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.