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Mr. Ed- Hung Like a of Course - (MrEd.txt) - Are we
all like network executives? Do we ignore ideas because they're outside the
mainstream? Mr. Ed is so right for Porno-TV. It's a natural fit- well,
maybe natural isn't exactly the word to use. beast. M/F, F/horse
NOTE to historians: This episode had to be recorded in late '63 in
Mister Ed's first year or early in the second season. (see Queen for a Day and
I Dream of Jeanie)
Mr. Ed
(Hung Like a of Course))
"Willbuuur!" the handsome Palomino brayed out to his architect
"owner".
Wilbur Post had locked the lower doors of Ed's stall again and
Ed wanted to change the channel on his t.v.
Wilbur was nowhere to be found. Ed knew there was a very
important meeting with a client this afternoon and Wilbur obviously
was afraid Ed would make it hard to explain something with one of his
horse-savant antics.
Ed briefly considered throwing his bucket through the screen
which was whining out the sob of Queen for a Day, but he knew
it might be a long time before Wilbur replaced the set if he did that.
He stepped back into his stall and closed the doors to Wilbur's
office.
Wilbur hadn't rigged the doors leading outside. Ed leaned his
head down and worked the latch. He pushed the doors open and paused.
He had learned his lesson about Addison's apples. He didn't want
to start that all over again.
Ed turned back and walked into his stall. He could hear some
woman crying that she was so poor, her children had to play in the
box the television came in. He turned back.
Walking in circles was getting him nowhere. Then the torture
stopped. Someone had turned off the t.v.
"Must have forgot to turn it off," Wilbur's voice came from
behind the closed doors. "That's better now."
"What a wonderful office," came a woman's voice, "So much light."
It must be that important client. She sounded pretty.
"And what's in here?" she asked.
"My horse," Wilbur said. "It really is a as well as my
office."
"How clever," the woman said.
Ed put the pieces together. Wilbur knew Ed as well as Ed knew Wilbur. Wilbur saw the open doors and assumed Ed had gone out.
Of course he would, Ed stopped from snorting just in time. It
was the sensible thing to do when your human locked the door so you
couldn't change the channel.
And that meant Wilbur didn't think Ed was in his stall. This
time stifling a laugh, Ed stepped to the doors and tried to
peek through the gap into Wilbur's office.
All he could see was the couch and no one ever used the couch.
"I don't need a barn, but I do hope you're just as clever
designing my beach house," the woman said.
"If you'd like to look at some ideas," Wilbur said, "I have made
some preliminary sketches of a couple of ideas."
Ed strained but he couldn't see Wilbur's desk. He was going to have to wait until the woman with the sexy voice passed in front of
the couch.
"It looks like a bottle," she snickered at the first sketch.
"Round is very in these days," Wilbur said and flipped to another
design.
"That looks like a space capsule," she scoffed, "I don't see what
I have to do with an astronaut."
"A bunny hutch? A paisley shape? I have lots of ideas," Wilbur
assured her, growing a little flustered at her reaction to his
drawings.
"But none of them seem to be the right one," she said and then
asked bluntly "Do you find me attractive Mr. Post?"
"You? well... yes, of course. You're a very beautiful woman,"
Wilbur stuttered.
"If you think I'm so beautiful, then why haven't you made a pass
at me?" she asked.
It was suddenly very warm in the barn. Wilbur looked into her
very serious eyes. She wasn't joking.
"I love my very much..." Wilbur started.
"And you want to give her nice things," she finished for him.
"And to give her nice things, you have to have a job. And to have a
job you have to make me happy."
Ed's sides were shaking in silent laughter as he heard the woman
close in on Wilbur. How was he going to get out of this one?
"I think you have to know the real me before you understand what
I want," she said in a low voice.
Ed wanted to push open the doors as he heard Wilbur's reaction.
He was making strangling noises and Ed was dying to see what was
happening. But he sensed that it might ruin everything. He had to wait
and see what he could hear.
"But, but, but, but," Wilbur sounded like a motorboat.
"But nothing, I think a with vision is so exciting," she
purred the last word. "Don't you like me?"
"Please, please put your clothes on before someone comes in,"
Wilbur was panicked.
It was all Ed could do not to stamp his hooves and whinny. But
he knew he was the one Wilbur was afraid would come in. Carol and Kay
Addison were off to the city to shop. He wanted to hear what happened
next.
"Don't you want to design my beach house?" she said in a little
girl voice, "Don't you want to make me happy? I can be very, very,
grateful when I'm happy."
"Please miss, I can't I... ohhhhhhh!" Wilbur ended with a groan.
