Chapter 7
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.