Chapter 8
Christmas eve was lovely; Glenda spent it a wonderful party with her family, and many old friends. Her parents home, in upstate New York, was glowing and festive, the house always filled with the mirth that the season engendered.
They all sat down to a turkey dinner the next day, and the table groaned with food: Her mother's special roast turkey, chestnut stuffing candied yams, fresh green beans and mushrooms, huge fresh breads, and an endless variety of pies, they were all to stuffed afterwards to move.
Although her parents urged her to remain on with them for a few more days, and enjoy the New Year with them, Glenda had a longing to get home. She loved her family, but her sexual needs were making it hard to sleep, and she needed to go back and see her beloved Mephisto. For a Christmas gift, she was going to bring him two pounds of peanut-brittle. She could almost hear his delighted crunching and crackling.
She arrived home two days before New Year's Eve. She had planned to go and see Mephisto the first night that she got back, but the blinding snowstorm prevented her from venturing on the slick, frozen roads. She would just have to wait until they had been cleared.
She was tempted to over on New Year's Eve, but she was invited to a party at Diane's house, and she had promised she would attend. She did decide, though, to give Miss Joan a telephone call, and to find out what the woman was thinking about, and if she were willing to sell the horse.
The phone rang twice, and then she heard Miss Joan's voice.
"Hello, Miss Joan. This is Glenda Norwood."
"Hello, my dear! Season's greetings!"
"Miss Joan, I'm calling about Mephisto; do you remember I asked you if you would be willing to part with him? I'm really very anxious to buy him, and promise you that I can make it worth your while to sell him to me.
"Well my dear, I do hate do dash your hopes, but I've decided that I simply couldn't sell him, not even to you. Of course, you are welcome to ride him whenever you want to, but truly, he's an old favorite, and I can't bear to give him up. I'm very sorry. Perhaps I could interest you in another horse?"
"No, no I don't think so. I have my heart set on Mephisto, I really do. I you sure you won't reconsider my offer?"
"Quite, quite sure. I am sorry."
"So am I."
"Well, good-bye, Glenda dear."
"Good-bye Miss Joan, "'said Glenda, putting the phone back on the receiver. She was boiling with rage and lust. That bitch! How dare She! Why wouldn't she sell the horse? Glenda must make her change her mind, she must!
She was so upset, she didn't know what to do. She felt she had to see Mephisto tonight, even if it was just for a little while. She glanced at the clock above the stove. It was only five now. If she hurried, she could get one quick, blinding fuck, and still be home in time to shower and dress for the party. She threw on some clothes, grabbed the peanut-brittle, and raced out the door.
The roads had been pretty well cleared by this time, and the road to the stable was not well populated, so Glenda was not bothered by an undue amount of traffic. She raced there as fast as she dared, on the quiet, still snowy curved roads, and soon she had arrived, panting for breath.
She walked quickly to the stall where she knew her heart's desire to be. Her hand had been busy playing with her cunt in the car, and now the silky patch was soaked and ready. She felt her cunt lips tingling with anticipation as she neared Mephisto's stall.
Her head ached, she breathed with difficulty, she felt that she might faint from the agitation her lust had aroused in her. Silently, she pulled the stable door ajar slightly.
She was greeted with quite a shock. There was already someone in the stall, and the someone was none other than Miss Joan herself!
It took Glenda's eyes a few minutes to grow accustomed to the dark, and then she was able to make out the whole scene. Miss Joan, stark naked save for a riding hat and boots, and the horse was fucking her madly! Fucking her Mephisto! Glenda could see that the woman had had a special hammock made for herself, that slung like a feed-bag around the horse's body. She was resting in in, suspended below his heaving belly, so that her arms were free. In one hand, she held a riding crop, and there were sharp spurs on her boots.
She was being jostled up and down by the horse's mad thrusts, and Glenda could see the animal's huge cock heaving in and out of her downy pubic patch.
"Harder, harder, oh my stallion, fuck me harder! I'll never give up, my master, my savior, never, NEVER!" and she laughed a wild demonic laugh that sent shudders up and down Glenda's spine.