Ed was a of the world. He knew that sound. Wilbur was
getting a sniff of a filly in season.
Then they came within range. Guest star Barbara Eden was pushing
Wilbur to the couch. She was naked and Wilbur had his pants around his
knees.
"Please, miss," Wilbur was pleading again.
"Please? Do you want me to kiss it some more?" Miss Eden asked.
"No! I..." Wilbur tried to say.
"Then I guess you're ready," she said and straddled his legs.
People were strange, Ed reflected as he watched Barbara Eden
sit down on Wilbur's pole. But it was interesting the way a woman
could ride a like a and be getting fucked at the same time.
There was something to be said for flexibility.
Wilbur wasn't protesting any more. He had a slack-jawed look of
amazement on his face. Miss Eden had gotten his attention. She was
so youthful- so energetic- so naked all over. She had big, wonderful
breasts, a hot, tight and... a navel!
"Now you know the inner me!" Miss Eden was exclaiming as she
bounced on Wilbur's cock.
"You might be getting to know my son if you don't stop now!"
Wilbur cried out in panic.
Like someone long practiced in a producer's office, she slipped
off Wilbur's lap and went to her knees beside him.
Ed couldn't hold back a snort of surprise. Wilbur was letting
this woman eat his cock! Ed winced at the thought. That's a pretty
steep price to pay for being unfaithful, Ed thought.
But Wilbur, to Ed's shock, seemed to enjoy it. He was moaning and
trying to make her eat more. Wilbur bucked off the couch and Ed assumed
she had finally bitten through. He was mystified when she pulled back
and Wilbur's cock was still there, looking intact.
"There now, I bet you've got a lot of ideas," she said.
(cut to commercial)
"Wilber?" pretty Carol Post was looking for her husband.
He wasn't in the house. He wasn't in his office. Her cute little
nose wrinkled at a smell in the air.
She was too shy to name it, but she knew what it was. She looked
at Mister Ed like it was somehow his fault. He was her rival, she
thought. Wilbur spent more time with his than he did with her.
Or at least she had thought Wilbur was with Mr. Ed.
Carol looked closer at Mr. Ed and gasped. He was confirming her
suspicion about what she smelled. He was always such a polite before. She was shocked at the horsecock out of its sheath.
She had heard people talk about someone being hung like a horse,
but she had tried not to listen. Such talk made her blush. But now she
knew there was a better reason to ignore that talk. No could
possibly be endowed like that. Mr. Ed's cock was easily two feet long
and as big around - bigger around than her wrist.
"Hello, Ed, boy, you smell it too, huh?" she asked the horse.
Ed wasn't much for human females. Carol he tolerated because
Wilbur loved her. He knew how she felt about him. But she wasn't
scowling at him this time.
He saw where she was looking. Ooops. Well, he was a after
all. Certain smells made things happen and that was all there was to
that. He would feel distinctly foolish if he pulled his cock back in
now.
Any way, he was listening to what she said. Wilbur was in
trouble now. She smelled the same thing that had made his cock slide
out. He didn't know humans had that good of a sense of smell.
Ed was standing particularly still. That was odd. Somehow Carol
always had the feeling he was mocking her. Today he seemed like a
friendly horse. She patted his nose and then her eye was drawn back
to that immense thing swinging under him.
Well, what if she did take a closer look? Just because she hadn't
been raised on a was no reason to remain ignorant forever. It was
like... natural history. That's what it was.
Carol opened the gate and walked down Mr. Ed's side, trailing her
hand along his back. Ed was getting a little nervous. Carol had never
been this interested in him before.
"Carol!" he whinnied as he felt her hand touch his cock.
Her head popped up and looked around. She went to the gate
and looked left and right in the office. No one was there. She walked
to the back and looked out in the yard. No one was there.
"I must be hearing things," she said to herself. "I guess it's
my conscience telling me I'm being naughty."
Then she scowled.
"Well, I'm going to be as naughty as I want to," she declared.
"If Mr. Post can do what I think he's doing, then I can have a hobby
too!"
Mr. Ed didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. Human women
weren't supposed to wrap their hands around his cock. He couldn't risk
another outburst. Carol might ask him what Wilbur was doing. He had
to stand as still as he could and take it.
It was huge- black, mottled with pink, and with such a strange
blunt end. It was like this dangerous python and Carol felt herself
become charmed by it. I can't kiss it, she thought to herself. But
then she knew what she could do.
Ed felt warm skin against his belly. He was only noting it. His
reluctance had vanished a few strokes after Carol's grip had made it
appear. He couldn't know what was going on but it felt like Carol's
naked butt was brushing against his belly.
