Not just yet.

The girl directly in front of me seemed to be taking the blunt of the soaking by the end the piss, however. She tried to stand up and move out of the blast zone, but Mrs. Kunt reached out with her free hand and pulled her down into her seat again by her shoulder, directly in front of the stream. The urine spilled down her back, soaking the bit of thong just visible above her waistline. She turned around to face her homeroom teacher.

“Be supportive of John, Karen!” Mrs. Kunt said to the student, before aiming the urine directly into her half turned face. It was clearly an intentional gesture by Mrs. Kunt, because she stopped wanking momentarily and held it steady there. Karen tried to turn away again, but Mrs. Kunt lightly took her by the chin and held it in that turned around position, her tightly scrunched up face directly taking the onslaught of liquid.

“No, Karen… open!” my teacher scolded her, and forcefully pulled her chin down, opening her mouth to let in the yellow beam of liquid. She gagged a little at first, squinting at us angrily. But after only a couple seconds she began rapidly swallowing the liquid, no longer allowing any of the urine to spill out onto her shoulder, and adopting a far more passive, accepting squinty look than the one before.

“Good, thank you for cooperating, Karen… keep swallowing,” Mrs. Kunt cooed, and patted her supportively on the head.