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Love And Horses
by Your Ghost (address withheld)

***

Athena is tired of being nick's "private girl" she just 
wants Melanie to love her. (MFF, bi, oral, anal, prost, 
beast)

***

I sat in the back of the long black limousine, quietly 
looking out the window and thinking. The car was moving 
along a single lane road in an extremely rural area of 
Apple Valley. The late afternoon sun shined on the 
trees and farms, cows and sheep and barns; the last 
place anyone would expect to see a limo. The irony 
wasn't lost on me, especially when I considered what 
the locals would think if they knew anything about me, 
or the woman I was traveling with.

Her name was Melanie Bluefield. She sat at the other 
end of the limo's rearmost seat, chewing gum and 
occasionally blowing a bubble as she scanned a People 
magazine and ignored the world around her. I looked her 
over, not for the first time, and wondered, also not 
for the first time, how a woman so different from me 
could become such a close friend.

Melanie was all of eighteen years old ("Eighteen and 
three quarters," she would insist), brown-haired, baby-
faced, with the thin delicate body of a fourteen year 
old girl, and most of the time acting like one. I, on 
the other hand, was twenty-three and already felt old, 
blonde, more developed in my body type, and buff from 
my daily workouts. 

My facial features were more angular, but in an 
attractive, girl-next-door kind of way. I was about two 
inches taller than Melanie, and at 120 pounds 
outweighed her by ten pounds. My breasts were larger 
too, and more round. Even our nipples were opposites: 
mine were pink and Melanie's were brown. One of the few 
things we did have in common was that we were both, in 
our own ways, beautiful women.

'That,' I told myself as I watched the farmland outside 
glide by, 'and the fact that we're both whores.'

My eye caught on something up ahead, a dark figure that 
grew slowly larger. As the car drew nearer I saw that 
it was a horse, standing out in a green field all by 
itself. It was a beautiful beast, brown with random 
white patches, and one thin stripe of white on its 
nose. But the most striking thing about it became 
apparent a moment later when I absently dropped my 
gaze; the animal had an enormous hard-on.

My eyes widened and I said, "Oh my God, Mel, look at 
that."

Melanie probably would have just ignored me but for the 
tone of my voice. She set her magazine down and scooted 
over next to me and squinted out the window.

"Wow," she said with a giggle. "That's awesome. You 
think I should give him my phone number?"

I gave her a disapproving look and Melanie laughed, 
pecked me quickly on the lips, and then moved back over 
to the other side of the car. She picked up her 
magazine, blew a bubble with her gum, then dropped the 
magazine again, leaned forward and knocked on the glass 
that separated us from the driver.

"Hey, dude," she called, "are we there yet?"

*****

Five minutes later the car turned onto a dirt road and 
followed it out to a large and relatively secluded 
ranch house. There was a garage next to it, and I 
glimpsed part of what I figured was a barn behind the 
two structures. It looked like it was nearly as big as 
the house itself.

"Well, here we go," I said. "Any thoughts on what he 
might have in store for us this time?"

"Probably nothing new," Melanie replied with a cynicism 
that, at her age, she had no right to possess. 
"Threesome, lots of dick sucking, lesbo stuff while he 
watches. You know the drill, Athena."

"I dunno, Mel. If that's all he wants, why'd he bring 
us all the way out here to Waltonsville?"

"Who cares? He's paying us both two G's a day. For that 
kind of money I'd let him put me in a cage and poke me 
with a stick."

"That's what I'm afraid of," I said as I opened the 
door and got out.

The house had a veranda that stretched from one end to 
the other and four porch steps that led up to it. I had 
just gone up the steps and onto the veranda when the 
huge white front door opened and Nick came out.

"Well, hello there, ladies," he said. "I was wondering 
when you were going to get here."

"Hi, Nick," Melanie and I said together.

"The driver got lost," I went on. "It's not that easy 
to find the exact middle of nowhere."

Melanie giggled and said, "Athena, you're so funny."

I glanced at Robert, the driver; the look on his face 
said he didn't particularly agree with Melanie.

"Well, you're here now," Nick said. "Why not come in 
and have a drink before dinner?"

"Beer!" Melanie cried happily, pumping her fist in the 
air.

Nick held the door open for us and we went inside, 
Melanie scooting ahead of me. The interior of the house 
was dim and cool, but airy, giving it that relaxed, 
down home feeling I always expected country houses to 
have. The furnishings in the large sunken living room, 
however, weren't country furniture but the kind of 
highly expensive urban prestige crap that I disliked. 
It looked totally out of place here, as did the butler 
who suddenly appeared in a doorway.

"Two beers for the ladies," Nick told him as Melanie 
and I sat together on a large brown leather sofa. "And 
I'll have another whiskey on the rocks."

The butler disappeared. Nick took a seat in a black 
leather armchair, and as he did so I regarded him 
objectively.

Nick Amberly was not a very handsome man. At six feet 
eight and two hundred seventy pounds, he was too tall 
and too big to make any woman of normal height feel 
comfortable, and his face was too ruddy and long, his 
cheeks too jowly. He was forty-eight years old, which 
also made him too advanced in years for most women my 
age to find attractive. Although, if anything, that was 
the thing that appealed to me the most; he was old 
enough to be my father.

Nick Amberly was also incredibly rich. He was the owner 
and CEO of a very successful electronics company, and 
was reported to be worth more than a hundred million 
dollars. No Bill Gates, obviously, but a hundred mill 
still wasn't anything to sneeze at.

I'd met him three years ago, when I was working for an 
outcall company in Tacoma. He hadn't been a customer, 
of course; the Nick Amberlys of the world can afford 
much more expensive girls than the two hundred dollar 
an hour doxy I'd been then. Nick was an investor, the 
Absolute Angels Escort Service being one of his 
unpublicized holdings.

