by Dee Jones
“You are killing me,” he groaned. “I need you princess, now.”
“Beg me,” she ordered, watching his blue eyes narrow down at her.
“Please?” he growled then smiled as she lay back fully on her back, spreading her legs again.
“As you wish,” she said sweetly and nearly laughed when he crawled between her legs.
“You are a wicked woman, Mrs. Browning,” he assured her as he slipped easily into her tight, wet vagina.
“I believe I’m learning from a master,” she answered as he began to thrust against her.
“Damned right, and don’t you forget it.” Daniel smiled as he began to ram against her harder, hearing her gasping moan. As he exploded inside her, filling her to the brink of her capabilities, he knew he had found his soul mate.
He had taken her into the dark room of deviance at last and he was determined to make her appreciate you visit. Because of that wonderful little device, she had discovered a deeper side of sex than even he could have explained. Because of that marvelous little machine called a vibrator, she had become a sex starved woman he would spend the next lifetime enjoying.
Two days passed since Daniel introduced Julia into a world of sexual depravity. They were unable to use his device since leaving Mayfield, though he managed to keep her well entertained and very happy. She never knew her body could feel all the things he had her experiencing. She was quickly becoming addicted to orgasms; a promise Daniel made to her the night they returned home.
Though the nights were filled with passion and exploration of each other’s bodies, the day hours were long and boring. Julia had yet to go back to the stables. The incident with Dourn had bothered her more than she was willing to admit. The man had eaten his way into her mind and she was certain it wasn't by accident. His unknown familiarity of the farm and bordering swimming hole was as troubling as not remembering where she had known him from.
The morning worn on as usual, each minute passing by at a snail’s pace. Mrs. Lester heated the house up with her baking while Louise read her book of poetry for the twelfth time that week. The day was growing longer as Julia sat on the veranda listening to Bridget’s off key humming while she did her chores.
She was feeling anxious and frustrated at not having anything to do. She had discussed redecorating and updating the old mansion with her mother and Daniel, who both agreed with the idea. She arranged to have a contractor come out to begin the work when the sales were finished and had chosen several swatches of fabric for the upholstery, draper and carpeting. Still the hours were relentless leaving Julia with little more to do than pace the floors and hope for a miracle from the drudgery.
Boredom finally won out and she changed into her riding clothes and casually strolled down the path leading to the new stables. She knew Daniel was busy helping the stronger work hands with the breeding of the mares, which meant she was on her own to explore the property.
Julia was just about to head to the corral to find a horse to ride, when a strange sight caught her eye. The man who had plagued her thoughts like a bad dream was standing near at the north end of the newly fabricated structure; his back was to her, his attention firmly on the woman with him. Julia stared for a long moment before she realized who the woman was. Her dark hair, her slithering movements, her lilting laughter echoed in the air around them, making Julia's blood boil and her stomach churn.
Sharon Farnsworth was here again; but obviously not with the pretense of business. Her arms were wrapped about Dourn's neck and her body pressed to him as they leaned against the stable's wall. Julia blushed profusely when she heard the woman moan and saw the hard thrusts of the man’s hips as he pinned her against the wall.
She turned abruptly and walked around the opposite side of the stables as fast as her legs would carry her. She couldn't believe the two were making love outside the new stables; who would do such a scandalous thing in broad daylight and fully clothed? She didn’t even know it was possible to have sex while fully clothed and standing upright
Julia felt a strange sensation come over her, an almost haunting feeling as though she were being warned by some unknown force. She felt a strange sense of betrayal, yet she couldn't even begin to understand why. She felt certain Dourn was cheating on someone, but on whom? A wife or a lover perhaps; or perhaps it was Sharon causing these feelings.
She never had trusted the woman and even though she didn't want to admit it, she knew her mother had been right about her. Sharon Farnsworth had always been known as the town tramp, yet that was years ago; surely she'd calmed down since then, though the scene she had just witnessed seemed to indicate the opposite.
A noise ahead of her caused Julia to look up taking her mind away from the thoughts that accompanied her. She hadn’t realized she had walked to the section of the stables where the breeding was taking place, but now that she was here, she had a strange sensation to watch. She saw Daniel and Rally Overton pulling frantically on long thick ropes, wrapped tightly around Roustabout's bridal. They tugged and cussed and fought, trying to control the rutting stallion. Julia looked at the other end of the corral and saw what had the horse going wild. In a small fenced area, barely the size of one of the stable's stalls stood Biscuit. She was tied up with ropes around her neck to prevent her from bolting at the men holding her restrained.
Julia stepped closer trying to stay out of the way, but curious to the events displayed in front of her. She had seen this scene before, but had run away and hid. This time she was a captured audience. She watched as Rally and Daniel pulled the stallion toward the mare fighting to keep a firm hold on his bucking, head being certain to stay clear of his razor sharp hooves that pawed at the air.
