Chapter 6
It was several weeks after the funeral. At first, Glenda had been despondent and depressed, but soon she picked up again. She visited Dr. Marsden two or three times, and he was very helpful in making her feel better.
Her friends were very thoughtful, and there to always be parties to go to, or dinners, or evenings at the theatre. She hadn't had such an active social life in years, and she thoroughly enjoyed it.
Dr. Marsden had advised physical exercise as one of the best cures for the sleepless nights she sometimes had, and so she increased her yoga classes, and swam almost daily at the local branch of the YWCA.
She had also been going for her riding lessons with regularity, but to her sorrow, Mephisto, her favorite by now, wasn't there. He was off at some local horse show or other, and Glenda had to content herself with other horses at the stable.
Then, one cold November day, she arrived at the stable wearing a new, dark green woolen riding outfit. The fit was tight, and showed off her breasts and hips to-- their best advantage. She climbed out of the car, and there was a very pleasant surprise awaiting her. There, on the grass, was Mephisto!
He was very happy to see her, it seemed, for he raced over to her, and began to nuzzle her immediately. As always, she took out the snacks she brought for the horses, and gave him everything she had, not saving any of the apples or sugar for any of the other horses. He crunched away merrily, as she stroked his glossy black neck. His eyes shone in love and gratitude.
Just then, Miss Joan walked out of the stable and greeted Glenda.
"Hello, my dear! Glad to see you! Are you going to take Mephisto out today? He's just gotten back, and I'm sure you'll be thrilled to see him!"
"Oh yes, Miss Joan, I certainly am! And I think he's glad to see me too."
"No doubt!"
The great, gleaming beast was saddled, and Glenda mounted with a pleasant sense of anticipation.
As soon as her body made contact with his, even through the hard leather saddle, she could feel herself flushing all over. God, how she loved him! She and Phil had often talked of buying a horse; well, why not buy him? She would speak to Miss Joan about this very afternoon.
The horse began at a slow, steady pace, his back rising and falling rhythmically. Glenda enjoyed the feeling of the cool, brisk air on her flushed face, and tits, and as soon as they were what Glenda judged to be far enough away from the stable, she urged him to go faster, longing to feel the familiar warmth racing through her veins. She hit has back with the crop, and dug her spurred heels into his flesh.
Mephisto responded to her urging, and began to gallop along, mane and tail streaming out behind him. Glenda gripped the reins tightly as she felt the pressure building up in her thighs and crotch. His swift movement brought her down again and again on the unyielding, hard saddle, and soon, her cunt was aflame, and throbbing painfully.
She kicked him again, and his speed increased. She was slamming up and down with all of her might now, her breath coming in long, hoarse gasps, sweat dripping--from her gleaming brow. She wanted for him to go faster and faster, to ease the ache in her tortured pussy.
The orgasm was close, and she knew it. She could feel the taut hardness of her breasts, which felt as if they were ready to burst from the tight woolen fabric of the riding jacket. Her pussy was sopping, and she was sure that it had soaked through her cotton underpants, and was now well into the woolen riding pants that she wore.
Her clit was ready and erect, needing only a few final jolting thrusts to bring her over the edge. Digging her heels into the horse's sweating flanks with all of her might, she felt him rearing up, and he uttered a shattering neigh that coincided with the scream she let out as she came. Then, almost instantly, she was thrown from the saddle, and went flying through the air.
Her hands had slipped from the reins as she came, and when the animal reared, she was thrown easily, and with no effort. In fact, it took her several seconds to figure out what exactly had happened, for the intensity of her orgasm had blotted out all other sensation. The uplifting, air-borne feeling she had experienced, she had attributed to the shuddering climax. It was only when she found herself on the ground, her pants torn, and her arms aching, did she understand what had happened to her.
Glenda looked at her body to assess the damage incurred by the fall. The left knee of her pants was torn, and her leg was bleeding lightly. Her arm was throbbing too, but since she was able to move it, she didn't think that she had broken it.
Lifting her hands to her face, she saw that they became marked with blood, but it seemed that the wounds were only scratches. She was a bit dizzy and shaken, but she was not seriously hurt.
Mephisto was nowhere to be seen, he must have galloped off in fear. Glenda closed her eyes, and waited for her head to clear. When she next opened them, Mephisto was standing over her, big eyes looking steadily into her own.
So, he had come back for her! What loyalty and devotion! He wouldn't leave her wounded and stranded out here in the woods, no, he was truly a remarkable beast, with a great capacity for feeling affection.
She slowly tired to rise, using the horse's strong body to steady her. Once on her feet, she began to stroke his elegant black face with loving caresses. He stuck his muzzle forward, as if trying to get more of her hands and body. His quivering nostrils revealed his state of agitation as he pushed his face into her torso.
As he rubbed his gleaming forehead back and forth, Glenda felt her breasts growing warm and tingly. She was sure that her nipples were rock-hard. Looking around to make sure that no one was in sight, she unbuttoned the tight garment and cast it to the leaf littered ground.
She stood before the beast, her tits throbbing in the white nylon bra. Quickly, she stripped that off too, and revealed her naked white breasts to Mephisto's eager gaze.
