Veronica Nickles, she thought to herself. That's some name. But it will always be just plain Vicky to me. Vicky relaxed in the hot tub, letting the warm water overcome her whole body. She had been out riding all day and she was exhausted. Every muscle in her body ached.
She and James had been home a week now from their honeymoon. Vicky was getting so she felt at ease in the Nickles mansion. It was bigger than the house that the Butlers in and it had more maids, servants, etc.
Vicky's room was so big that sometimes she thought that she would get lost in it.
For their honeymoon, they had gone to Bermuda, and then onto Mexico City. Vicky had enjoyed the trip but she hadn't enjoyed James' persistent demands for sex. It seemed that that was all he ever wanted to do. When they weren't in bed, he was moody and all he did was sulk.
Vicky had gotten so she could handle him though and she had even gotten to the point where she could keep him away from her when she just didn't feel like having him near her. And now she even had her own room so it was even easier to keep him away. All she had to do was lock the door.
Jocko was still out at the track, and Vicky hadn't found any of James' other horses that appealed to her quite so much. If James didn't have Jocko brought home soon like he had promised her, she would just have to go out to the track one of these days. She just couldn't stay away from him any longer.
Vicky knew that she was getting hornier and hornier by the day. And there was only one cure for it all. And that was Jocko. James knew that and he was keeping Jocko away from her intentionally. I'll fix him, she thought. Unless he has Jocko brought home soon, my door stays locked to him. If he's going to keep me horny like this, I'll see how he likes having horns of his own.
A smile came over her face when she thought about how mad James had gotten last night when he came to her room and found the door locked to him. He had pounded on it for over an hour and then he had screamed at her at the top of his lungs. Finally he had broke down in tears, and begged her to let him in.
She hadn't let him in and this morning she hadn't come out of her room until she was sure he had left for the day. Then she went right out and went horseback riding. Today was the day that James' sister was to arrive, and Vicky was anxious to see just what she looked like in person.
In her picture, James' sister had looked quite beautiful but Vicky was anxious to see if she really looked that way or if her picture did her more justice than she was due. Of course there was always the possibility that she was even better looking than her picture.
Now that her body didn't ache so much, Vicky felt a lot better. She felt as if she could go out riding for the rest of the day if she wanted to. Then Vicky thought of the various horses in James' stable.
One of them might be better than nothing at all. After all, she would have to wait a few more days for Jocko, and between now and then she was just going to get more worked up.
Vicky made up her mind. Tonight she would go down to the stables and pick out one of the studs. It didn't matter to her which one it was, because right then any one of them would do. Just so long as he had a fairly big cock. And all horses had fairly good size cocks. You could count on that.
Right now though, Vicky felt like spending the rest of her life in this tub. She had never taken a bath in a tub this big, and she had scented the water with this fragrance that left her breathless almost. So this was what it was like to be rich, she thought to herself. No wonder Chris turned out like he did.
Since her marriage she had seen her parents and told them where she was and she had even seen Chris and his family. She could see how jealous Chris had gotten when he finally realized what he had passed up. The night she had seen him he had slipped her a note saying he wanted to go to bed with her.
She had ripped the note up and given it back to him. Since then he had called everyday, but every time she heard his voice she simply hung up on him. He had made her suffer all those years, so now she intended to make him suffer just as much if not more than he had made her suffer.
Vicky wondered if perhaps she should go down to the stables now, or if she should wait until that evening. Right now, there would still be the stable hands, and she didn't want to take the chance of any one of them seeing her. Then they could blackmail her, and she didn't want that.
After all, that was how James had gotten her to marry him in the first place. In essence, what he had done was that he had blackmailed her into marrying him, and she would never forgive him for that. Because of that experience, she didn't want to go through anything like that again.
From now on she would be very careful. She also had to keep James from ever seeing her again. Having him suspect was one thing, but if he ever caught her again, there was no telling what he would do then. Vicky suddenly felt the need to be respectable, and that included having James think well of her also.
No one must ever know about what I do, she thought, thinking of all the people who knew already. There was Chris and that man in the woods, whoever he was. Then there was Phil and Jack, and of course, Tom. James was the only other person who knew, but already there were too many people on the list. She didn't want to add any more names if she could help it.