He'd heard from somebody (I never found out who) that I 
was not only exceptionally beautiful but very very 
talented, and he'd called me out to his Brown's Point 
mansion to get a look at me himself. He'd liked what 
he'd seen (and fucked twice that same night), and made 
me his 'private girl'. That meant that I was pretty 
much on call for whenever he needed me, not just for 
sex but for accompanying him to dinner parties and 
social events, or going on vacation trips with him.

It also meant doing whatever he wanted me to do in bed, 
and while Nick may have had a wholesome and even 
elegant public persona, in private he could at times be 
quite the sick puppy. I'd done just about every sexual 
position with him, sucked him off more times than I 
could count, taken him up my ass; he liked to do 
threesomes with me and another girl (the current one 
being Melanie), or just watch and jack off as we went 
at it; sometimes he liked to handcuff me and watch as 
several men pulled a train on me or ganged up on me.

He dressed me in superhero costumes, schoolgirl and 
cheerleader outfits, little girl's clothes; and for a 
few weeks last fall he had me role-play being his 
daughter (a gorgeous blonde named Diane whom I bore an 
eerie resemblance to), not just in bed but twenty-four 
hours a day. About the only thing I hadn't done for him 
was the cage and stick thing Melanie had mentioned. 
Apparently, he wasn't so much into violence. Although 
he was into videotapes; there must have been hundreds 
of cassettes by now, stacked on shelves in one of the 
many rooms of his mansion, me starring in most of them.

I didn't mind working for Nick Amberly. The job wasn't 
much different than the one I'd had before, and I made 
tons more money; Nick paid me a very healthy yearly 
salary, and, like today, he would pay me two thousand 
dollars for what he called his "special projects." 
Those tended to include things like the aforementioned 
train or gangbang, or teaming up with Melanie (Melanie 
called us, "Nick's T and A Team"). But I felt a little 
uneasy now as I sat looking at him. What exactly did he 
want us to do out here in the middle of Blankville that 
we couldn't just as easily have done back in town?

'No one can hear you scream all the way out here,' I 
thought to myself.

I came out of my reverie when the butler placed a beer 
in my hand. I realized that there was a conversation in 
progress; Nick was saying something about the 
accommodations.

"Of course," he said, "you can each have your own room, 
if you like. I just thought you and Athena might prefer 
to bunk together." He looked at me and winked. "I know 
what good friends you two are."

I looked at Melanie and found her smiling slyly at me.

"It's up to you, girly girl," Melanie said. "I'll take 
whatever comes. So to speak." She giggled and clinked 
my beer with her own.

"I'm sorry, what?" I said.

"I was just explaining," Nick told me, "that I don't 
really have anything special for you tonight, dear. The 
project I have in mind won't be until tomorrow, and I 
have enough rooms that you and Melanie can either sleep 
together or separately. You know, of course, how I like 
to sleep alone."

"Nothing special for tonight?" I said.

"Well, nothing out of the ordinary. Naturally, I'd like 
to spend time with you girls before I go to sleep. Have 
our usual bit of fun. Perhaps the two of you can even 
put on a little show for me."

Melanie made a playful growling noise and lightly 
clawed my left breast with her fingernails. I couldn't 
resist smiling.

"I think we'll sleep together tonight," I said.

*****

Dinner was the typically expensive affair Nick liked to 
put on, with mountains of food, lots of good wine, and 
the butler hovering. After we were done eating we all 
"retired" to a huge wood paneled room with a wall 
sized, flat screen TV to watch a couple of no brain 
comedies. After the second movie was over Nick 
suggested we all "repair" to his bedroom. He always 
used fake language like that

Melanie and I went up first. We took off our clothes 
and got into his bed (which was bigger than a king-
sized bed; in Nick's house, everything was oversized), 
and waited for him. Nick came in a few minutes later, 
wearing nothing but a maroon silk robe. He sat in a 
comfortable looking armchair in the corner with a glass 
of wine.

"Alright, ladies," he said, sipping at his wine, "I'm 
ready for the show. Go ahead and enjoy yourselves."

We started right in, kissing and touching each other as 
Nick watched, then graduated to sucking each other's 
nipples, masturbating each other, going down on each 
other. All the standard girl on girl stuff. At one 
point Melanie actually had an orgasm, which Nick 
appreciated, since Melanie was a squirter. Eventually, 
he took off his robe and joined us. 

For such a gigantic guy, his cock was surprisingly 
small; no more than six or seven inches, which made 
anal sex or deep-throating him pretty easy. He had both 
of us go down on him for a few minutes, then he fucked 
me doggie style while Melanie lay under me and licked 
my clit. He pulled out at the last second and came all 
over my pussy and Melanie's face.

"You girls were absolutely amazing," Nick told us as he 
lay down with us on the bed. "Now, just let me rest 
here with you two gorgeous goddesses for just a 
moment."

A few minutes passed, and then Nick told us he was 
ready to go to sleep. Melanie and I left like the good 
little sex slaves we were.

Nick had his own private bathroom where he liked to 
shower alone, just like he preferred to sleep alone. 
Melanie and I were given another bathroom (one of six 
in the entire house), this one also large, with solid 
brass fixtures and a tub the size of a jacuzzi. We got 
undressed and climbed in to enjoy a long hot leisurely 
soak. We each sat at one end, with our toes touching, 
and just luxuriated like that until we began to 
resemble prunes.

We finally got out and went to bed in one of the 
numerous guest rooms. We made love again, doing nearly 
everything we'd done in front of Nick, only this time 
without all the show, much slower, and with much more 
passion. We both came several times, and when we were 
finished we were sweetly tired, soaked with Melanie's 
come, and far more satisfied than we'd been in Nick's 
bed. Love can make a huge difference.

