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A Girl and Her Horse -- by Kysa Braswell
Her name was Melanie, and her beauty was legend. Men came from miles around just
for the chance to bathe themselves in her graceful aura. At the tender age of
thirteen, she had captivated not only the hearts of men, but their fantasies as
well. But it was the rarest of occasions when a courting man could find the
lovely princess with her two feet planted on the warm earth. Melanie was always
off with the wind. She was an expert rider. And there was one horse she loved to
ride very much.
You might be able to catch a fleeting glimpse of her if you were up at the crack
of dawn when she sped through the countryside on her Lightning. That was the
name of her precious horse. He was faster than all the horses in her Daddy's
stables and her favorite. Some of the neighboring townsfolk even hinted that her
desire for her young stallion bordered on the ludicrous. Be that as it may,
there was nothing on this blessed earth that could ever quench the passion she
had for that horse.
When Melanie was straddled atop the charcoal-gray beast a power surged through
her that suffused through her whole body. She had never known a feeling like
that except with her precious Lightning and she doubted whether a man could ever
make her feel the same way. Only to herself did she admit that she was in love
with the beautiful stallion. And only in her dreams. They would be flying
through the countryside like was their habit in the wake-a-day world, the breeze
making her soft, dirty-blond hair whip around her massive white face. But there
was a blank spot in the dream that she could never understand. They would be
riding fast and come to a clearing. In this clearing stood a house made of
glass. She rode into the archway opening on top of her favorite horse and
entered into it.
Inside of the glass house, her eyes were dazzled by the glittering rainbow aura
that filled the stately place. The colors blazed with the intensity of an
inferno but there wasn't the accompanying heat one would expect. It was cool and
inviting inside although the place was glazed in a rainbow spectrum that was
breathtakingly beautiful. Melanie would feel herself losing her breath inside
the image of her fabulous dream from the tremendous burst of color. She peered
intently into the blazing color. Slowly it began to ebb away and a gap sprung up
and pushed the colors to the side. It was a huge, round circular gap whose
circumference was defined by the bevy of fiery color encircling it.
Without having to shake his reins, Lightning began to make his way toward the
celestial opening. As they plodded closer to the magnificent abyss, Melanie
could make out a design forming in its center. The design began to take a
definite shape and before long it possessed a definite substance. There was
something there. As they approached the mirage the colors began to fade away.
But there was still the aura of the rainbow present.
It was just that her perspective had changed. They were now inside the
magnificent bubble that had opened before them. The structure that had formed
itself in front of their eyes was clearly visible. It was a large circular
platform. It was spinning on its axis. The closer she and Lightning came toward
it the faster it would spin. It began to make her dizzy. She wanted to take her
eyes off it to stop the feeling of vertigo pulsing through her. But no matter
how hard she tried to turn her gaze from it she just could not do it, and
Lightning kept moving inexorably forward. She pulled on the reins to stop his
forward movement. But for the first time in her life he would not heed her
command. She did not want to pull too hard and force the bit into his mouth. She
never had to do that and she didn't want to do it now. But she couldn't help the
fact that the spinning platform was making her dizzy, nauseous even.
In the dream she felt herself falling off her strong stallion. But she never hit
the ground and just kept falling. Now she was lost in the swoon of her vertigo
trance. When she finally realized herself back in one piece she was lying down.
She was on the spinning platform. It was soft and warm and she could feel a cool
breeze caressing her naked body. When she looked up she could see the awesome
glitter that dazzled her inside the glass dome she and Lightning had entered.
The platform was unusually warm. In her dream it reminded her of the times she
was delirious from a high temperature and her bed pulsed with her heat. But she
was not sick. Something else was warming the platform bed and causing its soft
folds to flame up in heat. She turned to her left. For a long moment her eyes
could not focus on the being lying next to her because the spectacle of the
glitter was still dazzling them. Then the form of the being became clear. It was
Lightning. He was lying next to her on the spinning platform. She began to
tingle with excitement. It came home to her at this point in the dream that this
was a situation she had always secretly yearned for. But only in her dream world
did she have the courage to imagine it. She knew where her eyes wanted to rove
to but she had to force herself to look there. Slowly her gaze swept lower and
lower toward the belly of the beast. The object she was searching for was inches
away from her gaze. She lost her courage the moment before the line of her
eyesight would catch hold of his fantastic penis.
But she was determined to realize her dream. She was living an unspoken goal
inside her sleeping head and had to see it through. She gritted her teeth and
raised up her courage and forced her neck down to see the obscenity her eyes
would not move to encompass within sight. Finally the object of desire came into
her heated view. When she saw it she heard the blasting burst of an army of
trumpets. Lightning's 30-inch cock lay throbbing on his upturned belly. It was a
magnificent cock, even a good bit thicker than her arm! It shocked her to the
quick at the mere sight of it. Now that her gaze was fastened upon it she had to
touch it. But every time she groped for it the cock would escape her grasp. She
became frantic and lunged at it with both hands. But she could not touch it. It
was a dream. You cannot touch dreams. The sense of touch must be enacted in the
real world.
She woke up. She was hanging off the side of her big bed. Her satin sheets had
been kicked off during her reverie. She was covered in sweat. The yearning
desire for Lightning's massive cock pulsed through her now, even while awake.
But her consciousness would not let her believe that she desired it so. She
wiped her forehead of its perspiration.
She walked around the room trying to regain her former perspective on things
that the dream had just usurped. She convinced herself that it was only a dream
and had nothing to do with the real world. It was just a dream. Melanie was a
bright girl. Her talent and grace had as much to do with her sense of beauty as
did her voluptuous body. Deep in her heart she knew that the dream was an
expression of something she wanted very much in the real world. But the love of
an animal, especially one with a sexually spicing allure to it, was not
something one breathed to another living soul. And if one did not confess her
aims to the outer world by communicating with a living soul the only outlet left
was her dreams. As smart as she was, her conscience would not let the image of
love for her Lightning become a goal that she would actively seek. When she
finally managed to calm herself and explained away the meaning of the dream as a
mere lifeless fantasy, she tucked herself back in bed. It was then and only then
that she realized that her beautiful, blond- haired cunt was sopping wet. She
felt her juices flow. She made no connection between her sopping gash and the
lustful desires exposed in her dream.
She closed her eyes and began to doze off back into sleep. Her muscles relaxed
and she could feel the warm glow of unconsciousness begin to overtake. Then she
heard the high-pitched whinny of her favorite stallion pierce the hot air of the
moonlit night and bolt her back awake. Was that a dream too? Had she just heard
a communicative moan issue from the snorting mouth of her fantasy lover? The
memory of the dream came back now full force. The image of when she first laid
eyes on his massive, erect member burned in her brain. It was useless to sleep
now. No matter what position she assumed to get comfortable two things kept
haunting her: the high-pitched whine of her lovely stallion and the image of his
rock-hard pole. When she sat down to breakfast the next morning her father could
not help but notice the heavy bags underneath her pretty blue eyes.
"Baby, are you all right."
"I'm fine. I just had a restless night, that's all."
"You don't look well. Perhaps I should call the doctor."
"No, please, it's not necessary. I'm fine really."
"Maybe this is a good time to discuss what you would like for your
birthday."
"There is that lovely saddle I saw in town. It would look perfect on
Lightning."
Vincent Forster frowned at the mention of the horse's name. He couldn't
understand why a pretty young girl like Melanie was so obsessed with that
animal. Every since her mother died three years ago, Melanie had become a bit of
an introvert. Boys were constantly calling on her and she was always turning
them down.
"How about a lovely gold necklace. I saw the perfect one in a store on the
avenue. You could wear it at your party."
"What party?"
"Why your birthday party, of course."
"Did I say I wanted a birthday party?"
"Melanie, don't be silly. It's your sweet fifteen party. It's a ritual
everyone's looking forward to."
"But I don't want it."
"But I insist. It'll be a chance to socialize a bit. You've been stuck
around the farm too much."
"What's wrong with horseback riding."
"Why nothing. But there are other things you know."
"Like what?"
"Like pretty things that all girls your age want, jewelry and such.
Besides, the party will give you the opportunity to get to know Larry better. He
was here just the other day looking for you, but you were out riding
Lightning."
"I don't want to be with Larry. He bores me."
"Very well, what about Jimmy Katz. He's a nice young boy. He's a perfect
gentleman, and believe me, a father should know."
"He doesn't like to ride horses."
"You could teach him. He could have the pick of the breed. Let him ride
Lightning. He's very tame."
"No," Melanie shrieked, "that's impossible."
Vincent Forster did not know what he had said to make his daughter so upset. He
had merely suggested the obvious thing. For a person just learning to ride,
Lightning was the perfect choice. He rarely bucked and took to people easily.
"Are you going to get me the saddle or not."
"There are better things for a young girl. Why not come to town with me
today and pick out whatever you like."
"I can't. It's time for me and Lightning to go on our morning ride."
What was her damn obsession with that stupid horse? Her father decided to put
his foot down, this was getting ridiculous.
"Melanie, you spend entirely too much time here on the farm. It's time you
got out, you know, started making a few friends."
"I'm happy the way I am."
"Well, I don't think so. I'm going to do something about it."
Melanie hated when her father acted this way. It seemed like he was trying to
make up for her mother's death. He was always blaming himself for her sickness,
something that he really couldn't have done anything about. He felt it his duty
to play two roles with her, one as father and the other as a surrogate mother.
She hated him when he tried to assume the role of mother. He wasn't any good at
it. What man was?
"Are you going to get me the saddle for Lightning."
"I'll give you anything you want except that."
"But that's what I really want."
"You're too preoccupied with things here on the farm. I'm throwing that
party for you and you're going to enjoy yourself."
He looked at her defiant expression. When her face assumed that frowning
countenance she reminded him so much of her mother. Her pert little nose raised
up and her small nostrils flared out in rebellious defiance. Her high cheekbones
flamed red. Her chin was slightly raised and she drew in her cheeks just a
fraction. She seethed with a fury she could barely control. But she did because
no matter what she still respected her father. He had been good to her, though
he sometimes overcompensated for things he had no control over. When he assumed
his authoritative stance she knew that it was impossible for her to argue with
him. And right now he was quite adamant. He had it up to here with that fuckin'
horse. She spent too much time with that damn thing. It was getting way out of
hand.
"All right, for you Daddy, I'll do it."
"That's my girl."
The knowledge that something was terribly wrong with his daughter, that she was
the victim of some sort of neurosis, burst into Vincent Forster's brain. Years
of assuming the role of mother had filled him with an intuitive awareness that
was alien to most men. In a strange way the death of his wife had made him
realize the woman in himself. Also that the urge existed in all men as well.
Having to convince one's daughter to throw her party that was a holy ritual
around this part of the South was not a good indication of normality.
The death of her mother had affected her to a greater degree than Vincent
Forster had ever thought possible. The party would be his last hope to try and
bring her to her senses. After that, if she didn't snap out of it, he would have
to seek out professional help for her. The hard part would be convincing her
that something was wrong to begin with. She thought it was perfectly natural for
a girl her age to be riding horses all day.
If she wasn't beautiful he could understand her choice to lead a reclusive life.
But that surely wasn't the case at all, not at all. Her breasts were unusually
large, firm E-cups, exactly in the same manner as her mother's, and her poised
look gave her a regal air. Her face never dropped its mask, not even for an
instant. You could never read her real thoughts. Her guard was always up. Her
mother could convey the same air of sensuous indifference. Her glaze of irony
weighed on your soul. It was a look that said now impress me. If you can't I
will impress myself with whatever whim strikes my peculiar fantasies and
desires.
It was a type of independence that when a woman revealed it men were
intimidated. It was taken as an unfeminine gesture. They could not imagine a
woman having the courage to make real her own aims, that is, at least, without a
man to guide her. Vincent Forster had won his wife's love by being the one man
in her life who did not mind her brazen indifference to chauvinist talents. All
men had them, but few could understand that it was a part of a man's character
that often got in the way of his clear perception of reality. A woman, who was
allowed to realize her ambitions by expressing herself in the manner she, and
only she, saw fit, had a positive effect on the man closest to her in her life.
And Vincent Forster had been that man. She was not a submissive woman in the
sense that she would settle for anything less than ultimate success in the
pursuit of her dreams.
Perhaps that was what they had had more than anything else, the perfect dream
life, where reality itself had lost its substance. It was a strange kind of love
bond that had existed between them. In fact, Vincent Forster felt sure that in
some mysterious way it was still existing. He was not a spiritualist. On the
contrary, he was a very practical man. That was why he allowed his wife's
talents to emerge free of his charges. But that mysterious aura that surrounded
her death still plagued him. To this day he still could not figure out what the
fuck had happened. All of a sudden one day he came home and found her dead.
Doctors had diagnosed it as a cerebral hemorrhage. It had struck her from out of
the blue. There would have been no way, they had assured him, to have known that
something was wrong with her. The problem could have existed within her from
birth. Things like this were impossible to detect.
And then one day the bubble burst inside her brain and it was all over. It had
broken his heart. It made him philosophical. He expected nothing. Yet with this
kind of guiding attitude toward life one's senses were much sharper and alert.
Vincent Forster's mind often flew off into flights of spiritual vigor that left
him more spent when it was over than any physical orgasm he had ever
experienced. He accepted everything around him as perfect and symbolic of the
life he had led and built for himself. That was how he could tell there was
something terribly wrong with his lovely daughter. He could see his mistakes in
her. She was very much a part of him, he knew that. Like all children she had
learned to look at life from the cues she picked up from her parents. And like
all parents they had tried to supply the best model of love that they were
capable of expressing. But with one crucial difference: unlike most people,
Vincent and Sandra Forster had achieved a powerful bond in their relationship.
It carried him through depressing moments even to this day. The fact that her
physical presence had ceased to exist had not dulled his sense of her. The
things that they had experienced; strangely enough, was not what he thought
about the most. Being a practical man and a successful rancher and businessman
who had succeeded in amassing a small fortune, he had learned never to look over
one's shoulder.
The present was a result of past actions, of that there was no doubt, but it had
little to do with the future. The future, by way of association, is a function
of the present, and that is a new moment every time and never dependent on the
past. The only part of the past that remained inside the psyche of Vincent
Forster, was not his memories, but the effects of his experiences. By allowing
his wife to grow he was able to imitate her unique powers. Most men's egos could
not endure such a blow. Few men allow a woman to teach them anything. Their
pride will not accept the fact that they must give of themselves to receive.
Vincent Forster feared for his daughter. There was something he had missed along
the way that just didn't make any sense. There was a connection between the way
Melanie's mother had died and the strange way she was acting now.
If he could only retrace the events that led to her mother's death he might
still be able to save Melanie. But how does one decipher the symbolic nature of
a cerebral hemorrhage? The very thought itself was a contradiction in terms. To
try and understand the why behind a person's death was tantamount to playing
God. But the future of his daughter was at stake.
He watched her walk from the porch where he sat eating his breakfast and make
her way over to the stables. The farm hands were waving to her and in general
giving her a warm greeting. But Melanie only gave the merest hint of a smile.
Her loose fitting blouse and jeans waved in the cool breeze that swept over a
busy farm that was beginning to heat up with the days activities. Men were
working hard mending fences and hauling stacks of hay across the dusty red clay
swirling up from the cool breeze.
His foreman, Adam Kesher, was helping her to saddle up her Lightning and pack
her leather pouch with carrots. He watched her fine figure mount the
charcoal-gray stallion and then nuzzle herself around the soft saddle atop the
horse's back. She bent over its long blond mane and he could see the wisps of
her own dirty blond hair intermingle with the horse's. She whispered something
in its ear. Then there was a momentary delay after she gave her order and she
straightened herself up on the saddle. The birds stopped their chirping song.
All the men's eyes were glued on the scene of the girl and horse poised for
action.
Then like a crack of thunder. Lightning took off and bolted in the direction of
the scenic hills that framed the horizon. It was an inspiring spectacle to watch
them fleeing into the sun- drenched valley at such a fierce and charging
velocity. Her movements gracefully complemented the steed's thunderous muscular
vibrations from the rhythm of his headlong, furious pace. He'd never seen
anything like it. They way she could handle that horse was a miracle to behold.
He had never seen anyone ride as fast as that. Their bodies merged into one
figure as the sped their way toward the horizon. It gave Vincent Forster the
illusion of a chimera, those ancient half-person, half-horse beings with human
heads and the body of a horse. He kept his gaze fixed upon the speeding figure
until his eyes burned from the strain of searching out the receding form. He
breathed a sigh and stood up.
Melanie bent lower over Lightning's beautiful mane while whispering sweet songs
of inducement into its ear. She told it that it was the fastest thing alive,
that its power was tribute to the strength nature blessed it with. The feeling
of speeding like a bullet, complete with the thrill of that initial blast from
the barrel, pulsed through her.
Lightning was in a feverish mood today. It was rare when the horse was doing
anything she wanted to please her. She loved when he started up like that. The
first thing she always said to the horse upon mounting it was, "Go,
Lightning, go as fast as you can like a crack of thunder."
They bolted from a standing position like a shot out of a cannon. It thrilled
her to the marrow when she experienced it. She always said that to the horse as
soon as she was comfortable in the saddle but it was not all the time that
Lightning granted her wish. The horse could be cantankerous when it wanted to
be. Some days it would obey her initial command, but only halfheartedly. Other
times he wouldn't listen at all. It was often after a period of time when they
were separated.
Her father forced her into going into town with him and introducing her around.
There was no doubt that he was very proud of her. Sometimes he took her away for
a weekend. Lightning was very surly and hard to handle when she came back.
Sometimes it felt like the horse had a will that kept drawing her to it.
Sometimes it did the smartest things. Like today Lightning knew that everyone
was watching them. And as long as they were he was going to impress them. If
they were wondering why the both of them spent so much time together, bolting
away from them like that at top speed gave them an inkling as to why. Lightning
could thrill her like no other being on earth. He was showing off his strength
in front of the husky men.
On top of that, the horse was trying to say as they sped from the ranch at top
speed, I dare you to do better than this. Her imagination often dwelled on her
love for the animal. She also knew that perhaps she was imagining a bit too
much. Perhaps the horse was just feeling particularly vigorous today, for
whatever reason. She remembered the dream. When she had wakened from the dream,
she had heard Lightning call to her in a high-pitched whinny. Had she imagined
that too?
As if the horse was reading her thoughts this very moment, Lightning whinnied
and slowed his pace with short, jolting bucks. She had not expected the horse to
pull up like that. She was so used to her legs around its form that she adjusted
with hardly any trouble at all. The horse stopped short and then pranced at a
slow gait gently rocking her from side to side from the swaying motion of its
flanks. She could feel her body mold to the power of the horse's powerful form.
She felt as one with it, not a separate entity at all. They were together. It
was at these moments that Lightning ceased to be a thing - HE BECAME A PERSON.
They communicated. They understood one another. They were both beings, like
spirits, you might say, housed in two different kinds of bodies.
The fact that that made all the difference in the world did not occur to the
naive and lovely Melanie Forster. Her rebellious spirit blinded her to the
obvious fact that they were destined for different realities that could never
hope to merge as one. Little women are allowed these impossible fantasies.
Rarely do they have the opportunity to make it real. A wicked moment awaited
her. Of course, her awareness was also dulled by the maze of conflicting images
that pulsed through her young brain.
Her buried fantasies were finding an outlet because some sin was plaguing her.
All these things she knew only in pictures, not words. Just like her father she
felt somehow responsible for the death of her mother. But it wasn't guilt
exactly. It was more like Melanie, as her daughter, was the only one who could
erase this unnamed sin. She too instinctively felt, like her father, that
Lightning held the answer.
