Houyhnhnm Surprised on Moonlit Rock

Some weeks after the affair with Bullhour had grown stale, they both agreed that Brenda should open herself to new experiences. Raoul was quite mature and even sophisticated--unlike her husband-- and wanted her to be a free spirit, "her own woman." He spiced his conversation with phrases like that, which had seemed so cool at one time. Brenda was tired of living in the background of life and wanted to experience for herself what she had heard Sarna Clitner and the other Conglom womyns were gossiping about. Without telling her friends but only Bullhour, Brenda went alone and in secret to Bridal Veil Wood. She had had enough of her friends' gossip, hints, and suggestions that each of them led a more exciting sexual life than she did. And because Brenda had not said much of anything when they mentioned this man or that and ranked a man as dull, boring, hot, or heavenly, they glanced up at her briefly, waited a second for her to say something on the topic herself, but hearing nothing from Brenda, resumed their conversations. They almost stopped waiting for her to speak. It was obvious Brenda had nothing to say to them. But finally, fed up with her silent passivity, Brenda went alone--without telling them she was going--to the Wood because she wanted to force her friends to finally acknowledge that she was far beyond them in "having experiences." She would give them something to listen to alright and she would bring back photos to prove it! And she would then describe to them in great detail--her adventure in the Wood. She would go to Bridal Veil Wood to have sex with a Houyhnhnm. And in the telling of her adventure, she would hold the stage. She would be the one they looked up to. None of your Alpha Males, Horse-Womyns, or plain womyns for Brenda Carboys, no, Brenda was going to settle for nothing less than a Houyhnhnm. None of her friends had experienced that! None of her friends was married and so sex with many partners was what they openly admired. Despite being married to a weak man like Hobart, whom no one admired, Brenda was going to prove to them that she was a supremely competent womyns, a star in fact, someone to be envied. She would show them she was completely independent and confident of herself, free to enjoy any kind of experience, even sexual ones. And she would brook absolutely no interference from a mere husband either, certainly not from Hobart. All her unmarried girlfriends—and she had no married ones—seemed to think Brenda had turned some kind jellyfish or wallflower; they were contemptuous of Hobart, for one thing--he looked to them (and to her, too!) like such a loser, in bed and out. She suspected they thought she was loser like him--since she hadn't bragged of any sexual conquests, whereas Sarna Clitner and Dodi Worm, too, always were boasting of the size of their Alpha Males’ penises and what pleasure they gave them, hinting that Brenda would certainly have described the size of her husband Hobart’s if he had had a long or beautiful one, but Brenda didn’t, and so Hobart hadn’t. Brenda was outraged. The stupids! How did they know what experiences she’d had? Brenda wanted them to talk about her as a womyns to follow--a cool trend setter, somewhat reserved but a liberated womyns on fire. And so Mrs. Brenda Carboys went alone and was very lucky on her first foray into Bridal Veil Wood at night. She experienced love with a Houyhnhnm, a very beautiful one and with a gorgeous, long, thick penis. Here is what happened. When the dark fell, she became anxious and frightened, for the Horse-Womyns had warned her that Grimpses (man perverts, mancreeps, and all manner of manpaths and their molls) sometimes crossed the frontier from Conglom and crept into the wood seeking womyns for sexual satisfaction and who knows what else. These malemen could be extremely dangerous, and Brenda was terrified of an assault, especially one by a creep. But there was a full moon that clear starry night, no clouds at all, and heaven was spread with bright shining stars. She had told Hobart she was going to go shopping with Rina Figgbaum her best friend at the Runnymill Mall until 10 that night when the stores closed. Leaving Hobart, who, blinded by an irritating cow-like contentment, suspected nothing, Mrs. Carboys then got into her car, her camera concealed inside her purse, and drove alone into the land of