We'll certainly give them that, and I'm
sure we'll give them a lot more."
The smile came over her face and she went over and lay in a corner of
the stable. She closed her eyes, and soon she was asleep. She had a
dream about Jocko, and it was quite similar to Beatrice's dream. It was
also quite similar to Tom's story about that girl. Actually it was
similar to a lot of things that she could think of, and which she did
after Beatrice woke her up in the middle of it.
"I was dreaming," she said to Beatrice as she rubbed her eyes.
Beatrice laughed, and then stopped her laugh short. "I could tell that
by the look on your face just before I woke you. I knew you were
dreaming about tonight or something connected with tonight. Maybe you
were even dreaming my dream."
"It was certainly like it in many ways," Vicky said, letting Beatrice
help her to her feet.
Without warning she pressed right into Beatrice and kissed her full on
the mouth. She got her arms around Beatrice and squeezed her tight and
then got her hands under Beatrice's dress and down under her panties
and right on her ass. She rubbed Beatrice's ass with a hard, circular
motion, and then she began to finger Beatrice's asshole.
It was just when Beatrice went to do that to her that Vicky pulled away
just as quickly as she had started the whole thing.
"That was just a sample of something you might get in the future if you
did everything I told you," Vicky said, "and did them right. They have
to be done right."
"Of course they were," Beatrice said, still suffering from what was a
blatant rejection to her way of thinking. "After all, it was my dream,
and I know it better than even you. I even had that platform built.
Just like the one that was in my dream. You'll see that I didn't forget
one of those little details you told me to do before."
"Are they betting on me or Jocko?" Vicky then asked.
"On both of you," Beatrice responded.
"Did you bet my money on me?" Vicky then asked.
"And my money and James' money," Beatrice responded. "We'll really
clean up if you win. And you're right. It is more fun to win money than
to just have it when you want it. I can feel it even before we win it."
"I knew you would," Vicky said. "Well, it's almost time."
"Should I lead the horse in for you?" Beatrice asked.
"Hmmmm, I wonder about that?" Vicky seemed puzzled all of a sudden.
"Should it be you or someone else? I think maybe it should be a man."
"James?" Beatrice asked.
"No, not James," Vicky spouted off without even giving it a second
thought. "I think it should be Phil. Yes, Phil. He helped me once
before with his own horse, and he can help me again. Go get a jockey
named Phil. He was that one we first saw with that old man. The first
two people we saw when we got here. Tell him what I expect of him, and
tell him firmly. He's afraid of his own shadow, and he'll be afraid of
you if you talk to him firmly."
Beatrice walked out of the stable again. Vicky began to think if she
should go out naked, or with her clothes on. It was a shame she didn't
have that white outfit she had worn in Beatrice's dream. That would
really look like something.
It didn't really matter all that much though. All she needed was her
body and Jocko's cock. That was all. Anything else was unnecessary, no
matter how nice it might have looked.
She looked outside and saw that it was starting to get dark. She saw
Phil come in the stable right then. She smiled at him and then walked
quickly past him and outside into the night air. All the people from
the track were formed in a circle down a ways from her. Laughingly
almost, she surveyed the crowd and then started through it as the
circle moved apart so that she could get to the extreme middle where
the small platform was. She didn't even look at any of the people. She
just lay down on her back on the platform and let her legs dangle over
the sides.
She had her legs spread wide apart and her cunt was wide open because
of that.
"Just look at that pussy," she heard someone say. "She can fuck
anything."
"Anything but a horse," someone else said.
"Want to place a side bet on that?" the first voice said again.
"Don't mind if I do," the second voice replied.
Then she didn't hear anything although everyone around her was talking
to one another. Her thoughts about Jocko's cock blotted out anything
else than might interfere with the memories she had already. She would
have more memories after tonight. More things to remember whenever she
thought about that huge cock.
"And I'll think about it often," she whispered under her breath.
Even though she didn't really have to since no one would have been able
to hear her above the noise they themselves were making with their
chatter, she preferred to keep this opinion to herself.
Then she heard Beatrice's soft voice next to her ear. Beatrice was
right next to her and leaning over her. "I know you're going to come
out of this okay, and that's not what I'm concerned about though. I
want you to fuck him for the both of us, okay? Will you do that? It was
my dream, and I deserve something out of it."
Vicky shut her eyes and was quiet for what seemed like the longest time
to Beatrice who was patiently waiting for her answer. An answer she
really felt would be another one of Vicky's rejections. I better get
used to her rejections, Beatrice said to herself bitterly, I'll be
getting a lot more in the future. A lot more.
Finally Vicky spoke up. "Of course I'll fuck him for the both of us, I
was going to anyway. You see, you were wrong this time. I didn't reject
you like you expected me to. And I didn't do that because I knew you
expected it."
She gave that funny laugh of hers.
"Tell Phil to bring Jocko now," she said out loud so everyone could
hear. She had shouted it at the top of her lungs and everyone had heard
her above all their own noise. They stopped talking and looked at her.
They were spellbound by her naked body. They all wanted it for their
own. To fuck and to do whatever else they wanted to it.
"She was here before," she heard someone say. "I got a hard-on the
minute I saw her. I wanted to fuck her in the worst way, and I still do
for that matter. I'm sure I'll spend the rest of my life wanting to
fuck her."
"So will the rest of us," another voice said.
They made way for Phil and the horse and Phil brought the horse right
up to the edge of the platform. Vicky could feel Jocko licking the
bottoms of her feet. Everything he does feels good to me, Vicky said to
herself, feeling Jocko's tongue flick up and down the bottoms of both
her feet.
