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.