She smiled as she pulled off her dress. She draped the garment over a nearby chair, and walked over to the bed.
He lay naked, lusting at the sight of her bare breasts.
"Just be still," she purred. "I'll go and get the equipment."
She dashed out of the bedroom and returned a few minutes later with an enema bag and a large pitcher filled with warm, soapy water. He looked at her with a bemused expression on his face.
"You know," he smiled, "this isn't the sort of thing I'd do every day."
"Don't worry," she cooed. "You'll enjoy it, really."
She pressed her hands firmly against the cheeks of his naked ass and spread them wide apart. She gripped the enema tube tightly, and slid the greased plastic end into his rectum.
"Hey, that doesn't feel bad at all," he said. "I thought it would hurt."
"Well, this will feel a lot better," she said.
She slowly began to pour the water into the bag. Its rubber skin swelled wide.
His eyes lit up as he felt the warm liquid rushing into his asshole. The hot stream made its way to his prostate.
He gasped, and became erect.
"I, I don't believe it," he said hoarsely. "This is great."
She knelt down, clutching the bag tightly, and grasped his hardened cock. He groaned, and came in her hand.
She poured more water into the bag. He became erect again. The water slowly started to fill him.
The head of his cock swelled wide, and he began to sigh softly. She continued to fill the bag.
"I, I think I've had enough," he said slowly. His intestines were starting to ache from the pressure of the water.
"I'll decide that," she purred.
"Please take it out," he said. There was a trace of fear in his voice. He tried to move, but felt a searing pain tear through his anus.
"We've hardly started," she said.
"Please," he said, sounding really afraid now. "I'll do those other things! I, I promise I will."
"So you'll let me give you a golden shower?"
"Yes, yes, just take the tube out!"
"I think I'll leave it in for a while," she said. She hung the bag up on a nearby pole lamp and climbed up on the bed.
"Here it comes," she said, straddling his trapped form and crouching down over his face...
CHAPTER ONE
She smiled with satisfaction as she scanned the briefs before her. She had won the case-that was certain. She got up from her desk, feeling a strong sense of pride in her legal skills.
She stepped over to the intercom and slammed down the talk button.
"Ms. Rogers," she said. "I'm leaving for the day. Please hold all calls."
"Very well, Mrs. Thompson," the voice on the other end replied.
She slammed her office door shut and darted into a waiting elevator.
The car stopped a few stories down. A young man entered, and leaned himself against the rearmost wall.
She saw that he was studying her figure, and felt a tingle of lust. He was very, very attractive, with a square-jawed face and a tall, heavy-set form. From the way he was dressed she guessed that he was a professional of some sort.
She tensed as he cleared his throat, waiting for him to throw out a line.
"Excuse me. You're Terri Thompson, aren't you?"
"Yes, that's me," she smiled. "How did you know my name?"
"I read it off the door of your office," he grinned back. "Mine is just a few doors down the hall. It seems that we're in the same business."
"Oh! Are you a lawyer?"
"Yup. I'm with Tremark, Lewis and Smith. Junior partner."
"What's your name?" she asked quickly.
"Mark. Mark Roberts."
He extended his hand. She gripped his fingers tightly, and smiled at the lusting, confident gleam in his eyes. She curled her ring finger towards her palm, trying to hide her wedding ring.
"You know, it would be a good idea for us to have lunch sometime, " he said.
That wasn't a good idea, it was a great one. Her cunt told her that.
"Yes, we could compare notes, I guess." She strained herself to sound as casual as possible.
"How about tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow will be fine. One o'clock okay?"
"Fine with me."
The elevator reached the lobby. He stepped out, and flashed her a lusty grin as he walked away.
She was feeling quite homy by the time she got to her husband's office. She was greeted by a roar of anger as she pushed her way through the expensively-paneled door.
"RENT STRIKE! GODDAMN IT TO HELL!" He pounded a beefy fist down hard on his desk as she walked in.
He saw her, and his expression changed to a soft smile.
"Hi, honey," he called out. "Sorry about the hollering. I just got some bad news."
"I heard," she chuckled, pulling a chair up to the side of his desk. "What's the problem? Rebellion in the slums?"
"I wish it was," he grunted. "Legal aid couldn't stand a chance against us-you, that is. This is a luxury building."
"What is the complaint?" she asked.
"Inadequate services," he said. "I don't know what they're talking about."
"Well, I'll take care of it," she said. "Who is going to be their counsel?"
"That's the tough part," he said. "They've gotten themselves a law firm- Tremark, Lewis and Smith."
"That will be tough," she mused. "I'll work on it first thing tomorrow."
He yawned, and stretched out his arms.
"I think I'll call it a day," he said. He pushed himself away from his desk and stood up.
They went down to a garage adjacent to the building. As she slid behind the wheel of then-car, she tried to calculate the possibility of the man she'd just met taking the case.
"What are you grinning about like that?" he asked.- "Oh," she said quickly, "the Wentworth case. I've got it sewed up tight. Should pick up a nice piece of change from it."
"Good, we'll need it."
They drove out of the city and down the Sprain Brook Parkway to their home in Westchester. She pulled into the driveway, then inched the car into their garage.
"I think we should celebrate," she said, sliding out from behind the wheel."
"Dinner at the club?" he grinned.
"Of course," she replied, a tone of mock surprise in her voice.
They dashed into the house and quickly dressed for the evening. They ate a slow, leisurely dinner at the local club, then drove back to their home.
"I think we should go to bed early tonight," he said.
She grinned at him lustily. "I think that would be a very good idea," she purred.
They went upstairs to their bedroom. He sat at the edge of their bed and watched as she undressed.
She slowly pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her gown and let the top drop down to her waist. Keeping her back to him, she unclasped her bra and tossed it down on top of her dresser.
She stared at him through the mirror.
"Aren't you going to take your clothes off?" Her voice had become warm and motherly.
"Yeah," he gasped hoarsely.
He stood up and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. She slid out of her gown, and pulled down her panties. She stepped naked over to the bed.
"Would you like-" she began.
"Oh, yes," he gasped. "Please! Tonight is special."
"Yes, yes- it is," she cooed. "Come on."
He followed her into the bathroom. She wrapped her arms tightly around his naked form, and pressed her lips firmly against his mouth. He parted his teeth, and she slid the wet, hot meaty flesh of her tongue deep into his mouth.
He slid his hand up her naked side and clamped his fingers firmly over a large, round breast. She drew back her tongue, and slid her hand down to his stomach.
"How's the tummy?"
"Sick," he said dolefully. "I, I think I need an enema."
"Of course you do," she purred. "Lie down and get yourself ready. I'll set everything up."
He stretched himself out on the thick rug lying in the center of the tiled bathroom floor.
He tensed in anticipation.
She opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the enema bag and tube. His eyes lit up at the sight of the sleek, shiny rubber enema bag.
She hooked the bag to the top of the glass shower door and smeared vaseline over the plastic tip at the end of the tube.
She crouched down beside him. He turned so that he was lying on his left side. She pressed her fingers firmly against the naked cheeks of his buttocks, and pulled them apart.
"Oh, yes!" he gasped, as she slid the plastic tip into his anus.
She carefully worked the tip into the pink flesh. He writhed with pleasure at the feel of it.
She got up and pointed the shower head to the mouth of the bag. She turned the water on hard. The bag swelled, and he started to groan as it flowed into his asshole.
"How is it, Ben," she smiled.
"Oh, great," he grunted hoarsely.
The warm water seeped slowly into his bowels. His prick shot up, fully erect, and he began to sigh softly.
She reached her hand into his crotch and curled her fingers tightly around the hardened shaft. He came in her fingers, and she drew her hand back.
Water continued to flow into the bag. He groaned, and twisted himself around.
"Would you like to-" she began.
"Yeah," he said. "Take it out for a while."
She withdrew the tube and shoved it into the bathtub. He got up, and she left the bathroom.
She came back in after he had relieved himself. She stepped over to the tub, and turned the faucets on hard.
"Let's take a bath together," she said.
"Yes, let's," he said, sounding like a small boy.
They climbed into the half-full tub. She leaned her shoulder blades against the smooth back wall of the tub and stretched out her legs.
He leaned himself carefully against the faucets and pressed his feet against her bare, submerged hips.
"Look," she purred.
She sank down until only her head and neck remained above the surface of the bathwater. She cupped her hands under her large, white masses of breast flesh, and let her nipples stick up above the surface of the water.
His prick shot up, and the swollen head broke the surface of the water. She leaned forward, the water splashing against her pretty face.
"Looks delicious," she purred.
He slid towards her, sending the shaft of his cock above the surface of the water. She raised herself up, then bent forward. She thrust a hand into his submerged crotch and curled her fingers tightly around the base of the shaft of his cock.
He lifted his buttocks, tightly gripping the sides of the tub. She, took the head of his cock in between her sensuous lips, and closed her mouth tightly over the taut male flesh.
He groaned softly as she worked the shaft with the wet, meaty flesh of her tongue. With a hoarse grunt, he thrust his hands at her wet torso and sank his fingers into the supple flesh of her breasts.
His prick began to jerk violently in her mouth, and shoot out hot gobs of semen. She pulled her face away, and swallowed down his come.
His softened prick sank slowly beneath the surface of the bathwater. He sat up, and started to pick himself up out of the tub. "How's about we get the suits?" he said. There was a pleading tone to his voice.
"Well, I guess it will be all right," she murmured.
She picked herself up, the water streaming down her naked flesh. Two tiny soap bubbles had appeared on her nipples.
His prick slowly climbed back to a full, erection.
"You ought to hold that for a while," she laughed. "You'll have trouble getting into the suit."
"I, I'll manage," he stammered. He was trembling with lust.
Two rubber suits were lying folded in a far comer of the bathroom. She picked them up, and handed one to him She stepped back and watched as he pulled down the zipper in back of the garment. She dropped the other suit to the floor.
Her lusts boiled up as she watched him pull the sleek, shiny latex rubber over his wet body. There was a small hole cut in the crotch of the garment. He groaned loudly as he shoved his prick through the hole.
"Turn around," she said.
"Oh, do you have to zip it up? It's so tight!"
"Come on now," she said firmly. "You know how it is to. be done."
He turned meekly around, and trembled as she zipped the suit shut.
"It hurts," he whined. His penis protruded from the small hole in the latex crotch of the suit. The rubber pressed painfully against the taut male flesh. He started to whimper softly.
"Couldn't we do without this?" he asked. "It, it hurts."
"It was you who said you wanted the suit," she said firmly. "You'll be wearing it for a while."
"Not all night!" His voice was a frightened whine. His penis was still fully erect.
She stepped up close to him and gently curled her fingers around the hardened shaft of his cock.
"Come on," she said, "we're going into the bedroom."
"With this on?"
"Come on!" her voice was harsh now. He lowered his head and followed her out of the bathroom.
She pushed open the door to their bedroom and stretched herself out on the bed.
He stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at the exposed flesh of her twat. He rubbed the tip of his tongue Over his lips as he stared at the mat of brown hair covering her pussy.
She raised her knees and spread her legs wide apart. "Come on. Fuck me, fuck me right now!"
"Couldn't I take-" he began.
"No!" she roared at him. "Stick your prick in me right now!"
He sighed as he slid up opto the bed. He crawled on all fours between her spreadeagled limbs and thrust his cock at her pussy hole. He missed, and sent the swollen head skidding through her brown pussy pelt.
"Oh, shit," she cried. She jerked her head and shoulders up and thrust her hand into his rubber-bound crotch.
She curled her fingers tightly around the shaft of his cock and shoved the head into her pussy hole. "All right," she grunted. "Ram it in."
He thrust forward, shoving his prick deep into her cunthole. She reached up and dug her fingers into his latex covered back. With a grunt, she pulled him down on top of her.
A terrible firestorm of lust erupted in her brain as the sleek, shiny surface of the suit crushed against her naked breasts. She pressed her fingers into his back, then slowly slid her hands down to his rubber-covered ass.
He started to slide his prick slowly in and out of her pussy hole. She groaned, and pulled on his rubber-covered ass.
"Harder," she grunted. "Ram it harder!"
He groaned and rammed the head of his cock firmly against the back wall of her cunt. He slid a hand between their locked-together bodies and clamped his fingers over a large, round breast.
The rubber of the suit pressed against the back of his hand. The soft flesh of her breast pressed into his sweaty palm. His rubberized crotch pressed tightly against her groin.
"Grab my clit," she said. "Grab it!"
He slid his hands down the smooth, white plane of her stomach and ploughed his fingers through her pussy pelt. His fumbling fingers found the top of her cunt, and groped for the hard mound of her clit.
"Yes, that's it!" she gasped. "Hard!"
He pushed aside the tiny flap of skin covering her clit and scissored his fingers around her hardened love bud. She began to tremble violently, and dug her fingers into the slippery rubber of the suit.
The walls of her cunt contracted and sucked at his invading member. He jerked his hand away, and began pumping his prick rapidly in and out of her pussy hole.
She leaned her head back and let out a howl as she climaxed. His prick began to jerk violently inside her, then shoot forth hot gobs of semen.
"Pull out," she grunted. "Pull out now."
He slid the softening shaft of his cock out from between the lips of her cunt and rolled off her quivering form. The suit was starting to bind against him, and he had difficulty in moving his arms.
"Could I take it off now?" he asked.
"No. I want you to wear it for a while. Come back into the bathroom."
She slid off the bed, and stretched out her arms. Her breasts rose with her torso.
He stared at her naked buttocks "as she walked out of the bedroom.
"I have to piss," she said as she entered the bathroom.
"Wait, couldn't you-" he began. "Later," she said, squatting down on the toilet. "If you don't complain about the suit anymore."
"Well, all right." He looked crestfallen as he listened to the tinkling sound of her urine hitting the porcelain surface of the interior of the bowl.
She got up off the toilet and pulled out a piece of toilet paper.
"Here. Wipe me off," she grunted.
He looked at her with sad eyes. She glared at him, and he took the toilet paper from her with trembling fingers.
She gripped the wooden dowling of a towel rack and bent forward, spreading her thighs apart. He shoved his hand between her thighs and carefully wiped away all traces of urine.
He tossed the toilet paper into the bowl and flushed it down. She stepped over to the tub and turned on the faucets.
"What are you doing?" he whined.
"We need another bath," she said. "Come on, get yourself into the tub.
He stepped over the edge of the tub, groaning as the rubber of the suit dug into his crotch. He lowered his latex-clad buttocks into the water, wincing as the suit tightened viciously around him. He twisted his face into a mask of discomfort.
She glared at him as she stepped into the tub.
"You don't look too happy," she said. "I, I don't mind," he said quickly. She stretched out her legs, then draped a bare, wet ankle over the edge of the tub. "Fuck me," she said.
"I'm not ready yet," he said, staring down at his semi-erect member.
"Stand up," she grunted tiredly. "I don't know if I should give you a golden shower tonight or not."
"But you said tonight was special," he whined, pulling himself to his feet.
"Yes, yes it is," she said hoarsely.
He stepped over to her, the water splashing around his rubber clad legs. He crouched down, spreading his legs apart and lowering his softened shaft to her face.
She gripped his wet rubbery sides tightly and flicked the shaft of his cock into her mouth. She slid closer, pressing her face against the slippery, delicious wetness of the suit. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and began sucking hard on his prick.
The member sprang up erect in her mouth. She pulled her face away, and again draped one leg over the edge of the tub.
"Come on, stick it in," she gasped.
"It's too difficult," he whined.
"Do you want-"
"Yes, yes," he interrupted.
He groaned as he gripped the edges of the tub. He crouched, and slowly advanced the shaft of his cock towards the meat of her twat.
She slid down, shoving the swollen lips of her cunt up above the surface of the, bathwater.
"Come on. You can certainly gain purchase now."
He bent forward, his rubbered feet gripping the enameled bottom of the tub. He lowered his prick to the cunt lips, and managed his swollen head in.
"This hurts," he said.
"Are you complaining?" she asked sharply.
"No, no," he said fearfully.
He slid the shaft of his cock into her cunthole. The rubber dug into his underarms and strained against his thighs. He slowly slid the shaft of his cock in and out.
She fished a hand up out of the water and dug her fingers into the wrinkled folds of flesh just below her brown pussy pelt. She gripped her clit, and leaned her head back.
"Now don't you pull out before I feel you come," she said.
"It will be hard like this," he mumbled.
She answered him with a sigh of passion as her orgasm mounted. His prick began to jerk inside her, then shot out a thin stream of come. He slowly pulled himself off of her, and sank back into the bathwater.
"Can we now?" he asked pleadingly.
"Not just yet. I am enjoying the bath. Aren't you?"
"Yes, yes of course," he said quickly.
His penis dangled limply from the hole in the crotch in the suit. He groaned as the suit continued to tighten around his body.
She stood up, and stepped out of the tub. He rose up quickly, watching as she walked across the bathroom floor.
"Are you ready for it now?" she asked him.
"Yes, yes, please," he grunted. He reached behind his back for the zipper of the suit.
"No," she said. "Keep it on a while longer."
"But it's so uncomfortable," he said.
"Do you want the shower?"
"Yes, yes, right now," he gasped. "Do it here, all right?"
"All right. No sense in messing up the sheets."
He eagerly stretched himself out on the bathroom rug. He spread his arms out wide on either side of his suited form, and pressed the back of his head to the surface of the rug.
He opened his mouth wide as she planted her feet firmly on either side of his head. His eyes were flashing with anticipation.
She slowly lowered the swollen lips of her cunt down on his face.
"Eat me a little, first," she said.
"Can't we now?" he whined.
She answered by jamming her cunt down hard on his mouth. He sucked at the wrinkled folds of flesh, and grasped her bare waist tightly.
"Make me come first," she said hoarsely.
He darted his tongue into her cunthole and pressed the wet, meaty tip against the pulsating walls of her twat. She groaned loudly, and pressed her hands to the tiled bathroom floor.
She shoved her twat forward, jamming the top against his lips. He shot his tongue out and groped for the hard mound of her clit under its protective sheath.
He found it, and rammed the meat of his tongue down hard on the little love bud. She began to tremble violently. The walls of her cunt began to contract and suck at his lips and chin. She let out a loud cry of orgasm, then jerked her twat off of his face.
She stood up and watched as he licked her come off his lips with his tongue.
"Are you ready now?" she asked.
"Oh, please do it now," he cried out. There was a shrill, anxious tone to his voice.
She again planted her feet firmly on either side of his head. He stared up with lusting eyes at the meat of her twat.
"I have to pee a lot," she grunted.
"Good, good," he gasped. "Come on, let it flow!"
She spread her thighs apart, holding her cunt hole just inches above his face. Her lips contracted, and a small stream of bright-yellow urine flowed out from her twat.
He groaned with pleasure as the warm, yellow fluid dripped onto his face. She squeezed, and the flow steadily increased. The urine made graceful swirls around his nose. He closed his eyes, sighing at the feel of the urine on his eyelids.
"More," he gasped. A thin stream of urine flowed into his mouth. He gulped lustily as he swallowed it down.
She slowly lowered her pissing pussy onto his face. He grunted at the feel of her ass cheeks, groaned at the circle of warm, yellow wetness that was soiling him.
She squeezed the last few drops of urine out of herself, then picked herself up. She stepped to one side.
He lay, his face completely covered with her urine. His eyes were tightly shut, and he rocked his head from side to side as he licked the urine off of his lips.
She purred, and dropped down to a low crouch. She seized the shaft of his prick, and felt it become hard in her grasp. A few quick strokes had the palm of her hand filled with semen.
He lifted himself up slowly, the urine dripping off his cheeks in tiny, bright-yellow drops.
"That, that was wonderful," he gasped. "Can I take the suit off?"
"Not yet," she said. "You still have something else to do for me."
He raised himself up on his knees. She planted her feet firmly on either side of him, and lowered her crotch to his face.
He leaned his head back and stuck out his tongue. Slowly and carefully, he licked off all traces of urine from the lips of her pussy. She shivered with delight at the feel of his tongue.
He stood up and turned his back to her. She gripped the zipper, then pulled it down the back of the suit.
He gasped as he wriggled out of the slippery, wet garment. He folded it carefully, and placed placed it in a corner of the bathroom.
"Oh, I have to pee again," she said.
