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   MRWADE.297 By Master Wade

   Desert Heat

   Kouros and Barbara

   Chapter Sixteen

   I wasn't sure that we'd be able to coax Kouros into pissing

   on my girl.  He'd made no signs of needing it.  In fact, he'd made

   no signs of anything except contentment, since my girl sucked

   his cock earlier that morning.  But I led him into the bathroom

   anyway, hoping that he'd get the message and be cooperative.

   Since it is always my custom to give my girl my morning

   piss, and as many others as I can reasonably give her during the

   course of a day, I went first, and let her kneel in the tub to

   take my penis in her mouth.  Monitoring the flow, I released my

   stream into her, letting her swallow it all down into her belly.

   I know that it did not escape her attention that it was mixing

   there with my cum and dog cum.  I expect she also was

   anticipating, as I certainly was, what else would soon be mixed

   there with the cum and piss.

   I took a long piss, for I was full, and my girl got all of

   it.  I had considered pulling out and pissing on her, hoping to

   encourage Kouros, but his excellent sense of smell made that

   unnecessary.  He knew I was pissing in her, and he pranced

   around, nervously, feeling some need of his own.  He's a copy

   cat, though I'd never call him that to his face.

   I had my pretty Cuban wife lay back in the tub and helped

   Kouros get into position.  All I had to do was begin helping him

   lift his leg and he immediately began pissing on her, his yellow

   dog piss coating her legs and belly.  I loved seeing piss on her

   legs and was happy that most of his piss went there.  I had none

   left to put on her and Barbara was not going to aim for anything

   below her neck if I could help it.  Watching the dog piss on her

   in the bathroom made me hard, and I resolved to see it more

   often.  Finally he was done, and I let him out of the bathroom,

   closing the door after his exit.  I briefly considered letting

   him fuck her ass, but Barbara was taking her panties off, and my

   attention was drawn back to the present.  I smiled.  Barbara was

   wearing a kotex belt.  I'd not seen one of them in a long time.

   She began lowering the belt and the pad and it quickly became

   obvious that she had not been exagerating the extent of her

   flow.  I watched my girl's eyes and saw them grow smoky with

   lust.  Barbara reached for paper to wrap the pad in.

   "No, Barbara...just lay it on the counter for now.  Don't

   dispose of it yet," I said.

   "Si...if you wish, Senor," she said.  She was now naked, and

   as always, beautiful.

   "Are you going to be able to piss for my wife?", I asked

   the pretty Mexican girl.

   "Si, Senor.  How shall I do it for you?"

   "The whore will lay down in the tub so that you can kneel

   over her face, Barbara," I said, explaining.  "Aim your piss

   stream at her mouth and try to get as much inside it as you can.

   If you splash some on her face and neck and tits it is okay, but

   feed her as much as you can.  If she chokes, you may want to give

   her a second to recoup, but as soon as she opens her mouth

   again, feed her more.  She wants your piss in her belly."

   "You are sure, Senor?", Barbara asked.  The question wasn't

   really for me, I knew.  I sat on the edge of the tub for a

   moment and spoke with my dog-piss-coated piece of property.

   "You do understand what I am expecting of you, don't you,

   Maria?", I asked, softly.  "And you know I love you, don't

   you?"

   "Of course I know, Master.  You know me...the things you

   said to her were all the truth, Master.  I want this very much."

   "You're a whore," I said, leaning forward to kiss her

   mouth.  I could faintly taste urine on her lips.  I got up and

   allowed Barbara to take her place in the tub with my naked slut.

   I'd watched women piss in my slave's mouth before, and I

   always found it erotic as hell.  I lowered the lid and took a

   seat, stroking my cock as Barbara straddled my wife's face and

   held her pussy lips open with her fingers.  Her face assumed a

   look of concentration, and the piss began streaming forth out of

   her cunt.  The first stream was a little weak and hit my girl on

   the neck just under her chin.  But as the Mexican girl relaxed

   her bladder and let more piss out the stream strengthened in

   intensity and her aim improved.  Maria eagerly caught it with

   her mouth, moving her head slightly to center the stream against

   her tongue.  She's a piss drinking girl, my slave.

   Barbara needed the release more than she had realized, I

   think, and it took long enough that I could have come, had I

   wanted to.  But there was more to follow, and I didn't want to

   miss that.  She stopped completely at one point, and I assumed

   she was done, but no sooner had I decided that than she began

   again, a full stream of steamy girl piss that hit my naked

   whore's nose and then began pouring into her mouth again.  That

   stream lasted for what seemed like a very long time, and then

   ended just as abrubtly as it had begun.  When she turned and

   looked at me, her expression now one of concern again, I knew

   she was through.

   Maria licked her lips, and seeing the questioning look

   again on Barbara's face, spoke to her as she put her hands on the

   girl's ass and urged it forward toward her head.

   "I want it, honey.  I really do.  I can smell it and see it,

   and I tasted it in your piss.  Your piss was laced with it,

   tainted with it, colored with it, and it's in my belly now.  I

   want more, baby.  I want all of it.  Let me clean you."

