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.

Next: The Mess