*****

I had met Melanie just three months ago. She originally 
came from Southern California, where she'd grown up 
with five older brothers, a mother who drank all the 
time, and a father who began having sex with her when 
she was only ten years old. When she was fourteen she 
turned up pregnant, had an abortion, and then ran away. 
She spent the next two years in foster homes, no doubt 
getting sexually abused there as well, and then when 
she was sixteen she got herself emancipated and landed 
a job at a hotel. 

She worked as a waitress at the hotel's restaurant 
during the day and turned tricks for the hotel's 
customers and staff at night. She got busted, spent 
some time in jail, then left California and came up to 
the Pacific Northwest. Within a week after arriving she 
was working at Absolute Angels, and only a month after 
that Nick snapped her up for his two girl harem. That 
was how I met her.

She didn't tell me her life story right away, and I 
didn't ask; I'd learned over the years that a woman's 
history was her own business, and if she kept it to 
herself, then that was where it belonged. I wasn't even 
sure I liked her at first. She was so bubbly and 
positive, giggling at everything, smiling constantly. 
It wasn't until after the first month that we'd felt 
comfortable enough with each other to start sharing 
things, and on a night when we'd both gotten almost 
sloppy drunk, Melanie finally opened up and let all the 
miserable facts of her past pour out.

I confessed everything too. How my father had molested 
me, beginning when I was seven, giving me a quarter 
each time I let him touch me between my legs, and fifty 
cents each time I touched him the same way. When I was 
nine I began getting a dollar each time I put his dick 
in my mouth, and if he came I got an extra dollar. By 
the time I was twelve I was getting five dollars for 
every blowjob I gave him, ten dollars if I let him fuck 
me. 

I was sixteen when my father began introducing me to 
his friends, who forked over as much as a hundred 
dollars for the opportunity to go to bed with me. Not 
much money when you think about it, but I was young 
then, too young to realize just how valuable I was.

I didn't run away like Melanie did. I just bided my 
time, saved what money I could, and once I graduated 
high school I took off on my own, believing that I 
could leave that life behind. The harsh reality of the 
world, though, taught me quickly that change is a very 
difficult thing. 

I'd gotten used to the kind of money I'd made selling 
my body, and the minimum wage jobs I managed to hold 
onto for a few months at a time weren't bringing in 
nearly as much. By the time I was nineteen I was in the 
business again, bouncing from one escort service to 
another until I landed at Absolute Angels. And then 
Nick found me, and clued me in about how much I was 
really worth.

When he brought Melanie into our little group, changing 
it from a couple to a trio, I worried that maybe he was 
going to replace me, but it quickly became apparent 
that that wasn't going to happen. And despite the fact 
that I believed she was too naive and ignorant about 
the world, I grew to like Melanie. Then came that night 
of confessions, and ever since then I'd been madly in 
love with her, which was a truly unsettling idea, since 
I'd never been into women before.

Of course, I didn't tell her how I felt. I wanted to, 
but another thing a woman like me didn't do was fall in 
love. It was bad for business, no matter who it was 
that captured your heart.

Even now, as I lay with her in the dark, her soft cheek 
on my right breast and her hair in my nose, the scent 
of our desire thick in the air and the taste of her 
still in my mouth, I kept my most tender and generous 
feelings to myself. I wanted to have many more nights 
like this.

"You okay?" Melanie asked softly.

"I'm fine," I replied. "Why?"

"You just seem a little tense. Not when we were doing 
it, but now."

I sighed, played with her hair a little bit.

"I guess I'm still thinking about Nick's project," I 
said. "I hope he hasn't developed a fetish for anything 
horrible. Like bullwhips and needles through the 
nipples. Or snuff films."

Melanie issued one of her standard giggles and said, 
"You worry too much, Athena. Just relax and have fun. 
You know Nick. He's kinky, but he's not, like, evil or 
anything. He takes good care of us."

"I know," I said. I was still worried, though, not so 
much about Nick and whatever he had planned, but about 
the sound of Melanie's voice. Despite her Susie 
Sunshine act, Melanie was wise to how awful the world 
could be, and yet she still had that ghost of a girl 
inside of her, the one that could fall in love, and I 
heard that girl whispering to me when she talked about 
Nick. It made me want to cry.

Something else I never did anymore.

*****

The morning seemed fresh and beautiful, the sun just 
peeking out from the top of the Cascades and streaming 
through the bedroom window. The air was cool and sharp, 
and somewhere in the trees birds were singing. Melanie, 
as usual, had gotten up an hour or two before me, and 
she was already dressed and downstairs when I found her 
in the vast dining room, wolfing down a large ham and 
cheese omelet. The girl apparently never had to worry 
about her weight.

"Hey there, good lookin," she said around a mouthful of 
food.

I mumbled something and sat down across from her. An 
instant later the butler came in with a steaming hot 
cup of coffee. I thanked him and he nodded curtly 
before he went back into the kitchen. Melanie swallowed 
and gave me a wry smile.

"I think Butler doesn't like us," she said. "Cause 
we're hoors." She grinned at me.

"Or maybe because we're girls," I replied. I sipped at 
my coffee as I checked Melanie out. She looked, as 
usual, gorgeous. A simple white top today that hugged 
her chest with a great deal of affection. I felt a 
little embarrassed, because I knew I looked like death 
warmed over. All I had on was a terry cloth rob and I 
hadn't even brushed my hair. "Where's Nick?"

"He went outside a little while ago," Melanie replied. 
"Said he had some business to attend to." She popped 
another forkful of eggs cheese and ham into her mouth, 
then said something completely unintelligible.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," I said.

I finished my coffee and went back upstairs to 
officially start my day. I did some jumping jacks to 
warm up, then half an hour of pushups and situps. I 
worked myself pretty hard; a dynamite body like mine 
didn't just appear out of nowhere. I didn't live in the 
same thin air as Melanie did.

