A Leak Outside
I started to drink about 11pm. There were still 2 hours left before Cuy's time
under the crawl space would expire. I was beginning to feel bad about then. Just
why did I mistreat my little woman the way I just had, I didn't really know?
She surely loved me, but she still would not often obey me or fullfill all my
frequent requests to her. It made me feel really pissed off, it did. For that,
she certainly deserved those 24 hours of subspace timeout I had given her below
the house, yet I still felt somewhat guilty for abusing her in this manner.
Subspace, what a stupid term! Cuy wasn't a subhuman. She wasn't really all that
submissive either. Of course, the crawl space could certainly be classified as
subterranean! A grim smile came to my face as I reflected on this. I continued
to drink my quart of cheap beer. And Cuy was my little guinea pig... below in
her tight little subterranean crawlspace clutching dirt.
I was getting pissy thinking about my little girl. Bloated and pissy. And my
breath began to sour and ferment. I probably couldn't really get my Texas Pride
to function too well tonight with all this beer in me. But certainly I was
needing to take a leak. And Cuy would need a bath after her Springtime passage.
I thought, it's stupid to go take a leak now in the bathroom toilet, and
continue to wait until one o'clock to see my little dirthog. Why not give Cuy a
break on the time at least?
Walking throught the door I was grateful that the temp had begun to cool off
again. A hot shower might even feel good to poor Cuy now? I walked towards the
hole on the side of the house that opened into darkness below.
"Cuy! Hey, Cuy! It's me. Are you still alive in there?" I certainly hoped so! It
already smelled of dead cat below. No need to add to the stink.
"Cuy, hurry up. Time's up, Girl. Let's go!"
A shadow began to stir in the opening to Cuy's hole. And Cuy began to come
through doubled over, all like a dirty ball. Boy did she smell like dead animal.
Her hair was matted and dirt covered with dust and sticks.
She crept out head first, and then started to rise up to her feet, but my hand
quickly came out to restrain her.
"Sorry, Baby. Let me clean you off some." And I grabbed her by the hair. "Now
look up at me straight, and keep the body down. Face up now."
It had been dark, but the neighbor's light was on once again. And a star or two
twinkled dimly in the sky. I unzipped myself, and crowed... "Cuy, if you are
thirsty or just want to show your love, open your mouth."
I looked downward, but Cuy had not appeared to have heard any of my request to
her. Oh well. With one hand I held her, and with my other I pulled a limp noodle
forth through my now unzipped fly. As the pressure in my pisser below began to
rise, I took my aim. Cuy had now opened her target quite wide for me. She was
taking no chances about staying out yet another night in the crawl space. Her
mouth awaited my leak of stale beer.
First it started with a timid burst, but then a trickle, but still I continued
dribbling urine until her mouth began to overflow with the hot stream. Stop.
And then the void began to flow again, this time with force. I began to wash off
both her face and her hair with my hose. And then I aimed for down lower on her
chest. I looked towards the neighbor's window light as my flow continued its off
and on dribble. I had to stop at last, so I put the wet little guy back in my
pants. Damn! I had wet some on myself.
"You stupid asshole", I muttered to myself.
Shit, this felt so awkward and stupid, and I didn't really want to do anything
much more with Cuy tonight. I grabbed my little doll with both hands, and then
I fell forward and to the side, taking her down with me into the grass. I loved
dirtyness, and with Cuy's time underneath t5he crawl space, and the wet pee, we
both certainly now felt it. I rolled with her into the grass held together
tight, and clutched her unclothed wet filth to me. She didn't really want to
acknowledge my presence by looking into my face, but I wasn't letting her get
away with it. After drinking a whole quart of beer and with this light buzz, I
was now in no mood to let her make me feel bad about giving out any of her
punishment. Wet, slimy, and dirty, she turned me on even in my drunken state.
That's why I love her so.
"cuy. You know I love you despite how I just treated you so bad. I had to piss
on you to clean you off. Now, all I want to do is just kiss you, Babe."
And with that, I dug my tongue into her lips and probed past her teeth to the
inside of her mouth. And we kissed and kissed and kissed. Or at least I forced
us to do so. Cuy at first went rigid, but then had to loosen up just a midge to
breathe. I'm sure my breath wasn't the greatest, but who cares? If Cuy did, she
still didn't care to voice her complaint.
I squeeezed her boobs to me, and then played roughly with the points, twisting
and pulling them. If we had made a tad more noise, the neighbors might have
woken up to look out and see what dogs might be out in the night, making such a
ruckus. Howl-ooouuullll.... Bow-wow-wow.... We were both animals, though
the Macho dog, Wacky, now had a limp dick.
"Come on, Sweetheart. Let's go inside and clean you up. And then you can get a
decent rest. I'm not going to fuck with you any more this night."
And the full moon pulled out behind a dense cloud, and lighened up the profile
of the houses in the night. There would be other nights for pleasuring my my
now shrivelled up, and pretty much dead little stick. Big Daddy had turned
himself into Mr. LittleWood, and the beer gut above was a rumbling. Tonight,
all the dogs would be quiet. Poor Cuy needed a rest anyway. And with her
slumped profile at my side, we two entered the house once again together. My
hand holding hers inside of it.