He was lying on the floor before she could turn around. She squatted down over him, and let the urine gush out over his torso.
CHAPTER TWO
Mark Roberts had a difficult afternoon at work. He was as horny as hell. No matter what he tried to think about, the image of Terri Thompson remained fixed in his mind.
He wished she had been wearing looser clothing, so he could get a good idea of how she would look naked.
There was a soft knock on the door to his office.
"Yes?" he said carefully. He wanted to bark, but he had no idea of who might be outside.
The door pushed open. As he had guessed, it was the wrong person to bark at.
He turned on his brightest smile as he gazed at the heavily-jowled face of the senior partner.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Tremark," he said, quickly rising to his feet.
"Good afternoon, Mark," the man smiled. He was carrying a sheaf of papers. He tossed them down on Mark's desk.
"This is a tenant's problem, a rent strike," he grumbled.
"Rent strike? Isn't that one for the legal aid boys?"
"Not this one. This isn't a slum. A luxury building. Complaints about inadequate service, lousy heat and so forth. You'll be representing the tenant's group."
Mark couldn't hide the scowl that crossed his face.
"I understand," said the senior partner softly. "More money if you were on the other side. But the landlord has a lawyer-his wife."
Mark jerked his head up sharply at the sound of the word 'wife'. A strange suspicion crept over him.
"The details are all there," grunted Mr. Tremark. "Check it out, and see what you can put together."
He turned and left the office. Mark raised a finger at the man as he passed through the doorway.
"Old shit," he muttered. "Wonder what would happen if I were to call him 'Carl'?"
He grinned as he realized he hadn't as yet paid off his auto loan. He picked up the documents, then threw them back down on his desk with a laugh.
Counsel for the landlord was none other than Terri Thompson.
"That is a tough case," he grinned to himself. "Jesus Christ!"
There was only one thing he could do. Tell her the news at lunch, and see how she took to it.
He decided to call it a day. He shoved the documents into his briefcase, and quickly left his office. He was twice as horny now, and turned his thoughts to his wife.
He was fully erect by the time he pulled off the local road leading to his home. He parked, and quickly got out of the car.
He smiled as he saw his wife on the front porch of their house. She kissed him gently as he walked into their house.
"So! How's my lawyer today?" she purred.
He grabbed her around her waist and pressed her close to him. "Just fine, darling. What's for dinner?"
"Oh, I don't know. Want to-"
"I'm on the way," he,chuckled.
Dinner was followed by an intensely sexual movie. Doris was horny by the time they piled back into their car.
She leaned back against the backrest of the car's front seat and glanced at Mark's crotch. A hard bulge had formed from the fabric of his slacks.
She reached over and clamped her fingers firmly over the bulge. Mark groaned, and grunted.
"Hey, take it easy," he said. "You're going to cause an accident!"
"Sorry," she murmured, and jerked her hand away.
She let her legs fall open under the waist of her skirt. He glanced up at the dashboard mirror, and saw more than he wanted to of her panty-covered crotch.
"Jesus," he muttered.
"See something interesting?" she purred at him.
"No," he said, a note of mock unconcern in his voice.
"Oh," she replied, and snapped her legs shut again.
He pulled into the driveway of their home, and quickly parked the car. She slid out, and dashed up to the front porch.
They walked into the living room. She settled herself into the couch, leaned over and turned on their television set. "Want a drink?" asked Mark.
"Yes, please," she murmured. Her voice was a soft, sexual purr.
He mixed two drinks for them with trembling fingers and walked back over to the couch. He set the glasses down on a coffee table and sat down next to her. "Watching anything interesting?" he grinned. He draped his arm over the backrest of the couch.
She slid next to him and nestled herself against the horny warmth of his side. He let his fingers trail lightly over her shoulder.
"No, not at all," she said.
He picked up his drink and took a deep swig. She drank deeply. Their glasses hit the coffee table at the same time.
He let his arm slip down around her shoulders and pressed her tightly against him.
"Wait a minute," she said hoarsely.
"Wait for what?"
She leaned over and turned off the television. "That," she purred, and pressed her back against the back rest of the couch.
He leaned his head towards her. She darted her head at him, and pressed her lips firmly against his mouth.
She parted her teeth as he snaked his arm around her waist. He slid the wet, hot, meaty flesh of his tongue in between her lips. She closed her mouth tightly, and began to suck hard."
He slid his hand up her side and clamped his fingers firmly over a cloth-covered breast. She groaned into his mouth, and pressed her hand against his thigh.
She slowly inched her fingers towards the bulge growing out of his crotch. He jerked his tongue out of her mouth as her fingers pressed the fabric of his slacks against the stiffening shaft of his cock.
"Let me have your prick," she groaned.
She slid off the couch and knelt between his legs. He looked down, panting, as she thrust her hands into his crotch.
She deftly opened the buckle of his belt. He lifted his buttocks, and she slid his pants down to his knees. A huge bulge had formed in the crotch of his briefs. She leaned her mouth to his crotch, and pressed her lips tightly against the bulge. Mark grunted.
She hooked her fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs and jerked them down. His prick sprang up, fully erect.
"Oh! Yummy!" she gasped.
She curled her thumb and forefinger tightly around the base of the shaft of his cock and thrust her face forwards. She licked off a tiny drop of come that had formed from the tiny slit in the cock's head, then took the swollen head into her mouth.
Mark gasped with pleasure as she folded her lips over his taut male flesh. She pressed the tip of her tongue to the sensitive underside of the cock's head, then slowly worked her mouth back and forth over the shaft.
Mark grunted and thrust his hips forward. She toyed with the shaft, wrapping and unwrapping her tongue around its veiny, quivering surface. The prick began to jerk violently inside her mouth, then shoot out hot bogs of semen.
She jerked her face out of his crotch and stood up, gulping down his come. She turned, and started to walk out of the room.
"I'm going up to the bedroom," she panted. "Want to join me?"
"What do you think?" he chuckled.
She darted out of the room at that. He stepped out of his pants and darted after her, unbuttoning his shirt.
He threw the shirt off as he charged into their bedroom. She sat at the edge of the bed, her eyes filled with lust.
"Undress me," she purred. "Take all my clothes off."
She stood up and stepped towards the dresser. He zipped down the back of her dress. She raised her arms, and he pulled the garment off her shoulders.
"Damn," he grunted. "Why'd you have to wear so much clothing?"
"It's cold out," she chuckled. "Or, would you have me go out to dinner naked?"
"No, I don't think so," he mused. "Look silly as hell if a judge were in the restaurant."
"Who knows," she giggled. "Maybe he'll insure a win for you."
"Raise your arms," he said.
She lifted her arms again, forming a graceful vee with her head and shoulders as the apex.
He seized the silky fabric of her slip tightly and pulled it up over her head. He tossed the garment aside, then gripped the back strap of her bra. His fingers trembled with lust as he undid each of the three white hooks holding the bra shut over her breasts.
The straps of the garment popped aside, and the bra dropped down -to the dresser. He immediately shoved his hands out on either side of her and clamped his fingers over her cone-shaped breasts.
She murmured passionately as he pressed her nippled mounds of flesh against the sweaty palms of his hands.
"Don't forget the best part," she cooed.
He slid his hands off her boobs and grasped her panty-clad waist. She thrust her ass at him as he slid his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties.
He slid them down her lean, sensuous legs and let them drop to the floor around her ankles.
He grasped her naked waist and lifted her off the carpeted floor of the room. He carried her easily over to the bed and laid her down on the mattress.
He bellied up on the bed as she spreadeagled herself. He peered into the horny redness between the tops of her thighs.
"Looks good enough to eat," he said hoarsely.
"Come and get it," she purred, spreading her thighs wide apart.
He slid between her outspread limbs and jammed his mouth tightly against the swelling, juicing lips of her twat. He sucked the wet, hot, wrinkled folds of flesh into his mouth, and grasped her bare sides tightly.
She lifted her feet up off the mattress and crossed her legs tightly over the broad, muscled plane of his naked back. The insides of her thighs crushed passionately against the sides of his head.
He slid his fingers up to her breasts, and tweaked her hardened, brown-button nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She groaned loudly at the touch, and dug her heels into the masculine flesh of his back.
He darted his tongue deep into her pussy hole and pressed the wet tip against the pulsating walls of her twat. He slowly worked his tongue meat around, gasping into her crotch.
He slid his hands down to her stomach, then shoved them under her buttocks. He gripped the firm, rounded cheeks of her ass tightly and squeezed. She gasped, and thrust her arms out wide on either side of her quivering, naked form.
He moved his lips to the wrinkled folds of flesh just below her pussy pelt. He groped with his. tongue, and rammed the tip against the bit of skin covering her clit.
She shrieked with passion as he pressed the tip of his tongue against her hard little love bud. Her body began to tremble, and her thighs pressed tightly against the sides of his head.
He jerked one hand out from under her ass and thrust it into her crotch. Two fingers went sliding into her cunt hole. She thrust forward, and his fingertips pressed ..tightly against the back wall of her twat. He_ extended a third finger, and shoved it into her asshole.
The walls of her cunt began to contract and suck at his lips and chin. Her asshole tightened around his probing finger in a crushing, vise-like grip. Her body began to tremble violently, and her come splashed out into his mouth.
She lifted her head and shoulders up and pushed her fingers tightly against his shoulders. Groaning, she lifted his head out from between her thighs.
"Stop! Enough!" she grunted, "I can't stand it."
He rolled out from between her legs and stretched himself out next to her. Her breath was coming in deep heaves, her breasts jiggling as her torso rose and fell.
He sat up, and trailed his fingers down the smooth, white plane of her stomach. She lifted her head, and smiled at him.
"Oh, that was fun!" she grunted. "That mouth of yours! No wonder they call lawyers 'mouthpieces'!"
"Best tasting snatch I ever et," he said, affecting a southern drawl.
He slid off the bed and walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Bathroom. Be back in a minute," he said.
He left. She slid off the bed, and padded out after him. When she entered the bathroom, he was standing over the toilet bowl. She stepped beside him, and "watched as he shot a thin trail of yellow urine into the toilet.
"Hello," she purred.
He grinned as he turned to her.
"Feeling lonely?" he asked. He shook the last few drops of urine out of his cock and wiped off the end.
"Yes, as a matter of fact," she said casually.
She stepped behind him, and wrapped her arms tightly around his bare torso. He thrust his buttocks at her naked crotch. She purred, and rubbed her hardened, brown-button nipples against the skin of his back.
He reached his arms behind him and pressed his fingers to the cheeks of his ass. She grunted, and sank her teeth gently into his shoulder. She slid her hands down to his crotch, and took the softened shaft of his prick into her palm.
His member quivered, then shot up erect at her touch. He spun around, almost knocking her over. He caught her quickly around her waist, and pressed her body tightly against his.
She parted her thighs, and he shoved the hardened shaft of his cock between them. She closed her thighs tightly, and began massaging his prick meat with the soft, supple flesh.
He clamped his lips firmly over her mouth. She parted her teeth, and he shot his tongue into her mouth.
She murmured as she closed her lips tightly over the soft, wet meat.
His hands roved up and down the graceful plane of her back. She shivered with passion, and thrust her hand into their locked-together crotches. She pushed his tongue out of her mouth as she curled her fingers around the hardened shaft of his prick.
"Come on," she said, holding his prick and turning to the door. "We're going back to bed."
He grinned as he followed her out. When they walked into the bedroom, she dropped her hand from his prick and jumped up on the bed. She pressed her shoulder blades into the mattress, raised her knees, and parted her thighs.
"Fuck me! Fuck me right now," she moaned.
He crawled on all fours between her spreadeagled limbs. He planted his hands firmly into the mattress on either side of her quivering, naked form and raised himself up.
She lifted her head and shoulders and seized his prick. With a passionate moan, she shoved the head of his cock into her pussy slit.
She laid back down. He thrust forward, sliding the shaft of his prick in between the tight walls of her cunt. She reached up, and dug her fingers into the masculine flesh of his back.
She pulled him down onto her. He panted hard as her nipples dug into the smooth, muscled plane of his chest. He slid a hand between their locked-together bodies and clamped his fingers around the white base of a cone-shaped breast.
She grunted at this, and darted up her head. As he slowly sank his fingers into the horny softness of her breast, she gently bit down on his bare shoulder.
He ground his crotch tightly against hers. He slid his fingers off her breast, and ran his hand down the smooth, white plane of her stomach.
She gasped, and pressed her ass firmly into the mattress. She made a small depression which his cunt-hunting fingers fitted into neatly.
He groped around the top of her vagina. She clamped her lips firmly over his mouth again, and sucked in his tongue.
He found her clit, and scissored it between the first two fingers of his cunt-buried hand. She started to tremble, and dug her nails into his back. She cut long, red scratches in the firm flesh.
Her orgasm mounted quickly in her brain. The climax jumped from level to level, finally erupting in an atomic explosion of pure animal pleasure.
The walls of her cunt contracted and sucked at his prick. His penis began to jerk violently inside her, then shot forth its issue. . He groaned as he pulled the softened shaft out. He rolled over her legs, and stretched himself out next to her luscious nudity. He was covered with sweat. She lay next to him, panting heavily.
"What's say we take a break?" he said.
"Yes, I'm for that," she replied.
They slid off the bed. She put a robe on, and he drew his briefs up over his naked hips. They padded down to the living room. She settled herself into the couch. He sat down beside her, and flicked on the television.
"Hey, here's a newscast about that rent strike of yours," she grinned.
They watched as a crowd of angry, well-dressed people marched around in front of a luxury building. A big, red, 'rent strike' sign was plastered to the front door. Several carried signs denouncing the landlord as a criminal.
Wendy grinned. Mark leaned forward, and peered intently at the scene.
"Looks like they've got a good organization," he mused. "This shouldn't be too tough a case, after all."
"You think it will be rough?"
"Sure. There's a good chance that the presiding judge is a landlord. And an even better one that he's buddies with Thompson."
"Wow," she said. "Why'd you get stuck with it?"
"Junior partner," he grunted. "Old Tremark gets the stock cases. I get stuck with heat and hot water."
"Who is that?"
She was pointing to an attractive woman who was standing to one side of the demonstrators. The woman was smiling, a sort of sneering smile. Mark inhaled sharply, and sat straight up.
"That's the lawyer," he said. "She's Thompson's wife. There's the enemy."
His prick slowly started to grow long as he stared at Terri Thompson's image on the screen.
The picture faded, to be replaced by a commercial. Mark leaned back, and threw his arm over Wendy's shoulders. She cooed softly, and nestled herself against him. "It sure will be something if I win this one," he said. "Damn! Old Tremark acted like it was a lost cause. But if I pull it out-"
"Right!" she said emphatically.
With that, she shoved her hand under the waistband of his briefs and curled her fingers tightly around the hardened shaft of his cock. She tugged, and flipped the hardened length of male flesh out of the briefs.
She giggled as she pressed the overside of the shaft against his stomach. He grinned, and pulled himself away from her.
"Guess we're ready for the bedroom," he grunted.
She slid off the couch and dropped down to all fours. She crawled across the carpeted floor, barking like a dog.
He dropped down behind her and grasped her bare sides. She spread her thighs apart, cooing softly.
He shoved his hand between the backs of her thighs and snatched at the flash of cunt meat hanging down from behind the luscious cheeks of her ass. She grunted, and shoved her bare ass at him.
"Come on," she groaned, "stick it in!"
He gripped the base of the shaft of his cock and shoved it between her thighs. He slid the head into her pussy slit, then thrust forward.
She shrieked passionately as the hardened shaft slid into her cunt. He bent over the smooth curve of her naked back, and thrust his hands under her torso.
She slowly slid down to the surface of the mattress, crushing his hands under her breasts. He pressed the head of his cock against the rear wall of her cunt, and began to work his hips around in a slow, circular motion.
She moved her hips in rhythm with his, digging her fingers firmly into the rug.
"Let's turn over," he grunted.
He gripped her bare sides, and started to pull. She rolled in the direction of the pressure of his fingers, and was soon lying on top of him, his prick curved into her cunt hole.
She slowly sat up, gasping. She planted her hands firmly into the carpeting and began working her impaled twat up and down on the hardened shaft of his cock. She shuddered with lust. He shot his hands up, and again clamped his fingers firmly over her quivering, naked breasts.
She pressed the cheeks of her ass against the tops of his thighs. He slid a hand down to her pussy hair, but she brushed his wrist away.
"No! I don't need it," she grunted.
He drew his hand back up to her tit and began bucking with his hips, working his prick in and out of her pussyhole. Her cunt walls began to wrap their horny warmth around the shaft of his prick.
He felt the semen rushing into the base of the shaft of his cock, and inhaled sharply.
"No! Come! I'm coming!" she grunted.
His prick started to jerk violently inside her, then shoot forth hot gobs of semen. She shrieked as she climaxed, and threw her exploding pussy off the shaft of his prick. She tumbled on her side next to him, then stretched herself out on the rug.
He slowly sat up, gasping. She was breathing hard, her breasts rising rapidly up and down.
Mark pressed his hands into the rug and pushed himself up. He staggered slightly, then started to walk slowly out of the room. .
She picked herself up and followed behind as he walked into the bathroom. He stepped over to the toilet, and seized the softened shaft of his prick.
"It doesn't bother you, huh?"
"What doesn't?" she asked.
"Watching me pee. Most people are kind of leery about that."
"I don't see why. It comes from the same place your come does."
He tensed his buttocks, and a thin stream of urine flowed out from the head of his prick. She watched, fascinated, as the yellow liquid mixed with the clear yellow color of his piss.
He shook the last few drops of urine out of the shaft of his cock and stepped away from the toilet.
She dropped down before him and planted her hands firmly against his hips. - She shot her head into his crotch and flicked the softened shaft of his prick into her mouth.
"Hey-" he began, then fell silent as a terrible surge of lust tore through him.
His penis quickly became hard in her mouth. She tasted the familiar male flavor. And something else. A salty, almost unnoticeable taste mixed subtly with the feel of the masculine flesh.
A shiver of disgust coursed through her as she realized it was the last traces of urine she was tasting. But the feeling subsided rapidly, and she found herself liking the salty, stinging taste.
She pulled her mouth off the shaft and quickly stood up. She stepped into the tub, pretending not to notice that he was again erect.
"I'd like a shower before I go to sleep," she said casually, "Want to join me in here?"
"Love to," he said hoarsely. He pulled aside the shower curtain and stepped into the tub.
She turned on the water and let the stinging needles hit her sweat-covered form. She raised her arms, and let the water pelt down onto her naked breasts.
She stepped out from under the shower head. He stepped in, and picked up a bar of soap.
"Want me to wash your back?" he asked.
"Please," she murmured.
He rubbed the soap into his palms and pressed his fingers against the smooth, graceful curves of her naked back.
She purred, and pressed her breasts to the soaking wet, tiled bathroom wall. Her extremely hardened nipples squeeked wetly as they softly rubbed against the shiny surface. He inched towards her, working his hands around to her breasts. She jerked herself back, and he took the two mounds of cone-shaped female flesh into his hands.
He thrust forward, and rammed his erect cock against the cheeks of her ass. She spun around, and wrapped her arms tightly around his wet, naked form.
"Damn! This turns me on," he grunted.
"Yeah," she replied. "All this water-" He interrupted her by shoving his hand between her thighs. She squealed with delight, and jammed her thighs together. She darted her hand to his crotch and grabbed his wet, soapy prick.
She stepped back, he sliding with her. She lifted a leg and planted her bare foot firmly on the edge of the tub. She threw her arms around his shoulders.
"Got your balance?" he grunted.
"Yeah, go ahead," she said.
He seized the base of the shaft of his cock and shoved it into her pussy hole. She gasped, and thrust her hips downwards. The member slid between the tight walls of her cunt and rammed its swollen head against the wet, pulsating flesh.
She pressed her nipples against the smooth skin of his torso. He started working his hips around in a slow circle, panting hard.
He shoved his hand into her crotch and fumbled for her clit. She began to tremble as he hit it, and the walls of her cunt sucked at his prick.
She leaned her head back and shrieked with passion. His prick shot its come, and he dragged the member out.
He stepped back, gasping and breathing hard. She leaned herself against the wall, her torso thrusting in and out as she panted.