the Horse-Womyns that she had heard so much about from Sarna and Rina. It was dusk when she arrived, showing her pass to the Comus Stabuli officer at Customs & Immigration. She then drove to the parking lot where again she presented her pass to another guard who asked her if Brenda would like a Comus Stabuli officer to accompany her into the forest although Brenda shouldn't be afraid because the Stabuli had just completed a clean and thorough sweep of Bridal Veil Wood half an hour before. Brenda declined company. Her first time in Bridal Veil, she was too nervous and did not want to be watched. Yet Mrs. Carboys thought that someday soon she should come back to flirt with this nice polite little guard in her neat white little blouse and tight white shorts, who was cute and amazingly enough was wearing a scarlet-colored silicone derivity that jutted out and bounced in midair when she walked. Most guards kept their derivities holstered, but perhaps, Brenda thought, the guard had been busy having sex with someone in the little guard house she had come out of when Brenda drove up .... Brenda drove on and parked, got out, stripped except for her sandals, grabbed her camera, and began walking. The hot evening air on her bare breasts and bottom embraced her, and if she had felt a tingle at the thought of the Comus Stabuli's dildo inside her, her present hope to encounter a Houyhnhnm set her pussy positively ablaze with anticipation. Her labia drooled. Of course she thought to herself that the imagination of a dildo would probably be more pleasurable than the actual sensation of it--life was like that--but still she had not experienced a dildo at all and secret experiences had always signified a gain in personal value to Mrs. Carboys, and so she probably should return and try the guard. She could brag later about that, too. She had been jealous of Clitner's having experienced these Horse-Womyns's freedoms first, even if she expected Clitner was greatly exaggerating Clitner's own. Clitner wasn't beautiful like Brenda was. Brenda didn't think she herself would like dildoes ... they were too firm and plasticky ... A penis instead was so soft but firm oh so wonderful. Brenda actually loved a good fuck. ... For a moment, she tried again to remember and imagine what Sarna Clitner had described about the Houyhnhnms she and Dodi had seen when they came to Bridal Veil together . . . It was almost dark but the moon brightened the white pebbled path into the dark. She could smell the pine trees and the flowers. She stopped to take a night photo of the moon in the dark trees and the black trees against the sky, and then she walked on the white path through the Wood. Minutes passed and Brenda heard no sound in the forest as she made her way up the climbing path past one meadow where there was no one, and then past another where she saw no one either. Perhaps it was too late? It was silent as well. Perhaps everyone, including the Houyhnhnms were home in bed. She would give herself only 15 minutes more, then turn back. Perhaps in one of the mountain meadows--there were 9 meadows in succession Sarna said-- she would be able to run into someone--anyone, if only a wandering womyns like herself or better yet an Alpha Male. Then the trail turned out of the trees into a meadow and there, on a rock, bright in the moonlight, was a snowy white Houyhnhnm. Even in the moonlight from 30 feet away, Brenda could see her beautiful face and large beautiful dark eyes. The Houyhnhnm look surprised and said in a soft throaty voice, "Oh, hello, don't be afraid. I'm so happy to see someone finally, especially a womyns from Conglom! I was hoping--waiting--especially for someone like you." (Because Brenda, like all Conglom citizens, had a look about them that said, "I'm starved for sex." And the Houyhnhnms had very powerful noses.) That starved hungry look is what all Houyhnhnms loved to see on anyone they had sex with--the look of very active, searching, but almost hopeless desire. When welcomed with that, the whole being of a person could come freely into play; they didn't have to "cover up" or conceal their thoughts and desires. The eager one would't stop them after the initial acquaintance, telling them "don't do that!" or saying, "no, no, some other time." With someone inhibited or dull-witted, with no imagination or jaded, having sex was only a slavery and chore. People like