   Barbara had never been told anything like that before,

   especially not by someone as beautiful and precious as my girl.

   The look on her face changed immediately to one of desire, and I

   could see her nipples hardening into little stones.  She let my

   girl move her body forward until her red tinted and menstrual

   flow coated cunt was right at her mouth.

   Maria's tongue slipped between her lips, and she raised

   her head to allow herself to reach the pussy.  The fluids that

   coated these cunt lips was not weakened by piss, but was rich

   and full strength, the life-blood of the Mexican girl's womb,

   life but not life, blood but not blood, waste but not waste.

   There was nothing more feminine than this, nothing more womanly,

   nothing more disrepected or neglected, nothing less often taken

   into the mouth of another human or swallowed into the belly.  And

   my girl licked it up with her tongue.

   I watched my wife's tongue reddened by the flow and then

   saw it disappear into her mouth.  I saw her throat work and then

   saw the tongue re-emerge, clean and pink again and hungry for

   more.  She wiped it through the nasty slit again getting more,

   and I watched as she savored it inside her mouth, wanting to

   know this experience as fully as possible whether it was

   pleasurable or not...wanting to do it...to submit to it...to eat

   it and taste it and smell it and swallow it.

   My cock had a mind of it's own, and when the Cuban whore

   pressed her mouth fully against the mentrual fluid leaking hole

   of the kneeling slut, and I saw the red juices on her lips and

   above her lip and on her chin and watched as she licked at her

   lips to taste it, the cum screamed out of my cock into the air,

   a huge glob of it landing in the floor between my feet.  I jerked

   my cock fast, my eyes locked on the naked Cuban vampirish whore

   who ate even more feverishly because I was coming, and shot

   another stream of Master fuck out into the air when the Mexican

   girl grabbed my wife's head and pulled it tight against her red

   cunt and began fucking her hips, as if she wanted to coat her

   whole face with it, which she nearly succeeded in doing.

   I groaned and grunted and jerked and shot cum, my fist

   flying and milking cock, masturbating like a crazed teenage boy,

   and nothing could have stopped me from it at that moment.  I was

   lost in what was happening, completely absorbed by the

   incredible and unthinkably nasty service my girl was performing

   for me before my eyes for the very first time.  I could smell

   piss and cunt juice and cum and the bloody strings of mentrual

   fluid that now painted my whore's face, and I reached under my

   ass and wiped my finger against my anus, quickly sticking it

   under my nose so that I could add that smell to those that hit

   me with such force.  I was still coming, and could hardly

   believe it.  There seemed to be no end to the eruptions which

   racked my body...these were whores...NO!, they were more than

   whores...these were angels of passion who had gladly donned the

   garb of the devil for me...to make my cum shoot..to please ME!!

   Barbara fell back in the tub and began rubbing herself

   furiously with both hands, as if she would tear her cunt from

   between her legs.  The cum had stopped shooting out of me now,

   though my cock was still hard, and I grabbed the soaked napkin

   from the counter and knelt beside the tub quickly.  I grabbed the

   Cuban girl by the hair and pulled her head back, squeezing the

   napkin into a ball with my other hand, milking the fluids out of

   it over her mouth and making the red juice leak out into her.

   Her hand flew to her cunt and she shoved two fingers into

   herself.  I squeezed the napkin until it was dry and then pushed

   it against her lips so that she could suck at it, and then

   tossed it aside and pressed my mouth against hers in a wild

   french kiss, my now free hand moving to join her's between her

   legs.

   I could taste the menstrual fluids as I kissed my wife,

   holding her head back by her hair, forcing my tongue into her

   with the same urgency and heated desire that I now worked my

   fingers into her cunt beside her own.  My cock was still hard,

   and as my whore humped her hips up into the air, fucking the

   four fingers that were inside her, I hunched at the side of the

   tub, bruising my veined invader against the porcelain walls of

   the fixture.  I could hear the Mexican cunt coming, her moans

   and grunts and whimpers lusty and Latin sounding, an animal

   unleashed.

   I tore my mouth away from the tastes and scents it craved

   and shouted at the Mexican girl, my hips pumping, another load

   of cum begging it's way through my body.

   "Ass!  Give us some ass!", I shouted at her, nearly at the

   top of my voice.  I licked at my whore's face and shoved the

   fingers into her with cruel jabs which shook her entire body.

   The Mexican girl pulled her legs back and shoved a finger up her

   asshole, working it hotly as if she'd been greased and prepped.

   Then she leaned forward and pushed the finger into my girl's

   mouth.  I put my lips against the finger and mouth quickly,

   wanting to share the smell and taste.  The Mexican pulled her

   finger out and shoved it back into her ass again, getting us

   more, while I french kissed Cuban whore and tasted and smelled

   at her lips.  And cum came and cock jerked and tongue came out to

   meet finger and lips and hips fucked and whore's screamed and

   grunted until finally there was no more lust left in Arizona.

   Not even in my whore.

   Continued in Chapter Seventeen....