There was something about this horse that was inextricably bound up with her
mother, perhaps much more than she knew. Melanie could see these images inside
her mind's eye as they bubbled up to consciousness. But she couldn't control
them. Because she could not express what was happening to her in words, she
could not center the images on a focal point. Something was bothering her, she
knew that. What it was exactly she couldn't tell. Her body made her do crazy
things that preyed on her mind. She loved the feeling between her legs as her
young cunny bounced on the smooth leather saddle in time to Lightning's steady,
rhythmic pace. She could feel that she was wet down there. It often happened
while riding the beautiful stallion through the sun-drenched valley. It was
their favorite spot. Some of their best moments together had happened between
the walls of the mountain they lay in between now. A beautiful red-winged
butterfly the span of which was outlined in a felt-like black trim flew in front
of her blue eyes. She was fascinated by its graceful flight that seemed to leave
misty and blurry whips of color in its wake.
Melanie knew that this was impossible, colors did not leave comet-like trails in
their wake showing where they had been. The flight of the butterfly left a trace
of its stimulating sight on the fronts of her glistening eyes. It was the
after-effects of this image that she projected onto the real world. So that when
she saw the butterfly's dazzling colors seem to burn a hazy exhaust into the
clear air of the sun-drenched valley, she believed she was witness to a miracle.
She was convinced that the butterfly was trying to tell her something. It was
there for a reason, acting like a guide. It wasn't telling her to do anything.
The gesture of its presence and the way its colors painted the transparent air
delivered its message. Her clit was ringing and pulsing. She hadn't completely
noticed it until now. Her cunny was really on fire. As they rode together in the
sun-bathed glade her hips loosened their grip around the saddle and the tender
vise of her inner thighs rubbed from one side to the other along the smooth
saddle in time to the rhythm of Lightning's steady pace.
A strange feeling overtook her. Out of the blue an image pulsed in her brain. It
was a picture of her riding Lightning completely in the nude. The thought of it
made her issue an excited gasp. It was too terrible to keep thinking of but gave
her a frightful arousal. She was ashamed to have thought of it. Lightning was
hardly making a sound. His strong feet took each step very gingerly. She got the
distinct impression that the horse was thinking the same thing as her. The sweat
broke out on her forehead. She couldn't tell what was real and what was her
imagination. The entire scene looked like it could dissolve at any minute right
before her eyes. Perhaps she had never wakened from that dream of her and
Lightning entering the curved archway of the house made of glass. Pinching
herself made no difference. She felt the pain but it still did not assure her
that everything that was happening was real. The image of Lightning's blood
gorged, 30-inch constrictor flashed in her head as clear as if she was
remembering it from real life. The black and red butterfly once again came into
view. It seemed larger and bursting with color. Either it was getting bigger or
she was getting smaller. Her cunt kept burning and the crotch of her jeans was
wet and showing through.
She very slowly unbuttoned the loose blouse that hung around her large, firm
breasts and let the wind flap it open. The cool breeze flew inside the folds and
whisked her breasts bare of the light fabric that framed her cleavage. Her
breaths became definite pants expressing her obvious heat. She noticed that her
hands were gripping the horn of the saddle. Without even thinking to do it, she
had been rubbing her hot cunt up and down the length of the saddle pumping her
back and forth. Her hands gripped the horn and her arms were held straight out
to give her the needed leverage to perform the feat.
She removed her blouse and threw it on the ground. She smiled from the rush of
pleasure the lewd act gave her. She arched her back and took a deep breath,
which made her aroused breasts thrust themselves out and harden the nipples from
the feel of the caressing breeze. She was proud of herself. She had satisfied a
heretofore unstated urge. She was riding topless atop her favorite stallion. Her
expression of lust filled her head with confidence. She felt free and
uninhibited and capable of much more. It suddenly seemed very hot out. Her
enormous, swollen breasts were cooled by the gentle breeze that blew through the
valley but her legs were sweaty. Lightning was moving at an extremely slow pace.
The horse seemed to be waiting for her to set a direction or give a command.
Without her steed running like mad through the sun-drenched glade, the burning
weight of the summer day began to weigh upon her.
Something moved behind the bush to her immediate right. She had seen it out of
the corner of her eye. She turned toward it and laid her full gaze upon it. The
bush seemed to be on fire. Wait a minute, it was the butterfly again! Its crazy
blaze of color glowed behind the gaps in the bush. She was so hot from the sun's
rays that she became dizzy on the saddle. She looked down at herself and gushed
with excitement at the sight of her E-cup breasts. The nipples were bloated
full. They were incredibly swollen and erect. The mere sight of them made her
cunt tingle like mad. She was burning on two fronts, from inside and without.
Her cunt was on fire and the sun poured into her flesh.
She gasped as much from excitement as she did to gulp down a reviving rush of
the cool wind that provided her with a short respite. After her lungs filled
themselves, the heat once again overtook her and she had to fight to stop
herself from passing out. Her pants were soaked in sweat. She raised one leg
over the saddle and sat there with her two legs draped over one side. She
unbuckled her belt and raised her ass so she could wiggle the waist past her
buttocks and remove the pants entirely. She kicked them off and they flew in a
heap onto the grassy ground. Her black cunny hairs were glistening from her
juices. She whipped her leg over the saddle and could feel her dripping dew mash
against the smooth leather and glue her to the seat. Lightning was off in a
flash. As soon as the rider was fastened tightly in position, the horse bolted
at top speed. Melanie's beautiful blue eyes gleamed with delight and her grin
stretched from ear to ear as the wind whisked the hair across her pretty face.
The burning flame within her and without her was being quenched by the speeding
ride of her powerful steed. The long lips of her labia swished about the smooth
surface as her thighs bounced up down and around on the bobbing horse's back.
Her fat nipples were hard as a rock. Her big tits swayed from the motion and the
sweaty under parts were dried in the cooling wind. Her body comfortably glowed
from the inside. Her passion was flowing through her and exciting her to a grand
height now that the wind cooled her boiling skin.
Lightning was whinnying as he sped through the valley. She was blinded from the
fierce intensity of the sun's brilliant rays. She felt alive like never before.
Only her precious Lightning could do that to her. It was insane but true. There
was no guilt, no recriminations at this point. Everything was pure bliss, an
uninhibited delight. It was a feeling of lust, yes, but also one of total
freedom. Her reckless abandon was reaping a fine reward. And she knew that the
horse was aware of her passion. In some strange way beyond her ability to fully
imagine, the horse was trying to court her. Great bellowing whinnies were
rushing out of his snorting mouth without the faintest trace of a muffle from
the bit inside it. The horse was happy and charged up. It sensed the fact that
the rider was pleased and enjoying herself on her frantic ride. The horse did
not slow down, but it changed the pace of its gallop from a frenzied headlong
run to one of long, lopping strides. Melanie gasped in pleasure from the change
of rhythm. Her cunt suffused with a fiery glow making her clit palpitate.
Her tender underparts slapped against the wet leather between long delays due to
the horse's arching prance that raised her flanks off the saddle. At that
interval she felt the wind pierce into the gaping, flower of her cunt and
wonderfully irritate her burning parts. Then her cunt pounced upon the smooth
saddle and her loins shuddered in the spastic throes of a rippling orgasm. The
electric current that pulsed through her began in her fevered clit and then
burst into flames in her cunt. Then the wave began an incredible rise up the
length of her tingling spine and raced through her shoulders and burst forth
into the wells of her fat tits. Her huge breasts glowed from the orgasm's
dramatic chain of flow that inevitably settled in the flesh of her hot mounds.
Her face pulsed a beet-red. Her cuntlips glistened from her spasmic dew that
drenched them and made their redness shine forth. Her nipples were so hard she
thought that the orgasm would end only after they had burst from their seams and
gushed blood.
Lightning called a halt to the graceful and sweeping gallop with one last
mind-boggling arching swoop of his pouncing flanks. The horse stopped dead in
his tracks and Melanie's loins fell onto to the saddle with a splashing thud. It
wrung the last of her fantastic vibration out of her pulsating frame and called
a halt to the most fabulous orgasm she had ever experienced in her short life.
After that thundering stop the horse proceeded at a normal pace and allowed the
beautiful rider to catch her fevered breath. Through half-closed lids that hid a
part of her sex-glazed eyes, Melanie began to focus on the scenery before her.
Lightning was taking them over to a shady spot. An enormous tree whose plumage
rose to a grand height stood adjacent a running stream. They slowly ambled over
to the cool-looking spot. Melanie's body was glued to the saddle that had
afforded her so much pleasure. Lightning pulled up to the shady nook without
being told. Melanie lifted her leg and dismounted from her lovely steed. She was
wonderfully spent. Her exhaustion filled her with a peaceful contentment. Gone
were the haunting pictures of all those conflicting images. She was at peace.
She sat down naked against the tree and closed her eyes. She could feel and hear
the horse's rustling movements next to her. When she closed her lids her eyes
were dazzled by a radiating glow of enormous intensity that had the effect of
making her ears ring. It was if she was getting a picture of what her feelings
were at that very moment. With her eyes closed, she was looking at what she felt
like. The longer she kept them closed, the more the radiance died out and then
vanished completely until there was nothing but darkness.
Lightning's nose was brushing up against her leg. She bent them under her neck
and his nose rubbed against her cheek. Her chin rested on her hands that cupped
her bony knees and Lightning's cold nose rubbed up and down her bare thigh. She
kept her eyes closed and groped out a hand to feel for the lovely soft mane that
framed the horse's large head. She felt her strength coming back. With eyes
closed and looking inside herself she searched into the awesome black abyss. By
trying to focus her eyes into the blackness that stretched forever under her
lids they began to tear from the strain. But for a fleeting moment she was able
to gain a three dimensional perspective of her internal picture. And at that
moment she felt like she was flying through space. The only thing that was
missing was the sun and stars. Then the flight assumed a hoary proportion. Her
sweeping glide became a fall into a bottomless pit. It was like being sucked
under by a whirlpool, one out in the middle of the ocean that was gigantic and
awe-inspiring. The feeling of vertigo made her bolt open her eyes. She was
almost sick to her stomach from the queasy feeling from her internal swoon. When
she opened her eyes she saw that Lightning had ambled down to the stream and was
sucking the refreshing waters. That was funny because all the while she was sure
she had been fondling his fluffy mane in her little hand.
She had felt the horse's nose nuzzle itself against the warm flesh of her
curveous thigh. She couldn't have imagined that. She closed her eyes again and
this time fell off into a restful doze that gave her back her strength. When she
rose to consciousness her brain once again began its normal workings and the
confusing maze of images were back. Even with her eyes opened they never stopped
bubbling up. Her mind's eye kept itself focused on the internal state. She was
looking right at the running stream. But she couldn't see it. She was lost in
the reverie of her daydream. She could feel the sculptured form of the light
bouncing off the ripping spray of water, but the stream itself was not
registering.
The sparkle of the bobbing jets of the running current merely provided a
dazzling background to the row of images pulsing through her brain. She groaned
in fear. She had lost control of her mind! If she continued like this she would
lose all sense of reality. She was receding backward inside herself. A part of
her told her that it was wrong but another part of her told her that it couldn't
be helped. For better or worse she had to endure it. If one day she came back to
the world of hard reality, it would be only after she endured this fearful
head-trip. The images in her brain were pictures of her mother and father and of
the ranch foreman Adam Kesher. They kept hounding her whether her eyes were
closed or open; that was the part that scared her the most. It was as if she no
longer had conscious control over her own thoughts. They even dulled her senses
and re-arranged external reality. She could no longer tell whether something was
real or an illusion dredged up to the surface of the world from her fevered
imagination. One image wanted desperately to have itself acknowledged by her
consciousness. She dare not think it, and fought it back down.
But it was useless. Every time she thought of something else her thoughts would
return to it like they were riding a circle. She was sweating again. She had
been cool here in the shade and couldn't understand. Before it was the sun that
had her boiling. Now it felt like the inferno was inside of her. She was not
passionate or lusty but her temperature was rising fast. The more she sweat and
could not control her internal barometer the more panic-stricken she became and
the heat became worse.
It was on account of that image she would not let rise to her consciousness. It
demanded to be inspected and she was denying it a hearing. Her heart raced. Her
nipples were not aroused but her fleshy breasts shook from the intense level of
her steadily palpitating heart. She took deep breaths to calm herself and
desperately groped with her senses to find an outer stimulation that would be
intense enough to shake her awake from this terrible head-trip. The smell of the
sweaty stallion filled her nostrils. Soon the light stopped dazzling her eyes
and the bubbling stream came into view. She could hear the sound of the chirping
birds. She could feel her tongue in her mouth and knew she had made it back to
the world of hard matter. Just when she thought that she had succeeded in
fighting her way out of that terrible vertigo swoon, the deadly image popped
into her brain. It was like it had been waiting for her all along to drop her
guard so it could attack her unsuspecting brain.
The image of Lightning's foot-long bloated cock that had appeared to her in the
dream burst into her head. She could hear the blare of the sound of an army of
trumpets that accompanied the picture every time it succeeded in making its way
to the surface of consciousness. Her body tingled in fear. Her strength sapped
out of her like a tree that was cut in half from the relentless goring of the
lumberjack's saw. Her bones felt like they were made of rubber. She felt guilt
at being so fucked up she couldn't tell her dreams from reality. With her knees
tucked under her chin and her hands cupping her sobbing face, Melanie Forster
cried like a saint who was suffering for an unnamed sin. Melanie was dying. And
what hurt worst of all was that she did not know what was killing her.<br>
Adam Kesher stood atop the mountain peak that framed the valley below and
adjusted the knobs of his binoculars. The brow of his beady eyes furrowed into
the rims of the eyeglasses as he peered down below into the sun-drenched canyon.
He had the voluptuous Melanie in view and licked his dry, chapped lips as he
drunk in her stately frame. He had watched her and Lightning prance around the
floor of the valley and then she removed her clothes and made his head spin. She
reminded him of her mother in every way. The same beauty each of them possessed
and the same vice as well. Adam Kesher recalled that thawing spring day when his
mistress approached him and revealed to him her startling secret.
"Adam, there's something I want you to do. And I need you to promise me you
will never tell a living soul about it."
"Of course, ma'am, anything the mistress wants she shall have."
Then she revealed to him her decadent plan. He watched as her heavy breasts rose
and fell in excitement as she told him of her evil desire.
"I want you to build for me an unusual contraption. It must be shaped like
a small stall and made of wood."
"Whatever for, madam.
"Just listen. The stall must be raised on a platform. There must be a
leather harness that will fit around a horse's back." She probed his eyes
with her own, those big, black jewels that always glistened with untold desire.
"Yes, madam, I'm listening."
"The contraption must be designed in such a way that I can slip underneath
it while the horse is set in place."
"Madam, you don't mean ..."
"Quiet, Adam, and just listen. Do not worry, you will be amply rewarded.
But your discretion is imperative in this case."
"I understand, madam."
"The contraption must be built in the back of the old tool shed that is
rarely used. Have you got that?"
"Yes, in the old tool shed."
"Of course, Mr. Forster must know absolutely nothing about this. You will
assist me when the time comes."
"Madam, are you sure this is what you desire?"
"I will not be questioned about it Adam. I've been thinking about the idea
all my life. Now the time has come."
"But in the story books, madam, where it has been recorded that this kind
of thing has been done before, it has often proved fatal."
"That is a chance I am prepared to take. All I insist upon is your loyalty
and cooperation. Can I count on it."
"Of course you can, madam. I shall do anything you request, although I do
not agree and fear for your safety."
"That is not your concern. When the time comes I will hold to my word and
you shall receive a fine reward for your efforts."
"As you wish, madam."
Adam Kesher built the contraption. It was a marvel of engineering skill and a
testament to his unique talent.
He had to build it by himself, away from the men who would surely have noticed
something strange about its peculiar design. When he had finished constructing
it, his sense of aesthetics forced him to varnish the wood to a glistening
gloss. The small chamber underneath where Sandra Forster would position herself
underneath the mating stallion he had lined in soft white fur. There was a
silver bar that stretched in front of her so that her passionate fingers could
keep her properly leveraged during the sordid act. The leather strap that bound
the horse was sure to allow her just enough of a play with the mammoth thrusting
cock without the weight behind it. The contraption was a magnificent design,
which after it was built, seemed to glow in a pulsing aura. When he finished it,
after a steady month's diligent effort, he draped it with a blue felt cloth he
purchased especially for it.
Sandra Forster had demanded that money be secondary in the pursuit of excellence
in the construction of her sordid contraption. It had cost nearly five thousand
dollars to construct it, not counting the labor Adam Kesher had put into it.
Sandra had promised to reward him handsomely as long as the wooden harness
complied with the specifications of her fantasy. She had not lied. When he took
her to the back of the tool shed she had in her hand a cashiers check. He shall
never forget that day.
"Madam, the construction is finished. All is ready."
He could see that the knowledge that the thing had been built was making her
passionately swoon. Her eyes rolled in her head for a short moment until she
cooled herself off long enough to speak.
"Are you sure, Adam, is everything in order, just as I specified."
"Yes, madam, it is a perfect likeness."
He led the way and she followed behind him. He could hear her breath become more
fevered the closer they came. He opened the door for her and they stepped inside
the shed. When he turned on the light he heard her gasp. There it stood on a
squared off platform with the felt cloth draped over the main portions hiding it
from view. She stood riveted in place. She breathed heavily and a mustache of
sweat beaded into form on her upper lip. Her breath was very rapid. Adam could
practically hear her heated thought as she stared at the covered contraption and
her fantasy ran through her head. Never had he met a woman of such courage. She
knew what she was doing was terribly decadent, might even kill her. Yet she was
a woman of staunch will, a woman of destiny. She knew that it was an experience
she had to live or die trying.
Adam went to the clothed monument and whipped off the felt covering while
waiting a long moment after grabbing a hank of the felt. The apparition sprung
into view. He could hear her gasp from the sight of the depraved contraption
before her. Its existence meant that her fantasy had become real. For better or
worse her dream had become substantial. He watched her gazing at it half in
horror and half in the swoon of her uncontrollable lust as she drunk in the
sight. A hand went inside her blouse and gently caressed the top of one of her
large firm DD-cup breasts. He saw her knees buckle as her strength seemed to ebb
from her and she began to fall to the floor in a breathless faint. He ran to her
and reached her just in time to break her fall and ease her onto an old tool
chest.
"Madam, are you all right. Perhaps..."
"No, I'm fine. Adam. Thank you; you're a good servant."
"I am always willing to please madam in any way I can. But this, I'm
afraid, is too much. I can not be a part of it."
"But you must, Adam, there is no one else I can trust."
"But it could kill you. You must know that."
"I know it very well. But it must be done. Can you understand that."
"Not wholly, madam, but if you put it like that I'm forced to comply."
"You are very good to me. I shall never forget your loyalty. Here is the
reward I promised you."
She handed him a check for fifty thousand dollars.
"Madam it's much too much. I can not accept such a generous payment."
"It is yours, Adam. I will not take it back under any circumstances."
"What else do you want me to do."
"Mr. Forster is going away on business the day after tomorrow. You will
meet me here at that time at approximately eight o'clock.
"And what else?"
"You are to bring with you a horse, the one I will specify in a minute, and
then you will assist me as I am mounted by it."
"That is insane, madam, I won't have any part of it."
"Yes you will. You have accepted the check and now you must do as I
say."
"But it will kill you."
"It will kill me if I don't."
"I do not understand."
"Perhaps some day you will. But for now you must just carry out my
orders."