The platform was right between Jocko's legs now, and he was moving up
alongside of her body. His underside brushed against her thighs, her
hairy mound, her stomach, and her tits. When they brushed against her
tits Vicky could feel both her nipples get rigid and stay rigid.
She could feel his cock hanging down from his body and pressing into
her stomach. She grabbed hold of it in both hands without having to
look at it or for it. With something this big, you just had to feel for
it. You just had to sense it. And you could each and every time like
she just had.
Vicky pressed Jocko's cock into her stomach harder, and she raised
herself off the platform somewhat and pressed her stomach against his
cock as hard as she could. She pressed the head right into her belly
button, and that felt so good, and she began to move it around against
her belly button in a circular motion.
She could feel the strings on Jocko's cock and she smiled to herself.
Beatrice certainly had remembered everything, hadn't she? Every single
thing. Not a thing was missing except for that white outfit, and of
course it wasn't Beatrice's fault that she couldn't get that item.
Vicky was now stroking the head of Jocko's cock, and she was stroking
it as gently as she knew how. This will really get him, she thought.
I'm sure he loves this as much as I love doing it. He really does. And
thinking that, she kept it up for a few more minutes before she moved
her hands farther down on his cock.
She was lifting her hips off the platform now and she was getting his
cock right between her legs. She was rubbing the head of his cock back
and forth on her clit. That made her quiver inside and it made her
start to squirm. She could feel her cunt lips getting wet with her sex
juices already.
Her cunt lips were really wet when she rubbed the hard cock against
them. Actually she had been doing that right along since the head of
Jocko's cock was so wide, and she wasn't that wide across. She was
pressing into him and rotating her hips in a circular motion. She was
rotating her hips in one direction and moving his cock in the opposite
direction.
That created all kinds of sensations inside her. Sensations that filled
up her body and made her shake even more and squirm a little more.
Inside she was already a mass of quivers. Inside she was already
overflowing with her cunt liquids. They were flowing right out of her;
almost gushing out of her.
Now she eased the head of his cock into her cunt. That seemed to fill
her up already. Maybe she wouldn't be able to get him all in, and then
she would lose the bet. No, she said to herself, you will get all of
him inside you. You will. Not because of the bet. No, not because of
that. You'll do it for more important reasons than that. Much more
important reasons.
She could hear the people start to clap. They were clapping rather
softly and rather timidly. They're all afraid to make me do what they
are dying to see, she thought to herself. They are really afraid to see
it.
"Clap louder," she said, yelling like she had that one time before.
"Clap louder or I'll stop right now. You wouldn't want that would you?
No, I'm sure you don't. You want to see this, and I want to do it for
you. Now clap louder or else I'll just get up and walk off right now.
Did you hear me?"
No one said a word, but they all began to clap as loud as they could.
They clapped so loud and so hard and so fast that their hands hurt them
in no time, but still they kept right on clapping because they knew
what would happen if they didn't.
"That's it," Vicky said, easing another inch of Jocko's cock inside her
until she could feel the second piece of string, "now you're clapping
the right way. Keep it up though. The minute you stop, I stop. And you
don't want that. None of you here wants that. Not even my husband. He
wants it more than all of you put together."
Then she didn't say another word the whole time. She worked around
those first two inches that were inside her, and the fullness that she
felt, plus the warmth, was making her head spin already. That was just
what it was doing. She could feel her tits heaving up and down so very
fast.
That's the way to do it, she said to herself, coaching herself along.
That's just the way to do it. She closed her cunt muscles around that
part of his cock that was in her, and she closed them around his cock
just as hard as she could. That made more of her sex juices flow.
She heard the clapping get louder, and that's when she eased another
inch of his cock inside her. She felt that third piece of string and
again she stopped. Again she began to work on that part of Jocko's cock
that was now inside her. Now it was three inches, and before too long,
it would be four, and five, etc.
She just knew that she was going to be able to get Jocko's whole cock
inside her. At last she knew that she wanted to, and that was all that
mattered to her. If she wanted to, then she could. It was that simple.
It had to be. She rotated her hips more and more and that seemed to
excite Jocko, not that he needed to be excited. He was that already.
For some reason she opened her eyes. That's when she saw the leather
strap that was hanging down under Jocko's underside. She could tell
that it went all around his middle like those strings went around his
cock. It was something she could use, like that time with Chris' horse,
when she had raised herself on the stirrups.
Now she didn't really have to use this strap, the platform did all that
for her. But she would use it because she wanted to. She could make it
feel better that way. She could really hump away on him and really
throw her cunt open wide. She thought of that and more as she grabbed
hold of the strap.
She pulled herself up on it and she lowered herself down on his cock so
that another inch of his cock went into her. She felt the fourth
string. She felt warmer and fuller now. His cock felt as if it was
expanding inside her. Expanding both in roundness and in length.
"Oh, please," she said under her breath, "keep feeling like this the
whole time. Let me feel you feel like this the whole time that you are
in me." And she was sure that that was how he would feel the whole time
that he was in her. Now she moved around those four inches like she had
the first three, the first two, and even the very first inch that went
in her. An inch of his cock seemed longer than the inch of some other
cock.
Now she could feel her sex juices really starting to pour out of her,
and she could feel his cock throbbing away as he got ready to fill her
with his hot, sticky, slimy cream. She could feel it building up inside
him, and she could also feel that it was just busting to get out and in
her.
The clapping continued. And now it was as loud as it would ever get.
They were clapping with all their might, and they were stomping their
feet, and they were yelling at the top of their lungs for her to take
the whole cock inside her. That was what they wanted now. They wanted
it all in her.
