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Oral, w/s, piss enema
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The Walk Home

Note: This is the sequel to The Propostion.  If you haven’t
that story, you should start there.

     “I can’t believe you said that,” Jenny murmured,
stumbling along the sidewalk, her feet refusing to move with
any semblance of grace.
     
     “You started it,” Greg defended himself.  While drunk,
he was in better shape then Jenny.  But not by much.  His
had was around her waist as they walked back to her place –
he said to support her, but there was a certain amount of
need for support himself, too.
     
     “I did not!” she slurred, her head lulling up to glare
at him.
     
     “Look, you’re the one who said ‘God, I’m so fucking
horny!’ with all your friends around.  I merely stated I
would help you out with that later.  I think I had made it
abundantly clear throughout the evening that my sense of
humor is such, and they would realize I was joking.  Even
though I wasn’t.”
     
     “You didn’t have to say it.”
     
     “I believe it was your emphatic ‘Damn right you will’
that altered them to the fact that our email correspondence
as been anything less then innocent.”
     
     At that, Jenny began to giggle.  She started swaying
with each step as she laughed, which made Greg have to plant
his feet and hold on, his every thought on keeping the two
of them from falling to the pavement.  At last, having swung
herself around into him, so they were pressed together,
chest to breast, she peered up into Greg face and whispered,
“I have to pee.”
     
     Greg grinned at her, amused by her drunkenness.  “Then
do it.”  She looked puzzled, so he elaborated.  “Right here,
right now.”  He grabbed her ass and pulled her lcoser,
grinding her hips into his.  “Piss your pants right now.”
     
     Jenny grinned, then started giggling again.  “No,” she
sighed.  “I’m not going to piss in my jeans.  I like this
pair!”
     
     “Take them off,” Greg suggested.
     
     She had a mischievous look in her eye.  “You want me to
take off my pants, here?  Now?”  She looked around.  They
were on the sidewalk of a street through her college town,
headed back to the house she shared with two other girls.
The street was deserted – being nearly two in the morning,
this was no surprise – but that didn’t mean that there were
not plenty of other partying college students up and about.
Just because they weren’t here now didn’t mean they wouldn’t
be very soon.
     
     But Greg saw it in her eyes; she wanted to take her
pants of here, knowing full well she might be seen.  He new
that about her, that exhibitionist bend to her.  And he
pushed a little bit, knowing it wouldn’t take much to get
her to comply.  “If it makes you feel better, we could go
behind those bushes.”
     
     He nodded to the high line of shrubs that formed a
little wall several steps from the walkway.  She looked
over, her eyes alive with excitement, and she nodded. “Let’s
go!”
     
     As soon as they were behind the bushes, Greg fumbled
with her belt and button and then pulled her jeans down.
Jenny, resting a hand on his shoulder to support herself,
stepped out of her pants and saddles alike.
     
     “Expecting to take someone home tonight?” Greg asked,
his eyes locked on her lacy black Brazilian panties.
     
     She looked confused.  “What do you mean?”
     
     “Those are the type of underwear you wear when you want
people to see them,” he said, drinking in her naked legs and
her tight ass as it filled out her sexy garments.  The
little red bow sat at the top of the back of the panties,
like a flag marking the beginning to her ass crack to anyone
who might be interested in finding it.
     
     At that, she smiled.  “Oh, I let everyone see my
underwear.  Didn’t you notice how low-cut my jeans were?”
     
     “I did,” Greg admitted.  This was not the first time
this evening he found himself regarding that red bow.
     
     “You want me to piss through my panties?” she asked,
running her fingers along the elastic band.
     
     “Depends.  Which is going to cost me more,” he asked
jokinly referring to how he had paid her for a blow job
earlier that night.  That money, however, had gone a long
way to getting them in the drunken state they were now in –
Jenny had spent most of it on drinks for the whole group at
the bar.
     
     “You paid me a hundred bucks.  I figure that gets you
whatever you want for the whole weekend!” Jenny replied with
no hint of jest.
     
     “Then yes, piss your panties,” Greg said, his eyes full
of lust.  Jenny smiled at him when she turned to face him,
glad that even the promise of such a display turned him on
so.  That she was going to do it was driving her crazy; her
unsated lust spurred on all the more by her dirty actions.
     
