Stud horse

CHAPTER EIGHT

Franklin Carter 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 Carter and Flossy 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 snatch 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 Barker 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 horsecock! 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.

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 strummed 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 seamy smell of the lusty cock and she rubbed the bulbous 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 at least two feet long. She held it away from her just so that she could inspect its massive appearance.

She remembered Carter's little stiff prick when Flossy was sucking it. In her mind she compared the two.

Just as she had suspected all along, Lightning was better in every way. He was faster and stronger than Carter and had a bigger and better cock.

A hundred of Carter's cocks couldn't match this one that she held in her hot little hands and vigorously strummed.

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 cunt lips.

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 bulbous 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 come looked like. Did it look anything like the batter that Carter had spilled all over Flossy'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 cunt lips.

She swooned with delight when she felt the hot head massage her steamy snatch 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 much too big. 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 snatch.

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 horsecock 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 ass cheeks 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 pussy lips 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 horsecock 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 cock was already buried inside her. 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 come.

He planted his feet firmly on the pedestal. He had only given the girl a taste of his powerful strength.

Now he intended to pulverize her with everything he had. Her screams bounced of the walls of the old tool shed.

A crack 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 turgid 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 Mullady Mistler's rifle that still smoked from the blast of the fatal bullet.