Kevin arose from the pile of tangled blankets, rumpled pillows, and naked bodies on the lakehouse deck and padded towards the sliding glass door, rubbing his dark brown beard with one hand and scratching his pale white ass with the other.

Cassie, her long auburn curls partly obscuring her face, raised her heavy eyelids and whispered in the direction of her husband’s gleaming buns, “Kevin, come back.”

“Cass, those Cokes are running through me,” Kevin chuckled over his shoulder. “I gotta go pee.”

“Kev,” Cassie rasped, crawling forwards with her elbows and extricating herself from the pile of student teachers while quoting the Coca-Cola Classic tagline. “I want to catch the wave.”

Kevin stopped cold, then slowly turned to face her, eyebrows raised. “You mean—”

Cassie nodded. “Uh huh.”

“I thought you were done with that, eh?”

Cassie shrugged, then looked around at the eight young people slowly regaining their senses under the midafternoon sun. “One last hurrah before summer ends?” She lay back on the wooden deck planking and raised herself up on her elbows, as the last dregs of David’s cum dribbled out of her pussy and Kyle’s cum weeped out of her asshole.

Eight pairs of curious eyes watched as Kevin crossed the floor and stood over his wife, planting his feet outside her knees and holding his cock in his hand. With a groan, he flexed his asscheeks, forcing a trickle of pee out onto Cassie’s trim ginger patch.

“Oh, Kev,” Cassie mewled as he pointed his stream higher, spattering it on her stomach.

“Holy shit,” Tawny exhaled in wonder, flipping her dull ash-blonde hair. She elbowed Wanda in the side of her boob, inadvertently smearing some of Bruce’s residual cum on her arm. “Remember Mrs. M said she had a pee fetish?”

“Fuckin’ A right she does!” Wanda snorted, tossing her red braids aside. “Kev, get her in the tits!”

But Kevin was already aiming higher of his own accord, spraying Cassie’s pert titties with his steaming yellow piss. Cassie closed her eyes and her mouth, then nodded.

Beneath the turquoise bangs of her platinum pixie cut, Abby’s eyes were the size of two crêpes Suzette from Ossipee House of Pancakes. “Mon Dieu, is he gonna—” she gasped.

Brandi, smoothing back her straight black hair, muttered an answer to the unfinished question. “Sí, he is gonna. Ay-yi-yi.”

Kevin maintained a constant flow as he stepped forward to stand at Cassie’s hips and continued peeing, moving from her throat to her chin, over her lips, onto the bridge of her nose, all across her forehead, and finally into her sun-kissed red hair as his stream slowed to a trickle again and finally stopped. He stepped away, shaking a couple of drops onto her elbow. 

Cassie blinked a few times before turning to face her audience. Slitting her eyes like a panther, she sized up her prey. “Who’s next?” she growled, licking her chops.

Gordon’s brown curls bounced as he bounded forward, grinning as he spouted a fountain of piss onto Cassie’s lovely legs and feet. Bruce wasn’t far behind, his eyes glowing beneath his shaggy brown bangs as he uncorked his own stream onto his teaching mentor’s pretty face.

“Snnrrkk—kkhh.” Cassie snorted and coughed as some went up her nose and down the back of her throat.

“Try not to aim for her nostrils,” Kevin advised with a wry smile. “If she wants to swallow it, she’ll let you know.”

Bruce nodded, then finished by rinsing away Kevin’s pee from Cassie’s chest. As he and Gordon stepped away, Kyle sprang into position, standing at her knees and aiming a powerful jet of pee out of his stubby dick directly onto her copper-crowned cunt.

“I guess he’s just gonna water her garden,” Wanda observed as Kyle pissed on Cassie’s pussy, shaking his blonde spiked mullet and groaning with a mixture of relief and malice. Turning to the last man not standing, Wanda ordered, “You’d better step up, Devin.”

“David.”

“David. It looks like Kyle’s got her pussy covered, but her feet are gonna dry out if you don’t act fast.”