"As you wish, madam. Which of the horses shall it be."
She hesitated a long moment before speaking. Her lips and cheeks quivered with
the thought of her loving the animal. Her eyes were half-closed when she spoke.
They were drunk and glazed and he knew that she wasn't looking at him but inside
herself. The name of the horse rose from her lips and bolted to his cocked ears
like a crack of thunder:
"Lightning is the one. Lightning shall be my charge."
And then she passed out and her vibrant body went limp in his strong hands and
he rested her on the old chest. As long as he lives Adam Kesher shall never
forget the events of that hallowed night that finally came to pass. At a few
minutes before eight o'clock he led the charcoal-stallion to the tool shed where
the day of destiny awaited the horse. It seemed to know that something strange
and wonderful was about to happen. It was quiet and they moved soundlessly from
the stables to the shed. At eight o'clock Sandra tapped on the door and Adam let
her in. She was dressed in a white gown, a wonderful low-cut affair. The train
of her gown left a trail on the dirt floor in its wake. Her heavy breasts rose
and fell with her panted breaths.
She began to disrobe in front of Adam and the horse. It gave a low snort and
then bowed its large head to its mistress. She went to the horse and kissed
every inch of its large head and buried her fingers in its soft-blond mane. She
drew her body closer and then rubbed her fine large breasts whose nipples were
fully bloated on the horse's face. She caressed Lightning with her massive skin
and her body glowed in passionate heat from the decadent act of love.
Adam Kesher found himself becoming terribly aroused from the inhuman spectacle.
But he fought down his urges in respect for his mistress. It was her shining
moment and he did not want to disturb her with his own selfish passions. She was
in a state of high passion. She moved to the side of the horse and rubbed her
lovely hands along its strong flanks and caressed the soft underbelly. She
probed underneath with her hand for that object of desire that had obsessed her
to make her fantasy real. When she touched the massive limp cock she let out a
gasp of pleasure and he could see her eyes rolling in her head.
She had a fabulous body. She had large, fat hips that were delectably curvaceous
for they gave way to the supplest of waists. Her flesh was firm and it glowed a
beet-red that revealed its vigorous lust from laying her hands on the stallion's
immense prick. She turned her face and sex-drugged eyes gleamed out from her
fevered face.
"Adam, it is time."
Without saying a word Adam led the horse over to the felt-covered monument. Then
he whipped off the cloth. He heard Sandra gasp at the sight of the contraption.
With the horse standing right by it the reality of what was about to happen made
her swoon in passion.
Adam led the horse atop the platform. It obediently allowed itself to be
positioned properly. Then he bound the leather harness around its belly and back
and the horse was bolted into proper position.
"He is ready, madam."
"Excellent. I will need you. Stay here."
"Whatever madam wants."
He stood away from the platform and watched her approach it. She was bathed in
an aura that bespoke of her as a woman of destiny. She placed her dainty foot
onto the platform and then lifted her voluptuous body atop it. Lightning softly
whinnied. She bent low to manage herself into the fur-lined pit that Adam had
expertly constructed to allow for her frame. She knelt before the horse's huge
limp cock. Her face was right in front of it. Adam could see her nipples
bursting with excitement. He watched her long fingers take the huge cock and
then gently fondle it with her soft, white palms. It was a lustful sight of
awe-inspiring passion. To watch a woman give way to a depraved carnal instinct
was maddening.
She held the cock in both hands and then rubbed the flaccid tip along her
beautiful face and sniffed it. Her senses were reveling from the touch of the
huge cock so close to them and her motions became wilder and wilder. She quickly
grabbed the stanchion to her and hugged it close to her breasts. She planted it
in her deep cleavage. She mauled her lovely tits around it and played with its
massive staff with her trembling hands. She was trying to control her lust, to
keep it in line, so that she would not disturb the precious moment with childish
enthusiasm. She wanted Lightning to give way to her touch willingly. The moment
had to be as good for the horse as it was for her.
He saw her draw the stiffening cock up to her lips and then gently flick her
tongue all over its entire length.
She was breathing very hard and gasping between flicks of her tongue. The rod
was filling with blood and she could feel the surge in her hands. Then her
passion raised to such an intensity that she could no longer control her urges
and she took the humongous tip into her hot mouth. Lightning made a
soft-bellowing whinny. He shook a little in his place and began to snort from
his rising heat. It was at that moment that Lightning became a person in the
mind of Adam Kesher. It was no longer a thing. It was not an inanimate subject
devoid of personality or a will of its own. It was a soul complete with the
powers of reason.
Lightning could now boast of something that Adam Kesher never could, that it had
made love to Sandra Forster. She was out of her senses with lust. She hugged the
monstrous truncheon and mashed it into the folds of her breasts. Her body was
beginning to glow a fiery red color and spit was drooling out of the corners of
her risque mouth. She could no longer control her urge to eat the lusty snake as
it grew to tremendous proportions. She lovingly inserted the bloating tip
between her succulent lips and drew it into her mouth. The stanchion had still
not achieved full bloatedness. Yet it was the biggest cock either she or Adam
had ever seen. Adam himself became lost in the passion of the moment. His own
turgid cock pulsed through his crotch. He felt as if he was witness to an event
that had brought about the fall of man. It was a scene of historic proportions.
Perhaps that is what Sandra Forster meant when she insisted to him that to make
love to Lightning was an uncontrollable urge. The horse's enormously thick
30-inch cock was stiffening to rock hardness. The leather-like skin pulled taut
in its ebony blackness. The cock was bathed in the hot spittle of the lustful
woman who could not remove her mouth and lips from the instrument. Both spirits
were locked in a fiery lovemaking that was mutually inspired. The horse was no
longer an animal. It was a passion-filled lover that sought to please the woman
as she performed her lustful groping.
Lightning never swayed in his position. Though the horse was filled with heat it
maintained its composure like an expert stud. Lightning did not kick in place,
or buck and weave its massive flanks in motions preparatory to mounting its
mate. Adam found himself referring to the animal in his head with a human
familiarity. His internal monologue called the animal a HE! It was no longer
Sandra and the horse, but Sandra and he. Adam knew that she was experiencing the
same sensations.
She cooed at the animal with loving exhortations. She told Lightning that he was
the best she had ever had. She leaned back on her haunches and with heated gasps
began to direct the tip of the massive instrument into her hot pussy. It was an
uncomfortable position but one she adopted so that she could see as well as feel
the hot meat rasping against her cunt. It was much too large to admit into her
human hole. But she was determined to see her lustful embrace reach fruition.
Lightning remained perfectly calm. To Adam this seemed an impossible reality. He
had watched horses mate before. And their power as they came together was
enormous. One did not want to interfere with two lusty horses as they came
together. She held the giant black snake with one hand and directed it into the
folds of her dripping wet gash. Her other hand braced itself on the fur-lined
floor to balance her body that teetered on its haunches with legs spread wide.
Her face was flushed and her gasping moans told Adam that the mere touch of the
staunch cock on her cuntlips had forced an orgasm to pulse through her. But her
intensity was at such a fever pitch that the spasm did not satiate her brimming
fire, merely increased it. She was determined more than ever to insert the
massive truncheon inside her gash of love and feel it deep inside her. But her
heat was making her frantic. She was so hot that her movements were exasperated
writhings too jerky to perform the impossible act properly. For a quick moment
she achieved the success whereby the front portion of the massive cockhead
managed to penetrate her dripping gash about an inch. She stared at the minor
penetration with eyes bugging out. She could see the bone-hard pole resting in
the air from its lodgment in her hole. She experienced a writhing orgasm from
the powerful sight of the stately horse prick barely penetrating her human gash.
It fell out of its slight hold and bobbed up and down from the horse's trembling
jerks and her eyes remained glued on it. Her second orgasm had raised her to the
point of no return. Lightning was rock hard and his cock had reached an
unbelievable size. The mere sight of it bobbing in place and glistening wet from
her spit and love juice increased her beyond control. She turned about on her
hands and knees. She reached behind her and captured the leather-like tool in
her massive white hand.
The touch of it in her palm was enough to send her off into a spasm of delight.
It was a lewd and obscene display of passion. The knowledge that she was
attempting to impale herself with the huge horse prick brought out the beast in
her. She began to inch her ass backward into the cock that she precariously held
in her shaky hand. The monstrous tip banged against the juicy lips of her
pulsing pussy while her hand directed it home. Her entire body glowed a blazing
red. Her whole body had assumed the fiery color of her face and hot cunt. She
managed to once again insert the monstrous head barely into the little opening
of her human cunt hole.
She lodged enough of it inside her so that she could remove her hand from the
enormous tool and it held itself in place. With both hands in front of her as
she knelt on her knees, she pushed backward to accept more of the huge cock. She
had to really push back with all her strength to get just another inch of that
massive instrument buried deeper up her pussy.
From Adam's vantage point, the scene was beginning to shine in an aura of
radiance from the rising heat of both partners. It was an awesome spectacle to
see that 30-inch cock bone-hard with its monstrous tip embedded inside Sandra's
tight slit. She stopped pushing backward to experience another mind-boggling
orgasm that brought passionate bleeps of delight rushing out of her sweet
throat. That passion-filled cry hit Lightning's ears and now the horse could no
longer control its decadent urge.
Lightning struggled in the leather harness determined to free itself. Now more
than ever the horse wanted to mount its mate. The massive cock was pulsing with
anticipation. It had accepted its mistress' loving touches and now wanted
satisfaction. But the contraption that Adam had engineered was perfect in its
strength and design. The horse remained in position. But its frantic bucking had
Sandra Forster incensed with the notion that she had achieved the moment she had
been waiting for. She had made her loving horse crazy with passion to enter into
her steaming gash. She pushed backward. Her eyes bulged out of her head from the
stupendous pain of entry. Unbelievably another inch of horse prick went inside
her.
The massive pole was buried in place a mere couple of inches but the fabulous
width of the huge snake stretching her apart made her crazy. She beat her fists
on the fur-lined floor and groaned in fury. She wanted desperately to accept all
of that thing no matter if it killed her. But, alas, the moment was not to be.
The steed was too hot from the groping of its human lover and went over the top.
Now Lightning let out a fierce whinny and the mighty muscles of its flank became
taut and showed through the strong frame.
It was cumming. With huge gobs of fierce intensity, the horse released its
copious load and drenched its mistress. The massive seed on her hot gash brought
another thrilling orgasm to the lusty body of the decadent Sandra Forster. A
bevy of horse cum drenched her open cunt and loins. It painted her flanks with
it slippery goo. She was out of her mind with lust and quickly turned about and
grabbed the pumping truncheon in her little hands. In between spurts she managed
to lamp her loving mouth on the massive cockhead. Her head jolted back from the
blast. Horse cum spilled out of the corners of her mouth. Her eyes rolled in her
head from the decadent act of eating it. More of the hot cum shot into her
willing mouth and she jerked the ebony member as it emptied into her kiss. It
was a different tasting extract but Sandra was too passion filled to allow that
fact to deter her depraved instincts. She had wanted to make love to her horse.
And if she could not admit its massive member into her human gash than she would
do the next best thing. Finally the last of the load extricated itself from the
horse's balls and now Sandra lovingly lapped up the remaining drops.
As Lightning's cock began to dwindle, it gleamed from the residue of cum and the
spit of the lapping woman. She cleaned the ebony tool free of scum. Then she
rubbed the softening member along her face and breasts. For the moment she had
satiated her insane lust. Lightning's eyes were half-closed from his spent
condition.
She let go of the cock and wiped her face clean of the flecks of horse cum that
had splashed onto her cheeks. For the time being the minor penetration of the
massive horse prick would have to suffice. But there would be a next time. With
a regal expression radiating off her fevered face she removed herself from the
fur-lined hole and approached Adam.
"Adam, the contraption is a work of art. It held the beast in place
perfectly."
"I'm glad madam found it to her liking."
"That will be all for now. Make sure that Lightning gets put back in his
stall. In a few days we will repeat the exercise."
"Are you sure that you want to endanger yourself once again?"
"I will not tolerate disobedience, Adam. You have been the perfect
assistant up till now. In a few days the exercise will be repeated."
"Your wish is my command."<br>
"Adam, where's Melanie, have you seen her?"
It was Melanie's fourteenth party and she was nowhere to be seen. All the
children and folks were asking for her.
After she had opened the gifts she had walked in the direction of the stables
saying that she would be right back.
Jimmy Katz, a young suitor of Melanie's, had been asking Vincent if he knew
where Melanie was.
"I'll find her, sir I think I know where she might be."
Adam worked his way around the smiling teenagers and their parents who were
milling about on the lawn engaged in pleasant conversation.
As he got near the stables he saw the throng of youngsters as they played with
some of the horses that had been let out into the fenced-in yard. Some of them
were actually riding the horses and messing up their fine clothes that they had
worn to Melanie's party. Vincent Forster had spared no expense in entertaining
his daughter. There was a ton of food and liquors he had ordered for the
children and their parents. There were over a hundred people invited to the
event. The party was a ritual in these parts. Especially if you were someone as
renowned as Vincent Forster. It was your duty to impress with nothing but the
best. And Vincent Forster had spared no expense. He had hoped that the affair
would have a positive effect on his neurotic daughter. But so far it had been an
extreme failure. Jimmy Katz had brought Melanie a corsage, which she brazenly
threw to the floor. It was a strange happening because Vincent was sure that
deep down Melanie was impressed with the gift. But something inside her made her
refuse it. Jimmy was embarrassed at the time because there were people around
who had witnessed it.
With a hundred people milling about and asking for the star of the party,
Vincent Forster was getting riled. He was beginning to lose his paternal concern
for his daughter. His temper was rising and he was filled with a father's wrath.
He was going to tell her right out that it was her duty to perform up to
expectations, especially at her own party.
She had no right to go running off and to get lost at her moment of glory when
people from miles around had come to celebrate her grand event of her fourteenth
birthday. Adam entered the stables and found Melanie exactly where he thought
she would be - with Lightning. She was brushing his mane and whispering sweet
cooings into his big ears. The horse was nuzzling his face into her.
"Melanie, your father's looking for you. You better come right now."
"Adam, I can't be bothered."
"You must, all the guests are asking for you. Especially Jimmy."
"Oh, the hell with Jimmy, he's just a boy."
"And you're a girl. Come on now, be reasonable."
"But Lightning's mane needed to be brushed."
"You go back to the party and I'll take care of him."
"But you don't know how to do it. He likes it a certain way."
He approached her and gently took the brush from her hand and looked at her with
caring eyes.
"I've been taking care of horses for twenty years. I'll do it, Melanie, you
go back to the party before your father gets really riled."
She knew that when her father's dander was up he could be very surly. Rather
than risk his wrath she gave way to Adam's prodding.
"Oh, all right, but make sure you don't ruffle the mane. He hates when the
strokes aren't long and sweeping."
"Don't worry. I'll take care of it. Now you get back to the party,
okay?"
She turned about and made her way to the exit. But not before giving her steed
one long, last penetrating look. When she left the stables and began to make her
way back to the scene of the gaiety the throng caught sight of her.
"Melanie, where have you been. We've all been looking for you."
She smiled graciously to hide her bored feelings. Her beautiful, long- flowing
white chiffon dress blew in the cool breeze. They were gathering around her now,
all of them asking how she had liked their presents that they had picked
especially for her. She politely answered to the best of her ability all their
probes and questions. Above the adoring throng she could see her father. Gone
were his feelings of rancor. He was all smiles now as the group of people
surrounded his daughter and gave her what he considered to be her just due. If
only she would accept her station. She was a beautiful girl and the inheritor of
everything Vincent Forster had strove for in his life. But she was so
introverted and prone to bouts of terrible depression. He was glad that Adam had
found her. She seemed to be actually enjoying herself. Despite what she said
about being bored by the attention she always responded favorably to it. She
knew that she was beautiful and that people just naturally gravitated toward
her. But instead of enjoying it she rejected the role. That was a facet of her
character that her mother could have instilled in her had she been around to
advise her. Everyone was vying for her attention. She was radiant and brimming
with enthusiasm as she answered all their questions.
Vincent sighed in relief at the sight of his daughter enjoying their favors and
the people likewise enjoying her. Melanie found herself giving way to their
attention and becoming more charming than she had ever been before. She looked
over the heads of the people surrounding her and caught sight of the pleasing
appearance of Jimmy Katz. But he was not alone. He had not joined the members of
the adoring throng who had run to meet her. He was way back from all of them. He
was engaged in conversation with Kate McArdle who flashed her eyes lovingly at
him. Melanie was now very sorry that she had dismissed Jimmy's fine corsage with
such obvious distaste. But he had approached her at a moment when she was
thinking about going over to Lightning and brushing his mane. Right at that
moment Jimmy had brought to her his present and a box with the corsage inside of
it. She hadn't even bothered to open his present. Now that she saw Kate getting
his attention at her expense she was sorry she had acted so dastardly towards
him.
As she espied them enjoying one another, she was convinced that Jimmy wished
that it was Melanie standing there talking to him. But his ego had been bruised
by her insensitive treatment of his gifts, and he was listening to Kate
intently. When she first saw them engage in pleasant chatter, Jimmy was visibly
nervous and made an excuse to go. But then Kate grabbed his arm and pulled him
back to a position next to her and began to talk to him with a heated animation.
Melanie could see her waving her pretty, red-painted fingers and looking at him
deep in the eyes as she chattered away.
Jimmy began to respond to her avid interest. In a few moments he was returning
her gestures with those of his own. He was talking to her with a renewed
interest. He was smiling and enjoying himself. Melanie felt a pang of hurt in
her heart. Up until this moment she did not realize how strongly she felt about
Jimmy. Now that another person was aptly paying him attention, the truth she had
hidden from herself came home... She realized now that she liked Jimmy
immensely. She wished that he would stop talking to Kate and join the mob that
was all involved with her. But then her hair stood on end when she saw the both
of them take off together and walk away in the Opposite direction. She tried to
maintain her composure and not let the crowd know that her stance had been
shaken. Her eyes remained glued to the fading figures of the two people that
were causing her heart to cry out in pain.
She swore that she could see them hold hands just as their figures faded from
view and they entered the dense woods. Bravely she managed to keep her smiling
disposition. As she walked to toward the house they followed her every move.
Someone handed her a small glass of wine they were raising a toast to her and
celebrating this moment of symbolic womanhood. She wanted to rejoice along with
them but the memory of Jimmy and Kate receding into the woods remained in her
mind's eye.
The wine, which should have tasted cool and sweet burned in her palate and left
a bitter taste in the back of her throat. She could hear her father's voice
above the sound of the throng that voiced its adoration of her with one toast
after another.
"Melanie, now don't get lost again. Soon it will be time to cut the
cake."
Oh, where was Jimmy. She wanted him so much to be here now with her. She never
realized she liked him so much. If only he would show himself now. She yearned
to see his handsome figure coming out from the woods with or without Kate. She
was handed the knife to cut the cake. It was a fabulous three- decked affair
with fifteen candles burning atop it.
Everyone was smiling and egging her on to do the honors. She grinned falsely for
she yearned for Jimmy to come back to her. Vincent Forster watched his daughter
and she sliced the sweet cake with a graceful motion and her eyes twinkled in
delight. There was no way for him to know that the twinkle was the vestiges of
the tears that welled-up inside her from the absence of Jimmy.
Her moment of crowning glory had turned out to be a bitter pill indeed. She
hated her father for putting her through this. After the first slice the knife
was taken from her and then the delicious cake was cut into slices and sent all
around. Everyone cooed about how her father had spared no expense in making sure
that his daughter's party was worthy of her beauty and charm. While the adoring
throng busied themselves in eating the delectable cake, Melanie took the
opportunity to fade from the scene. She ate her cake, which was tasteless and
went down like chunks of lard and slowly backed off to the side of the house.
