A faceful of piss

As they crossed the threshold, a wave of raucous laughter and cheers hit them… along with a powerful blast of hot liquid. Izzy sputtered in surprise—until she got a whiff and a taste of the fluid hosing down her face. It was piss! Warm, stinky, delicious piss!

She immediately opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out like the little slut she was. She smiled eagerly, and held her hands beneath her chin to catch some of the spill. She quickly had a mouthful. Excitedly, she gulped it down. It was pungent and acidic and bitter and... and amazing! Sparks flew from her taste buds to her cunt, overwhelmed her, and she felt her tiny teen pussy convulse in orgasm. Her legs gave out, and she dropped to her hands and knees, the twin streams of piss—for there were two separate ones aimed at her—followed her down, drenching the back and top of her head.

She shook and mewled in pleasure as the urine ran down her back, painting her white outfit a nasty yellow. Finally, the streams dwindled, and she raised her head to look at who had given her such a wonderful gift.

Four frat boys were standing opposite her, glorious pissy cocks out, laughing as a couple of girls shook the last few droplets of urine onto their own faces. They’d clearly been waiting for the next people to come in. Two had aimed at Izzy, two had aimed at Gwen—

Gwen.

Izzy looked over at her companion.