When I was done with my morning workout I hopped in the 
shower for five minutes, then returned to the guest 
room to get dressed. There was, of course, a closet 
full of new clothes, and I found a pair of jeans and a 
white top that matched Melanie's. Once I had those on 
(without bra or panties; Nick's preference) I brushed 
my hair, tied it into a ponytail, and did my makeup. I 
finally felt human enough to go back downstairs.

This time I found absolutely no one in the house. Not 
even a servant was around to try to talk me into giving 
him a freebie. I wondered if that was where Melanie 
was, doing the gardener in some out of the way alcove, 
or with one of the hot little maids in the laundry 
room. She could be a real tramp sometimes. But I looked 
everywhere. Not a soul, fucking or otherwise.

I went out to the veranda, fearing that I'd somehow 
slipped into a Stephen King novel, and suddenly Nick 
came around the corner of the house.

"There you are," he said pleasantly. "I started to 
think you were hiding from me."

"Actually, I think it's the servants that are hiding," 
I said.

"Oh, I don't have servants out here. Just Ralph, the 
butler, and a few ranch hands." Nick stepped up onto 
the veranda, suddenly towering over me. He checked me 
out with his hands on his hips. "I like the outfit. 
Casual country girl."

"It matches Melanie's," I said. "Really, no servants?"

"Of course not. I hardly ever come out here, so what 
would be the point of keeping a full time staff? But 
let's not talk about that. I was wondering if you and 
your sweetheart were ready to get started on my 
project."

"She's not my sweetheart," I said, drawing a wry smile 
from Nick's unhandsome mug. "And I'm ready when she is. 
What exactly is this project? It doesn't involve knives 
or gunplay, does it?"

Nick chuckled, a booming and yet strangely subdued 
sound.

"Don't worry, dear," he said. "You're in no danger." He 
patted my head as if I was a little girl, then took my 
hand. "Come on out to the barn with me."

He started off, and because of his long strides I 
almost had to run to keep up with him. We went around 
the back of the house and across to the humungous barn. 
As we neared the entrance I said, "Seriously, you're 
not armed, are you?"

Nick laughed and said, "Melanie's right, you're funny."

The morning was cool, but inside the barn it was even 
cooler, almost cold. There was the smell of hay in the 
air, and I thought maybe that was what Nick had in 
mind; a little lesbian love in the hayloft. I saw 
Melanie over in one corner, near several horse stalls, 
talking to a fairly attractive man in a cowboy hat. He 
looked like he was in his forties, dressed in blue 
jeans and a plaid flannel shirt. Maybe we were going to 
be playing the roles of farmer's daughters. A typical 
family morning in Appalachia.

"Frank," Nick said as we approached him, "this is 
Athena." Pride dripped from his voice.

Frank checked me out, letting his eyes rove all the way 
down my body before coming back up to notice that I 
actually had a face. He smiled with pleasant surprise 
and said, "Hello, Athena, it's very nice to meet you."

"Hi," I said. I met his gaze for a second, then looked 
around for ropes or rifles. None that I could see, 
though. A horse made a snuffling sound through its 
nose.

"Frank's going to be our cameraman today," Nick said as 
he draped his arm over my shoulders. He held his other 
arm out for Melanie and she glided under it, then 
wrapped her own arm around his waist. Nick's huge hand 
came to rest, supposedly casual, on Melanie's right 
breast. The plastic smile I'd had on my face dissolved.

"Cameraman?" I said. "You mean he's not going to be 
both my father and my brother?"

"What?" Melanie said. She looked around Nick to give me 
a confused smile.

"No, sweetheart," Nick said, "he's just going to be 
taping our project. He won't be acting in it."

Apparently to prove this, Frank reached down and behind 
him and brought back a camcorder. He sort of showed it 
to us, then dropped his gaze down to my chest.

"Well, then," Melanie said, "I'm just totally 
mystified. What is it you want us to do, Nick? Milk the 
cows in our thongs?"

I wasn't the only one with a good sense of humor.

Nick laughed and said, "No, no, no. Although you're in 
the right neighborhood." He took his arms from our 
shoulders (and his grabby hand off of Melanie's tit) 
and walked a few paces beyond Frank, stopped and turned 
around. "You girls will be performing with a few of my 
horses."

Melanie made a kind of spluttering sound and her hand 
came up to her lips.

"What?" she said for the second time in a minute. "Are 
you out of your gourd?" She looked at me. "Is he out of 
his gourd?"

"I've never seen him IN his gourd," I replied, but I 
wasn't feeling as flippant as I sounded. This was not a 
good thing.

"I realize," Nick said, "that this might be a bit of a 
challenge, girls. But I am paying you very handsomely. 
And I imagine it won't be much different from some of 
the things you might have done before." When he didn't 
get any response from us but blank stares he said, 
"Haven't either of you ever been with someone's, well, 
pet before?"

"Jeez," Melanie said, "you fuck one dog and suddenly 
you're an animal lover." She looked at me and giggled. 
"Get it? Animal lover?"

"I don't know about this, Nick," I said, crossing my 
arms over my breasts and spoiling Frank's view. "Just 
thinking about it makes me feel like I'm hitting a 
wall. Really hard."

"Now, Athena," Nick said, "don't be a spoil sport." He 
waited for me to respond but I just stood there and 
stared back at him. "Alright, I can pay you more than 
what we agreed on. You know money isn't a problem for 
me."

"Yay," Melanie said.

"But if you don't mind, we can discuss your fee later. 
I'd like to get moving on the project."

"Moving or mooing?" Melanie said. I gave her a look and 
she said, "Oh, come on, Athena. It won't be so bad. 
Just pretend you're doing it with that one guy, 
remember?" She looked at Nick. "His dick was so big he 
couldn't wear underwear. I was sore for a week."

"I won't do it," I said, "for any less than five 
grand."

"Then five grand it is," Nick said with a nonchalant 
shrug.

Melanie looked at me and said, "You couldn't have said 
six grand? Or ten?"

"Come on, girls, let's get going now."

