Glenda stroked the strong, soft flanks of the magnificent beast. Mephisto snorted in lust, and Glenda could see the huge organ of the horse slithering from its sheath.
"That's it, " smiled Glenda, feeling her cunt getting red-hot, "Get ready to fuck me!"
Her hands now moved under his belly and between his legs, and closed on the fat cock. It was enormous, much bigger than any human cock she had ever felt.
She wrapped her lithe fingers around the slippery tool and began stroking it, up and down until it was fully erect.
Glenda had to use two hands to grasp it, it was so fat, and she shivered as she wondered how it would feel inside her twat.
Then she dropped to her knees, and brought her mouth to the huge horse cock. She wanted to taste its heady flavor before it forced itself into her willing hole. The moment her lips were on the tip of the dick, the horse began to buck, forcing the dick in and out of her mouth.
"Mmmmm, " was all she could say.
CHAPTER ONE
Glenda Norwood descended the long staircase of her gracious New Jersey home slowly. It was a beautiful fall morning, and she wanted to spend it doing something nice. Perhaps she could persuade her husband, Philip, to join her in a long stroll through the wooded parks of their area, or a ride at their riding club. Phil was so busy these days, working long into the night, and even on week-ends, like this one.
Glenda sighed as she walked through the big living room into the airy, spacious kitchen. She began to fix breakfast. She went to the refrigerator, and took out fruit, and went to the cabinets for bowl and spoon and knife.
As she washed and cut the bright, red fruit, she was struck by its frankly sexual quality. The luscious berries looked like the tips of excited breasts or a hard red clitoris that was throbbing from passion.
She blushed, and her body heated as she worked. Glenda was a lovely looking woman. She was slender and small, with a neat, trim waist, very round buttocks, and ripe breasts. Her hair was soft and dark, and framed her pointed white face. She hadn't yet dressed as she sat in the kitchen of her elegant house, and the only garment that covered her sexy body was a scarlet satin bathrobe, a birthday gift one year from Phil.
Glenda returned to the refrigerator, and took out some thick white cream. She poured it over her berries, thinking of how much it resembled come. "Damn it!" she thought, "it's been too long since I've gotten laid!' She began to eat the sweet fruit, concentrating on the milky smoothness of the cream as it slid easily down her throat, and the hard, sweet nuggets of the berries. She felt it growing damp between her thighs.
She sat there, enjoying the food, and looked out the large picture window. The trees were just beginning to turn, and their russet and golden-tipped leaves swayed in the wind. She surveyed the well-tended lawn, with its neatly manicured hedges and trees. Her eyes rested on Oscar, the Norwood's silky black cat.
She got up from her chair, and opened the sliding glass door that led to the yard. "Oscar, " she called, "here kitty, kitty!" But Oscar ignored the calls of his mistress. He trotted off a ways, seemingly with some real purpose in mind. Glenda laughed, she was so fond of him. "Oscar!" she cried, as the cat scurried off.
Glenda slipped outside quietly to follow him. He moved along on his padded paws until her reached a little clearing in the trees, and then he stood stock-still. Glenda looked in front of her, and saw the reason the cat had been ignoring her calls. A soft gray angora cat named Abbie was standing at the other end of the clearing, and was gazing intently at Oscar. Abbie belonged to the Norwood's neighbors, the Andersens, and Glenda had seen her often prowling about the yard.
The two cats stared for a few minutes, and then Oscar hopped off in hot pursuit of Abbie. She scampered away into the bushes, away from the inquisitive eyes of Glenda.
Glenda listened for the sound of their thrashing about, and very silently set after them. After a moment or two, she pulled away a hedge, and without attracting their attention, she was able to observe the two animals mating.
Oscar had mounted Abbie, and was digging his sharp little claws into her back, and his pointed teeth were on her neck. Abbie was howling and screaming, her body rocking in pain-or was it joy? She yowled, but she didn't seem to be struggling too hard.
After a few minutes of thrusting and wailing, Oscar must have come, for his body stiffened, and his eyes widened, and then he climbed off Abbie's back. The two cats slunk off in opposite directions.
Glenda was shaking and sweating slightly-not so much from her exertion in the garden, as from, well, she had trouble admitting it, even to herself, but she was aroused. The passion of the two animals had triggered off some animal passion within her own, lovely body.
She made her way back to the house, with Oscar close behind. She stroked his head, and his neck, and poured him some cream when they reached the kitchen. His pink tongue darted in and out of the bowl, lapping it up eagerly. "Yes, there's a good kitty, '' she crooned, 'I'll bet you're tired after all that romping about with your lady friends, huh?" Oscar purred, and nuzzled against Glenda.
Glenda-went upstairs, and stripping off her satin robe, slipped into the shower. The hot needles of water made her nipples throb with pleasure, and she arched her back.
She washed her hair with jasmine-scented shampoo, and her body with lemon soap. She worked up a thick and stiff paste with the lather, rubbing it to her skin. She brought the soap down to massage her aching clit, and rubbed it back and forth a few times. Then, she even slid it deep into her cunt, pretending it was a big, hard cock. She rinsed well, and stepped out of the shower.
Shaking off her wet hair, she reached for an enormous, sea-green terrycloth towel, and wrapped it around her naked form. She dusted her skin lightly with baby powder, and went into the bedroom, where her husband Phil was working.
Philip Norwood was a very ambitious young architect. He had married Glenda while still in college, and in the early days of their marriage, couldn't get enough of her sweet, silky twat.
Now, at the age of thirty-one, he had immersed himself deeply in his work. He was sitting now, clad only in a terry-cloth robe, bent over his work table.
He didn't look up when Glenda came in. She came up right behind him, and put her arms around his broad shoulders. "Hi darling." she said.
"Hi."
"What are you doing?"
"Working on the plan for the new playground."
"Let's see-looks good."
"I hope so."
"Phil..."
"Yes, honey?"
"Do you have to work today."
"Well, yes. Why?"
"I thought we might do something together..."
"What, Glenda?"
"Oh, I don't know..." Glenda's voice trailed off, and she started to massage his shoulders and back. He put down his pencil, and closed his eyes.
"Phil?"
"What?"
"Turn around!" Glenda had stripped off the large towel, and stood naked before her husband. Her red nipples quivered, and her white body swayed slightly. Her pussy hair was damp and still smelled of her lemony soap.
She gently reached down with her hands and took on of his hands, and drew it up to her quivering breast.
"Glenda, honey, not now!"
"You always say that!"
"I'm working!"
"You're always working!"
"Later, darling, later."
"Famous last words!" she said, and flung his hand back. She pulled on a pair of blue jeans, and a bright, aqua T-shirt, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind her. Phil sighed, and went back to his work.
Glenda was furious. He never had any time for her any more, that wretch! She didn't even suspect that he was making it with one of the women at his office, not because she trusted him that much, but because he was too damned busy! She had never been unfaithful to him, but maybe this was the time to try it!!
She walked on and on, thinking her angry thoughts, and paying very little attention to where she was going. She looked up, and saw that she was at the home of her best friend, Diane Kummings.
She rang the bell for a long time. Diane appeared at the door, dressed only in her husband's striped cotton shirt.
"Hi, Glenda! Why so glum?"
"Oh, I just had a fight with Phil."
"Well come in and tell me about it."
"Thanks, I will."
"Want some coffee? Croissants?"
"Coffee is fine."
"You dieting?"
"No, no, I've eaten already."
"Now, tell me what's the matter."
"Oh, Diane, Phil just never want to make love anymore. I'm so horny I could die! He never touches me, nothing! Hasn't fucked me for about three weeks!"
"That's too bad! Sure there's no one else?"
"I'm sure! But there will be for me if things don't change a bit!" Diane munched on her croissant, thinking over her friend's problem.
"Look, maybe he just needs a change. Try something kinky!"
"Like what?"
"In the shower, in public, an orgy maybe."
"Diane"!"
"Well, you asked. Do you want a pussycat in your bed, or a lion, honey?"
"A lion I guess..." Glenda's voice trailed off, thinking of Oscar. If all pussycats were like that! He looked like a tiger, that kitty of hers!
"...Glenda, pay attention! This is important!", Diane said. Glenda hadn't even realized her friend was still speaking, so intent was she on her fantasy about the cat. "What were you saying, Diane?"
"I said, lots of men get turned on by watching their wives play with themselves."
"Really."
"Yes, really."
"Oh, I couldn't."
"Yes you could! And should."
"You really think it helps."
"Worked like a charm on Bob."
"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt, could it."
"No!..
"OK, then, I'm going."
"Finish your coffee first. And be sure to tell me everything!" Glenda drained the last of the coffee from her ceramic mug, and headed for the door. She walked home slowly. Diane's idea had seemed silly at first, but maybe...after all, she and Bob seemed to have a good thing going. She reached her yard quickly, ard went into the living room.
She went over to the expensive stereo, and selected a jazz record with a sultry, throbbing beat. She then drew the curtains, so a soft, subdued light filtered through them. She shed her clothes, and leaned back on the black velvet sofa that spanned almost the entire width of the large room.
Glenda opened her legs wide, and began to stroke her body. Her hands went to her cherry-capped tits, and rubbed them until the nipples were once again stiff and hard. The other hand slowly strayed down to her soft white tummy, and moved in slow circles around it.
Then, she moved her hand down to her crotch, and parted the silky black hair between her legs. Her fingers found their way to the bud of her womanhood, the little, rapidly stiffening clit. As she stroked it, she moaned with delight. Her hand found the rhythm, round and round, caressing the lips as they gently parted. She slid a finger into the well-lubricated little passage. Her other hand kept fondling her tits.
Soon, she was writhing around, her hips taking, their "cue from her little hand. Her breath was audible and hoarse, and sweat broke out on her forehead. 'Mmm, this is so nice, " she thought. And her hand kept up its steady, caressing motion.
She was so absorbed that she didn't notice her husband walking into "the room. He had missed her, and was sorry about their quarrel. He had come looking for her before, but she was out, so he went back to his work. When he heard the music coming from the living room, he assumed that she had come in again, and went in search of her once more.
"GLENDA!" he almost yelled, shock and surprise filling his voice. "What in the name of god are you doing there like that? Close your legs! At once! What's come over you?"
"Phil, I ...well, you see, I..." but she dissolved into tears, her body still hot from her unsatisfied passion. "You see, " she continued, "Diane told me that...well, she said that...you...that you might be turned on if you saw me' playing with myself! And I'm so frustrated! You're always too busy, or too tired! It's been weeks! Weeks! I'm going crazy!!" and she broke down and wept.
Her husband felt sorry for his display of temper. He put his arms around her, and started to rub her back. "There, there, I'm sorry honey. You're right, I should be more accommodating of your needs. Sorry I lost my temper for a moment. I was a little shocked, that's all." He rubbed her back, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Then, he leaned over, and kissed her deeply on the lips. Glenda felt her nipples jump to attention again, and she put her hand to the hardening mass between his legs. "Not here" he murmured against her hair, and lifted her in his arms. He carried her up the stairs, and put her gently on the bed.
'Damn, ' she found herself thinking, 'why is he always so tame? So gentle? I feel like a bitch in heat, and I want him to fuck me until I scream and holler and whine for more!'
But Phil, though he loved his wife, was not such a lover. He cared for her in his own way, but he was not given to wild sexual experimentation, or unusual cravings. As a matter of fact, he preferred to have sex once or twice a week at most these days, in a loving, tender way, that involved the giving and receiving of pleasure. But not Glenda. Although he didn't know it, she was as wild as an untamed animal, and was given to unspeakable longings, so perverse she couldn't even name them to herself.
Phil was now tenderly tickling Glenda's breasts. His hands caressed her thighs, and opened them. He stroked her moistening lips, and then prepared to enter her.
"Phil..."
"Yes, love?"
"I want you to, uh..."
"To what, angel?"
"To lick my pussy!!"
"Glenda..." Phil didn't even like it when his wife used words like that. He couldn't imagine where she picked them up. And he had never liked oral sex, not even in the first, halcyon days of their marriage. He looked now at the gleaming parted pussy lips.
"I can't, darling, you know that"
"Why not?"
"It's not that I don't love you, because you know I love you very much, but I just don't enjoy that sort of thing."
"But Phil, it feels so good! Let me do it to you!"
"God, no."
"Please?"
"NO!", and he rolled over away from her, and began to sulk.
"All right, I won't ask anymore. Sorry."
"It's OK."
"Not mad?"
"No." and he embraced her once more, sliding his dick deep within her as he got on top.
It was always the same, she could predict all the moves. The slow strokes that he started with, the familiar sighs, then moans, as he increased the pace. Soon, the little squeals of pleasure, and then, the final thrust, the warm come seeping into her, wetting her walls, and hidden chambers.
Glenda was so bored she could scream. He pushed against her, gently, so gently that she feared she might fall asleep beneath him! The pressure aroused her poor swollen clit, but only because she was so painfully horny already. She experienced a mild orgasm, caused a slight tremor in her body.
Once he felt that his wife had come, Phil came too, just as she might have predicted it. He rolled off of her, and breathed quietly for a few minutes.
He turned to her, saying, "How was that for you?"
"Oh fine", she lied.
"Really, Glenda?"
"Yes."
"I know I can't give you, well, give you what you feel you need from a man. But it isn't that I don't love you. I adore you. I think you're the most wonderful woman in the world, you know that don't you?"
"Yes, I do, Phil." and her eyes filled with easy tears. Why oh why couldn't she be satisfied? What was wrong with her? She had a wonderful, brilliant husband, he loved her, and was good to her. He took her out to elegant restaurants, and vacations to exotic places. He bought her beautiful clothes, a heavy pearl necklace, a solid gold bracelet. And yet, she was not happy. She dreamed of wild, orgiastic sex, of pleasure, of sin.
"Why, Glenda, love, you're crying!" said Phil, and held her while she sobbed. Soon, her tears ceased, and she drifted off to sleep.
In her sleep, Phil noticed that she moaned and groaned a lot. What he didn't know, was that she was dreaming of an enormous black man who sucked her clit until, it was aching and sore. Just as she was about to come, the man in the dream was transformed into Oscar, and he kept licking her cunt with obvious relish. She awoke, covered in a deep, sopping sweat. For the second time that day, Glenda stepped into the shower.
This time, though, instead of letting the water turn on her horny body, and fill her senses, she made the water freezing cold so that her teeth chattered. She was hoping to drown out the flames of the unnatural lust that was consuming her body.
When she had finished, she dressed again, in something prim and proper. She went into the garden, and sat in the sun, reading a book. Phil was upstairs at work. Glenda's nerves were calmed a little from the sex, feeble as it was, and more from the icy shower she had taken. She went into the kitchen, and made herself some lunch.
She brought the cottage cheese and whole wheat toast out onto the patio, and sipped her iced tea. Yes, she was feeling better, much better. She was going to be a better wife to Phil, less demanding, and perverse. She would try and fill her time with useful and interesting things, helping the blind, taking up yoga or pottery, babysitting for her sister's kids, anything.
The book slipped from her lap, and fell, unheeded, to the ground. Oscar came purring around, looking for his mistress' warmth, and the nice cream she gave him from time to time. Glenda's eyes were closed; she was thinking. When the cat wound his way around her bare ankles and gave a tentative lick to her bare ankles, she jumped up in alarm. '
"Oh my goodness Oscar! You scared your mommy! Is that a nice thing to do? Hmm?" Oscar just purred, and looked up at her with friendly, trusting eyes. Glenda gathered him up to her lap, and picked up the fallen book. She began to read, with the cat curled up against her.
As Glenda read, she noticed an odd warmth spreading from her loins to her stomach. She looked down, and saw that Oscar was squirming in his cat- like way, and rubbing his velvet body all over her lap. It felt wonderful, and the warmth it engendered kept spreading.
She looked at the book, but she could no longer concentrate on on it. The printed pages turned into a blur before her watery eyes. Oscar kept on rubbing and purring, waiting for her to stroke him behind the ears, which she did from time to time
Then, he gradually ceased moving, and went to sleep his breath barely audible. Glenda grew calm again, and started to read her book, which was about the joys of cooking with a wok. It struck her, as she read, that Abbie was a very lucky woman' A very lucky woman!
That was an odd thing to think, she knew, but in a funny way, it was only too true. It seemed that animals, and only animals had the ability to take unadulterated pleasure in the joys of the body. They could love and mate without fear or guilt; their urgent, flaming desires controlled their every action.-- Glenda petted the head of the creature that was snuggled up in her comfortable lap. Lucky little Oscar to have been born an animal! If only she could have been born one too! She laughed out loud at the thought.
She was pleased and surprised to look up and see Diane waving at her through the large glass door. A moment later, she had joined Glenda on the sunny patio.
"So, did you take my advice?"
"Yes, I did!" said Glenda with a rueful little smile.
"So?"
"Well, some men are turned on by that kind of thing..."
"Yes, go on."
"And some men aren't!."
"Oh, no, Glenda!"
"Oh yes. We fucked, but, if I may be graphic with you, it was so dull that I wished I had the Sunday Times crossword puzzle!" Diane giggled.
"Too bad! He wasn't excited by the sight of you diddling away."
"No! He was angry!"
"That can be fun too, you know!" said Diane with sparkling eyes.
"Oh, Diane, I only wish! He's so tame."
"Pity."
"Meek! Mild! "Quel dommage!"
"What am I going to do with him?"
"Well, keep working on it! Cheer up, I've brought you my vibrator!"
"Really?", said Glenda, pleased despite her shame.
"Really! It's oodles of fun! Just wait until he goes to the office, and then you can play to your heart's, or shall I say, cunt's desire!! Who knows, call me up, and maybe I'll come over and help show you how! Two is better than one, or so I always say!" and the two women laughed merrily.
Glenda leaned over impulsively, and gave Diane a big kiss on her cute, upturned nose. "Hey, what's that for?" said Diane, who was, in fact, pleased.
"For being such an understanding friend!" was the answer. "Always glad to lend a helping hand, Glenda!" and their laughter, bright and clear, made its way up to Phil, who was seated at the desk, studying his plan for the new playground.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day was Monday, and Phil was at the office. He arose early, and Glenda was still asleep when" he dressed, and left. She awoke to an empty bed, and sighed, her first sigh of the day.
She rose, and without bothering to put on a robe, stepped into her shower. After she had cleaned and pampered her lovely form, she went down for breakfast and a look at the morning paper.
Oscar was there to greet her, winding himself around her bare legs, flicking his tail so that it playfully hit her thigh. He was hungry, and would not leave her alone until she paid attention to his need for food.
"What do you want this morning, doll-face, hmm?" she cooed. Oscar purred in loving adoration, as Glenda opened a can of tuna fish, and emptied it into his little bowl that sat upon the floor, near the door.
His scratchy tongue started licking her hand even before all the food had been put out. She delighted in its raspy quality, and felt the same flush of warmth that she had experienced yesterday. She watched him eat.
The cat ate, like he did everything else, with a great amount of sensual pleasure and enjoyment. He lapped his food daintily, but with obvious relish. Glenda ate a bowl of blueberries and cream as she watched him intently.
When he was done, he jumped up into her lap, and sniffed the bowl. His tongue darted out of his smooth black head, and lapped at the cream that was clinging to the bottom bowl. Glenda laughed as he polished it off.
Oscar looked up into the warm dark eyes of his mistress, and saw a drop of cream still clinging to her lips. His tongue was there in a flash, licking her mouth with its sandpapery roughness. Glenda gasped involuntarily.
Through with his meal, Oscar jumped down to the floor, and moved with grace out of the door, to engage himself in other feline activities.
Glenda went upstairs, and put on tights and a black leotard. She sat down on the floor, and began to do her exercises. She meant to take up yoga, but in the meantime, a general stretching workout would do her good, might even ease the tension that gripped" her body so often these days. She reached up and put on the radio, and started her exercises, just like they had shown her at the gym. Leg raises, arm-lifts, toe-touches, she stretched and bent, stretched and bent for a half an hour. She grew tired, and peeled off the hot practice clothes. She stretched out on the bed, and was soon fast asleep.
As she slept, the same dream that had caused her to moan and groan yesterday came to her again today. Again, she saw him, the big black stud, with his iron, gleaming shaft, and again she felt the miracle of his tongue as it stroked her pussy. Once again, she was shocked by the sudden transformation of man to cat, and at the sight of Oscar down there between her parted legs.
She awoke from the dream to see Oscar, paws on her belly, sniffing her wide open cunt! Glenda was shocked, and tried to push him off of her body, but the cat wouldn't budge. He dug his sharp claws into her flesh, and paced up and down on her exposed torso. His claws were indeed sharp, but she loved the feel of them on her tits, and rapidly hardening nipples. They scraped her ever so gently, then harder, drawing pin-pricks of blood from her excited body.
His pink nose and tongue were busy on her vulva. They sniffed a bit more, and then she felt it, oh God, she felt it, , his rough, sandpaper tongue was licking her cunt, just like in her dream but better, oh much better!
