Chapter 4
"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.