She looked at the small clock over the bathtub and she saw that she had been in the tub an hour already. The water was still warm though, and she was tempted to stay right where she was. After all, what could she do once she got up? It was a long time till tonight. She had no reason in the world to rush.
Just then she thought she heard a noise right outside the door, and then she looked up just in time to see the door open. A tall young looking woman stepped into the room, closed the door behind her and sat on the toilet. The woman just sat there looking at Vicky, and Vicky just looked back at her.
The woman looked like she was in her late twenties, and she was extremely beautiful. More beautiful than Vicky could ever dream of becoming. She had red hair and her skin looked like it was a golden brown. Vicky couldn't tell if it was a tan or if that was her natural color. It might have been a little of both though.
It came to Vicky all of a sudden. This was Beatrice Nickles, James' younger sister. She was more beautiful than her picture, and she knew it. It was written all over her face, and in that expression that looked as if it was carved on her permanently. It was Beatrice who spoke first.
"I didn't really think you would be this young," she said. "Why you're not even twenty yet. James' last wife was twenty-six. You're almost ten years younger than she was."
"That's a point in my favor, don't you think?" Vicky said, trying to be more sophisticated than she was.
"That's possible," Beatrice said, smiling all of a sudden.
"We didn't expect you so soon," Vicky then spoke up. "We thought you might come tomorrow or the day after."
"I know. That's why I came today instead. I don't like being expected."
"Well, I don't like expecting people."
Beatrice had to laugh. "I think I'm going to like you. You sound just like I did at your age. Yes, I think you and I have a lot in common."
"We do? What makes you say that?"
Beatrice stopped laughing. "You have the look of a pervert about you and I like that. I have that same look, and I always have. Of course your perversions are probably different than mine."
Vicky smiled now. "And what are yours?"
"I'm sure James didn't mention to you how I had affairs with his last two wives," Beatrice said. "I'm sure that's the one since I didn't tell you. You see, I'm a lesbian, and I have been one since I was sixteen.
Well, I've been a practicing lesbian since I was sixteen. I'm sure I've been a lesbian since the day I was born. And what about you?"
"Well, I'm not a lesbian," Vicky spoke up.
"Not yet anyway," Beatrice then said.
"Were James' other wives lesbians?" Vicky then asked.
"Not at first," Beatrice replied. "They were like you in that respect.
They swore up and down that they would never have sex with another woman. Right up to the point where they had their tongue in my pussy."
"I don't remember swearing up and down that I would never have sex with another woman," Vicky then said.
Beatrice smiled more warmly now. "No, I guess you didn't. You also haven't told me what your pet perversions are either, and I'm dying to hear about them."
I'll just bet you are," Vicky said, raising one leg out of the water, and bending it at the knee.
"I think you're trying to seduce me," Beatrice said.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Vicky said, trying to sound as shocked as possible.
"Let's just say, I have a certain intuitive knowledge about these matters."
"You can say that if you want," Vicky said, "but it doesn't mean anything to me."
"Not yet it doesn't," Beatrice said, getting to her feet.
"Still want to hear about my pet perversions?" Vicky asked, lowering her leg back into the water.
"I'd rather show you mine right at the moment," Beatrice said, approaching the bathtub.
Vicky stood right up in the water. "You mean, practice them on me? I'm a married woman. And I happen to be married to your brother."
"That's all the better. It's all in the family."
Beatrice was standing right in front of the tub now and she reached out and began to rub Vicky's tits. Vicky could feel her nipples getting hard and she could feel her tits swelling up to twice their size.
Beatrice's hands were soft. Softer than any other hands that had ever touched her.
Vicky could feel herself tingling all over as Beatrice continued to rub her tits. Beatrice was doing all kinds of good things to her. Things that no one else had ever done. Things that Vicky found that she really liked.
Beatrice bent forward and began sucking on one of Vicky's tits. Her mouth closed around Vicky's tit like a glove or a steel trap, or both.
Vicky could feel Beatrice's tongue stabbing out at her, and that made her tit tingle even more than it was already. It made her whole body tingle.
Vicky felt Beatrice's hands going all over her body. First they were on her shoulders, and then on her stomach, and then on her back, and then on her ass, and then on her thighs, and then back on her ass.
Beatrice's finger was reaming her asshole and then it was probing deep inside.