Over and over again, the rough surface of the animal's tongue laved lips and cunt, drawing shivers of pleasure from her now writhing form. He stopped only to take a bite of it, with those sharp teeth of his, and Glenda couldn't stop the scream that emerged from her throat. She put her hands on his body, because she wanted to keep him there, she never wanted this exquisite pleasure to end.
The cat sat down, and rolled over on his back, without removing his tongue from the quivering cunt. He opened his legs, and arched his back, begging Glenda to pet him. She complied with his inarticulate, yet ever so eloquent demand.
She stroked the soft fur of his belly first, and then her fingers found their way to his little but sturdy cat's prick. She rubbed it, as she would a man, and she felt it grow larger in her hand. She kept on rubbing as Oscar was devouring her cunt. Soon, her orgasm approached, and with shuddering spasms, she came, howling as loudly as Abbie had, that day in the, bushes. She rubbed Oscar with both hands now, and the beast came, with a low growl, and left a puddle of watery white come on her belly.
Without even bothering to wipe it off, she gathered her new, feline lover into her arms. He seemed to understand the new closeness between them, for he nestled into the hollow of her neck, and with a deep sigh of contentment went to sleep. Glenda slept too, but not the sleep of unrequited passion; instead, she drifted off into the blissful sleep of those who are sexually gratified.
When she got up, Oscar was gone, and she felt a pang of relief. She must be a very, very sick woman to make love to a cat. A cat! She felt the sobs welling up in her throat, and she cried bitterly for a while. This was all Phil's fault, the bastard! If he would only make love to her more often, with a little more ardor, she wouldn't be driven to the arms, no, damn it, not arms, the bloody paws of a cat! This last observation brought on a fresh wave of tears, and she sat there, huddled on her bed, sobbing about her sinful infidelity.
A person, though, can only cry so long. Glenda got up from the wet and wrinkled Bill Blass sheets, and washed her face in cold water, to remove the traces of her tears. She dressed carefully, in expensive brown pants, a silk shirt that was opened low to reveal lots of sexy white flesh, and a wheat colored linen blazer. She painted her face with blusher, and coral lipstick.
She went down to the car, knowing where she was headed. Dr. Arnold Marsden was a close family friend as well as a doctor. She had seen him before about matters other than purely physical ones. She knew that she could trust him not to reveal her secret to anyone. His advice would be good and sound, and his shoulder, she knew, strong and secure, if she should need it.
Dr. Marsden's office was about twenty minutes away from her home. She drove the distance slowly, reveling in the fall sunshine, and fresh smell in the air. When she arrived there, she was greeted by his receptionist.
"Yes Mrs. Norwood?"
"I need to see Dr. Marsden"
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No."
"I see."
"But it's urgent!"
"Oh?"
"Well, it's a personal matter."
"I see."
"About my husband."
"Yes, go on?"
"Very, very personal." and Glenda looked down at the floor, tears welling up again in her big brown eyes.
"Can you wait a few moments Mrs. Norwood?"
"Yes, yes."
"Good. I'll see if I can squeeze you in."
"Oh thank you!"
"Have a seat, now won't you?" Glenda sat down on the soft couch. She flipped through the pages of a Cosmopolitan magazine to pass the time while she was waiting.
It was filled with the usual trash about diets and hair styles, movies and book reviews. Then she saw an article with an arresting title: HOW TO MAKE YOUR HUSBAND BECOME YOUR LOVER. This was written for women like her. She quickly turned to the page that was listed in the table of contents.
"Is your husband boring, dull, and uninspired in bed? Well, it may not be all his fault. If you want to keep your, man interested, there certain things, certain ways of behaving the you must adopt! For instance..." It seemed to Glenda that Diane could have written this particular article, the advice was sound, but for someone else, and someone else's husband. She knew that if she appeared at the doorway naked save for a pair of high heels, or wrote dirty love notes on the mirror in her lipstick, Phil would not be turned on, but angry, aloof silent. Too bad, some of the ideas suggested by the article sounded like fun. If only Phil were not so prudish!
Her thoughts were disturbed by the nurse's voice. "Mrs. Norwood?" Glenda got to her feet, and picked up her good leather purse. "You can go in now." the nurse continued. Glenda moved into the cool office of Dr. Marsden.
The office was plushly carpeted, and filled with plants. Watercolor paintings in chrome and glass frames decorated the walls.
"Yes, Glenda my dear? My nurse told me that you seemed rather upset about something.
Glenda looked at the man.
Dr. Marsden was a man of about fifty, but his active sports life, of golf, tennis and swimming kept him in very good shape, and he looked like a much younger man. His face was deeply tanned, and a nice contrast to his blue eyes. Glenda felt better just looking at his understanding, kind face.
"Well, Dr. Marsden, I really don't know where to begin."
"Any place that feels comfortable, my dear."
"You see, it's Phil's fault."
"What's Phil's fault?"
"What I did!"
"And what was that, Glenda?"
"Oh, I can't say!!"
"Then tell me about Phil."
"Well, I know that he loves me."
"I don't doubt it."
"He loves me a lot."
"So what's the trouble?"
"Well, he doesn't pay enough attention to me any more. When we first got married, things were different. But now..."
"Yes, go on."
"Doctor, he never wants to make love to me any more. He hadn't touched me in three weeks! And when I try to initiate it, he gets angry."
"Do you think there's another woman."
"If there is I feel sorry for her."
"Glenda, what do you mean."
"He's just so...tame."
"Tame?"
"Not exciting, not creative or bold or inventive. He won't try anything new any more. Doctor, I'm going crazy, I swear I am! I couldn't help it, I didn't mean to do it, I really didn't!"
"Didn't mean to do what, my dear."
"Oh, I can't say!" and tears shone in Glenda's eyes.
"There, there. You can tell me."
"No, no."
"Was it another man perhaps, someone bolder, more passionate than you think your husband can be?"
"No, no, not a man, exactly..."
"A woman, then?"
"Oh Doctor Marsden, it was a cat!!"
"A cat?"
"Yes, our family pet, Oscar."
"Uh, you had intercourse with a cat?"
"No, I was lying on the bed, asleep, and the cat came over to me. He sniffed me, I mean he licked me, between my, uh, in my..."
"Where did he lick you, Glenda?"
"Between my legs! And it felt wonderful, just fabulous! I know it's really sick, and I should have stopped him, but I couldn't help it. My husband won't do that, won't kiss me there, he thinks it disgusting! I'm not disgusting, am I, Doctor?"
"No, no, far from it!"
"Am I really very wicked?" she said, wiping at the tears and matted her long, thick lashes.
"I should say not! Glenda my dear, these things are very complicated. You are, I believe, a young woman of unusual sensual gifts, and potential. Your husband is busy, aloof, distant. It's only natural that you should seek enjoyment elsewhere..." As he spoke, the handsome doctor was stroking his rigid prick underneath the tweed of his trousers. The heavy oak desk blocked his nimble fingers from Glenda's eyes.
Glenda was seated across from him, her hands up to her pretty face as she sobbed quietly, ashamed of her confession.
The doctor rose from his seat, and led her over to a small leather couch that was over in one corner of the room.
"There, there, my child! No need to get so upset!", and Glenda hid her face in the comforting warmth of his shoulder. His hand reached up and stroked her soft black hair, occasionally straying down to her back, or the slender white throat. t
She grew quiet as he caressed her, closing her eyes, and feeling the warmth spread through her body. "I'm going to give you a little massage, Glenda, so just let me help you undo your things here..." Dr. Marsden said, as he helped her off with her jacket, and began to unbutton her blouse.
She just nodded her head, and took off her shoes and pants, so that she stood before him clad in her little peach colored bra and panties.
"Now, turn over and he down on the couch." he instructed, and she obeyed.
"Glenda, I'm just going to unfasten your bra, all right?" he was saying, and again she nodded her assent. The sound of his voice was soothing, and the touch of his hands on her naked flesh made her insides turn to molten lava.
The doctor sat down beside his patient, and placed his hands on her neck, and began to rub, to knead her tightened muscles. She gasped, a low throaty sound. His hands moved further down her white, perfect back, sometimes pounding gently, sometimes kneading, or sometimes just stroking lightly, with the very tips of his expert fingers. Glenda sighed, and felt her panties growing wet as he continued to pet her.
With her back towards him, she was unable to see that he was quickly and silently divesting himself of white coat, tweed pants, and cotton shirt. Next, he stripped off his underwear, but Glenda was too drowsy to notice.
He carefully slid his hand into the elastic waistband of the peach silk panties, and started kneading the round, full cheeks of her ass. One in each hand, he could see her puckered little asshole as he pulled them apart.
"Here, let's just slip these off too" he suggested, and she willingly complied. Glenda, like the doctor, was totally naked.
He kept up the rubbing motion on her ass, occasionally flicking a finger in the cute little hole. Glenda winced and shuddered with intense feeling; it was so good to have him touch her, so very good.
Her body melted, relaxed, and she didn't even notice when he substituted a rigid eight-inch tool for his hands. He came up onto the couch with her, and pressed the tip of his aching shaft against the beckoning little orifice.
"Am I hurting you, Glenda?"
"No", she said dreamily.
"Good, good"
"It feels good, Doctor..."
"Wonderful", he said as the first inch eased its way into the tight, virgin hole.
"Very, very good!"
"Well, just relax a little more..." he said, squeezing in yet another inch to that lovely nesting spot.
"Oooh!"
"Yes, yes!" now he was half way in.
"Uh, it's a little tight..." Glenda said, beginning to writhe around.
"It's good for you dear. Helps the whole body to relax!"
As he spoke, and was gently inching his cock into her asshole, his fingers slid around her body, and found the damp cunt opening.
When he hit the magic button of her clit, she started to sigh: "Oh, Jesus Christ!" over and over again. Her cunt lips moved and twitched, trying to get closer to the source of their pleasure, the man's clever fingers.
Now, the doctor had slid his big dick almost all the way in. He had been using admirable restraint, but now lost all control, and plunged into her, like a sun-parched voyager who finds a cool, sweet spring.
"Aah!!" she screamed, ' "What are you doing to me!?". The doctor was glad she couldn't see the blood, fresh and red, that came from her attacked hole.
"Now, now, " he soothed, "you'll owe it in a very little while!"
Doctor Marsden was, perhaps, a prophet. No sooner had he spoken, than Glenda began to feel a strange new rush of pleasure as she felt her anal cavity being filled for the first time.
His brutal thrusts caused her to shudder, but they were awakening in her a base, animal passion that before, she had only dared to dream of.
"Oh, yes, yes, it's fabulous! More, more!!" and the doctor obeyed her wishes by thrusting deeper and harder into the tiny passage, stretching its secret, inner walls.
His hands painted vivid pictures on her throbbing cunt; he knew all about pressure, and timing, and teasing. Between his hands, and prick, he was an expert.
Glenda was so immersed in her passion, that she ceased to think altogether. She surrendered herself to the hands, prick and will of the man who was on top of her. She had never, until a few brief moments ago, felt a hand on her innocent asshole; now, her juicy cheeks were swallowing all eight inches, and loving every second of it. She moaned, and sometimes, a small scream would come from her parched, dry lips.
The doctor felt that poor Glenda was getting no less than she deserved. She was a hot piece, this one, and her husband had been neglecting her so that she was screwing around with a cat! Poor kid! And the husband was a fool!
The sight of those quivering buns set him aflame, and he began to pound into her, feeling the tip of his cock reaching new, unexplored regions. The fit was perfect; her body was made for him, it seemed. Cock and ass pounded together and began to shake the couch from the force of their thrusts.
He increased the speed of his hand in her cunt, grasping her small white waist with the other hand to steady himself, as the couch by this time was heaving, threatening to dump them both rudely to the floor.
Glenda ignored it however. She only thrust her ass upwards, to meet every stroke, and not miss a single blessed minute of this exquisite, new-found pleasure. If only it would never end!
The end was, sadly enough, in sight. The doctor had great staying power, but even his rigid control began to waver when watching his own, long shaft slide up into that rounded little ass.
He thrust madly for a few minutes, shoving and groaning, and finally he came in a sudden, steaming burst of sperm. His hand had brought Glenda to a shuddering, almost painful orgasm at the same moment, and the two howled together.
The nurse knocked on the locked door, saying, "Everything all right in there, Doctor? I thought I heard a noise or something."
"Oh yes Ellen, everything's fine. Mrs. Norwood is just a little upset today."
"All right, Doctor. Can I send in your next patient?"
"Who is it?"
"Mrs. Wilson again. She thinks she has a rare, tropical disease."
"Damn her, the silly old goose! She's been her four times this month already! Last week, she thought she had a bone disease!"
"Yes, I know doctor."
"Ellen, cancel the rest of my appointments today."
"Yes sir!"
"I won't see anyone unless it's a dire emergency."
"Yes sir!"
"And Ellen, you take the rest of the day off too! Go to the beach or visit your mother or something!"
"Thank you, Doctor! Will that be all?"
"Yes!"
When Glenda and the doctor heard the nurse's foot-steps receding down the hall, they both burst into wild shouts of laughter. Slowly he withdrew his tool, and she turned over. They both lay snuggled up together on the small couch, breathing hard.
"Well Mrs. Norwood, feeling better?"
"Oh yes indeed!"
"Good! My special cure. Did you like it."
"MMMmmmm!"
"Well, perhaps we'll have to try a few others. Yours is a very special case, and needs my undivided attention. No distractions! The sacrifices of the medical profession! Brutal, my dear, brutal!"
"You're so noble, Doctor!", said Glenda lovingly, and planted a burning kiss on his hungry mouth.
Facing her lovely body, he began to fondle her tits in a hard, insistent fashion, and she moaned, the soft low sound of a nesting dove.
As if revived miraculously from the dead, his limp penis grew hard again, and stood up at attention. Glenda grabbed it, and began to rub it in a new, fierce way that she knew her mild-mannered and prudish husband would strongly resent. Dr. Marsden seemed to like it though, and she felt the flesh growing more rigid with each passing moment.
"Aah, that's it, that's it!" he sighed, and leaned back on the couch.
She bent down, and put her lovely little tongue, pink and pointed, to the enflamed tip of the throbbing member. She was hesitant at first, and exploratory. She had never sucked cock before; it was another one of the many practices that her husband had labeled revolting. Well, so maybe she was revolting too, but she liked it! She licked his cock like it was candy, dribbling her sweet, liquid slipped down over it to lubricate and moisten it.
Soon the entire surface was wet and gleaming. Then, she enveloped him in a great gulp, and felt the tremor pass through his reclining form as he sighed in ecstasy.
Her head bobbed up and down, swallowing and releasing that rod of pleasure. She began to increase the friction, by using her teeth, but to her surprise, Marsden gently pushed her rapidly learning mouth away from his tool.
"What is it?", she said, scared of having made an error.
"Sh, don't worry, my love. It's just that we have to stop now for a little treatment. You want to get cured, don't you?"
"Oh yes!"
"Then listen closely."
"Yes, sir!"
"Now patient, tell me where it hurts!"
"Oh, everywhere!"
"But where, does it hurt most?"
"Uh, between my legs!"
"Be more specific!"
"My, um, my pussy!"
"More specific than that! Do you or don't you want to get well."
"I do, I do!"
"Good! Now, tell me again: where exactly does it hurt you? Tell me in detail."
"In my pussy. Deep inside it. The, uh...the lips, and the, uh...the uh..."
"Patient, you are not co-operating with the doctor! If you refuse to help me, I will not be able to help you, and the sickness will linger... linger unto death!
"My clit! It hurts most in my clit!"
"Very good, Patient! Now I can begin to start the necessary treatment! Will you promise to be brave?"
"Oh yes!"
"Even if it's painful."
"Yes!"
"Very, very painful."
"Yes, yes!!'-'
"Well then, you must keep your word, and I will keep mine. We will commence treatment!", he said, and began to rub the tip of his cock along the burning crack of her inflamed cunt.
"Oh, oh oh!"
"Patient, remember your promise!''
"Oh, yes, I will be brave, very brave!"
"Good!" he said, touching the quivering entrance with his dick, and slowly sliding his way into her.
"Oh, oh, OH!"
"Glenda!"
"Brave, yes brave!"
The doctor shoved his long, hard dick into her aching little love tunnel. Its walls embraced and hugged the rigid pole, and Glenda could feel him deeper within her than anyone had ever been before.
The newness of the sensation made her burn and tingle. She thrust her hips forward, snapping them side to side, to meet his first, agonizingly slow, sweet thrusts.
"Very good, very, very good. You are responding well to treatment! I am very pleased with your progress!"
"Thank you, Doctor!"
"Now let us try a little harder, yes?"
"Oh yes!"
"Remember, bravery above all."
"Yes, bravery I"
Dr. Marsden pounded in and out of the slippery, steaming pussy. Glenda had never felt so complete, so filled. His enormous tool expanded her cunt, and then filled the chasm with its own rigid shape. Not a fraction of an inch was unclaimed by his bold, thrusting penis.
They found a perfect rhythm, and their bodies movied in perfect unison. Hip ground against hip, pubic bone against pubic bone, thigh against thigh.--The pressure was explosive; their bodies, like two magnets that could not draw apart.
"Oh, harder! Harder!"
"What?", he teased.
"Fuck me harder! HARDER! AND HARDER!", she shrieked. The violence of their movements, rough and wild, made the couch shake as before. This time, however, his rigid thrusts made Glenda slide right off the leather surface, slick with come, sweat, tears and blood, and onto the floor.
Dr. Marsden remained undaunted, however. He quickly scrambled to the floor after her, and once again filled her hungry pussy with his nourishing meat.
"OH, yes, that's it, I'M COMING! COMING!!!" she howled. He didn't stop his savage thrusts for a moment. He grabbed her head as he felt her spasms, and smashed it a few times against the floor, hard enough to leave swollen, tender bumps on the perfect oval of her skull.
Her intense movement, and tightly clenched pussy muscles drew his own orgasm out of him, although he would have preferred to have delayed it.
Through no will of his own, the thick come rushing forth, and filled her hole with the boiling liquid, that ran and oozed like warm honey out of the silky darkness of her cunt.
They remained glued on the floor for a few moments, their shuddering too intense to allow any movement. Finally, he stirred first.
"Well, my dove, I think you are cured!"
"A miracle!"
"Yes, a wonder of modern medicine!"
"I'm truly thankful!"
"Think nothing of it!"
"I am eternally indebted to you!
"Nonsense! But remember, the disease is serious, and often can crop up again if left unchecked!"
"No!"
"Sad but true! But modern science has it's ways of fighting it."
"Tell me!"
"You must come to visit me, at least once a week, so I can repeat the treatments, and guard you against serious damage a new attack would most assuredly cause!"
"Oh, Doctor, you're a saint!"
"Not at all! Do you promise to come faithfully?"
"Yes!"
"Good! In time, you will be completely well, and restored to glowing good health!"
Glenda could only reach down, and give his penis a slurpy wet kiss of gratitude.
CHAPTER THREE
During the course of the next few weeks, Glenda went to visit Dr. Marsden faithfully. She would arrive when his office hours were over, and they would carefully lock the door to his office.
.Then, he would strip her white body naked, and check again for signs of the dreaded disease. He managed to keep it in check for several weeks.
Glenda felt better. She avoided being too familiar with Oscar (Did she detect a trace of hurt accusation in his big, green eyes?) and was more cheerful around the house, which pleased Phil.
After a while, though, the cure seemed to stop working. She found herself avoided Marsden's office, and refused to answer his telephone calls. She didn't know what was wrong with her. At first, he had thrilled her, but soon, she was bored and restless again.
To combat the growing sense of ennui, she threw herself into a number of activities, " to try and get her mind off of her terrible obsessions.
She helped out at the local hospital, and read to the blind. She went into New York two or three times a week, to shop at Bloomingdale's or Saks, or to go to the theatre. She started a yoga class, rode at the stable, and even decided to take up weaving. Often, at night she was so worn out by the day's activities, that she was to tired to even think of touching herself, and fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow.
One crisp day in late October, Glenda was getting dressed to go riding. She was a fairly skilled rider, and she enjoyed the sport immensely. She donned her tight riding breeches, and the snuggly fitting red jacket that showed off her rounded globes. She then pulled on the high, black leather boots, and put on the smart, velvet riding cap. She picked up her spurs, crop and whip, all waiting in a little bag, and she was off.
On the way there, she wondered who she would take out. She and Phil didn't own a horse, although he had promised her one, someday, if he got rich. Now, she alternated between two or three favorites. There was Misty, a smoky gray mare, gentle and tame, for the days when she felt really tired, or distracted. Then, there was Touchstone, a merry little spotted horse, with a lively gait, and affectionate nature. Finally, there was Mephisto, a gleaming black horse, wild and spirited. His glossy coat reflected the light, and he seemed to glow in the late afternoon sun, when she pulled up to the stable. He was a fierce beast, often mean, but she loved him dearly. Yes, today it would be Mephisto.