They crept out of the tub together and went slowly back into the bedroom. He grasped her towel-clad waist and rubbed the terrycloth fabric against her wet, naked flesh. She turned, and dragged his towel off.
"'I think we'd better go to sleep," he grunted. "I've got one hell of a day tomorrow."
"Yeah, me too."
She slid under the blankets. He slid in next to her and threw his arm over her bare form.
"Tell me something," she whispered. "What did you like about that lawyer?"
He was momentarily startled by the question.
"Uh, like? I don't like her, I just think it's funny. Who better for a landlord to marry?"
"True," she murmured. "She is awfully attractive, though."
'Tell it to the judge," he chuckled.
"Very, very funny," she murmured. She turned on her side and thrust her hand into his crotch. She wrapped her fingers around the softened shaft of his cock and quickly fell asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Lisa Rogers couldn't understand why her boss was grinning so broadly. She would chuckle from time to time, and seemed to be unusually interested in her watch.
"Maybe she's got a lunch fuck," thought Lisa. "Good, that ought to leave me free for the afternoon."
She pushed her way into Terri's office carrying a huge pile of briefs. She deposited them on the desk.
"Thank you, Lisa," murmured Terri. "Oh, I'll be going to lunch around one today. I'll probably be gone for the balance of the afternoon."
Lisa grinned broadly to herself. She had been working for Terri for about nine months. The phrase 'balance of the afternoon' meant that she would be gone for the rest of the day.
She stepped back into the outer office and sat down by her typewriter. About a half hour later Terri stepped in.
"I'm leaving now," she said. "Hold all calls for me, won't you?"
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Thompson," said Lisa.
Terri walked quickly out of the office. She turned, and bumped into Mark Roberts.
"Hi!" he grinned. "I was just coming to get you."
"Incredible," she murmured. "I was just coming to get you!"
They stepped into an elevator and shot down to the lobby.
"So where to?" she asked.
"A little Italian place, maybe," he said. "That be okay?"
"Fine with me," she murmured.
They sat down at a small table near the back of the restaurant. Mark ordered a bottle of wine with the meal.
"You always drink on workdays?" she asked.
"Oh. Is this a workday?"
"That depends on what you'd call work," she said with a wink.
She gazed -at him slyly" as she sipped at her wine.
"Got any new cases?" , He spread his face into a shit-eating grin.
"I was going to talk to you about that," he said. "As a matter of fact, I do. There's this rent strike, and-"
"I saw your name this morning," Terri chuckled. "I'll give you a good fight, you can bet on that."
"Well, at least you're not mad about it," he said.
"Why? I've been a junior partner myself. You should have seen the cases I was stuck with!"
They ate a slow dinner. Mark leaned back in his chair, patting his stomach.
"Well. After all that, I really don't feel like going back to work."
"Neither do I," said Terri. "And that wine!"
"I wish there was something to do this afternoon," he said innocently.
"Oh, I'm sure you can think of something," she murmured. "Do you live nearby?"
"No, I'm afraid I don't," he said. "I have a home in Westchester."
"Wow! So do I. I'll bet we're neighbors."
"No, I don't recall seeing you around the block," he said.
"I do wish there was somewhere to go," she murmured.
Mark fished in his pocket and grinned as he pulled out a fat ring of keys.
"A friend of mine is out of the city," he said. "He left me the key to his place. It's only a few blocks away from here."
"Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't want you to bring anyone up," she purred.
"I don't know," he said. "He's a pretty friendly guy."
"Well, in that case, let's go."
They left the restaurant quickly and drove to the apartment. Mark pushed open the door, and ushered her inside.
"Oh! This is nice," she said, looking around at the modern decor.
"Want another drink?" he asked. "Have a seat, and I'll make a couple."
Terri sat herself down on the couch and leaned back. Her lusts were boiling up. She stretched out her long legs.
"Part one," she thought.
Terri picked up the phone and trembled as she dialed.
"Hello?" rumbled a familiar voice. "Hi, Ben," she purred.
"Lisa! How are you? I haven't heard from you in a week!"
"Say. Terri is in a conference for the whole afternoon. I'm free. Want to take me to lunch?"
"Oh, baby, get me out of this crazyhouse!" laughed Ben. "Stay where you are. I'll pick you up." .
He hung up and quickly left the office. He told the receptionist that he wouldn't be available for the balance of the afternoon.
Lisa was waiting for him' outside the building when he arrived. She grinned at him.
"Hey, you're looking good today."
"I can't imagine why," he laughed. "Not with all this bullshit."
"Well, I'm sure I can take your mind off it," she purred. - He took her to lunch in a small restaurant. They had a couple of drinks after their meal, and went up to her apartment.
Ben seated himself heavily on her couch. . "Would you like another drink?" she asked.
"No, how about some coffee?"
"Fine!" She dashed into the kitchen and quickly prepared a pot of coffee. She poured him a cup and walked back into the living room. She placed the cup before him and darted back into the kitchen.
"Aren't you going to have some?" he asked.
"No coffee. I want some beer," she replied.
"Why in hell would you want a beer?"
"Why do you think?"
"I can't possibly imagine."
"It makes me pee a lot, silly. You ought to know that."
He grinned lustily at her.
"Why should you want to pee?"
"That's why!" she thrust her hand into his crotch and gripped the hard bulge growing out of the fabric of his slacks.
He curled his arm around her waist and pressed his lips tightly against her mouth. She parted her teeth, and he slid the wet, hot meaty flesh of his tongue in between her lips. She gasped passionately and sucked hard on his invading tongue.
He slowly fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. She pushed his tongue out of her mouth and slid away from him.
"Let's go into the bathroom," she purred.
She slinked off the couch and walked slowly out of the room. He followed her, his lusts boiling over.
He closed the bathroom door tightly shut behind him. She had her blouse off, and was reaching for the back strap of her bra.
"Here, I'll help you with that," he said.
He quickly undid the clasps and pulled the bra off her torso. She spun around, pressing the edges of her palms to the underside of her small gobs of breasts.
"Like my titties?" she cooed.
He grasped her bare waist and darted his head down to her torso. He opened his mouth wide, and folded his lips over a hard-nippled breast. She purred, and thrust her torso at him.
He slowly curled the tip of his tongue around her small, pink nipple. She fumbled .. with the zipper of his fly, and managed it open.
He jerked his face away from her breast and stepped back. She knelt down, and pulled open the top of his pants.
She slowly drew the garment down his thighs. She kissed the hard bulge growing out of the crotch of his briefs, then slid her fingers under the elastic waistband of the garment.
His prick shot out as she drew the briefs down. She grasped his bare hips, and slid her opened mouth over the hardened shaft of his cock. He bent down, and pressed his fingers roughly against her bare shoulders.
She slowly curled the meaty flesh of her tongue around the hardened shaft of his cock. She slid her hands around to the crack of his ass, and pushed her way through the lining of stiff hairs covering the crack.
"Oh, yeah, baby!" he grunted, as she pushed a finger against the pink, tender flesh of her asshole.
His prick began to jerk violently inside her mouth and shoot out its come. She drew her head back, and let the white, sticky fluid splash over her face.
He stepped back and stepped right "out of his crumpled-up slacks. She drew down her skirt, and quickly pulled it off her sensuous legs.
He stepped over to the bathtub and turned the faucets on hard. He stepped behind her, and pressed the palms of his hands to the smooth, white plane of her stomach.
She spread her thighs apart as he pushed his fingers through her blond pussy pelt.
"Let's get into the tub," she said hoarsely.
He slid into the tub and leaned himself against the wet, slippery back wall. She carefully leaned her back against the faucets, then draped one foot over the edge of the tub.
"Oh, I have to pee," she purred.
"Go right ahead," he said.
She leaned back, and let a cloud of yellow urine flow into the bathwater. He eagerly splashed it over himself. The flow stopped, leaving a light-yellow color to the bathwater.
She pulled her leg back into the tub and sat up straight. He slid towards her, his prick rock-hard.
"Easy now," he grunted.
She lifted her feet and wrapped her legs around his torso. He shoved the head of his cock into her pussy slit. She shoved forward with her hips, taking the shaft into her pussy hole.
He started to work his hips around in a small circle. She pressed the insides of her thighs tightly against him, cooing softly with pleasure.
He draped his legs around the small of her back. His prick popped out of her cunt, the swollen head rising above the surface of the yellow bathwater.
"I'd better sit up on you," she grunted.
He grasped her bare sides tightly. She gripped the edges of the tub and slowly pulled herself up.
She lowered the swollen, wet lips of her cunt over the hardened shaft of his prick and slowly slid herself down to his crotch. She groaned as the firm cheeks of her ass pressed against the tops of his thighs.
The head of his prick pushed against the back wall of her cunt. He slid her up and down the shaft.
She threw her arms around his wet, naked back and rammed her hardened nipples firmly against the smooth, muscled plane of his torso.
He pressed his hps to her mouth, and shoved his tongue in between her parted teeth.
He slid a hand into her crotch and groped for her clit.
"No! I don't need it," she grunted hoarsely.
He jerked his hand away and again grasped her wet side. She pushed her tongue back into his mouth. He closed his lips tightly over the wet, meaty flesh and began to suck hard.
She began to tremble violently. The walls of her cunt contracted and sucked at his invading penis. She jerked her tongue back out of his mouth and dug her teeth gently into his wet, bare shoulder.
His prick started to pulsate, and shot out its load. He lifted her slowly off his crotch, and rested her gently back on the bottom of the tub.
She stood up, gasping.
"Wow, that was great," she purred. "I have to pee again."
She spread her legs apart. He slid down so that only; his head and neck remained above the surface of the bathwater. She lowered her twat, balancing herself by clamping one hand against the wet, tiled bathroom wall.
She leaned back and let a thick stream of dark-yellow urine splash over his face. He sighed as the warm, salty fluid covered his closed eyes, splashed over his nose, and dripped down his lips.
"More, baby," he groaned. A few drops of the urine entered his mouth.
She squeezed the last few drops of piss out of herself then sat back down in the bathwater.
"Why don't you get us a couple of beers?" she asked. "I'm kind of thirsty again."
"Yeah," he said weakly. He slowly picked himself up out of the tub and stepped out of the bathroom.
He returned a few minutes later carrying two bottles of beer. He ripped off the tops, and handed a bottle to her.
She took a deep swig, then giggled.
"Watch this," she said. She lowered the mouth of the bottle beneath the surface of the urine filled water.
"Wait," he said. "I have to piss, myself."
"Great!" she purred. She slid down in the tub as he rose to his feet. She planted her submerged feet on either side of his ankles and closed her eyes.
Thompson took a good hit off his bottle, then put it down and seized the softened shaft of his cock. He aimed the tip at her face, then shot out a long stream of urine.
She sighed with pleasure as the yellow liquid splashed over her face. He shook the last few drops out of the shaft, and sat back down in the tub.
The bathwater was now a deep yellow from their combined urinations. She raised her bottle to her mouth, and drank.
She pulled the mouth of bottle away from her lips. The brown glass made a loud smacking noise as it passed from between the lush red flesh. She shoved the mouth of the bottle into her cunthole, then handed it to him.
"Here, it's good," she giggled.
"All right." He raised the bottle to his lips and took a deep swig. A rich, salty taste was mixed with the sting of the carbonation of the beer. He pulled the bottle away from his mouth and handed it back to her.
"Why don't you eat my pussy a little," she purred.
She stood up. He slid under her legs, then raised himself up and grasped the tops of her thighs.
She lowered her twat to his face. He pressed his lips against her cunt meat and sucked in the wet, hot, wrinkled folds of flesh.
She groaned and gripped the edges of the tub tightly. He was intoxicated by the urine-salty taste of her pussy. He thrust his tongue into her cunt hole, and pressed the tip against her pulsating vaginal walls.
He slowly slid his hands around to her ass.
He pressed his fingers firmly against the smooth, rounded mounds of flesh, grinding his lips around on her cunt meat.
He jerked his mouth to the top of her cunt, just below her pelt of wiry blond pussy hairs. He found her clit with his tongue, then grazed his lips tightly over the hardened little love bud.
He slid one hand around to her crotch, thrusting his wet fingers between her outspread thighs. He pushed two fingers into her cunt hole and shoved a third into her anus.
Her body began to tremble violently and spew out pussy juice. The walls of her cunt contracted and sucked at his lips and chin. With a shriek of passion, she tore her twat away from his face.
"God! That was good!" she grunted, sitting back down in the water.
Thompson carefully rubbed all traces of her come off his lips with the tip of his tongue. He leaned back, gasping.
He reached over the side of the tub and picked up his beer. He took a deep swig, and belched as he pulled the bottle away from his lips.
"Oh, you slob!" she laughed. He answered her by splashing some of the urine stained water into her face.
"My stomach's been a little out of whack lately," he said. He patted his abdomen as he spoke.
"Oh, you poor thing," she purred. "Maybe I can make you feel better."
She picked herself up, the yellow water streaming down her naked flesh. Two tiny, yellowish soap bubbles hung from her hardened pink nipples. White flecks of come dripped off her pussy hairs as she stepped out of the tub. _ "How about an enema?"
"Oh, please!" he gasped, rising quickly up.
She got out the rubber bag and tube.
"I have something special for it," she purred. "Peppermint soap."
"That sounds good," he said.
She handed him the plastic bottle.
"Hmm. Doctor Bonner's? What's all this stuff on the label." .
He squinted as he tried to read the cryptic messages inscribed in small panels on the bottle's label.
"Oh, that's the doctor's philosophy," she smiled. "He started to produce the soap earlier in this century as a sort of medicine. His sons retained the original label. I've tried to read it, but it doesn't make much sense. It looks like just about every doctrine in the world is mixed up there."
"It sure smells nice," he said, sniffling at the top of the bottle.
She hooked the enema bag to the top of the shower curtain, then filled a large jar with warm water. She squirted in some of the soap, and a fresh, spicy smell filled the bathroom.
"I think you're really going to enjoy this," she purred.
He stretched himself out on the bathroom floor and turned on his left side. She dropped down to a low crouch behind him, and playfully shoved a finger into his anus.
He grinned, and closed the walls of his ass crack tightly around her probing hand. She jerked her hand back.
"Come on, put it in," he grunted. He turned his head up, and saw that the sleek, shiny surface of the enema bag was starting to swell from the water.
She slid some vaseline over the plastic tip of the tube, then slowly screwed it into his asshole. She secured the tube inside him, then stepped over to the bag. "Here it comes," she said.
She opened the small clamp keeping the tube pinched shut and let the water flow down to his asshole.
"Oh, God, this is good," he gasped. The peppermint soap made his asshole tingle strongly. The cool mixture of soap and water crept up his rectum, inching its wet way towards his prostate.
It hit, and his prick shot up fully erect, "Oh, nice," she murmured. She curled her fingers gently around the hardened shaft.
"Hey," he grunted hoarsely. "Do you think we can fuck in this position?"
"I don't see why not," she purred.
She slid next to him, and turned on her side.
"Careful, now," she said. "Don't dislodge the tube."
She looked up, and saw that the bag was still filled with water. He threw his arm over her naked form, and she rammed her hardened nipples against the smooth plane of his torso.
She seized the base of the shaft of his cock, careful not to tug at the taut male skin. She shoved the head into her pussyhole. Thompson thrust forward with a grunt, burying the shaft of his cock deep into the horny wet warmth of her twat.
His prick began to jerk almost immediately. A large burst of semen shot into her vaginal flesh, and she started to groan heavily.
She slowly pulled herself off the softening shaft of his cock and pulled herself to her feet.
She stepped back over to the enema bag, and gave it a hard squeeze. A flood of water tore through the tube, making its sleek rubber skin swell wide.
"Oh, my God!" roared Thompson, as his prick shot up erect again.
She knelt down and swiftly darted the tube out of his anus. He got up quickly. She darted out of the room as he perched himself over the toilet, then dashed back in when she heard him flush.
"Oh, that was great," he gasped. He was still trembling from the force of his orgasm.
She stepped back into the tub. She picked up her beer bottle, and thrust it into her crotch.
"I have to pee again," she said casually.
He rubbed the tip of his tongue over his lips as he watched a thin stream of urine flow into the half-filled bottle. He quickly picked up his bottle, and placed the tip of his penis just inside the bottle's mouth. He grunted as he trickled a stream of thick urine into the beer.
She handed him her bottle as he sat down in the tub. He placed the mouth to his lips, and swigged down the mixture of piss and brew.
"Wow, is that good!" he roared, pulling the bottle away from his face. She drank down the bottle he handed her, and laughed.
"It sure does improve the flavor," she murmured. She took another deep swig, then planted the bottle firmly on the floor.
The bathwater was now a very deep and rich yellow and smelled faintly of fresh pee. He sank down in the tub, wrapping his submerged legs tightly around her buttocks.
"Watch,"
"she said, pointing below the water to her crotch.
He leaned his head forward and watched as a large cloud of urine erupted from her cunt hole.
"Hey, let me have some of that," he laughed.
She squeezed her cunt lips closed and stood up.
"Come on," she said, "This hurts."
He quickly slid between her legs and gasped as a flood of urine covered his face. The piss was thinner, and not quite as rich as it was before.
He stood up as she sank back down in the tub. With a laugh, he picked up his beer bottle and poured its contents over his head and shoulders.
She did the same with her bottle, letting the beer trail off her breasts and into the bath water.
He then seized the softened shaft of his cock.
"Heads up," he chortled.
She leaned her head back, closing her eyes tightly. She smiled and writhed about as a thick stream of urine splashed out over her face.
He sat back down. She darted a hand under the water and grabbed his prick again. "Is your little man too tired?" she purred.
"Not from the way it feels," he gasped.
She tweaked the softened shaft between her thumb and forefinger, slowly working the sensitive underside of the head. The penis crawled back up to a slow, lazy erection.
She giggled as the swollen head popped up above the surface of the water. He slid forward, lowering himself into the yellow bathwater. The shaft of his cock slowly rose up above the surface.
She immediately grasped the sides of the tub and raised herself up. The water flowed yellowly off her naked flesh. She bent forward, opening her mouth wide. He gasped loudly as she closed her hps tightly over the taut male flesh.
He thrust his hips up, sliding the shaft deep into her mouth. She pressed the flat of her tongue along the long vein running the length of the hardened male flesh.
She sucked and toyed with the taut flesh. The penis began to jerk in her mouth, and she quickly pulled her face away from his crotch.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hey, why stop?" he cried.
"Because I want you to come in me some more," she purred. "I think it's about time we cleaned ourselves off, anyway."
"Okay," he smiled.
He stepped out of the tub. She pulled the stopper, and watched as the dark yellow water disappeared down the drain in a graceful whirlpool.
She turned the shower on full, and stepped under the cascading water. He stepped into the tub, and handed her the soap.
"No, let's use the liquid soap," she purred.
He picked up the plastic bottle, squinting as he again tried to read the label.
"Don't bother with the label," she chuckled. "If you really want to convert, you can send for a pamphlet or something."
"Uh, no thanks," he laughed. "Last philosopher I read was Henry George. He wanted to abolish private ownership of land. No thank you!"
"Sure as hell wouldn't do you any good," she chuckled.
She stepped out from under the shower head. He squeezed some of the brown liquid into his palms, and pressed his hands against the smooth, graceful curves of her back.
"What do you suppose Terri is up to this afternoon?" he said.
"She had that grin," chuckled Terri. "I think you and she are having the same kind of day."
"Wouldn't surprise me," he scowled. "Well, fair is fair, I guess."
"Until the shit hits the fan," she murmured. "What did you say?"
"Oh, nothing. Wash my pussy a little, won't you?"
"Yeah." He slid his wet, soapy hands around to the smooth, glistening plane of her stomach and slowly worked his fingers down to her blond pussy pelt. She shivered and gasped loudly as his slippery fingers groped for the top of her cunt. She stiffened, and thrust her wet, bare ass at his crotch. His prick was still hard, and the shaft slid in between the walls of her ass crack.
"Hey, that feels nice," she purred softly, as he worked the head of his cock around the outside of her pink, tender asshole.
"Want me to slip it in?"
"Not in here. I won't be able to keep my balance."
She rinsed herself off. He stayed under the water for a few more minutes, then stepped out of the tub.
He wrapped himself in a large, fluffy bathtowel and rubbed the terrycloth fabric over his wet skin.
