Chapter 8

Franklin Carter tried to shake himself awake. But the more he struggled to regain consciousness the harder it was to awake.

The dream was over but he could not wake up. He seemed to exist between worlds and riding a razor's edge.

For a moment he felt his bones take on substance in the dream world, then the opposite happened.

He came back to the real world but it was a fantasyland. When he tried to touch something his hand went through it.

He was getting increasingly anxious and frantic as he swayed back from one reality to the other out of sync.

He was a pendulum lost in time and space. When he popped into the real world he fought to stay there.

But he had no substance, just form. In the dream world he was real but then there was no external substance.

A chilling thought passed through him. Suppose he were lost in this splintered state forever.

He had to regain his normalcy. He calmed himself. He felt himself rising up like a cork bobbing out from a pool of water.

He splashed to the surface of the real world and breathed heavily a precious gulp of real air.

Nothing like that had ever happened to him before. It was a strange feeling of being both dead and alive at the same time.

He thought of Melanie and the clear dream of her and her mother he had just experienced. It left him in a cold sweat.

He was still breathing hard from his bout in the nether world. But his thoughts kept drifting to Melanie, and how he could save her.

If only his wife could have come to him with her problem. Even if he had turned her down at first, perhaps he would have relented with time.

He got up from the damp chair and looked out the picture window. The sun was just about to set.

Then he saw Melanie. She was atop Lightning and the both of them were speeding into the woods.

He ran from the den and out the front door and called to her. He thought that she must have heard him but refused to answer.

Melanie heard her father's pleas to come back. But Lightning was riding like the wind and nothing on earth could stop her.

Lightning had been very frisky all day. It was a rare occasion when they rode at the end of the day like this.

But Melanie had the urge. She was walking along the spot where she had seen Carter and Flossy make out.

When she was right at the spot that they had sat and petted each other, she suddenly thought of Lightning.

She went to the stables and he was eager to see her. As soon as the saddle was strapped on she mounted the horse and off they went.

And he was running as fast as ever. Melanie felt free and alive and unbuttoned her blouse and threw it away.

It flew into the breeze and got lost in the flapping branches that swayed in the cool dusk breeze.

She felt the cool air on her hot tits and instantly her pert nipples began to rise up and get swollen.

Her breath became quick, heated gasps of excitement. Her cunt was getting wet and her crotch felt soppy.

It was getting so that every time she rode the horse she would be filled with a burning lust.

When she was on Lightning she was always conscious of her tits and cunt. Her clit was tingling.

Faster and faster they sped through the woods and Melanie bobbed up and down on the smooth leather saddle.

Her flesh quivered and her breasts jiggled like jelly from the fast pace the horse was setting.

She bent her head over the mane and brushed her hot tits on the soft, blond mane of her beautiful steed.

Lightning whinnied and quickened his pace to a fearful gallop. Melanie's cunt twitched in anticipation.

Her juices ran out of her cunt and her crotch was very wet. She mashed it into the bobbing saddle.

She hopped up and down on the saddle and banged her hot cunt onto the smooth leather and sighed in delight.

She was sweating from her heat and her body glowed from her inner fire and the fading color of the red-setting sun.

She watched the rim of the sun sink into the horizon and swore that she felt the touch of the sun as it hit the earth.

She was too passionate to tell the real from the dream going on in her head. She began to spasm.

Her clit tingled and sent a wave rocketing through her burning snatch that made her pelvis ring out.

The current passed to her spine and traveled the length of her back and then burst into her breasts.

A hot glow surrounded her tits and then the wave settled on her pert and swollen nipples that pulsed.

She pulsated in a long convulsion and she lost her senses for a dazzling minute as her body was racked in a thrilling orgasm.

Her eyes were stuck up her head. White showed through half- closed slits and her teeth were bared.

She had not noticed that Lightning had slowed to a steady gait until a long moment after her spasm had worn off.