"We'll do this outside," Frank told no one in 
particular. "The light's better out there."

Nick went over to the door of one of the stalls while 
Frank hefted his camera on his shoulder and left the 
barn. Melanie sort of wandered over in Nick's direction 
and I continued to stand where I was, wondering if I 
could really go through with something like this. I 
didn't need the money, and I knew Melanie didn't, 
either. So, what the hell were we doing this for?

My question went unanswered as I watched Nick open the 
stall door and lead a beautiful brown horse out by its 
reins. The animal was huge, its head equally as high as 
Nick's, its shoulders on an even level with Melanie's 
head.

"Oh my Lord," Melanie said, her giggle lurking just 
below the surface. She reached up and petted the 
horse's nose. "He's gorgeous. Hi, horsey."

"His name is Seabrook," Nick informed us. "He's a 
champion racehorse. Or, he was. He was put out to stud 
two years ago."

Melanie patted the horse's neck and said, "Bet you like 
that career move, don't you big boy?"

"Is he tame?" I asked. "I mean, he's not going to get 
spooked and trample us or anything?"

"Don't worry, Athena," Nick said as he began to lead 
the horse to the door of the barn. "He's a very docile 
fellow. All of my horses are."

"All of them? Are we going to do all of them?"

"Relax, my love," Melanie said, coming over to me. She 
took my hand in hers and squeezed it. "Just think. Next 
time you're at a party and someone asks you what's the 
weirdest thing you've ever done, you can top 
everybody."

"That sounds more like you than me," I said.

We followed Nick and his horse out into the bright 
morning. Frank was ready with his camera. Nick 
maneuvered the horse so that he was standing directly 
in front of the open barn door, patted and spoke to him 
for a second, then turned to Melanie and me and said, 
"Okay, girls, what I want you to do first is undress 
each other, do a little kissing and caressing, maybe 
suck on each other's tits. I'll direct you from there."

Melanie and I moved to a spot between the horse and 
Frank, suddenly and totally professional. We put our 
hands on each other's waists, looked deeply into each 
other's eyes. Melanie had large beautiful brown eyes. 
They almost seemed to sparkle as she gave me that dead 
serious look, as if her life depended on satisfying her 
lust for me. I returned her look, though it was hard 
not to smile.

We moved our bodies closer, pressed our breasts 
together, and kissed, a long tender meeting of our 
mouths. Melanie's lips parted and I pushed my tongue 
inside as her hands slid up my side to my breasts. We 
frenched as Melanie caressed me, then herself, then 
both of us at the same time. I heard Nick say, "Good, 
good," but his voice, as usual, was far away at these 
moments.

I continued to push my tongue into her mouth as I 
caressed her back, her shoulders, her arms. I made my 
way to her wrists, touched her hands, caressed her 
fingers, then found her breasts and began to fondle 
them. Melanie gave up a soft moan, the breath from her 
small nose gliding over my cheek. I knew she was just 
doing that for benefit of the camera, but still it set 
my heart beating harder and made my knees weak. God, I 
wanted her. I wished there was no horse there, no Nick, 
no Frank, no stupid camcorder. Just me and her, loving 
each other, tasting each other, drinking each other in. 
Our bodies melting together and floating away on the 
gentle morning breeze.

"Beautiful," Nick said, cutting into my daydream. "Now, 
let's see some tits, ladies."

We automatically pulled away from each other and 
Melanie moved her hands from my breasts down to the 
bottom of my tanktop. I lifted my arms up in the air 
and she pulled the shirt up in an easy casual way that 
wasn't too slow or too quick. In about three seconds 
the tank was up over my head, then off, and I jutted my 
breasts out a little as she tossed the top behind her.

"Good, good."

I did the same for Melanie, although maybe not with as 
much grace. Next came our jeans, Melanie undoing the 
fly and pulling mine down first. The moment my pussy 
hair was visible I heard a whistle, and something told 
me it wasn't Nick. Which meant that Frank was probably 
going to want to fuck me later on.

We got my jeans off, then I took Melanie's jeans off. 
As soon as we were naked we started making out again, 
just for a few moments, then I arched my back and stuck 
my breasts out again and Melanie took them in her hands 
and began kissing and licking them. Frank moved in for 
a close up. I caressed Melanie's hair and shoulders, 
then took hold of her ponytail and put the end of it in 
my mouth. I shut my lips tight to hold onto it, then 
slowly pulled it out of my mouth. Melanie made sighing 
and gasping sounds, as if me sucking on her ponytail 
was getting her all worked up. She bit one of my 
nipples and I gasped too, for real.

We were just starting to get into it when Nick said, 
"Okay, let's move on, girls. I want one of you to get 
down under Seabrook."

Melanie and I looked at each other, we both shrugged, 
then Melanie said, "I'll go first."

She dropped down to her knees and moved to a spot 
directly under the horse. I went over and stood next to 
Nick, making sure I was out of the shot, which must 
have upset Frank.

"Great," Nick said. "Now, just start out by stroking 
and licking him."

Melanie looked up at me, smiled and rolled her eyes, 
then turned and looked at the horse's equipment.

"Wow," she said, "this dude's hung like a horse."

That made all of us chuckle.

Without any further prompting Melanie took the horse's 
cock in her hand and began to stroke it. It was 
remarkably long, at least a foot, and it was still soft 
and floppy. This changed in just a few seconds, though; 
as Melanie moved her hand up and down on the dark brown 
shaft, and began licking and sucking on the end of it, 
the horse's cock grew, and grew and grew. 

Eventually, it was hard and at what had to be its full 
length, which looked to me to be about twenty inches, 
and as thick as Melanie's wrist. It was without a doubt 
the most monster of monster cocks I'd ever seen. I 
hoped we wouldn't have to actually let this animal fuck 
us; that would guarantee a trip to the emergency room.