He wrapped the towel around his waist. The hardened shaft of his cock made a huge lump in the front of the towel.
She darted her hand down and clamped her fingers tightly over the lump.
"Hey, easy," he chuckled. "Save some come for your asshole."
"Sorry," she murmured. "Say. Shouldn't I be cleaned out a little, first? It will make it easier-" He was reaching for the enema bag as she spoke. She stretched herself out on the floor, and turned on her left side.
He quickly filled the large jar with a mixture of the peppermint soap and water. He tightened the clamp around the enema tube, then poured the mixture into the rubber bag.
He grinned as the sleek, shiny surface of the bag filled with the sharp-scented water. He rubbed some vaseline over the plastic tip of the tube, and shoved it down the lining of stiff hairs covering the walls of her ass crack.
She sighed with pleasure as he twisted the tip into her asshole. He pushed it to its rubbery base, then stepped back. She tightened her buttocks around the tube, cooing with pleasure.
"Play with my pussy a little?" he purred.
"I'll do more than that," he replied.
He quickly opened the clamp. The enema tube swelled wide as the warm, soapy water flowed into it.
She groaned loudly as the water flowed into her rectum. He slid beside her, and gently draped his arm over her bare side.
He seized the base of the shaft of his cock and shoved the swollen head into her pussy slit.
She gasped loudly and rammed her crotch tightly against his. The head of his cock pressed against the back wall of her cunt. He could feel the pressure of the water as it flowed into her asshole.
He reached down to her ass and gripped the tube. As he slid his prick back and forth, he worked the enema tube slowly in and out of her asshole.
"All right," she said. "Take it out. I can't handle too much of this."
He slowly pulled out his prick, then darted the tube out of her asshole. He kept the rubber pinched together, and shoved the plastic tip into the bathroom sink.
She got up, and dashed to the toilet.
"I'll be in the bedroom," he said.
He left the bathroom. She finished, and darted out after him. He stretched himself out on her large double bed as she pushed her way through the bedroom door.
"Hello," she purred. Her voice was dripping with lust.
She bellied up on the bed and spread her legs apart. He shoved his hands under her and raised her buttocks. She drew her legs back, keeping her shoulders and chin pinned to the mattress.
He positioned himself between her outspread, backturned limbs and planted his hands firmly on the cheeks of her ass. He spread the luscious cheeks apart, and rammed the shaft of his cock down hard on the tender flesh of her asshole.
She screamed with pain as he tried to push his way through.
"I'd better get some vaseline," he grunted.
"Hurry back," she chortled. "I want that prick of yours in me."
He returned about thirty seconds later with a small jar of vaseline. She dropped her ass, and flipped over.
"Let me do that," she purred.
He handed her the jar, then pressed his knees to the edge of the bed.
She smeared the greenish jelly over her fingers, then gently stroked the shaft of his dick. She carefully coated the masculine flesh with the lubricant, then stretched herself out on the bed.
He scooped up a huge gob of the jelly and rammed his hand back down between the walls of her ass crack. She cooed softly as he smeared the jelly around her tight little asshole.
"Okay," he grunted, "pick it up."
She lifted her buttocks again. He slid between her backturned legs, and slid the shaft of his cock down to her anus.
He pushed forward. She lifted her head and howled.
"Are you okay?" he grunted. He stopped moving, the head of his cock just inside her anal flesh.
"Yes, yes, don't stop," she groaned.
He thrust forward, sliding the shaft into her rectum. She groaned, and wriggled her impaled buttocks around in a slow circle. He started to slide the greased shaft in and out of her greased asshole.
He clamped his hands firmly over her naked, cone-shaped breasts. He groaned as her hardened nipples dug firmly into the sweaty skin of his palms. He sank his hands into them, as she groaned with passion.
He slid his hands down the smooth plane of her stomach. She gasped as he ploughed his fingers through her blond pussy pelt, then shrieked as he reached the sensitive female flesh atop her vagina.
He pushed aside the tiny flap of skin covering her clit and rammed an impassioned finger down hard on her little love bud. "Squeeze it," she groaned. "Squeeze it hard!"
He scissored the clit between the first two fingers of his cunt-grabbing hand and slowly closed his fingers together. She started to tremble violently. Her asshole tightened around his invading member in a crushing, vise-like grip.
The walls of her rectum tightened fiercely around the shaft of his cock. His prick began to jerk violently. Her orgasm exploded as he shot his load into her asshole.
"Stop!" she shrieked.
He jerked his hand out of her crotch and started sliding his prick rapidly back and forth. She sank slowly down to the sweat-and come stained sheets as he pulled out his prick.
He stretched himself out beside her, gasping loudly for breath.
She sat up slowly, shaking her head, her long, blond hair swirled gracefully around her pretty face. She trailed a finger down the smooth plane of his torso, and poked at the base of the softened shaft of his cock. Mark Roberts clamped his mouth tightly over Terri's. She parted her teeth and sucked his tongue into her mouth as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
She jerked herself away and stood up.
"I'll undress myself," she purred. "Then I'll undress you." She pulled the blouse off her shoulders slowly, a sleeve at a time. His eyes were filled with lust as he gazed at her bra-covered breasts.
She turned her back to him and swiftly unclasped her bra. She let the garment drop to the carpeted floor of his living room, then let her skirt drop down to her ankles.
She stepped out of the garment, keeping her back to him. She hooked her fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties, and drew them down her sensuous thighs.
"Let me see it," he grunted hoarsely.
"Here," she cried, and spun rapidly around.
He inhaled sharply at the sight of her luscious nudity. He stood up, and stepped towards her.
"Arms up," she said brightly.
He raised his arms, and she quickly unbuttoned his shirt. She pulled the garment deftly off of his torso, and tossed it over the back of a nearby chair. She crouched down, her fingers moving like lightning as she unbuckled his belt.
"I want to see just what kind of prick a lawyer has," she purred.
She opened the top of his pants and pulled them down his muscled thighs. She stared up admiringly at his well-muscled torso.
"Wow! Where did a lawyer get a build like that?"
"Backpacking, weightlifting. I was a 'jock' at college," he chuckled.
She kissed the hard bulge growing out of the fabric of his briefs. She slid her fingers under the elastic waistband of the undergarment, and dragged it down to his knees. His prick shot up, all ten inches of total erection.
"God! You're so big," she purred.
She opened her mouth wide. He thrust forward with his hips, sliding the hardened shaft of his cock in between her lush, sensuous hps. She closed her mouth tightly over the taut male flesh and began to suck hard. She drew her mouth away at the first quivering of his prick.
"Come on," she said, sliding down to the carpeted floor, "Fuck me. I want that enormous thing in me right now."
Mark dropped down beside her. She raised her knees and parted her thighs. He stretched himself out next to her, his prick standing straight up from his crotch.
"Are you planning to lie there all day?" she asked.
"No, just for a while," he said casually. "Why don't you hop on?"
She giggled as she jumped to a low crouch. She planted her feet firmly into the rug on either side of his naked form, and slowly lowered the swollen, juicing lips of her cunt to the swollen head of his cock. He grasped her bare sides tightly, and pushed her pussy down on his prick.
She groaned loudly as she felt the shaft slipping into her pussy hole. She sat, pressing the cheeks of her ass against the tops of his thighs. He pulled her towards him, then lifted his head and rammed his mouth over a large, round breast.
He cooed softly as the supple flesh melted against his lips. He poked the wet tip of his tongue against her nipple, feeling it grow stiff against the warm meat.
She bucked up and down, murmuring as the shaft slipped in and out of her pussy. She gave a shake with her hips, and knocked his prick clean out of her orifice.
"Ooops!" she giggled, and quickly seized the stiff shaft.
She shoved the head back into her pussy slit and stretched herself out on top of him. He wrapped his arms tightly around the smooth, white plane of her naked back.
His eyes were glazed with lust, and she knew he was all but helpless beneath her. She jumped up, sending his cock flying out of her pussy hole.
"Hey! What are you doing?" he asked.
"Changing positions," she said.
"What for? We were doing great!"
"No reason."
She dropped down to all fours and spread her thighs wide apart. Panting heavily, he slid on his knees between her backturned limbs and shoved a horny hand between the backs of her thighs. He seized the flash of cunt meat hanging down from under her buttocks, and roughly kneaded the dripping wet flesh.
He seized the base of the shaft of his prick and rammed it right into her cunt hole. She shrieked loudly, and thrust her bare ass back at him. He bent himself over her naked back, and shoved his hands under her torso. Groaning, he sank his fingers into the supple flesh of her bare breasts.
She knew she would have to move carefully. The longer a man held back his come, the quicker he would be able to come erect again once he had shot it out. She wanted him" completely beside himself with lust before she introduced wet games into their sex act.
"Tell me something," she grunted. "What do you do with your wife?"
"How'd you know I was married?" he asked.
"Because we're both fucking at lunch. Why waste working time if you can bring me home at night?"
"Very clever," he said. "I have a feeling you're going to murder me in the courtroom."
"So tell me what you do."
"Oh, just the usual stuff, fucking and sucking. Like what we're doing right now."
"Ever make it in the bath?"
He laughed. "Yeah, in the shower sometimes. But not often."
"I enjoy having sex in the bathtub," she purred. "Wouldn't you like to try it?"
"Sounds great," he said. He was ready for anything she had to offer.
She felt his prick begin to move inside her, and felt her own passions mounting. She didn't want to climax as yet.
She turned her head to one side and glanced at a clock.
"Oh, holy shit," she started to cry out, accidently-on-purpose dislodging the hardened shaft of his cock.
"What's the matter?" he asked, an aggravated tone to his voice.
"I'm sorry, honey. I have to call in at the office. It's important-another case I'm working on."
"Well, business is business, I guess," he grunted. He slowly stood up, and staggered over to the couch.
She walked naked across the room. She glanced behind her and stared at the shaft of his cock as it stood straight up from his crotch.
She picked up the phone. There was no answer. She let it ring a few more times, then hung up with a shrug. Where was Lisa? A dark suspicion crossed her mind. She quickly dialed her husband's number. A receptionist told her that he had left for the day.
That left one more phone call.
"Hello, Lisa?"
"Speaking. Who is this, please?"
"Hi. It's me, Mrs. Thompson. I'd called the office, and-"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Thompson," said Lisa, a bit too quickly. "I got sick after lunch and had to go home."
The girl's voice was quavering slightly, and Terri could detect a note of fear in her tone.
"I wanted to tell you," Lisa continued nervously, "but I didn't know where to reach you. I really couldn't stay."
"That's all right dear," said Terri with false sympathy, "no one should have to work when they're sick. Oh, I'm really good with stomach trouble. I can help you out, if you have more problems."
"That would be very nice, Mrs. Thompson," said Lisa. "I'm sure I'll be all right by tomorrow. I'll be in at nine."
"Okay, dear," cooed Terri. She hung up the phone, a grim smile crossing her face.
Mark laughed as she walked back over to the couch.
"Important case, huh? You meant you had a case to get on-your husband's, right?"
"I guess I just can't fool a lawyer," she grinned.
She reached into his crotch and curled her fingers tightly around the base of the shaft of his prick. He groaned, and seized a mass of breast flesh.
"I want to take a bath," she purred. "How about it?"
"Okay with me," he chuckled.
They pulled their hands away from each other's flesh and got up from the couch. Mark led her into the bathroom. She grinned at the sight of the large, well-decorated facility.
"Your friend must spend a lot of time in here," she purred. She noticed that the rug on the floor was thick, quite thick enough to lie on. An enema bag hung from the medicine cabinet.
The scene couldn't have been set better if she'd set it herself.
Mark stepped over to the tub and turned the faucets on full. The water roared out of the ornate brass fixtures, and quickly filled the tub with hot, foaming water.
He slid into the tub, and gestured grandly to the smooth back wall.
"Have the guest seat," he said.
"Why do you call it that?" She leaned her shoulder blades against the smooth, wet enamel as she spoke.
"That's not my term for it. That's what Fred calls it."
"What do you suppose he means?"
"I wasn't sure before, but now I have a pretty good idea."
His prick floated up, pushing its head above the surface of the bathwater. She picked herself up, bending over the hardened shaft. She knew she should let him sweat a little longer. But the sight of his cock head surrounded by the clear water was just too much for her soggy lusts.
He slid forward, pushing more of the shaft of his prick above the surface. She shoved a hand under the water, and curled her fingers tightly around the base of the shaft. She opened her mouth wide, and rammed the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit in the cock's head.
She scooped out a tiny drop of come that had formed in the slit, then closed her lips tightly over the taut male flesh. Mark watched as her hardened, long red nipples brushed against the surface of the bathwater.
His prick quickly began to jerk inside her mouth. She sucked hard as hot gobs of semen splashed against the roof of her mouth. With a sigh, she drew her face away and sat back down in the tub.
As she had thought, his prick softened momentarily and sprang back up erect.
"Not bad," she said. "Looks like your case is still solid."
"Knock out any jury," he chuckled.
"Good. How's about putting it in my witness box?"
"Oh, I'll take the stand."
She purred passionately and draped a wet, bare leg over the edge of the tub. She lifted her other leg, and planted a bare foot firmly against the wet, tiled bathroom wall.
He slid forward, keeping the shaft of his cock below the surface of the bathwater. She groaned softly as she felt the head butting against the swollen lips of her cunt.
"Let me guide you in," she cooed.
She reached down and gently wrapped her fingers around his prick, just below the red, sensitive head. She slipped the head into her pussy slit, then jerked her hand back.
He slid his ass along the slippery bottom of the tub, pushing the shaft into her cunt. She gasped as she felt the swollen head pushing against the back wall of her twat.
"God, do you fill me up!" she gasped.
She gripped the edges of the tub tightly.
"Hang on tight," she said.
He thrust his hand into the water and gripped the base of the shaft, holding it firmly inside her cunt hole. She slowly lifted her outer leg, hooking her ankle over his shoulder.
She slid down, thrusting her impaled crotch towards him. She pulled her other leg off the wall and draped it over his other shoulder.
"Damn," he grunted. "How the hell-"
"Ask me no questions-" she began, and cut her words short with a giggle.
He jerked his buttocks up off the bottom of the tub and started to work his cock around in her pussy hole. He seized her breasts, and tweaked her hardened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
"Grab my clit," she groaned.
He shoved his hands into her submerged lap and pushed through her brown pussy pelt. She groaned loudly as he groped, and then found, her hardened little love-bud.
"Yeah, that's it, that's right," she grunted.
Her body began to tremble violently. The walls of her cunt began to contract and suck at his invading member. His prick began to jerk violently inside her, then shoot forth hot gobs of semen.
He slowly pulled out. She sat up, the water pouring off her naked breasts. He picked himself up, and started to step out of the tub.
"Where are you going?" she purred.
"Toilet," he grunted. "You wouldn't want me to pee in the tub, would you?"
She grinned at him slyly.
"Why not? It's nice and warm."
"Very funny," he said.
"I wasn't being funny," she replied. She felt a familiar tingling in her bladder.
A look of disbelief crossed his handsome face. He stared at her for a moment. She looked up at him, a huge grin fixed on her face.
"I don't get it," he said. "You mean, you actually want me to pee in the tub?"
"Come over here, and I'll tell you about it," she purred. He stepped numbly over to the edge of the tub.
She shot up a hand and tweaked the softened shaft of his prick. He groaned, and his prick quivered.
"Hey, let me piss first," he said.
"Well, all right," she said. She picked herself up as he stepped over to the toilet.
He seized the semi-erect shaft of his cock and held it over the opened toilet.
She rubbed the tip of her tongue over her lips as a thick stream of dark-yellow urine flowed out of the shaft. The toilet water yellowed, and she stepped back into the tub.
He shook the last few drops of urine out of his prick and stepped back in the tub. She shot up a hand, and seized his prick. The member quickly became erect in her grasp, and stood straight out from his black-haired crotch.
She felt as if she was going to burst from the piss building up inside her. She grasped his naked buttocks, and quickly slid her mouth over the hardened shaft of his cock.
His eyes were fixed on the top of her head. He panted with lust as she closed her lips tightly over his taut male flesh, and didn't see the dark yellow pool spreading quickly from between her submerged thighs.
His prick started to jerk, and she pulled her mouth away.
"Fuck me some more," she said.
He sat back down in the bathwater and spread his legs wide apart.
"Damn!" he grunted. "You must have a hot ass! The water's gotten a hell of a lot warmer."
"Do you like the way it feels?" she purred.
"Yeah, yeah I do," he said abstractly. "It really feels good against my prick." He slid forward, wrapping his legs tightly around her submerged form. She grabbed his prick and ran the head into her pussy slit.
Then he glanced at the water around him. His shaft rode into her cunt, momentarily distracting him. He pushed the head in all the way, then stared at the water around.
"Something's wrong with the pipes, I think," he muttered.
"What makes you say that?"
"The water's all yellow. Look."
He pointed to the dark-yellow swirls slowly billowing up around him.
"Oh, that," she said casually.
He stared at her with wide-opened eyes.
"You know what that is?"
"Sure I do. I put it there, so I ought to know."
He almost lost his hold on her cunt.
"What are you talking about?"
"I peed," she said. "That's my piss we're sitting in. If you weren't such a hard-ass, we'd be sitting in your piss as well."
He gasped, and pulled the shaft out of her cunt hole. He stood up, his cock head swollen as it stood straight out from his crotch.
"Let's clean up and go into the bedroom," he wailed. "I'm going to break if I hold out much longer."
"I'm not going anywhere," she said, affecting a sing-song tone of voice.
He stood, the yellowed water lapping around his bare legs. He looked down at the pissed-up bathwater. He looked at her. He looked at his erect cock.
She slid further down in the tub, spreading her legs as wide apart as she could. The yellowed water splashed around the meat of her twat, and he was able to see all of the tempting red meat.
Which didn't help his lusts. His erection was painful, the swollen head seeming to scream for the inside of her cunt.
"You look confused," she purred, making her voice terribly seductive.
"I don't know what to do!" There was just the hint of a whine in his voice.
"Why don't you put your prick in me?"
"The bathtub's full of piss!"
"So?" She screwed her features into a comical grimace. She darted her hands into the bathwater, and splashed some of the water on him.
He stepped back with a yelp, swatting the wetted tops of his thighs with his hands.
"Why are you doing that?" she asked.
"Because you got piss all over me!" A strange note had crept into the aggravated sound of his voice. She grinned, realizing that the note was the accents of the West Bronx.
"I don't see why it would matter," she replied, making a try at imitating what he had revealed of his accent.
"What do you mean? It's piss! Piss is, is... " He let his words trail off, and just stood there staring at her.
She inched a hand to her crotch and began to leisurely toy with the urine -wet lips of her cunt. The sight of that made his cock head swell still further.
He grunted, and bent his knees. He slowly lowered himself into the tub, wincing as the yellowish water lapped around his bare ass.
"It doesn't burn, you know," she smiled.
"No, I guess not," he said. "Hey, I should be awfully mad at you."
"Why?" She was all innocence as she reached for the hardened shaft of his cock. He slid forward as his ass hit the bottom of the tub, and she shoved the head into her pussy hole.
He thrust forward with a grunt and rammed the head of his cock against the back wall of her cunt.
"So," she said, her voice slightly hoarse now, "why should you be mad at me?"
"Because you're making me sit in your piss," he said, groaning softly. He reached over, and clamped his hands firmly around her bare waist. He pulled her towards him, and clamped his lips firmly over her mouth. She parted her teeth, and he slid the wet, hot meaty flesh of his tongue deep into her mouth. She closed her lips tightly, and began sucking hard on the wet meat.
He slid his hands up her sides and clamped his fingers firmly over her large, round breasts. She ground her lips firmly against his, working her impaled, urine-soaked crotch around in a slow, circular motion.
"You know," she said, jerking her tongue out of his mouth, "you're right. It isn't fair for you to have to sit in my piss."
"So we can get out of this latrine?"
"Nope. Why don't you add some piss of your own? You can piss on me!"
He jerked back, knocking his prick clean out of her pussy hole.
"What! You're telling me you want me to piss on you?"
"Why not? I pissed on you, didn't I?"
He looked at the yellow water lapping around his naked form.
"I guess you're right," he grunted.
