I reached out and took it in my hand, began stroking it. It felt just like any other cock I'd ever handled, only maybe a bit thicker, and I decided that was the best way to get through this thing was to think of it like that; it was just another cock to deal with. I closed my eyes and, still stroking it, took the horse's cock into my mouth.

"Wow," I heard Melanie say.

As I worked on Cooper, sucking and stroking him with as much skill as I could muster, I tried to imagine Melanie. What it was like with her, so soft and sweet, so much heat between us, the light that always seemed to burn inside of me when I was with her, but all I managed to do was picture her with a gigantic cock.

Then suddenly the image in my mind changed; I saw myself as a ten year old girl, sitting on the end of my bed in my nightgown, and taking the dollar my father was holding out to me; then my father's cock looming in front of my face, so hard and big, much too big for me; I saw myself opening my mouth, letting the end of it in past my lips, then wrapping my fingers around the shaft. Daddy telling me he loved me. That was the only time he ever told me he loved me, when I was doing what he wanted.

"Athena, you okay?" Melanie said. "I think she had a brain fart."

I pulled my mouth away from the horse and looked at her and Nick and Frank's camera.

"Sorry," I said. They might have been expecting an explanation but I didn't give one. I turned back to what I was doing, left my mind blank as I sucked and stroked, and by pure chance happened to have just the very tip of Cooper's cock in my mouth when he started to unload.

Of course, some of it squirted into my mouth, but I managed to get most of it to go over my lips and chin, or on my face. There seemed to be a never ending supply of the stuff, gushing and spilling and dripping from my chin down onto my breasts. It didn't taste exactly like a guy's come, but it was close, and I was able to avoid gagging or hurling. Eventually, the sploogefest ended and I pulled my mouth away. I rubbed the end of Cooper's mammoth cock on my face, smearing his come all over as a final flourish, then dropped it and moved out from under him.

"That was amazing," Nick said, lightly clapping his hands. "Absolutely amazing. Athena, you're an erotic goddess."

"Damn straight," Melanie said as she handed me my tanktop. "I wish I was a horse."

I wiped a ridiculous amount of jizz off my face as Nick led Cooper back into the barn. Melanie and Frank were both watching him, and I wondered how many horses we were going to have to suck off. I couldn't remember if Nick had said how many horses he had. I started to feel a little queasy in my stomach.

Nick brought the next horse out and I felt my jaw drop and my eyebrows go up in surprise; it was the black horse with the hard-on that I'd seen and pointed out to Melanie when we'd first arrived. I couldn't resist looking down at his equipment; yes, he still had that gigantic hard-on. Either he hadn't gotten any action in the last twenty-four hours or he was, like a lot of guys, just perpetually horny.

"Girls," Nick said, "meet Hercules."

"Hi, Hercules," Melanie said. She even waved to him.

"Now, what I want for this scene," Nick said, "is for the two of you to do some oral on him for just a few minutes or so. After that we'll move around to the side of the barn for the second part."

Naturally, I was curious about why he would need to shoot part of the scene someplace else, but I didn't ask. I just hoped he didn't have a goat or a pig or something waiting for us. You had to draw the line somewhere.

Nick gave us the signal to get started and Melanie and I got down under Hercules. We started out by stroking him together (there was enough cock there that we could each put both our hands on it and still have tons of room) and laughing and smiling and pretending to admire Hercules's irresistible manhood. We followed that with licking it up and down about the first foot (I estimated the thing to be around two feet long), then Melanie took the lead.

She sucked on that huge thing for about a minute, then deep-throated it as much as she could, daring the horse to drown her like the last one did. Then it was my turn. I cleared my mind once more and just sucked and stroked it while Melanie alternated between licking the shaft and playing with my breasts. Finally, Nick said, "Okay, I think that will be enough for this scene," and we dropped Hercules's mega-dick like a hot rock.

Nick took the horse by the reins and led him around to the side of the barn, and Melanie, Frank and I followed. As soon as I turned the corner I saw the bale of hay laying along the wall with a blanket draped over it and I guessed what Nick had in mind. My stomach did another loopdeloop.

"What's the hay for?" Melanie asked. I laughed because I suspected she knew.

"One of you is going to be laying on it," Nick replied. "I'll leave it up to you about which one."

Melanie looked at me but I kept my mouth shut.

"What the hell," she said, "I'll do it."