As she got out of the car, she saw Ralph, the lean and sinewy stable hand at Miss Joan's Riding Academy.
"Hi Mrs. Norwood, how are you?"
"Fine, thanks, and you?"
"Fine, just fine.' Your husband?"
"Oh, working too hard but he's OK."
"Who will it be today?"
"If Mephisto is free, I thought I'd take him."
"He's free all right!."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, he's been acting up. Threw a girl last week over by the pond."
"Broke her leg, too."
"Pity!"
"You sure that you want him."
"Quite sure."
"We'll send a man out a little ways behind you, to make sure that he behaves himself."
"Oh, if you think it necessary."
"I do."
Then Glenda walked over to the magnificent beast. He recognized her, and whinnied with pleasure. He stuck his face out towards her, looking for the treats she always brought him. She laughed, and drew from her bag an apple, two carrots, and a handful of sugar cubes.
His big, black eyes glowed, and he thrust his muzzle into her hand, chomping with delight. "Greedy!", she chided him, "one at a time, Sir! Learn some manners!". The horse kept on munching, oblivious to the admonition.
Glenda let him finish his snack, and then mounted his sturdy back with the grace and ease of an accomplished rider. "OK, we're off!" she said, lightly touching his haunches with her black crop.
He responded instantly to the movement, and trotted off into the woods.
The air was crystal clear, and the trees had turned even more now, swaying against the sky with the elegance of ballet dancers. A cool breezed tickled her nose, and goaded her on, to go faster and faster into the wind.
For some odd reason, she and the horse seemed at one. She could sense his fiery spirit, but it suited her own. She barely needed to touch him to get a response from his quick, energetic body. They rode together faster and faster, soon leaving Ralph's man far behind them. Soon, there was no distinction. Woman and horse merged, and blended into one, great mythical beast, so perfectly matched were their motions.
Glenda felt her body melting away, and becoming part of him. She was weightless, soaring. The earthbound body that had kept her down for so long had vanished, and she was reborn into the fleet, speeding beast.
As they rode, she began to notice a peculiar warm flush that started to slowly fill her legs, thighs, and cunt. She was mystified for a few moments, and then she realized exactly what was happening.
As she posted up and down in the hard, leather saddle, her cunt was being ground against its stiff, unyielding surface. The movements of Mephisto, swift, and sure as the wind, increased the pressure, and had brought her to the point of a boiling orgasm.
She was a little stunned, but kept riding. God, it was so good, so very good! She felt something other than human as the warmth kept spreading, and growing hotter by the second. Soon, her cunt was just one great aching void, poised on the brink of ecstasy!
If she had to die right now, she would be happy, and she increased her speed, so that the horse's haunches gleamed with sweat, and a fine layer of foam appeared at his mouth.
And then she felt it, sure and steady as the hot, driving rain on a summer night, the strong orgasm welled up, blotting out all light, all sound, all sense, and there was on the powerful galloping beat of the beast that bore her.
She let go of the reins for a brief moment, and then grabbed them again as she opened her eyes, and saw that the horse was racing dangerously near the ledge of a small cliff. She yanked them both to safety, shuddering in fear, and trembling with passion for the animal.
Her cunt was sopping, and seeped through the thin stuff of her panties, soaking the pants below. Her heart was pounding wildly, and her breath came in great, uneven gasps. She pulled sharply on the reins, cutting into the horse's mouth with the cruel metal bit. He reared up on his hind legs, and neighed to wake Satan, his namesake.
He did stop, though, and Glenda had a chance to still her throbbing heart, and quiet her tortured breath. She sat there for a few minutes, shuddering, and sobbing, sharing some unspoken but profound form of communication. She patted the swelling curve of his rump loving, and crooned to him softly, "There, there, my steed, my warrior, my prince. Shhhh, calm yourself now, there's a good horse!" He responded by turning around and trying to lick her face with his enormous wet tongue. If he had reached her, he could have washed the entire surface.
Glenda looked at him for a long moment, and then she said simply, "I love you, Mephisto." The horse returned her unwavering glance, and whinnied as if in reply to her confession.
Suddenly, Glenda felt like a fool, and, even worse, like a sick, depraved lunatic. Somebody should come and lock her away! She was an insult to decent people! First, she had let a cat suck her, and now, here she was, having orgasms during her riding sessions, and declaring love to a horse. Sick, sick! Oh God, she needed someone to give her tranquilizers, or something! Maybe she would go and see the analyst that Diane was always raving about...
She rode back to the riding stable very slowly, hoping to regain her composure. The breeze dried her wet face, and calmed her flushed cheeks. She tucked the hair under the riding hat as best she could, without the aid of brush or mirror.
When she finally turned down the curved path that led to the stable, she was greeted by several people, who were starting to worry about her. Among them was Miss Joan herself.
Miss Joan had run her riding academy for the past twenty years with a discipline that was as rigid as her posture. She had inherited it from her father, a trained and skilled rider himself, and now she dedicated her life to imparting her skill and knowledge to others. She was tall and thin, and wore her wheat colored hair in a tight bun. The tight lines of her severe black riding outfit emphasized the gaunt, lean lines of her body. Her mouth was prim, but her eyes were sparkling with spirit.
She greeted Glenda warmly, "There you are! We were just beginning to worry! I was going to send Ralph out to look for you! What happened, Glenda?"
"Oh, I'm all right. Just a little flushed, that's all. Mephisto and I went for quite a romp back there in the woods, didn't we, boy?" she said, patting his wet muzzle, and thinking to herself, 'If they only knew what we were doing!'
"He's really a dear, isn't he?" said Miss Joan. "People think he's nasty but he can be as sweet as a lamb! You just can't let him know mat you're afraid of him, right, Glenda?"
"Right!"
"Well, you're both all hot and sweaty I see!"
"Yes, I need a good shower."
"Glad you enjoyed him, dear, and do come back for a lesson this week."
"I will."
"Good."
"Good-bye, Miss Joan." Glenda got down slowly, giving her body time to reorient itself to being on the ground again. The last hour had transported her spirit so, that she was still dizzy, and her head ached.
"You OK, Mrs. Norwood?" asked Ralph.
"Uh, yes."
"You don't sound sure."
"Well, I..."
"Maybe a glass of water."
"No..."
"Some beer, maybe?"
"Yes, that would be very nice." and she stood inside the comforting shelter of the stable, with her face in her hands. Mephisto was nowhere to be seen, she noted, part in regret, part in relief. He was probably outside being washed and combed by some stable boy. She hoped that whoever it was would have the proper respect and reverence for that magnificent body, those sinewy, tense legs, that great arched backside, answered by the curved neck. He was a beauty, a true god among horses, Pegasus himself!
Ralph returned with a can of cold beer, and a pain of tall glasses.
"Thought I'd join you, if that's OK."
"That's fine Ralph, fine."
"Here, drink up!!" Glenda did, and felt much calmer, and more like her normal self.
"You're a really good rider, Mrs. Norwood, " he said.
"Thank you."
"I mean it. Not too many people can handle that beast."
"Oh, I really like him."
"I can see."
"He's really a special horse."
"Special horse for a special lady." She looked up swiftly to see if he was mocking her, but his good-looking face, with its dark brown eyes was quite serious. She regarded his tall, athletic body with cool appraisal for a moment, and then said, "What do you mean by that?"
"I think you know what I mean...Glenda." The way he said her name was a burning caress, and she got up, and walked swiftly towards him.
Instantly, they were in one another's arms. He was feeling her ass, her thighs, she tits, her belly through the fabric of her riding habit.
She felt for his- dick, and was greeted pleasurably by a rock like mass that squirmed under her fingers. It rose like a skyscraper in her hand, and she groped for the zipper of his trousers.
He was busy with her clothing, undoing the tight pants and jacket, tossing aside the velvet hat. "Leave on the boots, " he whispered, and so she did.
His jeans and plaid flannel shirt came off with ease, and he was naked underneath his clothes.
His hands went for her boobs, and wound around them, pulling at the taut nipples with his teeth, occasionally taking a bite from a swollen globe of flesh. He pushed her back on the soft, fragrant hay, and dove down for her pussy.
Glenda sighed as his tongue found its way between those wet lips, and lathered them with his spit. His teeth on her clit made her howl out loud: "More, MORE!"
"Get down on your hands and knees, like a horse, " he commanded, "and let me ride you, you beautiful white mare!!"
Glenda grew hotter at his words, and bent over to oblige him. He slipped his dick at the entrance to her gaping hole, dripping with this afternoon's juices. Then, with a sudden violent movement that made her gasp in pain, he rammed his prick into her, with full force.
After the initial pain, though, she answered his thrusts by snapping, thrusting movements of her own, and she brayed and whinnied like a horse or a donkey.
So intent was she on her role as equine beast she didn't notice that Ralph had picked up her short, hard riding crop from the floor where she had let it drop, and was holding it above her with an upraised arm.
The first blow stung her flesh like fire. "Oh Jesus Christ!" she shrieked, "What in the name of God are you doing to me?"
"Shut up, and let me ride you!"
"Stop it!"
"Shut up, I said!"
"STOP!!" But Ralph ignored her screams to halt. With his one free hand, he grabbed her mouth, and clamped it shut.
"You need a bit, baby!" he hissed. Glenda tried to bite his hand, but the new sensation of the wicked crop lashing her skin made her incapable of doing anything but feeling the pain.
"God," she thought, "When this is over, he will pay for it! I'll make him suffer and die for this! How dare he, the low-class pig, the bastard! I'll have his balls cut off! I'll turn him into a fucking gelding! No, that's too good for him! He should be flayed alive! Boiled in oil!'
So seethed her mind for a number of minutes. But she had to admit to a certain glowing warmth that was being ignited in her loins, not at all unlike what she had experienced on Mephisto's back this afternoon. It almost felt good, that burn, that sting.
She lifted her ass in the air, to draw closer to the instrument of her punishment. The burning was a slow, delicious fire, like the gooey hot insides of roasted marshmallows. Oh God, she loved it!
"So baby, you dig it now, huh?" said Ralph, finally releasing his firm grip on her mouth.
"Yes, yes!"
"You're gonna be a good little filly, right."
"Nnneigh."
"That's it!."
"Neigh! Nnneigh!"
Ralph contined his spanking. Her white legs, ass, back and thighs were covered with red, swelling lines, that crossed the surface of her white skin like some crazy tic-tac-toe board, scrawled by a drunk.
She was howling, and neighing like a horse, and the other horses around the stable heard her, and neighed in response.
Suddenly, she heard a sharp piercing horse-cry. She knew that it was Mephisto calling to her. He heard her, and recognized her voice. His cries were poignant, and filled with longing. She wished she could get up and go to him now, but Ralph's tool was deep inside of her now, and he held her fast.
The cries of the horse were unbelievably erotic; she felt bound to Mephisto in some strange, supernatural way, as if they had been mates in another life.
When she reached a climax, shuddering, heaving and braying with all her might, it was Mephisto's cock that she fantasized was inside of her.
Ralph felt the shudders, and knew she was coming. He tossed away the crop, and dug his nails deep into the flesh of her tits, bringing dew-drops of blood to the aching skin around the inflamed nipples.
He held on tighter now, for he sensed that his own moment of joyous release was fast approaching. He heaved and thrust, behaving himself like a wild stallion. He charged his head up in the air, and uttered deep, guttural noise. His shriek as he climaxed brought a strange noise from all the other animals, who responded to such animal passion. They were groaning, it seemed, in empathy. The hot bubble of his come escaped his prick, and filled the already soaking slash of the trembling woman beneath him..
Slowly, they drew apart, and remained motionless in the sweet-smelling hay. Bits of it still clung to their hair and skin, giving them both an odd, ragged appearance. Finally, Glenda realized that she had been away too long, and that she needed to be getting back home. Everyone had gone now and then, to' deep blue, and finally to black.
Glenda dressed in the enveloping darkness, and rode home as one in a dream. She could concentrate neither on the road, nor what awaited her at home, only the crazy events of the past afternoon. She didn't know what was happening to her, it seemed as if she were possessed by a spirit that was not her own, a spirit that made her do all sorts of odd, and unnatural things. That spirit knew no laws, no morality, no sense of decency; it was as wild and untamed as was Nature herself. Glenda shuddered, trying to ward off her gloomy thoughts.
Soon, she arrived at her own driveway. The light was on in the kitchen, which meant that Phil was home. He was probably worried, for her watch said that it was past seven.
"Glenda!" he exclaimed, "What on earth has happened to you?" She went ot the mirror without answering. She looked as if she had seen a ghost, or the devil himself. Her face was pale and ashen, and there were deep pits under her eyes. Her mouth was cracked and dry, and little pieces of straw were still in her matted, knotted hair. y
"I'm all right. I just had a rather rough ride."
"Look at you!"
"Phil, I'm all right!"
"You look as- if you been in an accident!"
"Phil!" Glenda turned away from him, and slowly mounted the stairs.
Once alone in her bedroom, she peeled off the clothes she had worn riding. They smelled of Mephisto, and her body heated with the memory. Sickened, she threw them in with the dirty things, at the very bottom of the clothes hamper.
Locking the door securely, she surveyed her aching body in the long, floor-length mirror that was on the back of the door of the closet.
Scratched, broken, bruised and bleeding, she looked a fright. She was about to don a long, concealing robe to hide her scars from Phil, when she noticed Oscar, sitting on the tall, blonde oak highboy staring at her.
Suddenly, without warning, the cat hurled himself upon her, muffling her screams with his furry black body. "Whatmmmrnmmm, " she choked. Meanwhile, his sharp claws were tearing at her already abused flesh, digging at ripping at the tender skin.
He clawed at her cunt, and sniffed and bit. It seemed as if the sharp, pungent animal odor had made its way to Oscar's keen nose and was driving him mad with passion. He simply would not let go.
She reached out one hand, and started petting his silken back. It appeared to calm him slightly, and lessen his grip on her defenseless body. She kept on petting him.
Then, in a sudden flash of understanding, she brought her hand down to his furry cat's penis, and squeezed. He responded instantly, putting his black paws around her neck in a feline embrace, and nestling his head in the hollow of her neck.
She pulled and stroked. Soon, the gleaming sheath emerged from its soft sleeve. Her hand went on and on, relentless, yet soothing, driving, but filled with love.
The cat's head lolled back, and its eyes had a glazed, almost drugged look. She cradled him with one arm, for he no longer could support himself, and jerked him off with the other. All the while, he purred with happiness.
As his body tensed slightly, she stepped up the rhythm. He came in a warm pool of liquid, all over her neck and breasts. She put his face there, and the gravelly tongue licked it all away. Gently, she released him, and he went to sleep on the soft eiderdown quilt.
She put on the fluffy terry-cloth garment, and headed for the bathroom. She met Phil on the way.
"Hi, I just wanted to see if you were OK, Glenda."
She looked at his sympathetic face. "Fine, fine. I need a shower."
"Ok, well, maybe I'll fix us some dinner. Hungry?"
"Yes, very."
"Good. Don't be too long."
"OK, " and she headed, without further interruption, to the comfort of a solitary, steaming-hot shower.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ever since that fateful afternoon in the stable, Glenda wasn't herself. She was tired and bored, but she no longer had the energy, nor the desire to cure her ennui with activity.
Instead, she sat around the house all day, watching the big color television set in the den, or skimming through a magazine. She didn't dress, so she wore only a robe and slippers.
Her appetite dwindled away, and she slept poorly. Phil began to worry. He spoke on the telephone to Dr. Marsden.
"Take her away, my boy!" was the doctor's advice. "She needs a rest, a vacation. Try somewhere warm, and sunny if you can. It'll lift her spirits. Clear that depression. Go and enjoy it!"
Phil decided that Marsden was right. He went to a travel agent, and without telling his wife, purchased two first-class tickets to Florida. They had good friends there, and it would be a nice change of pace. He booked them a room in an exclusive hotel.
That night, he presented his little surprise to Glenda.
"Look honey, ", he said, handing her an envelope. Glenda opened it, and saw the tickets inside. She was moved by the gift, and said so.--
"Thank you darling! Palm Springs!"
"And a classy hotel"
"How sweet!"
"I thought, too that while we're there, we could see Dirk and Jill, since they live there now."
"What a nice idea!"
"You're pleased then?"
"Very!"
"Good, I just want you to feel better."
"Oh Phil, I know, this trip will help!" cried
Glenda. She was overcome with guilt. Her husband was so good, so concerned, what would he do, how would he treat her if he knew what she had been up to? She promised God that she would be a good wife from now on, that she would give up her disgusting passions.
"Phil!"
"Honey?"
"Let's make love!" He was a little surprised, for her sexual appetite too had waned, but he was glad to see her look so lively. It was the first time in weeks that she smiled.
He pulled her close to him, and started to fondle her tits. By now, her wounds had healed, and so when he opened her robe, she offered no resistance.
Phil started touching her in his slow, familiar way. She was limp in his arms at first, but it had been a long time since she had had sex, or even masturbated, so she found herself responding to him and his caress, even if it was less than true pass. He had tossed the robe aside now, and was taking off his own clothes. Glenda reached for his dick, and it grew hard in her palm. He grunted, still fondling her tits, and moved his mouth to the red nipples. She ran his fingers through his hair as she felt him tug at her tits as if he were a baby. In some ways, he really was a baby, sweet, trusting, ; innocent, naive. She cradled his head, and closed her eyes.
Then, with the same restrained passion, he mounted her. Her pussy was damp from his caresses, and he had no trouble siding all the way in. In and out, in and out, a steady, pleasant, if unexciting, fuck. His ardor rose, and he held her tighter, pushing and shoving, always using the same careful restraint. "Oooh, " he gasped, and then, he came, a soft, gentle, un-momentous come. Glenda closed her eyes. A lifetime of that, those same dull, boring fucks, that had the sparkle and taste of soda that is weeks old, and his been left uncovered. She sighed, waiting for the inevitable, "Was it good for you?" It came, with the regularity of the sunrise at dawn, or summer after spring. Glenda just smiled, an enigmatic, Mona Lisa smile. Phil didn't pursue it; but then, he never did.
A few days later, Glenda and Phil were enjoying the hot Palm Springs weather. They were sitting on a wide, creamy beach, met at the shore line by exquisite azure water. Gulls circled lazily in the sky, and the air was hot, laden with salt, and the scent of wild, exotic flowers.
Phil was splashing about in the water, while Glenda sunned herself. Her skimpy red bikini didn't meet with Phil's approval, but she didn't care, and wore it despite him.
The sun was hot and beautiful; she felt that all the tension and anxiety of the past weeks were being melted down, and would just drain out of her. She closed her eyes. The sun was so nice.
A sudden shadow, blotting out the sun, made her open them again. Someone was standing over her. She looked up, expecting to see Phil. But it wasn't Phil.
He was young, very young, and wore his youth like a cocky badge. His tight, black bathing-suit, skimpy and brief, revealed his muscular young torso, and made the bulge that was his cock really prominent.
"Hello, ' he said, shaking his blonde curls at her. They, like his body had been long exposed to the sun: his hair was bleached pale gold, his skin was deepened to bronze.
"Hi, " was all she said.
"What's your name?"
"Glenda."
"Glenda what?"
"Glenda Norwood. Mrs. Glenda Norwood."
"Oh. I'm Tommy. Tommy Karsen." he said, a little crushed by the news that she was married, but not very.
"Nice to meet you Tommy."
"Same here!" he responded.
"Oh, here comes my husband."
"Too bad!" he-said, his eyes, bold and blue, sparkled with regret and disappointment.
"Yes, it is!", she said boldly, adding, "But don't give up, because we're not always together! Sometimes, I come here alone!"
"Like when?"
"Maybe tomorrow?"
"What time?"
"Say, five?"
"Five!"
"See you then, " Glenda waved him off as Phil approached her towel, dripping water all over the sand.
"Who was that, Glenda?"
"Just a kid asking me if I had the time." and she thought to herself "And do I ever !"
The hot sun dried Phil off in no time, and he stretched himself out in the sand next to Glenda, and began to snore very lightly.
As he slept, Glenda watched Tommy, who was not terribly far off. How vain he was, the little peacock! But he was cute, with his tanned skin and golden, angelic curls. She could see him strutting and preening, cock of the walk., before a few teen-aged girls in brightly colored bikinis. Arrogant little thing, walking up to her like that! She just might I show him a thing or two!
As the sun turned into a flaming haze of bloody red in the sky, Phil stirred, and they made their way back to the hotel room. That evening, they were invited to the house of their old friends, Dirk and Jill, for dinner.
Glenda dressed in an azure blue silk dress, that seemed, to take its color from the sky, or from the tropical sea. She piled her hair up on top of her head, and wore the heavy, milky cool pearls that Phil had bought for her, and put on her elegant, black snake skin sandals.
Dirk and Jill were friends of theirs from several years ago; a change in Dirk's job had meant a change in their location, and the couple had moved down to Florida. They lived a large, roomy house, whose terra-cotta terrace overlooked the glittering ocean.