He gripped the base of the shaft of his cock and slid it back into her cunt hole. With a sigh, she lifted her legs further. He shoved his hand into her crotch and ploughed his fingers through her brown pussy pelt. She started to groan loudly as his fingers found the wrinkled folds of flesh atop her vagina.
"God, yes!" she roared out. He pushed aside the tiny flap of skin covering her clit and rammed an impassioned, wet fingertip against her hardened little love bud. She began to tremble violently, and splashed at the water, making it drip yellowly over the sides of the tub.
His prick started to jerk violently inside her cunt hole and shoot forth its come. With a sigh, he slowly dragged the shaft of his cock out from the wet, pissy meat of her twat.
He started to stand up. He turned, as if making for the edge of the tub.
"Where are you going?" she asked him.
'Toilet," he said, then clamped a wet hand over his mouth. He immediately jerked the hand away again.
"Piss!" he cried out. "Goddamnit! I tasted piss on myself."
"Piss isn't so bad," she murmured. "Watch this."
He stared at her horrified as she cupped her hands and let some of the bathwater flow over her locked fingers. He was even more horrified when she raised her cupped hands to her mouth and drank the yellow water down.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh... oh, how can you do that!" He grimaced horribly. He shuddered, and turned his face to the bathroom wall.
"Nothing's wrong with it," she said softly. "Look at me. Do I look any different for it?"
"No, I guess not. But isn't urine poisonous or something?"
"I don't look dead, do I? This isn't exactly my first time, you know."
He was really confused now. He stared silently at her, then felt that familiar pressure in his bladder.
"Listen___I really have to piss bad. I'll be-"
"You'll be right here," she said, staring deep into his eyes.
He stared back, feeling drawn as if by some sort of psychic magnetism. He slowly and unconsciously gripped the softened shaft of his prick.
"Oh, come on," she said, leaning back against the back wall of the tub and sliding down into the urine yellow water.
"Well, all right," he said.
He managed a grin across his face, and squeezed himself. A slow stream of urine began to trickle out of the head of his cock and quickly became larger and faster. He raised the shaft, and let the dark yellow liquid splash over her nose and face. She leaned her head back, sighing softly at the feel of the warm, salty pee splashing over her pretty features.
He shook the last few drops of urine out of the shaft of his cock. They landed neatly on each of her wet, bare breasts.
"Oh, that was great!" she cried out. "I have to piss again myself. Want me to do it on you?"
He looked at her for a moment. He looked at the bathwater again and saw that it was twice as yellow as before.
"Oh, what the hell," he said. "I'm covered with the stuff anyway." He sat back down in the tub and leaned his shoulder blades gingerly against the faucets. He leaned his face towards her.
She gripped the edges of the tub and pulled herself up. She stepped forward, and planted her bare feet on either side of his seated, submerged form. She bent her knees and parted her thighs. "Are you ready?" she purred.
"Come on," he laughed. He spread his arms out wide, a 'what-the-hell' look on his face.
She thrust, and let a stream of pee splash out on his face and torso. He gasped at the first touch of the warm, salty liquid, and instinctively moved to one side. The stream of urine landed on his shoulders, and hit the bathwater. She contracted herself, holding back the flow.
"That is cheating," she said. "You're not supposed to duck."
"Sorry," he murmured, "I'm just sort of a rookie at this."
"Come on, sit up straight. My bladder will explode, soon!"
He sat up straight, then slid under her piss-ready twat. She bent her knees, grunted, and let a flood of urine flow over his face and torso. He found himself liking the feel of the warm, salty liquid, and found his lusts rising as he stared at what it was coming from.
"Hey, come over here," he said hoarsely.
His cock crawled to a slow, steady erect and pushed its pink head up above the yellow surface of the bathwater.
"You liked it, huh?" she asked.
"Yeah, yeah. It was nice. Not, not, I don't know the word."
"Want to eat me out a little first?" she asked.
"Hey, wait," he said hesitantly. "I, I don't know about that."
She told him 'about that' by slamming her pussy forward and jamming it down over his half-opened mouth. He gurgled into her twat, then gripped her wet, pissed-up waist with trembling fingers. He shoved his tongue into her cunt hole. A stinging, salty taste mixed with the natural flavors of her twat meat.
He trembled as he realized that it was her piss that he was tasting. He wanted to pull his tongue out, but something was keeping the wet, salty meat embedded in her cunt hole.
He slowly slid his fingers around to the smooth, rounded cheeks of her ass. She groaned as he pulled the cheeks apart, then slid his fingers down to the pink, tender flesh of her anus.
He moved his mouth to the salty flesh at the top of her pussy. He groped with the tip of his tongue for her clit, then folded the soft pinkness over the hardened little love bud.
She again began to tremble violently. The walls of her cunt began to contract and suck at his lips and chin. He grabbed a hand away from her ass and thrust it between the warm, salty wetness of her thighs. She gasped loudly as he ran two fingers into her cunt hole.
The bathwater sloshed as she jammed the insides of her thighs against the sides of his head. Her orgasm exploded, and she let out a long, low wail of animal passion. He jerked his hand out of her snatch. She lifted her crotch off his face. He sank back into the water, rubbing the piss and come off his lips with the back of his hand.
"Oh, that was good," he murmured. "So damn good!"
"Piss isn't so bad, is it?" she purred at him. As she spoke, she flipped some of the water into his face.
He darted his head back with a laugh.
"No, I guess you're right. One does have to keep an open mind about these things."
"And an open everything," she giggled, thrusting a hand into his submerged lap.
She tweaked the head of his cock, then lifted a leg and draped her ankle over the edge of the tub. Her cunt meat was fully exposed, the yellow water lapping gently at the red pussy gash.
He stood up with a grunt, then sat back down again.
"I'm going to sit you down on top of me," he said, gasping. "Just hang on, and move with me.
He grasped her bare sides tightly and raised her buttocks off the bottom of the tub. He slowly pulled her over to his lap, aiming the swollen lips of her cunt at the head of his cock. He slowly pulled her down, the shaft sliding in between the pulsating walls of her pussy.
She leaned forward, spurring his sides with her wet, bare knees. She threw her arms around his neck, and jammed her lips tightly against his mouth.
They climaxed quickly, filling the yellowed water with white flecks of semen.
He grinned ruefully as he stared at the bathwater all around him.
"Damn! We sure made a mess of the tub," he said. "I hope old Randy doesn't catch on to what's been going on here."
Terri had the strangest feeling that Randy did know, that he played the same water games. She made a mental note to check that one out later. "I guess we should clean up and clear out," she said.
"Good idea. Enough piss is enough for one day," he replied.
"That sounded sarcastic," she laughed.
"Oh, was it," he said in a highly exaggerated tone. He reached behind him and pulled out the plug. They watched as the water disappeared down the drain in a slow, graceful, yellow whirlpool.
It shot down the drain with a loud slurp. He stood up, and immediately turned on the shower.
"You don't mind if we wash it off, do you?" he asked.
She answered by pinching him hard on his ass. He jumped back, then seized her and shoved her under the shower.
"Oh, all my piss," she wailed, her eyes alive with laughter.
She pushed him aside and stepped under the water. He picked up a bar of soap and began to rub it hard into her back.
"So you and your wife never piss, right?" she asked.
"Who, us? No, we're just a respectable couple."
She took the soap from him and began to rub it into his back. He groaned as she slid her hands around to his abdomen, and thrust her soapy fingers into his crotch.
"Hey, easy," he chuckled. "I need a rest-don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
They washed themselves down and stepped out of the tub. He produced two large bathtowels from somewhere in the room and wrapped one tightly around her wet, naked form. She snatched the other away from him and draped him in it.
They stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in the towels. They made their way back to the living room and seated themselves on his couch.
"Now, what about our little problem?" he asked.
"Which one?"
"You know. The case. How many problems are there?"
"There is a problem of I want a beer," she said soflty.
"Oh, that's easy."
He got up and dashed into the kitchen, returning seconds later with two pint cans of beer. He plunked them down on the coffee table and sat back down next to her.
"Now, about the case."
"I was thinking of an out-of-court settlement myself," she said.
"I really don't know if the tenants will like that," he replied.
"If you handle all their little problems?"
He grinned to himself at the way she referred to the people whose rents were keeping her and her husband comfortable.
"Will your old man restore service? I've checked some of the reports, and he has been kind of sloppy."
"That, believe it or not, isn't his fault," she chuckled. "We have a junior clerk who got a couple of the more important files mixed up. We've been giving them the slum treatment."
"Oh, so all you have to do is put one piece of paper in one place and keep it away from the other?"
"Yes, that's about it. Then the stairs will get fixed, the lobby cleaned, tthe whole deal."
"Sounds good. I'll have a talk with the tenants tomorrow. Say, aren't you going to drink your beer?"
She picked up her can and tore off the tab. She rammed it against her lips, and took a deep swig.
He did likewise and draped his arm over the backrest of the couch. He let his fingers trail along her bare shoulder, and slowly slid closer to her.
"Did vou ever have an enema?" she said casually.
"Why, sure," he said. "That's a silly question. Why do you ask?"
"I was just wondering how it. felt to you, that's all. I really enjoy them, myself."
He looked at her puzzled. "I don't get it. How can anyone get off on something as uncomfortable as an enema?"
"It isn't uncomfortable," she replied. "Listen, I've had them done on me for a long time. I really know how to give one, too. Bet you never had one while someone was sucking your dick."
"No, no I haven't," he said.
A bulge began to rise in the fabric of his towel, telling her clearly that he liked the idea. She asked the next obvious question with her eyes.
"Why not?" he answered her gaze, "we've already pissed each other up, I hope you don't like-"
"Oh, don't even say it," she winced. "One has nothing to do with the other."
"Well, thank heaven for that, anyway," he said.
She stood up and stepped away from the couch. "First you give me one," she said brightly. "Then it'll be your turn."
"Sounds fair to me," he replied. "Lead on."
She pushed her way into the bedroom. He hung behind for a moment, puzzled by the new scenes she had taken him through. He shrugged to himself as he stared at her bare ass. Anything that good had to be worth it.
"The best way is to stretch out on the floor," she said. She dropped down and laid out across the bathroom rug. She turned on her left side.
"Don't you lay out on your stomach?" Mark asked. "I thought-"
"That's not correct," she smiled. "One evacuates from the left."
"I guess you've had more practice at this," he chuckled. "Set it up. Know how?"
"Yeah, I think I can figure it out."
He hung the bag up over the shower curtain rod and led the hose down to her buttocks.
"Don't forget to lubricate the tip, first," she said.
"Sorry," he grinned. "Glad I'm a lawyer and not a doctor."
He pulled out a jar of vaseline and rubbed the greenish jelly over the plastic piece at the end of the enema tube.
"Ready now?" he asked.
"Yeah. What about the water?"
"I'll get that ready in a minute. I just want to stick this up that little ass of yours."
"I'll make you eat those words," she chuckled.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he grinned, and stepped away.
He shoved the plastic end carefully through the pink, tender flesh of her asshole. She grunted, then began to sigh softly. He playfully shoved a hand between her thighs and grabbed at what he could reach of the wet, swollen flesh of her cunt.
She cooed, and wriggled her bare ass at him.
"Come on," she grunted. "Get the water."
"Okay," he sigh He stepped up onto the edge of the tub and turned the shower head to the mouth of the enema bag. He turned the faucets on hard, then let the water slowly seep into the bag.
The enema tube swelled wide as the warm water filled it. She stiffened with anticipation, then slowly began to writhe about on the floor as the warm water rushed into her asshole.
"Eat me out," she groaned. "Right now!"
He slid quickly down on the floor. She raised her uppermost thigh, and he shoved his head into her crotch. She jammed the soft flesh of the inside of her thigh against the side of his head.
He sucked the wet, swollen lips of her cunt into his mouth and grasped her bare side tightly. He thrust his tongue into her pussy hole, pressing the tip against her pulsating pussy walls.
She groaned, and jammed her crotch tightly against his mouth. He slid his hand around to her ass, and gripped the end of the enema tube. He drew it slowly out, the water splashing over the firm, rounded cheeks of her ass. He started to work it around in her asshole.
"Get my clit," she moaned softly.
He moved his mouth to the hot passion flesh just below her brown pussy pelt. He groped with the, tip of his tongue for the hardened mound of her clit under its protective sheath, then rammed the wet, meaty flesh down hard on her little love bud. Her body began to tremble violently. The walls of her cunt began to suck at his lips and chin.
He started working the enema piece rapidly in and out of her asshole. She stiffened, then tore her crotch away from his invading lips and tongue.
"Enough!" she screamed out. "I can't stand it!"
He snaked himself away from her and stepped back, She stood up, gasping for breath, and deposited herself on the toilet seat.
"See you in a minute," he said softly, and stepped out of the bathroom.
He thought about the feel of the enema tube going up his ass. His memories of past enemas weren't too pleasant. But it wasn't Terri's horny hand that was administering them.
"Okay," she called, a few mintues later.
He stepped back into the bathroom as she was washing off the plastic enema bag tip. He stretched himself out on the floor, turning on his left side. She rubbed some vaseline over the plastic end, then pressed her fingers gently over the firm flesh of his buttocks.
He sighed softly, and quivered at the touch.
"You've got a sensitive ass," she breathed.
His prick had become rock hard at the first touch of her fingers.
"Yeah, guess so," he murmured, "God! Your hands feel good!"
She ran her hand between the walls of his ass crack and rubbed a fingertip against his asshole. He stiffened, and let out a yelp of delight.
"Hmm, I'll hold that enema for a minute," she purred. "Lie down on your belly."
He turned and pressed his torso to the rug. She crouched between his backturned legs, slowly stretching herself out. She spread his ass cheeks apart, her face hovering over the hairy mounds of male flesh.
' She kissed each of his buttocks, then shoved her pretty face firmly over his ass crack. She shot her tongue forth, and dabbed the wet, pink meat against the flesh of his asshole. "Hey! Wow!" he cried out. "That is-" His words trailed off into a deep sigh of pleasure. She pressed the meaty tongue meat into his asshole, cooing softly over the flesh of his ass.
His cock head swelled wide, pressed against the rug. She jerked her face away and seized the enema tube.
"Ready?" she purred.
"Yeah," he grunted, his passions boiling from her anal ministrations.
She touched the plastic tip to his anus. He thrust his buttocks towards her, and she screwed the end into the pink asshole meat.
She stepped back, and started to fill the enema bag with water. The tube swelled wide.
She crouched down in front of his face.
"Like it?" she purred.
"Yeah, yeah," he gasped excitedly. The water seemed to be stroking his rectum with a warm, wet seductive touch.
His prick stood straight out from his crotch. She bellied up next to him, turning on her side and thrusting her hardened, long, red nipples firmly against the skin of his torso.
He started to groan loudly. She curled her fingers around the base of the shaft of his cock, then began to slide her fingers up to the head.
"Put it in," she groaned.
She opened her legs, throwing one over him so that she was scissoring his enema-bound form. She tucked the head of his cock into her pussy hole, then thrust forward. She groaned as the shaft rode into her cunt.
Mark gasped loudly and threw his arms over her naked form. He clamped his lips firmly over her mouth. She parted her teeth, and he slid the wet, hot meaty flesh of his tongue deep into the horny wetness of her mouth.
She sucked hard on the wet, meaty flesh. He felt semen rushing quickly into the base of the shaft of his prick. He ground his crotch against hers tightly, and took a deep breath.
"Go ahead," she gasped, "you can't hold it in.
He sighed as his prick began to jerk. Hot gobs of semen shot out, splashing against the walls of her pussy. He slowly pulled out as the jerkings ceased.
"I think you'd better pull the tube out now," he gasped.
She stood up, and stepped over him. The hps of her cunt were flecked with drops of his semen. She crouched, and jerked the enema tube swiftly out of his asshole.
He picked himself up, and staggered over to the toilet.
"Be seeing you," she purred, and danced out of the bathroom.
He emptied himself, then called her back in.
As she stepped through the door, he wrapped his arms tightly around her naked form.
"That was wonderful," he purred.
She answered by clamping her lips firmly over his mouth.
They washed each other off, and went back into the living room. They sat down on the couch. Terri stretched out her robe-covered legs and grinned up at Mark.
"So do we have that all straight?"
"What, about the case?"
"Uh-huh. Out of court settlement-gradual improvement of services against full payment of rent."
"Hey, wait a minute," he said doubtfully. "The tenants want immediate improvement."
"But that will cost poor Ben twice as much. I really think it would be nice if-"
"It's going to take time,"grumbled Mark.
"Well, postponements are no problem. Give us more time to see each other."
"You mean, like a legal excuse?"
"You bet!" she laughed.
He threw his arms around her shoulders and leaned her close against him. She purred, and kissed him softly on his neck.
They parted towards evening.
"I wonder where Ben-was," thought Terri to herself.
She decided to try and find out.
Mark was grinning a little too much when he came home that night. Wendy figured that something was up. After two years of marriage, she figured she knew exactly what it was.
She settled him into the living room couch and darted into the kitchen. She quickly picked up the phone.
"Hello, Sheilia? It's Wendy."
"
"Hi, kid! What's up?"
"Listen, I need a favor. Mark came home with a 'you-know-what' grin on his face. Do you think you could take a little look around for me?"
"No problem," she chuckled. "My office is on the same floor as his. I'll probably be able to get a good look at the bozo for you."
"Please, honey," chuckled Wendy. "And listen. What's say I meet you for lunch this week?"
"Day after tomorrow," chuckled Sheilia. "Okay?"
"Fine with me, hon. I'll see you then."
Wendy grinned slyly to herself as she hung up the phone.
They ate a slow, casual dinner, then settled themselves down in front of the television.
"Did I tell you," said Mark, sipping at an after-dinner drink, "I'm on that rent strike case you saw?"
"Oh, really?"
Wendy could remember hearing something about it from him before. But something told her that the case and his strange mood had something in common.
The news had a thirty-second spot on the case.
"Out-of-Court?" asked Wendy. "You didn't want that, did you?"
"Just media nonsense," said Mark, as casually as he could. His stomach was starting to jump. It seemed that his head was divided into two camps, with Terri naked on one side, then tenants and Mr. Tremark on the other.
"Have you met that beautiful lawyer - what's her name, Thompson?"
"Yeah. Terri Thompson. I saw her for a few minutes today. Her office is just down the hall from mine. Saves the clients carfare, I guess."
Mark had settled on half the truth. It seemed to satisfy Wendy.
"Well, you know what you can do if you lose," she chuckled.
"Huh? What?"
"Break the glass door on her office!"
"How'd you know her office had a glass door?" asked Mark, a bit of guilt making him suspicious.
"Don't all offices have glass doors?" she asked innocently.
She had caught the hint of guilt in his quick question.
"Yeah, sure they do. And that is a good idea," he said.
It didn't surprise her at all that he wasn't into sex that night.
Sheilia was grinning from ear to ear when Wendy met her for lunch on the day after the next.
"I don't like the look of that grin," chuckled Wendy.' "What's it all about?"
"You are going to hate me," chuckled Sheilia. "Honest, you will."
Wendy's face darkened.
"So you have something on the bastard?"
"Oh, do I ever! He's going out with that lady lawyer, the one down the hall. And they're on opposite sides of the same case!"
"Thanks," she said. "Is there anything you can tell me about her?"
"Well, I guess you know that her husband is the landlord," replied Sheilia. "I've seen him in the building a few times, and-hey, there he is!"
She pointed excitedly to her right, then withdrew her hand with a blush. Wendy beamed as she saw him glancing at their table.
She moved almost without tinking. Thompson walked right past their table.
"Oh! Excuse me, sir," she called out.
Thompson turned his head around, scanning the seated faces for the speaker. An enormous grin spread across his handsome face as he saw Wendy waving at him. He walked quickly over to the table.
"Excuse me. Did you call me, miss?"
"Yes. You're Ben Thompson, aren't you?"
"That's my name," he said. He gripped the back of a chair as he spoke. "Am I getting famous?"
"A little," chuckled Wendy. "I saw you on televsion, about that rent strike. I hate to bother you, but-"
"Oh, no bother at all," said Ben quickly.
Wendy gestured to him to sit down. He slid into the chair, and leaned his elbows on the table.
"I'm studying realty managment," she said. "I'm particularly interested in the rent strike in your building, because of the sociological implications-higher income tenants, you know."