When she was hidden from view she dropped her cake on the ground and ran to the
back of the house. She searched the dense woods with her eyes, but could find no
trace of the couple who had wandered off into them. She sat down on a pile of
chopped wood and began to cry. Soon she was sobbing and she held her head in her
hands. Her self-pity began to transform into an angered glow. How dare Jimmy do
this to her, didn't he understand her at all? She hadn't meant to act so
terribly towards his wonderful gifts. It was just the mood she was in. She
didn't want Lightning to think that she had forgotten him. She always brushed
his mane at that time of day. She felt all alone in the world. And when she felt
like that there was only one thing that could perk her up. She peered out from
the back of the house. The crowd had departed to the buffet tables away from the
stables.
This was her chance to go to Lightning. She took one final glance to make sure
that no was watching her and took off. She ran as fast as she could. Her
beautiful white chiffon dress whisped from her frantic pace and filled her ears.
It was so loud that she could swear that those people standing by the closest to
the stables could hear the rustle of her dress. But they did not. She opened the
door and entered. She held it open a crack to look out and make sure no one had
seen her. Lightning was there and when he saw her he let out a low-pitched
whinny that no one could have possibly heard but her.
She went to the back of the stable and opened the door that led out to the
woods. Then she saddled the horse. She mounted him quickly and pulled on the
reins to turn Lightning about to lead him out the back door. The horse let her
lead them out of the stable and then took off like the wind when they made it
through the door. Back came that feeling that she loved so much. That feeling of
strength and power that only Lightning could give her. They made their way into
the dense woods and Melanie let the horse determine their direction and held the
reins loosely. She no longer thought of Jimmy. She no longer thought about her
father or the stupid guests that plied her with questions. She was free and
riding like the wind on top of Lightning. But the horse was not heading for the
valley. It was off on an odd direction. Melanie let him take her where it
pleased. She let the horse have total control.
They were heading for the brook that was just a few yards into the Woods and not
that far from the scene of the party. It was in the direction that she had seen
Jimmy and Kate head in. She had forgotten all about them but now she remembered.
Suddenly Lightning began to slow down the pace. It was a slow gallop they
assumed, like they were sneaking up on someone. Then Lightning came to a full
halt. She waited for him to move again but they remained there perfectly still.
She got off the horse and was just about to say something to her beautiful steed
when she heard an unfamiliar sound. It was the sweet sound of kissing. All at
once the knowledge of where Lightning had intended to lead her pulsed through
her heart. She eased herself closer in the direction of the sweet sounds while
holding her dress so it would not rustle and give her away. She pulled down a
branch of a bush and focused her eyes on the clearing immediately in front of
her.
From this position she could not be seen. But she could see the duo engaged in
the act of kissing and petting. It was Jimmy and Kate. Melanie's face flushed in
anger. She had to stop herself from bolting into the scene. She wanted to pull
Kate's hair from her head, and scratch her eyes out too. Then she wanted to tell
Jimmy off. Secretly she wished that it was her making out with Jimmy and not
Kate. If only she hadn't rejected his gifts. She hadn't even opened the present
he had gotten for her. That was a terrible thing to do. She hated herself for
it. Jimmy was being very gentle. But Kate was visibly aroused and she ran her
hands inside his shirt. Jimmy just wanted to kiss lip to lip. But Kate was
shoving her tongue in his mouth and forcing herself on him. She played with the
little hairs on his chest. Soon Jimmy could no longer resist her and began to
tongue back. She could see Kate sucking on Jimmy's tongue as he forced it into
her mouth and she lovingly accepted it.
Then Kate did something that made Melanie blush. She started to move her hand
down to Jimmy's crotch. What a brazen tramp, she thought. How dare she seduce my
man. Jimmy's mine. Just look at her make him crazy. She could hear his breath
getting very heavy. A bulge was rising up inside his pants and now he tongued
Kate harder. Kate let him do whatever he wanted to her. She was determined to
win Jimmy over now that Melanie had rejected him. She clutched his bulging
crotch harder. Jimmy moaned and then one of his hands felt for her breast. Kate
began to pant. Her face was beet-red. Jimmy kept feeling her breasts, first one
and then the other. They were kissing the whole time. Up till now neither one of
them had dared to remove their clothing. Now Kate was throwing caution to the
wind. She had come this far in robbing Jimmy's affection from Melanie and she
wasn't about to stop now. Her hand stopped clutching Jimmy's crotch and now she
began to pull down the zipper of his pants. When she unzipped it all the way,
never once breaking their kiss, she groped inside for Jimmy's prick.
When she took it out, all three of them gasped in acknowledgment of the brazen
deed. Melanie was very hurt. Jimmy was teeming with passion. Undoubtedly this
was the first time anything like this had ever happened to him. Gone from his
memory was Melanie's shabby treatment. She could see from the glaze in his eyes
that his only interest was in Kate. She held his huge cock out of his pants. It
began to harden in her loving grip and become fully erect. They kept their
mouths glued together and Kate jacked his rising cock in her affectionate paw.
Two rivaling emotions ran through Melanie. One was of lust from the brazen
gropings of the girl and the other was of hurt. She felt like she had lost
Jimmy's affection forever. How could she compete with Kate's antics, she
thought. She jerked that cock until it was hard as a rock and Jimmy let out a
muffled moan from his mouth stuffed with her tongue. Then Kate broke their kiss
and bent her head to Jimmy's big cock and kissed the tip the emerged from his
long foreskin.
Jimmy closed his eyes and his expression was radiant from his obvious enjoyment.
Kate kissed every part of his extremely thick nine-inch prick. Then she did
something that amazed both Jimmy and Melanie. She gobbled the cock into her
mouth. She kept her mouth on it a long time. Every once in a while Melanie could
see her tongue dart around the stem. Then she lifted her head up and drew the
cock out of her mouth, which snapped from her grip. She took her mouth off it
completely and held it in her hand while jerking it and lovingly smiled at
Jimmy. When he felt her mouth lift off his cock he looked down at her and smiled
back. A terrible pang of hurt beat through Melanie's heart. Kate looked lovingly
at Jimmy while jacking his prick and then lowered her head back down. Now it
appeared like she was attacking his fine cock. She gobbled it all the way down
her throat and played with his balls.
She lifted her mouth up to the tip and sucked the foreskin above the cockhead
while her hand jerked the hard, hot and swollen member. Jimmy was panting in
heat. He held her head down with his strong hands. He loved the feel of her
tongue on his prick. His face was redder than Melanie had ever seen it. Kate was
loving his huge prick. Melanie wished that it was her own lips around the penis.
She felt sorry for herself. If only she realized how she had felt about Jimmy
before she had spurned his gifts.
She was angry at Kate for stealing Jimmy. But what's more, she knew that she
could never have competed with her in this fashion. She hadn't the first idea at
how to go about seducing a man. She never would've thought to do what Kate was
doing. And Jimmy seemed to really love it. Melanie had no idea that the action
she was watching being performed took no prior knowledge. It was just a simple
exercise in childish love. Jimmy and Kate were being perfectly natural in
expressing their young urges. Melanie watched as Kate quickly lifted her mouth
completely off the cock and a massive white stream fell out of her mouth. Kate
continued to jerk the hard staff and the white juice kept pumping out of it and
flying all around. Most of it fell on Jimmy's nice pants and stained them. The
rest of it drenched his prick and Kate's hand. She saw Kate gush with excitement
as she reveled in the fruits of her labors. Her eyes were bulging out. Jimmy's
were closed again. He was experiencing a moment of pure bliss at the hands of a
loving girl. And, oh, how Melanie yearned to switch places with Kate at that
moment. If only she were the one to give him that moment.
The cum seemed to be everywhere. Even when Melanie looked away from it she
thought she saw it frothing up in the bubbling stream. Kate played with the goo
that drenched her hand and Jimmy's softening tool, as it dwindled. And how
Melanie wished that she could change places with Kate at that moment. She
realized now, as she watched Jimmy's eyes lovingly search Kate's, that it should
be her there instead of Kate.
Jimmy handed her his handkerchief and she wiped the cum from her hand and his
pants and then put his soft cock back in his pants. The deed had been done. The
die was cast. Jimmy would always remember Kate for giving him pleasure while
Melanie had spurned him and caused him pain. With her head hung low she made her
way back to Lightning. The horse was silent and she mounted him wordlessly.
As she turned the horse about tears welled-up in her eyes and then for the
second time on her fourteenth birthday, Melanie succumbed to a fit of
uncontrollable sobbing. Lightning sensed her pain. The horse knew the only thing
that could recapture her youthful spirit. As soon as they were out of earshot of
the loving couple, Lightning began to whinny and speed up his pace to a fearful
intensity. Melanie stopped her crying when she felt Lightning kick into high
speed and take her pain from her.
She loved this horse. It was the only thing that communicated to her, that knew
her real feelings. She bent her head to his mane and the both of them flew off
into the pit of the sun-drenched valley where they could be alone. The hell with
Jimmy, who needed him. He had hurt her dearly and she would never forget it as
long as she lived. If he wanted Kate so bad he could have her. That would be the
last she would ever have to do with him. And Lightning bolted into the
sun-drenched valley and usurped the calmness with the trample of hooves that
bounced off the walls of the mountain like a crack of thunder.<br>
"There is something terribly wrong with my daughter, doctor. You must find
what it is."
Dr. Marcus Graham lifted the spectacles off his skinny nose and with a gesture
that disarmed his audience screwed them into his bony brow. His hand rubbed on
his thin sharp chin and then pulled down on his face that made his cheeks look
even more harrowed.
For Vincent Forster, a practical man and rancher, to seek out philosophical help
was a step out of character. In these parts Forster was a renowned man. A
self-made one who fought his way to greatness by virtue of an indomitable will.
"You realize, Mr. Forster, that there is no way I can guarantee any degree
of success. There are no odds I can give you."
"She doesn't respond to the normal things that children her age should. She
is totally off on another world."
"And you say she's been this way since her mother's death?"
"She was always on the quiet side. But with an assuredness. She's lost that
quality. She has lost her confidence and won't admit it."
This was not the kind of cursory knowledge Dr. Graham was used to hearing. None
of the people who came to him had ever spoke so succinctly and to the point.
"It sounds to me like you've been concerned about her for a while and have
actively sought yourself for a solution to her problem."
"You bet I have, doctor. We both experienced certain character changes
since my wife's death. It's unexplainable but true."
Practical men didn't speak this way. They were never so perceptive as to
understand the initial roots of things.
"Perhaps it has something to do with her strange death, I mean
symbolically, of course. Exactly what was the effect upon you?"
"I was shocked when she died. It came totally out of the blue and was
unexpected. It was a crushing blow that almost felled me."
"You mean that her loss caused you to mourn more than might be considered
normal. That you were overly grief stricken, or something like that."
"Sandra was a very independent woman. She was beautiful but eccentric, and
in most men's eyes this seemed to taint her fabulous beauty."
"And you married her, accepting her faults as well as her good points. You
filled a gap in her life but she never acknowledged the fact."
"Something like that. But I didn't care. As long as I could bask in her
glow I was happy. She was a tremendously powerful woman."
"In what way?"
"She could command attention, just by her presence situations would become
frightfully charged and take on an eerie glow."
"Don't you think you're exaggerating her importance, Mr. Forster, I mean,
couldn't your grief have marred your former recollections."
"As long as I've known Sandra, she always had that capacity. She was a
woman filled with mystery. Like she was the carrier of a dark secret."
"Did you ever find out this secret?"
"No, never. But I can't get the feeling out of my head that her death had
something to do with that secret."
"You said that she died of a cerebral hemorrhage. That is a physical cause
of death, not psychological."
"I know that, doctor. But perhaps her secret preyed on her so much that it
sought an outlet on her person."
Dr. Graham was stunned. Mr. Forster had just made a fabulous connection that
only a few men of the rarest intellectual capacity were able to absorb.
Psychology was just beginning to experiment with the notion that all physical
disturbances were facets of psychological maladjustment. Jungian psychology
dealt with symbols. Some psychiatrists were convinced that a certain mental
frame of mind led to a particular disease in one to one correspondence. The
beautiful Sandra Forster offered information in this new area of psychology
gripped his curiosity.
"What else can you tell me: about her death."
There's nothing else I can tell you outside of the fact that her death came
without warning and she was never sick a day in her life."
"Was there anyone she was with more than usual during her last weeks or
months?"
"No, not any more than usual. There is the ranch foreman, Adam Kesher, who
was always very loyal to her, and then me and Melanie."
"How do you mean the foreman was loyal to her?"
"He was completely devoted to her. He did anything she asked immediately
and without question."
"You speak of it without a trace of jealousy in your voice."
"Why should there be jealousy? His devotion was platonic and only
concerning business."
"What kind of business?"
"Just things that had to be done on the ranch. If Sandra wanted help with
her flower and rock gardens he would help her to plan and make them."
"So she could depend on him for favors and the like when she had something
on her mind that she couldn't come to you with."
"I suppose that's the case. But I never looked at it like that. Do you
suppose Adam knows something about her death that I don't?"
"I'm not a detective, Mr. Forster. But I am trying to trace the events
leading up to her death so as to symbolically re-enact her state of mind."
"In this way you hope to find what's nagging at my daughter?"
"You yourself said that there is some kind of mysterious connection between
her dark secretive self and the manner in which she died, her physical
ailment."
"Yes, that's true. Do you think Melanie feels the same way?"
"That's what you and I are here to find out. If you are satisfied with my
approach so far, we could start right now. I agree to see her on one condition.
And that is I must hypnotize her."
"For what purpose."
"I want to find out what she's dreaming about. The unconscious mind is the
source of conscious desires. The farther down I can go the more I can understand
what motivates her."
"Couldn't she remember her dreams consciously."
"Yes, she could. But her account would be biased. The conscious mind
filters out parts that are too outrageous for it to face."
"Will she remember her awful nightmares once you take her out of the
trance?"
"No not at all. That is the saving grace. She will never have to face her
dark side in the real world. It will remain a buried dream. Only I will know
what it is and then be able to provide the proper therapy."
"All right. I agree then. You can hypnotize her. I'll bring her in now. Do
you want me to leave or stay here with you?"
"I would prefer that you leave the both of us alone once we've been
introduced. Now you may bring her in.
Graham watched Forster get up and leave the room. He came back in with Melanie
and he introduced her to the doctor.
"Melanie I want you to watch this little beacon over here by my left hand
and start counting backwards from one hundred."
Melanie held her father's hand tightly.
"It's not going to painful, honey, I promise. He's just going to put you to
sleep for a while and you will answer questions without even knowing it."
The doctor turned on the switch and the small globe on the left of his desk
began to whir very softly. A flashing light shaped like a diamond eye pulsed on
and off in a steady rhythm that seemed to be encircling inside the globe.
Melanie's pretty blue eyes twinkled from their casual stare into the glass ball.
Soon they were concentrating with fierce intensity on the spinning ball of
light. In her head she counted backwards. As her lids began to close her gazed
fixed inside herself and she was dazzled by the life of her internal radiations.
Graham watched her eyes close and turned off the spinning light. Without
speaking a word he had put her into a trance.
"It's time for you to go, Mr. Forster."
"Good luck, doctor," said Forster as he took up his jacket to leave.
"We make our own luck, Mr. Forster." Graham heard the door open and
close. He stared at the subject before him and tapped lightly on his desk.
"Melanie, can you hear me?"
"Yes, "I can hear you."
"Do you dream often?"
"Yes, all the time."
"Do you like your dreams."
"Some of them are good. Some of them are bad and scare me. And then there
are some that are part good and part bad."
"Tell me about those. Tell me about the ones that are good and bad at the
same time."
"There's this one about me and Lightning."
"Who's Lightning, Melanie."
Graham' right hand reached down under the desktop and switched on a tape
recorder that was hidden inside a drawer.
"Lightning is my horse. He's more than that really. He used to be my
mother's favorite horse and now he's mine."
"Do you spend a lot of time with him?"
"Yes, I do. He never hurts me and he's always good to me. I can always
count on him, not like mother, or that stupid Jimmy Katz."
"Is Jimmy your boyfriend?"
"Not any more. Not since Lightning led me to the spot where he and Kate
were making out."
"You said Lightning led you to the spot?"
"Yes, he knew what was going on. He wanted to show me what a bastard that
Jimmy is, and Kate too."
"What were they doing?"
"Kate was sucking his dick. And he was really big. And he came all
over."
"Okay, Melanie, now tell me about the dream."
"The dream is about me and Lightning. We are lying down together on a
spinning bed, he's right next to me."
"And what are you doing."
"I'm kissing him on the face. I'm totally naked and my nipples are swollen
and red hot. I'm burning up."
"And the bed is spinning?"
"Yes, it goes all around. Lightning's mouth is open and I'm running my
little tongue on his big one. I'm getting hot kissing him."
"And then what do you do."
"I rub my hot tits in his big face. He laps his tongue out and it brushes
my hot tits with big, sweeping licks."
"You like it?"
"Oh yes, I like it ever so much. My cunt is sopping wet. Lightning licks
both my hot throbbing tits while I mash them into him."
"What happens next?"
"My cunt is very hot. I put a couple fingers inside my gash and poke them
around. My nipples are so hard."
"What else do you do."
"I'm so hot I feel like I'm gonna blow up. I look down at Lightning's cock
and it's huge and hard as a rock."
"Is that what you wanted all along. Lightning's big cock."
"Oh yes. I love him so. There's nothing on this earth like him. His cock is
so big. It is the master of cocks."
"Is that what attracts you to him. His cock?"
"Yes it is. I always dream about it. Now that I think of it all my dreams
are about Lightning's big cock."
"When you are in bed with him what do you do?"
"He lays perfectly still. He acts just like a human being. Just like a man
would. He's perfect, better than a man because... he's so big, so very, very
big."
"And fast and strong. He's powerful. And he has a big cock. Bigger than any
man's and that's why you adore him."
"Yes. His cock is so big. When it lays there on the bed it looks like it
weighs twenty pounds. I need two hands to lift it."
"Yes, go on."
"I take it up with both hands. I gasp from its huge size. It makes me crazy
just to feel it and hold that big big thick thing."
"You can't resist touching it."
"Oh more. Much more than that. I must make love to it. I must get Lightning
to fuck me because he is afraid of hurting me and won't do it."
"How do you know that?"
"I don't know. I just do. Lightning remembers another time when he hurt me
real bad from trying to fuck me."
"Lightning remembers it and you don't?"
"Yes. That's true. I can't remember. But Lightning seems to remember. And
he's very afraid of doing it again and hurting me."
"But you want him to. Even if it kills you, or hurts you badly."
"I must have his cock. No matter what the price. The mere thought of it
right now makes my blood boil and sets my cunt on fire."
Graham inspected the finely developed frame of the beautiful girl in front of
him. He confirmed for himself her obvious heat when he saw her aroused nipples
protruding through her blouse. The child had reached puberty earlier than most
of her classmates, but was cursed (or perhaps blessed) with unusually large
E-cup breasts, which fortunately have yet to cause her upper back pain.
"Melanie, how did your mother speak of Lightning. Did she ever say that she
loved him, or spent as much time with him as you do?"
"She never said it. And she didn't spend as much time with him. But I used
to watch her combing his mane."
"And how did she look when she did it."
"Sometimes she would take a lot of time doing it. Once, when she thought no
one was watching, I saw her kiss him."
"Where did she kiss him, I mean Lightning?"