Dinner was superb; stuffed mushrooms, shrimp scampi, rice pilaf, all washed down by ice cold, sparkling champagne. Everyone was getting a little tipsy, even the rather prudish Phil, Glenda noticed. They all took their dessert of lime ices that had been laced with blackberry brandy into the living room. Jill turned the lights down, and put on some music. Turning to her tall, blonde husband, the pert redhead said, "Dirk, darling, I want to dance!"
Dirk and Phil moved the heavy glass and chrome coffee table aside, and then Dirk turned, and took Jill into his waiting arms. They began to dance, slowly. swaying in time the music.
Phil and Glenda watched for a while, and then she turned to him, saying, "Phil, that looks like so much fun, let's dance!"
"Maybe later, honey. You know I've never liked dancing." . "Please?"
"No, Glenda."
"Spoilsport!", she said, and pouting, looked away.
Jill looked over at them, and urged he husband to dance with Glenda for a while. He willingly complied, for he had always enjoyed looking at her lovely body. Tonight, with the sun's flush painting her cheeks a rosy pink, and her dark, sparkling eyes, she made a very appealing dance partner. He held her close, smelling the sweet, musky perfume she wore.
"Your husband doesn't know what he's missing!"
"You can say that again!"
"You're quite a pretty woman, Glenda."
"Thank you, " she said, the champagne making her candid, she added, "Why don't you tell my husband that?"
"You think he doesn't know it?"'
"Well, considering he only screws me once a month, I doubt it!" she said, and pulled away. Dirk just stood there, eyebrows raised, and looked at her.
They rejoined Phil and pretty, red-haired Jill, who were sitting on the couch, engrossed in conversation. Soon, the talk turned to architecture, which was also Dirk's line of work. Both women listened politely for a while, but grew bored and started a conversation of their own. They talked of decorating their homes, films they had seen, new clothes. Jill had had some, new lingerie made by a French seamstress; why didn't they both go upstairs and have a look at it, maybe Glenda would like to have some made up, too.
They mounted the graceful, curving stairwell, and went together into the large, luxurious bedroom. Jill began taking out the silky, frilly things, one after the other, and arranging them all over the king-sized bed.
"Look at the satin sky-blue panties, Glenda! Hand made lace!"
"Oh how lovely! And this matching camisole!"
"Here's my favorite night-gown, " said Jill, holding up a floor-length black gown, trimmed in fine black lace. It had a huge slit up the side.
"It's so sexy!"
"Yes, it drives Dirk crazy!"
"I'll bet!"
"You know once, he was so excited that he simply tore my things off! Ripped them to shreds!"
"Must have been fun."
"It was!"
They kept on looking at the fine thing, made of silk and satin, lace and embroidery. There were slips, nightgowns, bras, panties, garter belts, with real silk stocking, camisoles, and robes. Soft to the touch, and vividly colored, they lay on the bed like exotic, tropical butterflies.
Glenda lifted a peach satin pair of panties up, and put them to her face. "These must look wonderful on you Jill, you have such great thighs, " Glenda said.
"Oh, they'd look just as good on you! Why don't you try some things on Glenda?"
"Could I?"
"Of course! I will too!" and Jill was already removing her clothes. .
She was naked in a flash, and Glenda could see her bright red thatch of pubic hair matched the soft red curls that streamed back from her white face. She selected a lacy pair of midnight blue underpants, and pulled them over her white, round ass. Little tufts of pubic hair peeped out of the side, making a nice contrast to the dark, shiny material. Next, she put on a black bra, that outlined the shape of her tiny, cone shaped tits. A garter belt was slipped over the whole thing, and she completed her outfit with a pair of black, fish-net stockings.
"How do I look?"
"Enchanting!" and she did, with her neat white shape molded and smoothed by the dark material. Her white smooth belly grew out of the panties it seemed, and her legs were slender, and beautifully shaped.
"Now it's your turn, Glenda!"
Glenda looked at the bright, gaudy array of colors. She shook out a peach silk bra, and matching silk slip. Tossing her own things on top of the heap of clothes, she slipped into the cool, sensual garments. The slip fit perfectly, but the bra was a bit too tight. Glenda's breasts were larger than Jill's tiny pair.
"Oh, Glenda, you have such super tits! I wish mine were big and round like yours! Mine are so boring, and dull." she said, and took Glenda's hands, "See, feel them. Aren't they boring?" But Glenda didn't think they were boring at all. They were small, but firm and tight, and the nipples were a pale, pale pink color, that grew hard as they made contact with her hands. Almost without thinking, she began to rub them, enjoying their marble-white smoothness.
"Oh Glenda!" gasped Jill, and removed her bra completely. Her hands sought the opening of the peach garment that Glenda wore, and she opened it with ease.
Glenda was not accustomed to the soft, gentle hands of a woman, but her rigid nipples told her that she liked it very much. Jill was kneading her tits with both hands, as she stroked the other woman's pale, trembling mounds.
Then, Jill took Glenda by the arm, and brought her over to the bed. She pulled off the peach slip, and slid her hands down to find the moist, sticky cunt.
She opened the lips with one hand, while the other toyed with the stiffening clit. It felt so good to be doing this, rubbing the hot nub and making her cunt wet. Glenda leaned back on the bed, her whole body convulsed by spasmodic quivering.
Jill rubbed gently at first, and then harder, as she saw the whole cunt grow swollen and wet with desire. She inserted a long thin finger in, and kept on her rapid flicking of the bright red clitoris.
The moisture grew, and she slipped in another finger, and another. Glenda was moaning and sighing. She began to beg, "Lick me, please, lick my pussy!"
Jill was only too glad to do her bidding. Positioning herself so that her hands could reach Glenda's tits, and pull on the excited nipples, her tongue and teeth were busy nibbling, licking and biting the hot, juicy cunt.
She chewed harder, taking the exposed clit between her front teeth, and gnawed way at it. Glenda's sighs grew louder and louder, as she waited and strained towards the joyful climax that was only seconds away.
Her body turned and writhed, her hands were clenched tightly on a pillow. Her passion mounted, and soon her orgasm, came like fat summer grapes burst against a thirsty palate. She whined and groaned, "Oh, God, oh God, oh God!" as she body jerked wildly.
When she next opened her eyes, she saw Jill's pretty face up near her own. She kissed the woman's mouth deeply, getting the pungent taste of her own sweet cunt played back to her from Jill's lips and tongue.
Their tongue engaged in elegant warfare, darting here and there, exploring gums, and teeth and roofs of mouths. Glenda grew hot all over again.
"Would you like to do me?" Jill asked shyly, and Glenda nodded. She was unfamiliar with a woman's body, but she fumblingly unhooked Jill's garters and peeled the stockings down over her shapely legs. The garter belt itself was unhooked, and tossed away, and then, she was peeling off the sexy little panties, and was face to face with that spicy red bush.
She stuck her tongue out, and licked it gingerly. It tasted good! She began licking, and sucking, with loud thirsty noises. Jill's head lolled around, like a rag doll, and she leaned back on the fluffy pillows.
Glenda continued her exploration, moving occasionally to the tight little asshole that was just within reach of her tongue. It had a faintly tangy taste, like apple cider. She started driving her tongue into it now.
Jill flipped over with the grace of a little seal, and spread her luscious globes apart. Glenda dove right in, first licking the crack, and then moving back down to the hole itself. Occasionally, she bit and nibbled at the quivering melons of Jill's ass cheeks.
Her hands were on the nape of Jill's neck, and she stroked and petted her tender spine, and she attacked her ass with her hungry mouth. Jill was mumbling something into the pillow; soon her voice, hoarse, and tense, said, "My dildo! Get my dildo from the drawer, Glenda!"
Glenda drew away reluctantly, and hunted around in the little drawer of the night-table. She drew it out, long, and pink. She then saw that it was, in fact, a two-headed device. Two giant pink dicks were attached together by means of a long, pink hose. She had never seen anything like it before.
She picked it up, and returned to the wriggly bottom of the woman before her. She began to lick and wet that tight, sweet opening with her tongue. Then, she slid in an experimental finger, and felt the tight inner walls contract. She used her thumb to flick Jill's clit, and renewed her attempt to get into her anal chamber. This time, the muscles were more relaxed and she was able to insert her digit.
She moved it in and out, like a tiny prick. Jill picked up the rhythm of her hand, and began to pump up and down along with her. Then Glenda inserted another finger. It was a tight fit at first, but Jill's ass was already warm, wet and ready, and soon the two fingers were sliding in and out with ease. She tried three, and Jill began to plead, "The dildo! Please, please!"
Glenda took the stiff pink head in her hand, and licked the squirming hole.. Seeing a little hand cream on the dresser, she squirted some in her palm. She greased up Jill's hole, and placed the big, pink knob near her asshole.
She pushed, hesitantly at first. "Harder, harder!" moaned Jill, so she tried a little harder. Jill was still pushing hard, opening her hole, and trying to draw the pink monster into her body. Soon, an inch slipped in, then another, and another.
Soon, the whole rigid pink shaft was in the woman's squiggling asshole. She thrust it in and out, enjoying the power the rod gave her. 'Just like a man', she thought.
In and out, in and out, Jill's body shook and heaved, and soon, Glenda's did too. She put her fingers in her own aching cunt to relieve that awful burning need.
Suddenly, she realized that the dildo had another end! Here she was, aching, and feeling horny, when all the while, relief was only seconds away! She took the hard, pink thing in her hand, and as she worked one cock up and down in Jill's asshole, she slid the other one into her gaping pussy.
She sighed deeply as it pressed deep into her, filling up her hole. She rocked back and forth, letting it move around inside her. then, she started moving in time to Jill's body.
Soon, the room was filled with the groans and sighs of the two women, as they writhed in pleasure on the great bed, surrounded by frilly, silky underwear.
Glenda's hand beat a vigorous tattoo out in Jill's ass, causing her to moan and buck. She stuck her hands in her own flaming pussy, and as the dildo rammed its brutal way in and out of her asshole, her fingers manipulated her cunt to near frenzy. Her cries grew louder, and in a final, tearing screech, she came, juice pouring from her.
Glenda ceased the motion of the dildo in Jill's ass, but she kept ramming it into her own steamy passage. With Jill's thighs as a cushion for her knees, she moved up and down on the now slippery fat dildo.
In moments she was coming, sweat streaming off her body, hoarse moans coming from her throat. She rolled off Jill into the soft pile of clothing, feeling faint and dizzy.
Jill turned over to face her, and they stared deeply into one another's eyes. Who ever said that women were only passive, meek and submissive? In Jill, Glenda felt she had found the spirit of a tigress!
Although they had both experienced shattering climaxes only moments ago, they peered deeply into one another's eyes, and their passion began to stir again.
Glenda's tongue slipped out from between red lips, and started to lick Jill's eyelids, nose, cheeks and chin. Sometimes, she drew her plump lower lip between her own, and sucked. Jill's hands went to Glenda's tits, and began to fondle.
Suddenly,-- in the midst of their tender touching and exploring, the door to the bedroom opened, and the two men, who had been wondering where their wives were, walked in.
"Oh sweet Jesus!", exclaimed Dirk, and he began to strip.
"What are you doing?", Phil said to him in horror.
"Joining these two beauties, of course."
"WHAT?"
"Joining them! Two pussies and no cock, what a shame! We should help 'em out Phil."
"You've got to be kidding!'' "Nope!"
"But it's sick! Gross!"
"Not at all! It's wonderful!"
"You're a lunatic! And Glenda, you get up from that bed this instant, do you hear me?"
"Huh?" said Glenda dreamily. She was drunk on sun, champagne and sex, and Phil's voice came to her as if from far, far away. Phil stormed out of the room in a blind rage. Dirk, however, was delighted to see so much attractive flesh, and he peeled off his tight pants, and white shirt with glee.
"Move over, because now there's three!" and he slapped both of them playfully on their succulent asses.
They did as he asked.
His dick was already hard, and they all decided that since Glenda was a guest, that she get the honor of sucking it first. She bent her head down, and parted her lips before the rosy tip. She gave the head two nice, long licks, and watched it quiver with anticipation. "Oooh, that's good baby, really good! Your husband is out of his mind, you know! A mad fool, an idiot!" , He spread his legs, to give her a lot of room as she began to eat his throbbing dick.
Jill squatted over her husband's face, and his tongue parted the wooly red patch, and found the gleaming bud of a clit within. He started gnawing on it, wanting to watch it flower and blossom.--
Glenda attacked his prick feverishly, sliding her tongue up and down the aching, rigid shaft, stopping only to bite gently on the engorged tip. She lathered it with her sticky, sweet saliva, enjoying the smooth, hard surface as it made contact with her eager mouth.
The contact of tongue to tip made Dirk eat his wife's cunt with mounting passion. He drew the two pouting lips between his teeth, and stuck his tongue deep into her hole. She moved up and down ' quickly, so his outstretched tongue became a little dick, sliding its way into her well lubricated body.
Glenda's hands moved in and out of her own cunt to soothe it, but she wanted to feel a real dick inside of her. Gently pushing Jill aside, she sat down on top of Dirk's rigid member, and started riding him, like he was a great stallion.
She rocked and swerved as Jill watched her. She rode his throbbing spear with a fierceness that shocked both Jill and Dirk. She would throw her lovely head back, and stick her tits out, lips parted in a low moan of pleasure. Then, she would lean over and bite his nipples violently, or rake his chest with her long, red nails.
Jill fingered her own pussy as she watched them. She could have sat down again, and let Dirk lick her to ecstasy, but for some odd reason, she preferred to watch. She had never known what a wild animal Glenda was! It was impossible to tell from her polite, well-bred appearance, and her pleasant manner, that she could respond like such a volatile, frenzied animal!
Glenda was close to the end, now. She dragged her hands "through Dirk's thick hair, pulling it occasionally. She leaned over to kiss him, and his lips met hers eagerly. He was shocked, though, to feel her sharp white teeth biting down on his tongue so hard that she drew blood! He could feel the warm, salty stuff seeping down his throat as her tongue attacked him! What a woman! Her passion excited him, it was a new sensation to be dominated, and made to submit to a woman!
He reached up for her tits, and massaged them furiously. She had moved away from his mouth, and now she was biting him everywhere, on the chest, the nipples, the neck, leaving the imprint of her teeth behind, as a memento.
She was heaving wildly now, shaking and shuddering like a leaf. Tears and sweat poured from her body and ran in rivulets down her, onto Dirk. She pressed her pubis against him, and ground into him, screaming, "I'm coming, oh God, coming, coming, COMING!!!" and she burst into hysterical sobs.
Dirk put his two hands on her shuddering arms to steady them, and to brace himself. With a loud grunt, he shot his steaming liquid into her ravaged hole. Neither one could move, and they remained still, their silence broken only by the tiny sobs that Glenda still uttered.
Jill had watched the scene in silent admiration and awe. She was quite something, that Glenda! Who would have believed it! Jill's hands still massaged her own, unsatisfied crotch. Dirk looked up to see her, and said, "Come here, baby!" Glenda removed her still-quivering body from his, and curled up on the bed to watch.
Dirk gently pushed Jill down on the soft bedclothes, and parted her flaming pussy lip. It didn't take too long to bring her off. A few nice licks, combined with a gentle nibbling on her clit was all that was needed to bring her over the edge, the screaming, blissful relief. The three exhausted lovers stretched and curled in the great bed, pushing aside the glamorous paraphernalia, and climbing under the sheets. They all kissed each other good night with affection, and the glowing memory of passion. Soon, they all drifted off to an untroubled sleep. Not one of them stopped for a moment to think about what had happened to Phil.-
CHAPTER FIVE
Glenda, Jill and Dirk woke late in the day, eyes and minds still dazed by the uncontrolled lust and sexual frenzy of the night before. As Jill slowly made her way over to the window, pulling a robe around her body, she saw that the day was misty and cold. It had rained sometime during the night, and it looked as if it might start raining again.
She rubbed her aching temples, and looked fondly at the two who lay sleeping in the bed. Then, she went downstairs, in search of coffee, or better still, herb tea. They said that was marvelous for a hangover..
Seated alone in the kitchen, she saw no sign of Phil, but thought very little of it. He was such a prude, a stick in the mud! Imagine fiery Glenda married to a passionless, eunuch like that! The poor woman must be out of her mind, starved for sex the way she was! Glenda had told her the whole sad story of how Phil refused to go down on her, or do anything even remotely interesting. Jill hoped that Glenda would begin to have lovers regularly back home, or else get a divorce. She leafed through the morning paper, glancing at a headline or two, and finally turning to the crossword page.
She was distracted from her puzzle by the entry of her husband into the kitchen, He was still naked, and his cock bobbed up and down when he walked.
"Hi, darling. Where's Glenda?" she asked.
"Still sleeping."
"Wasn't she something last night."
"Incredible!"
"Too bad we can't get her to stay a little longer!" and they both laughed.
Jill made him coffee, and prepared some fresh scrambled eggs with mushrooms for breakfast. They were just spreading the apricot preserves on their toast, when Glenda wandered downstairs.
"Good morning everyone!" she chimed.
"Good morning!", they replied, as she sat down to join them at their meal.
The three enjoyed a pleasant repast together, talking and laughing, making jokes, and having a good time. Occasionally, someone would reach over and tweak a tit or pull on a cock or pinch a thigh, which contributed to the atmosphere of general merriment.
After a while, Glenda said, "Where's Phil? Has anyone seen him?" Both Dirk and Jill shook their heads no. Glenda knew he hadn't been upstairs in the guest room for she had looked, and the bed was unslept in.
They searched the rest of the house with no success. Quickly, they all finished breakfast, and went out to look.
Dressed in warm pants, and heavy sweaters, they walked along the beach, calling out his name from time to time. There was no reply. In growing anxiety, they returned to the house, and piled into the car. They drove around for a while, idly looking in a few bars where he might have stopped, but Glenda knew that her husband rarely drank, especially when he was upset or depressed. He had been both last night. She began to grow anxious, and guilty. Why had she done this to him? Where could he be? She knew that he would be very, very angry with her.
They returned home in a glum mood. Jill made hot coffee and soup to revive their spirits, but no one ate much. After a while she said, "If we don't here from him by dinner time, we'll call the police. Let's do something, like watch television, or play Scrabble to take our minds off the whole thing."
They all agreed that this was a good plan. They took out the Scrabble set and began to play, but without much enthusiasm. Every time the wind blew, or there was a noise, they all looked up, hoping it was Phil. It never was.
Just as Dirk was putting down a fantastic seven letter word, the phone rang. They all looked up. Dirk rose slowly, and went to answer it. He silently handed the phone to Glenda, whose knees wouldn't stop shaking.
"Hello?" her voice quavered.
"Mrs. Norwood?"
"Yes"
"This is Police Captain Hoover. I'm calling about your husband ma'am."
"Yes, yes, is he there?"
"Well, you better sit down. It seems he was out walking on the beach last night, and he decided to take a swim. The current was real strong, and I guess he just didn't know his own strength. We found him this morning, ma'am."
"I see, I see, " she said numbly.
"I'm really sorry. We found his clothes, too, at the shore. That's how we got his name. Someone in town knew he was staying at your place last night. We called the hotel. Do you want his clothes, Mrs. Norwood?"
"Uh, yes, I guess so ... " her voice trailing off to a sob. She handed the phone back to Dirk, indicating that he should complete the conversation with the policeman. Then, she dissolved into a flood of tears on Jill's shoulder. She was so heartsick and guilty. She knew he never would have done anything do rash and foolish if he hadn't been very upset. Maybe he had even tried to take his own life. The thought filled her with fresh grief, and she cried, uttering little soothing sounds with her tongue.
After they had gone downtown to claim him, Dirk helped Glenda make all of the necessary arrangements for the funeral, which was to be held the next day. They agreed that she should fly out that evening, and they both helped her pack.
The flight wasn't until one o'clock in the morning, so Glenda had a bit of time. Jill urged her to of food or drink:
She smoked a cigarette or two, and fidgeted around the house for a while, glancing at magazines, or just idly looking around. Finally, she decided that she just had to go out for a while, and she told Dirk and Jill that she was going for a walk. Donning a pair of tennis shoes, and heavy red wool sweater, she set out.
Without knowing why, she headed towards the beach, and walked along the shore for a while. It was a gray, cold day, and so the beach was almost deserted. Here and there, a few people had brought their dogs out to romp and play, while others jogged near the waterline, where the sand was packed firmly.
She continued--on her way, without really seeing much, her mind active. She was very surprised, then, to hear herself being called.
"Hey, Mrs. Norwood!" a voice cried, and Glenda turned around to see Tommy Karsen, the boy she had met yesterday on the beach. It seemed like years ago.
"How are you?"
"Oh, all right."
"It isn't five yet, you know." Glenda realized that he was referring to their date. He didn't know about Phil, of course. He saw only that she was alone. She saw no reason to tell him, and said lightly, "Oh a breath of fresh air, so I came out here for a walk." He smiled at her, his eyes looking long and hard into her own. She then became aware of the big dog on the leash that Tommy was holding. It was a big dog, a Siberian Husky.