They couldn't take this inch at a time stuff. Not any more. They wanted
her to finish the job now. Get it all inside her and just work out on
it until she was drained or the horse was drained. This is what they
were watching for anyway.
I think I'll tease them a little more, Vicky said, easing in just
another inch of Jocko's cock, and that was all. Let them really scream
for me to shove it all inside me. And they will soon. Soon enough
they'll be screaming just the way I want them to. And it'll be before I
get another inch inside me.
As usual she was right about those things. She heard them screaming at
the very top of their lungs for her to shove it into her all the way.
She felt her body relax somewhat, and she felt herself opening her
thighs wider, thus opening her cunt wider. It's amazing how big I am
inside, she thought to herself, as she got ready to take in the rest of
Jocko's cock.
She knew there was a lot more left, but she always knew that she would
get it all in her. She had done it in Beatrice's dream, and she would
do it now. Yes, she most certainly would. Yes, Beatrice, she almost
said out loud, this is for the both of us. It is indeed for you just
like it's for me. Your dream made it possible, you know.
She began to grind into Jocko's cock harder and harder, and then she
could feel the rest of his cock sliding right inside her. It went in
her so very fast that it took her breath away, what little breath she
had left. It was like a sharp pointed knife going in her. Yes, that was
just what it was.
Either that or a hard metal stake. Now it was driven right up inside of
her, and she could feel his bag-like balls slapping hard against her
ass. He was ramming his cock in and out of her, and he was actually
fucking her now. He was actually fucking her as if she was a female
horse.
You never had a more responsive fuck than me, she said to herself,
humping hard into his groin, feeling it go so far inside her on every
inward stroke. It seemed to split her in half, and she thought she felt
her whole body getting ready to explode. And that was just what she did
feel.
She really did feel as if her whole body was going to split into a
million pieces and just go flying off in all directions at once. Watch
out for my pieces, she felt like yelling at the audience that was more
frantic now than before. They were seeing just what they wanted to see,
what they had wanted to see right from the beginning.
Vicky really had teased them beyond the breaking point, and that was
why they were now acting this way. They were mad people. They were
animals. They were grunting and groaning as if it was them that was
fucking her. Right then every single one of them felt as if he was
fucking her.
Vicky could feel that and it turned her on to the breaking point. And
now that she was at the breaking point she could feel Jocko getting
more ready to explode. More ready than he was a few seconds ago. More
ready than he had been the whole time. Yes, it's going to happen very
soon, she told herself.
It was going to happen soon, and it was all going to happen to her, and
she and Jocko were the ones who were going to make it happen. Only they
could make something like this happen, and they were on the verge of
doing just that. They seemed to stay on the verge for the longest time.
Vicky could feel herself still building to her climax and she could
feel her whole body going soft inside. Her cunt was so sore that she
thought she would never be able to fuck again. He was stroking her so
hard inside, and he kept stroking her harder and harder inside.
That hard, burning cock flesh of his was making the inside of her pussy
burn more than it ever had before, and that was because it was burning
so much. It was burning to the point where she thought it would go up
in flames almost. And of course she felt the very same way inside.
He came into her first, and that sudden jerk, and that first gush of
come, sent her flying in space. It went right through her whole body
once, and then it went through her whole body a second and a third
time. Then on came his come, and that did the exact same thing.
That seemed to go all through her, and she was flying higher in space.
This must be what it's like to be high on drugs, she thought. I got
there with them. I can get there anytime that I want to. And I'm sure
I'll want to many, many times. She felt her own orgasm then, and that
shook her as much as his orgasm had. Her own come seemed to go all
through her also.
There was a steady stream of come pouring out of his still very hard
cock, and she tried to keep as much of it inside her cunt as she
possibly could. Naturally she couldn't keep it all inside her cunt.
There was just too much of him. She felt his come dripping down her
thighs and under her ass.
His sticky, hot cream seemed to be everywhere, and even places where it
wasn't. Where she knew that it wasn't. It didn't matter though. She
could feel it in those places as well. She could feel it all inside
her, and all over the outside of her. It was burning her flesh up.
Inside, it was making her quiver so much that she didn't think she
would ever be able to stop. Of course, she didn't want to stop either.
The people seemed to have died on her, but that was because they knew
that she had had an orgasm and that Jocko had had an orgasm. Now they
waited to see who would be drained first.
Vicky could feel herself getting quite limp, almost to the point where
she felt like she was going to black out. She didn't though, and she
was amazed by the fact that she didn't. She was already set to lose the
bet now. It didn't matter one way or the other.
What really mattered was what Jocko had just done to her, and what he
was still doing to her. Nothing else but that made any real difference
to her. Certainly not some stupid bet that she hadn't cared about to
begin with. That was just an excuse, a reason to do what she had done,
and what she was still doing.
Now she knew that she would never need an excuse to do anything with
Jocko anytime. She had all the reasons in the world for doing what she
knew she was going to be doing from now on. They would take Jocko back
first thing tomorrow, and she would drive him. That way, she knew he
would get back.
Jocko's cock was still exploding inside, and then the last of his come
just dripped into her. She yelled at him to leave it in her as if she
really thought that he could understand.
"No," she finally said at the very top of her lungs so that everyone
could hear her--even though that had not been her intention, she had
only wanted Jocko to hear her, and he didn't seem to hear her at all,
"No, Jocko, stay deep inside me where you belong. Stay in me, Jocko. I
want more of you. I want much more."
She kept yelling that over and over, even after Jocko was no longer
inside her, and even after he was no longer hard enough so he could get
back in her. Everyone stared at her in total disbelief. She had taken
all that from that horse and now she was begging for more. She was
actually demanding more, and wanting more. How could that be?
