Chapter 5
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.