As Nick and I continued to watch, and Frank continued 
to shoot, Melanie sucked and stroked that giant horse 
cock for all she was worth. I wondered if horses could 
actually come when they were getting sucked off by a 
human, and if their semen was any different from a 
human guy's. I looked at Seabrook's face but he didn't 
seem to even notice that somebody was sucking on his 
dick. He wasn't even wagging his tail.

I dropped my eyes back to Melanie and saw that she had 
about six inches of the horse's cock in her mouth and 
was stroking it furiously, then in the next moment she 
made a sort of gagging sound in her throat and come 
started to spill from her lips and down her chin. She 
pulled her mouth away, grimaced, and even more come 
spilled out of her mouth. A lot of it. Then Seabrook 
shot another load, a ridiculously large load, that 
splashed all over Melanie's face. Melanie gave a 
surprised yelp and ducked her head and another load hit 
her, this one landing mostly in her hair.

"Good God," she said just as yet another load shot out 
of the horse's cock. There was less force to this one, 
though, and it ended up just splashing all over her 
breasts. Melanie finally turned the horse's cock away 
from her, but by then it was too late; there was only a 
little bit of come dribbling out now.

"Help, I've been slimed," she said, laughing.

"That was an awful lot of come," I said.

"Yes," Nick replied, "they do generate quite a lot of 
it." He had his arms crossed and he seemed more amused 
than impressed by Seabrook's performance. "Very good, 
Melanie. Although I see you were a bit unprepared."

"No shit, Sherlock," Melanie said as she got out from 
under the horse. "He could have at least warned me. Can 
I have a towel or something? Never mind." She bent over 
and picked up her top and began to wipe horse come off 
of her face. Frank made sure he got that on tape. 

"Alright then," Nick said. "I'll just take Seabrook 
back to his stall and get Cooper. Then it'll be your 
turn, Athena."

"Can't wait," I called to him as he led Seabrook back 
into the barn.

"You're gonna love it," Melanie told me as she sopped 
up come from her breasts. "It's like getting sprayed 
with a hose, only more sloppy."

"What did it taste like?" I couldn't help asking.

"Like come," Melanie said.

"It didn't taste, I dunno, inhuman or anything?"

"No, it was just your average run of the mill spunk. 
Guess guys are all the same, even if they're another 
species." I sighed heavily and Melanie poked my right 
breast with a finger. "Just be glad Nick doesn't have a 
fetish for spiders," she said.

Nick brought the next horse out, a white one this time, 
with brown markings. He was just as tall and, I could 
see, well hung as Seabrook.

"Ladies," Nick said proudly, "this is Cooper's Auction. 
Cooper for short. He won the triple crown at Belmont 
Stakes three years ago."

"Congratulations, Cooper," Melanie said. She pointed at 
me. "This is your new girlfriend, Athena."

"Cut it out, Mel," I said.

Nick arranged Cooper just like he had Seabrook, and as 
he petted the horse's mane he said, "Athena, I want to 
get the same kind of scene from you, except maybe 
without all the surprise."

"Hey, it wasn't my fault," Melanie said. "Who knew he 
was going to shoot that shit out by the barrel?"

Nick ignored her for once and resumed his place by 
Frank, who had the camera pointed right at my breasts. 
I took a deep breath, let it out, then walked over to 
Cooper and knelt down under him. I looked at his cock, 
which, like the other horses, was just sort of hanging 
there, limp and long. 

I reached out and took it in my hand, began stroking 
it. It felt just like any other cock I'd ever handled, 
only maybe a bit thicker, and I decided that was the 
best way to get through this thing was to think of it 
like that; it was just another cock to deal with. I 
closed my eyes and, still stroking it, took the horse's 
cock into my mouth.

"Wow," I heard Melanie say.

As I worked on Cooper, sucking and stroking him with as 
much skill as I could muster, I tried to imagine 
Melanie. What it was like with her, so soft and sweet, 
so much heat between us, the light that always seemed 
to burn inside of me when I was with her, but all I 
managed to do was picture her with a gigantic cock.

Then suddenly the image in my mind changed; I saw 
myself as a ten year old girl, sitting on the end of my 
bed in my nightgown, and taking the dollar my father 
was holding out to me; then my father's cock looming in 
front of my face, so hard and big, much too big for me; 
I saw myself opening my mouth, letting the end of it in 
past my lips, then wrapping my fingers around the 
shaft. Daddy telling me he loved me. That was the only 
time he ever told me he loved me, when I was doing what 
he wanted.

"Athena, you okay?" Melanie said. "I think she had a 
brain fart."

I pulled my mouth away from the horse and looked at her 
and Nick and Frank's camera.

"Sorry," I said. They might have been expecting an 
explanation but I didn't give one. I turned back to 
what I was doing, left my mind blank as I sucked and 
stroked, and by pure chance happened to have just the 
very tip of Cooper's cock in my mouth when he started 
to unload.

Of course, some of it squirted into my mouth, but I 
managed to get most of it to go over my lips and chin, 
or on my face. There seemed to be a never ending supply 
of the stuff, gushing and spilling and dripping from my 
chin down onto my breasts. It didn't taste exactly like 
a guy's come, but it was close, and I was able to avoid 
gagging or hurling. Eventually, the sploogefest ended 
and I pulled my mouth away. I rubbed the end of 
Cooper's mammoth cock on my face, smearing his come all 
over as a final flourish, then dropped it and moved out 
from under him.

"That was amazing," Nick said, lightly clapping his 
hands. "Absolutely amazing. Athena, you're an erotic 
goddess."

"Damn straight," Melanie said as she handed me my 
tanktop. "I wish I was a horse."

I wiped a ridiculous amount of jizz off my face as Nick 
led Cooper back into the barn. Melanie and Frank were 
both watching him, and I wondered how many horses we 
were going to have to suck off. I couldn't remember if 
Nick had said how many horses he had. I started to feel 
a little queasy in my stomach.

