Kinky College - Water Conservation Week 03
Summary: Grace, a tight bodied, beautiful, brunette teen has been drinking piss and getting fucked in the women's restroom all day. She's served as a human urinal more times than she can keep track of and had her throat all but fucked raw. A young man takes her to the shower stalls in the men's locker room to get her clean and for a bit more fun. Did she really ask him that after he pissed on her? It's Water Conservation Week at the college, a week in which every woman on campus serves as a urinal for any and all the men who need to take a piss. The savings in fresh water by cycling urine through women first, since they'll piss it out later anyway, instead of using urinals is well worth it, at least to the men. They're just doing their duty to help protect Mother Earth.
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Grace hadn't left the women's bathroom all day. During Water Conservation Week, the men were allowed to come into either restroom, unlike the other special event weeks. A line of men had come into the stall, where she sat completely naked on the white porcelain toilet. They had pissed into her open mouth, onto her face, and even aimed for the sensitive nipples of her small, pert, breasts. After using her like a living urinal, they would slam their cocks down her slack jawed mouth, using her throat like a cunt, until they came, either in her throat or on her face and hair.
She could barely taste the cock pounding down her throat.
"Wow! You know how to drink some piss and take a cock down your throat, don't you?" the man pulling his cock free from Grace's mouth and shooting a hot load of jism onto her tongue said.
"Huh?" She swallowed his cum, blinked her eyes, and looked up at him.
"Hey, guys, I'm gonna take her to the locker room to get washed up. I think she's had about all she can handle for now," he said and pulled her to her feet.
She walked behind him as he pulled her through the halls of the college without letting go of her wrist. She slowly became aware of her surroundings, the feel of the carpet turning to linoleum beneath her bare feet, the scent of her own body covered in cum and piss, and sounds of women being fucked in every way possible all around her in the halls.
The nape of his neck was smooth just below his light brown hair and he was just about a foot taller than her. She tried to remember what his face looked like, but there had been so many men that day, that they had all blended into one face.
"I... um... I can get to the locker room myself," she said.
"Don't worry about it. I'll get you there," he said with a look back and a wink.
She thought about objecting again, but something about the warmth in his light brown eyes when he smiled back at her put her at ease. She wondered if she knew him from someplace.
"See, we're already here," he said as he pushed through the door into the men's locker room and pulled her in after him. The cold concrete floor was rough under her bare feet. The soft patter of her heels and toes as she walked behind him echoed off the walls of the empty room.
"My name's Jim," he said.
He started taking off his clothes and throwing them haphazardly into a locker. She let her eyes wander over his well groomed and toned body. He had hints of s six pack, but his abs weren't so developed that they looked unnatural. She watched the muscles of his arms play gently under his pale skin and wondered if he worked out.
Once he'd taken all of his clothes off, he stood and took hold of her slender wrist again. He half dragged her into the communal showers and a moment later she felt a burst of clean, hot water leap from the shower head to her bare back.
"I bet that feels good after all that time in the restroom," he said.
She moaned in agreement and ran her fingers through her soaked hair, down her body and rolled her shoulders. It had been a long day and this shower was much nicer than the piss she'd been sprayed with for hours in the restroom.
She felt his hard cock press up against the lips of her hungry cunt and wondered if he'd fuck her while they shared the shower. She hoped he'd fuck her cunt. Every guy who had used her as a urinal that week had fucked her anywhere else. She'd had her throat fucked until she could barely speak, her ass drilled until it winked for the rest of the day, her tits humped like crazy, and had given more hand jobs than she could count. Her cunt ached with the hope that he'd ram his thick cock into it.
She closed her eyes, rolled her shoulders, and let the sensation of his hands roaming her body permeate her mind. The scent of the soap her lathered onto her skin filled her nostrils with its sharp, musky scent. She reached down, grabbed his thick rod, and began to grind her wet cunt up and down the length of it. A sound something between a groan and a chuckle escaped his throat.
"Ple- please fuck me," Grace said, while stroking her hand up and down the length of his shaft.
"Beg me."
"Please. Please, fuck me. Please. I'm begging. See? See? I need your big, wonderful, awesome cock! Please!" She ground up and down the length of his cock frantically while moaning the words.
"You're one horny little slut, aren't you?" he teased.
"Yes. Yeah, that's me. I'm your horny little slut. So... so, please, fuck me."
"Alright, but afterwords I want you to lay down on the floor here in the shower and let me piss on these perky little tits of yours. Deal?"
She thought for a moment, but the need burning between her legs won. "Yes! It's a deal. Fuck that big cock up my cunt and I'll let you do whatever you want!"
She felt his hands grip around her thin waist and lift her into the air, just slighty, and then the head of his cock press forward into her dripping and throbbing cunt. Grace moaned low and rammed her hips down, driving the length of his cock up into her burning body. She felt the tile wall pres sinto her back and wrapped her legs around his strong waist.
"Oh, fucking God, yes!" she cooed.
His strokes were slow and uneven at first, but soon his cock was pistoning in and out of her cunt as fast as any that had pounded down her throat earlier that day. She felt a pulse begin to build in her body, centered on her cunt and extending outward. With each thrust the energy building within her came closer to being released. Then, at last, even as the lights around her seemed to dim, shapes and colors exploded all around, she heard her own voice cry out and echo off the shower walls, the pulse of a wild and long overdue climax coaursed through her body.
As she panted and clung to him, he continued to thrust up into her quivering body, until at last she felt his thick rod slam up into her, and then gasped as it pulsed deep and solid within her well fucked cunt.
They clung to each other for a moment and then he spoke while lowering her still shaking body ot the concrete shower floor.
"Now, it's time to pay up. I've really got to take a screamer of a piss and I want to see what it looks like on your tits," he said while turning off the shower.
She knelt for a moment, then dutifully laid back against the concrete floor, with her legs still curled up beneath her, causing her back to arch slightly. She looked up saw him stand straddling her thighs and looking down at her.
"You're really beautiful," he said, then took his softening cock in one hand and aimed it at her chest. The air was cool without the shower running and the goosebumps on her small tits seemed to make them sparkle.
He moaned as his hot, yellow, pungeunt piss shot out of his cock. She was surprised at how nice it felt to have the warm water of the cock that had just fucked her splattering on her bare chest and running in rivulets down her sides. He aimed back and forth between her nipples and the shcok offered new delights each time. A small stream had wandered down and filled the button of her taught belly. Even the gradual slowing of the stream of goldine water pouring out of his cock left her wanting more.
"Thank... Thank you, Jim," she said, baely above a whisper.
"Anytime, Grace," he said with a wink while he shook the last few drop of piss from his cock onto her young body.
"Do you really mean that?" she asked.
Jim had taken a step towards the shower exit, but looked back and cocked his head to the right, with a small, bemused smile.
"Yeah. Yeah, I do mean that. Anytime. For you, anytime."
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Grace asked while sitting back up into a kneeling position.
"No, I don't."
"Well, um... we could... we could go out for drinks after classes are over and after that... we could do... whatever," she said, blushing and looking down.
Jim nodded and smiled, leaned against the doorway for a moment, and said, "Yeah. Okay. Yeah. I'd give you my number, but you don't really have anywhere to keep it. So, how about we just meet at Sybil's Saloon around 11:00 tonight?"
"I'll be there!"
She smiled as she watched his firm ass disappear into the locker room and then slowly stood up. She thought about rinsing down again, but decided she'd rather wear his gift for a while longer and stepped out into the locker room, then the hall. A quick look at a clock told her that she still had time to make it to her PoliSci class, if she hurried.
[To be continued?]
