Chapter 2
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.