Could a horse get excited by a woman's body? It seemed that this particular horse could, and did. He thrust his soft, trembling muzzle towards Glenda's tits, and began to rub.
She shuddered all over from feeling that glossy, furry face rubbing against her bare body. His lips were enormous and soft, and she almost died of pleasure as she felt them open and graze the cherry red nipples.
Soon, his magnificent tongue had come out of his mouth, and was lathering the entire front of her body. She shivered as his warm, wet saliva was spread all over, warming her, caressing her. She yearned to kiss him, to exchange saliva with him, and she lowered her face, while giving him a gentle tap under his.
The horse seemed to understand her perfectly, and raised his face towards her. She op ned her lips, and as he ran his hot tongue all over her face, she stuck out her own, so that form time to time, their tongues made burning contact.
As he licked her, she unbuttoned her tight pants, and stepped out of them. Then she stripped off her boots and panties, and walked over to him again.
He seemed to know what was in store for him, for he pawed the ground impatiently, and snorted loudly in anticipation. Glenda stroked his hot, gleaming flanks with one hand, and she fondled her own hot box with the other.
Mephisto whinnied softly, and looked into her eyes with a nearly human expression. Glenda was convinced he could read her thoughts.
Slowly, as if in a graceful ballet, she lay herself down on the ground before him, her legs together. Then, she moved them apart, sliding her hand softly over her white stomach, touching her damp mound occasionally.
Mephisto lowered his head, and gave her belly a lick or two. Then, his enormous tongue moved down to her spread cunt.
She shuddered as she felt it caress her, it was so big, and so hot! It seemed he could be deep inside her, and lathering all over her clit and lips at the same time. She writhed and howled, and he continued to lick.
His own passion grew. She could hear him snort, and see him stamping with impatient lust as his tongue continued its. hot, probing task. Then, the dizzying blackness would overwhelm her, and she could see nor hear no longer.
His tongue was so long that it occasionally could even reach part of her neatly puckered asshole, but he was mainly devoted to her throbbing cunt. The orgasm rose like swiftly spiraling whirlpool, sucking away all life and energy, leaving her a shaking, shuddering wreck, as she sobbed, "Yes, yes YES!" Then, everything went black.
When Glenda regained consciousness, the sky had grown dark, and the wind whistled mournfully in the trees. She knew that she had better get dressed and quickly return to the stable, for they would be out looking for her soon. She could always blame her lengthy absence on her fall.
Hurriedly, she put on her things, and with some pain and difficulty, mounted the horse. They went slowly back, and ran into Ralph and Miss Joan on the way.
"My dear, what's happened to you! Thank God we've found you, we were so worried!" exclaimed Miss Joan.
"I think I'm all right. Mephisto was frightened by something he saw, a dog, a rabbit, I don't know what. Anyway, he shied and reared, and I lost my grip on the reins. I fell, but I don't think that it's very serious."
"Thank goodness for that! I don't think you should ever ride Mephisto alone again, Glenda. In fact, I strictly forbid it! Next time, you must take Ralph, or one of the others with you. "
"But Miss Joan, I'm truly all right! Riding with a partner just wouldn't be the same!"
"Well, we'll see. Now you go home and get some rest. I think perhaps a doctor should look at that knee. What do you think, Ralph? I can call one right now if you choose..." Glenda didn't hear the rest of what Miss Joan of what Miss Joan was saying. She was too concerned with her own thoughts.
Miss Joan couldn't be serious about not riding the horse alone any more, she just couldn't! Glenda knew that she had to see him alone again, and often. She wanted to feel his hot tongue caressing her body again, she wanted to explore him with her hands and mouth, she wanted to see his cock, and to taste its come, she wanted to fuck him! There, she'd admitted it! She knew that only that blazing sexuality of the beast could ever really satisfy her, and wouldn't give him up.
She turned to Miss Joan again, who was still . prattling on about something, and she said, "I know this might be a strange time to bring it up. Miss Joan, but actually, I had thought of buying Mephisto for myself. Phil and I had often thought of getting a horse, and I still want one. I love Mephisto, and he knows me already, and seems to like me. I'll offer you a very good price for him. What do you say, Miss Joan?"
"Oh, my dear, I'll have to give it some thought, I really will. You know, I hate to refuse you anything, but I am very, very fond of him. A horse with a temper, to be sure, but ah! What spirit! What grace and poise! I just don't know Glenda. I'll have to think about it and get back to you."
Glenda was a little crushed, but she planned to keep working on it. She knew she needed that horse for her very own, and she was determined to get him.
She went home quietly, her mind busy, devising schemes and plots, trying to think of ways to be with the animal alone, to quench her desire, and to buy him from Miss Joan. The woman must be persuaded.
Glenda slept easily that night. For the first time in a long, long time, she knew what she needed to do to make herself happy. All that remained was to go about it. She awoke the next day with the same, undisturbed serenity. She knew what she had to do. She spent the day quietly, by herself, reading, writing letters, weaving. Too excited to eat, she skipped dinner, and had some good steaming tea instead.