"She kissed him all up his face. And then when his mouth opened a little
she licked her tongue against his."
"What else do you remember?"
"I remember I could see her nipples through her blouse very clearly. Then
she took it off and began to rub her breasts along Lightning's face."
"Did you like what you saw."
"I sort of did. I wasn't sure. I didn't think anything was wrong with it if
mother was doing it. Daddy always told me to listen to mother and follow her
example. He said that she was a powerful woman and she knew a lot and anything I
wanted to know about life she knew."
"Melanie, do you realize now that the way that you saw your mother making
love to the horse was exactly like the way you described you did it to Lightning
in your dream."
Graham paused to sharpen all his senses for the answer. It was important for the
girl to see the symbolic connection between both events.
Even at this early juncture, much of the success of her therapy depended on her
conscious controls loosening enough to admit to the truth. "Yes, I got the
idea from mother. From watching her that day.
"Good, now continue with the dream."
"I'm weighing Lightning's huge cock in my little hands and I can't resist
hugging it to me. I rub it on my tits."
"What happens now?"
"I begin to kiss it all over. I start at the top and work all the way down.
It's so hard and the skin is taut and black and shines like leather."
"Do you try to swallow it in your mouth?"
"Yes, I try. But it is much too big. I become twice as hot from becoming
frantic by not being able to take it in my mouth."
"So what do you do?"
"I keep kissing it all over. It begins to glisten from my spit and then I
reach lower and kiss his big sac of balls."
"Do you like that?"
"Yes, very much. I can get one of his big balls in my mouth and I suck on
it very hard and love the taste of it."
"What does it taste like."
"It's salty and bitter and I can't get enough of the taste. The more I suck
on it the better it tastes, it gets sweeter."
"Go on."
"I trade off balls in my mouth. I swallow one all the way in my mouth and
feel it in the back of my throat. I'm doing this while stroking his prick the
whole while."
"And Lightning remains perfectly still?"
"Oh yes, he never moves. He's the perfect lover. He just stays there while
I do anything I want to him."
"How do you make love to him?"
"I lay beside him on the bed and I kept taking one ball at a time into my
hot mouth while my whole body rubs against his cock. "Your hands are
jerking the cock?"
"Yes, I'm jacking him with all my might. My tits press against the base of
his prick while his cockhead runs against my open, wet pussylips."
"Do you have an orgasm?"
"I cum really hard in an uncontrollable vibration. I hold on to his cock
for dear life while I shudder in a rhythmic orgasm."
"Does the orgasm quench your urge?"
"No, it makes me wilder. I must have that cock inside of me at any cost. I
know more than ever that Lightning must fuck me."
"Can you tell that Lightning loves you?"
"Yes. Because he doesn't want to hurt me. But I keep seducing him by
playing with his huge cock that makes me wild and then soon he can't control
himself."
"Does he crush you with his weight?"
"No, I told you. He's the perfect lover. It's just that his cock is so big
he can't help but be a brute. And I want him to act that way."
"What keeps him from killing you with his body as he fucks you?"
"I don't know. Sometimes it seems that he would very much like to ram me
harder but something is stopping him, I don't know what."
"How does he mount you?"
"I lay on my hands and knees atop the spinning platform. I take my hands
and split my asscheeks apart as far as they will go."
"Where is Lightning?"
"He straddles me. I can see his feet in front of me. I arch my back and
raise my ass as high up as it will go and split my gash open with my
fingers."
"What happens when he mounts you?"
"I grope my hands in back of me to search for his giant cock. One hand
finds the fat cockhead and I draw it to my open cunt."
"Does it go right in?"
"No, my precious Lightning is much too big. I can barely get an inch of the
cockhead into my wet gash."
"Does Lightning help you and buck his weight into you?"
"He tries to but something stops him. I don't know if there's someone
watching us or not. But something or someone stops him."
"How do you know this?"
"I can feel it, that's all. I do know that on account of this someone
Lightning can't hurt me. I can only hurt myself."
"You mean by getting so carried away that you force his cock into your
cunt, and not the horse."
"I feel his cock probing deeper inside me. It is an incredible feeling of
pain and pleasure like enjoying the feeling of being split in two."
"Does Lightning's cock dominate you?"
"It makes me feel a total slave to it. I would murder and destroy for it at
this point. I want to die myself if that's what it takes to feel his cock in
me."
"Does he succeed in getting inside you all the way?"
Graham watched as the girl's breasts rose and fell in obvious heat. She licked
her wet lips and began to recount the depraved event of her satiated lust.
"I keep pushing myself backward into his big cock. As my cunt gets wetter
from the enormous penetration it can accept more and more of it."
"The pain is as good as the pleasure?"
"The pain merely adds to the pleasure. I can feel half of him in me now. I
reach back with my hands to feel the remainder of his cock."
"And what do you feel?"
"It feels like I am impaled on a thick black pole. My body is stuck in
place from his big cock stuck inside me."
"Is it in as far as it can go?"
"No and yet I'm stuffed to the brim. I feel that if I can get used to this
point of being stretched I can accept even more of it."
"Do you?"
"Yes. I enjoy myself feeling the black bone that juts out of my pussy. Then
I seize the lengthy remainder and shove more of it in me."
"What happens?"
"I must scream from the fantastic pain. The cock is tearing me in two. My
face is contorted from the excruciating spasm."
"But you will not let go of it. Though it hurts like the devil you must
have more."
"I must have it all. Even if I die. I must feel his heavy sac of balls
bouncing and dangling on my wet cuntlips while my hands grope for them and
massage and hold them."
"And do you succeed?"
"I'm breathing very hard. I feel like I'm totally alive for the first time
in my life yet on the verge of death."
"What do you do?"
"I gather the last of my strength and put my hands in front of me and with
all my might plunge backwards into the massive cock."
"Are you alive or dead."
"I gasp and groan. A million stars go off in front of my eyes. I heard
something scrunch when my cunt engulfed the last of his bloated, almost 3-foot
long cock but I don't care. Both my hands have hold of his balls and they're
mashed right into my contorted cuntlips."
"Describe the feeling."
"I hold my place and accept the power of his huge truncheon. My cunt spasms
around it and I pass into the era of orgasm."
"It seems to last forever. Or is there pain that brings it to an end?"
"My body is like a tuning fork that is vibrating from the power of his
massive member embedded, deep inside me. I am soaring through space. I see
planets."
"Does the horse cum inside you?"
"He feels himself buried bone deep inside me. My body grips around his cock
and sends spasming ripples of delight pulsing through him. He whinnies like
beginning a great charge. My pleasure is half over. My body is spent from the
throes of a miraculous orgasm few women have ever experienced. I have passed out
a number of times and woke up to face another orgasm. I am out of my mind with
the pain of the pleasure and the pleasure of the pain. I can feel the cock
explode inside me. I am filled with a bursting, almost explosive sensation that
makes my nipples seem to pop blood from the rising pressure of my hot flow. I
feel my insides become painted with Lightning's heady seed and I am bathed in
sperm. My insides feel soppy. They feel as if they have been mashed to ribbons.
His cock continues to pulse and my body will not stop vibrating around it. It is
then I realize that there is no end to this orgasm and my reason for living has
ceased. I have experienced the ultimate. Everything becomes meaningless. My life
is over."<br>
"Adam, meet me in my den in five minutes."
Vincent Forster fought back his temper. He was fuming. His conversation with
Graham after interviewing his daughter still rang in his ears.
Graham had said: "From the symbolic reenactment of your daughter's
innermost drives and fantasies and the information you gave me, Adam Kesher's
place in the whole affair is of supreme thematic relevance."
"Are you telling me, Graham, that Kesher is the cause of my wife's
death?"
"He is somehow inextricably involved. He has information that is relevant
to the mystery of your wife's death. Melanie intuitively perceives this."
"But how could she know?"
"Her strong intuition gives her the ability to make random connections.
Analysis of her dreams tell me that there is a secret between her mother and
Kesher."
"Did Melanie mention Kesher by name?"
"No, but she didn't have to. You yourself told me that Kesher was devoted
to your wife. Did he take care of the horses as well?"
"Why, of course. That was part of his duty. He often helped my wife to
preen her favorite steeds."
"Are you aware which of the horses was your wife's favorite?"
"Yes, it's the same one Melanie has a passion for right now. The horse is a
beautiful one, charcoal gray in color with a lovely soft blond mane."
"His name is Lightning."
"You talk as if he has a human personality."
"To the subjects involved, Mr. Forster, that is precisely the case. It
appears that your wife, from my interpretation of your daughter's dream, had an
abnormal attraction to the beast."
"What are you saying?"
"Something so shocking that if the words were to issue from my lips you
would not believe it to be the truth."
"You'll have to be more specific than that, doctor. I'm paying you good
money for this information. I would appreciate it for you to deliver the
goods."
"What would you say to the notion that your wife may very well have had an
affair with an animal. Would you believe it possible?"
Vincent Forster was in a rage. How dare someone possess the gall to insinuate
that his wife was guilty of bestiality.
He had a notion to grab the small man by his skinny throat with one hand holding
on the bobbing Adam's apple choking off his wind.
"Doctor, you're crazy."
"I knew you would say that. That's why I'm telling you that the proof you
seek lies in the personage of Adam Kesher."
"What do you mean, personage?"
"He is the missing link between your daughter's dreams of bestiality and
the sudden disease that befell your wife."
"But in what way?"
"That is a specific detail that can only be filled in with one's
imagination at this point. What Kesher's exact involvement is open to
discussion. That he is undoubtedly the key to the symbolic reenactment of the
neurosis, however, is clear as a bell."
"Did he conspire with my wife to arrange the act?"
"That is possible."
Graham saw Forster set his jaw firmly. He thought that Forster must be gritting
his teeth. The eyes had a cold glint pulsing through them.
"Doctor, did you make a tape of your interview with my daughter?"
"Yes, I did, Mr. Forster."
"I want it."
"I'm afraid that's impossible. The tape is part of my library. It is
strictly confidential. No one shall ever know of its contents except you and
I."
Vincent Forster could see a compassionate look sweep over Graham' angelic
expression. A radiant aura seemed to surround his face. Just a moment before he
would've killed for that tape. Now suddenly it didn't seem to be so important.
He felt that he could trust Graham implicitly.
"I'll accept your word on that, doctor. I can see you're a man of
integrity. Let me thank you for your help."
He reached across the desk and their right hands touched in a moment of
understanding. Graham' soft palm made a dull impression on Forster's callused
paw. And now Vincent Forster sat in his den waiting for the moment of destiny
the key to which lay in the person of Adam Kesher. He heard the tramp of his
booted feet on the floor of the hallway that led to the chamber where his master
waited.
"You called for me, sir?"
"Yes, Adam, sit down."
It was rare when Forster allowed the ranch foreman the privilege of sharing his
company in the large and luxurious den. He sat his wiry body down into the folds
of the plush lounge chair that lay across the large oak desk. Forster lit a
cigar and then handed the box over to Kesher who took one out and sniffed it
underneath his pug nose. Forster lit it for him. The friendly gesture had the
effect of catching Kesher off guard when his master said directly:
"You lied to me the other day when I asked you to follow Melanie into the
woods and see what she was up to."
"What are you talking about, sir?"
Forster lost his cool. He was sick and tired of having his questions being
answered with another question.
"Kesher, if you don't level with me I'm going to shove that cigar right
down your throat."
Kesher choked on the smoke that caught in the back of his throat when those
vicious words came rolling out of Forster's mouth.
"Relax, Kesher, if you tell me the truth no harm will come to you. But if
you lie you shall feel the weight of my wrath. Don't worry, I've already
imagined the worst. Now spill it. What happened out there in the valley?"
Kesher's purple face receded back to its normal ashen color. The sorrowful arch
of the ranch foreman's brow convinced Forster that what he was about to hear was
the truth.
"I saw her atop Lightning riding naked."
"And why didn't you tell me the truth at the time?"
"Because I feared your wrath at the bad news. I did not want to be the one
to tell you."
"Do others know about this?"
"No, sir, not that I know of."
"Adam was there a secret between you and my wife?"
In his head Kesher debated his options. Either he told his boss the truth and
took his chances or lied through his teeth.
He had to admit that he was impressed at his master's hitting the nail right on
the head. Somehow he had discerned the truth.
"She came to me and asked me to build something."
"And what was that?"
Forster braced himself for the moment of truth. His emotion was part fear and
part anxiety at getting closer to the truth.
"A mechanical contraption whereby she could have Lightning mount her
without being crushed by the horse's weight."
Kesher looked Forster dead in the eye. He looked into his soul and could see the
pain throbbing inside.
"Were you witness to the event?"
"Yes, sir, I was. There were two occasions. The last one was right before
she died. Perhaps a day or so."
"Did she succeed in having her desire filled?"
"The second time she did. It was an awesome spectacle. She was consumed
with lust and finally managed to insert the enormous staff inside her."
"Adam, I want you to tell me everything you saw. Don't leave out a detail,
or withhold information to spare my feelings."
Kesher wanted very much to tell someone what had happened on that spectacular
occasion. The event had weighed on his mind. He felt responsible. He had built
the thing. A few days later Sandra had died. In his soul he felt there was some
kind of connection. After her unsuccessful first attempt to have Lightning mount
her, Kesher remembered that Sandra undertook the second venture with a grim
determination. She told Adam after dinner to be prepared for the encounter at
precisely twelve midnight. He removed the felt cloth from the decadent monument
and preened Lightning and made the horse look sharp for the celestial encounter.
Sandra arrived right on time. She was already in a state of lust. She was
wearing just a robe and took it off immediately upon entering the shed. Kesher
could see her nipples that were swollen and bloated at the mere thought of
making love to her fine steed. This night they had a hard time keeping Lightning
quiet. He had to put a leather muzzle over the horse's snout. He arranged
Lightning into position on the contraption and bound him in place with the
leather harness.
The horse's gigantic cock was showing signs of arousal. As Lightning was bolted
into place the cock rose in anticipation. Sandra gushed with lustful excitement
ensconced herself inside the fur-lined pit grabbed the sturdy member. She hugged
it close to her. The cock stiffened almost immediately from her hot touch and
she began to kiss it. Lightning was shaking in the wooden frame that kept his
body in position. The horse's feet shifted back and forth.
Sandra ran her whole body over the erect black pole. She loved it in between her
tits and it glistened from her sweat and spit. Her teeth were bared. She was
beside herself with passion. She let out little pig-like squeals of excitement.
On the behest of his mistress, Kesher had added a row of bars inside the
fur-lined pit. This was to allow Sandra a good grip so that when she turned on
her hands and knees for Lightning to mount her she had just the right leverage.
But she was so intensely fascinated by the sturdy truncheon that she could not
let go of it. She tried to swallow it in her mouth. By straining her jaws wide,
Sandra finally managed the impossible. The enormous fat cockhead went between
her lips. With a superhuman effort she pulled that cock to her and buried the
massive tip inside the embrace of her succulent mouth. She jerked the massive
penis with her pretty hands and held onto the tip with her hot mouth. Her lips
encircled the rim under the cockhead and she swooned and gasped in delight from
the throb of the cock in her mouth. Her nipples were swollen. Her cunt flowered
open and dripped juices from her blazing heat at making love to the horse prick.
Lightning's muscles trembled and convulsed in place from the crazy motion of the
mistress' groping hands and loving mouth. She reveled in the feeling of the cock
being so close to her senses and continued to tug and pull on the member while
the tip lay between her lips. Kesher saw her body writhe in spasms as she came
in a bevy of vibrations from the cock being in her hot grasp. She took it out of
her mouth with a yank and ran the wet tip all over the beautiful features of her
face. She nuzzled the mammoth instrument in between her ample breasts and then
played with her nipples by tweaking them very hard. She was in a seething
lustful state. She was hypnotized by the power of the blood-gorged constrictor.
She took the cock and ran it on her sensitive parts. The hot cockhead poked at
her bloated tits. All the while Sandra was gasping and squealing from the
supreme decadence of her actions and losing more control of herself by the
minute. She crouched on her haunches and managed to work the cock in between her
massive thighs and move it about. The black leather-like skin of the instrument
ran on her open gash and teased her juicy cuntlips. She spasmed and rocked once
more in a fiery orgasm and kept that cock close to her steamy pussy. She was
burning up right in front of Kesher. Never before had he seen such a beautiful
woman give herself up totally to her passions. She put a hand behind her to hold
her weight up and leaned back with her legs spread and poked the cock into her
gaping hole. Once again, just like the first time, it would not fit. But this
time Sandra was determined not to be denied. She pulled on the cock with fierce
intensity. It was hard as a rock and gleaming from her secretions of spit and
sweat. The monstrous cockhead was drenched with the juices that had poured out
of her love box and she was determined to feel it inside her. She stretched her
legs as wide as they would go and with a mighty pull she was able to bury the
massive tip inside her. She spasmed and let out a hot gasp of excitement. She
reveled in the supreme decadence of her action. She could feel the huge tip
inside her. Her cunt walls formed around it and her orgasm brought her to a
state of uncontrollable convulsions. Her nipples were swollen to the point that
Kesher swore they were turning purple from her red-hot excitement. She inched up
to accept more of the cock inside her. Now that the tip of it was firmly in she
rested both hands on the bars on her sides. With her hands giving her body the
proper leverage, she bobbed forward with frog-like leaps to capture more of the
cock.
Lightning was silent. The horse had finally calmed down. He pawed the ground and
snorted. The horse was calm because Lightning knew that the mistress had
succeeded in finding the means of getting the enormous prick inside her.
Kesher watched as Sandra's face became and sweaty as her body moved forward to
swallow the giant horse prick. She had the same expression that Adam had
witnessed when a woman had given birth here on the ranch and he assisted the
doctor.
Sandra's head pressed down onto her chest. Her double chin brimmed with sweat.
Her cheeks were red and puffy. Her eyes were bloodshot from the terrible pain of
admitting the huge truncheon up her pliable body. Her cunt seemed to be
swallowing the heavy cock inside it. She kept moving herself onto it though it
was causing her great pain. But the pain was the focal point of the pleasure.
Without it her lust would not be sufficiently quenched.
Kesher watched as the cock became embedded in the little opening of Sandra
Forster's unfathomable cunt.
Her hands gripped the bars on either side of her and she pushed her pelvis
upward to meet head on the bloated truncheon. It was an awesome spectacle that
reminded Kesher of something he once read in the bible about Moses bringing the
Ten Commandments down from the mountain and finding his flock giving themselves
up in a blood orgy of uncontrollable lust.
Kesher began to think that perhaps this was the reason why certain avenues of
lust were taboo in human folklore. As he watched Sandra Forster give way to such
an urge and force that horse prick deep inside herself he knew that expression
of the ancient drives were indeed destructive.
But the woman could not control herself. The more that cock slipped up her the
more she wanted. She was determined to get it all the way inside her, even if
she died from the effort. She pressed inexorably forward.
Lightning began to twitch in place. The horse wanted to desperately ram forward
but Kesher's magnificent contraption kept Lightning in place. It was a testament
to his skill as an engineer. The horse could not hurt Sandra. Only her own lust
could destroy her. The cock was halfway inside her wet slit. The woman's poor
cunt was contortedly stretched to an ungodly proportion. It appeared that it
would burst at the seams. Sandra was in obvious pain and the tears began to well
up in her eyes. She was crying now. The pain was too much for her. She sobbed
deep, heavy gasps that evidenced her discomfort. But her lust would not let her
stop. As soon as she calmed herself she once again began to buck relentlessly
forward.
