Chapter 2
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!
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.