"Well, I'd be glad to give you any information you need," chuckled Ben.
He was glad of an excuse for an extended discussion with this most attactive young woman. It didn't occur to him to ask her which school she was attending.
"I'd like sort of an interview session with you," she continued. "You know, a question and answer sort of thing."
"My office would be a good place for that," said Ben. "I have all my files there and-"
"No, that's not what I meant. I'd like to talk to you 'off the cuff-just build on what you have in your head."
"I can tell you plently," chuckled Ben. "I come from a long line of landlords. I have stories from nineteen-ten on up."
"Good! That's exactly the information I need," she smiled. "I'm interested in the real estate business myself."
"Where would you like to talk?" asked Ben. "My home's out of the city, and-" Sheilia nudged Wendy's ankle hard.
"I have a small apartment in the city," said Wendy. "It's more convenient for me, during the school year. Would you like to come up there?"
She rubbed the tip of her tongue over her lips as she spoke. Thompson felt his prick jerk at the sight of the pretty pink meat.
"I guess I have some time for that," he said. "Tomorrow afternoon be all right with you?"
"That'll be fine," said Wendy with a grin. She scribbled down Sheilia's address and handed it to Thompson.
Thompson shoved the folded-up piece of paper into a pocket and ambled out of the restaurant.
Wendy's shit-eating grin spread from ear to ear. Sheilia chuckled as she ate.
"This sounds like it's going to be interesting," she added. Their eyes met, and they both burst out in an hysterical fit of laughter.
CHAPTER SIX
"How was your day?" smiled Terri.
"Rough," grunted Thompson, as he walked through their living room. "I need a drink. Want me to pour you one?"
"Please," she murmured.
She leaned back against the backrest of the couch. He walked in slowly, carrying two drinks. She saw that he was avoiding her direct gaze.
"You must have been out of the office a lot," she said casually, picking up her drink. That meant that she had called his office to find that he wasn't in.
"Yeah," he said, leaning forward and flicking on the television, "I was out most of the afternoon. This bullshit really has me on the run."
"I was out myself," she mused.
She was surer and surer that he was having an affair. She curled her arms around him, and buried her head affectionately in his torso.
"Would you like a little shower tonight, darling?" she murmured.
"Yes, that would be nice," he replied.
He didn't sound as eager about it as he had before. She fought off a dark scowl that was struggling to break out over her face. Water was her most powerful instrument of control over the "man. If someone else was weilding that power- _ She shook off. her thoughts as she sipped at her drink. A vivid image of Mark Roberts flashed through her mind. Then she thought of Ben with-whom? and decided to get the truth out of him that night.
She let the evening proceed casually. Towards midnight, they went up to bed.
"Want to go into the bathroom," she murmured.
"Yes," he breathed, trying to make himself sound hornier than he was.
He managed to tremble with lust as they entered the bathroom. She had him put on the wet suit, arms inside.
It was the suit with the hole in back. The enema tube went in.
He asked to have it removed, feeling himself fill with water.
"No," she said. "I like a little information."
She got the story out of him, bit by bit and scream by scream.
She sneered as she helped him out of the suit.
"I'm getting a new secretary," she said. "Say. Why don't you call her right now and tell her the good news yourself? If you do that, I might just forget the whole thing."
"I couldn't," he whined. "She, she's your employee. I, I-" His fingers trembled as he- dialed Lisa's number.
"Hello?" a sleepy, female voice answered. "Lisa, it's Ben."
"Hi, honey! Where are you calling from?"
The young man lying naked on the bed next to her grinned. She waved at him to be silent, then turned her attention to the voice on the other end of the phone.
"I'm at home, Lisa."
There was a somber, heavy tone to his voice that she didn't like. A warning sensation crept up in her stomach, and she gripped the receiver tightly.
"What's up?"
A moment of awful silence followed. Thompson's voice was strained as he continued.
"Terri knows, Lisa. I'm afraid you're out of a job. You can come for your things at the office any time this week."
Lisa started to tremble. She gripped the handle of the receiver so tightly her knuckles began to turn white. Her boyfriend, sensing her change in mood, slowly sat up. He curled his arm over her shoulders, and she angrily shook him off.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" she hissed.
"I just told you. Don't make this any harder than it is."
"Well, why don't you just drink your own pee for a while?" she snarled, then jammed down the receiver.
"What's the matter, honey?" he asked softly.
Lisa glanced around at her comfortable apartment, scowling. She was trembling with rage, and her small hands were knotted into tight fists.
He slid off the bed and walked across the room.
"Here," he said, stepping back over to the bed and tossing a joint into her naked lips. She angrily shoved it in between her sensuous lips. He struck a match, and held the flame to the rolled end of the cigarette.
She drew a huge amount of the smoke into her lungs and leaned back, propping herself up on her forearms. She bent her head, and blew out a huge cloud of smoke that curled lazily between her naked breasts. A few wisps of smoke became entangled in her pussy hairs.
"Okay," she grunted, handing the joint to him. "I'm out of a job. As of right now."
He whistled with surprise. "I'll bet I know why," he said. "That was your boss on the phone, wasn't it?"
"You guessed it, buster. Mrs. T found out about our little affair. Pow!"
"Oh, that miserable, perverted bitch!" he snarled. "Now what the fuck are you going to do?"
"I don't know," she said glumly. "I guess I'll just get another job somewhere else."
"Well, honey, with your fantastic looks, that shouldn't be too much trouble at all. I wonder how many businessmen are into getting pissed on, anyway?"
"Oh, don't even mention that now," she said. "What I need is a lot of just good, old-fashioned sex."
"That, I can help you with." He grinned, and shoved his hand into her crotch.
She laid back, cooing and pressing her shoulder blades into the mattress. She raised her knees, and spread her thighs wide apart.
"Looks good enough to eat," he murmured, staring at the exposed flesh of her luscious twat.
"Well, be my guest!"
He bellied down on the bed, then snaked his way between her spreadeagled limbs. She spread her thighs wider apart, and he rammed his face against the swollen, piss-wet flesh of her twat.
The soft flesh of her thighs nestled against the crooks of his arms. He slid his hands up, and clamped ids fingers firmly over her small gobs of breast flesh. She groaned loudly as he sank his fingers into the small mounds of flesh.
She lifted her feet, then crossed her sensuous legs over the broad, masculine plane of his back. The insides of her thighs crushed firmly against the sides of his head.
He thrust his tongue deep into her pussyhole and strained his neck forward. She gasped as the tip of his tongue pressed against the rear wall of her cunt.
"Damn! You're tongue is long," she said.
"How'd you grow it like that?"
He answered by tweaking her hardened, brown-button nipples between two sets . of impassioned thumbs and forefingers. He squeezed, and she began to sigh softly.
"Let me eat you too!" she gasped.
He grinned to himself. Keeping his face pressed against her cunt meat, he slowly raised his buttocks until he was jacknifed between her naked legs. One leg at a time, he rotated himself out from between her limbs.
He dug his knees firmly into the mattress. He lifted his head momentarily, to give himself better purchase.
She clamped her hands firmly against his bare sides and took the overhanging shaft of his erect cock into her mouth.
"Okay," she grunted, then closed her lips tightly over the taut male flesh.
He jammed his mouth back over her cunt meat. She pulled him down so that he was splayed over her naked form.
He sucked the wet, hot wrinkled folds of her cunt meat into his mouth. She slid her hands up to his buttocks, and sank her fingers into the firm, rounded flesh of the cheeks of his ass.
He shrieked, with pleasure, and thrust his tongue into her pussy hole. She pressed a finger against the pink, tender flesh of his anus. He jerked his mouth off her cunt lips, and shoved his head down further between her thighs. He extended his tongue, and dragged the flat of the wet meat along the crack of her ass. She trembled. He rammed the meaty tip against her anus, and managed the tongue meat just inside her asshole.
She started to suck hard on the flesh of his cock. The penis quivered, and she pressed the tip of her tongue firmly against the sensitive underside of the head.
The penis began to jerk violently inside her mouth. He jerked his lips back up to her cunt meat, and again rammed his tongue into her pussy hole.
She seized the base of the shaft of his cock as it started to spew out come. She turned her face to one side, laughing as the semen splashed out over her pretty face.
He moved his lips up to the wrinkled folds of flesh just below her pussy pelt. She jammed her face between his buttocks, and he groped with the tip of his tongue for her clit.
He shoved a hand into her crotch. She started to work the outside of his asshole with the tip of her tongue, and he rammed the meat of his tongue down hard on her hardened little love-bud.
She started to tremble violently. He rammed two fingers into her cunt hole, then shoved a third into her anus. The walls of her cunt began to contract and suck at his lips and chin. Her asshole tightened around his probing finger in a crushing, vise-like grip.
"Stop!" she cried out, as her orgasm exploded.
He jerked his face away from her twat and rolled off her. He stretched himself out next to her, watching her torso rsie and fall in rhythm with her heavy breathing.
He sat up slowly, and pulled himself over to the edge of the bed.
"Oh, oh, that was great," she panted. "How does your tongue do that?"
"I don't know," said Rick. "I guess us lawyers just have long tongues as part of our nature."
She sat up slowly, shaking her head. Her long, blond hair swirled gracefully around the sides of her face.
He stepped off the bed and started to walk out of the room.
"So where are you going?" she purred.
"Bathroom," he replied.
"Enjoy yourself," she chuckled.
She felt a terrible anger welling up inside her as she thought of her newly-lost job. She knotted her fists, and dug them into her sides.
His voice startled her out of her thoughts.
"Damn! You look mad enough to kill," he said.
She was surprised to find him standing by the side of the bed.
"You move like a cat," she chuckled.
"What are you so mad about?"
"You know damn well. The nerve of that bitch!"
"Well, you were pissing around with the old man," he chuckled.
She cast him an evil look. "There's got to be something We can do," she snarled. "There's got to be!"
"Any suggestions? Messing with a lawyer is always tricky," he replied.
"Not for another lawyer," she said. Her face brightened, and she parted her lips into a sinister smile.
"Uh-oh," he said with a grin, "I don't like that look on your face. Not one bit."
"You'd like what I'm thinking even less," she chortled. "You know, you have a perfect opening with her."
"You mean because I'm with the same firm as Roberts," he chuckled. "Hey, wait a minute. I'm not sure I like all that stuff."
"You do owe me a little favor, don't you?" she grinned. "Yes, that is true," he mused. "What are you thinking of?"
"I know what a horny bitch that one is," purred Lisa. "If you could get her in a compromising position-"
"Okay, baby," he chuckled.
She turned, and stretched herself out on her stomach. She raised herself up slightly, letting her bare nipples trail along the sheet. He clamped his hand firmly over the cheeks of her bare ass.
She purred, and wriggled beneath his touch.
"Let me have that prick of yours," she murmured.
"Where would you like it?" he grinned.
"Where you have your hand," she chuckled. "Let's doggie fuck."
She raised herself up on all fours. He slid around, planting his knees between her outspread, backturned thighs. She gasped with sexual delight as he groped at the flash of cunt meat hanging down from behind her buttocks.
He raised himself up, his hands firmly clamped on her ass. He shoved the shaft of his hardened cock between her thighs, and seized the base of the shaft. He inserted the head into her pussy hole and thrust forward.
"Oh, god, it's good!" she cried out.
He bent himself over her naked back, ramming the head of his cock against the rear wall of her cunt. She thrust her ass hard against the tops of his thighs.
He shoved his hands under her torso and took her small breasts in his sweaty palms. Her hardened nipples dug into his skin, and she groaned softly. She slowly sank down to the surface of the mattress, crushing his hands between her tits and the sweat and come stained sheet.
She jerked forward, knocking his prick clean out of her pussy hole.
"Ooops!" she giggled.
He rolled off her and sat up. She turned over and gave him a lustful, quizzical look.
"What are you doing?"
"Let's try it sitting," he replied hoarsely.
She slid over to him. He grasped her bare waist, and slowly raised her up. She threw her arms around his neck. He lifted her ass, and pointed the hardened shaft of his cunt-hungry cock at the swollen lips of her cunt.
She jerked a hand off his neck and seized the base of the shaft. With a loud sigh, she slipped the head into her pussy slit and sat down hard. He gasped as the shaft of his prick rode in between the tight walls of her cunt.
"This is good," she murmured.
He clamped his lips firmly over her mouth. She parted her teeth, and he slid the wet, hot meaty flesh of his tongue in between her sensuous lips. She closed her mouth tightly over the meat, and began to suck hard.
Rick began to work his hips around in a slow circle. He slid his hands under her ass cheeks, and began bouncing her up and down the shaft.
His prick popped out of her pussyhole again. "Let's try it with me on top," she gasped. "Yeah," he grunted.
He stretched himself out on the bed, the shaft of his prick standing straight up from his crotch. She crouched over him, planting the soles of her bare feet on either side of his hips.
He lifted his head and shoulders up and grabbed her bare sides. Grunting, he pulled her down over the shaft, she gasping as the hard male flesh rode into her cunt hole.
"Okay," she grunted. "I've got it."
He jerked his hands off her and spread his arms out wide on either side of him.
"Fuck me for a while," he gasped, pressing the back of his head into the softness of the mattress. She leaned forward, planting her hands into the mattress. She started to work her impaled twat slowly up and down the length of the shaft.
"Hey! Give me those tits," he grunted.
She leaned forward slightly. He raised his head and shoulders again, and thrust his hands against her torso. She arched her shoulders back and pressed her nipples firmly against the palms of his hands.
He slowly sank his fingers into the supple white flesh. She groaned, and started working her twat rapidly around the shaft of his cock. He was reminded of a precision machine, the smooth, shiny parts meshing perfectly together.
She bent lower. He clasped his hands over her back and rubbed her torso firmly against his. Her opened mouth groped for his lips. He slammed his mouth tightly over hers and thrust his tongue in between her parted teeth. She closed her lips tightly over the wet, meaty flesh, sucking hard.
He slid his hands down the smooth plane of her stomach and ploughed his fingers through her blond pussy hair.
She gasped as his fingertips reached the hot, horny flesh atop her vagina. He pushed aside the tiny flap of skin covering her clit, then scissored her hardened love-bud between the first two fingers of his cunt-probing hand.
Her body began to tremble as he squeezed his clit-filled fingers together. She leaned her head back, and let out a long, low wail of animal passion as her orgasm exploded.
His prick began to jerk violently inside her pussy hole. She leaned back, and howled as hot gobs of his semen splashed against the walls of her cunt. She jerked herself off him, then rolled off his legs.
He lay flat out on the mattress, his breath coming in deep heaves. She sat up slowly, and threw an arm over his naked torso.
"Oh, that was good," he grunted hoarsely.
She slid off the bed and started for the door.
"Bathroom?" he grinned.
"Uh-huh. Be back in a minute."
He watched hungrily as her bare buttocks disappeared out the doorway. He slid to the edge of the bed then stood up and followed after her.
She was wiping the pee off the lips of her cunt when he pushed his way into the bathroom.
"Hi," she smiled. "Lonesome?"
'"Fraid so," he chuckled. "Just thought I'd come in and see how you were doing."
"Want to go into the living room for a drink?" she purred at him.
"Yes, please," he laughed.
He went into her living room, and plunked his bare ass down on her couch. She stepped into the kitchen, and quickly prepared two drinks.
He was leaning lazily against the backrest of the couch when she stepped back in. She plunked the glasses down on a coffee table, then sat herself down next to him on the couch.
He draped one arm over her bare shoulders and reached for his drink with the other. She picked up her glass, then nestled against the male, horny warmth of his bare side.
He took a deep swig. She sipped at her glass. Their drinks hit the table at the same time.
"How much do you know about this Roberts, anyway?" she asked "Oh, not too much. He's got a nice wife-I've seen her a few times. He's pretty new around the place, so I haven't had much of a chance to talk to him."
"What's Mrs. Thompson like?"
"Bull-assed bitch," she snarled. "She leads old Thompson around by his nose. Really! Like he was a puppy or something."
"What is this shit with an out-of-court?" asked Rick. "Doesn't seem like the right way for a lawyer to proceed."
"Didn't you tell me that he and Mrs. Thompson were spending time together?"
She grinned evilly as she spoke.
"Yeah. But what does that have to do with-Oh."
His grin matched hers.
"I think poor old Mark's gotten himself in over his head," he chuckled.
"Well, I'll turn that one around," said Lisa grimly. "By the time I get through with her, that case will go on for months."
"I don't like the idea of working with her myself," said Rick. "All that pissing stuff-say, I have a better idea."
"Like what?" She reached into his crotch and curled her fingers tightly around the softened shaft of his cock as she spoke.
"Like you getting to her, without involving me.
"How do you suggest-Mark?"
"Right. If he's fallen for one, he'll certainly go for you. Piss and all, I'll bet."
"You know, I was right about you all along."
"What do you mean?"
"I always thought you had a brain. You've just proven it."
"Gee, thanks," he said, and clamped his fingers firmly over a round, bare breast. He squeezed hard, and she yelped with delight.
His prick quivered under her grasp and slowly began to grow long. She slid off the couch, and patted his bare knees.
"Spread," she said hoarsely. He spread his legs apart and she slid on her knees between them. She shot her hands forward and dug her fingers into the masculine flesh of his waist.
The swollen head of his cock hovered inches from her face. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. He groaned as she pressed the pink meat to the tip of the head, licking off a tiny drop of come that had formed from the slit. She slid her mouth over the hardened shaft, then closed her lips tightly over the taut male flesh.
He leaned forward and dug his fingers into the supple flesh of her bare shoulders. She laid the flat of her tongue along the long vein running the length of the underside of the shaft of his cock.
The prick began to jerk violently inside her mouth. Hot gobs of semen splashed against the roof of her mouth. She pulled her face away from the shaft and stood up.
Rick slowly closed his legs together, trembling violently. He was breathing hard, and fine beads of sweat had broken out all over his body.
She settled herself into a nearby easy chair, pressing her shoulder blades against the softness of the backrest. She slid forward, spreading her legs wide apart.
Rick got up and planted his knees between her outspread limbs. He grasped her bare knees as he slid forward, advancing his cunt-hungry mouth towards the open and ready meat of her twat.
He connected with his lips. She groaned loudly, and closed her thighs tightly around the sides of his head. He sucked the wet, hot folds of her twat meat into his mouth, grazing his hps passionately over the wrinkled female skin.
She thrust forward, jamming her cunt meat firmly against his face. He shot out his tongue, again pressing the tip against the rear wall of her cunt.
"I still don't know how you do that," she breathed. "I just don't!"
He shoved a hand between her thighs ad rode two fingers into her pussy hole. She slid further, raising her asshole in reach of his grip. A third finger went sliding into the pink tender flesh of her anus.
"Hey, fuck my ass a little, too," she murmured.
Her cunt meat moved with. his lips as he shook his head 'yes'.
He pressed his fingertips against the pulsating walls of her pussy, then moved his lips up to the wrinkled flesh just below her blond pussy pelt. He quickly found the hard mound of her clit under its protective sheath, and pushed the tiny bit of female flesh aside.
"Oh, Rick, oh, baby!" she cried out, as he rammed his tongue down hard on her hardened little love bud.
Her body began to tremble violently. The walls of her cunt Sucked at his lips, and her asshole tightened crushingly around his probing finger.
"Okay! Stop!" she cried out.
He jerked his hand out of her twat, disengaged his mouth, and pulled himself out from between her legs. He stood up, and his cock shot straight out from his crotch.
"Wow, that was great," she gasped. She raised a weak hand. He gripped her fingers, and helped her out of the chair.
He curled his arm around her bare waist as they walked back into the bedroom. She dashed up onto the bed, and bellied down on the come wet sheets.
"Get the vaseline," she grunted passionately.
She raised her bare ass as she spoke, keeping her shoulders and chin pinned to the bed. She was still in that position when he returned with the vaseline.
She flipped over and sat up as he seated himself at the edge of the bed.
"Let me do that," she purred, pulling the bottle out of his hand.
He stood up and pressed his knees to the edge of the bed. His prick stood straight out, the hardened shaft hovering over the sheets. She quickly unscrewed the jar and scooped up a huge gob of the greenish jelly.
"Come here, baby," she cooed, rubbing the jelly over her fingers.