"Oh, he's so beautiful."
"Yeah, isn't he."
"His name."
"Sasha."
"Sasha?"
"Short for Alexander."
"Here Sasha, baby!" said Glenda, reaching out her hand to him. The dog's big blue eyes met her own, and his tail started to wag happily She patted him on the head, between the furry ears. His tail thumped.
"He likes you!" said Tommy.
"I like him!"
"Want to take a walk with us, Mrs. Norwood?"
"Yes. And call me Glenda."
"OK...Glenda."
They set out together, enjoying the brisk breeze that was blowing from the sea. The dog romped and frisked beside them, putting his wooly face up to be petted and stroked.
They walked for a while, and soon stopped at a deserted cabin. It had been used as a changing space for the lifeguards, but a newer, more modern one had been built, and this one had fallen into disrepair. They went in with two cups of hot coffee they had bought, to warm themselves a little bit.
Once inside, they sat down. Glenda noticed again how handsome the boy was. The lean, tight body, squeezed into the blue-jeans, the deeply tanned face, the blue sweatshirt bringing out the blue of his dazzlingly blue eyes. The dog placed itslef beside its master, face nestled in the bulge of the boy's crotch. From what she could observe, his dick was a big one. It was outlined by the tightness of his pants, and it seemed as if he wore no underwear.
He grew silent under her gaze, and only looked steadily at her. He looked at her rounded thighs in their blue denim casing, and at her pretty face, with the full red mouth.
"You very cold?" he asked.
"A bit."
"Let me warm you then.", and he leaned over to kiss her. She knew this was coming, she had known it from the moment they met on the beach, yesterday.
She knew it awful, but she wanted it so badly. It might make her feel better, she reasoned. And, after all, no one would ever have to know.
She returned his kiss with mounting passion, and he drew her into his tight, strong embrace. His hands ran through her silky hair, and then stroked the soft locks back from her face.
But she didn't want it to be gentle. She wanted it to be raw filthy, untamed. She knew she would never see him again, and that excited her more. No strings, no regrets, only the memory of wild, bestial passion.
She grabbed him with such force that it knocked him off balance, and he sat down on the floor of the shack. She tore at the zipper of his sweatshirt, and ripped the garment from his body.
Then, she grabbed at his fly, yanking the zipper down. As she had suspected, no underwear stopped her from what she sought. His big, thick cock jumped up from the opening she had provided, and he moaned with pleasure as she stroked it.
He began to get busy, too, pulling off her sweater and blouse, rubbing the hard nipples round and round in a circular fashion. Unzipping her pants, he pushed aside the thin stuff of her panties, and found her already gasping cunt. She sighed heavily as he stuck two of his thick fingers inside of her. She couldn't wait to replace them with his dick.
As they rolled and groped with mad abandon on the floor, Sasha, the dog became very excited. He smelled the scent of passion in the air, and he yipped and barked in encouragement. Soon, his furry shaft grew hard, and he trotted over to the writhing couple on the floor, and stuck his face between them.
"Hey! Sasha! QUIT IT!" commanded the dog's owner. Sasha seemed a little abashed by the admonition, and he obediently went back to his corner, putting his snout between his two front paws that were outstretched before him.
But he could not restrain himself for long. Soon, he was up again, and sniffing at Tommy's exposed cock, which Glenda was sucking with relish.
"Sasha! What did I tell you?"
"Oh, let him play!" Glenda said. Tommy looked at her, his eyes widening as if he could not believe the implication her words held.
"What do you mean?"
"You know perfectly well what I mean, " she said steadily. Her brain was racing. 'She knew it was wrong, sick, perverse, demented, and that if anyone knew, they might be tempted to lock her up. But she didn't really care. Two dicks were better than one, she reasoned, even if one belonged to a dog. Besides, she liked Sasha. All of the worry and tension and pain about Phil could be obliterated in one way, and one way only. She needed to drown out her sorrows with lust, with rough, fierce, and if need be, degrading sexual acts, that would be condemned by society at large. If this was sin, the let her be damned, and she reached over very deliberately, and started to fondle the dog's furry shaft.
Tommy's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He thought that Glenda was a little crazy, but he had to admit it sure was sexy to watch her going after the dog like that. She was wild, this one, and he didn't want to lose her. He decided to go along with her whims.
Glenda was naked now, and wrestling with the excited dog, who yelped and whined with pleasure. His tongue hung loosely out of his mouth, and the slimy pink prick was slithering out of its sleeve.
Glenda rubbed harder, and Sasha panted out his lust. Tommy had also stripped, and was pulling on his own thick rod as he watched the hot scene.
He decided he wanted to join in on the fun, so he got behind Glenda, who was now on all fours as she furiously rubbed the dog's prick.
Her cunt was already moist, and he could see the dampness of the matted black hair, and the red opening of her slit.
Positioning himself carefully, he placed the tip of his cock near that alluring little opening. Glenda moved back suddenly, and her wet cunt seemed to gobble him up in one exciting pelvic thrust that had both of them choking and gasping for breath. He started to pump right away, with long strokes.
Then, to his great surprise, he saw Glenda place her lips over the tip of the dog's penis.
He was beside himself with joy. He rolled over on his back, and thumped his tail madly on the floor. His legs were up in the air, his eyes closed, and he uttered low, doggie moans.
She slicked up that canine meat, pulling him deeper and deeper into her throat, moving her head rapidly up and down, up and down.
When Tommy saw this, he increased the speed of his own thrusts, and pumped madly into her willing pussy. He felt her walls clenching and relaxing around his stiff- rod of passion, and he pushed harder and deeper.
She moaned, and wiggled her hips, which made the semen come boiling up from deep within him, and he deposited it in one huge, burning wad within her.
He drew his tool from her, continuing to stimulate this wild, insatiable creature with his fingers. He thrust them, as he had his dick, in and out of her steaming orifice. She writhed and sighed, "Do my asshole!"
The boy did as he was told, sticking one hard finger into the hole she exposed by spreading her legs apart a bit further.
Her mouth was still glued to the dog's meat, and soon, his odd quivering, and sudden contraction let Tommy know that Sasha had come, violently, in Glenda's mouth.
He wondered what she would do now. She didn't keep him in suspense for very long. One great gulp was all she needed to swallow the mouthful of come the dog had deposited between her willing lips.
Meanwhile, his fingers were occupied in probing her asshole, and he slid them into her like little dicks, causing her whole body to shake.
The dog's lust was unslaked, and Tommy was amazed to see him go for Glenda's tits, that were hanging down. The dog's big, pink tongue was lathering her erect nipples, and Tommy could see how the sharp, canine .teeth occasionally chewed on them, eliciting even more moans from the fevered woman.
He continued sucking her tits, when suddenly, Glenda pulled away from Tommy's hand, and threw her body on the floor. Tommy just moved in surprise as he watched Glenda direct Sasha's face to her open pit. The dog took one long sniff and her open crotch, and he dove right in.
His big tongue was everywhere at once, clit, lips, hole. Glenda was at her breaking point, and she shrieked her orgasm so loudly that Tommy clamped his hand over her mouth, lest anyone hear them, and come running.
Glenda remained still, her eyes closed, and he, r face and breasts flushed. Tommy could see where the dog's teeth had nipped her, for there were the imprints of his teeth, glowing red, on her white flesh.
The dog was still horny though, and tried to lick some more at Glenda's pussy.
"He wants you!" Tommy exclaimed. Glenda opened her eyes, and said, "My pussy is raw! It needs a rest!"
"Give him your asshole!" Tommy said, eyes gleaming, as he felt his own fat dick growing hard at the thought.
Glenda got up, and positioned herself on all fours again. Tommy led Sasha around behind her, and helped the excited .whining beast insert his long red dick into the already slick asshole. Then, he began to pump.
Tommy came around the front, and getting down on his knees before Glenda, he stuck his wildly throbbing dick before her lips.
"Suck it, bitch!" he commanded, and when she looked at the gleaming tip, already oozing its sweet juice, she opened her mouth, and drew him into that lovely orifice.
As she lapped and sucked at the boy's cock, nestled in its bed of furry blonde pubic hair, she balanced herself on one hand.
The other one she lifted carefully, not to knock herself off balance. Tommy helped her by placing his hands on her hips to steady her.
He drove her body harder and harder into the dog's cock, while her teasing hand, now cruel, now tender tickled and caressed his fat balls.
Boy, woman and dog were bound together in a mad bestial embrace. Harder and harder the dog thrust, faster and faster the woman licked and sucked. Soon, both Tommy and Sasha came to orgasm, filling her mouth and ass alike with gobs of thick creamy semen, human, and canine.
They rolled off of her, and lay tangled up together for a few moments. Sasha continued to lick Glenda's face, as his master was dressing.
Tommy helped Glenda to her feet, and handed her the clothing that was strewn about the floor. With promises of another meeting, if he returned to Florida, or he came up North, the three said good-bye, amid hugs, licks, kisses and pats.
Glenda emerged in the nippy dusk. She knew that what she had done "wrong, but she felt better, purified, almost calmed again.
She was learning about herself slowly, but she thought she had finally come upon the truth. It was only through acts of wild, unrestrained, and bestial sex that she was able to achieve any kind of serenity and peace. She walked back to the house quickly, where, to the delight of both Dirk and Jill, she was able to consume a healthy dinner before they drove her to the airport.
CHAPTER SIX
It was several weeks after the funeral. At first, Glenda had been despondent and depressed, but soon she picked up again. She visited Dr. Marsden two or three times, and he was very helpful in making her feel better.
Her friends were very thoughtful, and there to always be parties to go to, or dinners, or evenings at the theatre. She hadn't had such an active social life in years, and she thoroughly enjoyed it.
Dr. Marsden had advised physical exercise as one of the best cures for the sleepless nights she sometimes had, and so she increased her yoga classes, and swam almost daily at the local branch of the YWCA.
She had also been going for her riding lessons with regularity, but to her sorrow, Mephisto, her favorite by now, wasn't there. He was off at some local horse show or other, and Glenda had to content herself with other horses at the stable.
Then, one cold November day, she arrived at the stable wearing a new, dark green woolen riding outfit. The fit was tight, and showed off her breasts and hips to-- their best advantage. She climbed out of the car, and there was a very pleasant surprise awaiting her. There, on the grass, was Mephisto!
He was very happy to see her, it seemed, for he raced over to her, and began to nuzzle her immediately. As always, she took out the snacks she brought for the horses, and gave him everything she had, not saving any of the apples or sugar for any of the other horses. He crunched away merrily, as she stroked his glossy black neck. His eyes shone in love and gratitude.
Just then, Miss Joan walked out of the stable and greeted Glenda.
"Hello, my dear! Glad to see you! Are you going to take Mephisto out today? He's just gotten back, and I'm sure you'll be thrilled to see him!"
"Oh yes, Miss Joan, I certainly am! And I think he's glad to see me too."
"No doubt!"
The great, gleaming beast was saddled, and Glenda mounted with a pleasant sense of anticipation.
As soon as her body made contact with his, even through the hard leather saddle, she could feel herself flushing all over. God, how she loved him! She and Phil had often talked of buying a horse; well, why not buy him? She would speak to Miss Joan about this very afternoon.
The horse began at a slow, steady pace, his back rising and falling rhythmically. Glenda enjoyed the feeling of the cool, brisk air on her flushed face, and tits, and as soon as they were what Glenda judged to be far enough away from the stable, she urged him to go faster, longing to feel the familiar warmth racing through her veins. She hit has back with the crop, and dug her spurred heels into his flesh.
Mephisto responded to her urging, and began to gallop along, mane and tail streaming out behind him. Glenda gripped the reins tightly as she felt the pressure building up in her thighs and crotch. His swift movement brought her down again and again on the unyielding, hard saddle, and soon, her cunt was aflame, and throbbing painfully.
She kicked him again, and his speed increased. She was slamming up and down with all of her might now, her breath coming in long, hoarse gasps, sweat dripping--from her gleaming brow. She wanted for him to go faster and faster, to ease the ache in her tortured pussy.
The orgasm was close, and she knew it. She could feel the taut hardness of her breasts, which felt as if they were ready to burst from the tight woolen fabric of the riding jacket. Her pussy was sopping, and she was sure that it had soaked through her cotton underpants, and was now well into the woolen riding pants that she wore.
Her clit was ready and erect, needing only a few final jolting thrusts to bring her over the edge. Digging her heels into the horse's sweating flanks with all of her might, she felt him rearing up, and he uttered a shattering neigh that coincided with the scream she let out as she came. Then, almost instantly, she was thrown from the saddle, and went flying through the air.
Her hands had slipped from the reins as she came, and when the animal reared, she was thrown easily, and with no effort. In fact, it took her several seconds to figure out what exactly had happened, for the intensity of her orgasm had blotted out all other sensation. The uplifting, air-borne feeling she had experienced, she had attributed to the shuddering climax. It was only when she found herself on the ground, her pants torn, and her arms aching, did she understand what had happened to her.
Glenda looked at her body to assess the damage incurred by the fall. The left knee of her pants was torn, and her leg was bleeding lightly. Her arm was throbbing too, but since she was able to move it, she didn't think that she had broken it.
Lifting her hands to her face, she saw that they became marked with blood, but it seemed that the wounds were only scratches. She was a bit dizzy and shaken, but she was not seriously hurt.
Mephisto was nowhere to be seen, he must have galloped off in fear. Glenda closed her eyes, and waited for her head to clear. When she next opened them, Mephisto was standing over her, big eyes looking steadily into her own.
So, he had come back for her! What loyalty and devotion! He wouldn't leave her wounded and stranded out here in the woods, no, he was truly a remarkable beast, with a great capacity for feeling affection.
She slowly tired to rise, using the horse's strong body to steady her. Once on her feet, she began to stroke his elegant black face with loving caresses. He stuck his muzzle forward, as if trying to get more of her hands and body. His quivering nostrils revealed his state of agitation as he pushed his face into her torso.
As he rubbed his gleaming forehead back and forth, Glenda felt her breasts growing warm and tingly. She was sure that her nipples were rock-hard. Looking around to make sure that no one was in sight, she unbuttoned the tight garment and cast it to the leaf littered ground.
She stood before the beast, her tits throbbing in the white nylon bra. Quickly, she stripped that off too, and revealed her naked white breasts to Mephisto's eager gaze.
Could a horse get excited by a woman's body? It seemed that this particular horse could, and did. He thrust his soft, trembling muzzle towards Glenda's tits, and began to rub.
She shuddered all over from feeling that glossy, furry face rubbing against her bare body. His lips were enormous and soft, and she almost died of pleasure as she felt them open and graze the cherry red nipples.
Soon, his magnificent tongue had come out of his mouth, and was lathering the entire front of her body. She shivered as his warm, wet saliva was spread all over, warming her, caressing her. She yearned to kiss him, to exchange saliva with him, and she lowered her face, while giving him a gentle tap under his.
The horse seemed to understand her perfectly, and raised his face towards her. She op ned her lips, and as he ran his hot tongue all over her face, she stuck out her own, so that form time to time, their tongues made burning contact.
As he licked her, she unbuttoned her tight pants, and stepped out of them. Then she stripped off her boots and panties, and walked over to him again.
He seemed to know what was in store for him, for he pawed the ground impatiently, and snorted loudly in anticipation. Glenda stroked his hot, gleaming flanks with one hand, and she fondled her own hot box with the other.
Mephisto whinnied softly, and looked into her eyes with a nearly human expression. Glenda was convinced he could read her thoughts.
Slowly, as if in a graceful ballet, she lay herself down on the ground before him, her legs together. Then, she moved them apart, sliding her hand softly over her white stomach, touching her damp mound occasionally.
Mephisto lowered his head, and gave her belly a lick or two. Then, his enormous tongue moved down to her spread cunt.
She shuddered as she felt it caress her, it was so big, and so hot! It seemed he could be deep inside her, and lathering all over her clit and lips at the same time. She writhed and howled, and he continued to lick.
His own passion grew. She could hear him snort, and see him stamping with impatient lust as his tongue continued its. hot, probing task. Then, the dizzying blackness would overwhelm her, and she could see nor hear no longer.
His tongue was so long that it occasionally could even reach part of her neatly puckered asshole, but he was mainly devoted to her throbbing cunt. The orgasm rose like swiftly spiraling whirlpool, sucking away all life and energy, leaving her a shaking, shuddering wreck, as she sobbed, "Yes, yes YES!" Then, everything went black.
When Glenda regained consciousness, the sky had grown dark, and the wind whistled mournfully in the trees. She knew that she had better get dressed and quickly return to the stable, for they would be out looking for her soon. She could always blame her lengthy absence on her fall.
Hurriedly, she put on her things, and with some pain and difficulty, mounted the horse. They went slowly back, and ran into Ralph and Miss Joan on the way.
"My dear, what's happened to you! Thank God we've found you, we were so worried!" exclaimed Miss Joan.
"I think I'm all right. Mephisto was frightened by something he saw, a dog, a rabbit, I don't know what. Anyway, he shied and reared, and I lost my grip on the reins. I fell, but I don't think that it's very serious."
"Thank goodness for that! I don't think you should ever ride Mephisto alone again, Glenda. In fact, I strictly forbid it! Next time, you must take Ralph, or one of the others with you. "
"But Miss Joan, I'm truly all right! Riding with a partner just wouldn't be the same!"
"Well, we'll see. Now you go home and get some rest. I think perhaps a doctor should look at that knee. What do you think, Ralph? I can call one right now if you choose..." Glenda didn't hear the rest of what Miss Joan of what Miss Joan was saying. She was too concerned with her own thoughts.
Miss Joan couldn't be serious about not riding the horse alone any more, she just couldn't! Glenda knew that she had to see him alone again, and often. She wanted to feel his hot tongue caressing her body again, she wanted to explore him with her hands and mouth, she wanted to see his cock, and to taste its come, she wanted to fuck him! There, she'd admitted it! She knew that only that blazing sexuality of the beast could ever really satisfy her, and wouldn't give him up.
She turned to Miss Joan again, who was still . prattling on about something, and she said, "I know this might be a strange time to bring it up. Miss Joan, but actually, I had thought of buying Mephisto for myself. Phil and I had often thought of getting a horse, and I still want one. I love Mephisto, and he knows me already, and seems to like me. I'll offer you a very good price for him. What do you say, Miss Joan?"
"Oh, my dear, I'll have to give it some thought, I really will. You know, I hate to refuse you anything, but I am very, very fond of him. A horse with a temper, to be sure, but ah! What spirit! What grace and poise! I just don't know Glenda. I'll have to think about it and get back to you."
Glenda was a little crushed, but she planned to keep working on it. She knew she needed that horse for her very own, and she was determined to get him.
She went home quietly, her mind busy, devising schemes and plots, trying to think of ways to be with the animal alone, to quench her desire, and to buy him from Miss Joan. The woman must be persuaded.
Glenda slept easily that night. For the first time in a long, long time, she knew what she needed to do to make herself happy. All that remained was to go about it. She awoke the next day with the same, undisturbed serenity. She knew what she had to do. She spent the day quietly, by herself, reading, writing letters, weaving. Too excited to eat, she skipped dinner, and had some good steaming tea instead.
She dressed carefully, for the night was chilly, but made sure that all of her garments could be easily stripped off, and just as easily put back on. She set out around ten-thirty, and drove the distance to the stable quietly. Cars were few, and she was there in no time at all.
The stable was, as she had expected. She wandered around for a little while, just to make sure, but there were no lights, and no sounds of life other than the low rumbling noises of the horses in their stalls.
She had brought a flashlight in her pocketbook, and now took it out, and began to search. The stable wasn't all that big, and after a few minutes, she found him.
"So, my beauty, how are you tonight? Did you think that I'd forgotten you? Did you think that I wouldn't attend to your pleasure too? You have to trust me, my wonderful stallion!" Glenda said in a soft voice, petting the horse's soft, excited face.
She lifted his face to hers, and waited for him to begin the slow hot licks, which he did instantly. Her face was warm from even thinking of him, and now it glowed and burned in the dark-ended stall.
But tonight, both of their pleasure would be complete. Glenda stripped quickly, and ran a hand through her cunt. She offered it to the horse, who grew excited at the smell, and licked it furiously.
Then, she dropped to her knees, and groped under his belly for a moment, caressing the soft, gleaming surface. He snorted his pleasure at her touch. Her hand found the strong, hard knob of his cock, that grew instantly at her touch. Mephisto pawed the ground, and shook his whole body.
With increasing vigor, she continued to rub the ever growing shaft. It grew thick and fat in its furry sheathe, and soon, the slick red tip appeared, sliding its way quickly out. Glenda couldn't believe how huge it was, this magnificent, thing! It dwarfed any man she had ever seen. Thick, long, and glistening ruby-red in the darkness, the magic shaft shuddered and throbbed with each pull, each exciting tug.
