"Uhhhh! No, don't do that! Oh God. Stop it! Don't piss on me!"
The plea sounded strange coming from her lips. But Susan could only admit to what was happening to her. Jack smirked down at her as she writhed beside the floor drain. Then he was pissing on her belly, his thickly muscled legs straddling her thighs.
"No!"
More urine came from his cockhead. It spurted out first in short jet-like squirts. Then Jack worked his fingers around his cock head again, relaxing a bit, and letting the yellow fluid flow more slowly from his bladder.
Susan sucked in her breath, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat as the hot stream spattered over her belly. The woman thought she would surely retch and for a moment she even envied Jenny, who still struggled with the giant dildo.
"Oh God!"
The urine splashed over her navel, sprinkled onto her jiggling tits, then oozed down like a filthy oil around her sides. It collected in a swarmy warm pool beneath her ass before making its way to a small drain to her right. Susan gagged again, convulsing instinctively with revulsion.
"Oh God, please, don't do this. Oh, let me go, let me go!"
Jack remained quiet, guiding the stream of his piss as if he were a fireman putting out a blaze with a hose. He directed the stream up to her tits, sprinkling her nipples with the urine, then moving the piss down to her belly. She shivered again, her eyelids closing as she groaned with shame. Susan bit her lips to keep from crying with the rage and disgust he felt.
"That's real good, bitch, ol' toilet face over here's gettin' turned on by my piss. Bet she wouldn't mind takin' a faceful of shit to boot!"
"Hey, man, don't make me sick! I don't give a fuck what she wants. We're out here to get off on them," Clint said, casting a backward look at Jenny, who was standing flatfooted on the dildo.
Jack had dumped his piss load onto the frightened, shamed teacher, Susan breathed a sigh of relief, seeing the stream dwindle to a small, twisting yellow rivers. Finally it was over.
"Don't move around. Clint's got somethin' for you now," Jack said.
Susan looked up with frightened, knowing eyes. Both of them were going to piss on her! Jack moved back, flipping his cock back into his pants. Clint moved into pissing position, pulling out his cock and quickly getting squeezing some drops of piss up from his bladder.
Susan gulped.
He spread his legs, pressing the heels of his boots against her sides.
"Open your mouth, baby, or I'll stick my fuckin' foot in and open it for you."
Susan didn't dare disobey him. Closing her eyes, the woman took deep, puffing breaths, her tits slapping together while her chest heaved up and down. How sore her nipples were! Then, strangely enough, Susan began to feel her clit twinge once more. Susan was starting to feel aroused as Clint moved in around and started pissing on her!
The urine started. He smiled cruelly, directing the intensity of the stream around her chin.
Susan swallowed hard, thinking she would surely vomit at the touch of the piss. But, somehow the woman managed to keep the bile down as the piss splattered against her face. The hot, stinging droplets dotted her forehead and cheeks.
"Man, it's somethin' else pissin' on this broad. She don't scream or nothin'. Just sits there and takes it like it was all natural-like," Clint observed dryly, moving the stream down to her thighs, then back up again to her chin.
Susan shuddered.
"She's a natural toilet. Wonder if the prim little shit over there's the same way."
"Uh, uh," Susan grunted, a pulse leaping in her throat.
The stink was spreading. The terrible oily heat cascaded over her, sucking her down like scalding oil. She wanted to move back, to slide away from these men, but the ropes and boards made that impossible. She took in everything, unable to even cover her face.
"Ohhhh, no, ughhhh!"
Clint was moving the piss around her mouth flow. Susan choked, turning her head and coughing. Clint moved forward a little more, directing the yellow stream up to her nose and eyes. She could feel the vile hot liquid oozing into her hair. In a moment Susan knew she was being covered with piss, her body bathed in it.
And still there was no indication Clint was nearing his end.
"Now, get back over here and open your mouth… now!"
Susan had managed to scoot away from the two teens somewhat. Now Jack was booting her back to her original position near the drain. When she refused to open her mouth, Clint kicked her with his right heel, threatening to press it against her skull and crush her head if she didn't obey. Defeated again, Susan choked, swallowed, then choked some more. There was little else she could do other than open her mouth, as he had ordered.
"Yeah, that's right. Have a real nice drink, baby. Bet you're thirsty," he said, starting up the heavy yellow twisting stream again.
Susan gagged. It was awful, drinking in the piss that sprayed from his cockhead! She coughed, nearly vomiting as the hot yellow piss frothed and swirled around in her mouth. She could feel it sudsing over her tonsils, splashing over her lips, coating her teeth with slimy film. Twice the woman turned her face away, spitting out the vile fluid. But Clint always booted her back, forcing her to open her mouth and take more and more of his piss!
"Noooo! Ugh! Uh! Uh!"
"Oh, ohhhhhhhh!"
Jenny cried out from her over-long dildo, rising up once more on her tip toes while watching her teacher being pissed on. The sound of Clint's piss gurgling down the drain filled the room. The redhead teen struggled with the bonds holding her hands behind her back, the gag pressing her lips white. She watched in disbelief as her teacher was kicked and booted while both teens pissed on her. Jenny shivered, wondering if the same kind of humiliation was in store for her.
"Oh no, don't!" Susan pleaded.
Clint bent his knees a little farther, making sure the last of his piss would shoot right down into her throat. Susan coughed again, her throat and chest hurting from the tension that gripped her. The most unsettling fact of all was that Susan could feel her clit starting to tingle badly. She was having a micro orgasm!
Susan herself found it difficult to understand. But just as Clint was shaking the last few drops from his cockhead, she could feel her cuntal walls slapping together. Groaning, the woman pranced her ass against the floor, staring squint-eyed up at the stud. If only he would fuck her! If only he would complete the picture of utter depravity and throw himself onto her piss-slicked body and fuck her until she yowled with delight.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Susan threw her head back, her hips shuddering with the power of her orgasm. Her hair danced along her shoulders while her eyes rolled back.
"She's cummin'!" Jack observed.
"Let me help."
Clint moved forward, raising one foot and pressing the pointed toe of his boot against her cunt. Through a mist Susan saw Clint's soft prick dangling from between his opened Levi's. Oh, if only he could get it hard and fuck her!
"Ohhhhh, fuck!" she moaned.
"Man, she wants you to fuck her," Jack said, throwing back his head and laughing.
"Not when she's a fuckin' toilet. I ain't gonna mess myself up in some fuckin' pee hole."
Susan let out another cry, closing her eyes and giving in to the raw power of her cum. It shook her like an earthquake, knocking the reality of what had just happened from her mind for a few seconds. For those blessed moments Susan swirled around on golden clouds, unconcerned by what was going to happen next.
CHAPTER TEN
"What are you doing to us now?"
Susan asked the question boldly, feeling the water dripping coldly from her freshly washed hair. Clint had unfastened the board from between her legs, pulling her along to a small white shower stall located on the other side of the garage. Shoving her in, the teens had turned on the cold water, laughing while the woman screamed and clawed at the icy stream.