Her Secret Love

The damsel stared at Paddington's rugged face...deeply into his devilishly handsome eyes. She couldn't believe it, but she was falling in love. Never in her life had her heart felt this way before. She could literally feel it beating faster and faster as he stared at her.

"I.... I think I'm falling for you" she said softly, caressing his long face. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. She knew he felt the same. She knew his heart burned for her like a candle on a dark night.

Her name was Scarlett. They had met one frosty morning at the stables as she milked the cows. As she pulled on the supple teats, squirting milky goodness into the aluminum milk pale, she had heard movement in the shadows. Scarlett looked up from the pale and released the nips of the heffer and there she saw him... standing in the shadows like a bronze sculpture, every part of his body as muscular and flawless as could be. She approached him and seduced him into the hay, their lovemaking so loud that the Gods on high must've chuckled with delight.

For weeks, she visited him. Every night at the same time, she quietly sneaked out of the house and met him in the barn. Scarlett had to be quiet and discreet about her nightly visits because her father had disapproved of their love from the very beginning, saying it was forbidden, blasphemous, and shameful to the family...an embarrassment to them all. Oh how she loathed him for it.

As she looked at Paddington now, he was just as beautiful as the first time she had laid eyes on him. She leaned forward and kissed his full lips, parting them ever so gently with her tongue, exploring the inside of his mouth. She wished their kisses would never end. The tingle that ran through her body and loins when they embraced was unmatched by anything.

Scarlett let her dress fall to the floor of the barn. Her ample breasts shone in the moonlight and she guided his head down to them. Unable to contain her passion any longer, she fell to her hands and knees and stroked him, guiding his manhood inside her. He was indeed massive. Her screams of pleasure pierced the night sky as she brought him the brink of orgasm before holding perfectly still so he wouldn't. Finally, when he could take no more, she let him erupt into her, her wild screams drowning out the frogs and crickets outside the barn.

Suddenly, the barn doors burst open. There stood Scarlett's father, shotgun in hand. He looked furiously at the two lovers and uttered a scream of blind rage.
"SCARLETT!!!! I told you not to have sex with my best riding horse!!! You are sick!! Get inside NOW!!"

Angrily, he refastened the straps on Paddington's saddle and led him back to his stall.