     She squatted a little and concentrated, closing her
eyes to better focus on releasing her bladder.  While
desperate to piss, so full of alcohol, it was a bit of a
strain with her audience.  She pushed, then relaxed, pushed
and relaxed, until the first stream trickled into her
panties, wetting down the fabric and soaking her skin.  She
could feel the hot liquid seeping down through the elastic
around her legs even as it sopped through her crotch and
began to drip down from her panties.  Once the flow started,
Jenny had to fight to keep the stream light and even,
dragging it out as long as possible.  It hurt to hold it
back, but it made it all the more erotic, and the relief of
pissing and the warmth that was flooding her thighs was
lifting her arousal to new, almost unbearable heights.
     
     She sucked in a shuddering breath, barely containing a
squeal of utter delight when she felt the pressure against
her cunt through her panties.  She knew what it was
instantly, but looked down to witness the event.  Just
seeing it nearly made her climax.
     
     Greg had, at some point, removed his shirt, and he was
now bare-chested and lying between her legs, his mouth
enclosed over her crotch.  He licked and sucked at her
spurting cunt through the saturated cloth of her underwear,
no doubt sucking mouthfuls of her urine as he did so.  When
his mouth closed to swallow his golden treasure down, her
stream sprayed across his face and down onto his broad body.
A golden river raced around his flesh, leaving a glistening
sheen to his skin in the faint glow of the street lights.
     
     His mouth felt wonderful against her aching pussy; ever
lick and suck shook her body like lightning, and that he was
drinking down her piss turned her on as surely as whoring
herself to him had hours before.  The pleasure of it – the
release of her urine, the fantasy realized of someone
drinking her piss and being showered in her golden flow, his
mouth lapping at her hot, earger pussy – it sent her
careening over the edge, and Jenny could not surpress the
cries of ecstacy that leapt from her throat as the great
climax of her life burst through her body.
     
     His mouth never ended its sucking and swallowing,
urging her orgasm on higher and higher.  His hands wrapped
around her hips to hold her steady as her legs shook.  As
her cunt spasmed with undeniable pleasure, her yellow stream
exploded with greater force, flooding her underwear in a
deluge of piss that flowed all over Greg’s face and hair and
body.  He relished it, undulating under her so that her hot,
salty shower splashed across every inch of his bare skin,
soaking him to the bone even as he drank it down.  He
clamped his mouth down onto her spray and just sucked hard,
taking it all in to his mouth, and sending another explosive
orgasm racing through her body before the first even had
time to finish.  Her voice was loud and long, no doubt
waking anyone in the nearby houses and alerting all hidden
couple and their kinky game.
     
     Her flow of piss stopped long before her climaxes, and
Greg never ceased sucking her cunt through her sodden
panties, continuing to drain the salty liquid from her
soaked underwear.  Her breath coming in laborious pants, she
lowered a hand to the back of his head, pulling his hard
into her wet crotch.  His hair was drenched completely, but
she held it in a tight fist and forced his tongue even
harder against her.  She held him there for some moments as
the quaking slipped from her body, leaving her knees
trembling and her legs weak.  Her cries had died to soft
moans which lingered with each breath even after she
released him.
     
     “Thank you,” she murmured as he crawled out from under
her.
     
     He laughed.  “You’re thanking me?  Trust me, I enjoyed
that, myself!”
     
     Jenny looked at him, glistening wet and smelling of her
urine.  His own jeans were heavy, soaked with her offering.
She leaded in to him, not caring that her shirt began to
soak up the wetness on his skin.  She licked across his
chest, tasting the lingering flavors of her own urine.  It
was not the first time she had tasted it, but it was the
first time anyone else had.  It had been an incredible
thrill, and as she licked the wonderful flavor from his
skin, she realized that, despite her two incredible
climaxes, she was no where near satisfied.
     
     Her hand reached down, cupping his soaked crotch.  He
was hard, which was not at all surprise for her, and she
gave his cock a squeeze, enjoying the hot, wetness to his
pants.  “Got any for me in there?”
     