She took a mighty grip on the bars and braced her feet on the fur-lined floor
and threw her body into the huge cock. It pierced her insides and practically
tore her in two. The cock was three-quarters embedded in her now. By being
fucked face up she could see the massive instrument that was impaling her. Her
eyes bulged out. She could both see and feel the object that was driving her
crazy and breaking her body in two like a wishbone. She waited for the pain to
die down from her last thrust. She was no longer crying for lust had captured
all of her body. She took a good hold on the bars with her hands, braced her
feet and spread her legs as wide as possible, then pushed forward with all her
might. She let out a blood-curdling groan of terrible pain. Lightning whinnied a
throaty thunderous blast.
Kesher heard something crack. It sounded like bones breaking. He was sure that
Sandra had done herself irreparable damage. But the cock was all the way in.
Waiting for the pain to die, Sandra lay in that position, impaled on the cock.
Her eyes were rolling inside her head. Her face was contorted in an ugly
expression. But she had all of that cock inside her and that kept her going. She
had achieved the ultimate lust. She had accepted a giant horse prick in between
her loins and was dying from the pleasure of the pain. It was a feeling that few
women had ever experienced, and few men had ever witnessed. Kesher looked at her
as if she was a goddess. Her cunt was stretched wide open. It was stretched to
an unbelievable proportion from the giant cock embedded inside it, even more
than giving birth. Sandra could not move. Her jaw was agape. When she looked
down and realized she could no longer see the cock, for it was buried inside
her, she gasped and writhed in orgasm. Her entire body seemed to grip and form
around the massive instrument. Her body convulsed in uncontrollable spasms. She
was having trouble holding herself in place. Kesher sensed her troubled position
and sought out something to prop her up.
He searched the shed and found and old chest that was just the right height. He
brought it over to the spectacle. He nudged the chest underneath her right
against the small of her back and now she could let go of the bars and relax her
tired muscles.
She balanced on the chest with the horse prick buried well deep inside her loins
and continued to spasm like a geyser. Her orgasms ceased to have an individual
rhythm to them. She began to vibrate in one single spasmic vibration. She called
out to Adam. She told him that she was losing her mind from the pleasure. She
was soaring through the universe. She was beyond her senses, beyond lust even.
She was off somewhere flying through the ether like an angel. The cock throbbed
inside her. Her body existed for only one thing to grip that cock that was
breaking her in two.
Kesher thought that she would die right there from the stupendous rocking rhythm
her orgasms were putting her through.
Her body gleamed with sweat. Her tract was well greased now as her cunt had
secreted enough juice for her to slide up and down on the cock. She was out of
her mind from the motion. She reeled her body forward and back and looked down
to watch the cock piercing in and out of her. Her eyes were glazed and
awe-stricken from the stupendous spectacle of the massive instrument ripping her
insides to smithereens. She grabbed onto the bars for dear life as her back
rested on the old chest and pushed back and forward with all her strength. Each
time the cock banged home inside her she let out a sex-drugged groan of
unbelievable pleasure. Her groans were low-pitched throaty bellows that became
hoarse from the intensity of her screaming pleasure making her voice raspy.
Lightning wanted ever so much to ram all his weight into her, but Adam Kesher's
decadent contraption held the horse in place. He could not hurt the mistress.
She could only hurt herself as she bounced like a madwoman upon the pole-like
cock. As it shot out of her, Kesher could see it dripping with her juices.
Trickles of blood ran out of her grotesquely ravaged cunt. She moved back and
forth with a fiery rhythm and her back began to bleed from the coarse wooden
chest scrapping against her.
Kesher saw her body suddenly stiffen as a last orgasm died down and the
beginnings of another sprung up.
She could no longer move. The fantastic thrill of the spasm had her riveted in
place atop the cock. Every nerve ending in her beautiful body began to vibrate
and explode. She was lost in a lustful reverie. Lightning's cock was pulsing
with the fierceness of a snake ready to attack. She could feel it vibrate inside
her. Everything became silent inside the old tool shed. Lightning was strangely
quiet for a horse caught in the throes of a spine-shattering orgasm. Sandra was
silent, her body was out of control but her mind awaited the event that would
finally quench her lust. The cock exploded inside of her. Huge spurts of white
cum splashed inside her cunt and whipped out of her contorted pussy. Her loins
were painted in sperm. The cock seemed to never stop pumping its unrelenting
volume inside her. Sandra was drunk with it.
Kesher watched her writhe through her final orgasms, as her thighs became
drenched with cum. A tear fell from his eye and burned a trail down his
cheek.<br>
"Kesher, I want you to take me to see this thing."
"Are you sure? What would be the purpose? You'd only be torturing
yourself."
"I want to see it, let's go."
Forster led the way. He knew where the old shed was, of course, but he wanted
Kesher to show him the workings of the contraption. How could Sandra have conned
herself into such a trap? Still, the supreme decadence of her action was one few
women were capable of. It was this fact that made him love her more than ever
before. Like she was winking to him from the grave, flirting with him. Her
brazenness never ceased to astound him. He understood why she hadn't come to him
with her problem.
His male ego would have gotten in the way. He would never be able to accept the
fact that an animal was preferred over him. He would have made her feel guilty,
remorseful at ever conceiving such an unthinkable idea. But, of course, no
thought was unthinkable if you thought it. It was a contradiction in terms. You
could try not to think about it but you still thought it.
That's what was hounding Melanie. Melanie felt her mother's sin. She was
unconsciously being led down the same path. But her mother had acted consciously
and willingly. Hers was not the actions of an unknowing child. She had actively
sought the experience. The fantasy had preyed on her mind and Sandra was not the
kind of woman who refused to face herself.
Vincent had been the object of her lust for twenty years. He dearly loved and
cherished all their passionate moments. Sandra was an excellent lover. She had
taken care of all his needs and satisfied his every desire. Even as they got
older their lovemaking never lost its fiery edge. Their orgasms still exploded
with the passion of lusty teenagers.
Kesher opened the door to the shed and Forster stepped in ahead of him. His eyes
fixed at the back of the shed. He walked towards it slowly and his nostrils
flared up from the smell of horse sweat that hung in the air.
"Do we keep horses in here all the time, Adam?"
"You're speaking of the smell; No, sir, we do not, but that smell has been
in here since the days of Sandra's decadence."
"You wouldn't be pulling my leg, Kesher."
"I swear sir, no other horses have ever been in here. Just Lightning, those
both times, and in three years the smell has never gone away."
"Take off the covering, Adam."
He went to the monument and very slowly lifted off the felt covering that
clothed the depraved contraption.
Forster's face turned pale at the apparition before him. It was right out of a
nightmare. An eerie glow emanated from it. It pained and yet thrilled him to
know that the contraption came right out the fevered mind of his wife Sandra.
She was capable of such odd tastes. She was the only woman he knew that would've
ever had the nerve to bring a thing like this to life. She must have been in
terrible pain, both physically and mentally from the brute piercing her and the
guilt that pulsed through her.
Vincent Forster knew that he was responsible for that guilt. Her mind conceived
of the one thing that he would never have been able to grant her. He thought he
was the type of man who complemented her perfectly as a mate. He really tried to
give her anything she wanted. But instead of being satisfied like most women
would've been, Sandra always played a game with him. Whatever you gave her she
wanted more. She stretched his love to the limit to see how far it would go.
You loved Sandra because she allowed you to bask in her glow, not because you
held her in your grip. And then there's Melanie, so much like her mother, and
capable of the same rare independence. He had suspected that her preoccupation
with Lightning bordered on the perverse. His suspicions had proved correct.
"Adam, do you think it's possible that Melanie witnessed what happened here
that night?"
"Impossible. That was my job. The mistress paid me $50,000 dollars to watch
over them and make sure they weren't disturbed."
"Couldn't Melanie have peered in through one of the windows while you were
watching Mrs. Forster's performance?"
"No, I kept a strict watch at all times. No one witnessed anything but
me."
If Kesher could be believed, then what Dr. Graham had presumed to be intuitive
insight on Melanie's part was indeed the case. She had perceived her mother's
crime of passion and was living it out in the real world. Through her he had
been able to retrace backward and uncover the event of her mother's sin. The
reason for her death was now clear. Sandra's guilt at expressing her wild
fantasy had played havoc with her mind. Her brain must have pulsed with intense
waves of guilt for having the nerve to make real her most decadent urge. She
felt that she had done Vincent a terrible wrong. It was so terrible that she
could not confide to the person that loved her the most. Because it would hurt
him dearly to find out. He learned for the first time that Sandra never really
ever meant to hurt him. She felt his pain for the things she forced him to put
up with if he wanted the right to bask in her glow. But she couldn't let that
stop her from realizing herself and her own ambitions. Even at the price of
love. Melanie held the key to her salvation. It was Melanie who was showing
Forster what had killed her mother.
"I've seen enough, Adam. Put the covering back on." The felt covering
blanketed the contraption. It no longer radiated its aura but a gentle hum
pervaded Forster's ears.
The thing seemed to be alive. It was an inanimate object yet it seemed to
pulsate with a special energy. He couldn't help but think that the energy
pulsing through it were the vestiges of his wife's wayward spirit. She had
experienced her moments of orgasm upon it. Her energies remained a flowing
monument. And Kesher had invented the contraption! It was a fascinating display
of intense art and sculptural design. He must have loved his mistress dearly and
worked night and day until he had discovered the perfect masterpiece worthy of
her dignity. The miasma inside the shed was choking him. He had to leave there
at once. Adam bolted the door behind them.
He dismissed the ranch foreman and returned to his den and sat himself down on
the cushiony lounge chair. He kicked off his shoes and put his stocking feet
atop the desk and rested his heavy head on the back of the chair. As he relaxed
he could see the sun setting on the horizon out from the picture window behind
the oak desk. It looked like a bleeding orifice. It radiated with an intense
fury. The whole room became bathed in a red glow. Tears welled up in his eyes
and rolled down his cheeks and fell off his square jaw and stained his shirt. A
heavy sigh lifted from his lungs and echoed off the high-ceilings of his stately
chamber. It died out like an engine being turned off and he passed off into a
deep sleep as soon as he closed his watery eyes. He dreamt of Melanie. She was
riding that damned horse. How he hated that beast. The sight of Lightning in his
mind's eye made him livid. Melanie was riding naked. She leaned over the horse's
mane and brushed her hot breasts against it. She was brimming with lust. Her
face was beet-red. Her breaths were short gasps of thrilling delight. They were
galloping at full speed. She bobbed up and down on the smooth leather saddle and
her cunt was wet. Her long cuntlips were a fiery red. Her whole underside burned
with passion and was red from her heat and the slap of the saddle. Lightning was
speeding at full gallop but flying through the air with prancing arches and
landing with light feet. Melanie was taken away by the wild rhythm of his steady
rhythmic bucking. Lightning raised his flanks just a notch on the way down so
that Melanie could slap her gaping cunt on the smooth leather saddle with the
added intensity of the horse's kickback. She was paralyzed from being racked
with one orgasm after another. Her cuntlips were dripping with her juices. It
made her slosh around on the saddle because it was painted with all the love
juice that had poured out of her. She came time and again. She pulled the horse
up very meanly. She was drunk with passion and they stopped dead in their
tracks. She got off the horse and groped underneath for his limp cock. It looked
like a stuffed leather pouch. Even in its limp state it was a magnificent length
that kept one's eyes glued upon it in delectable fascination. She bent down and
took the cock in both hands and rubbed it in her sweet palms and pulled on the
foreskin.
The cock began to respond to her loving touch and her eyes gazed fixedly at the
rising stanchion. She brought it up to her lips and lovingly kissed the massive
cockhead that became wet with her spit. She was totally enraptured from the
tasty pole in her mouth and she closed her eyes in delicious passion and went to
work on the cock. She took as much of the instrument down her mouth that the
cavern could bear. Her mouth was absolutely stuffed with cock. She tried to
gobble more and more of it down but it was beginning to stiffen from her fevered
mouthing. The harder she sucked the bigger it grew; Both hands jacked the
surging staff whose foreskin became taut. Up and down the rising shaft Melanie
mouthed and fondled. She cupped the heavy balls and felt them in her palms. The
shaft became so hard that the fat cockhead popped out of her mouth. Melanie was
incensed from the spectacle of its size.
She was frantic to get it back in her mouth but it just wouldn't fit. She wanted
desperately to taste it again. She had to satisfy herself by flicking her red
tongue all over the shiny black truncheon that bobbed from her touch. She was
sucking on the sides of it and running her tongue all along every inch of the
enormous pole. She bit into it but her little teeth could do it no damage. She
was wild for it and rubbed it on her tits. She held the horse prick in her arms
like she was cradling a log and brushed her nipples against it with her swinging
breasts. Her face was a lusty expression of reckless abandon that just could not
get enough of that massive cock. She went crazy trying to suck it and running
her tongue all over it. Then she nuzzled it against her tits. Her body was on
fire from making love to the hot staff. She brought it down between her legs at
a fierce angle. She rubbed the enormous tip on her bloated clit and then lifted
up a little to run it on her wet cuntlips. The action was making her go crazy.
To feel that hot cock on her gaping cunt made her brim with wild lust. Her mouth
changed from an oval-like shape to an animal-like snarl every few seconds. She
couldn't make up her mind. Running the cock along her wet cunt was a great
feeling, but it only served to leave her teeming for more, much more. She had to
get that cock inside her but she had no idea how. To run it against her cunt and
cradle it to her no longer served to satisfy. She stood up and grabbed the reins
and led the horse away. They went into a glass house framed by an archway.
Once inside a brilliant iridescent radiance dazzled the eye. A small clearing in
the radiation came into view. An object formed in the center of the vacant
clearing. It was a spinning platform and Sandra was standing on it. The vision
of his wife became the focal point of Vincent Forster's dream. He concentrated
on her and her only. She was as beautiful as ever. She was beckoning to Melanie
to come forward. He saw what she was leading her to.
Next to Sandra on the spinning platform was the contraption that Adam Kesher had
constructed for the mistress. It glowed in all its eerie glory and Sandra's left
hand, the one bearing her diamond wedding ring, rested on the wood. In a flash
Lightning was riveted into place and held steady in the leather harness, the
cock bone hard. Both women bent down to administer to Lightning's pole of fury.
They worshipped in unison the stately member. They held it up resting it in the
palms of their hands and strained their tongues out to lick it. Their eyes were
closed in a rapture of ecstasy as they enjoyed the delectable and huge morsel.
Their lips kissed the leather-like skin and soon they began to jerk it
feverishly in an effort to draw out the precum. They wanted so much to taste the
seed of Lightning's loins believing that it was to receive the horse's power.
Sandra brought order to the scene by controlling her passion and letting go of
the staff and directing Melanie to do the same. Sandra brought Melanie down into
the fur-lined pit and set her on her hands and knees. She kissed her daughter
long and lovingly on the lips and played with her massive E-cup breasts whose
nipples were swollen.
Melanie gushed with excitement from her mother's loving touch. Her body glowed
red and she was intensely fired up.
Sandra went behind her and grabbed Lightning's huge stanchion. She gave it a few
loving kisses and rubbed it on her face. Her cunt was dripping wet and her
pussylips were an awful red from the burning, irritating plea sure that pulsed
through her. She took the enormous cock and directed it into the small hole of
her daughter's young tight teenaged cunny. It was not as fiery a display as her
mother's blazing cunt, but it was hot and wet and the lips were twitching. When
she felt the hot cockhead poke at her cunt she let out a howl of delight and
looked around to see her mother.
Sandra was concentrating on directing the massive tool into her daughter's
glistening, seamy pussy. She held the front portion of the black cock in her
hand and spread her daughter's cheeks wide with the other. The massively thick
cocktip was brought to bear on the open hole and Sandra whammed the cockhead
into the small orifice. Melanie jolted in her place. Her hands gripped the bars
that lined the fur pit and pushed back. Amazingly, Sandra's mean thrust had
worked the huge cockhead into place inside the little opening. Melanie's cunt
was stretched out to a terrible proportion that must have hurt her dearly. But
she refused to let go. She held the bars with all her might as her mother
continued to force the thing up her.
It looked like the cock was bigger than Melanie herself. There was no way in
hell she could accommodate such a monster. But she refused to give up. With her
mother guiding her and egging her on she pushed back into the cock. Sandra
grabbed Melanie's curvaceous asscheeks and pushed the loins into the black pole
invading them. Melanie could not take the giant protuberance. She wanted to
escape from the insane raping of her loins. But her mother held her in place.
They had come this far and she was determined that her daughter experience her
pleasures. The giant bone-hard cock hung half out of the little cunt that it
split open to a frightful degree. It mashed the flesh as if she were made of
clay. Sandra kept pulling her into it with a lusty glint in her eyes. Her mouth
was snarling. She slapped Melanie's ass a few times to straighten her out and
calm her frantic state.
Melanie waged a losing battle. Her mother was determined to have that horse fuck
her even if it killed her. Sandra scolded her and told her to behave, that she
had something to teach her. That she had to learn this whether she liked it or
not. Her mother clamped her hands onto the bars and told them to hold them
there, and to push back with all her weight when she told her to. Sandra gabbed
Melanie's supple waist and when she pushed back Sandra tugged on the waist with
all her strength and forced the cock deeper in. Melanie cried out in
excruciating pain from the cock splitting her guts open and breaking her in two.
Her little fists pounded on the floor of the fur-lined pit and sweat ran out
from every pore on her body. She was begging for mercy. Her mother kissed her
rosy asscheeks to comfort her but it made little difference. One more wild
thrust and she would have Lightning's turgid cock fully embedded inside her
little body. She gripped her hands around the bars and her mother pulled her
back with all her strength and she heard something break inside of her. Her eyes
were bulging out of her head and her tongue hung out of her mouth and she
drooled from the tremendous pain. She was paralyzed in place from being impaled
by the rock-hard horse prick that boiled inside of her.
Every muscle on her body was straining through her red-hot fevered glowed in an
aura of fire. Blood oozed out of her broken cunt, trickled down the sides of her
meaty legs made tracks along her thighs. She was crying but her spirit was
broken. There was nothing she could do now. The worst had happened. She was
split in two. The expression on her face was one of utter amazement from the
feeling of being split in two. Her insides were a soppy mess. Her mother kept
kissing her blood stained asscheeks and licked her blood. She couldn't move an
inch. Thanks to her mother she had succeeded in engulfing every last inch of the
turgid cock. Her mother inspected the obscene spectacle of her daughter impaled
upon the horse prick and her eyes twinkled. She felt for Lightning's massive
balls and squeezed them in her pretty fingers. The horse began to tremble. She
went to Melanie's face and planted a kiss upon it and then clamped her mouth on
hers. Her tongue dug deep inside Melanie's mouth and her hands cupped and
fondled her hot tits and swollen nipples. She gave Melanie her tits to suck and
her daughter eagerly lapped on a pert nipple that Sandra held in place by
cupping a breast.
Lightning was shaking uncontrollably. The horse wanted desperately to thrust
forward but the strap held him in place. Sandra drew away her breast and spit
leaked out of Melanie's hot mouth as her tongue strained to suck it back in her
hot mouth. Sandra drew her daughter's face down and arched her back so that her
ass popped up as far as it would go. She stared directly into the sight of her
daughter's torn cunt that was ripped open by the staunch prick. She laid her
weight on her daughter's back and pulled the ass up and buried the massive tool
inside her gash. There was not a section of horse prick showing. All was
imbedded inside the body of the beautiful Melanie. Sandra forced cunt and cock
together so that Lightning could feel the girl's spasming insides on his cock.
She licked around the base of the cock that forced open the little cunt to an
unreal proportion.
