Stud horse

CHAPTER THREE

Mullady Mistler 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.

Mullady Mistler recalled that thawing spring day when his mistress approached him and revealed to him her startling secret.

"Mullady, 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, Mullady, 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. Barker 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 Mullady. 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."

Mullady Mistler 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 Nora Barker 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.

Nora Barker 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 Mullady Mistler had put into it.

Nora 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, Mullady, 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. Mullady 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.

Mullady 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 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. Mullady. 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, Mullady, 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, Mullady. I will not take it back under any circumstances."

"What else do you want me to do."

"Mr. Barker 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 Mullady Mistler 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 Nora tapped on the door and Mullady 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 Mullady 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 creamy skin and her body glowed in passionate heat from the decadent act of love.

Mullady Mistler 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, bulbous 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 cock.

She turned her face and sex-drugged eyes gleamed out from her fevered face.

"Mullady, it is time."

Without saying a word Mullady led the horse over to the felt-covered monument. Then he whipped off the cloth.

He heard Nora 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.

Mullady 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 Mullady 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. Mullady 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 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 Mullady Mistler. 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 Mullady Mistler never could, that it had made love to Nora Barker.

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 Mullady had ever seen.

Mullady 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 Nora Barker meant when she insisted to him that to make love to Lightning was an uncontrollable urge.

The horse's long 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.

Mullady 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 Nora and the horse, but Nora and he. Mullady 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 snatch.

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 Mullady 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 beet-red and her gasping moans told Mullady that the mere touch of the staunch cock on her cunt lips 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 horsecock 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 creamy 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 horsecock 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 beet-red 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 snatch.

From Mullady'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 two-foot-long cock bone-hard with its monstrous tip embedded inside Nora's hot gash.

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 Mullady had engineered was perfect in its strength and design. The horse remained in position.

But its frantic bucking had Nora Barker 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 horsecock went inside her.

The 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 coming. With huge gobs of fierce intensity, the horse released its copious load and drenched its mistress.

The creamy elixir on her hot gash brought another thrilling orgasm to the lusty body of the decadent Nora Barker. A bevy of horse come drenched her open cunt and loins. It painted her flanks with it steamy 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 come spilled out of the corners of her mouth. Her eyes rolled in her head from the decadent act of eating it.

More of the steamy goo shot into her willing mouth and she jerked the ebony member as it emptied into her kiss.

It was a vile tasting extract but Nora 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 Nora lovingly lapped up the remaining drops.

As Lightning's cock began to become limp, it gleamed from the residue of come and the spit of the lapping woman.

She cleaned the ebony tool free of scum. Then she rubbed the softening member along her beet-red 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 come that had splashed onto her cheeks.

For the time being the minor penetration of the massive horsecock 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 Mullady.

"Mullady, 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, Mullady. You have been the perfect assistant up till now. In a few days the exercise will be repeated."

"Your wish is my command."