She knelt down,--and kissing her way along the underside of his strong, firm body, she reached the huge wet head with her lips.
It was simply too big to envelope at one gulp, so she kissed and licked it a bit, lathering its slippery surface even more with her own, slick spit.
The horse was beside himself, rocking and bucking. She had to watch her hands and head, lest he kick her by accident, and cause some serious damage. Somehow, the knowledge of his power, and his ability to hurt her if he so desired, caused Glenda to get even more aroused. She started driving her hands into her own, hot, slit, as she continued sucking the horse's meat.
Over and over again she drove her mouth down on the stallion's steaming rod. Her own hole was a slippery, sopping mass of curls and flesh, as she fingered it, trying to at least ease her passion a little bit.
Finally, she could wait no longer. Sliding underneath the horse's belly, she faced upwards, and gave herself a little push with her hands, gaining leverage from the floor. She gripped his body tightly with her shapely legs that had grown strong from riding, and her hands grasped on to his thick, glossy coat. "Fuck me, Mephisto, darling, fuck me now!"
The horse seemed to know exactly what she wanted, for it thrust its huge, rigid spear in her direction. She spread her legs yet wider, and screamed softly as she felt the burning, glowing red tip of his prick enter her own burning pit of passion.
Then she started to sway her hips wildly, around and around, hoping to give him the hint. The horse, however, no longer needed any prompting. Once he had gotten his prick into her, his sure, timeless instinct told him exactly how to buck and thrust. All Glenda needed to do was to hold on tight for the hottest joy ride she would ever experience.
The animal's passion was as boundless as her own. Over and over he drove the enormous, inflamed spear of his passion into her tight, dripping box. No one, nothing had ever filled her the way he did. There was no happiness more complete, and she bit her lips to keep from shouting aloud with pleasure and joy.
Harder and harder he pumped, his eyes rolling, and little snorts coming from the delicate, quivering nostrils. His passion-- knew no bounds, no restraint, and no end. On and on her joy went, until she felt delirious, and her hands had turned numb from holding on to his coat so tightly.
The feeling was so intense, and so marvelous, that she was barely even aware of how she reached her first climax. She only knew that suddenly, the pleasure rolled over and through her, in endless, never-ceasing waves, and she was laughing, sobbing, shouting, all at once.
But that was only the first of the many orgasms that caused her to writhe and shake beneath the great black beast. Soon, they began to melt into one another, and she lost track of them, and was aware only of a long, never ending stream of pleasure that coursed through every nerve, every vein, every muscle. She wanted to live for this and for nothing else, nothing else, nothing else, her mind repeated, dizzily.
The horse's passion mounted too, and he was relentless in the driving insistence of his thrusts. Harder and harder he pumped, until at least, rearing up on his two hind legs, he came, shrieking a loud "NNNNEIGH!" that woke the other horses in their stalls.
Reluctantly, Glenda released her tight grasp, and slipped to the floor, in a mindless state of blissful exhaustion. Mephisto drew away, and snuggled down beside her in the fragrant hay, that was stained and wet from the enormous, sopping load of sperm that he had shot up into her cunt, and come gushing out of her body, like a waterfall.
She slept the peaceful, undisturbed sleep of a child, nestled against the warm dark body of the horse beside her. She had never felt so relaxed or satisfied in her entire life, and it was with the greatest effort that she was able to rise, dress, and drive home, in the quiet of the breaking dawn.
CHAPTER SEVEN
For the next several days, Glenda was happy and at peace. She didn't want to arouse Miss Joan's suspicions, so she decided no to put any more pressure on the woman for a while, and instead, she began to occupy herself with other things.
Christmas was on the way, and she found herself swept up in a whole round of exciting Christmas activities-parties, tree-trimmings, late night caroling. The memory of her night with Mephisto still glowed warmly within her, and she felt calm and certain in the knowledge that they would soon be together again for good. She could afford to wait. She and the horse were fated for each other.
In addition to all of Glenda's social activities, she began to do some local charity work. She made presents for men in prison, helped out at the orphanage, became a steady volunteer at the hospital.
One morning, she got a telephone call from one of her neighbors, Janet Tucker.
"Good morning, Glenda. This is Janet Tucker. How are you feeling these days?"
"Fine, just fine Janet, and you?"
"Oh, the kids have a cold, but aside from that, I'm OK."
"That's good."
"Listen, are you terribly busy these days? I really called about a favor."
"I'd certainly like to help. What's on your mind, Janet?"
"Well, you know that I belong to the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals."
"Yes, go on."
"Well this year, one of our projects has been to do some work over at the zoo. It's winter time, and the animals get bored and lonely. We visit them, and sometimes we assist the keepers in their duties with some of the tamer animals. It's really quite interesting work. You can learn an awful lot about animal habits, and things. Well, anyway, to get to the point-I usually go in on Tuesdays, but now that the kids are sick, and I'm involved in the Christmas play, and my husband is away, I really don't see how I can make it down there this week. Do you think you can fill in for me, Glenda, just this once? I'd be so appreciative, and so would the animals. It's only for this one time."
"Of course I will!"
"You're an angel!"
"Just give me all the details."
"Well, you go in at nine o'clock in the morning..."
Glenda was secretly thrilled at the phone call. What better Christmas present could she ask for? A whole day with the animals-who knew what untold delights the day might promise her. She could hardly wait for Tuesday to arrive.
Tuesday morning, she was up at the crack of dawn to get ready. She wore a thick winter weight plaid skirt, with knee socks, and warm boots. She wore a half-slip, but no panties, so that her crotch was in easy reach. A thick, wool sweater, that buttoned down the front came next. She didn't bother with a bra, for she wanted her body to be as accessible as possible.
A coat, scarf and gloves completed the outfit, and she was off.
The drive was not a terribly long one, but the day was cold, and the road was icy. She went very slowly, fearing that she might skid on the glassy, treacherous ice. The car crept its way along, and she could barely control her impatience.
Then, up ahead, she saw a huge mass of stalled cars. She became very annoyed, and honked her horn loudly. No one moved. She got out the car, to find out what was happening.
Looking around, she saw several police cars up ahead, and an ambulance. She turned to someone in a neighboring car.
"Do you know what's going on?"
"Accident, lady."
"Oh dear, was it bad."
"Yeah, I think so."
"How many people were hurt?"
"Five, maybe six. It was the ice, you know, the roads are murder today! I think the police are going to close them off, at least for the next few miles. It's the only thing to do."
"But I need to get to the zoo today. This is the only road!!"
"Gee, that's tough!"
"What am I going to do?", she said, wringing her hands.
Just then, a big policeman approached her. He looked about forty, but still had a lean, muscular build, and his iron-gray hair was attractive under the blue of his cap.
"Having trouble?" he asked politely.
"Yes, I am! I'm supposed to be at the zoo this morning, I'm a volunteer there, and they're expecting me. Now, the road is closed and I don't know what to do!"
The policeman looked her over a few times. Even in the winter coat, he could make out the outline of her shapely form, and the cold day had brought a rosy flush in her pretty
"Maybe I can help you, " he said coolly.
"Oh, thank you so much!"
"Follow me!" and he turned off in the direction of his blue police car. He told Glenda to get in, and he would take her to the zoo himself. A police car would not be stopped on the road.
"Oh thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed. "It's OK."
He began to chat as they drove; the ice on the road was. very bad, and he was forced to go very slowly in order not to lose control of the car.
"So, a pretty lady like you finds time to help out at the zoo. How nice."
"I love animals."
"Yeah me too. You got any?"
"Yes, a cat."
"I can't, because my wife's allergic to them. Too bad, I'd love to buy my little girl a kitten for Christmas."
"How old is she?"
"Eight. The older one is thirteen. And I have a boy, he's ten."
"What a lovely family."
"You have any kids."
"I'm a widow."
"I'm terribly sorry."
"Oh, that's OK"
"I guess it's lonely at Christmas, and all.".he said, his voice making a discreet invitation. She looked at his big, firm body, gray hair and nice green eyes.
"Oh, it's been lonely all right, you know. You get used to having someone around, especially at night, and all. Sleeping alone is no fun." she said, waiting.
She didn't have to wait very long. He pulled off the road, behind the shelter of a big hedge. He put on the radio, and drew her into his arms.
Glenda hadn't been with a man since Tommy, down in Florida, and even that experience was really colored by the memory of the Siberian Husky.
His kiss was hard, deep and demanding, and Glenda was surprised at her own passion as he sucked greedily on her tongue and lips.
"Oh, baby, " he moaned, reaching into her coat to grab her tits. His hand crept under the wool, and rested on her plump, throbbing breast, kneading the nipple until it stiffened in his palm. "Nice, nice!" he crooned, seeking the other, diamond hard dot.
She reached for his chest, and unbuttoned him, sliding her hands in to massage his firm chest, and pull on his nipples. Then, she moved her hand down to his throbbing crotch, and sought for the ever-growing bulge in the blue pants of his uniform. She exposed the gleaming shaft, rubbing the tip with her palm.
His hands now moved to her cunt, and discovering that she was without panties made his way easier. He moved his fingers through the soft patch of cunt hair, looking for the opening. Finding it, he slid them in, pressing deep. Once in the back seat, she shrugged off her coat, and he got out of his. Opening her sucking on them hungrily.
She leaned back, and spread her legs, waiting for him to enter. First, though, he leaned over to do her pussy, with nice, licks, and gripped the bud of her clit between his teeth, and bit down, quite hard.
Pleasure and pain shot through her at once, but mmm, it was good, so good. She closed her eyes as he continued to bite angrily on her wet cunt.
Then, she felt the tip of his shaft in her cunt. God, but it was hard! She didn't think she had ever felt anything so hard before, and shivered pleasantly in anticipation.
Opening her eyes, she was shocked to see it wasn't a dick between her lips, but a thick wooden nightstick!
"Hey baby, I've got a little helper here!" he said laughing. "Just relax, and it's gonna be fine!" and he started to slip it in.
Glenda was alarmed at first, but soon, very soon, she began to like, and enjoy the thick, fierce looking shaft that was penetrating her drenched hole.
She clenched her teeth, and sucked in her breath. The policeman was aroused at her response, and he took his own rod in hand, and beat if off, in time to the stick that was now driving in and out of the slick hole.
He straddled her face, and kept one arm behind him so that he was able to direct the wooden stick up her cunt, while she sucked him
His cock was large, and had thick, bluish vein, and nicely flared head. It looked like a gleaming plumb, and she took it greedily in her mouth. He sighed with delight as she bit and sucked on his inflamed rod, using her tongue to probe the little piss slit.
Her hands grabbed onto the fat sack of his r balls, and rolled them like bread between her two palms. He was groaning loudly now, and their steamy breath had fogged up the windows of the car.
"Oooh bitch that's good, really, really good. I love the way you suck it, love it, love it..." he was crooning and his body bucked and swayed, driving deeper and deeper as he furiously fucked her face. "Oooh, I'm gonna come, gonna come in your pretty mouth. I'm coming, coming!" and he shot his hot wad down her throat. She swallowed, and it was gone.
Drawing the prick from her face, he continued to fuck her cunt with the big stick. Harder and harder, until she too, had reached an writhing, wrenching orgasm. She arched her lovely back, and her pussy muscles clamped around the stick, and she heaved and grunted on the vinyl seat.
Shaking and hot, they sat and quivered in one another's arms for a few minutes. Some drops of come were still on her lips, and he wiped them off with his big, strong hands. She drew his fingers into her mouth, and sucked the last traces of come from them.
Slowly, they dressed, and drove to a nearby diner to have coffee and toasted corn muffins. Then, the policeman escorted Glenda to the zoo. It was only ten o'clock, not too bad, she would still have plenty of time for the zoo was open until at least four, even in the winter.
"Well, merry Christmas, honey!" he said with a smile, "The guy who gets you will be real lucky. Real lucky! I envy him!" and he gave her a big kiss before he dropped her off.
Glenda patted her cheeks, and smoothed her rumpled hair and clothing. Then, she entered the main keeper's headquarters.
"Good morning. I'm sorry I'm late but the roads " were awful. I'm replacing Janet Tucker." The keeper, a tall, older and rather attractive man, smiled.
"Nice to meet you. And thank you for being so kind today."
She followed him around for a while, to get the idea about what each animal required. Some could be fed, some couldn't. It was better not to touch them, he added. He also gave her a set of keys to several cages of the tame, non- violent animals, in case she needed them for something, but urged her to be careful and to call him before going in anywhere. Glenda noticed with great care whre he put the other keys. It would be simple matter to slip into his office while he was out, for he had given her that key, and sneak some of the others.
She knew that what she was doing was slightly mad, but that only inflamed her desire still further. The idea that she might get caught was even more stimulating, and she couldn't wait to be left alone.
She was so excited that she found it difficult to decide where to go first. She knew, though, that no one had ever made as hot as Mephisto, and so she headed over in the direction of the of the zebra cage. The animal was built a good deal like her beloved Mephisto, and she had gotten a glimpse of his thick cock stub.
Making sure that the head keeper was safely occupied cleaning the elephant cage, (no small task!) she slipped into the building which housed his cage. She had already taken the keys for that particular cage from the office when the keeper's back was turned, and she held them tightly in her coat pocket.
Opening the door to the cage, she succeeded in attracting the animal's attention. He looked up from his lunch, and gazed at her thoughtfully.
He was somewhat smaller than a horse, and he had long soft ears like a donkey. Glenda wondered if he were ticklish, and longed to kiss and lick them. His body had the typical black and white markings of a zebra, and she liked the look of his exotic, dappled coat. His skin was smooth and glossy, and she wondered with a chill what it would be like to stroke it.
She moved towards him slowly, a carrot in hand, along with some lumps of suger. She didn't really know what zebras ate, but this one looked interested, abd he came over, giving her outstretched palm an inquisitive sniff.
Soon, he was munching away merrily, and she was petting his soft muzzle with her other hand. When the snack was done, she remained standing next to her, as she stroked him.
Apparently, he was a rather lonely little zebra, for he didn't seem in the least bit shy. On the contrary, he was very happy to be getting all this love and affection.
As she petted him, .her hand moved down between her legs, and drove deep into her pussy. It was still wet from her lively fuck in the car this morning, and the juice had that rich, just-after-sex smell. She brought it up to his nose to give him her scent.
The animal seemed to like it, for his long, delicate ears quivered, and his red tongue, smaller than Mephisto's, but still quite large, peeped out, and shyly began to lick.
She left her hand up in the air for him to lick as she knelt, her hands searching around for the prize she had gotten a glimpse of earlier.
There was little trouble finding it, and soon it grew hard, and began to expand under the patience of her artful touch.
Soon, the angry red tip emerged. Glowing like a live ember, and the beast grew excited. His cock throbbed arid twitched in her hand, and in no time, the blazing red sheath was exposed.
Drawing her hand away from his eagerly licking tongue, she got down on all fours so she could reach his cock. As soon as her glowing, coral lips touched it, he quivered all over, and snorted his approval. Yes, yes he seemed to be telling her. She sucked and slurped, enjoying his response, as she fingered her own pussy, begging for fulfillment.
Her hands slid in and out of that gaping cunt, and only the huge size of the zebra's thick rod prevented her from crying out loud with the joyous sensation that the experience afforded her.
Her eyes lit upon a small, sturdy bench that was in one comer of the cage. With great difficulty, she moved away from the beast, who trotted after her on his sturdy legs. Drawing the bench into the center of the cage, she planted it securely in the straw. The animal seemed to know what she was about to do, for he came around behind it, and stood waiting, the anticipation shining in his sensitive, dark eyes.
"Poor, poor baby, I'll bet it's been an awfully long time for you, hasn't it? No nice little lady zebras to keep you company, nobody to talk to, I feel sorry for you baby! But today's different, today is your lucky day! You are going to fuck Glenda, isn't that nice? Do you want to fuck my cunt honey? Do you want to stick your big hot tool, so nice so red, into my tight little hole? Won't that feel good? Huh? You want to?" Glenda crooned to him.
It seemed that he had understood, by some mysterious, intuitive power, every word of her loving speech. His eyes seemed to plead, and his whole body quivered from the passion he was feeling. She looked with lust at the big dick, dripping with ooze and juice and saliva, and her body grew hot.
She positioned herself very carefully on the bench, putting her arms out behind her to draw the animal closer. Her ass was slightly spread, and the moist, gaping hole of her pussy was filling the air with its sharp scent..
The animal may have been horny, and a little out of practice, but its instincts were very sure. Moving closer so that he stood over her, his dick found the waiting target of the open slit.
"Ahhhh, " she sighed, as he entered her steaming tunnel. She felt her body writhe and contract with the pleasure. Oh God, it felt so good, so good...
It seemed to be very good for the zebra too, for he heaved and thrust like a pro, filling her aching cavern deeper and deeper with each burning jolt.
Her hips and pelvis snapped in time to his movements, and she put her arms down on the floor to steady the now shaking bench.
His sounds were low, throaty, a cross between the neighs of a horse, and the braying of a donkey. Sometimes his foot stomped on the stone floor beneath the straw, and once, his gesture was so violent that it brought forth a spark.
Glenda gasped as she saw the tiny spark ignite a piece of the dry straw, and burst into a steady clear flame that gained life and energy with each passing second.
The obvious thing to have done would have been to get up instantly, and put it out, but the throbbing in her cunt was even more immediate than her desire for safety. As soon as she came...the small flame grew, and soon they were surrounded by a little ring of fire, not large enough to be fatal, but menacing just the same. The thick smoke brought tears to Glenda's eyes, and made her head reel, or was that just passion that was causing her to react so?
The flames burned, moving near the wall, and licking it with glowing, serpentine tongue, the madly copulating couple was only further stimulated by the flames; it was as if their own inner passions had brought about this occurrence in the external world.
Glenda was sobbing now as the zebra drove further and further into her, and she soon could feel the slowly rising tide of her orgasm growing moistness with each mounting second. She came violently, screaming and groaning. The animal, inflamed by her passion, came too, drenching her tunnel with the steaming fruit of his loins.
Glenda's last convulsive shudder made her lose contact with the floor, and the animal kicked the bench in such a way that it moved, and she toppled off, still shaking from the intensity of the climax.
Then, without even bothering to smooth out her wildly disheveled clothing or hair, she ran for buckets from the animal's trough, and filled them to the brim with water. The stone floor and iron bars prevented the fire from spreading, or doing any serious damage, and she was able to put it out with a minimum o effort.
While the smoke cleared, she arranged he clothing, and with a last loving kiss, sai good-bye to her dappled friend.
She then went off, and spent the rest of the afternoon watching the keeper clean, Or playing with the furry baby rabbits, and downy, golden ducks.
When she left, the keeper thanked her for her time, and urged her to come back again whenever she wanted. She smiled, and said that she was planning another trip to the zoo very, very soon. Wishing him a merry Christmas, Glenda walked to the phone booth to call the police man she had met that day, for her car was still stranded about ten miles away. He had very nicely had it towed to her home, and he was only too glad to escort her there himself.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Christmas eve was lovely; Glenda spent it a wonderful party with her family, and many old friends. Her parents home, in upstate New York, was glowing and festive, the house always filled with the mirth that the season engendered.
They all sat down to a turkey dinner the next day, and the table groaned with food: Her mother's special roast turkey, chestnut stuffing candied yams, fresh green beans and mushrooms, huge fresh breads, and an endless variety of pies, they were all to stuffed afterwards to move.
Although her parents urged her to remain on with them for a few more days, and enjoy the New Year with them, Glenda had a longing to get home. She loved her family, but her sexual needs were making it hard to sleep, and she needed to go back and see her beloved Mephisto. For a Christmas gift, she was going to bring him two pounds of peanut-brittle. She could almost hear his delighted crunching and crackling.
She arrived home two days before New Year's Eve. She had planned to go and see Mephisto the first night that she got back, but the blinding snowstorm prevented her from venturing on the slick, frozen roads. She would just have to wait until they had been cleared.
She was tempted to over on New Year's Eve, but she was invited to a party at Diane's house, and she had promised she would attend. She did decide, though, to give Miss Joan a telephone call, and to find out what the woman was thinking about, and if she were willing to sell the horse.
The phone rang twice, and then she heard Miss Joan's voice.
"Hello, Miss Joan. This is Glenda Norwood."
"Hello, my dear! Season's greetings!"
"Miss Joan, I'm calling about Mephisto; do you remember I asked you if you would be willing to part with him? I'm really very anxious to buy him, and promise you that I can make it worth your while to sell him to me.
"Well my dear, I do hate do dash your hopes, but I've decided that I simply couldn't sell him, not even to you. Of course, you are welcome to ride him whenever you want to, but truly, he's an old favorite, and I can't bear to give him up. I'm very sorry. Perhaps I could interest you in another horse?"
"No, no I don't think so. I have my heart set on Mephisto, I really do. I you sure you won't reconsider my offer?"
"Quite, quite sure. I am sorry."
