Stud horse

CHAPTER FOUR

"Mullady, where's Melanie, have you seen her?"

It was Melanie's sweet-sixteen 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.

Carter Marington, a young suitor of Melanie's, had been asking Franklin if he knew where Melanie was.

"I'll find her, sir I think I know where she might be."

Mullady 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.

Franklin Barker 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 shebang. The sweet-sixteen party was a ritual in these parts.

Especially if you were someone as renowned as Franklin Barker. It was your duty to impress with nothing but the best.

And Franklin Barker 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. Carter Marington had brought Melanie a corsage, which she brazenly threw to the floor. It was a strange happening because Franklin was sure that deep down Melanie was impressed with the gift.

But something inside her made her refuse it. Carter 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, Franklin Barker 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.

Mullady 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."

"Mullady, I can't be bothered."

"You must, all the guests are asking for you. Especially Carter."

"Oh, the hell with Carter, 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 Mullady'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 Franklin Barker had strove for in his life.

But she was so introverted and prone to bouts of terrible depression. He was glad that Mullady 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.

Franklin 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 Carter Marington.

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 Flossy McArdle who flashed her eyes lovingly at him.

Melanie was now very sorry that she had dismissed Carter'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 Carter 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 Flossy 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 Carter 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 Flossy intently.

When she first saw them engage in pleasant chatter, Carter was visibly nervous and made an excuse to go.

But then Flossy 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.

Carter 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 Carter. Now that another person was aptly paying him attention, the truth she had hidden from herself came home…

She realized now that she liked Carter immensely. She wished that he would stop talking to Flossy 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 Carter and Flossy 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 Carter. 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 Flossy.

She was handed the knife to cut the cake. It was a fabulous three-decked affair with sixteen candles burning atop it.

Everyone was smiling and egging her on to do the honors. She grinned falsely for she yearned for Carter to come back to her.

Franklin Barker 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 Carter.

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 Carter 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 Carter. 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 Carter and Flossy 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 Carter and Flossy. Melanie's face flushed in anger. She had to stop herself from bolting into the scene.

She wanted to pull Flossy's hair from her head, and scratch her eyes out too. Then she wanted to tell Carter off.

Secretly she wished that it was her making out with Carter and not Flossy. 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.

Carter was being very gentle. But Flossy was visibly aroused and she ran her hands inside his shirt.

Carter just wanted to kiss lip to lip. But Flossy was shoving her tongue in his mouth and forcing herself on him.

She played with the little hairs on his chest. Soon Carter could no longer resist her and began to tongue back.

She could see Flossy sucking on Carter's tongue as he forced it into her mouth and she lovingly accepted it.

Then Flossy did something that made Melanie blush. She started to move her hand down to Carter's crotch.

What a brazen tramp, she thought. How dare she seduce my man. Carter'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 Flossy harder.

Flossy let him do whatever he wanted to her. She was determined to win Carter over now that Melanie had rejected him.

She clutched his bulging crotch harder. Carter moaned and then one of his hands felt for her breast.

Flossy began to pant. Her face was beet-red. Carter 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 Flossy was throwing caution to the wind. She had come this far in robbing Carter's affection from Melanie and she wasn't about to stop now.

Her hand stopped clutching Carter'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 Carter's prick.

When she took it out, all three of them gasped in acknowledgment of the brazen deed. Melanie was very hurt.

Carter 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 Flossy.

She held his fine cock out of his pants. It began to harden in her loving grip and become fully erect.

They kept their mouths glued together and Flossy strummed 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 Carter's affection forever. How could she compete with Flossy's antics, she thought.

She jerked that cock until it was hard as a rock and Carter let out a muffled moan from his mouth stuffed with her tongue.

Then Flossy broke their kiss and bent her head to Carter's cock and kissed the bulbous tip that rose up.

Carter closed his eyes and his expression was radiant from his obvious enjoyment. Flossy kissed every part of his prick.

Then she did something that amazed both Carter 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 Carter.

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.

Flossy looked lovingly at Carter while strumming 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 cockhead while her hand jerked the hard, hot and bloated staff.

Carter 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. Flossy was loving his prick. Melanie wished that it was she.

She felt sorry for herself. If only she realized how she had felt about Carter before she had spurned his gifts.

She was angry at Flossy for stealing Carter. 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 Flossy was doing.

And Carter 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. Carter and Flossy were being perfectly natural in expressing their young urges.

Melanie watched as Flossy quickly lifted her mouth completely off the cock and a creamy white stream fell out of her mouth.

Flossy continued to jerk the hard staff and the white juice kept pumping out of it and flying all around.

Most of it fell on Carter's nice pants and stained them. The rest of it drenched his prick and Flossy's hand.

She saw Flossy gush with excitement as she reveled in the fruits of her labors. Her eyes were bulging out.

Carter'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 Flossy at that moment. If only she were the one to give him that moment.

The white goo seemed to be everywhere. Even when Melanie looked away from it she thought she saw it frothing up in the bubbling stream. Flossy played with the goo that drenched her hand and Carter's softening tool, as it became limp.

And how Melanie wished that she could change places with Flossy at that moment. She realized now, as she watched Carter's eyes lovingly search Flossy's, that it should be her there instead of Flossy.

Carter handed her his handkerchief and she wiped the come 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. Carter would always remember Flossy 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 sixteenth 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 Carter, who needed him. He had hurt her dearly and she would never forget it as long as she lived.

If he wanted Flossy 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.