that were always complaining that their sensations were numb and refusing all novelty: it was called "jerky sex," clumsy and awkward and it obstructed the free flow of sex-energy and the intermingling of fragrant juices. Jerky sex was general throughout Conglom, where the aim of life was to achieve ambitions, not simplicities, to appear "cool,' and to lord your achievements and experiences over others, bragging of it constantly. Conglom people had bony souls, the Houyhnhnms all thought, and the best lovers were always simple people whose sweetness had not died under the heavy wet blankets of Uber-sublimation. Conglom people wanted to be unique and starved at their biological core. With that starved hungry look on Conglom womyns's faces, one could fulfill their desires for them, at least insofar as those desires were for such things as the body can reach. Certainly one could not reach so far into the spirit as earlier theorists believed or the communist womyns said, but the Houyhnhnm power would certainly do wonders to plump out gloomy Conglom faces. After a satisfying session with a Conglom womyns where the womyns would come repeatedly, come and come so unforgettably, a Houyhnhnm would purr to herself "I feel like such a Plumpus!" (A "Plumpus" being the ideal sexual loving affectionate happy woman of that country, not seeking for the moment anything beyond her body's warmth of sensations mixing with those of her lover, which sensations usually included the beauty of the trees and stars as well as a sheet wet with human sexual juices.) And because the Houyhnhnms had been treated with that marvelous liquor, "the Vitalis Universalis" that courses through the universe, they could penetrate deeply into a person and, in contrast to most men in Conglom, last and last and not, as the Conglom malemen did, ejaculate too early, ending their attempts at pleasure with a disappointed little squeak. This pathetic display on the part of a man encouraged much jerky sex in the hearts of Conglom womyns. But a Houyhnhnm welcomed into your heart would satisfy, even fulfill--at least momentarily, for an hour, a day, a week even-- very intense sexual desires, which desires Brenda certainly had in abundance. You would get so you would refuse nothing to a lover like that, knowing that everything would be thrilling and followed by every possible affection if not by love itself ... Looking at Brenda, the Houyhnhnm smiled beautifully and lay back so that her erection could be fully seen, and she even tugged and twisted the tip slowly to show how enjoyable it would be for her inside of Brenda. It was curving upward, hard, and erect. Brenda had never seen anything like it. Brenda realized that the Houyhnhnm of course knew exactly what Brenda certainly wanted and why she had come to Bridal Veil Wood alone and at night. Immediately Brenda felt her clitoris tingle and swell and a wetness spread--there wouldn't have to be any small talk with this beautiful Horse-Womyns, and Brenda's pussy was already flowing wet with the desire to feel that wonderful penis to be inside her. The Houyhnhnm sniffed softly, raising her head and moving it slowly side to side. "You know, I can smell you--I love it. I love your smell," said the Houyhnhnm getting down from the rock. "What is your name?" ... Her erection bobbed up and down as she got down and walked ... Brenda thought that big penis wouldn't fit in her; for a moment, the whole idea made her begin to curl up. The Houyhnhnm understood or knew what a Conglom womyns was thinking at the sight of it. "Don't worry. It won't hurt you; it's not hard but only firm; it’s so soft. Touch my tip. It is warm and soft and gives and gives, you'll see, you’ll love it." She slowly reached out for Brenda's hand, squeezed it gently, and placed Brenda’s hand on the tip of her penis. It was soft as a baby’s cheek, and Brenda was set alight by its warm velvety size. The Houyhnhnm, who was tall, brought her head closer and touched her arm first and then her shoulder. Brenda could smell her now, too. Brenda caught the smell of magnolias, rich and heavy. Then the Houyhnhnm leaned down and brushed her lips against her ear and neck. She drew back her head, so that Brenda could see her sparkling eyes. Then the Houyhnhnm kissed her lightly then warming to it kissed fully on the lips and Brenda felt her tongue nudging--- asking for Brenda’s mouth to open.