"So am I."
"Well, good-bye, Glenda dear."
"Good-bye Miss Joan, "'said Glenda, putting the phone back on the receiver. She was boiling with rage and lust. That bitch! How dare She! Why wouldn't she sell the horse? Glenda must make her change her mind, she must!
She was so upset, she didn't know what to do. She felt she had to see Mephisto tonight, even if it was just for a little while. She glanced at the clock above the stove. It was only five now. If she hurried, she could get one quick, blinding fuck, and still be home in time to shower and dress for the party. She threw on some clothes, grabbed the peanut-brittle, and raced out the door.
The roads had been pretty well cleared by this time, and the road to the stable was not well populated, so Glenda was not bothered by an undue amount of traffic. She raced there as fast as she dared, on the quiet, still snowy curved roads, and soon she had arrived, panting for breath.
She walked quickly to the stall where she knew her heart's desire to be. Her hand had been busy playing with her cunt in the car, and now the silky patch was soaked and ready. She felt her cunt lips tingling with anticipation as she neared Mephisto's stall.
Her head ached, she breathed with difficulty, she felt that she might faint from the agitation her lust had aroused in her. Silently, she pulled the stable door ajar slightly.
She was greeted with quite a shock. There was already someone in the stall, and the someone was none other than Miss Joan herself!
It took Glenda's eyes a few minutes to grow accustomed to the dark, and then she was able to make out the whole scene. Miss Joan, stark naked save for a riding hat and boots, and the horse was fucking her madly! Fucking her Mephisto! Glenda could see that the woman had had a special hammock made for herself, that slung like a feed-bag around the horse's body. She was resting in in, suspended below his heaving belly, so that her arms were free. In one hand, she held a riding crop, and there were sharp spurs on her boots.
She was being jostled up and down by the horse's mad thrusts, and Glenda could see the animal's huge cock heaving in and out of her downy pubic patch.
"Harder, harder, oh my stallion, fuck me harder! I'll never give up, my master, my savior, never, NEVER!" and she laughed a wild demonic laugh that sent shudders up and down Glenda's spine.
She was eaten up by rage, jealousy and lust. After all, she had come here to fuck the bucking beast, to feel him tear into her insides and make her scream with the pleasure and delight, and now here was someone else in her place!
And the someone else was none other than Miss Joan, the evil bitch who wanted to prevent her from owning this magnificent animal, Miss Joan, who wanted to deny Glenda her life of serenity and peace. If she had had a gun, she might have shot the woman. But of course she had no gun, she had nothing.
Wait a minute! An idea was taking shape in her brain, almost too quickly for her to keep up. Taking one last look at the heaving pair, she dashed out to the car, her feet leaving tracks in the soft, unbroken snow.
Turning on the flashlight, she fumbled through the trunk for a few minutes, searching for something she knew to be there. Where in God's name was it, anyway? She knew it was in here somewhere. She kept looking frantically, until finally, she seized upon it, and brought it with trembling hands out of the car.
Here it was, the camera! She checked quickly; there was a flash attachment, and it seemed to have film in it. No, she had no gun, but she had something that was better...
She raced back to the stable, and saw with relief that they were still locked in their embrace. Miss Joan's long, thin legs, in their shiny boots were mashing into Mephisto's sides, her jangling spurs drawing blood.
Mephisto snorted and heaved, as she kicked or hit him, with the stinging black crop. Glenda could hear the noise made by the blows.
"Harder, fuck me harder, and harder, I want to be filled with you, your cock, your boiling come! HARDER, "I SAY HARDER!!!" Miss Joan's voice rasped now, it was so hoarse from her shrieks of passion.
At that moment, Glenda raised the camera, and taking steady aim, focused it carefully. The little eye neatly formed the proper frame, making a charming picture of Miss Joan and her most unnatural lust. Glenda's finger was poised above the shutter, and she clicked it, sending off the bright light of the flash cube. She then cocked it, ready to shoot again.
"What's that? Who's there?" cried Miss Joan, terror lacing her voice.
"It's me, Glenda, Miss Joan, " was the reply, as Glenda snapped another picture, and another.
"What are you doing here?" said Miss Joan, as she was struggling to break free from the horse's embrace. Mephisto, though, was less shy, and was not about to let her go until her had come. He was still panting, and his cock was deep inside of her. Plus, the hammock made it even more difficult to uncoil herself, and Glenda had the satisfaction of seeing Miss Joan writhe and struggle vainly, trying to extricate herself from her humiliating postion. All the while, Glenda was taking pictures until she had finished the entire thirty-six frame film.
"Well, " she said quietly, "Now I can see why you refused to see me this horse, Miss Joan. But these little snapshots might make you change your mind. People in town would be very, very interested to see them, I'm sure. You would be a laughing stock for months. That is, after they let you out of jail."
"But, but..."
"No buts about it bitch! You sell me the horse, or I publish these in the newspapers from coast to coast! Now what do you say?"
"I...I "
"Speak up, cunt!"
"I'll...I'll sell, " was the broken reply.
"Good. Now because I'm a nice woman, I'll let you finish. But you'll have my check in . the morning, understand, cunt?"
"Yes"
"Happy New Year, Miss Joan!" said Glenda cruelly, and slammed the stable door behind her. Looking down at her wrist watch, she saw that it was only six o'clock. She still had plenty of time to get to that party. She drove home, in the morning. Should she talk to someone about building a stable behind the house for her new horse, for she wanted to be near him every day, and every night. Too bad she hadn't a chance to ask Miss Joan where she had gotten the neat hammock. What a useful device it was! She would have to make subtle inquiries about it. All in good time, she smiled to herself, all in good time. It promised to be a most pleasurable and exciting New Year.
She drove into her own driveway, and went to get ready for the party. A most delightful New Year, indeed!", thought Glenda Norwood as she mounted the stairs.
And she would have many more delightful hours once the big stallion was quartered at her home. She could hardly wait to feel his huge, throbbing organ inside her once again.
CHAPTER NINE
The party, Glenda noticed as she walked into the hot, smoky room, was absolutely mobbed. She had never seen so many people in one house in her entire life. People lined the stairs, arid clustered in groups around tables where food and liquor had been set up. She heard music, and when she looked up, she saw that a few couples were foolishly trying to dance in the narrow, crowded hallway.
The noise was so loud that you could barely hear yourself think, let a lone talk. She met several people that she knew, and everyone offered her their deepest sympathy about Phil. She responded politely, not knowing what to say. In truth, she had never been happier in her life. Not that she had wanted Phil to die, but life was much more pleasant without him. If only he had found himself a young and nubile woman at the office, and given her a painless divorce. She sighed, rather loudly, then, she tried to push her way over to a small group in the living room. She remembered one woman in particular, named Nina Smith. She didn't like the woman very much, for she was dull and humorless, but at least she was a familiar face amid this vast and confusing sea. She pushed her way over, through the maddening throng of people.
All at once, she felt a hand on .her shoulder hearty male voice saying, "Glenda! Glenda Norwood!" She whirled around, trying to place the tall, shaggy haired man, with the pleasing grin, and the full beard. She was having trouble remembering
Seeing her perplexed face, he said, "I didn't have the beard when we knew each other!"
"Oh! Barry! Barry Leeser! How could I forget?"
"Well, it's been years!"
"So it has!"
"Was it...fifteen years ago."
"Just about."
"I heard that you got married."
"Yes, but I'm divorced now."
"Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that."
"Actually, Barry, that's not true. My husband died...it was all very recently..."
"Oh! I'm so very sorry!"
"Well, what about you?"
"Oh, I've never married..." he said, his voice trailed off.
Glenda remembered all of it now, the memories washing over her like warm, familiar waves. It was one summer, when they both were in high school.
Glenda's family had rented a little cottage up by a small lake in one of the more secluded, and less populated areas of upstate New York. They had wanted a quiet vacation, with no intrusions, no noise, no tourists. That was very lovely for them, but for fifteen year old Glenda, it was something of a bore. She was young, and full of high spirits, and wished for a friend with whom she might share her vacations. The only other families around had very young children, babies in fact, for whom she baby-sat often. It was a nice easy source of income for the young girl, but it was not too much fun.
Then, the Leeser family had rented a nearby cottage. In addition to two very little children, the also had the seventeen year old Barry.
He seemed so much older than she was, she remembered. He was already a student in college, and she was very much in awe of his brains, and of his sophistication.
He knew all sorts of things. When his parents weren't looking, he smoked fancy, French cigarettes, and told her dirty words in French, which made her giggle. He loved jazz, and knew about the really chic restaurants in New York. He told her of his college pranks, and his teachers, and his girl friends at school. She was very jealous when she heard about the girl friends.
Barry and Glenda spent a lot of time together that summer. He was not very athletic, and scorned time spent at the lake, or trying to get a tan.
She was more than willing to let him decide what they should do, and how they should spend their time, so under his guidance, she too learned to scorn those things.
Instead, he liked to read aloud. They read all of his favorite poets, who had names like Keats, and Shelley, and Rosetti and Tennyson. Often, she didn't have the faintest notion of what they were about, but she loved the sound of the words, and she loved especially the sound of Barry's voice as he read to her. That, she thought, was the best part of all.
Glenda was developing a crush on the boy, but she had little experience with boys of any age, and so she was not entirely aware of what was happening to her.
Barry liked Glenda, but for a long while, he mistook her innocence for stupidity and childishness. He enjoyed her company, but didn't really think of her a friend. The girls he had gone out with at school had been two or three years older than Glenda, but they looked as if it were five. They wore make-up, and clothing that showed off their womanly bodies. Glenda, however, was the baby of her family, and still went around in blue jeans that were frayed and scruffy, and old sweatshirts. She was quite pretty then, with a well formed body, but she was not particularly concerned about her appearance.
One afternoon in July, it grew unusually hot and humid. Even the flies moved slowly through the thick, sodden air. Everyone was lazy, and was either asleep, or at the lake. Despite his avowed distaste for la vie sportif, Barry suggested that they go swimming. They were lying in a hot, sticky patch of grass as he said this, far away from everyone else.
Glenda thought it was a fine plan, and was about to walk back and get her bathing suit, when Barry said, "Oh, why bother? We're far away from the crowds, and this bit of the lake is well hidden by these woods that are separating it from the other part of the shore. I don't want to walk home. It's too hot. I'm going to swim naked."
"Barry! You can't!"
"Why not?"
"Oh, it's not nice!"
"No one will see!"
"I'll see..."
"Close your eyes!" he said, and pulled off his T-shirt. His young chest was smooth and hairless, and despite his dislike of sports, he was not at all badly developed.
His shorts were next, and then his sneakers and socks. Soon, he was left in his white jockey shorts. Glenda waited, breathless, to see what he would do next. She had never even been swimming with the boy, so she had no idea of what his body looked like. He peeled off the underwear, and stepped towards the water. His buttocks were smooth and firm, his legs long, with nice hair covering the thighs.
Then, she looked at his prick. It was long, and smooth, with a nice pinkish tip. It nestled inside of a bed of downy soft pubic hair. Glenda wondered what it would be like to touch that furry patch. .
"Well? You coming or not?" he said, running into the water.
"Uh...OK." said she, and she started to take off her clothes. Barry watched her.
Although Barry didn't think much of her looks, he was nonetheless interested to see her body. She had looked so frankly at him that she felt she couldn't very well ask him not to look at her, so she bravely peeled of her sweatshirt, and began to undo her pants. Standing in a white cotton bra and panties, she untied her sneakers, and kicked them aside. She unhooked her bra with a careful nonchalance.
Barry was glad that the water hid his dick, for he was sure it would be standing straight up in the air. God, but she was pretty! He had been fooled by the clothes, but he had been wrong to believe them. Glenda's young body was beautifully made. Her white arms and shoulders had a smooth, ivory surface, and her breasts were full, and capped with adorable pink nipples. He waited breathlessly for the girl to pull down her panties. Her cunt mound just swelled up gently enough for him to see it form this distance, and her belly was white and smooth. He found himself thinking that he would love to stroke its alabaster surface.
The cunt itself was covered by a sparse nest of dark, fine hair, allowing his eyes to make out the lines of her cunt petals. Once she was naked, Glenda splashed in with him.
They horsed around in the water, splashing each other, and trying to dunk one another whenever they got the chance. Occasionally, their bodies met and bumped in the water, setting the surface of it ablaze with the little currents of electricity.
Barry had grabbed Glenda's head, and was threatening to push her under the water.
"No, Barry, stop!" she squealed.
"Why should I stop?"
"Because!"
"Glenda, that is not a very good reason."
"Please, please!"
"If I let you go, what will you give me?"
"Anything!"
"Really?"
"Yes, really!"
"Promise?"
"Yes, yes!"
"OK, then, I'll let you go if you let me give you a kiss."
"Sure! Sure! Now let go!" '
"But I want to give it to you when we're out of the water."
"Anything you say! But let go!"
"And you have to promise to kiss me back!"
"OK! BARRY!"
"All right, Glenda, go ahead! But you promised!" he said, freeing her at last. She sped away from him, so he couldn't catch her again, and only stopped when she was a safe distance.
They remained in the water for another hour or so, laughing and playing. Finally, exhausted, they climbed out, and waited for the hot sun to dry their bodies as they flopped lazily in the grass.
"Glenda?" Barry said.
"Mmm?"
"Uh..."
"What is it?"
"Remember your promise."
"Sure!"
"Well, it's time to pay up now!"
"OK, so go ahead and kiss me!" she said, offering him her ripe, red woman-child's mouth.
"Uh...you said anywhere!"
"OK, OK, so you want to kiss my foot?"
"No, Glenda, not your foot."
"Well, then what?"
The boy said nothing for a long while, but Glenda grew uneasy as she noticed something odd happening to his prick. It sort of looked like it had gotten water in it or something for it seemed rather swollen. And it was very red, especially around the tip part. She wondered if he were all right. She wanted to ask him, but somehow, it didn't seem quite polite.
"Barry!" she said at last. "Glenda...open your legs for me."
"What?"
"Open your legs."
"Why?"
"Because I want to kiss you there."
"You want to kiss me there??."
"Yes. And I want you to kiss me there!"
"Uuugh! No."
"You promised!"
"I know, but..."
"Glenda, it isn't fair to go back on your word!"
"I know, but..."
"I do it to my girlfriends at college..."
"You do???"
"Yes."
"They let you."
"Yes."
"And do they do it to you."
"Yes!"
"Do they like...having it done."
"Oh yes!!!"
"And do they like...doing it."
"Well..."
"Glenda, please!"
"OK! But don't tell anyone!"
"I won't!" he said, and moved in front of her. "I'll do you first, so you get the idea. Open up."
Glenda did as she was told, and closed her eyes, her hands clenched in two fists, waiting for her ordeal to be over. To her surprise, she felt a gentle nibbling at her ankle. She held her breath, waiting.
The nibbling moved up, and reached her calf. It did feel good, even if it was a strange thing to do. Then, that nibbling mouth moved farther up her leg so that it reached the inner part of her white thigh. It no longer felt good-it felt fantastic!
He kept licking and sucking the insides of her thighs, biting softly on their milky flesh, and blowing hot air on them.
Her legs started to open of their own accord, the droopy cunt lips to spread in welcome anticipation of the delights to come.
When they were well apart, and gaping hungrily, Barry put his face there. He inhaled deeply, and then, only then, did Barry Leeser kiss Glenda Norwood's spread, pink pussy on a hot August afternoon.
Never, not if she lived to a hundred years old, would she forget the magic of that first cunt kiss, that sent all the skyrockets shooting off in her head at once. Rainbows of colors burst across the sky of her mind, hung suspended for a moment, and then dissolved, waiting for the next explosive blast of color.
The boys gentle tongue licked up all the flowing liquid juices, and lapped at the spread lips. His tongue danced over her clitoris, at times gentle and tender, the other times fierce and rough, but always with supreme skill, and real affection. He felt, as he put his head in the grass and nibbled this sweet cunt, whose oder mingled with that of the foliage around him, that he was falling in love with her.
She was writhing now, and making the noises of a newborn lamb. Her breath came short and hard, and her orgasm was a sudden shower of shooting stars, that exploded, and whose memory was still tingling long after the sensation was over.
He raised his youthful face to meet hers.
"Oh Barry!" she sighed.
"You...liked it?"
"I can't even describe it! I've never felt anything like that in my whole life!"
"I'm glad I could make you feel that way, Glenda."
"Now, I want to do it for you!"
"You do, huh?"
"Very, very much!" she said as she kissed him on the lips. It was the first time she had ever done that, too, and she delighted to the new sensations of a warm, soft tongue slipping into her parted lips. She put her own tongue in his mouth, darting it around like a firefly, reveling in the newness of tongue and lips, gums and teeth. His mouth was ambrosia from the gods, and she could have gone on sucking forever.
Finally, with a great effort he pulled away. His cock had been stiff some time now, and it was beginning to cause him considerable pain.
Gently, he urged her face down between his spread legs, and offered her his joy stick to fill her greedy mouth.
She ran her tongue around the head, experimentally, delighting in the curved tip, and tiny slit which enabled piss to spurt out. She poked her tongue in and out of the tiny hole. To her, it looked like a small belly button and she liked to play with it, tease it, fiddle with it.
She used her tongue to wet it, to make the shaft slippery and smooth. She liked the way it tasted, the faint taste of salt, and the taste of the lake, all mingled together with the very distinct taste . of Barry. Glenda loved it, and sucked it. She heard him whisper, "Take it into your mouth, all of it, please!" Not knowing exactly what he meant, she opened her lips, and slid the tool in as far as it would go. She let her tongue swirl around for a moment, bathing it with her saliva. Then, she moved her head up, to get some air, and he shuddered.
"Okay, that's it," she thought, guessing correctly that his was a noise of extreme pleasure. She moved her soft dark head up and down on the boy's dick, while her hands had their fill of his silky pubic hair, and nice, neat balls.
She sucked greedily, until she heard him whisper, "Glenda, baby, I'm coming, coming in your mouth!" The warm, tangy come filled her mouth in a sudden burst, and not knowing what else to do with it, she swallowed it all in one gulp.
She brought her face, flushed and smiling, next to his. He opened his eyes and smiled too. For a while, they didn't say anything, but just were content to lie there, feeding deeply on each other's eyes. Barry would reach up to touch her face from time to time. His fingers would trace a delicate path around her chin, the bridge of her nose, her brows, the curved shell of her ears.
Glenda let her own hands explore his face, with the straight, slightly freckled nose, the long lashes, the wide, serious eyes, the firm chin. How was it that she had never before seen how beautiful he was, , this new lover-friend- companion of hers? She thought that it was the most beautiful face in all the world.
Glenda remembered all of that as she stood looking at him in the middle of the crowded, noisy room, filled with too much smoke, too much loud noise, and too many people. She looked up at the eyes of the man standing in front of her, trying to focus on the present, and blinking her eyes against the mist of the past.
"God, that was some summer, wasn't it?" she said.
"It sure was..."
"How did it end?"
"You mean you don't remember?"
"Wait, it's coming back to me..."
After the bliss they had experienced in one another's arms, Glenda and Barry became constant companions. Their parents remained quite unaware of the growing intimacy of the two teenagers, and were glad that they kept each other company, and so neither one was bored, and begged to be taken home.
They met at night, in the same place, and they sucked each other to the heights o; ecstasy. Barry wanted to fuck the girl, but he? worried about getting her pregnant.
One day, he went in town with a firm resolution to buy some rubbers. Once he had obtained the desired items, he was very jubilant, and hastened to tell Glenda of his purchase. They agreed to meet, as always, in their favorite spot, where they were sure to remain undetected.
On that particular night, however, there was a small part out on the lake for all of those people who were renting cottages. A band was set up on the shore, and the cottagers had put up festive paper lanterns, that illuminated the whole area. Tables of food and drink were arranged, and soon, the couples began to arrive.
Glenda worried that perhaps they would be discovered.
Barry, however, had no such worries. He knew that all of the adults would be busily engaged in their party, and therefore would not be terribly interested in what the two teen-agers were doing. He urged Glenda to meet him, holding her hand tightly in his own, and stroking the soft inner part of her thigh. Glenda agreed to come. When he touched her like that, she knew that she was powerless to resist him.
She was both anxious and excited about the evening. The day dragged on slowly. It seemed as if night would never come. Glenda watched her mother dress for the party, and helped her to pick out her summer shoes and a light shawl.
Finally, when her parents had gone, she slipped out of the cottage, and headed towards the. appointed meeting place. Her heart was pounding, and her hands had grown wet with perspiration. When she arrived, she saw that Barry was already there.
"Look what I've got!" he said.
"What?"
"Look and see!"
"Oh! Wine!" she said, looking at the bottle of dark liquid that he held up to her. Glenda had never tasted more than a sip of the stuff, and she waited eagerly while he opened the bottle.
They passed it back and forth between them, the heady sweet stuff running down their throats, and warming their already heated bodies. Finally, Barry set the bottle down in the grass, and his hand wandered lazily over to Glenda.
