Chapter 8
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.
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."
"Yes, indeed," chuckled Mark.