She was totally spent. Her body hung atop the horse like a wet noodle. Her flesh jiggled and her bones felt like jelly.

Lightning had turned himself about as soon as the sun set. In darkness they headed back to the Barker ranch.

She rode Lightning topless back home. As they approached she began to regain her sapped strength.

Her body became radiant. Her face was beaming and she could feel the glow emanating from it on her cheeks.

She was happy. She wasn't the least bit anxious of someone spotting her like this atop the horse.

With brazen indifference she entered the ranch and they slowly made their way back to the stables.

There was no one about. The ranch hands had retired for the day and her father was nowhere to be seen.

Lightning did not make the usual left turn that was their custom when they came to the picket fence.

Instead he turned to the right and headed for the old tool shed that nobody ever used any more.

Melanie thought it strange for Lightning to have suddenly lost the way and cooed softly in his ear.

She told the horse that they were heading the wrong way and to turn back. But it stubbornly moved forward.

The horse began to quicken its pace. In a flash they were at full gallop. Melanie held on for dear life.

They were heading directly for the door of the old shed. If Lightning didn't stop right now they would crash right into it.

A moment before they reached the door Lightning raised his forelegs and broke down the door with one mighty smash.

Inside the shed he came to a dead halt and Melanie's nose became filled with the smell of horse sweat.

Melanie was still stunned from the fearful ride. What on earth had gotten into Lightning? This was very strange.

She got off the horse and went to his face. She looked Lightning in the eye. It was a cold hard glint.

She watched Lightning make his way to the back of the shed. There was strange object visible in the moonlight.

Lightning stood right next to it. Melanie was curious about the thing. It had a felt covering.

She felt the material in her pretty hands. She liked rubbing her soft palms on it and dug into the folds.

By fussing with it with her hands, she moved the blanket a couple of inches and the structure underneath came into view.

It looked like it was made of wood and finely varnished. With both hands she removed the cloth from the structure.

When the covering swept off it Lightning whinnied a high- pitched blast and he forelegs lifted from the floor.

She couldn't make head or tail out of the thing. It was a strange-looking thing. Underneath it was a large cavity.

The cavity was lined with a soft fur. There were bars on the sides of the pit that were made of brass.

The cavity looked inviting. She slipped inside it with one motion and felt the soft fur with her twiddling fingers.

When Lightning saw her recede into the pit, the horse jumped up on the pedestal and assumed the familiar position.

Melanie laughed at Lightning's precociousness. He wanted to join in the exploration too, she thought. Sometimes he acted almost human. Like right now, he appeared to be smiling at her. She smiled back at him.

He was quivering in his stance, like he was waiting for something. Melanie turned herself around to get out of the pit.

When she turned about on her hands and knees she was met with a hoary sight that made her blush in shame.

Hanging right in front of her was Lightning's big horsecock! It was limp but it was the hugest thing still.

Her dream came back to her. The one where she and Lightning are together on the spinning platform in the house of glass.

She always woke up at the part where she was just about to touch his erect cock that throbbed in front of her eyes.

And now here it was right in front of her in real life. She stopped moving and stared at the obscene tool.

She reached out a trembling hand to touch it, just once. Her fingernails grazed the leather-like hardness.

Lightning let out a low, short whinny and then was silent. The tips of her soft fingers rubbed on the cock.

She felt the cock lurch. She watched with bulging eyes as the shaft began to stiffen and rise up a little.

She was hypnotized by the spectacle of the rising snake. Her bare breasts got hot and her nipples swelled up.

She watched the beastly thing rise and her eyes were riveted to it. She kept her fingers on it.

Then she gripped the hardening shaft in her whole hand and felt the massive thickness of it in her palm.

Gently she jerked the instrument up and down and Lightning let out another bellowing whinny.

When she heard the horse's fevered reaction to her gropings she put another hand on the surging prick.

It felt like the leather saddle that she used to ride the horse. The skin was being pulled tauter by the second.