She shivered, despite the heat. She was completely naked underneath her thin cotton sun dress, and as his hand passed the back of it graze against her pubic fuzz.
Barry's hand was a slow, sinuous snake as it wound up between her parted legs, and found its way to her hot, moist cunt. He fingered her slowly, waiting for her gasps and sighs to come as they always did.
Pulling the dress up, he spread her thighs apart, and put his mouth to her slit. She moaned, surrendering completely. His face nestled and held by two creamy white thighs, the boy licked and sucked her eager pussy until she felt herself grow faint from desire.
He pulled off the dress and discarded it in the grass, his hands busy groping for the rest of her young body. Glenda felt her blood thicken, and grow drugged and sluggish as he stroked her body everywhere. His hands moved up her flat smooth stomach, tickling the slender ribs, and tracing the gently flared hips. His fingers moved upwards, caressing her collar bone, and her fine white throat, until Glenda's whole body was a sheet of flame.
He sensed her arousal, and hurriedly pulled off his own scanty clothing. "Glenda, suck my cock for a minute." he whispered, and she lifted her body up to do his bidding.
Tasting the wet, salty tip, she sucked greedily, her tongue swirling around the quivering head for a moment. Then she took it all in her skilled little mouth, as his hands reached down to pet her shining dark hair.
He didn't want to come between her lips tonight, however lovely they were. With great effort, he pushed her face away, and reached for the little foil packet that was in his pocket.
"Let me see!" she begged.
"Here!"
"It's so little!"
"It opens up."
"Really? How?"
"Like this. You unroll it first..." he said, guiding her hands along his stiff, aching rod. She helped his put the rubber on, and then let him push her down on the grass again.
His mouth found hers, and drank deeply as his positioned his body" over hers. Her legs were spread and wide, and her cunt was already wet with her passion. Placing the tip against her virgin hole, he pushed. She was so wet that the tip went in easily, but he had a little more trouble the rest of the shaft. After several minutes, he still had not gotten in any further.
He tired again, eager to feel the tight, untouched walls of her cunt surround his cock. Glenda bit her lip to keep from crying out, and the tears started to seep out of her lovely eyes.
Barry saw them, and licked them away, liking their hot, salty taste. He pushed harder now, and could feel her tight cunt giving a little bit as he shoved his dick in.
"Do you want me to stop, Glenda?" he asked softly.
"No, no!"
"Sure?"
"Yes!"
"Am I hurting you?"
"A little bit..." she said, her voice trailing off.
Barry was growing hotter and hotter, and he knew that he couldn't contain himself much longer. He reasoned that getting fucked was like jumping into a lake: once you were in, the water was fine. He knew that he would hurt Glenda for a moment, but he thought that once the hurt was over, he would be able to give her more pleasure that she had ever had in her life.
With a firece thrust, he shoved his dick into her very hard. She cried out with the pain, and was sure she could feel the blood starting to trickle out of her poor, damaged cunt. But Barry kept on thrusting, and soon, Glenda could feel a warm tingling sensation rushing to her thighs.
As he pumped his dick in and out of her, his body ground against her excited clit. The friction was wonderful, and she forgot the pain of only moments ago.
She began to respond to his well timed thrusts, answering his body with the movement of her own. She picked up the pace quickly, and soon they were fucking madly away, his dick ramming in and out of her with great speed. She wriggled and writhed with pleasure, wanting him to do it harder and harder. Her arms pressed his body tightly to hers, and she covered his face with tiny, fluttery kisses.
Glenda felt her blood begin to simmer, and then to boil. Just as she felt the first spasms overcome her, she was startled by a loud noise. She thought that it was Barry for a second, but to her shock and horror, she saw another pair of eyes peering at them, over Barry's shoulder.
"Hey what's this?" a voice exclaimed. Poor Barry said nothing, but Glenda could feel his dick shrinking inside of her. She almost cried, she was so angry. He pulled out of her, and awkwardly tried to cover her from the invading pair of eyes.
"Ha, ha, ha!" the voice boomed. Glenda recognized Arnie Gruen, a neighbor and friend of her parents. Her face blazed with shame for herself and her lover. Arnie just screwed up his big, drunk face, and kept laughing. Presently, he was followed by two or three others. Glenda didn't know all of their names, but she recognized them as friends of her parents. They crowded around, drunk and laughing, while the miserable pair fumbled for their clothes that were strewn about the grass.
Glenda looked up at Barry, now completely unaware of the noisy party around her. The vividness of the memory startled her. It had been years and years since she had thought of that first time, and all of the shame that had come along with it. Her parents had been furious, and wouldn't allow her to see Barry any more. His family hurried him off to school again. He had tried writing to her a few times, but her parents always took the letters and destroyed them before she had a chance to see them. Then, Glenda's family moved away, and they had lost touch completely. The shock of running into again left her a little breathless, and she could only stare at him, without uttering a word.
She could see by his face that he too was caught up in the spell of the past, looking at her face as intently as one reads a map when one is lost. Finally he said in a low voice, "I'm so sorry Glenda!"
"Me too!" and to her utter surprise, she burst into tears. A few people turned around to look at her by the door. Holding her as she sobbed, he said nothing, only patted her hair. After a while, he said, "Let's got out of here!" and she nodded, still sniffling.
They drove through the frosty night, not saying very much. Barry was in town visiting some friends, and so they decided to go to Glenda's house. She opened the door, and turned on a small light. Pouring two glasses full of brandy, they sat on the couch, side by side.
Slowly, with some hesitation, they began to speak. Soon, the thoughts just flowed like f-- water. Glenda told him of her marriage to Phil, and how unhappy she had been with him, despite the fact that he was a good, kind, man.
Barry told her all about his life, and about the woman he had almost married, but at the last minute, something happened between them, and the wedding had been called off. They talked for hours, making up for all the lost time between them. The conversation and the brandy made Glenda feel more relaxed and peaceful than she had in months, and she stretched back on the couch, her feet up, and arms raised.
Barry looked at her reclining, graceful body, and felt his cock start to harden. He remembered that summer vividly, and the mere memories were making him aroused.
Without stopping to think, he leaned over and gave her a lingering kiss on the lips. Glenda responded by driving her tongue into his mouth. After Mephisto, she thought she would never sleep with another man again, but here was one who was making her whole body grow limp with desire.
She offered no protest as his pulled the clothes from her body, gazing at each exposed part as if it were some rare work of art. His hands caressed her stiffening nipples, and reawakened all of the passion of her youth.
As he rubbed her body, his face moved down to suck those gorgeous globes, and to catch the erect nipples between his teeth. She pressed his face to her body as he sucked her, enjoying the feel of his beard against her.
His mouth traveled down her white belly to the dark, fluffy patch of hair between her legs. He rubbed his whole face against her for a few moments, drinking in her scent, wanting it to fill his head completely. Only when he was immersed in her smell did his mouth travel downwards, parting the soft hairs as he went, he found the button of her clit with ease, for it was already red and hard. He slipped his tongue out to taste the end of it, and Glenda pulled his face forward, eager for is kiss.
He lathered her wet cunt with his whole mouth, tickling and probing the lips, and gathering the bud of the clit between his teeth. He used his tongue as a tiny cock, too, driving it deeper and deeper into her quivering hole.
His hands were busy with her buttocks. He stroked the white, firm cheeks, and spread them apart gently with his hands. As his tongue was sliding into Glenda's pussy, his finger was probing the delicate chamber of her asshole.
He moved his mouth further down, and began to lick her there too. Then, he flipped her over, slipping one hand underneath her belly, so both cunt and ass holes were in easy reach of his tongue. He glided back and forth between the two excited orifices, slithering its way first up and into one, and then into the other.
His hands followed the fine curves of her naked, alabaster form. He lovingly caressed her thighs and ass, and tickled the fine white surface of her back. Glenda was thrashing around, letting out little piercing yelps, and clawing at the pillow with her long, talon like nails.
"You're like a little beast!" he teased.
"What?" she said in alarm.
"Don't get upset. I was just teasing you. I said that you reminded me of an animal of some kind."
"Does that bother you?"
"Not at all! It turns me on in fact!" he said, and he returned to his passionate licking and sucking of Glenda's smooth, white body.
He brought his hands down to his own fly, and released his prick from its strict confines. It burst out, a banner to proclaim his passion and lust. Stripping off the wool pants, he moved closer to. Glenda so that he might rub his aching dick against her legs.
The touch of his hot dick against her leg was electrifying. Glenda felt the sudden shock race through her blood, and she begged him, "Fuck me! Please fuck me in the ass, It- aroused him tremendously to hear her speak so bluntly. He pulled off the rest of his clothing, and raised her ass up in the air.
"Tell me again, baby." he said.
"Fuck me, fuck my ass! Do it hard, really hard, so that I can feel you deep and burning inside of me. Fuck me, fuck me!" she said, her voice rising to a scream.
Placing the tip of his ready, swollen member against her ass, he began to push. She was already sopping, and he had no trouble sliding his cock deep into her tight canal. He grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her body towards his.
"Oh God, Barry that's so good!"
"Keep telling me!"
"So good! It's so big, God, it feels kike it's cutting me in two, I love it!"
She was grinding against him now, so that only the sack of his balls were exposed, the rest of his long, throbbing dick was buried deep in the pearly white cheeks of the quivering woman.
One hand went to her boobs, and tugged at the nipples as he fucked her. She made bestial, snorting noises, almost like a horse.
Harder and harder he thrust, each stroke i causing Glenda to shake like a leaf in a winter storm. She threw her head back and howled, rotating her hips in a mad, passionate frenzy as they fuck.
He then slipped one hand down to her cunt, and shoved all four of his fingers into her hot passage. She groaned as he touched her, and kept snorting and heaving as his hand tore in and out of her wet tunnel. He used one hand to play with her clit and he finger fucked her, and he bent his neck over so that he could nip her back as they fucked.
The dick inside of her felt so good, Glenda thought that she might easily die from the pleasure. She was fucking him now, but she was also fucking him in the past. The two images, of Barry her first love and Barry the man as he was now were merged inside of her, bringing her to new and stunning peaks of excitement. Her whole body arched, she was poised and tense, standing on the abyss of orgasm, waiting for the final thrusts that would hurtle her over the edge, and send her soaring. Once, twice, three times, and here, yes, that was it, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, God, God, God!! Glenda was coming and sobbing all at once.
Barry held her tightly, and aroused to fever pitch by her actions and cries, shot his own boiling load deep within her body.
She could barely walk up the stairs to bed afterwards, so he carried her up, her arms around his neck, safe and trusting as a child.
They snuggled together in her big bed, his body fitting around the curve of hers, like two spoons in a drawer. He slept with his hands on her breasts, and his hot breath tickling her ear.
They rose late the next day. The lemony winter sunshine poured in through the window, and spilled all over the bed. Glenda stirred first, and her hand through Barry's thick, soft hair made him open his sleepy . eyes.
"Hi honey." she murmured. "Hi."
"Sleep OK."
"Fine. You?"
"Great!" she said, and was silent for a moment. Then she said, "Barry."
"Mmm?"
"It was so wonderful last night..."
"For me too..."
Glenda remained within the comforting circle of his arms for a while. Then, she began again. Curling his hair in her fingers, she said, "Barry, tell me what really happened between you and that woman. From the way that you described it, things were so wonderful, and then all of a sudden, they fell apart, what really happened?"
"Glenda, I just can't talk about it."
"Why not?"
"I can't."
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course I do!"
"Then why can't you tell me?"
"Glenda, just take my word for it. I can't tell you this thing! It's not that I don't trust you..."
"Then what?"
"I'm scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Just scared."
"That something you say will alienate me."
"Yes."
"Barry, whatever it is, I need to hear it. Trust me, will you? And if you do, then I'll know I can trust you with something that's very, very intimate for me..."
"Glenda, the reason that I broke up with Jenny had to do with sex. At first, things were great between us, and we had a super time in bed. But then, they kind of grew stale, and unexciting. I needed something to liven things up a little. Anyway, what happened was that we went on this trip together, up in Vermont. And we went horseback riding. Well, there we were, in this forest, all alone with thses two horses. And I started feeling a little horny, and Jenny did too. I guess that the horses kind of got excited watching us, because one of them, this male horse, started getting this fantastic erection! God, but it was big! I've never seen anything like it in my life! I couldn't keep my eyes off the things, even when I was rubbing Jenny's tits. Anyway, like I said, things hadn't been so great between us sexually anyway, and I, well, I...I wanted to watch Jenny play with this horse! Just a little, you know! Maybe grab his prick, or suck it a little...well, she got all excited. Angry, really. Said that I was a freak, a pervert, unnatural. She didn't want to do it. Didn't want to see after that, in fact...Well, there's your story. Are you sorry that I told you?"
"Oh Barry! Not at all! In fact...well, in fact..." Glenda's voice started to get soft, and her eyes shone very brightly as she related the story of Mephisto to Barry. His eyes gleamed as he listened to her, and he took her hands in his, "Glenda, do you mean to say that you're going to buy him? That now he will be your very own horse, and that he'll live here, near you, so that you can ride him anytime?"
"Uh huh!"
"And that you've made love to him."
"Yes!"
"And that you would be willing to do it again and let me watch."
"Yes! Yes."
"When can we see him."
"Whenever you want."
"Today?"
"Today is New Year's Day, silly! Can't it wait until tomorrow?"
"I suppose "In the meantime, my little filly, I'll just have to ride you!" he laughed and grabbed her tits, still warm from sleep. Glenda rolled over, and kissed him deeply. She couldn't have believed that such happiness was possible...
The next day, she and Barry got an early start. They both dressed in warm clothing, and headed over to the riding stable. Miss Joan was not there that day, but the stable was open, and Ralph helped to saddle their horses.
"I hear that you're buying Mephisto." he said to Glenda.
"Yes, Miss Joan had finally given in!"
"Well, I wish you luck with him!"
"Thanks!" she said, as she mounted the excited beast.
Barry was riding a pert young male horse named Christy. He was a dark, chocolate brown, and very high spirited. Then, with the cold winter wind blowing in their faces and making their cheeks red, Barry and Glenda rode off.
After they had gone some distance, and warmed their bodies with the heat of riding, Barry wanted to dismount, and to watch Glenda and the horse. Glenda had missed her beautiful stallion, so she was glad to comply.
They dismounted in a small clearing in the frozen woods. Glenda reached out a hand to Mephisto, who nuzzled against her like a lover, anxious for a caress.
"Steady boy!" she laughed as he almost knocked her over.
"He likes you!" said Barry.
"He sure does!"
Glenda continued to pet him, her long, delicate hands wandering all over his sleek back, haunches and belly. The horse seemed to anticipate what was going to happen, for he shivered in excited delight, and began to paw at the hard, frozen ground.
The day was too cold for Glenda to strip off all of her clothes, but she was able to unbutton her wool jacket, and pull aside her sweater so that the horse could have a look at her tits.
He evidently wanted to do more than just look. His enormous pink tongue slipped from his mouth, and he began to lick Glenda's exposed tits. Their nipples turned to little stones, and despite the cold, her body flushed, and she threw her head back, enjoying his caress.
Mephisto grew aroused, for his magnificent horse's cock grew long, ' and began to protrude from its wooly sleeve. : Barry could see the bright red arrow, gleaming in the pale winter light, as the horse continued to bathe Glenda's tits.
Barry's own dick began to throb, and to press against his heavy riding pants. He slipped it out, and began to beat off as he watched them.
Glenda was really in heaven now. He could tell by her flushed body, and heaving chest that she was swooning with delight as the horse kissed and licked her naked tits. .
"Glenda?" he called softly.
"Mmm?" she said, opening her eyes.
"Can I join you?"
"Oh yes!"
"What shall I do?"
"Well, come on over here, and we'll think of something!"
Barry walked over to her, and bent to kiss her on the parted lips. He stood a little behind her, arms around her waist as the horse licked her tits. His dick was pressing up against her ass, and he wished he could get her pants off of her, so he could stick it deep inside of her.
Finally, Glenda broke away from Mephisto, and pulled her sweater back into place. She then got down on her hands and knees before him, and started to crawl underneath his smooth stomach.
Barry's eyes shone brightly as he watched her nipping the animal's body with her teeth, her hands wandering down to his throbbing, scarlet prick.
He watched with amazement as Glenda nuzzled the horses belly with her face, and began to kiss the tip of the horse's flaming red tool.
He increased the tempo of his own hand, and he moved closer to the scene. Glenda was kissing his dick all over now. She nibbled at the swollen head, and ran her tongue down the long, slippery shaft. Mephisto pawed the ground and snorted, his mane dancing in the wind, and his eyes bright. Glenda continued her loud, slurpy sucking.
Barry was very close to her now, rubbing furiously at his big dick, watching Glenda with naked lust in his eyes. She glanced up at him, and suddenly realized that he might need some help.
Keeping one hand gliding up and down the rigid pole of the horse's prick, she moved her own lovely lips so that they were now upon Barry's dick. He gasped, and nearly lost his balance as he felt her hot, steaming mouth encircle his dick.
Her tongue was on fire, and its little, darting flames sent shocks of electricity running through his body. She used her free hand to rub his balls furiously. Her other hand was still on the horse. Barry closed his eyes in pleasure, but opened them again. This was a treat too rare to be missed. Here was this gorgeous, sexy woman, down on her hands and knees, sucking his cock, while at the same time, she was beating off a horse! He wouldn't have believed it possible until yesterday!
He leaned against Mephisto's sweaty body for support, as he surrendered his body to the waves of desire that surged over him. His cock grew red, then purple, and finally an odd, almost blue color as her skilled tongue performed its magic on his meat.
Mephisto puffed out little clouds of steam as he stamped on the ground. They looked like clouds of smoke, emitted from his nostrils because of his insane passion. He began to neigh loudly, and seconds later, his huge stream of hot come came gushing out, soaking the sleeve and shoulder of Glenda's jacket.
He was just about to shoot his own load, when a noise distracted him. He looked, and saw that the other horse, Christy, had been watching them, and was very aroused by the heavy scent of passion that permeated the cold, crystal clear air. His small but nicely made brown body was gleaming with a fine film of sweat, and he was trying to mount a tree to relieve the pent up passion in his inflamed prick.
The sight of the animal's tool aroused Barry all over again, and he pulled Glenda's head to his dick, wanting to pump his burning seed down her throat. Her head bobbed furiously, and in one last, aching thrust, he came, pouring his come down her throat. There was so much, that some of dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. She reached a nimble hand down to catch it, and licked her fingers clean.
He pulled her up from her knees, and kissed her, bemused by the taste of his own come in her mouth. He kissed her hard, until all traces of it were gone, and he was tasting her sweet warm taste once again.
The other horse was still pawing and heaving with unfulfilled ardor. Glenda and Barry looked at one another for a moment, and then he said, "Seems like a real pity!"
"Yes, doesn't it!"
"Someone should do something about that poor beast!"
"Someone should!"
Glenda moved away from Barry, and walked over to Christy. The animal's eyes gleamed, and he trotted towards her eagerly. She put her arms around his neck, and rubbed her face into his powerful, arched neck.
He responded instantly by licking her face, causing her to get flushed and red again. He kept on licking her, and Barry watched how
Glenda parted her lips so that she and the beast were truly kissing.
Then, she got to her knees once again. Barry was amazed that his own dick started to rise anew. She crept under the animal, and sucked his fat tool into her willing mouth. Barry couldn't believe how much of him she was able to take, but it seemed as if she had enveloped all of him with her lovely, red lips.
Barry moved closer, and his hands were busy at his prick, pulling and tugging as he watched the woman madly sucking off the horse.
Christy had been very excited, and when Glenda moved a finger up to his puckered ass hole, he whinnied and snorted hysterically. She kept sucking, trying to get as much of him in her mouth as she could. He came with a piercing sound, his come gushing from her mouth, and spilling over onto her clothes.
Barry came too, and he aimed his second burning load directly at Glenda's hair so that the silky black tresses where laced with his white icing.
Glenda was still panting when she got up, and leaned against a tree for support. Her cheeks were bright red, and her hair and clothes were a mess.
Barry realized that she herself had not come yet, and he was going to remedy that. Before the delighted eyes of the two proud equine beasts, he opened Glenda's pants, and pulled them down just a little bit.
While she stood there, leaning on a tree and encircled by his strong arm, he finger fucked her hot pussy. His hands had no trouble finding the swollen knot of her clit, and he pinched and caressed it until she too was writhing in orgasm.
When they had both calmed down, and arranged their disheveled clothing, they got back on their horses, and began the ride back to the stable.
The winter air cooled their cheeks, and soon their color was back to normal. Barry started to hum a little tune, and then Glenda broke in to ask him, "Barry, don't you think that Mephisto needs a little company? I mean, I'm very fond of him, but maybe I should buy another horse, a horse like Christy to keep him company? What do you think?"
"I think it's a great idea, Glenda, really great!"