The horse pranced and lurched about twisting his head this way and that trying to get loose, but the men kept a taut hold on him. The mare's scent filled the air; the stallion flared his nostrils inhaling every breath of it. Daniel fought his prize stallion with all the strength the man possessed, inching him closer to the Biscuit until his head jabbed against her rump. The stallion pawed her hindquarters with his front hooves, neighing and whining his intentions as she lifted her tail. Biscuit twisted about trying to turn around, but her confinements were too tight, her bindings too restrictive to allow her to do much more than complain - loudly. Daniel and Rally held tight to the stallion's ropes, their muscles bulging with the strain of the horse’s rantings.
Biscuit played her role well, offering the stallion a look of her swollen genitals when she bucked her hind legs out behind her, teasing him with the scent of her need, yet rejecting him as soon as he attempted to mount near. The mare's games continued until her mate was so wild he bit her hindquarters repeatedly, tasting the blood trickling down her backside. Every time the stud came close to mounting, Biscuit would twist about just enough to knock him off balance only to result in being bit again. Roustabout's need was obvious, his engorged penis powerfully thrust toward the mare, inching still closer to the portal promising him his release.
Julia smiled giggling softly; she had never seen this side of animal behavior and found it quite amusing as well as intriguing. Daniel looked mad as hell, his already large muscles bulging to the point of injury, his taunt thighs straining the seams of his breeches. His arms and legs shook with his effort, aching from the fight of the powerful beasts. His anger rose each time the mare rejected the mate chosen for her, yet he continued to struggle along with the rest of the men to make a union. One look at the stallion's underside made Julia vividly aware of the horse's powerful interest and immediate intentions for the mare and the near insane fever driving him onward.
At last Biscuit neared surrender, her games became too much even for her to bear. Roustabout thrust up on his hind legs coming down on the mare's rump and crumpling her nearly to her knees. He tried several times to make his mount, but with little success. His first attempt was unwelcome as Biscuit bucked and kicked, knocking him off her. Two more attempts were made with similar results, with the third fina
lly succeeding in tying them together. The two horses whined, screeching and pawing as they joyously rallied in their connection. Their heat and powerful thrusts filled the air with the event.
Julia's face turned a deep shade of red as her eyes fused with the sight of the horses’ actions. She never stayed this long before, she had never seen the actual mating and although she felt the heat of embarrassment she also felt the heat of an intent stare. Somewhere between Roustabout's success and the relaxing of his grip on the ropes Daniel had spotted her quietly watching the show. He stared at her for several long seconds before she noticed him surveying her, causing her blush to deepen. Julia locked her emerald gaze with that of turquoise heat, smiling shyly when she heard his soft chuckle; his eyes blazing with interest.
He was hot and sweaty, his hair hung loose about his shoulders moist with his labors. His massive chest was bare of clothing and the beads of sweat twinkled like small diamonds in the afternoon sun, but this was not what caught her interest. She took particular notice of the way his breeches seemed to fit him, hugging his exquisite long legs snugly, especially around the bulge centering in the middle of his blue jeans. She knew in an instant Daniel's thoughts were on the same track as her own, but here and now wasn't exactly the most convenient of places to act on those desires. The burning heat that grew between them moistened her desire and she felt the throbbing need to feel him inside her flare to life. For the first time since gaining possession of her, Julia found herself relating with Biscuit's needs; feeling her own teasing and lustful desires crackle to a heated level of urgency.
Daniel could read his wife's thoughts, his attentions diverted from the mating horses he helped to control, to the thoughts of the woman he longed to mate himself. She was beautiful, her chest heaving with the strain to breathe, her face a brilliant shade of magenta. Julia's hands clasped the fence post while he watched her caress the wood; her fingers curled around the top rail and he could feel his lust rising, imagining her hand wrapping about him in the same manner. She was a dangerous distraction to his thoughts and a passionate diversion to his surroundings; he was determined to show her just how aroused she made him - the very minute these damned horses were finished!
He glanced at Roustabout's hard thrusting, hearing the stud's deep snorts and knew the end was near. He turned back in time to see Julia walking briskly back toward the house; her small firm hips accented to perfection in the tight riding habit. The urge to run after her was strong; he wanted to carry her up to the hayloft and have his way with her. Daniel felt as unsatisfied at that particular moment, as his horse had been a short time before, and like his horse, he too would revel in his own satisfaction in the end.
The morning's events were vivid in her mind, as Julia mounted the stairs to her room. She felt the heat of the day and the burn of desire growing hotter inside her; forcing her to strip from her heavy riding habit and petticoats. She walked naked into her wash closet, sponging off her damp skin with the water from the basin. It was cool and refreshing against her hot skin, though it seemed to add to the discomfort building inside her.
Julia stepped back into her room and sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating whether to call Bridget to fill her tub, when the door to her room opened and Daniel stepped in.
He smiled at her seductively, taking in her lack of attire. He slammed the door closed behind him turning the key, locking them inside and the rest of the world out. He crooked his finger at her motioning for her to come to him as he approached her. When she didn't he reached out and grabbed her by the wrist pulling her off the bed and against his denied arousal.
"Enjoy the show, princess?" he teased, aware of the effects the horses’ mating had on her. Julia lowered her eyes; the color stealing into her cheeks again.