Vicky could feel herself getting dizzier and dizzier. They didn't see
that though. All they saw was her trying desperately to grab for his
cock so that she could get him back inside her. That was all they saw,
and to them, that was all they had to see. She had won. She had
outlasted the horse.
Vicky was really beside herself when James picked her up and carried
her back to the stable. All the other people paid or collected their
bets, and then drifted off to their own rooms to dream about what they
had just seen. Beatrice collected all the bets for James, herself, and
Vicky. It came to quite a bit.
James had put Vicky in the bed and then he left her there and went
outside where Beatrice was standing with all the money in her hand. She
wasn't counting it just yet, and instead she was just waving it about
in the air above her head. It wasn't the money that excited her though.
"It happened the same way that it did in my dream," she yelled, knowing
full well that he didn't have the faintest idea what she was talking
about. That was one little detail she had left out, and probably the
only one, but it was most likely the most important thing she could
have told him, and didn't. And she didn't plan on telling him now
either.
"She did it for the both of us," she then said, and with that she
collapsed on the ground on her knees. She could feel the rocks digging
into her soft knee caps and cutting her, but she didn't have the will
or the energy to get up. She had used it all in that one last yell.
James just looked at her and shook his head.
"I know it can't be the money that's got you this way," he said. "How
could it when we've had so much of it all our lives? No, you actually
thought it was you the horse was fucking. And you can feel him still
fucking you right this very minute."
Beatrice just nodded her head.
"I thought as much," James said, picking her up off the ground. "You're
just like her now, or she's just like you. It's hard to tell at this
point just who became this way first. I know I can't tell, and I'm not
even going to bother to."
Chapter 9
James then carried Beatrice into the stable, first lifting her high in
his arms, and then going right through the open stable doors. He took
her in the small room where Vicky was in one bed and already asleep,
and he lay Beatrice down in the other one, and she was asleep before
her head hit the pillow.
James watched them both for a few minutes longer, and then he went back
outside. First he took a look at Jocko who seemed all done in. He had
to laugh at that, and he patted Jocko on the flanks before he went
outside. It was pitch black out and it was more than just chilly.
James felt a sudden chill and then he felt a slight degree of fear,
although he wasn't exactly sure just what it was that he was supposed
to be afraid of. Not being able to think of anything, he drove the
thought, and even the fear from his mind. He had more important things
to think about and worry about than some unknown fear.
He couldn't see very well, and he made his way very cautiously in what
he thought was the direction of the parking lot where Vicky had parked
the car (he had flown up on a private plane himself and that was why he
had gotten there before they did). He stumbled and almost fell more
than once.
Finally when he reached the car--and it seemed like it took him a full
hour to get there--he opened the door and climbed in the back seat. He
lay down full length in the back seat, and before he knew it he was
asleep. And then, before he was halfway through his dream, a hand was
shaking him awake.
It turned out to be Beatrice.
"What time is it?" he asked,
"I don't know," she responded. "My watch stopped, and I haven't
bothered to ask anyone. We'll find out soon enough."
"How is Vicky?" he then asked, as if he was afraid to, and in a way he
was.
"Your little wife is doing fine," Beatrice chimed, meaning every word
because she wanted to more than anything else in the world. "In fact,
she's out horseback riding and has been for a few hours now. I guess
she got up at the crack of dawn, and she's been riding around that
track ever since. She looks good on a horse."
"As good as she looks under a horse?" he asked.
"Probably," Beatrice replied, adding nothing further because she could
sense his bad mood.
"That horse could have fallen on her and killed her," he said, not
knowing if he was angry because it hadn't done that, or just mad at
himself for wanting it to happen, and yet glad that it didn't.
"I hear some queen or something died like that," Beatrice said. "I read
it in this history book that told about the sex lives of royalty. This
queen, or whatever she was, loved horses, and she wouldn't let anything
else fuck her. Nothing or no one at all. She just liked big, ugly work
horses though and not racing horses. The bigger and uglier they were
the better she liked it. She said that they had bigger cocks than all
the other horses. Anyway, she was going at this one horse, and she had
this contraption set up where the horse was almost standing up on his
back legs. She was riding him good with everything she had when the
cables broke and he just fell right on top of her and killed her. They
don't tell things like that in the average history book. You have to
look for those things, and I did. I'm glad I did too."
"I'll just bet you are," James sneered.
He was now out of the car and he was standing up straight on his two
feet. His heart felt as if it had been stepped on, and his mouth felt
dry, and his legs felt a little shaky, but other than that, he was more
or less awake.
"I still say she could have gotten killed and I don't think that people
should let those things happen," he said, raising his voice more than
he intended to. "It is downright perverted, and it means that she's
nothing but a pervert. And a race track pervert at that."
"You knew that when you married her," Beatrice said, feeling she had to
defend Vicky. "You forced her even. She didn't force you and you know
it. If you don't like what you got, it's too late to cry about it now.
You made the original choice, and now you just have to live with it the
best way you can."
"I could always divorce her," he then shot back at her like the angry
child he felt like right then. "I have ample grounds and I have plenty
of witnesses."
Beatrice looked at him and laughed out loud, almost splitting a gut as
she did so. "Who the hell do you think you're kidding? You won't
divorce her and you know it. You divorced the other two when you found
them in bed with me, but you wouldn't divorce her if you found her in
bed with me."
And James knew he wouldn't. No matter what he said, it was all just
talk. Somewhere, deep inside of his being was a spirit, a wraith that
needed and wanted all of which he now so openly condemned. 'Pervert'
and 'perversion' were words to throw, open defenses of himself for all
the world to see but only words. Deep within his own being he knew that
he must answer the nagging, desperate needs of his and her own flesh.