Lightning was in a frightful state. He threatened to break his bonds. Sandra
came out from the pit. The home was racked with convulsions from his powerful
heat. Lightning wanted to buck his meat into the hole it lay buried in. Sandra
unfastened the hooks that bound the strap. When Lightning felt himself free
thrust forward with a wicked buck.
Melanie cried out in agony. Her mother held onto her hands so that she could not
remove them from the bars. Lightning tore her insides to ribbons. His massive
thrusts broke her in two. The horse was murdering her. Lightning shook from the
thunder of his spasm and his cock jolted from the orgasmic palpitation that
gripped it. In wild fury it rammed into little Melanie and then the contraption
busted and all Lightning's animal weight fell upon the girl. As a shower of
sperm flew out of his enormous cock, his weight crushed the body of the innocent
Melanie.<br>
Vincent Jimmy tried to shake himself awake. But the more he struggled to regain
consciousness the harder it was to awake. The dream was over but he could not
wake up. He seemed to exist between worlds and riding a razor's edge. For a
moment he felt his bones take on substance in the dream world, then the opposite
happened. He came back to the real world but it was a fantasyland. When he tried
to touch something his hand went through it. He was getting increasingly anxious
and frantic as he swayed back from one reality to the other out of sync. He was
a pendulum lost in time and space. When he popped into the real world he fought
to stay there. But he had no substance, just form. In the dream world he was
real but then there was no external substance.
A chilling thought passed through him. Suppose he were lost in this splintered
state forever. He had to regain his normalcy. He calmed himself. He felt himself
rising up like a cork bobbing out from a pool of water. He splashed to the
surface of the real world and breathed heavily a precious gulp of real air.
Nothing like that had ever happened to him before. It was a strange feeling of
being both dead and alive at the same time. He thought of Melanie and the clear
dream of her and her mother he had just experienced. It left him in a cold
sweat. He was still breathing hard from his bout in the nether world. But his
thoughts kept drifting to Melanie, and how he could save her.
If only his wife could have come to him with her problem. Even if he had turned
her down at first, perhaps he would have relented with time. He got up from the
damp chair and looked out the picture window. The sun was just about to set.
Then he saw Melanie. She was atop Lightning and the both of them were speeding
into the woods. He ran from the den and out the front door and called to her. He
thought that she must have heard him but refused to answer.
Melanie heard her father's pleas to come back. But Lightning was riding like the
wind and nothing on earth could stop her. Lightning had been very frisky all
day. It was a rare occasion when they rode at the end of the day like this. But
Melanie had the urge. She was walking along the spot where she had seen Jimmy
and Kate make out.
When she was right at the spot that they had sat and petted each other, she
suddenly thought of Lightning. She went to the stables and he was eager to see
her. As soon as the saddle was strapped on she mounted the horse and off they
went.
And he was running as fast as ever. Melanie felt free and alive and unbuttoned
her blouse and threw it away. It flew into the breeze and got lost in the
flapping branches that swayed in the cool dusk breeze.
She felt the cool air on her hot tits and instantly her pert nipples began to
rise up and get swollen. Her breath became quick, heated gasps of excitement.
Her cunt was getting wet and her crotch felt soppy. It was getting so that every
time she rode the horse she would be filled with a burning lust. When she was on
Lightning she was always conscious of her tits and cunt. Her clit was tingling.
Faster and faster they sped through the woods and Melanie bobbed up and down on
the smooth leather saddle. Her flesh quivered and her breasts jiggled like jelly
from the fast pace the horse was setting. She bent her head over the mane and
brushed her hot tits on the soft, blond mane of her beautiful steed. Lightning
whinnied and quickened his pace to a fearful gallop. Melanie's cunt twitched in
anticipation. Her juices ran out of her cunt and her crotch was very wet. She
mashed it into the bobbing saddle. She hopped up and down on the saddle and
banged her hot cunt onto the smooth leather and sighed in delight.
She was sweating from her heat and her body glowed from her inner fire and the
fading color of the red-setting sun. She watched the rim of the sun sink into
the horizon and swore that she felt the touch of the sun as it hit the earth.
She was too passionate to tell the real from the dream going on in her head. She
began to spasm. Her clit tingled and sent a wave rocketing through her burning
pussy that made her pelvis ring out. The current passed to her spine and
traveled the length of her back and then burst into her breasts. A hot glow
surrounded her tits and then the wave settled on her pert and swollen nipples
that pulsed. She pulsated in a long convulsion and she lost her senses for a
dazzling minute as her body was racked in a thrilling orgasm. Her eyes were
stuck up her head. White showed through half-closed slits and her teeth were
bared. She had not noticed that Lightning had slowed to a steady gait until a
long moment after her spasm had worn off. She was totally spent. Her body hung
atop the horse like a wet noodle. Her flesh jiggled and her bones felt like
jelly. Lightning had turned himself about as soon as the sun set. In darkness
they headed back to the Forster ranch. She rode Lightning topless back home. As
they approached she began to regain her sapped strength. Her body became
radiant. Her face was beaming and she could feel the glow emanating from it on
her cheeks. She was happy. She wasn't the least bit anxious of someone spotting
her like this atop the horse. With brazen indifference she entered the ranch and
they slowly made their way back to the stables. There was no one about. The
ranch hands had retired for the day and her father was nowhere to be seen.
Lightning did not make the usual left turn that was their custom when they came
to the picket fence. Instead he turned to the right and headed for the old tool
shed that nobody ever used any more. Melanie thought it strange for Lightning to
have suddenly lost the way and cooed softly in his ear.
She told the horse that they were heading the wrong way and to turn back. But it
stubbornly moved forward. The horse began to quicken its pace. In a flash they
were at full gallop. Melanie held on for dear life. They were heading directly
for the door of the old shed. If Lightning didn't stop right now they would
crash right into it. A moment before they reached the door Lightning raised his
forelegs and broke down the door with one mighty smash. Inside the shed he came
to a dead halt and Melanie's nose became filled with the smell of horse sweat.
Melanie was still stunned from the fearful ride. What on earth had gotten into
Lightning? This was very strange. She got off the horse and went to his face.
She looked Lightning in the eye. It was a cold hard glint. She watched Lightning
make his way to the back of the shed. There was strange object visible in the
moonlight. Lightning stood right next to it. Melanie was curious about the
thing. It had a felt covering. She felt the material in her pretty hands. She
liked rubbing her soft palms on it and dug into the folds. By fussing with it
with her hands, she moved the blanket a couple of inches and the structure
underneath came into view. It looked like it was made of wood and finely
varnished. With both hands she removed the cloth from the structure. When the
covering swept off it Lightning whinnied a high-pitched blast and he forelegs
lifted from the floor. She couldn't make head or tail out of the thing. It was a
strange-looking thing. Underneath it was a large cavity. The cavity was lined
with a soft fur. There were bars on the sides of the pit that were made of
brass. The cavity looked inviting. She slipped inside it with one motion and
felt the soft fur with her twiddling fingers. When Lightning saw her recede into
the pit, the horse jumped up on the pedestal and assumed the familiar position.
Melanie laughed at Lightning's precociousness. He wanted to join in the
exploration too, she thought. Sometimes he acted almost human. Like right now,
he appeared to be smiling at her. She smiled back at him. He was quivering in
his stance, like he was waiting for something. Melanie turned herself around to
get out of the pit.
When she turned about on her hands and knees she was met with a hoary sight that
made her blush in shame. Hanging right in front of her was Lightning's big horse
prick! It was limp but it was the hugest thing still. Her dream came back to
her. The one where she and Lightning are together on the spinning platform in
the house of glass. She always woke up at the part where she was just about to
touch his erect cock that throbbed in front of her eyes. And now here it was
right in front of her in real life. She stopped moving and stared at the obscene
tool.
She reached out a trembling hand to touch it, just once. Her fingernails grazed
the leather-like hardness. Lightning let out a low, short whinny and then was
silent. The tips of her soft fingers rubbed on the cock. She felt the cock
lurch. She watched with bulging eyes as the shaft began to stiffen and rise up a
little. She was hypnotized by the spectacle of the rising snake. Her bare
breasts got hot and her nipples swelled up. She watched the beastly thing rise
and her eyes were riveted to it. She kept her fingers on it. Then she gripped
the hardening shaft in her whole hand and felt the massive thickness of it in
her palm, stretching her grip as it continued to grow. Gently she jerked the
instrument up and down and Lightning let out another bellowing whinny. When she
heard the horse's fevered reaction to her gropings she put another hand on the
surging prick. It felt like the leather saddle that she used to ride the horse.
The skin was being pulled tauter by the second. As the staff rose in her hands,
Melanie became incensed and she jacked the pole-like cock harder.
Her cunt was burning again, this time an electric intensity that made all
underparts feel like they were glowing. She continued to jerk the massive harder
and harder and her gasps became pig-like squeals of pleasure. She let go of the
cock to unbutton her jeans. She pulled them off her in a flash then groped for
the cock. She jerked it with one hand while fingering her swollen clit. Her
sweet ass felt the folds of the fur-lined pit, the cock coming to life in her
hands. It was so hard. It didn't feel like it was made of flesh. It felt and
looked more like an ebony tusk. It rose to a massive size. Her nipples were
swollen and her cunt dripped juices from the heat that gripped her.
With both hands she jerked on the massive cock. She brought it near her face and
sniffed it. Her nostrils flared out from the earthy animal smell of the lusty
cock and she rubbed the fat tip on her pretty face. She rubbed the hot
instrument all over her cheeks and neck and then looked at the mushroom tip. She
kissed it long and lovingly and now Lightning made a low bellowing whinny that
she had never before heard. It was a hoarse low-pitched blurt, more like a moan,
and she continued to run her tongue all over the cock. It became shiny from her
spit as her flicking tongue left glistening flecks on the hard black shaft. She
hugged it close to her hot tits and rubbed the hard pole in her bosom and her
face was flushed with excitement. It was well over two feet long! She held it
away from her just so that she could inspect its massive appearance. She
remembered Jimmy's prick seemed so large when Kate was sucking it. In her mind
she compared the two: nine inches was less than a third of Lightning's
incredible length, and even though Jimmy had an extremely thick prick for a boy,
she was holding onto a firehose of passion now. And just as she had suspected
all along, Lightning was better in every way. He was faster and stronger than
Jimmy and had a bigger and better cock. A hundred of Jimmy's cocks couldn't
match this one that she held in her hot little hands and vigorously jacked.
She couldn't get enough of it. She rubbed it all over her body. She leaned back
in the fur-lined pit. She spread her legs wide and with her hand on the
throbbing cock ran it up and down her wet cuntlips. By planting her feet on the
floor and raising up her ass she could poke the mushroom tip on her hot clit.
She kept rubbing the fat cockhead along the hot nub until a writhing spasm
overtook her and she trembled. Her flesh jiggled on her bones and her tits
bobbed like mounds of melting jelly while the cock remained on her gash. Her
orgasm did not quench her thirst but left her pining for more. She went to her
knees and hugged the cock to her. She kissed it up and down the hard shaft. She
bit into it a little and felt its hardness in her mouth. She took the pole and
ran it in between her cleavage and mashed the sides of her ample tits against
it.
The more she felt it with her body, the more of it she wanted. But it was too
big for her mouth and it made her frantic. She had to have it. Someway or
somehow she was going to get the beastly thing inside her. She wondered what
horse cum looked like. Did it look anything like the batter that Jimmy had
spilled all over Kate's hand? If her mouth was too small, maybe she could get
that thing in her gash. She knew that babies came out the vagina and they had to
be as big as Lightning's cock. At least that was what she thought. She had no
idea that Lightning's ebony pole was at least as big as a newborn baby.
She turned over on her hands and knees. Her cunt was burning and her clit
palpitated from her seething lust. Her nipples were hard as a rock. They were so
hot and bloated they were beginning to hurt her from throbbing so hard. She
reached back for the sturdy member and captured it in her little paw. She rubbed
the tip on her open cuntlips. She swooned with delight when she felt the hot
head massage her steamy pussy and her eyes rolled in her head. It felt so good.
Putting the cock on her hot cunt like this filled her with delectable spasms of
delight. Her body trembled from head to toe. She took the top part of the prick
and directed the cockhead into her hole. It was impossibly big for her. It
didn't even come near entering her. She reached under with both hands and drew
it to her. Her back was arched and this raised her ass sky high. Her hole was
dripping and open and the brought the tip to bear upon it. She kept shoving
until she was out of breath but the cockhead was firmly embedded in her little
pussy. She could feel the outer lips of her cunt grip around the rim of the
massive head that filled her. Instantly she shot off on a string of orgasms that
left her breathless and panting inside the fur-lined pit. She could let go of
the cock now and used her hands to grip the bars that surrounded the furry
cavity.
The cock would not move out of place. The contraption was an excellent device
that had found the solution to every conceivable problem a woman might encounter
in the act of mating a horse. Melanie's hands gripped the bars and she pushed
back with all her weight. Her cunt was sopping wet. Another couple of bard
inches of horse prick pushed inside her young gash and she sucked in air from
the pain. She groaned in place for a long minute. Her face was red as fire and
her asscheeks were flushed a rosy color. She was dying for that cock to be
inside her. It felt like she was breaking in two and only a few inches of it lay
inside her. She waited for the pain to die down. Lightning had not moved an
inch. He was the perfect lover, just as she had dreamed. She found that as soon
as the pain died it was replaced with a seething pleasure that forced her to
push back and take in more of that cock.
She braced herself with her knees and took a good hold on the bars and thrust
backward with all her strength. She managed to gain another inch or so of the
massive snake but it quickly slid out of her because it was just too big.
Melanie became frantic. This was worse than not being able to take it in her
mouth. Her cunt was begging for more. She contented herself by moving back and
forth and having the few inches she had gained run in and out of her cunt. Soon
she succumbed to a bevy of writhing orgasms. She held Lightning's cock in place
while she rocked back and forth. As her cunt became drenched with the juices
from her spasmic vibrations of pleasure, more of the cock slid into her. She
gasped for air. It felt like she was absolutely stuffed with cock. It felt like
it went clear up to her throat. Her hands clutched the bars and she rode back
and forth on the cock building up intensity with every drive.
She felt like she could get almost half his stately cock inside herself with
some of her hearty thrusts. She kept moving back and forth and at propitious
moments when she felt she could stand it she bucked back fiercely into the
massive instrument. She let out a groan of pain and pleasure from the cock
mashing into her and setting her cunt on fire. She relaxed with the cock halfway
inside her and raised her ass up to enjoy the string of vibrations that pulsed
through her. She fingered her bloated clit that dangled from her stretched open
pussylips that spread out to accommodate the fearful pecker. She let out gasps
of orgasmic delight every few seconds. She was a geyser seething with intense
pleasure. Her juices flew out of her and painted the insides of her thighs. The
horse prick glistened from her secretions.
Suddenly Lightning began to move into her. His first thrust nearly made her pass
out from the pain. Lightning had been perfectly still up until this point. Now
he had totally lost control and fucked the girl at will. Without the leather
bond to hold him in place he was free to pulverize the girl with all his weight.
Half his immense cock was already buried inside her - 15 inches! She was impaled
on his dick and powerless to move. He went wild on her. Melanie screamed in pain
and terror. Lightning was killing her. Oh God, save her please, he was tearing
her in two. She felt something crack inside her. His tool was burying itself way
inside her. She knew her body could not take it. She was sorry she had ever
gotten herself into this. She was sure she was going to die. It hurt like hell.
She could feel all his weight being laced into her by way of his plunging prick
that sought relief by pummeling her. She cried out into the moonlit night. She
screamed for Lightning to be merciful, he was killing her. The horse plunged
into the hole that captured his dick with frightening fury. The balls tightened
and the shaft stiffened as Lightning got ready to cum. He planted his feet
firmly on the pedestal. He had only given the girl a taste of his powerful
strength. Now he intended to fuck her with everything he had. Her screams
bounced of the walls of the old tool shed. Lightning tore into the young girl,
splitting her cervix amidst blood-curdling screams, fucking her with a violence
matched only when he fucked her mother to death.
But Melanie was determined to survive his violent and deadly sexual assault. She
alternately relaxed and flexed her hips, seeking to avoid the worst of his
painfully deep thrusts. It was to no avail. The sex-crazed horse was drunk with
lust for the teen's horribly stretched pussy, tearing into her and shoving his
massive prick into to deep that he had opened her cervix to the size of a woman
in labor, ready to birth a child.
Melanie managed to survive the brutal rape for almost an hour, wondering if she
would live through it, or if she did, would she ever be able to walk. When
Lightning paused his strokes and allowed her to accommodate his prick's gigantic
thickness, it was perhaps the most perverted, painful pleasure she could
imagine. But when he resumed, her tortured pussy was wracked again in severe
pain from being so stretched. The horse was in heaven, but the young teenaged
girl was in a sexual hell, screaming breathlessly under the violent onslaught of
his rape. Within the next milisecond, Lightning froze and began emptying the
contents of his giant balls into the girl's womb, distending her belly with its
volume, and if he were a man, she would most certainly be impregated as a result
of so much seed being planted inside her.
Lightning pushed the girl back and forth like a rag doll as she cried and
punched his haunches to get him off of her. Her thighs ached from being
stretched so far apart for so long.
A blast of thunder pulsed through the night and Lightning's bucking motions came
to a full halt. The horse wanted to move but it couldn't. All the drive was
gone. The horse stood in place and then slowly fell off the pedestal. The
swollen cock fell out of the ravaged hole that it had just been feverishly
fucking. Lightning lay dead on the floor, felled by a well-aimed bullet from
Adam Kesher's rifle that still smoked from the blast of the fatal bullet.<br>
"Don't you just love this outfit, Daddy."
"It's perfectly darling."
Vincent Forster watched his daughter as she modeled her new dress in front of
him in the living room. It was hard to believe that she was the same introverted
girl she had been just a few months before. After Lightning's death she had
totally changed. He had expected her to be terribly grief stricken about the
horse. She had begun to take a healthy interest in the way she dressed and her
manner was much more polite. She embraced you with her smile. She had hardly
ever smiled after her mother's death three years ago.
"What time is Jimmy calling on you?"
"What time is it now?"
She was checking herself in the hall mirror, making sure that everything was
just right for when her boyfriend called upon her.
"A few minutes to eight."
"He should be here any minute."
She was a ravishing spectacle. Forster loved when she wore her hair up on her
head like it that. She looked so much like Sandra when she arranged her hair on
top of her head like that. It brought out her classic beauty. Her high
cheekbones were clearly visible and their effect was not destroyed by long hair
framing her face. Her beautiful features were given full play to shine off her
face. And tonight she was radiant. Her eyes twinkled. She and Jimmy had been
dating a lot lately. Vincent was glad to see her finally enjoying herself after
the years of mourning for her mother. Her odd fascination with her beautiful
steed was over, thank God. She hadn't been on a horse since Lightning's death.
Kesher had explained to him what had happened on that fateful night when he had
to shoot the steed from mauling Melanie. How she had ever found the strange
contraption he did not know. But she had and luckily Kesher had heard her
frantic screams. But the spirit that had doomed her mother to an awful fate and
threatened to consume Melanie had died with the handsome steed. Adam told him
that the instant the shot was fired and the horse fell dead off the pedestal,
the smell of horse sweat faded away.
For the first time in years there was no odor of the beast permeating the musty,
ramshackle old shed. With the death of the horse had come a new Melanie. A
Melanie that should have always been like the way she was now.
She sat patiently on the couch next to Forster waiting with bated breath for the
doorbell to ring. When it did she would joyfully hop to her feet brimming with
the knowledge that Jimmy was just outside her door.