Vicky liked having Beatrice's finger in her asshole. She liked the way Beatrice worked it in and out of her asshole. It sent shivers all through her. She could hardly wait for Beatrice to eat out her cunt.
That would probably be like no one else had ever done it. Maybe between her and Jocko, Vicky thought, I'll get all the sex I need. I won't need anyone or anything else. I certainly won't need James, not that I ever did.
Beatrice was helping her up out of the tub, and now Vicky was standing on the bathmat and the water was just dripping off her. Beatrice seemed to like the fact that Vicky's body was so wet, and she indicated as much by the way she was moving her tongue all over Vicky's body now.
"I'm sure your brother and my husband wouldn't like this at all," Vicky said. "In fact I'm sure this is why he divorced his other two wives. We better be careful if we want to have a more permanent relationship than that."
Beatrice was too busy licking her all over to pay any attention to anything she had to say. Vicky pushed Beatrice down on her knees and that was when she finally felt Beatrice's tongue between her legs.
Beatrice got her tongue right into the folds of Vicky's cunt, and really pressed in hard.
The next thing Vicky knew, Beatrice had pushed her down on the floor and she was lying flat on her back. Beatrice had Vicky's legs over her shoulders, and she had her face buried between Vicky's ample thighs.
Vicky could feel Beatrice's tongue rimming her pussy and rubbing back and forth on her clit. That sent the two of them into a frenzy.
Vicky pressed her pussy against Beatrice's mouth just as hard as she possibly could and Beatrice pressed her mouth against Vicky's cunt just as hard as she could. She got her tongue right inside Vicky then and really began to move it around inside. Vicky felt all kinds of tremors going through her then.
Vicky's whole body was on fire. It was the way that she felt whenever she sucked off a horse. The same exact feelings. And that one time when that horse had eaten her out. She had felt this way that time as well.
And of course there was the time that Chris' horse had fucked her.
Whenever Vicky was having sex, she would remember all the other times as well. She would even remember those times with Herbert, and actually she wanted to forget those times completely. But even those times she couldn't forget, in spite of the way she felt about Herbert and the type of person he was.
Beatrice's tongue was really making Vicky quiver inside, and Vicky could feel her whole body starting to shake. Vicky could feel that she was on the point of orgasm, and that was the best feeling in the world as far as she was concerned. The only feeling that was better was the feeling that her body had experienced during orgasm.
Now, she was building and building towards it, and that was what she wanted to do. She could feel the tremors increasing and she could feel her cunt juices flowing more rapidly. She was getting more and more excited, and Beatrice's tongue was going faster and faster inside her.
Vicky knew that any second now her whole body would explode, and once it did, it would keep on exploding. Beatrice was sucking on her harder and harder, and that was when it happened. Vicky felt that familiar shudder that told her her orgasm was near, and then she felt the orgasm itself.
Her whole body shook then and the come just came pouring out of her.
Beatrice lapped it all up and kept coming back for more. Vicky could hear the loud sucking sounds that Beatrice was making and the sounds Beatrice made when she swallowed Vicky's come. That turned Vicky on all the more.
"Suck me harder," Vicky yelled at her.
Beatrice gave it her all then, and Vicky could feel herself being lifted off the floor. Beatrice was lying on the floor now and Vicky was sitting up on her face. Vicky began to bounce up and down on Beatrice's face, and the harder she bounced, the better Beatrice liked it.
Vicky could feel Beatrice's tongue way up inside her, and her come poured out all the faster. It was going all over Beatrice's chin and one of her cheeks, and it was dripping down on her neck. Beatrice was getting more than just a mouthful.
"You like that, don't you?" Vicky said. "You like it so much, you can't ever get enough of it. Well, go ahead, suck me harder. Suck me just as hard as you want, I like it too. I like anyone to suck me out. Suck me as much as you want, I don't care. The more you suck me, the better I'd like it. The better I'll like you."
Vicky could feel herself on the point of orgasm again.
"That's it," she said, "I'm going to come again. I'm really going to come again. Suck harder. I want you to suck harder."
Vicky could feel that Beatrice was sucking just as hard as she possibly could.
"Oh," Vicky moaned, "I'm really going to come this time. Even more than I did the last time? Can't you feel that? I can. I can sure feel it."
Vicky felt the come gushing out of her. That's the way it always comes gushing out of a horse, Vicky thought to herself, remembering Jocko, and the others. I'm coming just as much as they do. At least it feels that way to me. I'll bet it feels the same way to her.
