinson climbed up, hitching up his shorts as David climbed into the tub and directed his cock right at the woman's face.
"No, please, not in my face, not there!" Betty wailed, unable to keep herself from shouting.
"I'll piss on you anywhere I damned well choose," he shot back, his cock bobbing between his fingers.
Betty cringed, waiting for the next stream of piss.
CHAPTER NINE
Betty looked up. She saw his balls. "Now, open that fuckin' mouth. Yeah, that's right. Now lemme see your fuckin' tongue. Yeah, you oughtta be proud of it. That tongue's terrific! Man, the way it was movin' around my cock made me want to cum a helluva lot sooner than I finally did."
Betty closed her eyes again, taking deep, puffing gasps. She could feel her large tits rising and falling with her chest, the full tits rubbing against one another. David moved one foot up to her pussy, pressing his big toe up into the fur-edged pussy slit.
The way it was rubbing up against her clit made the woman let out a groaning gasp. He was fucking her with his toe, rubbing the jagged nail up against her clit.
When she moved, David reached down and slapped her cruelly, his fingers leaving long red marks on her cheek. The blow rattled her teeth. But somehow Betty managed to stay upright, straightening herself, watching her tormentor with fixed eyes. He was moving back now, bracing his legs against the front edge of the tub. Most of the coach's piss had gurgled down the drain in front of her. A dull sheen glistened from the bottom of the tub, the remnants of Jack's pissing spree.
David began, directing the spray straight into her mouth. It was like getting hit by a brick. The force of his stream nearly knocked the back of her skull off. Betty steadied herself, feeling nothing but the hot, stinging rush of bladder fluid against the back of her throat and against her tonsils. It was only moments later when she began tasting the urine and smelling it. She started closing her mouth, the horror of this situation sinking in once more. The piss spattered against her front teeth and lips, sending fine droplets all over her face.
The resulting spray was nearly blinding. She turned her head one way, then the other, trying to avoid the piss. But David kept up with her, spraying into her mouth, then into her hair, finally winding up wetting down her eyes and ears with his piss. She fell back, her legs kicking out once more and nearly up-ending the young stud. He swore at her, never stopping his steady spray of piss. Behind her, Betty could hear Jack congratulating the boy for his endurance.
She felt David's toe again, this time kicking into her pussy. She felt her clit aching with the strain of an oncoming orgasm. She shuddered, curling her fingers and digging the nails into her thighs. She was going to cum! Oh God, just as he was going dry she was going to cum!
"David, I think she's rutting again. She's having another climax. Better do something about it. A woman can't cum high and dry. It's not right."