Vicky was the first one to wake up the next morning. She got out of bed quietly so as not to wake Phil or his father. It was just a little after dawn, but Vicky knew that she couldn't sleep any longer. She had never been able to sleep late in the morning, and she never would be able to.
She went out back to where the bathrooms and showers were and she went in and washed herself. The water was ice cold, but that was just the way that she liked it. She couldn't wait to start working the horses out, and she couldn't wait for the races to begin. They'll never think to look for me here, she thought, and probably they won't even look for me to begin with.
I'll bet mother's happy, Vicky thought. She always did want me to get away from that place.
"Hello, there," the booming voice said.
Vicky looked up and saw the large man enter the shower. He was over six feet tall, and he had a cock on him that looked like it was hanging right down to his knees. Vicky couldn't take her eyes off it, and she could see that he knew that, and was taking advantage of the fact.
"Don't have separate showers here for men and women," he said. "Guess we'll just have to make do with what we got. Who you with anyway?"
"I'm with Phil and Jack," she said.
"You married to Phil or something?" the man asked.
"We're thinking about it," she replied.
"You'll make him a nice wife, I'm sure," he said.
"How can you tell?" she asked, very coyly.
"That's obvious from the way you're built," he said. "You got a nice body on you that I wouldn't mind getting in my bed some night. No, I wouldn't mind that at all."
"You married?" she asked.
"No, I've never been married," he replied.
"What's your name anyway? I'm Vicky."
"My name is Tom, and I work for Mr. James Nickles," Tom relied. "He's got himself the best horse at the track this year."
"Is Mr. Nickles rich?" she asked.
"Rich ain't the word for him," Tom laughed. "He's got more money than most other people put together."
"You his trainer?" she asked.
"I'm one of them. He's got six of them, one for each horse. Yeah, Mr.
Nickles don't mess around."
"Is he here?"
Tom looked at her and smiled. "He'll be here in a few days. In case you're interested, he ain't married, and he's looking for a nice looking wife to pretty up that big house of his. Yeah, he sure does want a pretty woman awfully bad."
"Well, I hope he finds one," Vicky said, turning off the water and getting ready to go.
Tom was still washing and he just looked at her. She stood there looking back at him.
"I'm not married yet," she said to him, hoping he would get what she was driving at.
He apparently did. "I go for long walks at night. It sure does get lonely walking alone. Maybe you'll join me some night."
"How about tonight?" she said.
"Nine o'clock?" he said.
"Where should I meet you?" she asked.
"Right here," he smiled. "Just for old times' sake."
Vicky laughed out loud and so did Tom. Then Vicky ran back to their small room-hers and Phil's and Jack's. Jack was awake now, but Phil was still dead to the world. Jack looked at her naked body and then hurried out to take a shower himself. Vicky had a hard time not laughing.
She looked over at Phil's sleeping form and then she went over to the bed and shook him. Phil woke up, and when he saw her he tried to hide his head under the covers again.
Yanking the covers off the bed, Vicky, said, "Time to get up, stud.
You've got a lot of work to do."
With that Vicky left him lying there, dressed, and went and saddled one of the horses. For the rest of the day Vicky gave the horse a thorough workout, racing him around the track. By early evening both horse and rider were exhausted.
Vicky took another shower that evening and at nine o'clock she met Tom just like she had said she would. Tom's huge frame was leaning against a tree, a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. He looked like a cowboy in a movie or on a poster. He had on a blue shirt and a pair of blue jeans.
Vicky walked up to him very slowly. "I didn't notice you out on the track all day."
"I had some things I had to do," he said, taking her hand as they walked off towards the woods. "Like what? Your boss show up?"
"Not yet, but he called and said he'll be around in a few days. I told him all about you."
"What did you tell him?"
Tom smiled. "I told him what a nice piece of ass you were, and how I was going to get to you first."
"What did he say to that?" she asked.
"He reminded me how I got to his other two wives first."
"Other two wives?"
"Yeah. He's been married twice before."
"What happened?" Vicky asked.
"They both ran off with younger men," Tom replied.
"Just how old is your boss?" Vicky then asked.
"About forty, I guess."
"That's not so old," Vicky said, thinking about it for a minute or two.
"It's not terribly old. And he can still get it up."