Vicky felt her whole body going limp. Her legs were still around Beatrice's neck, but she released her grip, and eventually let them fall to the floor. Beatrice was still kneeling between her legs, her breathing greatly increased, her breasts heaving up and down.
A wicked smile came over Vicky's face. "You still want to know about my pet perversions?" she asked.
Beatrice looked down at her and nodded. "Yes."
"Normally I wouldn't do this, but in your case I'll make an exception.
I'll show you tonight."
"I'll bet you're even more wicked than I am," Beatrice said, letting her tongue lick up the come that was on her lips.
"That just might be," Vicky said, lifting her hips off the floor and then letting them fall again.
That night at supper the three of them ate without saying a word.
Afterwards, in the living room, with after-dinner drinks in their hands, James turned to his sister and said, "What do you think of my child bride?"
Beatrice looked at Vicky and then at James. "I think she is very charming, and a woman in every sense of the word."
James seemed to freeze right where he was standing. "How do you mean that?" he asked.
"Well," Beatrice said, after a long pause, "just look at her. It's evident from the way she carries herself. Don't you think?"
James seemed pacified by that remark. "Yes, I think you're very right there."
"Your other two wives were really the children," Beatrice went on.
"It's a good thing for you that you got rid of them when you did. They would have ruined your life for sure."
"Yes," James agreed, "they would have."
Beatrice lifted her glass to her lips and drained the last few drops from it. "I think I'll retire for the night. I've had such a long day.
Traveling always did wear me out. I'll see you both in the morning."
Vicky stood also at that point. "I think I'll retire also. I have a headache." And then she looked right at James. "I'll see you at breakfast, and not before."
Vicky had a hard time suppressing a laugh.
She followed Beatrice up the stairs and the two women separated and went to their own rooms. Just before they did that, Vicky whispered in Beatrice's ear, "Meet me in the kitchen around two."
Beatrice simply smiled, and then kissed Vicky lightly on the lips, letting her hand slip down over Vicky's thigh. Vicky let it stay there for a moment and then she broke away and went to her own room. Once inside her room Vicky fell on her bed laughing. She didn't know what had come over her, but she felt something strange inside her that was making her act this way.
She lay on the bed like that for some time and then she got up and changed out of the clothes that she had worn for dinner that night. The dress was especially low cut, and she had worn it for Beatrice's benefit, and not at all for James' benefit. Beatrice had stared at her all evening.
Vicky quickly shed all her clothing and stood in the middle of her room stark naked. Vicky liked the feeling of being naked. It had a soothing effect on her as well as giving her a great sense of elation. She walked over to her full length mirror and stared at her reflection.
"You are so beautiful," she said out loud. "You are so very beautiful."
Vicky laughed again when she remembered the expression that had come over James' face when Beatrice had made that remark about Vicky's being a woman in every sense of the word. He knows, she thought to herself.
And if he doesn't, he's awfully worried that maybe something did happen between us.
That sent Vicky into another laughing fit. As she stood there shaking with laughter, a thought occurred to Vicky. Why should she wait till two before she did anything? She carefully slipped into a blouse and slacks and slowly opened the door to the hall. It was empty.
Quietly she crept down the hall to the back stairs and down she went.
This stairway was reserved for the servants, and James had told her that she was never to use it. Vicky wondered why as she made her way down to the first floor. The stairs ended right near the kitchen, and Vicky made sure that no one inside the kitchen saw her as she crept out the back way.
Outside the night air was cool and refreshing. She ran towards the stables as fast as she could. There would be no one there, and she had lots of time before she was to meet Beatrice. Lots of time to do whatever she wanted. And there was quite a bit that she wanted to do.
Quite a bit.
The stables were empty just like she knew they would be. Empty of other people that is. The horses were all in their stalls, and they all seemed to be resting peacefully. Vicky went down the middle of the stable, observing them all, her face lighting up every time she passed a stud.
Vicky could feel herself becoming more and more elated. She could feel her cuntlips getting wet and she could feel her whole body quivering inside. It had been so long and she was so horny. How had she been able to hold out this long? She must have been crazy. She should have come down here a long time ago.
