Chapter 9
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!"