She touched the shaft, smiling as it quivered at the contact. She slowly drew the lubricant over the darkened male flesh, then put an extra dab at the tip. She handed him the jar, then bellied down on the bed.
"You'd better put some on me, too," she purred, again raising her ass.
He rubbed some of the vaseline on his fingers and thrust his hand between the walls of her ass crack. She groaned softly as his greased fingers touched the sensitive skin of her anus.
"Come on, shove it in," she groaned.
He tossed the jar aside and seized the base of the shaft of his greased prick. He rode the shaft down the lining of stiff, blond hairs covering the walls of her ass crack, then pressed the head against her asshole.
"Easy," she gasped.
He pushed forward. The head of his cock pushed aside the pink meat, and slowly rode into her asshole.
"Ow! Oh, God, ow!" she cried out, trembling violently.
He stopped, the head of his cock just inside her asshole.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, yes. Go ahead, push in, don't stop!"
He thrust forward, embedding the shaft in her rectum. He bent over her naked back, then shoved his hands under her torso and grabbed her breasts. She shrieked with passion, and began working her impaled ass around.
He slid his hands down the smooth plane of her stomach. She sank down as his fingers reached her pussy pelt, crushing his hand between her cunt and the sheets.
He took a deep breath and contracted his anus to hold back his come. He nudged his chin over her shoulder. She turned her head to one side and pressed her lips firmly against his mouth. She shot forth her tongue, ramming the pink meat against his teeth.
He parted his teeth, taking the wet, hot meat into his mouth. He closed his lips tightly over her tongue and began to suck hard.
His fingers quickly found her clit. Working with difficulty under the press of her body, he tweaked the little love bud between two impassioned fingers. She started to tremble beneath him.
Her asshole tightened firmly around the shaft of his invading prick. She began to groan loudly, and writhe about on the bed. He jerked his hand away from her crotch as she started to howl with passion.
He gasped as he felt the semen rushing up the shaft of his cock. His prick started to jerk violently inside her asshole and shoot forth hot gobs of semen.
He slowly pulled his prick out and rolled off her. She lay for a few moments on her stomach, her breath coming in deep heaves. He slowly sat up, and planted his hand firmly on her bare buttocks.
"Oh, that was great!" he grunted.
She slowly flipped over: His sweated-up palm skidded across the firm, rounded cheeks of her ass. She sat up, and leaned her bare, sweat-covered body against him.
"Let's call it a night," he gasped.
"I'm for that."
After he left, she lay awake for a long time, thinking of how she could connect with Mark Roberts. She couldn't think of anything and lulled herself to sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mark Roberts was beginning to think that he was in over his head. Terri had been increasing her demands on him in regards to the case. At first she had suggested an equal solution, one that wouldn't affect either of them. But now she was hedging for concessions to her husband.
He sighed as he heard the phone ring on his desk.
"Hello, Terri," he said as soon as he picked up.
"Hello, yourself," came her familiar voice. "Don't forget our lunch date this afternoon:" That was a habit of hers that was starting to annoy him. She seemed to have an insecurity regarding other people's reliability. Each time, they would make a date. Each time, she would call to confirm the date.
He grinned ruefully, then leaned back in his desk chair.
"How could I forget something like that? I've got to talk to you, anyway. I had a meeting with the tenants-"
"Oh, please don't talk shop over the phone," she said brightly. "We can discuss all of that in the tub."
"Okay, then. Should I pick you up in your office?"
"Fine. If I'm not in, just wait. I'll only be about fifteen minutes."
"Okay. I'll see you then."
He jammed down the receiver and turned his attention back to his work. Around one, he slid out of his chair and ducked out of the office.
A young girl answered his knock on the door to Terri's office. She smiled lustily as he stepped in.
"Hello," he said. "I'm Mark Roberts. Is Ms. Thompson in?"
"No, she'll be right back," smiled Lisa. She went about her work of clearing out her desk.
Mark watched her, his lusts rising as he stared at the outline of her ass against the unusually tight fabric of her slacks.
"You look like you're packing up to leave," he said, intending the comment as a joke.
She surprised him by turning around and scowling darkly.
'That is exactly what I'm doing," she snarled angrily.
He stepped back, an abashed look crossing his face.
"Hey, I'm sorry," he said softly. "I was just kidding, and-"
"Well, I'm not. Mrs. Thompson fired me."
"Why? A smart girl like you-"
"How do you know what I am?" she snapped. She kept her back to him, so that he wouldn't see the sly grin that had escaped and was crossing her lips.
"You look smart, and beautiful as hell," he said.
"You know, you have one hell of a nerve," she said, making herself as fierce-sounding as she could.
"I sure do," he chuckled. "Bet you thought I was coming on to you, didn't you?"
"I wouldn't call it serving me a subpoena, mouthpiece," she said.
"Neither would I. Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?"
It took all his strength to hide his surprise at her answer. He could hear his facial muscles screaming as he strained to retain his casual expression.
"I'd love to," she smiled brightly.
The door opened with a loud click, and she rapidly turned back to her work. Terri ignored her presence completely.
"Are you ready, Mark," she said sweetly.
"All set," he chuckled.
They walked quickly out of the office and into a nearby restaurant.
Mark plunked down his briefcase on the table and flipped open the lid. He pulled out a sheaf of papers.
Terri raised her hand and grinned.
"Whoa! No business until after we eat. Please!"
Mark wondered what it was about her that could shut him up so easily as he replaced the papers in his briefcase. He smiled ruefully as the waiter stepped over and took their order.
They ate quickly, and went to Mark's friend's apartment again.
Ben Thompson couldn't help feeling a bit nervous as he sat down across the table from Wendy Roberts. He felt himself become erect the minute he saw her. And the three opened buttons on her blouse weren't helping him in the least.
"Let's eat first," said Wendy. "Then we can go up to my apartment."
There was a soft, sultry tone to her voice that made Ben's hardened prick push painfully against the crotch of his slacks.
He forced down the lunch, and had to remind himself to act casual as he and Wendy left the restaurant.
"Wow, this is a nice place you've got here," he murmured, staring around at Sheilia's well-furnished home.
"Oh, I like a nice, quiet environment," chirped Wendy. "It's a lot more pleasant that way. Why don't you sit over there?"
She pointed to the couch. Ben plunked himself down on the soft seat, and she darted out of the room.
She ducked quickly into the bathroom and shut the door tightly behind her. She threw the waist of her skirt up over her stomach, and quickly jerked her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of the undergarment and hung them in plain sight over a towel rack.
She ducked back into the living room.
"Would you like something to drink?" she purred.
"Uh, yeah, that would be nice," said Ben. "Bourbon, please."
She brought the drinks over to a coffee table and sat down next to him on the couch. She parted her knees, and let her legs drop open under the waist of her skirt. " Ben cleared his throat. "So. What would you like to know-"
"I'd like to know what you do with your wife," Wendy purred. "My husband tells me he has the best times with her."
He sat up straight, jerking his ass to the edge of the couch. He looked at her, his eyes filled with confusion and shock.
"Wha, what are you talking about?" he said, half-whispering.
"Oh, don't you know?" Wendy sounded genuinely surprised. Which she wasn't.
"I, I, I," Ben stammered.
"I thought you and Terri had an open relationship," she said.
"Hah, how did you know my wife's name?"
"Mark told me. They have lots of fun at lunch. Water stuff. I'd like to try it, myself."
"But, but he's your husband. Don't, don't you mind?"
"No, silly. I told you, we're having an open relationship. We think it's perfectly natural for each of us to have sex with other people."
She acted surprised that he didn't know that. She glanced at his crotch and saw a hard bulge growing out of the fabric of the crotch of his slacks.
She reached for her drink, and accidently-on-purpose knocked over her glass.
"Ooops!" she cried out, and swiftly stood up. She tossed her hips as she bent over to retreive the glass. The motion made the waist of her skirt ride up away from the backs of her bare thighs.
He got a really first-class look at her bare ass. He inhaled sharply. She turned, and grinned at him.
"You okay? You sounded like you were choking."
"Huh? Oh, no, I, I was just clearing my throat." His voice quavered as he spoke.
"Good. I don't want anyone choking on me." she chortled, settling herself back down on the couch.
He took a deep swig off his drink. The alcohol rose up quickly him, and filled him with a warm, lazy lust.
She felt her own lusts rising as she drank. It was more the excitement, the newness of the situation that was turning her on. But turned on she was.
Thompson was having a lot of trouble digesting the news of his wife's affair with Wendy's husband. He decided to change the subject.
"So. What can I tell you about real estate?" he asked.
"Nothing," she murmured. "I don't give a good shit about real estate."
"I don't understand, then. Why did you call me up here?"
"What did I just tell you?"
"You mean about my wife and your-oh."
"You do have- the rest of the afternoon, don't you?" she purred. Her voice was now one soft, sultry whisper.
"Yes, why, sure," he said slowly. "You, you want to-"
"Yeah!" She stood up and stepped quickly away from the couch as she spoke.
"I, I don't understand. We, we just met, and-"
"And what better way to get acquainted? , Hey, when was the last time a naked girl gave you a blowjob?"
"A who gave what?"
She answered him by running her fingers down the front of her blouse, quickly unbuttoning the white cotton garment. She pulled it aside, then shrugged it off her shoulders.
"Watch closely," she purred.
She reached behind her back and quickly unclasped her bra. Her small globes of breasts popped forth as she jerked the undergarment away from her torso.
His eyes were filled with her naked flesh. She reached behind her again, and quickly unzipped her skirt. She let it drop to her ankles.
He gasped loudly at the sight of her pussy. Her pussy hairs barely covered the luscious, sexy flesh. She stepped out of the skirt, kicking off her shoes at the same time.
She dropped down to a low crouch before him, planting her hands firmly on his knees. "Spread," she purred, tugging at his knees.
He parted his thighs, his eyes filled with sex and wonder. She slid between his legs, and shot her hands into his crotch, She squeezed the hard bulge formed by his erecting cock, then deftly unbuckled his belt.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"Raise your aass," she replied, pulling open the top of his slacks. He lifted his ass, and she dragged the garment down to his knees. She leaned forward and planted a hard kiss on the bulge growing out of the fabric of his slacks. He plunked himself back down.
"Up again," she chirped.
He lifted his ass. She hooked her fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs, and dragged them down. His prick sprang up, fully erect.
"Oh! What a delicious-looking cock!" she breathed.
She curled her fingers tightly around the base of the shaft and stuck out her tongue. Cooing, she licked off a tiny drop of come that had formed from the slit in the head. She opened her mouth wide, and slowly took the shaft in between her young, sensual lips.
He gasped, and thrust his hips forward. She closed her hps tightly over the taut male flesh and began to suck hard. His loud, passionate groans filled the room as she laid the flat of her tongue against the long vein running the length of the underside of the shaft.
His prick began to jerk violently inside her mouth. Hot gobs of semen splashed against the roof of her mouth. She jerked her head back and swallowed down his come, grinning.
"Now," she said, rising to her feet. 'Tell me about water."
He raised a hand, panting from the massive orgasm her mouth had given him.
"All right," he gasped loudly. "First, let's get into the tub."
She darted out of the room. A moment later he heard water rushing into the bathtub. He stepped out of his crumpled-up slacks, and followed her into the bathroom.
"Hi," she purred. "Aren't you going to take off the rest of your clothes? You look ridiculous, standing there with your shirt and tie on and your cock hanging out."
"Yeah," he chuckled, staring at his comical reflection in a full-length mirror.
He quickly unbuttoned his shirt. She bent over the tub. The cheeks of her naked ass spread, and made his cock spring right back up erect. She climbed into the tub, and leaned her back against the wet, enameled rear wall.
Ben climbed in.
"Ouch, the' water's too hot," he gasped, feeling the skin of his legs sting.
"Oh, I'm sure you can stand it," she purred. "Come on."
Ben lowered himself slowly. The head of his erect cock touched the water, and he shot up to his feet with a yowl.
"I'll help you," she purred. She reached out a wet, bare arm and seized the shaft of his cock.
He sat down, her fingers shielding the sensitive skin from the heat of the bathwater.
"Think you'll be okay?" she purred. She jerked her hand away.
Thompson twisted his features into a comical grimace. "Oooh, ouch," he said, laughing.
She slid back, throwing a leg over the edge of the tub. She raised her other leg and planted a foot against the tiled bathroom wall.
"If it stings you, you can put it in here," she purred.
He seized the base of the shaft of his cock and slid the head into her pussy slit. She gasped and slid forward. The shaft rode in between the tight, wet pussy walls.
"This is going to be a bit difficult," he said, grunting. He curled his legs around her bare waist and pushed himself forward. His cock head slammed into the rear wall of her twat.
"You've got it," she grunted passionately.
She slowly draped her legs over his shoulders and sank down so that only her head and neck remained above the surface of the bathwater. He reached forward and seized her small mounds of breasts.
He slowly drew his fingers over them. They nestled neatly in his palms, two white balls of sexual softness. Her hardened nipples dug into the wet skin of his impassioned palms.
He jerked his cock back and forth. He let one hand slip under the water, and trail down to her blond pussy pelt. He groped for the wrinkled flesh atop her submerged vagina.
She leaned her head back and groaned loudly as he fingered her hardened clit. Her body began to tremble, and the walls of her cunt closed around his invading prick.
He jerked his hand away. His prick began to jerk inside her, then shoot forth hot gobs of semen. The tiny white flecks rose gracefully to the surface of the water as he withdrew his cock.
She slowly pulled herself up. The bathwater cascaded off her naked breasts and ran in smooth streams down the white, bare plane of her stomach.
"Oh, that was great!" she said.
She gripped the edges of the tub and pulled herself to her feet. She started to climb out of the tub.
"Hey," gasped Ben, his breathing still labored, "where are you going?"
"Take a piss," she murmured.
"Wait."
She turned, and looked at him with surprise. One sensuous limb was about to step over the edge of the tub.
"Wait? What for?"
Thompson spoke carefully, unsure of her reaction.
"Piss is part of water stuff," he said quietly.
To his surprise, she grinned broadly and jammed her leg back into the tub.
"I thought there was more to it than this," she said. "I asked Mark to introduce me to it, but he said I should find out about it from someone with experience- like you."
"Okay," grunted Ben, breathing an inward sigh of relief. "Just piss in the water for now. I will, too."
She squatted, her pussy lips inches above the surface of the water. She clamped her hands over her hips, and let a thick stream of dark urine flow into the bathwater.
She giggled as it lightened, mixing in graceful swirls with the clear, come-flecked water.
Thompson pulled himself up as she sat back down in the bath.
"This feels nice and warm," she murmured. "I like it."
Thompson seized the softened shaft of his cock and let a thin stream of urine flow into the bathwater. The urine flowed into the water, making the same whirlpools as Wendy's had.
He settled himself back into the water.
"So tell me. What's with this strike business, anyway?" she asked.
Thompson winked slyly. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you. We were just trying to cut costs a little. Looks like it just won't work."
"Don't you usually do that with the tenements?"
"An experiment that won't work," he chuckled.
"So maybe you'd better just make the repairs, or whatever."
"I would. But my wife-well, never mind about that."
His prick was becoming' erect. Wendy watched as the head pushed its way through the yellowish water, then poked up above the surface.
"Oooh, yummy," she purred.
She gripped the edges of the tub tightly and raised herself up. Thomspon slid forward, sending more of the flesh of his prick up above the pissed-up surface of the bathwater.
She slowly advanced her lips to the head. She opened her mouth wide and took the shaft in. A little of the urine-filled water entered her mouth, making her shiver with a strange, new sensation.
Thompson grunted loudly as she closed her lips over the skin of his prick. He thrust upwards with his hips, sending half the shaft sliding into the horny warmth of her mouth.
She gripped his sides tightly and began working her hps around on the shaft. His prick began to jerk violently, and shot out its issue. She pulled her face away, leaned her head back, and swallowed down the mixture of urine-water and semen.
She dropped back down into the water. Thompson sat up, letting an arm hang over the edge of the tub.
"Say. You got any beer?" he asked. "Sure. Why?"
"It makes you piss a lot. And there's all kinds of things you can do with it."
"Like what?" She was climbing out of the tub as she asked.
"Bring in a couple of bottles and III show you," he murmured, his eyes fixed on her naked cunt meat.
She dashed out of the bathroom and returned about thirty seconds later. She was clutching two brown-glass bottles of beer.
Ben squinted as he read the label.
"Dos Equis? Mexican beer?"
"Yeah, it's really good. Hasn't been available on the East Coast until recently. It's stronger than most beers-and boy, does it make you piss!"
"Guess what you forgot?" he chuckled. "Forgot? Forgot what?"
"The opener. These aren't pull-tabs."
"Oh, shit," she cried, splashing the yellow water.
"Ill show you a trick," he grinned. "Watch this."
He stood up, the bathwater flowing yellowly out of his black pubic hairs. He threw one leg over the edge of the tub, keeping the other dipped in the water.
"I'm watching it," she purred, her eyes fixed on the softened shaft of his cock.
He shoved the mouth of the bottle under the sink. She tweaked the head of his prick, almost making him lose his balance.
"Hey, easy," he chuckled. "We don't want to make me lose control here."
He yanked up, jerking the cap off the bottle. A small amount of white foam crept out over the bottle's brown mouth.
"Here. Do mine; too," she said, her fingers still locked around the head of his prick.
He bent down and took the bottle from her, then hooked it under the edge of the sink. The cap came off with a loud, fizzing pop.
Thompson jammed the mouth of his bottle firmly against his lips and took a deep swig.
"Watch," said Wendy.
She stood up and shoved the bottle between her thighs. Ben stared into her twat as she twisted the mouth of the bottle around the opening of her vagina. A small amount of pussy juice flowed down the bottle's side.
"You're getting the idea," said Ben. "How's 'bout I eat you out a little?"
"Oh, please," she gasped. She leaned to one side and planted a small hand firmly against the tiled bathroom wall. She lifted a leg, and planted the sole of a wet, bare foot against the edge of the tub.
He slid along the wet, slippery bottom of the tub, positioning himself between her outspread legs. He slowly raised himself up, clamping his hands firmly against the tops of her bare, wet thighs.
She groaned loudly as he pressed his lips to the hps of her cunt. He was instantly intoxicated by the taste of come and urine on the pink, pulsating passion meat.
He sucked the wrinkled folds of flesh into his mouth. She jammed her twat against his face. His tongue slipped into her pussy hole, and he pressed the wet, meaty tip against the pulsating walls of her twat.
He slowly slid his hands around to the cheeks of her ass and spread them wide apart.
"Oh! Finger me," she cried passionately.
He pulled one hand off her ass cheeks and thrust it between her thighs. She shrieked, her cry echoing off the bathroom walls, as he rode two fingers into her cunt hole.
His lips quickly fastened themselves to the top of her pussy. He groped with his tongue for the hard mound of her clit under its protective sheath. She bent forward with a grunt as he rammed his tongue meat down hard on it.
Her body began to tremble. Come juice spewed out of her cunt hole, slowly filling his mouth.
She tore her twat off his face. His fingers went skidding out of her pussy hole.
"Oh, that was great!" She slowly sank back into the water, gasping.
Thompson ran the tip of his tongue over his come and piss stained lips. He slid down in the tub, spreading his legs apart.
She took a deep swig off her beer, then plunked the bottle down by the side of the tub.
"I have to piss again," she purred.
"Yeah. On me," Thompson grunted.
He slid down in the water, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. She straddled his seated form, pressing her knees against his shoulders.
"Here goes," she laughed.
She spread her thighs apart a bit more and let a flood of urine splash over his face. He gasped as the warm, salty liquid slid over his skin. A few drops of the urine splashed off his chin and pelted his torso. She stepped back, and let the remainder of her pee splash onto his chest.
She sat back down. Thompson picked himself up.
"Are you ready?" he breathed, grasping the softened shaft of his cock. "Come on, do it to me," she sighed. She leaned her head back. Thompson pointed the head of his prick right at the center of her face and let fly with his urine. The dark-yellow liquid splashed over the bridge of her nose and yellowed her pretty white cheeks. Some of the yellow outpouring crossed her lips. She parted her lips and lapped the pee into her mouth with her tongue.
Thompson shook the last few drops of urine out of the shaft of his cock. She darted up a hand, and tweaked the softened shaft between her fingers.