She had been nice to Mister Ed. Now he should be nice to her,
Carol though as she held his cock and eased back toward the head.
Goodness knows it would never fit, but she could rub herself with it
a little bit.
If she was going to have on Wilbur for the affair she
was convinced he was having, there was no one better to have it with
than Wilbur's best friend. And she knew he liked Ed more than Roger
Addison. So, she giggled, did she.
It was all he could do not to rear up. What did this human think
she was doing? Didn't she know he was a and horses have urges
that they must follow? She was going to herself.
Carol was lost. Flicks of the muscles of Ed's haunches made his
cock move against her in ways that took her will away. No thoughts of
Wilbur clouded her head. All she could feel was the burning between her
legs. It was so big. She wanted it so much.
She pressed back against Ed.
"NOOOOO! Oh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhh! Oh! Ohhhh!" Carol screamed as Ed
lifted her up on her tip-toes.
Ed heard her screams muted in the sea of hot blood that pounded
like surf in his brain. Too bad. His thoughts came in scraps amid the
press of instinctive lust. She should have known better. I can't help
it. She is tighter than a mare.
Ed thought she was dying, but he was in no condition to
studiously assess her cries.
"Ohhh! Oh God! Ohhh! Gawwwwd!" Carol's cries weren't so much
distress any more.
It had ripped her world apart when Ed's flinch had pushed the
huge cock into her cunt, but then she was too disoriented to think of
the pain as Ed did what came naturally and his thrust nearly lifted her
off her feet.
She grabbed Ed's fetlocks so she wouldn't fall and that opened
her more to his frantic humping. Before she could decide how to deal
with it, her own passion ambushed her.
She had never had one so big! No one had ever had one so big!
Her whole body was tingling and she knew the huge cock trying to go
deeper was the source. Fuck propriety! It felt good!
The pain was everyone telling her she shouldn't fuck a horse. It
wasn't as great at the feeling she got as Mister Ed hunched his
horsecock into her. This was being fulfilled!
She was going to get it, Mr. Ed knew. Even having just the tip
(10 or 11 inches) in her was enough to set him off. It was coming.
He was going to be a sire!
"Oooooooff!" Carol grunted as she air whooshed out of her.
It felt like someone had turned on a hose inside her. She wasn't
sure if it had blown her off or if she had stumbled to avoid the force.
In either case, she lay on her face in the straw of Ed's stall, a
squiring fountain of bathing her back. The moment was
blurred by the squirting from her own sex as the tremors of
orgasm made it shoot out.
Carol's drenched dress stuck suggestively to her shapely rear
as she made her spraddle-legged way back to the house for a long, hot
bath. Anyone seeing her walk would have thought she had just fucked a
horse.
{Second break}
"Yes! Yes! That's it!" Miss Eden was gushing. "It's the perfect
thing. You're decades ahead of your time!"
Certainly no one would see anything like it for some time, Wilbur
thought as he showed her the drawings of a beach house shaped like
Barbara's navel.
"Then I should get to work on it?" Wilbur asked.
"Yes, and get done quick because I'm sending all my friends to
you," she said.
"Well, Ed, that's great isn't it?" Wilbur said when she was gone.
Ed had been strangely silent while Wilbur had been working. He
had heard Ed in his stall while Miss Eden was 'inspiring' him and
wondered if Ed was feeling morally superior.
Wilbur had noticed a few things himself. He couldn't miss the
spill of semen. It stunk. He assumed Ed had a voyeuristic streak.
He was certainly going to mention it when Ed said something.
Ed was silent because he wasn't sure what to say. He knew
enough about people to realize you didn't mate with one of their
mates. Wilbur might have been wrong, but he knew it was worse to
fuck your friend's wife.
"Come on Ed, talk to me," Wilbur pleaded. "If you've got
something bothering you, we ought to talk about it.
Ed decided to take the high road. Particularly when the low
road might lead to him.
"Wiilbuur, you know that certain thing that a certain person did
that a certain saw?" Ed asked Wilbur.
"Yes, Ed, I've been waiting for you to bring that up. What do
you want?" Wilbur sighed.
"I've thought long and hard," Ed said, out the suspense,
"And I've decided that will be boys. I'm not going to say anything
about it."
"Ed, you're a great horse," Wilbur said and hugged Ed's neck.
{credits roll}
Wilbur is wondering what Ed did that made him so understanding
and when he'll find out.
Ed is hoping Carol doesn't foal.
Carol is wondering when she'll stop hearing echoes inside her
cunt every time she takes a step.
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