The End
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sure we'll give them a lot more."
The smile came over her face and she went over and lay in a corner of
the stable. She closed her eyes, and soon she was asleep. She had a
dream about Jocko, and it was quite similar to Beatrice's dream. It was
also quite similar to Tom's story about that girl. Actually it was
similar to a lot of things that she could think of, and which she did
after Beatrice woke her up in the middle of it.
"I was dreaming," she said to Beatrice as she rubbed her eyes.
Beatrice laughed, and then stopped her laugh short. "I could tell that
by the look on your face just before I woke you. I knew you were
dreaming about tonight or something connected with tonight. Maybe you
were even dreaming my dream."
"It was certainly like it in many ways," Vicky said, letting Beatrice
help her to her feet.
Without warning she pressed right into Beatrice and kissed her full on
the mouth. She got her arms around Beatrice and squeezed her tight and
then got her hands under Beatrice's dress and down under her panties
and right on her ass. She rubbed Beatrice's ass with a hard, circular
motion, and then she began to finger Beatrice's asshole.
It was just when Beatrice went to do that to her that Vicky pulled away
just as quickly as she had started the whole thing.
"That was just a sample of something you might get in the future if you
did everything I told you," Vicky said, "and did them right. They have
to be done right."
"Of course they were," Beatrice said, still suffering from what was a
blatant rejection to her way of thinking. "After all, it was my dream,
and I know it better than even you. I even had that platform built.
Just like the one that was in my dream. You'll see that I didn't forget
one of those little details you told me to do before."
"Are they betting on me or Jocko?" Vicky then asked.
"On both of you," Beatrice responded.
"Did you bet my money on me?" Vicky then asked.
"And my money and James' money," Beatrice responded. "We'll really
clean up if you win. And you're right. It is more fun to win money than
to just have it when you want it. I can feel it even before we win it."
"I knew you would," Vicky said. "Well, it's almost time."
"Should I lead the horse in for you?" Beatrice asked.
"Hmmmm, I wonder about that?" Vicky seemed puzzled all of a sudden.
"Should it be you or someone else? I think maybe it should be a man."
"James?" Beatrice asked.
"No, not James," Vicky spouted off without even giving it a second
thought. "I think it should be Phil. Yes, Phil. He helped me once
before with his own horse, and he can help me again. Go get a jockey
named Phil. He was that one we first saw with that old man. The first
two people we saw when we got here. Tell him what I expect of him, and
tell him firmly. He's afraid of his own shadow, and he'll be afraid of
you if you talk to him firmly."
Beatrice walked out of the stable again. Vicky began to think if she
should go out naked, or with her clothes on. It was a shame she didn't
have that white outfit she had worn in Beatrice's dream. That would
really look like something.
It didn't really matter all that much though. All she needed was her
body and Jocko's cock. That was all. Anything else was unnecessary, no
matter how nice it might have looked.
She looked outside and saw that it was starting to get dark. She saw
Phil come in the stable right then. She smiled at him and then walked
quickly past him and outside into the night air. All the people from
the track were formed in a circle down a ways from her. Laughingly
almost, she surveyed the crowd and then started through it as the
circle moved apart so that she could get to the extreme middle where
the small platform was. She didn't even look at any of the people. She
just lay down on her back on the platform and let her legs dangle over
the sides.
She had her legs spread wide apart and her cunt was wide open because
of that.
"Just look at that pussy," she heard someone say. "She can fuck
anything."
"Anything but a horse," someone else said.
"Want to place a side bet on that?" the first voice said again.
"Don't mind if I do," the second voice replied.
Then she didn't hear anything although everyone around her was talking
to one another. Her thoughts about Jocko's cock blotted out anything
else than might interfere with the memories she had already. She would
have more memories after tonight. More things to remember whenever she
thought about that huge cock.
"And I'll think about it often," she whispered under her breath.
Even though she didn't really have to since no one would have been able
to hear her above the noise they themselves were making with their
chatter, she preferred to keep this opinion to herself.
Then she heard Beatrice's soft voice next to her ear. Beatrice was
right next to her and leaning over her. "I know you're going to come
out of this okay, and that's not what I'm concerned about though. I
want you to fuck him for the both of us, okay? Will you do that? It was
my dream, and I deserve something out of it."
Vicky shut her eyes and was quiet for what seemed like the longest time
to Beatrice who was patiently waiting for her answer. An answer she
really felt would be another one of Vicky's rejections. I better get
used to her rejections, Beatrice said to herself bitterly, I'll be
getting a lot more in the future. A lot more.
Finally Vicky spoke up. "Of course I'll fuck him for the both of us, I
was going to anyway. You see, you were wrong this time. I didn't reject
you like you expected me to. And I didn't do that because I knew you
expected it."
She gave that funny laugh of hers.
"Tell Phil to bring Jocko now," she said out loud so everyone could
hear. She had shouted it at the top of her lungs and everyone had heard
her above all their own noise. They stopped talking and looked at her.
They were spellbound by her naked body. They all wanted it for their
own. To fuck and to do whatever else they wanted to it.
"She was here before," she heard someone say. "I got a hard-on the
minute I saw her. I wanted to fuck her in the worst way, and I still do
for that matter. I'm sure I'll spend the rest of my life wanting to
fuck her."
"So will the rest of us," another voice said.
They made way for Phil and the horse and Phil brought the horse right
up to the edge of the platform. Vicky could feel Jocko licking the
bottoms of her feet. Everything he does feels good to me, Vicky said to
herself, feeling Jocko's tongue flick up and down the bottoms of both
her feet.