David lurched up and stood a yard behind Kyle, running his fingers through his short black hair as he gripped his dink and gritted his teeth.

“David,” Tawny inquired gently as she watched him strain, “don’t you have to go? I know for every Pepsi I drank, you had a Dr. Pepper.”

“I have trouble going in front of other people,” David confessed. “I always clench up.”

Wanda hopped up and stepped behind him, towering over him as she began rubbing his neck. “You need to relax, Darren,” she said with a wink to the others.

“David.”

Wanda continued caressing his shoulders. “You need to relax, Dennis.”

“David.”

Wanda pressed herself against him, squashing her sticky tits into his back and dragging her fingernails across his chest. “You need to relax, Donny.”

“David.”

Wanda reached around and fondled his limp penis. “You need to relax, Dustin.”

“David.”

Wanda began peeing, letting it run down the insides of David’s legs onto Cassie’s ankles. “You need to relax,” she whispered, her warm breath tickling his ear, “David.”

“Ohhh,” he groaned as the sluice gates opened and he finally released a flood of hot yellow piss that splashed onto Cassie’s thighs and caused Kyle to jump aside in a panic.

“There you go, Doctor Pecker!” Wanda beamed, then playfully smacked his butt.

Abby and Brandi squatted face to face over Cassie’s torso, with Abby’s saucy ass catching some of David’s backsplash as he finished up. Abby began peeing into Cassie’s belly button, the warm liquid cascading down over her hips and into her crotch. Brandi caught Abby’s jaw in her hands and gave her a deep kiss as she unloaded on Cassie’s chest, causing rivulets of pee—and trace amounts of Kevin’s cum—to flow between her perky tits and down her ribcage and into her armpits.

“Tawny,” Cassie croaked as Brandi and Abby scrambled off her and continued making out on a wooden bench.

“Yes, Mrs. M?”

“I want it.”

“Want what?” Tawny, doe-eyed, flashed her most innocent smile before gently biting the earpiece of her sunglasses.

“I want it…”

“Uh huh?”

“...in my mouth.”

“Oh, is that all?” Tawny laughed, tossing her sunglasses aside. “I can manage that. Prepare to be boarded,” she smirked as she straddled her former science teacher’s face.

Cassie opened her mouth expectantly, but Tawny had other ideas.

“You better eat my fuckin’ pussy first, Mrs. M,” she snarled, grabbing Cassie by the hair and yanking her head forward.

Cassie whimpered and buried herself in Tawny’s blonde bush, lapping and snuffling in between her puffy labia and up under her clitoral hood. Tawny rode Cassie’s face for a couple of minutes before relenting.

“All right, Mrs. M, open wide!”

“Catch that Pepsi spirit,” Brandi sang out. “Drink it in, drink it in, drink it in!”

Cassie clamped her mouth over the top of her favorite student’s cunt as Tawny went cross-eyed and bore down, turning on the waterworks. Cassie gulped down every drop of Tawny’s hot, salty piss, then demurely turned her head and emitted a dainty—

“BUUURRRP!”

Tawny waited a moment for the air to clear before leaning forward and mashing her tits, still tacky with Gordon’s cum, against Cassie’s face, then slid down until they were lying face to face, their bodies pressed together in a tight, piss-soaked hug. Tawny gave Cassie a quick kiss on the lips as everyone else began clapping.

“What a wildcat,” Bruce said, shaking his head in awe.

“What a cougar,” Kyle added with a smirk.

“What a pussy,” David mumbled in a daze.

“She must have nine lives,” Wanda burst out. “She took nine fuckin’ loads of piss!”

“Thank you, Tawny,” Cassie whispered, gazing up into her eyes and stroking her blonde hair.

“No, thank you, Mrs. M,” Tawny corrected her, then gave her another smooch. “This sure has been a crazy ten days.”

“It sure has,” Cassie agreed. “Now get offa me. I drank too much Squirt, and Jiminy Crickets, do I have to pee!”