She went over and sat down on the hay, keeping her knees together and her hands in her lap. Her posture was so prim, the expression on her face so innocent, that she reminded me of a schoolgirl.

"You know, Mel," I said, "you can be sexy without even trying."

"Yeah, I know, it's a curse."

"Athena," Nick said, placing his hand on my shoulder and speaking to me like he was coaching me in a soccer game, "what I want is for you to play with Hercules's tool a little bit, then do Melanie with it. And Melanie," he called to her, "what I want from you is one of your nice squirting orgasms."

"Well, I'll try," Melanie said, "but that's gonna be mostly up to Hercules. No pressure, though, big guy."

"Alright, everyone, let's get this scene going."

Melanie lay down on the bale of hay and spread her legs as wide as she could get them and Nick repositioned Hercules so he was standing directly over her, with the tip of his huge cock nearly touching her pussy. I got down on my knees below him, grabbed him, and started stroking and sucking. I felt Melanie take my hand and move it to her pussy and I began rubbing her with my fingertips. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her playing with her breasts, and in almost no time at all she was wet. I wished I could be sucking on her instead of the telephone pole Hercules called a cock.

Fortunately, I didn't have to suck it for long before Nick called out to me, "Okay, Athena, fuck Melanie with it."

I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to do that; always before, when I stuck a guy's cock into Melanie's pussy (and it was a depressing thought, the number of times I'd actually done that), I had at least a little bit of cooperation from the guy. Hercules, though, just stood there and snuffled and swung his tail around like it was just another day on the ranch.

As hard as his cock was, though, there was still a little play in it, which made it possible to move it around. I gently bent it a bit, then brought it up to Melanie's pussy. I pushed the end of it into her, getting about two inches of it in, then pulled back, then pushed forward, fucking her with it, and at the same time I rubbed Melanie's clit with my fingertips. Melanie moaned like it was the best thing she'd felt in years.

"Do some oral on them, Athena," Nick called.

'Why don't you do some oral on yourself, Nick?' I thought.

I bent down and started to lick around Hercules's cock and Melanie's pussy, slathering my tongue everywhere. I took Hercules's cock out and licked and sucked it, then licked around Melanie's clit, then put the horse's cock back in and started fucking her again. Melanie was doing a good job, wriggling around and gasping and moaning and pinching her nipples, making us believe it.

I kept pushing Hercules's cock into her as I licked at her clit, and in another minute she was breathing hard and saying, "Oh yeah, oh yeah," and just after I pulled my mouth away from her she let loose with a high, thin stream of come that splashed all over my breasts like piss. One shot, then another, then a third. Even a fourth shot dribbled out of her pussy, spilling all around Hercules; she was coming hard.

After that I started stroking Hercules's cock faster and faster. The end of it was still up inside Melanie's pussy, and when the horse finally got off his jizz came gushing out of her like a milky fountain. The stuff slopped all over her pussy, down her thighs, and over my hand, making yet another huge mess. But at least this time Mel wasn't choking on it.

Once the eruption was over I let go of the horse's cock and it slipped out of Melanie's pussy, which allowed even more come to spill out onto the hay.

"Good grief," Melanie said. "I'm gonna have to douche about fifty times."

"At least that many," I said, "if you ever want me to get near your pussy again."

Melanie gave me a sexy smile and said, "Hook me up to a fire hose, baby."

It was amazing; even covered in horse goop she could still get me hot. I felt my face turning pink and had to look away.

"Unbelievable," Nick said, theatrically clapping his hands. "Bravura performance, girls. Especially you, Melanie. You really put your heart into it."

"Yeah, and nothing ruptured," Melanie pointed out.

Nick turned to Frank and said, "I think we've got everything I wanted, Frank. Thank you very much for your contribution."

Contribution, my ass; Frank was probably making a lot of money off of this gig, and no doubt had frills in mind.

Frank shut off his camera and started walking back toward the house. Nick picked up the blanket from the hay bale and handed it to us and Melanie and I wiped ourselves down while he led Hercules back into the barn.

"Well, that was different," Melanie said.

"If only our mothers could see us now," I replied. "They'd both have strokes."

"Yeah, right. It didn't bother them when our dads were doing it to us, why should a whole herd of horses make any difference?"

It was the first time I'd seen Melanie unhappy since we'd arrived at Nick's ranch.