The platform was right between Jocko's legs now, and he was moving up
alongside of her body. His underside brushed against her thighs, her
hairy mound, her stomach, and her tits. When they brushed against her
tits Vicky could feel both her nipples get rigid and stay rigid.
She could feel his cock hanging down from his body and pressing into
her stomach. She grabbed hold of it in both hands without having to
look at it or for it. With something this big, you just had to feel for
it. You just had to sense it. And you could each and every time like
she just had.
Vicky pressed Jocko's cock into her stomach harder, and she raised
herself off the platform somewhat and pressed her stomach against his
cock as hard as she could. She pressed the head right into her belly
button, and that felt so good, and she began to move it around against
her belly button in a circular motion.
She could feel the strings on Jocko's cock and she smiled to herself.
Beatrice certainly had remembered everything, hadn't she? Every single
thing. Not a thing was missing except for that white outfit, and of
course it wasn't Beatrice's fault that she couldn't get that item.
Vicky was now stroking the head of Jocko's cock, and she was stroking
it as gently as she knew how. This will really get him, she thought.
I'm sure he loves this as much as I love doing it. He really does. And
thinking that, she kept it up for a few more minutes before she moved
her hands farther down on his cock.
She was lifting her hips off the platform now and she was getting his
cock right between her legs. She was rubbing the head of his cock back
and forth on her clit. That made her quiver inside and it made her
start to squirm. She could feel her cunt lips getting wet with her sex
juices already.
Her cunt lips were really wet when she rubbed the hard cock against
them. Actually she had been doing that right along since the head of
Jocko's cock was so wide, and she wasn't that wide across. She was
pressing into him and rotating her hips in a circular motion. She was
rotating her hips in one direction and moving his cock in the opposite
direction.
That created all kinds of sensations inside her. Sensations that filled
up her body and made her shake even more and squirm a little more.
Inside she was already a mass of quivers. Inside she was already
overflowing with her cunt liquids. They were flowing right out of her;
almost gushing out of her.
Now she eased the head of his cock into her cunt. That seemed to fill
her up already. Maybe she wouldn't be able to get him all in, and then
she would lose the bet. No, she said to herself, you will get all of
him inside you. You will. Not because of the bet. No, not because of
that. You'll do it for more important reasons than that. Much more
important reasons.
She could hear the people start to clap. They were clapping rather
softly and rather timidly. They're all afraid to make me do what they
are dying to see, she thought to herself. They are really afraid to see
it.
"Clap louder," she said, yelling like she had that one time before.
"Clap louder or I'll stop right now. You wouldn't want that would you?
No, I'm sure you don't. You want to see this, and I want to do it for
you. Now clap louder or else I'll just get up and walk off right now.
Did you hear me?"
No one said a word, but they all began to clap as loud as they could.
They clapped so loud and so hard and so fast that their hands hurt them
in no time, but still they kept right on clapping because they knew
what would happen if they didn't.
"That's it," Vicky said, easing another inch of Jocko's cock inside her
until she could feel the second piece of string, "now you're clapping
the right way. Keep it up though. The minute you stop, I stop. And you
don't want that. None of you here wants that. Not even my husband. He
wants it more than all of you put together."
Then she didn't say another word the whole time. She worked around
those first two inches that were inside her, and the fullness that she
felt, plus the warmth, was making her head spin already. That was just
what it was doing. She could feel her tits heaving up and down so very
fast.
That's the way to do it, she said to herself, coaching herself along.
That's just the way to do it. She closed her cunt muscles around that
part of his cock that was in her, and she closed them around his cock
just as hard as she could. That made more of her sex juices flow.
She heard the clapping get louder, and that's when she eased another
inch of his cock inside her. She felt that third piece of string and
again she stopped. Again she began to work on that part of Jocko's cock
that was now inside her. Now it was three inches, and before too long,
it would be four, and five, etc.
She just knew that she was going to be able to get Jocko's whole cock
inside her. At last she knew that she wanted to, and that was all that
mattered to her. If she wanted to, then she could. It was that simple.
It had to be. She rotated her hips more and more and that seemed to
excite Jocko, not that he needed to be excited. He was that already.
For some reason she opened her eyes. That's when she saw the leather
strap that was hanging down under Jocko's underside. She could tell
that it went all around his middle like those strings went around his
cock. It was something she could use, like that time with Chris' horse,
when she had raised herself on the stirrups.
Now she didn't really have to use this strap, the platform did all that
for her. But she would use it because she wanted to. She could make it
feel better that way. She could really hump away on him and really
throw her cunt open wide. She thought of that and more as she grabbed
hold of the strap.
She pulled herself up on it and she lowered herself down on his cock so
that another inch of his cock went into her. She felt the fourth
string. She felt warmer and fuller now. His cock felt as if it was
expanding inside her. Expanding both in roundness and in length.
"Oh, please," she said under her breath, "keep feeling like this the
whole time. Let me feel you feel like this the whole time that you are
in me." And she was sure that that was how he would feel the whole time
that he was in her. Now she moved around those four inches like she had
the first three, the first two, and even the very first inch that went
in her. An inch of his cock seemed longer than the inch of some other
cock.
Now she could feel her sex juices really starting to pour out of her,
and she could feel his cock throbbing away as he got ready to fill her
with his hot, sticky, slimy cream. She could feel it building up inside
him, and she could also feel that it was just busting to get out and in
her.
The clapping continued. And now it was as loud as it would ever get.
They were clapping with all their might, and they were stomping their
feet, and they were yelling at the top of their lungs for her to take
the whole cock inside her. That was what they wanted now. They wanted
it all in her.
They couldn't take this inch at a time stuff. Not any more. They wanted
her to finish the job now. Get it all inside her and just work out on
it until she was drained or the horse was drained. This is what they
were watching for anyway.