In the far corner of the stable she noticed a dog house. Oh yes, she remembered, James told me about his dog. The dog was inside the dog house, and Vicky went right up to it to see what he looked like. He was a huge white dog and Vicky was amazed at his size. She had no idea what kind of dog it was.
The dog was half asleep and it looked up at her with this silly expression on its face. Vicky began to pet him and he seemed as if he was becoming more friendly. Vicky could tell right away that he was an extremely friendly dog, and that he was certainly not a watch dog.
She pulled on his collar and managed to get him to come out of his dog house. Now she could see how really big he was. He's huge, Vicky said to herself. He's even bigger than that dog in that man's cabin in the woods. A lot bigger.
Vicky began to pet him all over, and as she did this, she felt a tingling sensation between her legs. I wonder, she said to herself. I wonder if this dog would know just what to do? She began to reach underneath him and she was now holding onto his soft cock. She was on her knees and the dog was right in front of her.
When she grabbed hold of his cock, it was still soft, but not for long.
It seemed to get hard almost immediately. She began to stroke it back and forth and the dog began to move about, almost as if he were trying to get away from her. Vicky then jumped to her feet and shed her clothes.
Maybe if he smells me, he'll want to do it, she thought to herself. She lay down on the floor with her legs spread and pulled the dog's head down between her legs. He had begun to sniff her cunt and he was pressing his nose right against her cuntlips so he could smell her even better.
He likes it, Vicky thought to herself. He likes my smell. And the dog kept on smelling her, and now he was pressing his nose into her even harder. Before long he was licking her thighs with his tongue and then he was licking her cuntlips. His tongue was cold and it sent shivers right through her.
Vicky pressed her cunt against his mouth just as hard as she could, and that seemed to have an effect on him. He was licking her clit up and down, and it was almost as if he knew what he was doing. Vicky could feel her sex juices flowing already and she could feel them pouring right out of her cunt. That gave him something more to lick up.
"Come on, boy," she said out loud, "really lick me good. That's it, lick me real good."
The dog's tongue was going faster and faster. Especially now that Vicky's come was pouring right out of her. I must have been even hornier than I thought, Vicky said to herself, feeling her body tremble with her orgasm, and feeling her orgasm sweep through her whole body.
The dog was licking her harder and harder, and drinking down most of her come. He was making all kinds of noises, and Vicky loved listening to him. She especially loved his tongue inside her pussy, and that was where it was now. It was right inside her, and it seemed to be going deeper and deeper.
Vicky raised her hips off the floor, and then let them fall again. The dog was more frantic now, and it was as if he knew what he was doing.
To Vicky he acted almost human, the same way any man would have acted.
That made Vicky feel that much better inside. It made her come flow that much more freely.
The dog was really getting after her, and she could feel his tongue way inside her, moving around inside and stirring up her juices. Her cunt was quivering away and her body was trembling all over.
"Don't stop," she panted. "Don't ever stop."
From the way the dog was acting it didn't look as if he ever did mean to stop. Vicky could feel herself coming again and that just made her feel as if her whole body was going to explode. She was still building, and she was coming at the same time.
This is too much, Vicky thought, feeling this second orgasm overcome her the way it was. It was just too much and she thought that would be the last orgasm she would ever have because after this she would be dead. Her head was spinning and it seemed as if she was going around in circles, as if her whole body was revolving on some spinning surface.
The dog's tongue seemed to go deeper and deeper inside her, and he seemed to be moving it around inside her faster and faster. He was really licking out the come, and that just made her come all the more.
She could feel his cold nose, and that sent more shivers through her.
At the same time, she felt the warmth of her own orgasm, and that sent wave after wave of sensations through her, that combined with the shivers, made her body tremble both inside and outside. She could feel her skin tingling and she could feel her cunt getting hotter and hotter.
Her cunt was like an oven, and the dog was using his tongue like a hot poker. She could just imagine how she was going to feel once he had his cock in her, and that was next. She would see to it that it was next.
Right now though she just lay on her back and let him lick her some more.
This was too good to stop now, and right after her second orgasm seemed to drain itself out, she felt herself building towards a third climax, and after that she felt herself building towards a fourth. It didn't seem as if she would ever stop, and she certainly didn't want to.
The come was just gushing out of her more and more, and the dog was just lapping it up as fast as he could. Vicky was going mad inside, and she was squirming all about on the floor. She was moaning way down in her throat, and she was shaking all over, and she could feel her whole body going limp.