*****

I could have easily predicted the rest of the day. Melanie and I showered and powdered and primped, then ate lunch with Nick and Frank. After lunch Frank informed me that part of his deal with Nick was that I would let him fuck me, so I took him up to one of Nick's many guest rooms and let him do his thing. He fucked me quickly and unimaginatively, then insisted that I lay with him afterward and smoke cigarettes while he bored me with his life story.

A half hour later he was ready to go again, which pissed me off, but I let him do it anyway, and when that was over I got up and showered again (I typically showered about six times a day). When I came out of the bathroom I heard Melanie's voice coming from Nick's room, and when I went to check it out I found her in his bed, on her hands and knees, and Nick behind her, holding her by the hips and jamming his cock up her ass.

From the sounds she was making it was obvious that she was enjoying herself. I watched for a few moments, my arms crossed in front of my chest, then turned and went to the guest room and lay down on the bed. I didn't know who I was most angry at, Nick, Melanie or myself.

*****

Nick wanted us to stay for dinner, but I insisted we had to leave by four so we wouldn't get home too late.

"Yeah, we really do have to get home," Melanie said, surprising me. "They're showing 'Passport to Paris' on the Family Channel tonight, and you know how hot the Olsen Twins are."

"Well, alright," Nick said, "if you really have to go so soon."

We ended up taking off even sooner than that, leaving at a quarter to four. The limousine retraced its route along the country roads with Melanie and I in the same spots in the back that we'd occupied when we came in. Neither one of us was in as good a mood, though, despite the fact that we were both five thousand dollars richer. We were silent until we reached the main highway that would take us back to Tacoma.

"I think I'm going to quit," I said. It must have seemed to come out of nowhere, but I'd been thinking about it since we'd finished the shoot.

"Quit what?" Melanie asked. "Smoking?"

"No, quit the business. Quit Nick and all of his stupid projects."

"Really? You're not suddenly hooked on horse meat?"

I gave Melanie a look and her smile faded a little.

"Sorry," I said, "I just don't feel like joking. And I'm not joking about this. I want out. I want to get a normal job and a normal life."

"Okay," Melanie said. Her smile was gone now, but her expression was more serious than sad. "I'll go with you."

"You don't have to do that, Mel."

"I know. I want to."

"But what about Nick?" I asked, instantly hating myself for asking such a dumb and dangerous question.

"What about him?" Melanie replied. I started to say something but she went on. "He's just a guy, Athena. A rich, pretentious, and shockingly tall guy. That's all. He doesn't mean anything."

"Are you sure about that?" I asked. "I see the way you act with him, and I saw the two of you this morning. You seemed to get along pretty well."

Melanie clicked her tongue and said, "You saw the way I 'act' with him, Athena, and that's all it is, it's an act. It makes him feel good. You know how that goes."

"So, you're not in love with him?" Another stupid, dangerous question.

"Are you kidding? I don't even like him very much. Hell, I don't even like guys very much."

"You don't?" She could have fooled me.

"No." Melanie slid over to my side of the limo, put her arm around my shoulders, and pecked me on the cheek. "You know what I like?" she asked, her voice soft and sweet. "I like girls. And out of all the girls in the whole world, I like this one particularly hot and sexy blonde the best."

"Dakota Fanning?"

"No, silly. Although I'm not saying she isn't hot. I just prefer my girls to have big firm titties and lots of pussy hair. And no bedtime." She leaned closer, brushed my lips with hers. "Know anybody like that?"

Her large brown eyes were boring into mine and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I was almost afraid to breathe.

"So, you, um....." I said.

"Yes," Melanie said. "I do. I love you, Athena."

"Really?"

"Of course. You don't really think a horse could make me come like that, do you? It was all you, sweetie pie. You're the one I want. And if you're ready to say fuck it to Nick and to his tons of money and his videotapes and farm animals and to whoring too, then so am I."

I couldn't stop blinking all of a sudden, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"I love you too, Mel," I said, my voice almost a whisper.

Melanie gave me a huge happy smile.

"Then it's official," she said. "We're free now. We can move on, become whatever we want." She giggled. "We'll become bag ladies together."

I laughed and kissed her. We embraced, then fell together onto the seat. Soon we were making love, and in the sweet afterglow, as our final limo ride took us flying down the freeway toward home, I lay naked in Melanie's arms and smiled at how wonderful my life had suddenly become. Love really could make a difference.