"That's all that counts," Vicky said, yanking her hand away from Tom's and running into the woods as fast as she could.
Tom was right behind her, running as fast as he could to try to catch up with her. Vicky was a fast runner, and she had taken him by surprise, and had therefore gotten a head start on him. Tom was still a good distance behind her, but he had her in sight the whole time.
Vicky ran around trees and backtracked and did all kinds of things to try and confuse him, but he came at her from out of nowhere and wrestled her to the ground. Vicky felt his arms around her waist and then she felt the ground coming up to meet her. She lay on her back and he lay right on top of her.
They were both breathing hard, and they were both on the verge of laughing. Tom sat on her stomach and had her arms pinned to the ground.
Vicky made a mock effort to try and get away, but she put no effort into it. She was just as happy to stay right where she was.
She could feel his erection pressing through his pants and she could hardly wait for him to get it inside her. She could just imagine how it must feel. I'll bet it's as big as a horse's cock, she thought to herself. Or at least, I'll bet it's almost as big. She remembered how big it had been this morning when it was just soft and hanging down his leg. I'll bet it's twice that big when it's hard, she said, hoping to herself that it would be.
She felt his hands going up under her blouse and then she felt him taking off her blouse and bra. He was lying flat on top of her now and she could feel him sucking hard on one of her tits. She had big tits, but he had a big mouth, and he seemed to get almost her whole tit in his mouth.
She could feel her nipple getting rigid and she could feel him pressing his groin hard into hers. She began to rotate her hips under his in a circular motion, and she began to raise them off the ground as high as she could. It was hard to do that, with all his weight pressing down into her.
She loved all this weight on top of her though. The heavier he felt, the better she liked it. Now she really had a man on top of her, and that was what she had always wanted. The only so-called men she had had sex with were Herbert and Phil. And she had hated Herbert, and Phil wasn't even a man as far as she was concerned.
How could he be if he couldn't get it up?
Tom's hands were all over her and she could feel him pushing her blue jeans and panties off her. She had her hands down the back of his blue jeans and under his jockey shorts. She was rubbing his ass and then she was rimming his asshole with her finger, and then she was getting her finger right inside his asshole.
That really turned him on, and that was when she began to work her finger in and out of his asshole just as fast as she could. She really got her finger into him as deep as she could and she really began to stroke him hard inside. She could feel him lifting his ass into the air so she could get her finger in deeper.
"Do that to me," she moaned.
"I'll do a lot more than that," he grunted.
She could feel him taking off her blue jeans and panties and then she undressed him. Now they were both naked. They were both on their knees and facing one another. He threw his arms around her and she threw her arms around him. They pressed in close to one another, and their lips met in a burning kiss.
She could feel his hard cock pressing in against her hairy mound and she reached down and got it right between her legs. It felt so good rubbing against her clit. She could feel him leaning back so that he was sitting back on his backside, and then she felt him lifting her slightly in the air.
She wrapped her legs around him as she felt him lowering her right over his cock. She could feel the hard shaft easing right into her an inch at a time. She trembled each time she felt more of his cock go in. This is the first man, she thought to herself. The first real man.
His cock was in her all the way. She tightened her legs around him and she began to hump up and down on his cock. She would raise her hips so that his cock would slide almost all the way out of her, and then she would lower herself so that he would go back in her, all the way to the hilt.
He just filled her up the way those horses had filled her up and that drove her wild inside. This was the only man who would ever be able to satisfy her the way an animal could. She just knew that. There could be no other man in her life. Not Christopher Butler either. Compared to Tom, he was nothing. And besides he was nothing but a pervert anyway.
She felt Tom's cock filling her up time after time. She could feel it going all through her. It filled up her whole body and not just her cunt. He was really making her quiver inside and she could already feel her sex juices flowing inside. They were dripping down his cock and right onto his balls. She could tell her juices were making his cock burn up inside.
She could feel his cock the way it was burning so much, and she was sure that he could feel her burning pussy. She was kissing his neck and then she was biting right into his shoulder. She could feel him kissing her neck and shoulders, and then he was sucking on her tit again.
That really made her quiver inside. He made both her nipples rigid, and he kept them rigid. She could feel both her tits swelling up, whenever he was sucking on either one of them. He went back and forth from one to the other, and he made both of them burn inside like they never had before.