I think I'll tease them a little more, Vicky said, easing in just
another inch of Jocko's cock, and that was all. Let them really scream
for me to shove it all inside me. And they will soon. Soon enough
they'll be screaming just the way I want them to. And it'll be before I
get another inch inside me.
As usual she was right about those things. She heard them screaming at
the very top of their lungs for her to shove it into her all the way.
She felt her body relax somewhat, and she felt herself opening her
thighs wider, thus opening her cunt wider. It's amazing how big I am
inside, she thought to herself, as she got ready to take in the rest of
Jocko's cock.
She knew there was a lot more left, but she always knew that she would
get it all in her. She had done it in Beatrice's dream, and she would
do it now. Yes, she most certainly would. Yes, Beatrice, she almost
said out loud, this is for the both of us. It is indeed for you just
like it's for me. Your dream made it possible, you know.
She began to grind into Jocko's cock harder and harder, and then she
could feel the rest of his cock sliding right inside her. It went in
her so very fast that it took her breath away, what little breath she
had left. It was like a sharp pointed knife going in her. Yes, that was
just what it was.
Either that or a hard metal stake. Now it was driven right up inside of
her, and she could feel his bag-like balls slapping hard against her
ass. He was ramming his cock in and out of her, and he was actually
fucking her now. He was actually fucking her as if she was a female
horse.
You never had a more responsive fuck than me, she said to herself,
humping hard into his groin, feeling it go so far inside her on every
inward stroke. It seemed to split her in half, and she thought she felt
her whole body getting ready to explode. And that was just what she did
feel.
She really did feel as if her whole body was going to split into a
million pieces and just go flying off in all directions at once. Watch
out for my pieces, she felt like yelling at the audience that was more
frantic now than before. They were seeing just what they wanted to see,
what they had wanted to see right from the beginning.
Vicky really had teased them beyond the breaking point, and that was
why they were now acting this way. They were mad people. They were
animals. They were grunting and groaning as if it was them that was
fucking her. Right then every single one of them felt as if he was
fucking her.
Vicky could feel that and it turned her on to the breaking point. And
now that she was at the breaking point she could feel Jocko getting
more ready to explode. More ready than he was a few seconds ago. More
ready than he had been the whole time. Yes, it's going to happen very
soon, she told herself.
It was going to happen soon, and it was all going to happen to her, and
she and Jocko were the ones who were going to make it happen. Only they
could make something like this happen, and they were on the verge of
doing just that. They seemed to stay on the verge for the longest time.
Vicky could feel herself still building to her climax and she could
feel her whole body going soft inside. Her cunt was so sore that she
thought she would never be able to fuck again. He was stroking her so
hard inside, and he kept stroking her harder and harder inside.
That hard, burning cock flesh of his was making the inside of her pussy
burn more than it ever had before, and that was because it was burning
so much. It was burning to the point where she thought it would go up
in flames almost. And of course she felt the very same way inside.
He came into her first, and that sudden jerk, and that first gush of
come, sent her flying in space. It went right through her whole body
once, and then it went through her whole body a second and a third
time. Then on came his come, and that did the exact same thing.
That seemed to go all through her, and she was flying higher in space.
This must be what it's like to be high on drugs, she thought. I got
there with them. I can get there anytime that I want to. And I'm sure
I'll want to many, many times. She felt her own orgasm then, and that
shook her as much as his orgasm had. Her own come seemed to go all
through her also.
There was a steady stream of come pouring out of his still very hard
cock, and she tried to keep as much of it inside her cunt as she
possibly could. Naturally she couldn't keep it all inside her cunt.
There was just too much of him. She felt his come dripping down her
thighs and under her ass.
His sticky, hot cream seemed to be everywhere, and even places where it
wasn't. Where she knew that it wasn't. It didn't matter though. She
could feel it in those places as well. She could feel it all inside
her, and all over the outside of her. It was burning her flesh up.
Inside, it was making her quiver so much that she didn't think she
would ever be able to stop. Of course, she didn't want to stop either.
The people seemed to have died on her, but that was because they knew
that she had had an orgasm and that Jocko had had an orgasm. Now they
waited to see who would be drained first.
Vicky could feel herself getting quite limp, almost to the point where
she felt like she was going to black out. She didn't though, and she
was amazed by the fact that she didn't. She was already set to lose the
bet now. It didn't matter one way or the other.
What really mattered was what Jocko had just done to her, and what he
was still doing to her. Nothing else but that made any real difference
to her. Certainly not some stupid bet that she hadn't cared about to
begin with. That was just an excuse, a reason to do what she had done,
and what she was still doing.
Now she knew that she would never need an excuse to do anything with
Jocko anytime. She had all the reasons in the world for doing what she
knew she was going to be doing from now on. They would take Jocko back
first thing tomorrow, and she would drive him. That way, she knew he
would get back.
Jocko's cock was still exploding inside, and then the last of his come
just dripped into her. She yelled at him to leave it in her as if she
really thought that he could understand.
"No," she finally said at the very top of her lungs so that everyone
could hear her--even though that had not been her intention, she had
only wanted Jocko to hear her, and he didn't seem to hear her at all,
"No, Jocko, stay deep inside me where you belong. Stay in me, Jocko. I
want more of you. I want much more."
She kept yelling that over and over, even after Jocko was no longer
inside her, and even after he was no longer hard enough so he could get
back in her. Everyone stared at her in total disbelief. She had taken
all that from that horse and now she was begging for more. She was
actually demanding more, and wanting more. How could that be?