She was eaten up by rage, jealousy and lust. After all, she had come here to fuck the bucking beast, to feel him tear into her insides and make her scream with the pleasure and delight, and now here was someone else in her place!
And the someone else was none other than Miss Joan, the evil bitch who wanted to prevent her from owning this magnificent animal, Miss Joan, who wanted to deny Glenda her life of serenity and peace. If she had had a gun, she might have shot the woman. But of course she had no gun, she had nothing.
Wait a minute! An idea was taking shape in her brain, almost too quickly for her to keep up. Taking one last look at the heaving pair, she dashed out to the car, her feet leaving tracks in the soft, unbroken snow.
Turning on the flashlight, she fumbled through the trunk for a few minutes, searching for something she knew to be there. Where in God's name was it, anyway? She knew it was in here somewhere. She kept looking frantically, until finally, she seized upon it, and brought it with trembling hands out of the car.
Here it was, the camera! She checked quickly; there was a flash attachment, and it seemed to have film in it. No, she had no gun, but she had something that was better...
She raced back to the stable, and saw with relief that they were still locked in their embrace. Miss Joan's long, thin legs, in their shiny boots were mashing into Mephisto's sides, her jangling spurs drawing blood.
Mephisto snorted and heaved, as she kicked or hit him, with the stinging black crop. Glenda could hear the noise made by the blows.
"Harder, fuck me harder, and harder, I want to be filled with you, your cock, your boiling come! HARDER, "I SAY HARDER!!!" Miss Joan's voice rasped now, it was so hoarse from her shrieks of passion.
At that moment, Glenda raised the camera, and taking steady aim, focused it carefully. The little eye neatly formed the proper frame, making a charming picture of Miss Joan and her most unnatural lust. Glenda's finger was poised above the shutter, and she clicked it, sending off the bright light of the flash cube. She then cocked it, ready to shoot again.
"What's that? Who's there?" cried Miss Joan, terror lacing her voice.
"It's me, Glenda, Miss Joan, " was the reply, as Glenda snapped another picture, and another.
"What are you doing here?" said Miss Joan, as she was struggling to break free from the horse's embrace. Mephisto, though, was less shy, and was not about to let her go until her had come. He was still panting, and his cock was deep inside of her. Plus, the hammock made it even more difficult to uncoil herself, and Glenda had the satisfaction of seeing Miss Joan writhe and struggle vainly, trying to extricate herself from her humiliating postion. All the while, Glenda was taking pictures until she had finished the entire thirty-six frame film.
"Well, " she said quietly, "Now I can see why you refused to see me this horse, Miss Joan. But these little snapshots might make you change your mind. People in town would be very, very interested to see them, I'm sure. You would be a laughing stock for months. That is, after they let you out of jail."
"But, but..."
"No buts about it bitch! You sell me the horse, or I publish these in the newspapers from coast to coast! Now what do you say?"
"I...I "
"Speak up, cunt!"
"I'll...I'll sell, " was the broken reply.
"Good. Now because I'm a nice woman, I'll let you finish. But you'll have my check in . the morning, understand, cunt?"
"Yes"
"Happy New Year, Miss Joan!" said Glenda cruelly, and slammed the stable door behind her. Looking down at her wrist watch, she saw that it was only six o'clock. She still had plenty of time to get to that party. She drove home, in the morning. Should she talk to someone about building a stable behind the house for her new horse, for she wanted to be near him every day, and every night. Too bad she hadn't a chance to ask Miss Joan where she had gotten the neat hammock. What a useful device it was! She would have to make subtle inquiries about it. All in good time, she smiled to herself, all in good time. It promised to be a most pleasurable and exciting New Year.
She drove into her own driveway, and went to get ready for the party. A most delightful New Year, indeed!", thought Glenda Norwood as she mounted the stairs.
And she would have many more delightful hours once the big stallion was quartered at her home. She could hardly wait to feel his huge, throbbing organ inside her once again.