She could feel her whole body getting ready to explode, and she could feel that his body was getting ready to explode also. She could feel how much his cock was trembling inside her, and she could feel how it was beginning to jerk back and forth. I can hardly wait, she thought.
And she didn't have to wait much longer. His seed came spilling out of him and it filled her right to the brim. Her own come came pouring out of her seconds after his come had shot up inside her. He kept shooting into her, and every time she felt more of his come inside her, she just shook all the more.
"It feels so good," she moaned from way down in her throat. "It feels so very good. I don't ever want it to stop. I don't ever want you to take that beautiful cock out of me. I want your cock in me always.
Always."
She thought she was going to black out, but she didn't. He let her fall back so that her back was on the ground now. His cock was still deep inside her, and he was still hard. He was still in between her legs and he was still sliding his cock in and out of her. On every inward stroke she shuddered.
There was no telling now how long he could stay hard. She hoped that it could be all night. At this rate, she thought that it just might be all night at that. He pulled out of her just then, but only long enough so he could turn her over on her stomach and then he lay down on top of her, and got his cock right back inside her. It felt so much better this way.
She felt him raising up on his knees and she raised up with him until she was up on all fours. Just like a couple of dogs, she thought to herself. And thinking that, she remembered that dog in that cabin and that horrible looking man. The dog had been ugly too, but his cock had felt so good inside her. She thought about that now, as Tom began humping in and out of her.
That dog had fucked her until she was too sore to stand, and now Tom was doing the exact same thing. He was making her just as sore as that dog had, and almost as sore as Chris' horse had. He was an animal in his own way, even if he wasn't really an animal in the full sense of the word.
She could feel his cock sliding in and out of her and she closed her cunt muscles in all around him. That's it, she said to herself. Fuck me just as hard as you possibly can. The harder the better cause that's how I like it. I don't like it soft and gentle. No, I don't like that at all.
If there was one thing Tom wasn't, it was soft and gentle. He was far from it. And he showed that over and over by the way he kept ramming his cock in and out of her. His hands were grabbing at her thighs, and then she felt his finger rimming her asshole, and then probing fight inside. He shoved that in and out just as hard as he could also.
He was going to cause her all the pain that he possibly could. He was going to make her as sore as any animal had ever made her. If he only knew how much I like animals too, she thought to herself, I wonder what he would think then? Would he want to watch me, the way some men would?
Would he help me like Phil did?
She stopped thinking though when she felt his cock shooting out more of his come into her. It was jerking back and forth inside her, and a feeling of warmth went all through her. It just filled up every part of her and it made her burn up inside like she never had before.
She was really on fire now, and there was nothing that could ever put it out. His come was still shooting into her, and her come was washing down all over his cock. She was quivering and shaking all over, and she could feel that he was quivering and shaking all over also.
"Don't ever stop," she moaned.
"I don't intend to," he grunted back at her.
And it didn't look as if he ever would stop either. His cock was still hard and still inside her. She felt him still moving in and out of her, and then he pulled out completely. She felt so empty when he did that, but then she felt his cock pressing into the crack of her ass.
He was rubbing it up and down in her crack and then he was pressing it against the outside of her asshole. He was putting more and more pressure on it, and then she could feel his cock sliding right into her asshole. He was pushing it into her an inch at a time, and the pain she felt right then was almost unbearable.
The pain filled up every part of her body and she did everything that she could to keep from screaming. She loved the pain in spite of the way it made her feel, and she knew that sooner or later the pain would go away. Soon she would be stretched out enough so that it wouldn't hurt.
He was doing his best to stretch her full out already, and she could feel more and more of his cock going inside her, and then she felt that he was in her all the way. His whole cock was right inside her and his balls were resting against her ass. When he began to slide his cock in and out of her, she could feel his balls slapping against her.
"Harder," she said, "do it harder. Make me really hurt inside. Make me hurt like I never have before. That's it. Do it that way harder and harder."
It seemed like he was humping into her ass for the longest time and then she felt him shooting off inside her. The force of his orgasm was almost too much for her. She fell flat on her stomach and he fell right with her. He was flat on her back and his cock was still deep inside her asshole.
This time he didn't stay hard, and she could feel his cock getting soft. She felt him getting off her. He was kneeling beside her now and she turned over on her back so she could see him. She looked up into his face, and for the first time she saw how rough looking he was.