• Brenda Falls in Love with Her First Houyhnhnm

  

  After their hour-long love-making, Brenda's Houyhnhnm allowed her to take photos, which, thanks to Bullhour, Brenda knew how to do in the dark. Brenda was competitive and wanted outdo Boyfriend Bullhour, at least in the subjects of her own photography. Raoul would envy her. She would bring a photo of her conquest for him to lithgraph and put on the wall of a museum. There was a moon, which was full, yet still it is surprising that Brenda could do it as well she did considering that she had just experienced the greatest fucking of her life, and her legs, believe it or not, were weak and wobbly. The Houyhnhnm, all smiles and gladness (for she too had been more than satisfied with the enthusiasm and joy that Brenda had shown.). Had Mr. Carboys been there, he'd have been utterly humiliated and dejected by the sight of his wife so thrilled that she alternately panted, begged, screamed, moaned, and most of all, squealed. Those squeals of pleasure were such that, made in rapid succession, they were emitted in little bursts the pauses between orgasms which rapidly shortened until, during one long orgasm, it became just a long shrill note which suddenly faded to silence (suddenly because she was no longer capable of making a sound as her orgasm became too intense). This same crescendo of squealing was repeated three times over the hour. Each time Brenda had stopped counting her comings-- they became one single unified orgasm and she experienced three of these prolonged unified climaxes that seemed to combine several varieties and eventually made them one, which was when her squeals of fantastic pleasure stopped--for to cry out was too much and her mind became completed devoted to the feelings of love mixed with sensation. The Houyhnhnm, too, was grateful for having a such a marvelous partner, a partner whose imagination previously had bent itself on someone like the Houyhnhnm--a sweet sweet but powerful womyns who could offer the pleasures of warm, soft, affectionate, but extremely vigorous, sex. Everybody knows that the intensest pleasures grow green, bud, and blossom first in the mind. These imaginings began back in Conglom and continued during the feverish drive up into Bridal Veil, and were so powerful on her walk up the path. Fantasies overwhelmed every instant-- consisted of imagined sensations and even were fully disclosed in the present--and when the Houyhnhnm first touched and spread her hands over Brenda's bottom and praised her buttocks, Brenda knew what her imagination had first foretold of her happiness. That fantasy had this power was obvious because Mrs. Carboys's first orgasm occurred when the Houyhnhnm's lovely penis--about which Brenda had been dreaming for so long-- had only just slipped a few centimeters into, with some pressure of course, Mrs. Carboys's wet vagina. This was a long shuddering orgasm that lasted a full minute. She trembled during, her vagina flowed, she thought of nothing else but this fulfillment---finally and at long last. Poor Mr. Carboys! The Houyhnhnm, holding Brenda's bottom, had actually gracefully and easily lifted her up onto the penis where, for the first time in her life, Brenda had had an orgasm at the first pressure of it entering ever so slightly in and her vagina had closed around the end of the tip allowing no more insertion until her climax relaxed. For the first part of the love-making, Brenda was fucked in mid-air, so to speak. That was the first series of squeals. Afterwards, the Houyhnhnm effortlessly carried behind the rock, kissing her all the while and touching her body, and Brenda saw there on the ground a carefully prepared cozy little nest of pillows, sheets, and blankets on the far side of the rock. The Houyhnhnm lowered her down to the nest and set her down gently, kissing her cheeks, her neck while setting her down facing away on her knees, and then the Houyhnhnm noisily smooched Brenda's buttocks and parting them with her gentle hands, she then commenced to lustfully licking Mrs. Carboys's anus till it was dripping wet. Hobart would never have dreamed of doing that, but so neither in all their years together had Brenda fantasized about having sex with Hobart her own husband, and so had only been able to achieve an experience like this with a stranger! Instead, she had belittled Hobart and his possibilities secretly in her mind or in small conversations with her friends and family alluded to him in belittlement, ultimately finding him incredibly dull just as her mother warned her she would. "Why have you married him, you little fool. You don't love him except for his money!" And so poor Mr. Hobart Carboys had never been given in seven years the intense joyful love from from his wife that she provided the Houyhnhnm after an acquaintance of only three minutes.