     “I do.  But it is a bit difficult to piss with a hard-
on.”
     
     Jenny frowned.  She had heard that was true, so it
didn’t surprise her, but she was keen on getting her own
shower.  “I could make you cum.  Would that help?”  She was
pulling off his belt and undoing his button even as she
spoke the words.
     
     He didn’t answer, but he didn’t stop her, either, so
Jenny continued her efforts, pulling his jeans open and
releasing his cock to the night air.  Without pause, she
took it in her mouth, tasting the linger flavor of urine on
his skin.  Apparently, she had soaked through his jeans and
underwear, getting her hot nectar all the way down to his
cock.  She licked and sucked at the taste, enjoying the
added flavor.  She licked around the base of his cock, and
even lapped at his ball sack to lick away the wonderful
tastes of her own body.
     
     He came quickly once she resumed blowing him in
earnest, and as the first spray of cum erupted from his
cock, Jenny pulled his dick from her mouth, letting the line
of cream slap across her face.  She aimed his cock down, and
the rest of his jizz shot out onto her neck and down into
her cleavage, coating the skin exposed from her plunging
neckline.
     
     Greg moaned softly for her to suck him, and Jenny
returned his cock to her mouth, gently caressing his
deflating tool with her lips and mouth as the last drops of
his cum emptied onto her tongue.  It was not long after that
the bitter, salty trickle of his piss followed, dousing her
tongue with the strong taste.
     
     She could feel his muscles clench in an effort to keep
the flow slow, and she held his cock in her mouth, letting
the hot liquid fill her cheeks.  He whispered for her to
open her mouth and show him, and Jenny did so.  She could
see how much it excited him to see the yellow lake contained
between her lips, and the hunger in his eyes grew all the
more when she closed her mouth around it, the excess seeping
out and down her cheeks as she swallowed the mouthful.  His
warm flow splashed across her sealed lips and careened down
her neck and into the messy cum-splattering of her chest.
Her shirt was soon sucking in the piss, a yellow tinge
staining the cloth.
     
     He lowered his aim, just as Jenny had moments before,
and dosed her tits in earnest, soaking her shirt and bra
completely.  Jenny moaned as the heat seeped over her
excited flesh.  Her hands rubbed her soft tits and hard
nipples through the wet cloth, sending waves of delight
slithering through her, awakening the hungry lust that had
lingered so continuously within her this evening.
     
     He squeezed hard, killing the flow completely, and told
her to stand.  As she did, he pulled her panties down to her
ankles in one swift motion, and then resumed pissing, his
time aiming his stream right on to her pussy lips.  He
leaned in, pressing his cock head against her hot cunt, his
stream spraying directly on to her clit.
     
     “Oh my god!” Jenny cried out, utterly shocked by the
intense feeling shaking her body and making her legs quake
once more.  She grabbed hold of Greg’s shoulders to keep her
footing as he wiggled his cock back and forth, not only
slathering her cunt with his urine but also caressing the
tender, sensitive folds of her flesh with his cock head.  He
lifted his half-hard dick, and leaned in, pressing his cock
head against the juicy opening of her hot pussy.  He did not
penetrate, but he pushed hard, sending a strong geyser of
his golden fluid up inside.  Jenny hissed with delight,
barely able to breath, it felt so good.
     
     He spun her quickly, his urine splashing against her
hips as he turned her, and then onto her ass.  His piss
stream flowed down into her ass crack, sending a shiver
through her as the hot stream slid across her hole.  His
hands spread her cheeks, and his spray pounded against her
anus directly, and she moaned louder, enthralled by the
amazing sensation.  He pulled her towards his, and suddenly
she was aware of his cock pressed tight up against her ass,
just hard enough to nuzzle in.  She relaxed, pushed out with
her ass to let him in as much as he could.  Being quite use
to taking things up her rear, Jenny was not at all surprised
that even only semi-hard, Greg’s cock was able to slip in
just a bit.
     