She reached over and grabbed hold of his wilted cock. It was all covered with a thick coat of slime, but it felt so good in her hand.
"That's all my come and your come," she said, stroking him back and forth.
"That's just what it is," he said.
"You know," she said, "there's only been one other man before you."
"Phil?" he asked.
"No, a guy I went to high school with," she replied. "But he got killed in a car crash. I'm glad he did because I didn't even like him."
"What about Phil? Hasn't he fucked you?"
"He can't," she replied. "He can't get it up. He's hung up on the fact that his mother used to fuck animals. I guess it had a bad effect on him."
"Well, for a girl who only fucked one other guy, you sure were pretty big inside," Tom said. "He must have had a pretty big cock."
"It wasn't him who stretched me out like that," she said.
"Then who did?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"A horse and a dog," she replied. "They both had a lot to do with it."
Tom just looked at her, and then he got to his feet.
"How old are you anyway?" he asked.
"How old do you think I am?" she asked, squirming about on the grass.
"Probably not as old as you act," he replied, reaching down for the cigarettes in his pocket.
"I'm seventeen," she replied, getting to her feet. "Let me have one of those."
He gave her a cigarette and lit it.
"Thanks," she said.
Tom lit his own cigarette and then he said, "I knew a girl who used to fuck horses. Yeah, she fucked a whole bunch of them. One day she bet this man she could fuck as many as he brought up to her. I think she got to the fourth one and then she just died. He made a fortune on all the bets he had made against her."
"I wouldn't do anything like that," she said suddenly afraid that she might just do that.
"You say that now," Tom said, blowing out smoke rings, "but do you think you'll still say that in a couple of years?"
"Of course," she insisted.
"I should have known you were like that," he said. "Any girl who hangs around a race track has to be. Tell me, was I as good as that horse and dog?"
"You were even better," she said, pressing into him.
He pushed her away.
"I wish I could believe that," he said. "I really do."
And then he bent over and got his clothes and began to dress.
"It sure has been nice walking with you," he said. "I had planned on us doing this all season."
"And now you don't want to? Is that it?"
"Well," he said, "you might have other things you'll want to do from now on."
"Not if I can have you," she said, trying to mean it.
"You say that now, but one of these days you'll think how much better it could be with an animal and then you'll go after one, and that'll be the end of me. No, my cock isn't that big, and it can't stay hard that long."
"It's good enough for me," she insisted.
"For now it is, but not always."
She grabbed onto his arm. "It'll always be good enough for me. Please believe that."
"I want to," he said, "but you see, I just can't. I've seen too many girls like you. They all end up the same. You'll end up like that also, and I just don't want to be around to see it."
"Maybe you can change me," she cried. "Maybe you can see that that doesn't happen to me."
"I tried with that other girl, and I failed," he said. "I failed her and now she's dead. I'd fail you the same way. And like I said, I don't want to be around to see the same thing happen to you. I just couldn't take it a second time."
"It wouldn't happen to me," she said, grabbing onto him and kissing him all over his face and neck. "It wouldn't. You wouldn't fail me.
He pushed her away, and she stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Don't make this any harder than it already is," he almost yelled at her. "Can't you see what you're doing to me? Why did you have to tell me anyway? Why couldn't you have lied? Why?"
She thought he was going to cry, but he didn't. He was too manly for that. He would never cry in front of her anyway, although he might go off and cry by himself sometime. That would be his way, and he would never be like Phil, who would and did cry in front of everybody. She watched him as he walked away. She lay on the ground for the longest time and finally she got to her feet. She picked up her clothes and slowly made her way back to the stable. She hadn't even bothered to get dressed again. She was still naked. Maybe someone would see her this way and rape her. At this point she really didn't care what happened to her.
Phil and Jack were both asleep when she made her way into the room. She wondered what time it was, but she didn't bother to look and see. She walked right into the stable where the horses were and she made her way to the male stud. He was lying down and asleep. She began to stroke him and that woke him.
"I guess you're all I have left," she said, feeling herself about to cry. "Yes, I guess I am doomed just like Tom said I was. I don't care though. I don't care at all."
The horse was standing on his feet now.
"I guess he smells me," she said, seeing his erection. "Yes, he smells me all right."
She fell to her knees and brought her face right up close to his cock.
