Loosens her grip, keeps wanking.

Mrs. Kunt loosened her grip but continued her up and down movement along the shaft, allowing the urine to escape, but sending the stream simply everywhere in the process. The stream seemed extra powerful, it was unclear whether this was due to my illness, or simply the buildup of liquids with all the water the nurse had told me to drink, but either way it was spraying more than halfway across the room.

The stream of liquid was rapidly moving about the room, leaving no one out of the crosshairs. It was causing a bit of a commotion in the room. Several girls in rows ahead of me turned around to see what all the fuss was about only to be hit directly in the face with bright yellow pee. The comically surprised expression on these girls faces resulted in mouths hanging agape, simply allowing for the urine to go directly down their throats.

If the movement hadn’t been so herky jerky, I would have sworn Mrs. Kunt was intentionally aiming for her students open mouths; quite a lot of urine must have been swallowed during the nearly thirty seconds I spent peeing. I saw one girl turn back forward again and spit it out exaggeratedly, soaking the long brown hair of a Japanese girl sitting in front of her with nearly a cupful’s worth of urine and saliva. Then when SHE turned around to see what had happened, a stream of fresh urine hit the young Asian beauty’s face directly from my dick in Mrs. Kunt’s hand, smearing her mascara, and making dark lines beneath her almond shaped eyes. The look on her face was priceless, or would have been, had I been in a position to consider such things.