Vicky could feel herself getting dizzier and dizzier. They didn't see
that though. All they saw was her trying desperately to grab for his
cock so that she could get him back inside her. That was all they saw,
and to them, that was all they had to see. She had won. She had
outlasted the horse.
Vicky was really beside herself when James picked her up and carried
her back to the stable. All the other people paid or collected their
bets, and then drifted off to their own rooms to dream about what they
had just seen. Beatrice collected all the bets for James, herself, and
Vicky. It came to quite a bit.
James had put Vicky in the bed and then he left her there and went
outside where Beatrice was standing with all the money in her hand. She
wasn't counting it just yet, and instead she was just waving it about
in the air above her head. It wasn't the money that excited her though.
"It happened the same way that it did in my dream," she yelled, knowing
full well that he didn't have the faintest idea what she was talking
about. That was one little detail she had left out, and probably the
only one, but it was most likely the most important thing she could
have told him, and didn't. And she didn't plan on telling him now
either.
"She did it for the both of us," she then said, and with that she
collapsed on the ground on her knees. She could feel the rocks digging
into her soft knee caps and cutting her, but she didn't have the will
or the energy to get up. She had used it all in that one last yell.
James just looked at her and shook his head.
"I know it can't be the money that's got you this way," he said. "How
could it when we've had so much of it all our lives? No, you actually
thought it was you the horse was fucking. And you can feel him still
fucking you right this very minute."
Beatrice just nodded her head.
"I thought as much," James said, picking her up off the ground. "You're
just like her now, or she's just like you. It's hard to tell at this
point just who became this way first. I know I can't tell, and I'm not
even going to bother to."
Chapter 9
James then carried Beatrice into the stable, first lifting her high in
his arms, and then going right through the open stable doors. He took
her in the small room where Vicky was in one bed and already asleep,
and he lay Beatrice down in the other one, and she was asleep before
her head hit the pillow.
James watched them both for a few minutes longer, and then he went back
outside. First he took a look at Jocko who seemed all done in. He had
to laugh at that, and he patted Jocko on the flanks before he went
outside. It was pitch black out and it was more than just chilly.
James felt a sudden chill and then he felt a slight degree of fear,
although he wasn't exactly sure just what it was that he was supposed
to be afraid of. Not being able to think of anything, he drove the
thought, and even the fear from his mind. He had more important things
to think about and worry about than some unknown fear.
He couldn't see very well, and he made his way very cautiously in what
he thought was the direction of the parking lot where Vicky had parked
the car (he had flown up on a private plane himself and that was why he
had gotten there before they did). He stumbled and almost fell more
than once.
Finally when he reached the car--and it seemed like it took him a full
hour to get there--he opened the door and climbed in the back seat. He
lay down full length in the back seat, and before he knew it he was
asleep. And then, before he was halfway through his dream, a hand was
shaking him awake.
It turned out to be Beatrice.
"What time is it?" he asked,
"I don't know," she responded. "My watch stopped, and I haven't
bothered to ask anyone. We'll find out soon enough."
"How is Vicky?" he then asked, as if he was afraid to, and in a way he
was.
"Your little wife is doing fine," Beatrice chimed, meaning every word
because she wanted to more than anything else in the world. "In fact,
she's out horseback riding and has been for a few hours now. I guess
she got up at the crack of dawn, and she's been riding around that
track ever since. She looks good on a horse."
"As good as she looks under a horse?" he asked.
"Probably," Beatrice replied, adding nothing further because she could
sense his bad mood.
"That horse could have fallen on her and killed her," he said, not
knowing if he was angry because it hadn't done that, or just mad at
himself for wanting it to happen, and yet glad that it didn't.
"I hear some queen or something died like that," Beatrice said. "I read
it in this history book that told about the sex lives of royalty. This
queen, or whatever she was, loved horses, and she wouldn't let anything
else fuck her. Nothing or no one at all. She just liked big, ugly work
horses though and not racing horses. The bigger and uglier they were
the better she liked it. She said that they had bigger cocks than all
the other horses. Anyway, she was going at this one horse, and she had
this contraption set up where the horse was almost standing up on his
back legs. She was riding him good with everything she had when the
cables broke and he just fell right on top of her and killed her. They
don't tell things like that in the average history book. You have to
look for those things, and I did. I'm glad I did too."
"I'll just bet you are," James sneered.
He was now out of the car and he was standing up straight on his two
feet. His heart felt as if it had been stepped on, and his mouth felt
dry, and his legs felt a little shaky, but other than that, he was more
or less awake.
"I still say she could have gotten killed and I don't think that people
should let those things happen," he said, raising his voice more than
he intended to. "It is downright perverted, and it means that she's
nothing but a pervert. And a race track pervert at that."
"You knew that when you married her," Beatrice said, feeling she had to
defend Vicky. "You forced her even. She didn't force you and you know
it. If you don't like what you got, it's too late to cry about it now.
You made the original choice, and now you just have to live with it the
best way you can."
"I could always divorce her," he then shot back at her like the angry
child he felt like right then. "I have ample grounds and I have plenty
of witnesses."
Beatrice looked at him and laughed out loud, almost splitting a gut as
she did so. "Who the hell do you think you're kidding? You won't
divorce her and you know it. You divorced the other two when you found
them in bed with me, but you wouldn't divorce her if you found her in
bed with me."
And James knew he wouldn't. No matter what he said, it was all just
talk. Somewhere, deep inside of his being was a spirit, a wraith that
needed and wanted all of which he now so openly condemned. 'Pervert'
and 'perversion' were words to throw, open defenses of himself for all
the world to see but only words. Deep within his own being he knew that
he must answer the nagging, desperate needs of his and her own flesh.
The End
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