"Let's fuck some more," she grunted.
His penis became erect at the sound of her voice. She stood up slowly, and turned herself around.
"Why not put it in my asshole?" she breathed, bending over the edge of the tub.
"It's a little too difficult this way," said Thompson hoarsely. "Ill step out-you just stay the way you are."
He quickly stepped out of the tub, the yellow bathwater lapping over the white porcelain sides. She bent forward, her ass cheeks spreading.
Thompson positioned himself behind her. He clamped his hands over her ass.
He slowly pushed the bridge of his nose between the cheeks of her ass, then extended his tongue.
She shrieked with passion as he pressed the wet, meaty flesh against the pink tenderness of her asshole. He slid the tip in, and worked it around in a slow circle.
He snaked his other hand between the backs of her outspread thighs and rode two fingers into her cunt hole. She started to tremble. He pulled his face away from her ass, and pulled his fingers out of her pussy.
He stood up, and stepped over to the medicine cabinet.
"What are you doing?" she asked, a note of desperate lust in her voice.
"Vaseline," he grunted. "Makes it go in easy."
She straightened up as he shut the door to the medicine cabinet. She pulled the jar of vaseline out of his hands, and planted her bare ass on the edge of the tub.
"I want to do that," she murmured.
She quickly unscrewed the cap of the jar, then scooped up a huge gob of the greenish jelly. He thrust his hardened prick at her. She cooed soflty as she drew her greased fingers over the taut male flesh.
She put an extra dab at the tip of the head. She handed him the jar and stood up.
"I'm going to put some on you, too," he said, shoving his fingers into the jar.
He twirled the greenish jelly around two fingers, then shoved his hand between the walls of her ass crack. She grunted as he pressed the vaseline over her asshole.
"Okay," she said. "Stick it in me!"
He grasped her bare waist, sliding the shaft of his cock down her ass. The greased head pressed against the pink tender flesh of her anus.
He thrust forward. His cock head pushed aside the flesh, and slipped in.
"Oh, God, owwww!" she screamed out.
He froze, the head of his cock just inside her asshole.
"Are you okay?" he grunted.
"Yes, I'm fine. Go ahead, stick it in me."
He pushed forward. The greased shaft of his prick rode into her rectum. He bent himself over her naked back, and shoved his hands over her breasts.
She groaned loudly as he sank his fingers into the .small gobs of breast flesh. She started to tremble, moving her impaled ass around in a slow, circular motion.
He slid a hand down to her pussy hairs and groped for the top of her cunt. He found her clit, and her asshole quickly tightened roughly around the shaft of his greased cock. He started to slide his prick slowly in and out of the warm, fleshy tightness. They climaxed together, their shrieks of passion bouncing off the walls of the bathroom.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mark could tell that Terri was horny. Her whole body seemed to quiver with lust with every movement she made. Even her ass seemed to be in motion as she pushed open the door to Mark's friend's apartment.
Mark walked over to the couch and sat himself down on its seat. He looked up at her with uncertain eyes.
"I don't like this idea of yours. It amounts to screwing the clients," she said.
"Oh, but don't you think it's only fair," she purred, sitting down next to him.
"No, I don't. Adding to the rent because of loss of revenues-that will be a hard one for you to get."
"Not if you help me, darling." Her voice was soft and seductive, but with a core of firmness.
"I really don't know if I want to do that," he said doubtfully.
She thrust her hand into his crotch. He decided that she had magic in her fingers-even through the cloth of his slacks, the touch of her hand made him furious with lust.
"Yeah. I don't want to talk about it now," he heard himself say.
She slowly drew her hand out of his crotch and stood up.
"Why don't you take my clothes off?" she said, her voice dripping with lust. She spread her arms out wide on either side of her.
"Okay," he grunted. All he could think of now was her naked flesh.
He stepped behind her, and seized the tongue of the zipper in back of her dress. She wriggled her hips as he slinked the zipper down. She raised her arms, and he pulled off the garment. She wriggled again as the top dropped to her waist, sendng the garment snaking down to her ankles.
"Good! You're not wearing a slip," he said.
"Why make things harder?" she asked.
He answered her by roughly unhooking her bra and jerking it off her large, round breasts. He shoved both arms forward, scissoring her half-naked form and slapping his palms over her hardened, long, red nipples.
She pressed her bare shoulder blades against him and murmured with passion.
"Now, don't forget about the rest of my clothes," she said softly.
"Couldn't forget that," he chuckled.
He hooked his fingers under the elastic waistband of her briefs and jerked them down her legs. He gasped at the sight of the cheeks - of her naked ass.
He stepped back as the undergarment dropped down to her ankles. She stepped out of it, and started to walk into the bathroom.
"Don't come in dressed," she purred, closing the door tightly behind her.
He quickly wriggled out of his clothes and dashed in. She was standing" on tiptoe when he entered, her nipples pressed against the plastic of the shower curtain. She was hooking the enema bag to the shower curtain rod.
"How about an enema?" she beamed at him.
Mark's stiff prick got even harder at the suggestion. Without a word, he stretched himself out on the bathroom rug and turned on his left side.
She turned the shower head to the opened, rubbery mouth of the enema bag and clamped the tube shut. She turned on the water and grinned as the sleek, shiny surface of the bag swelled.
Mark stretched himself out on his left side. She rubbed some vaseline over the plastic end of the tube, then shoved it into his rectum.
She jumped up, and quickly opened the clamp.
The water roared down the tube and splashed into his ass. He sighed, and his prick became erect as the water flowed over his prostaste.
She dropped down beside him and curled her fingers around the base of the shaft of his cock. She squeezed hard, then stared at him with cold eyes.
"Let's discuss that settlement," she hissed.
"Wha, what are you talking about?" he stammered. "Now! When we're-"
"Right now. I want a verbal agreement from you about the rent increases."
"Hey, go get fucked. Itold you we'd discuss that-"
"And I told you we'd discuss it now," she said. "Unless you want to float away-" He started to reach behind him for the tube.
She grasped his wrist.
"Now, you know what that would do to the bathroom," she purred.
The pleasurable sensation the water caused was becoming a feeling of dangerus bloating.
"Look," he cried, an anxious whine of desperation in his voice, "let's cut this shit out now! Get me off this thing!"
He again tried to reach for the tube. The water had filled his bowels completely, and the pain was more than he could take. Groaning, he pulled his arm back into place.
"Now. About that agreement," she said cruelly.
"Get this goddamned thing out!" he roared. "Do you agree?"
A hot stab of pain tore through his intestines. Groaning, he hissed back at her.
"Yes, I agree. Get this thing off of me, right now!"
She jerked the tube out of his ass. He jumped to his feet, the water flowing out from between the crack of his ass. He plunked himself down on the toilet. She darted out of the bathroom and closed the door tightly shut behind her.
He quickly emptied himself and very angrily tore out of the bathroom. She held a small tape recorder to his face.
"This is our agreement. Edited, of course," she sneered.
"Tell the judge," he muttered, quickly, struggling into his clothes.
She giggled to herself as he stormed out of the apartment.
Dinner was quick that night. Mark ate rapidly. There was no doubt what Lisa had on her mind.
Social niceties took place, and with the inevitable results. Mark and Lisa were soon stretched out on his friend's large, double bed.
He watched as her naked torso rose up and down in rhythm with her heavy breathing. His body was covered with sweat.
"Damn," she said, sitting up quickly. "I wish to hell I could enjoy this more."
"What's pissing you off?" he asked.
"That Thompson bitch! Imagine, firing me."
"Let me tell you something, honey." Mark's eyes narrowed down to thin slits. A dark scowl crossed his handsome face.
She tensed, sensing his anger. She stared at him, waiting for him to continue.
"She fucked me over good, yesterday. Got a verbal agreement out of me that will really screw the tenants."
"Damn, I hate to see her win," snarled Lisa. "What did she do?"
"Got me in an enema. Damn! I was helpless."
"You could get her back you know," purred Lisa.
"How? I can't even use Harry's place-he's coming back tomorrow."
"That's even better," Lisa purred. 'Then the two of you could-" Mark's face brightened evilly. "Yeah! Of course!"
"One thing, though."
"Yes? What is that?"
"I want to watch. Do you think you could arrange it?"
"You can bet your sweet ass," he chuckled. "Besides, I'm sure that Harry would just love to meet you."
Lisa flipped over so that she was lying on her stomach. She snaked a hand into his crotch, and curled her fingers tightly around the softened shaft of his cock.
"Oh! Your prick is sleepy," she purred. "I'll wake him up."
She slid forward, hooking her chin over the firm, masculine flesh of his thigh. She pressed the point of her chin against the wrinkled sac of his scrotum, then opened her mouth wide.
She shot her tongue, out and flicked the softened shaft in between her parted, sensuous lips. She sucked, and felt the member quickly growing longer in the hot, horny warmth of her mouth.
Mark bent over and pressed his fingers firmly against the supple flesh of her bare shoulders. She quivered with sensual delight at the touch, and cooed as she felt the head of his cock slamming against the roof of her mouth.
She jerked her mouth out of his crotch and stretched herself out on the bed. She pressed her shoulder blades to the softness of the mattress. He stretched himself out beside her, his prick standing straight up from his crotch.
"Well," she grinned, turning her head to one side.
"Well, well," he chuckled, gesturing to his prick.
She picked herself up and straddled him, planting her bare feet firmly on either side of his naked waist. He lifted his head and shoulders up and tightly grasped her bare sides.
She groaned loudly as he pulled her down onto him. The head of his cock rode in between the swollen, come-wet lips of her pussy. She sat, and gasped as the head slammed into the rear wall of her cunt.
She bent forward. He craned his neck, and brushed his lips against a hardened, brown-button nipple. She bent lower, crushing the flesh of her breast against his mouth.
He started to work his hips around. She moved in rhythm, groaning as the cheeks of her ass pressed against the tops of his thighs.
"Hey," Mark gasped, "turn yourself around."
She planted her hands into the come-stained sheet and raised herself up. With a sigh, she slowly rotated her seated, naked form until her back was to his face.
"Great!" he gasped. "Most people would knock me out with a move like that."
"You and I are not most people," she murmured.
' "Oh," he gruntingly replied, "A Cummings fan, huh?"
"How would a lawyer know anything about Cummings?"
"The same way Cummings would know about lawyers," he chuckled.
He shot his hands up and clamped his fingers firmly over her breasts. He groaned at the feel of her nipples digging into the sweaty skin of his palms. He tugged, dragging her back down onto his torso.
"Flip us over," she grunted.
He slid his hands off her breasts and tightly grasped her bare sides. He waited until he felt her shoulder blades pressing against his chest. Then he slowly turned on his side, keeping the head of his prick pressed firmly against the rear wall of her cunt.
She rolled with the direction indicated by the pressure of his hands. He was soon stretched out over her naked back, his prick curved into her pussy hole. She extended her arms, bending at the elbows. Her hands dug into the mattress as she raised herself up.
Mark was now crouched behind her, bent over her naked back. He shoved his hands under her torso, and clamped his fingers firmly over her large, round breasts.
He scissored her nipples between his impassioned fingers. She started to work "her impaled twat around. He drew the shaft of his cock half-way out, then rammed it back in.
"Grab my clit," she grunted.
He slid his hand down the smooth, white plane of her stomach and ploughed his fingers through her blond pussy pelt. She gasped at the feel of his fingertips on her twat meat.
He quickly found her clit, and pushed aside the tiny flap of female flesh covering the hardened little organ of pleasure. Her body began to tremble violently. The walls of her cunt began to contract and suck at his invading cock.
He thrust forward, and his prick started to jerk violently inside her. The feel of the swollen head slamming against the pulsating walls of her twat made her orgasm roar. In her mind, a bomb was slowly dropping to the earth. As the bomb got closer and closer to the ground, her orgasm rose. The bomb hit. Her orgasm exploded. She leaned her head back and let out a long, low wail of animal passion.
His prick began to jerk violently inside her. Hot gobs of semen splashed heavily against her vaginal walls. She sank down to the mattress as he dragged his cock out of her pussy.
She sat up slowly, dragging herself over to the edge of the bed.
"Let's take a break in the living room," she said. "Yeah. Jesus, you do wear me out!"
He watched her naked ass disappear out of the doorway, then climbed off the bed and followed her into the living room.
She settled her naked ass into the couch. He sat down beside her and draped an arm over the backrest of the couch. She leaned against him as he trailed his fingertips over her bare shoulders.
"Now. How are we going to arrange this?" she asked.
"Well, I have to be at my office-say, I'll bet Harry's home now."
He jumped up from the couch and dashed over to her phone.
"You don't mind if I call from here, do you?" he asked, one hand on the receiver.
"No. But leave a dime under the phone.
That's my new rule-until I get a better job."
"Any job, you mean," he chuckled. He stepped away from the phone and walked into the bedroom.
"Hey, I didn't mean that you should do it now," she laughed.
"Might forget later," he called back.
He fished a dime out of a pants pocket and walked back into the living room. He grinned as he shoved the dime under the phone.
"Send your next phone bill to my office," he said. "This one will be worth it."
The phone rang twice. He flashed a 'vee for victory' sign at her when his friend picked up the receiver.
"Hi, Mark," called a familiar voice. "Nice of you to welcome me back."
"Hello, Harry. How was the trip?"
"Oh, the usual. Got wet, like always. Oh, I managed to take care of some business, too. Now you won't have to worry about defending me."
"Harry, there is no defending you. I've told you that a bunch of times."
They talked for a few minutes. Mark turned, and saw Lisa sitting expectantly at the edge of the couch.
"Oh, and Harry. There's something I'd like you to do for me."
Lisa grinned broadly as Mark hung up the phone. He sat down next to her, and again curled his arm tightly over her bare shoulders.
"One thing puzzles me," he said. "Whenever Harry's been out getting laid, he doesn't call it that. He calls it 'getting wet'. What do you think he meant by that?"
"I'm sure you know," purred Lisa. "Water stuff. Like you and Terri, me and Ben."
"You and who?"
"Ben. Ben Thompson. That's why I got fired, like you hadn't bothered to ask me. I was getting it on with him, and-"
"And the old lady found out, huh?"
"Ooh, that's a shit-eating grin! Yeah, that's what happened. So here I am, and here are you."
"That's just where I want to be," chuckled Mark.
Lisa showed up at Harry's the next morning. Her ring had gotten him out of bed.
"Good morning," he said sleepily. "You must be Lisa."
"That's me," she said. "And you're Harry?"
"Well, I was when I went to bed last night," he chuckled. "Say, I've just gotten up. Why don't you sit yourself down somewhere while I get myself ready?"
He darted out of the room, his opened pants flapping around his waist. Lisa picked up a magazine, then dropped it as she heard him filling the tub.
"Are you taking a bath?" she called out.
"Yeah. Why?" came the sleepy reply.
"Oh, just asking. Most men like to take showers in the morning."
"Well, I like to take baths."
She stood up, feeling her lusts boiling over. Unlike most women, she was terribly horny in the morning. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her shoulders, then draped it over the back of a nearby chair.
She pulled her slacks down her sensuous legs and stepped out of them. She left the garments in a crumpled heap on the living room floor, then walked into the bathroom.
Harry gasped loudly at the sight of her
panty-clad state of undress. His eyes were filled with the sight of her small gobs of breasts.
"Hi. Want some company in there," she purred.
"Please be my guest," said Harry, picking himself up out of the tub. His cock head barely cleared the water before his penis shot straight out from his crotch.
"Take my pants off," she purred.
"Aren't you old enough to undress yourself?" he chuckled.
"Yes. Pull my panties down."
He hooked his fingers under the elastic waistband of her briefs and jerked then down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, raising one leg high. The head of his prick quivered at the sight of the exposed flesh of her twat.
He slid over to the faucet side of the tub, gesturing grandly to the smooth back wall. She stepped into the tub, sat down and stretched out her legs.
Harry's eyes were fixed on the swollen, submerged hps of her cunt. She squeezed, and let a stream of urine flow into the tub.
"Far, out!" gasped Harry. He seized the base of the shaft of his cock and grunted.
"You can't piss while you're erect," chuckled Lisa. "Better just stick it in me."
She lifted a leg and hooked her ankle over the edge of the tub. She lifted her other leg, planting her bare foot firmly against the tiled bathroom wall.
Harry slid his cock right into her pussy hole, gasping at the feel of her tight walls against the skin of his prick. He shot out his arms and clamped his fingers firmly over her breasts.
He shot his load into her after making her come with his fingers on her clit.
"Piss it up," she chuckled, as he dragged the shaft out from between her pussy lips.
He sat up, sliding his ass along the slippery bottom of the tub. She laughed as she watched a stream of urine flow out of the head of his prick.
Mark came by around noon, as they were seated on the couch. He grinned at them.
"Okay. Terri's on her way here."
They got up, and hid themselves in the bedroom. Mark settled himself into the couch, sipping at a beer. He rose casually to his feet when the doorbell rang.
Of course, Terri was all smiles. She was so glad he had decided to continue seeing her.
They sat back on the couch together, sipping at their drinks. Their glasses hit the coffee table at the same time. Mark curled his arms around her. His lips found hers, and they locked themselves into a long, wet kiss.
"Want to go into the bathroom?" he said.
"Please," she murmured.
EPILOGUE Judge Samuels knew it was going to be a bad day the moment he woke up. His stomach was aching. It took a good hour-and-a half for him to get himself together for the day's session in court.
And his cases didn't help his mood. He found himself wishing that people lived in grass huts, or shacks. That way, there would never be any real estate cases for him to handle.
The day's roster consisted of nothing else.
Mr. Dayton's eviction was upheld. Mr. Johnson's landlord got fined. By lunchtime, his head was filled with realtor's jargon. It seemed to him that the only sounds he could hear were those made by the whining voices of the defense attorneys.
With a grunt, he turned his attention to the Thompson rent-strike case. He grumbled as he read the first of the documents, the lawyer's statements. He read Thompson's lawyer's statement next, and sat straight up in amazement. The two lawyers seemed to agree on every point in the case.
He pushed the papers aside and downed a banana and yogurt lunch. Feeling his stomach settle somewhat, he stepped back into the courtroom.
He smiled at the familiar sound of the baliff s voice.
"All rise," the man called out hoarsely.
He sat down behind the bench to the sound of folding chairs slamming open.
A strange group of people stepped up to the bench. He recognized Thompson, and his wife, from the pictures on the newscast. The other faces were quite new to him.
"Have these people any bearing on the case," he rumbled, gesturing to the grinning faces of Lisa and Wendy.
"No, your Honor," said Mark. "Then have them leave the area," Samuels grumbled.
Mark began to present his case. Samuels read the documents. Long years of practice enabled him to concentrate both on the lawyer and the briefs at the same time.
Mark stepped back, and Terri approached the bench. She read off her case, and Samuel's face turned beet-red with anger.
"Is this some kind of joke?" he roared.
Thompson stood behind the two lawyers, a confused look on his face. Samuels turned his enraged attention to him.
"You! You're supposed to be the complaintant! Don't you have anything to say about this nonsense?"
"I, uh, what, uh, what is wrong, your honor?" Thompson stammered.
"These briefs! It seems that both lawyers are asking for the same thing. I'll put it to you. Restoration of services with no penalties for the tenants."
Thompson turned his gaze to Terri. She shook her head vigorously yes.
"Oh, uh, that will be fine with me, your Honor," he said.
Samuels leaned over the bench. His eyes were flashing with rage. "Look! In all my years on this bench I have never witnessed such a flagrant violation of court time. Get out of here, your case is dismissed! Get out of my courtroom!"
The newly re-hired Lisa followed behind as they left. They stopped outside the court building.
"Why not go up to my place," she said. "We can sit around and have a really good time."
"I don't know," Terri began. Wendy scowled also.
"Come on," said Mark with a grin. "It will be nice. Now that the war is over-" He let his words trail off and hailed a cab. The cab driver grumbled about carrying five passengers in a cab designed for four. But Thompson flashed a ten at him, and winked.
The driver's expression changed as if by magic. He beamed brightly, and waved them into the back seat.
They piled out in front of Lisa's building. They pushed their way into her apartment, and draped themselves over her furniture.
"Well," said Lisa, stepping towards the center of the room, "here we all are."