No one had ever sucked her out like this. No one. She felt more waves going through her, and she just wanted to yell out at the top of her lungs. She didn't though, and she was amazed that she had any control left at all. Finally she couldn't take any more. She just needed to have his cock inside her.
She needed his cock like she had never needed any cock before. She rolled over on her stomach and felt him licking out her asshole already. He was running his tongue all along the crack and then all over her ass. That gave her a good feeling also. A feeling that overwhelmed her.
She managed to get up on her knees and hands and she spread her legs as far as she could. She wondered if he would know enough to mount her the same way he would mount a bitch. She felt him sniffing at her asshole and cunt, and then she felt him mounting her. That's it, she said to herself, that's the way to do it. Just pretend I'm another dog.
The dog seemed a little unsure of himself, because he was still confused as to just who and what Vicky was. His sense of smell told him one thing though and his instincts seemed to take over from there. He was on top of her and he was pressing his cock into the soft, wet folds of her cunt.
Vicky reached down between her legs and guided his cock into her cunt.
She guided it right inside her and then she just pressed into him as hard as she could. He reacted just the way she wanted him to, and pretty soon he was humping away at her like he had been doing it all his life.
He was shoving his cock all the way into her, and then drawing it out almost all the way, and then shoving it back in her all the way again.
He did this over and over and Vicky could feel his cock throbbing away, and she knew that he was on the verge of orgasm just as she herself was on the verge of orgasm.
He seemed so big inside her, and on each inward stroke he seemed to get bigger yet. His cock seemed to grow longer and longer, and she thought he was going right through her. She thought she felt his cock going right up to her throat. He was splitting her in half almost.
That was the way she liked it though, and the bigger he seemed to her, the better she felt inside. Her whole inside was quivering and she could feel the come gushing out of her cunt like it was never going to stop. His cock was rubbing her hard on the inside and it was just the way she wanted it. It was hurting her at the same time that it was causing her so much pleasure.
She could feel his cock start to jerk back and forth, and then she felt his come shooting out of her. That made her go wild inside, and that was when she felt herself having another orgasm. She really had to make up for lost time though.
He was really inside her now, and that was just where she wanted him to stay. Right inside her, all the way to the hilt. She wanted him to stay hard too, and it felt as if he was going to. It felt as if he was going to stay hard for some time to come. His cock was still shooting out its hot cream, and she could feel it spilling out and dripping down her thighs and legs.
That's when he pulled out of her and began to lick up his own come. Of course he licked up her come in the process. He licked her thighs up and down, and then up between her legs, and even her ass and asshole again. He was sniffing away at her all the time. Do I smell like a bitch, she wanted to say out loud, but didn't for some reason.
Maybe he thinks I'm another dog now, she said to herself. Maybe he thinks I'm just another bitch.
"Is that what you think?" she then said out loud.
The dog just kept on licking her thighs and Vicky fell flat on her stomach. She wondered vaguely about what time it was, but she didn't make any move to see what it might be. She really didn't care about what time it was. Beatrice would wait for her. Let her wait, Vicky said to herself.
She lay there a while longer, and the dog continued to lick her thighs and cunt. He was as good as any real lover could have been, and in fact he was even better. He had no human inhibitions, and there wasn't anything that he wouldn't do. That's what Vicky liked about animals.
They were completely uninhibited, and they knew nothing about convention and respectability.
It certainly didn't matter to this dog that she was married or anything like that. As far as he was concerned, she was just a hole for him to lick out and stick his hard pecker in. Vicky liked that kind of thinking, because it was the way she now thought. Of course, she also had to think about other things as well. She did have to worry about convention and respectability.
She got to her feet finally and got dressed. She would have to go and meet Beatrice soon. Should she take a shower first? No, let Beatrice smell her the way she was. That would make her wonder. Make her that much more willing to find out just what had happened. Vicky had made up her mind that she was going to tell Beatrice everything.
And that wasn't all she planned on doing. She planned on making Beatrice have sex with either one of the horses or this dog. She could hardly wait to see that. I'll bet she's never even sucked a cock, Vicky thought to herself as she made her way back to the house. I'll bet the only thing she's ever sucked is pussy.