She rubbed it against her cheek and then she rubbed it all over her face.
"You'll never know how good that feels to me," she said out loud. "No, you'll just never know. In fact, I don't even think that I know even."
She was holding onto it and she was rubbing it across her forehead.
"Oh, you're so very big and so very hard," she said. "No man could ever be this big and this hard. Not even Tom. He was pretty big and he was real hard, but even he wasn't this hard and this big. You are the hardest and the biggest that I've ever seen. And just think? There are probably animals, and even some horses, who are bigger and harder than you even."
She continued to rub his cock back and forth against her forehead, and then she rubbed it against her cheeks again, and then right under her nose and across her closed lips, and then on her chin, and then under her chin.
"This is the only kind of cock for me from now on," she said in a whisper.
And with that she began to suck on the head of his cock. It seemed even harder than it had the time before. It tasted so bitter too. More bitter than it had before. But that was okay with her. The more bitter he tasted, the better she liked it. In fact, it turned her on even more than she was all ready.
She could feel the cock bulging out the side of her cheeks and she tried to get even more of it into her mouth. She wished she could get his whole cock in her mouth, but even she knew that that was impossible. Would she end up like that other girl? Maybe, but right now it didn't matter to her. That just might be the best way to die anyway.
After all, she had to die someday, anyway. Why not die fucking a horse?
What other ways were there that would feel so good? Who knows, she might die right at the point of orgasm. That way she might not even know she was even dying. She would feel the come shooting into her, and that would be all she felt.
Tom was just jealous, that's all. All men would be like that, and she was glad that she found that out now. None of them could stand the fact that they weren't super studs that they passed themselves off to be.
They were nothing compared to this great big beautiful animal.
She sucked harder and harder on the horse's cock, sliding her mouth back and forth on him. She could feel him throbbing already and his hooves beat a nervous tattoo on the ground as she brought him along the way she wanted him to come. Oh come now, she said to herself, I'm ready for you, beautiful stud.
And she was ready at that. She was ready for anything at that point.
She kept sucking just as hard as she possibly could and she could feel the horse's cock expanding in her mouth, and then she could feel the come just shooting out of him and filling her right up and spilling over her lips.
Like always, there was just too much come for her to hold in her mouth, and too much for her to swallow. She swallowed as much as she could, but it came out too fast for her to swallow it all. And there was just too much of it. She did the best that she could, and she got as much of it as she could.
The rest of it ran down her chin and down her neck and was running all over her body. She drank down his come and felt it burning her throat.
She could feel it as it ran all the way down to her stomach. The taste of it drove her out of her mind. It was so bitter and so sweet at the same time.
She felt her mouth getting hotter and hotter inside and that just made her suck on him all the harder. That just made her whole body burn up all the more inside. She could feel the twitching in her cunt, and she knew what was causing that. She thought about Chris' horse and how his cock had felt inside her, and she could just imagine how this horse's cock would feel inside her.
Thinking about Chris' horse though, she began to think about Chris. I wonder if he even knows that I'm gone? I wonder if he even cares? She knew that he couldn't possible care, and that he was probably glad to get rid of her. After all, she knew too much about him, and that was something she could have held against him.
This way, he didn't have to worry about her telling anyone. Not that she would have told anyone, and not that she could have told anyone without implicating herself. She tried to blot all of that out of her mind though as she tried to concentrate on what she was doing.
Sucking on this cock was the only thing that was really important to her, and she knew that. It was stiff hard, and it was still in her mouth, and that was where she always wanted to keep it. Except for those times of course when it was in her cunt. That was the only other place she wanted this cock to be. Of course, there was her asshole as well. Tom had shown her how good that could feel, and if for nothing else, she could be grateful to him for that.
She could feel the horse building up again and that made her suck on him all the harder. That's it, big boy, she said to herself. That's the way to do it. And with that she slid her mouth back and forth on him, closing her lips around him just as tightly as she could.
She pressed her lips into the burning skin of his cock and felt his wad building up to the point where it was now spilling out into her mouth for the second time. She grabbed hold of his huge balls and held onto them with all her might. They were just as hard as his cock.
It felt so good, and she didn't ever want to stop what she was doing. I won't ever stop, she felt like yelling at the top of her lungs. I won't ever stop, and there's nothing in this world that could ever make me stop.