Stud horse

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Mistler, 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."

Barker led the way. He knew where the old shed was, of course, but he wanted Mistler to show him the workings of the contraption.

How could Nora 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 Nora was not the kind of woman who refused to face herself.

Franklin had been the object of her lust for twenty years. He dearly loved and cherished all their passionate moments. Nora 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.

Mistler opened the door to the shed and Barker 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, Mullady?"

"You're speaking of the smell. No, sir, we do not, but that smell has been in here since the days of Nora's decadence."

"You wouldn't be pulling my leg, Mistler."

"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, Mullady."

He went to the monument and very slowly lifted off the felt covering that clothed the depraved contraption.

Barker'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 Nora.

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.

Franklin Barker 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, Nora 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 Nora 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.

"Mullady, 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. Barker's performance?"

"No, I kept a strict watch at all times. No one witnessed anything but I."

If Mistler could be believed, then what Dr. Dedalus 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. Nora'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 Franklin 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 Nora 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 Barker what had killed her mother.

"I've seen enough, Mullady. Put the covering back on." The felt covering blanketed the contraption. It no longer radiated its aura but a gentle hum pervaded Barker'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 Mistler 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. Mullady 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 asshole. 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.

The lips 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 cunt lips were dripping with her dew.

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 strummed 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 bulbous 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 horsecock 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 cunt lips.

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 Nora was standing on it.

The vision of his wife became the focal point of Franklin Barker'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 Nora on the spinning platform was the contraption that Mullady Mistler had constructed for the mistress.

It glowed in all its eerie glory and Nora'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 come.

They wanted so much to taste the elixir of Lightning's loins believing that it was to receive the horse's power.

Nora brought order to the scene by controlling her passion and letting go of the staff and directing Melanie to do the same.

Nora 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 ample 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.

Nora 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 pussy lips 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 sweet young 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.

Nora was concentrating on directing the massive tool into her daughter's glistening, seamy snatch.

She held the front portion of the black cock in her hand and spread her daughter's cheeks wide with the other.

The massive bulbous tip was brought to bear on the open hole and Nora 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, Nora'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.

Nora grabbed Melanie's curvaceous ass cheeks 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. Nora 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.

Nora 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.

Nora gabbed Melanie's supple waist and when she pushed back Nora 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 ass cheeks 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 horsecock 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 ass cheeks 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 horsecock 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 Nora 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.

Nora 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.

Nora 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 horsecock showing. All was imbedded inside the body of the beautiful Melanie.

Nora 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. Nora 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.

Nora 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.