Chapter 5
"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."
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"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.