Vicky ran into the house and collapsed on a chair in the kitchen. She was out of breath and her whole body was shaking like it might never stop. Vicky tried to catch her breath, but it seemed as if she was never going to. It seemed like a hopeless task indeed. She got to her feet, and then fell back down in the chair again.
What was she going to do now? Just sit here and wait for Beatrice to show up? That seemed like a stupid thing to do. She rested her head on the table and closed her eyes. She thought about the dog and his huge cock and how it had felt inside her. It had felt so very good.
It was almost as if she could still feel him inside her. As if he was still fucking her. As if he was still driving deep inside the way he had been. Oh, do it, she thought. Do it hard. Do it harder and harder.
Before long she was dreaming about the dog and then Beatrice was shaking her awake.
Vicky woke with a start and looked up at Beatrice with half-closed eyes. She thought she was seeing things at first, but gradually she began to wake up.
"You smell like a sex pit," Beatrice was saying. "I see you couldn't wait. I'm dying to find out just what you've been doing. I think I can guess, but I want to see for myself so I can be sure. This knowing and not knowing is driving me out of my mind."
Vicky got to her feet a little shakily, and Beatrice had to hold her up. She could feel Beatrice's hands on her tits, and then Beatrice ripped open Vicky's blouse and began to suck hard on one of her tits.
Vicky let her do that for a while and then she pushed Beatrice away.
"Not yet," she said. "First I want to show you what I do. You've already showed me what you do."
Vicky walked out the back door and Beatrice followed right behind her.
She's like an old lap dog, Vicky thought to herself. She certainly is.
Vicky headed right for the stable and still Beatrice followed right behind her.
"I should have known," Beatrice then said, once they were inside the stable. "So you like animals do you? These creatures with their big cocks? You like that?"
"I most certainly do," Vicky said, "and you are going to like it too."
"Just what do you mean by that?" Beatrice demanded.
"You'll see," Vicky said. "First thing, take off all your clothes."
Beatrice began to back off.
"I will not," Beatrice said like a scared child.
Vicky gave her a cold stare.
"You will, and you'll do it now." Vicky's voice was cold and harsh.
Beatrice was more scared than she had ever been in her whole life.
"You can't make me," Beatrice said.
Vicky merely laughed.
"Can't I?" Vicky said. "Do you ever want to suck me out again? Do you?"
Beatrice was almost in tears.
"Yes," she cried. "But please don't make me do this. I just can't."
"You can and you will."
"But why?"
"Because I want you to. That's why."
"This is too cruel," Beatrice sobbed.
"Take off your clothes," Vicky yelled.
Beatrice stood frozen and then she slowly began to undo her blouse.
"Not like that," Vicky yelled, grabbing hold of Beatrice's blouse and ripping it off her, "like this."
Beatrice took off her slacks and panties a lot more quickly. She stood in front of Vicky stark naked now.
"What do you want me to do?" Beatrice asked in a defeated voice.
Vicky smiled her wicked smile. "You see, we change places very quickly.
Now I'm the master and you're the slave."
"You're more wicked than I ever was," Beatrice said in a whisper that Vicky could just barely hear.
"I know that only too well," Vicky said, "but I love it, and you'll love it too."
Beatrice just stood there looking at Vicky, begging her with her eyes.
Vicky could see that and then she looked around the stable quickly.
There's one, Vicky thought, spying one of the studs. He has a really big one. A really big one. I think she should start on him. It'll be good for her.
"Have you ever sucked a man's cock?" Vicky asked.
"No, never," Beatrice replied.
"I thought as much. Have you ever sucked an animal's cock?"
"Of course not. What kind of a person do you think I am?"
"You're the same kind as I am," Vicky said, "and don't you forget that.
You're not any better than I am. And when I get through with you, you'll be like me in every way. Every single way. Do you hear me?"
"Yes," Beatrice mumbled.
"Now go over there," Vicky said, pointing to the stud, "and suck that horse's cock, and suck it good."
Beatrice looked at the horse Vicky was pointing at and she was scared.
He'll kill me, she thought. I can't suck off that horse. He'll kill me.
But then, how does she do it? Beatrice walked closer to the horse, and then she turned back and looked at Vicky who was still giving her that cold, icy stare.
Beatrice was right up next to the horse now, and then she fell on her knees beside it. The horse's cock was soft and just hanging loose.