     And suddenly the stream was no longer hitting her ass
and splashing off.  The heat was filling her up, streaming
deep inside of her.  She was amazed at the acuteness of the
sensation, how she could feel every bit of it flowing up
inside of her, somehow hotter then her and very warming.  He
was getting harder, his cock pushing in little by little and
prying her asshole apart as it came back to life.  She could
feel him tensing, straining to push, forcing every last his
of his piss into her with as much force as he could.  It
shot deep, deeper than anything she had every known, filling
her like she had never been before.  She had taken a few
enemas in her time, and Jenny had loved the feeling of
complete fullness, but there had never been this heat, this
passion inside of her as there was now.  She cried out
again, and Greg’s voice echoed her own.
     
     “Fuck,” he whispered, his mouth pressed into the nape
of her neck.  “That feels so fucking good, my cock in your
ass.”
     
     His words made her shiver, and her anus pulsed on his
dick, eliciting another moan from his throat.  His flow,
thought, was trickling out, but he gave a few last pushes,
sending violent streams shooting up into her.  A little was
leaking from her ass, Jenny could feel it trickling down his
cock and around her ass.  He still wasn’t completely hard,
but his cock was still growing, still stretching her anus
with every moment.
     
     “I’m going to pull out,” he whispered in her ear.  “Try
to hold it.”
     
     Jenny nodded, not trusting her voice to work.  He
slowly pulled back, and she clenched up around his cock as
was pulling it free.  When the head popped out, some of his
piss escaped, into her panties no doubt, but her anus
quickly sealed up, holding it in.
     
     “Think you can make it home like that?”  Greg asked,
grinning.
     
     Jenny nodded.  “If I don’t cum on the way,” she replied
as she pulled up her panties, amazed herself that it could
be a real possibility.  Her ass was aglow from even that
little penetration, and her body was mad with lust once more
by their wicked showering.  As took a stead, the straining
to contain fullness inside of her sent a wave of pleasure up
through her body.  Yes, it was a very real possibility she
could cum just by walking home in such a state, and Jenny
had little doubt that, should she orgasm on the way, she
would loose what hold she had, and the contents of her piss-
filled rectum would rush into and through her underwear.
     
     “Give me you’re shirt,” Greg ordered.  Without
question, Jenny took it off and handed it to him.  It only
occurred to her a moment later that now she was in her
panties and bra, the only cover from her and the street
being a thin line of high shrubs.  And she doubted there
would be that any more either.
     
     “Let’s go,” he said, holding out his arm to her.  Just
like she expected, he wanted her to walk home in just her
underwear.  Jenny didn’t protest – in fact, she smiled at
him and took his arm.  He held on to her cloths and his
shirt; Greg seemed unembarrassed to be shirtless and in wet
jeans.
     
     They walked slowly down the road, exposed to anyone who
might walk past or look out the window.  A car drove by
once, and the people inside called out and whistled to her –
Jenny waved and blew them a kiss.  They went slower then
before, and Jenny had to make frequent stops in order to
calm the perverse pleasure surging inside of her,
threatening to make her cum.  They were not far from her
place, but it took them a nearly an hour to make it the rest
of the way.  By the time they got to the front porch, Jenny
was just about in tears from the urge to empty her anus and
the desire to climax.  It was the most desperate she had
ever felt in her life, and she thought it was absolutely
fantastic.
     
     She fumbled a bit with her keys.  She was a little
bummed out by the thought that their playing might have to
end, her roommates around and all.  Until she realized that
both of the other girls were gone for the weekend!  The
excitement and elations made her squeal with joy – and she
almost lost her control.  She froze up rigid in order hold
her ass closed.
     
     “Everything okay?”
     
     “Just remembered the roommates were gone and nearly
lost my enema,” she said with a grin.
     
     “Glad they are gone,” Greg replied, slapping her ass
hard.  Her enema sloshed deliciously inside of her, making
her moan.  “I have some plans for tonight, and it really
won’t do to have anyone else around.”
     
     “Plans?” she asked innocently as she finally opened the
door.
     
     “Oh yes,” he replied, squeezing his hard-on through his
wet jeans.  “We haven’t even begun to get messy.”
     
     Jenny purred with pure lust as she closed the door
behind her.  She was glad to know that their little walk had
been nothing more than an appetizer, cause she was far from
feeling satisfied yet.