Nick brought the next horse out and I felt my jaw drop 
and my eyebrows go up in surprise; it was the black 
horse with the hard-on that I'd seen and pointed out to 
Melanie when we'd first arrived. I couldn't resist 
looking down at his equipment; yes, he still had that 
gigantic hard-on. Either he hadn't gotten any action in 
the last twenty-four hours or he was, like a lot of 
guys, just perpetually horny.

"Girls," Nick said, "meet Hercules."

"Hi, Hercules," Melanie said. She even waved to him.

"Now, what I want for this scene," Nick said, "is for 
the two of you to do some oral on him for just a few 
minutes or so. After that we'll move around to the side 
of the barn for the second part."

Naturally, I was curious about why he would need to 
shoot part of the scene someplace else, but I didn't 
ask. I just hoped he didn't have a goat or a pig or 
something waiting for us. You had to draw the line 
somewhere.

Nick gave us the signal to get started and Melanie and 
I got down under Hercules. We started out by stroking 
him together (there was enough cock there that we could 
each put both our hands on it and still have tons of 
room) and laughing and smiling and pretending to admire 
Hercules's irresistible manhood. We followed that with 
licking it up and down about the first foot (I 
estimated the thing to be around two feet long), then 
Melanie took the lead.

She sucked on that huge thing for about a minute, then 
deep-throated it as much as she could, daring the horse 
to drown her like the last one did. Then it was my 
turn. I cleared my mind once more and just sucked and 
stroked it while Melanie alternated between licking the 
shaft and playing with my breasts. Finally, Nick said, 
"Okay, I think that will be enough for this scene," and 
we dropped Hercules's mega-dick like a hot rock.

Nick took the horse by the reins and led him around to 
the side of the barn, and Melanie, Frank and I 
followed. As soon as I turned the corner I saw the bale 
of hay laying along the wall with a blanket draped over 
it and I guessed what Nick had in mind. My stomach did 
another loopdeloop.

"What's the hay for?" Melanie asked. I laughed because 
I suspected she knew.

"One of you is going to be laying on it," Nick replied. 
"I'll leave it up to you about which one."

Melanie looked at me but I kept my mouth shut.

"What the hell," she said, "I'll do it."

She went over and sat down on the hay, keeping her 
knees together and her hands in her lap. Her posture 
was so prim, the expression on her face so innocent, 
that she reminded me of a schoolgirl.

"You know, Mel," I said, "you can be sexy without even 
trying."

"Yeah, I know, it's a curse."

"Athena," Nick said, placing his hand on my shoulder 
and speaking to me like he was coaching me in a soccer 
game, "what I want is for you to play with Hercules's 
tool a little bit, then do Melanie with it. And 
Melanie," he called to her, "what I want from you is 
one of your nice squirting orgasms."

"Well, I'll try," Melanie said, "but that's gonna be 
mostly up to Hercules. No pressure, though, big guy."

"Alright, everyone, let's get this scene going."

Melanie lay down on the bale of hay and spread her legs 
as wide as she could get them and Nick repositioned 
Hercules so he was standing directly over her, with the 
tip of his huge cock nearly touching her pussy. I got 
down on my knees below him, grabbed him, and started 
stroking and sucking. I felt Melanie take my hand and 
move it to her pussy and I began rubbing her with my 
fingertips. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her 
playing with her breasts, and in almost no time at all 
she was wet. I wished I could be sucking on her instead 
of the telephone pole Hercules called a cock.

Fortunately, I didn't have to suck it for long before 
Nick called out to me, "Okay, Athena, fuck Melanie with 
it."

I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to do that; 
always before, when I stuck a guy's cock into Melanie's 
pussy (and it was a depressing thought, the number of 
times I'd actually done that), I had at least a little 
bit of cooperation from the guy. Hercules, though, just 
stood there and snuffled and swung his tail around like 
it was just another day on the ranch.

As hard as his cock was, though, there was still a 
little play in it, which made it possible to move it 
around. I gently bent it a bit, then brought it up to 
Melanie's pussy. I pushed the end of it into her, 
getting about two inches of it in, then pulled back, 
then pushed forward, fucking her with it, and at the 
same time I rubbed Melanie's clit with my fingertips. 
Melanie moaned like it was the best thing she'd felt in 
years.

"Do some oral on them, Athena," Nick called.

'Why don't you do some oral on yourself, Nick?' I 
thought.

I bent down and started to lick around Hercules's cock 
and Melanie's pussy, slathering my tongue everywhere. I 
took Hercules's cock out and licked and sucked it, then 
licked around Melanie's clit, then put the horse's cock 
back in and started fucking her again. Melanie was 
doing a good job, wriggling around and gasping and 
moaning and pinching her nipples, making us believe it. 

I kept pushing Hercules's cock into her as I licked at 
her clit, and in another minute she was breathing hard 
and saying, "Oh yeah, oh yeah," and just after I pulled 
my mouth away from her she let loose with a high, thin 
stream of come that splashed all over my breasts like 
piss. One shot, then another, then a third. Even a 
fourth shot dribbled out of her pussy, spilling all 
around Hercules; she was coming hard.

After that I started stroking Hercules's cock faster 
and faster. The end of it was still up inside Melanie's 
pussy, and when the horse finally got off his jizz came 
gushing out of her like a milky fountain. The stuff 
slopped all over her pussy, down her thighs, and over 
my hand, making yet another huge mess. But at least 
this time Mel wasn't choking on it.

Once the eruption was over I let go of the horse's cock 
and it slipped out of Melanie's pussy, which allowed 
even more come to spill out onto the hay.

"Good grief," Melanie said. "I'm gonna have to douche 
about fifty times."

"At least that many," I said, "if you ever want me to 
get near your pussy again."

Melanie gave me a sexy smile and said, "Hook me up to a 
fire hose, baby."

