Выбрать главу

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."

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.