"I didn't mean to interrupt," she said, her tone husky and soft. Daniel chuckled, turning her around and pushing her against the closed door. He covered her mouth with the hard pressure of his, teasing and tasting her shocked gasp before he moved her hand between them. He guided her fingers to the buttons on his breeches and urged her to unfasten them as his lips moved down her neck to her exposed breasts.
"You asked me once what the word horny meant, remember?" his breath warmed her skin and the tip of his tongue burned a hot path across her hardened nipples. Julia couldn't speak, she could only nod, her hands tugging the restraints of his pants open. He quickly pushed them across his hips, lifting her higher on the door's barrier. He eased her knees around his waist, his fingers touching and teasing her swollen clitoris.
"Let me demonstrate the meaning, Princess," he whispered, seconds before he thrust deep inside her. Julia gasped, feeling the heat of his penis plunge inside her with hard, urgent movements. He lifted her higher, supporting her hips with his hands, his thighs anchoring her to their wooden support.
"Wrap your legs around me tight, princess," he commanded. Julia did as ordered, arching closer to him.
Daniel drove into her with the heat of his burning desire as his fingers continued to play with her clitoris; pinching, rubbing and pulling until a shutter of relief and the cry of passion escaped from her throat. His thrusts deepened until he spilled his seed into her, releasing both of them from the insanity and torment of their passion; joining her in that small piece of paradise they built for themselves. He pulled her tighter to him pressing into her quivering warmth as he growled his release, grinding his hips hard against her.
He laid his head against her shoulder a few moments later; their breath coming in short pants. Julia chuckled softly, causing his head to lift, his eyes staring into the emerald depths of her delight.
"I never knew you could do this," she told him softly, visibly aware of how it was possible for Dourn to have made love to Sharon against the stable wall. Daniel raised a dark brow at her and smiled.
"I thought I'd proven to you just how versatile I could be."
"But never against a door. What if my mother were to walk in? You'd fall on you naked butt and take me over with you."
"I locked it, besides your mother would never come in without knocking especially after she heard you scream my name."
"I never..."
"You did so; my ears are still ringing from it. And from your tone, I'd say the entire household heard you as well." Daniel laughed openly, as the color stole back into her cheeks.
"It's not funny Daniel Browning. Put me down at once!" Julia struggled to push him away, only to be pushed harder to the door's wooden barrier.
"Why? There's nothing wrong with my making love to you in the privacy of our own bedroom."
"But it's the middle of the day?"
"I'll make love to my wife anytime and anyplace I choose. If you would have hung around the stables long enough, I would have proven just how accessible the hayloft is."
"You wouldn't dare?"
"I would and I shall, just as soon as the time is right. There's nothing wrong with it. You're my wife remember? It's expected for newlyweds to be passionate."
"But it's not proper."
"Good God, don't tell me you're turning into an old prude on me? I cannot imagine anything we have done is proper since I first took your virginity."
"Daniel Browning, don't you dare say another word. Put me down at once or I'll...I'll scream."
"Again?" he teased, knowing he had her cornered and enjoying every second of it. He planted his mouth against hers to silence her as he allowed her to slowly slither down the front of him until her feet touched the floor, only to have her swept up in his arms as he carried her to the bed.
" No! Daniel, it's still daylight, we can't..."
"We have and we are, so be quite and enjoy it." He lowered her gently to the covers and stretched out next to her, pulling her against him. "I plan on making love to you until you concede that the time and place doesn't matter."
"Alright, I concede. You're right and I'm wrong now let me up from here."
"Sorry Princess, but I don't believe you," he held her down, kissing an
d tickling her until Julia was laughing hysterically. Tears rolled down her cheeks when he pulled her against him again tracing her passion filled lips with the tip of his tongue.
"Tell me Princess," he whispered breathlessly against her ear. "What do you think about mating now?"
"Ours, or the horses?" she smiled.
Daniel growled, rolling her on top of him to settle between his long legs, making her feel the hard throb of his penis against her belly. "Daring now, aren't we?"
"I don't think I'm going to have a say in the matter when you're concerned Mr. Browning."
"You're absolutely right. Now answer my question. Do you still think it's so bad to mate your mare?"
"No; but I don't think Reverend Parker wouldn’t approve of me mating my mare, or you either for that matter." Daniel growled again, this time smacking her bottom hard as he pushed himself off the bed, keeping Julia on his lap as he rose. He sat on the edge of the mattress, her legs wrapped around his waist and her breasts thrust upward beneath his chin.
"You just can't be serious for a moment today, can you Mrs. Browning?" he asked; the moist tip of his penis itching to reunite with its counterpart.
"Of course I can; just watch." Julia lowered her mouth to Daniel’s; kissing him in the same erotic manner he had kissed her. For the next two hours, Julia proved to her husband just how serious she could be.
Louise glanced up from her needlepoint to see Julia head up to her bedroom when she returned from the stables; hot, sweaty and flustered. A short time later Daniel came into the back door; he nearly ran up the winding staircase, taking the steps three at a time. She frowned as the intent look on his sweaty face and thought for a moment that there was trouble. Several silent moments later and she smiled; hearing Julia scream his name. Thompson stopped pouring the tea he had brought to her and stared at the older woman with wide eyes. Louise couldn’t hold back the girlish laugh that escaped her aging lips.