She dressed carefully, for the night was chilly, but made sure that all of her garments could be easily stripped off, and just as easily put back on. She set out around ten-thirty, and drove the distance to the stable quietly. Cars were few, and she was there in no time at all.
The stable was, as she had expected. She wandered around for a little while, just to make sure, but there were no lights, and no sounds of life other than the low rumbling noises of the horses in their stalls.
She had brought a flashlight in her pocketbook, and now took it out, and began to search. The stable wasn't all that big, and after a few minutes, she found him.
"So, my beauty, how are you tonight? Did you think that I'd forgotten you? Did you think that I wouldn't attend to your pleasure too? You have to trust me, my wonderful stallion!" Glenda said in a soft voice, petting the horse's soft, excited face.
She lifted his face to hers, and waited for him to begin the slow hot licks, which he did instantly. Her face was warm from even thinking of him, and now it glowed and burned in the dark-ended stall.
But tonight, both of their pleasure would be complete. Glenda stripped quickly, and ran a hand through her cunt. She offered it to the horse, who grew excited at the smell, and licked it furiously.
Then, she dropped to her knees, and groped under his belly for a moment, caressing the soft, gleaming surface. He snorted his pleasure at her touch. Her hand found the strong, hard knob of his cock, that grew instantly at her touch. Mephisto pawed the ground, and shook his whole body.
With increasing vigor, she continued to rub the ever growing shaft. It grew thick and fat in its furry sheathe, and soon, the slick red tip appeared, sliding its way quickly out. Glenda couldn't believe how huge it was, this magnificent, thing! It dwarfed any man she had ever seen. Thick, long, and glistening ruby-red in the darkness, the magic shaft shuddered and throbbed with each pull, each exciting tug.
She knelt down,--and kissing her way along the underside of his strong, firm body, she reached the huge wet head with her lips.
It was simply too big to envelope at one gulp, so she kissed and licked it a bit, lathering its slippery surface even more with her own, slick spit.
The horse was beside himself, rocking and bucking. She had to watch her hands and head, lest he kick her by accident, and cause some serious damage. Somehow, the knowledge of his power, and his ability to hurt her if he so desired, caused Glenda to get even more aroused. She started driving her hands into her own, hot, slit, as she continued sucking the horse's meat.
Over and over again she drove her mouth down on the stallion's steaming rod. Her own hole was a slippery, sopping mass of curls and flesh, as she fingered it, trying to at least ease her passion a little bit.
Finally, she could wait no longer. Sliding underneath the horse's belly, she faced upwards, and gave herself a little push with her hands, gaining leverage from the floor. She gripped his body tightly with her shapely legs that had grown strong from riding, and her hands grasped on to his thick, glossy coat. "Fuck me, Mephisto, darling, fuck me now!"
The horse seemed to know exactly what she wanted, for it thrust its huge, rigid spear in her direction. She spread her legs yet wider, and screamed softly as she felt the burning, glowing red tip of his prick enter her own burning pit of passion.
Then she started to sway her hips wildly, around and around, hoping to give him the hint. The horse, however, no longer needed any prompting. Once he had gotten his prick into her, his sure, timeless instinct told him exactly how to buck and thrust. All Glenda needed to do was to hold on tight for the hottest joy ride she would ever experience.
The animal's passion was as boundless as her own. Over and over he drove the enormous, inflamed spear of his passion into her tight, dripping box. No one, nothing had ever filled her the way he did. There was no happiness more complete, and she bit her lips to keep from shouting aloud with pleasure and joy.
Harder and harder he pumped, his eyes rolling, and little snorts coming from the delicate, quivering nostrils. His passion-- knew no bounds, no restraint, and no end. On and on her joy went, until she felt delirious, and her hands had turned numb from holding on to his coat so tightly.
The feeling was so intense, and so marvelous, that she was barely even aware of how she reached her first climax. She only knew that suddenly, the pleasure rolled over and through her, in endless, never-ceasing waves, and she was laughing, sobbing, shouting, all at once.
But that was only the first of the many orgasms that caused her to writhe and shake beneath the great black beast. Soon, they began to melt into one another, and she lost track of them, and was aware only of a long, never ending stream of pleasure that coursed through every nerve, every vein, every muscle. She wanted to live for this and for nothing else, nothing else, nothing else, her mind repeated, dizzily.
The horse's passion mounted too, and he was relentless in the driving insistence of his thrusts. Harder and harder he pumped, until at least, rearing up on his two hind legs, he came, shrieking a loud "NNNNEIGH!" that woke the other horses in their stalls.
Reluctantly, Glenda released her tight grasp, and slipped to the floor, in a mindless state of blissful exhaustion. Mephisto drew away, and snuggled down beside her in the fragrant hay, that was stained and wet from the enormous, sopping load of sperm that he had shot up into her cunt, and come gushing out of her body, like a waterfall.
She slept the peaceful, undisturbed sleep of a child, nestled against the warm dark body of the horse beside her. She had never felt so relaxed or satisfied in her entire life, and it was with the greatest effort that she was able to rise, dress, and drive home, in the quiet of the breaking dawn.