Not so fast

Just as Emily was about to bask in the glory of her victory, two voices piped up from the back of the lecture hall. "Not so fast," said Sarah, a petite blonde who had been quietly observing the exchange. Her voice was laced with a hint of mischief, and she was already standing up, her eyes fixed intently on Emily.

Honour, a tall, athletic woman with a shaved head, chimed in, her deep voice commanding attention. "Yeah, Emily, you may have won this round, but we're not convinced." The two women began to make their way down the aisle, their eyes locked on Emily, who was starting to look less confident by the second.

Sarah and Honour, with determination in their eyes, stood before Emily, who was now looking rather nervous. The two women exchanged a glance before simultaneously lifting their skirts, revealing that they were not wearing any underwear.

"Wait, what are you-" Emily began, but her words were cut off as Sarah and Honour both began to pee, their streams crossing in mid-air, creating a splashing sound that echoed through the lecture hall. The class watched in awe as the two women stood there, peeing together, their expressions unwavering.

Emily's face turned a deeper shade of red as she realized what was happening.

The sound of Sarah and Honour's synchronized peeing filled the lecture hall, a cacophony that seemed to grow louder by the second. The class watched in rapt attention, their eyes fixed on the two women as they stood there, their streams crossing and recrossing in a mesmerizing display. Emily's face turned a deep shade of crimson as she realized she was being outdone. She looked like she was about to faint, her eyes wide with shock and her mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

The professor, still oblivious to the commotion, continued to drone on, but his words were lost in the din of the peeing