Forster had not pressed her about the incident. As long as she didn't bring it
up he never broached the subject. He could imagine what she must have gone
through when the horse thrust into her with all its weight atop the contraption.
Somehow the event had brought her to her senses. It had knocked her out of her
dream world and brought her back down to earth.
The doorbell rang and the music of the chimes bounced off the high ceilings and
reverberated around the room. Melanie was grinning from ear to ear. Her dress
ruffled as she walked with graceful anticipation across the room.
"Melanie, you're beautiful."
"Thank you, Jimmy, you're so kind."
"I brought you a corsage."
"Why, it's gorgeous."
She took it out of the box, her fingers shaking with excitement, and removed the
corsage from the cardboard box. She held it to her heart and modeled it for her
father and her boyfriend and then pinned it in place.
"What time is the dance," asked the smiling Vincent Forster.
"We'd better hurry or we'll be late, Melanie. In fact we're late
already."
"All right, there's no need to rush," said Forster, "take your
time and enjoy yourselves."
He watched them leave the house and walk on to the porch. Just as they were
about to step down Melanie turned to her father.
She was smiling from ear to ear and said: "Don't worry, we won't be late.
And if anything happens we'll call."
"Fine, honey, now have a good time." Jimmy held her arm and helped her
down the steps of the porch and ushered her into the car that was waiting for
them.
Jimmy's parents were well-to-do. Like Forster they owned one of the richest
spreads in the county. It was just like Katz to send his son out on a date with
a chauffeured limousine, just to impress the girl. Well, why the hell not. After
what Melanie had been through she deserved nothing but the best. A girl
shouldn't have to go through such pain. He watched the chauffeur close the door
and then hop into the front seat. The car started up and then made its way out
of the ranch. Forster kept his loving eyes upon it until it faded from view.
"We're not really late, are we, Jimmy?"
"No, we should make it on time. But in any event, drive faster
please."
Jimmy was always so considerate. He was the perfect gentleman at all times. And
he wore beautiful clothes. Most of the boys couldn't afford to dress like Jimmy.
His family was rich like hers. They made the perfect couple. They arrived at the
dance that was being held at the town hall. The place was mobbed with teenagers.
They danced every dance together. Even when Kate McArdle tried to horn in on
them Jimmy told her to bug off. That made Melanie very happy. She was glad that
Jimmy wanted nothing to do with her. Kate was so mad.
When Melanie asked him how he felt about her right before they started dating he
said that she was a cheap tramp. Melanie knew that Jimmy did not think of her
like that. He told her that she had a lot of class. He said that few girls were
worthy of his station besides her. She had the kind of background that he
admired.
Kate was just a cheap floozy who tried to buy men's hearts with her body. She
had no class at all.
Melanie loved when Jimmy talked like that. It made her feel important and
special in his eyes. She told him that she was very sorry about the way she had
acted towards him at her party. She had been feeling very depressed and was not
herself. She found the gift he had brought her and thought it was wonderful.
It was a gold locket, which opened up and inside it was a diamond. On the back
it said, "All my love, Jimmy."
He said to her that he was sorry about what happened to her horse, the one that
he knew she loved so much. He had heard that it went crazy and had to be shot.
She blushed when he talked about it and told him to forget it, the horse didn't
mean that much to her. He was surprised when he heard that. Everyone knew how
much she really loved that horse of hers. But he sensed her discomfort when he
talked about Lightning and in deference to her feelings never brought it up
again. After having a wonderful time at the dance, it was time to go and Jimmy
ushered her into the limousine. He told the driver to just keep going. They
wanted to take a ride along the river and watch the summer moon. The driver
stopped the car near an elevated embankment where they could see the moon and
watch the beams sparkle off the running water. It was a terribly romantic sight
and Melanie sank into his arms like putty. Their lips met and they kissed. He
held her in his strong arms and she was a little crushed from his hearty embrace
but enjoyed the feeling. He smelled wonderful as well as being the most handsome
boy she had ever seen and she let his tongue probe into her mouth. She met his
tongue with her own. She kissed him back as hard as she could and she felt her
nipples rise inside her bra. She controlled her passion because she remembered
what Jimmy had said about Kate being a tramp. He didn't like girls who used
their bodies to get what they wanted. It was cheap and bored him. He let her rub
her soft palms on his face. He was getting a little sweaty from their sweet
embrace.
He felt his cock start to lurch inside his pants. Melanie's soft touch was
making his fire come to the fore. He pushed her away from him before he lost
control of the situation and they both did something they might regret. Melanie
was content just to rest her head on his shoulder and watch the moon as the
clouds passed by it. Jimmy nibbled at her ear. Her body pulsed with delightful
thrills from his sentimental gesture. She raised her head up and Jimmy gave her
a long and loving kiss and probed his tongue deep in her mouth. When they broke
the embrace they were both breathless. Their young faces were red and their eyes
glazed.
Jimmy said it was time for the both of them to go home because it was getting
late and her father would be worried. The driver sped off into the night and
they rode the rest of the way back to her house holding hands. When they arrived
at the house, Jimmy got out and opened the door for her and instructed the
driver to wait.
They walked the few steps to the door and they looked each other in the eyes and
hugged one another close. Then their eyes closed and their lips touched and
their bodies met in a loving and fiery embrace. Her body pressed close against
his and their tongues intertwined in their mouths and they kissed lovingly. She
felt Jimmy's hand brush against her bust and then he grabbed her massive breast
and ran his palm over it. Melanie was breathing heavy and her face was flushed.
As her pelvis pressed against his crotch she could feel his big cock surging up.
"Goodnight, Melanie. I had a perfectly wonderful time."
"Oh, Jimmy, won't you come in for a minute."
"It's getting late. Your father might mind."
"No, he won't."
"Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't lie about a thing like that."
She smiled into his beaming face. They both knew that they could trust one
another implicitly.
"Okay, then, just for a minute."
Jimmy told the driver that he would be out presently and then he would take him
home and his duties would be over for the night.
Melanie opened the door with her key and switched on the light. Jimmy shut the
door and she led him into the living room.
"Would you like a soda or something. Or perhaps a glass of milk?"
"No, I'm fine, thank you."
"Why don't you have a seat."
Jimmy sat down on the couch and put his hands on his lap. Melanie sat down next
to him clasping her hands together. They sat there motionless staring off into
space and deciding on what to do next. Neither one wanted to make the first
move. Slowly, Jimmy drew his arm up and put it on the back of the couch. As if
on cue, Melanie inched closer to him. A strand of hair fell from the bun atop
her head. He twiddled it between two fingers while his hand massaged the back of
her shapely neck. Unnoticeable to the naked eye, Melanie moved herself closer to
him. Each second brought her that much nearer until a minute had passed and her
shoulder was nuzzled under his arm. Jimmy put his hand on her arm and palmed the
massive skin. Melanie closed her eyes and sighed softly, overcome by the
tenderness of the moment. He lifted his head off hers and saw that her eyes were
closed. He drew his other arm around her front and hugged her tight. Their warm
bodies formed together as one. She opened her eyes and looked long and lovingly
into his.
Her blue gems twinkled in anxious delight. She rested her head on his shoulder
and parted her lips just a fraction. She squirmed in her seat when Jimmy brought
his lips to hers and kissed her full on the mouth, their tongues touching. She
melted into his embrace. She accepted all of his tongue as it filled her mouth
and then kissed him back.
Their kiss held them together in a long embrace until Melanie lost her breath.
She took deep gasps of air that made her breasts rise and fall. She nuzzled her
face into his neck and sniffed his manly odor to capture his heavenly scent in
her soul. She was content and happier than at any other time in her life as she
rested her head on his chest and reached her arm around his supple waist. Her
mind was ablaze with sweet thoughts. She imagined herself walking down a wedding
aisle with Jimmy on her arm. He lowered his head and planted sweet and gentle
kisses on the lovely nape of her neck that made her gush with excitement. The
feel of his soft lips on her tender flesh stirred up her passion. Her toes
twiddled inside her shoes. As they continued necking she placed her hand inside
his jacket and felt his hard chest underneath his white silk shirt. She undid a
button and slipped her hand inside and felt the muscles of his young but manly
breast. His feverish kisses were making her crazy. Her face was flushed and her
body was aglow from the sweet caress of his tender necking. Then he stopped
making love to her neck and drew her mouth close to his and kissed her long and
hard on the lips. Their tongues met and swished together inside each other's
mouths and their panting became heavier with each passing second. She felt
Jimmy's hand brush gently against her bosom. His merest touch was enough to
cause her nipple to rise up inside her bra.
His hand ran along the form of both breasts. Then he squeezed them gently
through her dress and both nipples rose to attention. As he petted her into a
state of tender passion, Melanie kissed him hard and forced her tongue into his
mouth. Her hand was still inside his shirt and she mimicked his gropings by
cupping his breast and tweaking the nipples. Jimmy sucked on her tongue that
probed deep into his mouth. The tip of it swished around his teeth and then
darted to the back of his throat. He gripped her breasts slightly harder. He
cupped and palmed her tender globes and felt the hot, hard nipples inside her
bra.
Melanie's hand fell to his lap and moved along the crotch of his pants. She
squeezed the bulge that was rising up. The both of them were breathing heavy.
His cock seemed to jump to attention when she touched him there. Jimmy began to
unbutton the front of her dress. Without a whimper she succumbed to his groping,
trusting him implicitly. He flapped open her dress front and massaged her
heaving breast through the heavy fabric of her bra. Her little hand still had
hold of his rising cock. It was getting hard just from her touch and it felt hot
even though it was still inside his pants. She found the zipper and pulled it
down. She groped inside his pants for his erect member. Touching it thrilled her
loins. Her hand wrapped halfway around his extremely thick cock and pulled it
free from his pants. Her cool hand gently jerked up and down.
Jimmy inched his hand inside the bra and cupped one huge breast. His fondling
sent thrills of delight pulsing through her. He reached a hand to her back and
unclasped the latch of her bra. Her huge E-cup tits spilled out into his hands.
He felt the big nipples with his tweaking fingers and then palmed her meaty tits
while they tongue-kissed. Jimmy's tender gropings caused Melanie to breathe
heavily and grip his cock real tight in her little hand.
It was hot and hard and she reveled in the mere touch of it. She kept jerking it
gently and ran her thumb along and inside the long foreskin, which was dripping
with his precum.
Jimmy bowed his head to her tits and took each nipple into his mouth one at a
time. He flicked his tongue all over the hard nubs. Melanie was incensed and
pulled on his cock, stretching his foreskin even farther over his cockhead. She
could feel the blood surge inside it as his cock rose to full erection.
As Jimmy made love to her flaming tits her clit began to tingle. Even her cunt
was wet from his wonderful mouthing. He reached a hand under her dress and felt
for her vee beneath the folds. Her panties were already wet from her flowing
juices. He moved his hand over the tender area of her crotch and felt her cunt
lips with his fingers through the soft fabric. He pulled her panties to the side
and his fingers probed the folds of her juicy cuntlips that twitched with
excitement. When he found her dripping hole he poked his finger inside. Melanie
gasped as he wiggled it from side to side. His finger kept plunging upwards in
her dripping slit as his mouth still worked with feverish intensity on the pert
nipples.
Melanie took a good hold on his big cock and jacked it in rhythm to the finger
that rode in and out of her flaming pussy. Her gasps changed to high-pitched
squeals of pleasure and Jimmy took his mouth from her tits and kissed her to
hush her up. He forced his tongue deep into her mouth. With his mouth clamped on
hers and his fingers running in and out of her Melanie was breathless. As he
brought her to a fever pitch she concentrated on her own mounting pleasure and
even stopped jerking his cock. He broke their kiss and returned to her breasts
to mouth them lovingly. He pushed them together and sucked both nipples. Once
more his hand dropped to her gash and instead of inserting a finger he jacked
the area of her swollen clit. He tweaked it between two fingers. Melanie's
breath caught in her throat and the expression froze on her face. Her eyes
rolled inside her head. She bared her teeth. Then she moaned delightfully when
he plunged his finger back inside her. He felt the walls of her cunt form around
his probing finger. Her spasm made her vibrate in Jimmy's loving hands.
The way she vibrated was a wonder to behold. Jimmy had never seen her look more
beautiful then at this moment. Her face was radiant and her cheeks pulsed with
fiery intensity. Her whole head was surrounded in a rosy aura. When she passed
through the wave of orgasm and regained her senses, she smiled and her
expression was one of sweet satisfaction. She still held Jimmy's huge nine-inch
cock firmly in her grasp. Now that he had satisfied her she was going to do her
best to give him the same kind of thrill she had just experienced. He moved back
on the couch as Melanie smiled and held his cock and then bent her head down
onto his lap.
She held his cock straight and kissed the purplish tip that throbbed and pulsed
from the blood surging within him. She put the fat cockhead in between her
succulent lips. Slowly she drew the entire length of his staff into her mouth.
She was totally enraptured by the sweet taste of his meat. It was a fine taste
inviting her to gobble down more of it. She felt the cock lurch inside her warm
and tender trap. She lifted off it when that happened fearing that she had
accidentally hurt him.
"Oh god yes... please... don't stop, Melanie," Jimmy moaned.
"Are you sure you're all right? I thought I hurt you."
"No, it was wonderful. Keep sucking, won't you?"
"Of course, Jimmy. Anything you want. Just ask."
He held her face in his hands and lowered her head back down on his cock. Never
in his life had his cock been so hard. She ran her tongue all along the hard
staff. She licked it up and down as if it were lollipop that happened to be made
of flesh and blood. She stretched out her tongue and gently flicked it on the
rounded cockhead. Her hands played with his balls. Then, without warning, she
swallowed the entire nine-inch prick into her mouth and sucked on it very hard,
the tip banging against the back of her throat. She lifted her head and took her
mouth completely off it. She kissed his throbbing cock from tip to stem.
Jimmy thought that his cock would burst at the seams. Never in his life had it
been so bloated as this. It pulsed in rhythm to his fast-beating heart. Melanie
nibbled on the sides and then mouthed his sac of balls. Jimmy sucked in air when
he felt her warm mouth encircle his swollen balls and her tongue brusquely play
with them.
"Easy, Melanie. Go slow. They're sensitive."
"Oh, I'm sorry Jimmy. Please forgive me."
In order to talk to him she stopped mouthing his cock. But she smiled at him
while rubbing his tool along her face. She was driving him crazy with her slow
cock sucking. He didn't know whether he wanted to blow his load or continue
enjoying her crazy mouthing. She kissed every inch of his big prick and then
once more drew the long foreskin between her lips and sucked his precum
greedily. Inch by inch she took it into her mouth until the whole shaft was
firmly lodged inside and the tip banged into her throat. He thought that this
time he would cum for sure. His balls tightened and the shaft stiffened but then
once again Melanie removed her mouth.
"God, Melanie. What are you doing? You're driving me crazy."
"What's the matter - don't you like it?"
"No. I mean, God, yes. But my blood is boiling. I can't take any
more."
He looked down at his immense prick. Veins were popping out of it that he had
never seen before.
"Melanie, you better get me to cum before I break something."
She opened her mouth wide. Without his cock touching inside her mouth, she
flicked her tongue up and down the shaft. Her insane mouthing was making him
frantic. With her cheeks puffed out she swallowed down his cock and ran her lips
up and down it. Just as her lips were about to brush on the hard rim of his
cockhead, she opened her mouth wide and lapped the tender underbelly with her
tongue. Then her mouth dived back onto his cock and gulped it down. Her cheeks
remained puffed out and nothing touched his dick but her lapping tongue. All she
had to do was suck in her cheeks and close her whole mouth on it and he would
blow his load down her throat. Melanie did just that. As if she had just read
his mind she clamped her mouth on his hot cock and bobbed her head up and down.
She sucked his cock with long strokes of her lapping mouth. Every inch of his
hot tool was engulfed in her succulent embrace. Then she swallowed it down to
the base. Her lips kissed his balls as her tongue licked his hot and throbbing
staff.
His cock exploded into her mouth and giant ropes of cum burned on her tongue.
His cock lurched but she held onto it firmly. Thick ropes of sperm pumped out of
his dick and drenched her mouth. She couldn't swallow his load fast enough and
cum dripped out from the corners of her lips. She tasted nearly every drop of
his hot load until her mouth was so filled with it with it she almost choked.
She lifted her face off his palpitating prick and jerked the staff with both
hands. She watched the frothy spray fly into the air. Ropes of sperm shot forth
as his cock kept pumping to relieve its heavy charge. Melanie kept lapping it up
but could not lap fast enough.
Her hands were drenched with sperm. She licked her fingers clean when his cock
finally stopped pumping. She took the cock back into her mouth and licked off
every drop of sperm that had missed the confines of her eager mouth. She left
his cock clean as a whistle, then looked up at him smiling as she waved his
softening cock in front of her face. She was glad to have been the cause of his
pleasure. She had repaid him in full for the raptures she had experienced. She
wiped his cock dry with tissues she drew from a box on the nearby coffee table
and then put his cock back in his pants. She raised herself up and fixed her
clothes back in place. When she was finished she looked at him with that
dignified air that always made him marvel. She had a Queen's grace. Everything
she did, even while she sucked his cock, bespoke of a regal quality. She floated
across the room as she went to the hall mirror to check her makeup. Jimmy was
too spent to do anything but just watch her.
"It's been a lovely evening, Jimmy, but I think you should go now."
"Oh, of course. I was just a little drained, that's all."
"You can call on me tomorrow if you'd like."
"I'd like that ever so much."
He wanted to raise up onto his feet but as yet he was still too weak. She helped
him up and led him to the door.
"What time should I call for you."
"The same time as tonight."
"Perhaps we'll see a movie."
"Why, that would be perfectly delightful."
She opened the door and led him onto the porch. The driver started up the car
and then got out to open the door. They kissed one final time before parting.
This time, when their tongues met, Jimmy could taste the residue from his mighty
charge. He left her standing on the porch bathed in rays of the purple moonlight
and blew her one final kiss. She made believe she was catching it and then
clutched it to her heart. She felt for the locket he had given her that hung
from her neck.
The driver closed the door and then took his position behind the wheel and
gunned the engine twice before pulling out.
She saw the dust fly up from the spinning wheels as the limousine pulled away
from the porch. Jimmy turned to her and from out the back window waved goodbye
to her one final time. Her eyes followed the speeding car until it faded into
the night and she strained her eyes until they burned from the effort and began
to tear. She held Jimmy's locket up to the moonlight and read aloud the
inscription engraved on the back. It read: "With All My Love, Jimmy."
She sat down on her porch and the dust from Jimmy's limousine swirled around her
while she gazed up at the full moon.
Everything had gone so well, far better than she ever expected. Gone were the
memories of a few months before. Not one sordid dream haunted her in her sleep
since that maddening event. She raised up her dress so as to feel the cool
breeze on her sweaty inner thighs. She smiled to herself and thought of Jimmy.
She didn't want to say it but it was true. He was a good boy, and she knew it.
But her mind couldn't help but want for something larger in life, and certainly
something larger than even Jimmy's nine-inches.
Lightning. What a ma..., er, horse. If only they built men to be as hung as
Lightning. Her long pussylips flared and became wet with the heady thought of
having another horse's prick spreading her cuntlips, stretching her, even
hurting her. What a wonderful way to die. She realized that Mom was okay, and
that there were worse ways of dying than in the throes of passion.
She stood up to go back in the house. A dull sound pierced through the night.
She pricked her ears and listened harder. It was the sound of a high-pitched
whinny.
Melanie turned toward the barn, having already forgotten Jimmy.