It was amazing; even covered in horse goop she could 
still get me hot. I felt my face turning pink and had 
to look away.

"Unbelievable," Nick said, theatrically clapping his 
hands. "Bravura performance, girls. Especially you, 
Melanie. You really put your heart into it."

"Yeah, and nothing ruptured," Melanie pointed out.

Nick turned to Frank and said, "I think we've got 
everything I wanted, Frank. Thank you very much for 
your contribution."

Contribution, my ass; Frank was probably making a lot 
of money off of this gig, and no doubt had frills in 
mind.

Frank shut off his camera and started walking back 
toward the house. Nick picked up the blanket from the 
hay bale and handed it to us and Melanie and I wiped 
ourselves down while he led Hercules back into the 
barn.

"Well, that was different," Melanie said.

"If only our mothers could see us now," I replied. 
"They'd both have strokes."

"Yeah, right. It didn't bother them when our dads were 
doing it to us, why should a whole herd of horses make 
any difference?"

It was the first time I'd seen Melanie unhappy since 
we'd arrived at Nick's ranch.

*****

I could have easily predicted the rest of the day. 
Melanie and I showered and powdered and primped, then 
ate lunch with Nick and Frank. After lunch Frank 
informed me that part of his deal with Nick was that I 
would let him fuck me, so I took him up to one of 
Nick's many guest rooms and let him do his thing. He 
fucked me quickly and unimaginatively, then insisted 
that I lay with him afterward and smoke cigarettes 
while he bored me with his life story. 

A half hour later he was ready to go again, which 
pissed me off, but I let him do it anyway, and when 
that was over I got up and showered again (I typically 
showered about six times a day). When I came out of the 
bathroom I heard Melanie's voice coming from Nick's 
room, and when I went to check it out I found her in 
his bed, on her hands and knees, and Nick behind her, 
holding her by the hips and jamming his cock up her 
ass.

From the sounds she was making it was obvious that she 
was enjoying herself. I watched for a few moments, my 
arms crossed in front of my chest, then turned and went 
to the guest room and lay down on the bed. I didn't 
know who I was most angry at, Nick, Melanie or myself.

*****

Nick wanted us to stay for dinner, but I insisted we 
had to leave by four so we wouldn't get home too late.

"Yeah, we really do have to get home," Melanie said, 
surprising me. "They're showing 'Passport to Paris' on 
the Family Channel tonight, and you know how hot the 
Olsen Twins are."

"Well, alright," Nick said, "if you really have to go 
so soon."

We ended up taking off even sooner than that, leaving 
at a quarter to four. The limousine retraced its route 
along the country roads with Melanie and I in the same 
spots in the back that we'd occupied when we came in. 
Neither one of us was in as good a mood, though, 
despite the fact that we were both five thousand 
dollars richer. We were silent until we reached the 
main highway that would take us back to Tacoma.

"I think I'm going to quit," I said. It must have 
seemed to come out of nowhere, but I'd been thinking 
about it since we'd finished the shoot.

"Quit what?" Melanie asked. "Smoking?"

"No, quit the business. Quit Nick and all of his stupid 
projects."

"Really? You're not suddenly hooked on horse meat?"

I gave Melanie a look and her smile faded a little.

"Sorry," I said, "I just don't feel like joking. And 
I'm not joking about this. I want out. I want to get a 
normal job and a normal life."

"Okay," Melanie said. Her smile was gone now, but her 
expression was more serious than sad. "I'll go with 
you."

"You don't have to do that, Mel."

"I know. I want to."

"But what about Nick?" I asked, instantly hating myself 
for asking such a dumb and dangerous question.

"What about him?" Melanie replied. I started to say 
something but she went on. "He's just a guy, Athena. A 
rich, pretentious, and shockingly tall guy. That's all. 
He doesn't mean anything."

"Are you sure about that?" I asked. "I see the way you 
act with him, and I saw the two of you this morning. 
You seemed to get along pretty well."

Melanie clicked her tongue and said, "You saw the way I 
'act' with him, Athena, and that's all it is, it's an 
act. It makes him feel good. You know how that goes."

"So, you're not in love with him?" Another stupid, 
dangerous question.

"Are you kidding? I don't even like him very much. 
Hell, I don't even like guys very much."

"You don't?" She could have fooled me.

"No." Melanie slid over to my side of the limo, put her 
arm around my shoulders, and pecked me on the cheek. 
"You know what I like?" she asked, her voice soft and 
sweet. "I like girls. And out of all the girls in the 
whole world, I like this one particularly hot and sexy 
blonde the best."

"Dakota Fanning?"

"No, silly. Although I'm not saying she isn't hot. I 
just prefer my girls to have big firm titties and lots 
of pussy hair. And no bedtime." She leaned closer, 
brushed my lips with hers. "Know anybody like that?"

Her large brown eyes were boring into mine and I could 
hear my heart beating in my ears. I was almost afraid 
to breathe.

"So, you, um....." I said.

"Yes," Melanie said. "I do. I love you, Athena."

"Really?"

"Of course. You don't really think a horse could make 
me come like that, do you? It was all you, sweetie pie. 
You're the one I want. And if you're ready to say fuck 
it to Nick and to his tons of money and his videotapes 
and farm animals and to whoring too, then so am I."

I couldn't stop blinking all of a sudden, and tears 
welled up in my eyes.

"I love you too, Mel," I said, my voice almost a 
whisper.

Melanie gave me a huge happy smile.

"Then it's official," she said. "We're free now. We can 
move on, become whatever we want." She giggled. "We'll 
become bag ladies together."

I laughed and kissed her. We embraced, then fell 
together onto the seat. Soon we were making love, and 
in the sweet afterglow, as our final limo ride took us 
flying down the freeway toward home, I lay naked in 
Melanie's arms and smiled at how wonderful my life had 
suddenly become. Love really could make a difference.


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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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