Beatrice had never even touched a man's cock before, let alone an animal's cock. With her, it had always been other women, and that was the way she had always wanted it to be. She had never wanted a man in her life, and she certainly didn't want this animal.
But there was no other way. If she wanted to have Vicky again, and she certainly did want to have Vicky again, she would have suck off this horse because that was the price she had to pay in order to get Vicky again. Beatrice knew that, and she was preparing herself for what she now had to do.
She reached forward very slowly and she just barely touched the head of the horse's cock. He seemed to move and that made her scared.
"Don't worry," Vicky shouted, "he won't hurt you. He'll let you suck him off. He'll love it and so will you."
Beatrice touched the horse's cock a little more firmly now and then she got her hand right around it. It then got hard almost immediately and then Beatrice got both her hands around it.
"Come on," Vicky was yelling at her from behind, "start to stroke him.
He likes that. Stroke him."
Beatrice was now stroking the horse's cock, rubbing it up and down. She couldn't believe how big it was. She had never paid any attention to animals before. Even when she was a kid and living in this house, she had never bothered with the horses or any of the other animals. And then she had spent most of her time in private schools away from here.
It's so ugly, Beatrice thought, looking at the horse's cock. In my whole fife, I've never seen anything quite so ugly.
"Don't take all day," Vicky was yelling. "Stroke him."
Beatrice began to rub him harder and harder, and then she was rubbing his balls as well. It was obvious that the horse liked what she was doing. He liked it a lot. She rubbed him still harder and a lot faster.
She could feel his cock throbbing in her hand, and she hoped that this was all Vicky would make her do.
Maybe if she just did this, it wouldn't be so bad. But if she had to take that horrible thing in her mouth as well, that would just kill her. She just knew it would. Just the thought of it was making her violently ill. Please, she was saying deep inside her throat, please don't make me do it. Please take pity, on me and don't make me do it.
"You're just beginning," Vicky's voice boomed out. "Now you can start sucking on him. Did you think I'd let you get off this easy? Did you really think that? Not on your life. You're going to suck that horse like he's never been sucked before. You're going to get as much of his cock into your mouth as you can possibly get."
"Please don't make me do it," Beatrice suddenly cried out. "Please don't make me do it."
"Now," Vicky yelled back at her. "Do it now."
Beatrice began to tremble all over as she leaned down and brought the horse's cock right up to her lips. She could feel the tears rushing to her eyes and she felt as if she was going to throw up. She really felt sick inside, and she felt as if she wanted to die.
This woman isn't human, Beatrice thought to herself. She's become an animal herself. No wonder she likes them so much. She's just like them.
She's one of them.
Beatrice could see the cock right in front of her and she closed her eyes. If she couldn't see it, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She pressed it against her closed lips and she kissed the head of it. And then she began to kiss it up and down the entire length of it. If she did it as fast as she could, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. And the quicker she got it over with, the better she would feel.
She kissed the whole meaty shaft, and then she was back kissing the head. She took the head of the horse's cock right in her mouth and now she was actually sucking on it. She could feel herself getting sicker and sicker, but she kept right up with what she was doing. That's it, she was saying to herself. Do it and get it over with. It won't last forever.
"You're doing just fine now," Vicky was yelling. "Just you keep that up, and you don't stop until I tell you to. Do you hear me? Not until I tell you to."
Beatrice began to suck harder and harder on the horse's cock, and she could feel it throbbing more and more in her mouth. It was so big and it was burning up so much. Beatrice could feel her mouth and throat burning up also. She could feel her whole body burning up inside, and she was beginning to feel this strange sensation between her legs.
She had never felt like this before. Not even with a woman. This was a totally new feeling to her. Could it be she was beginning to like what she was doing? That was impossible. She could never like doing something like this. Never. She was much too civilized to like something like this.
Beatrice could see how somebody like Vicky would like something like this. After all, Vicky was an animal herself. Or at least that was how she acted. Vicky must love sucking these huge cocks, Beatrice said to herself. I'll bet she comes down here every night and sucks one of them off. I wonder which one she did tonight?
But Beatrice found that she was sucking harder and harder on the horse's cock, and that she was getting more and more of it in her mouth, and that she was actually getting more and more frantic. How can this be? she wanted to yell out at the top of her lungs. But she couldn't because now she was too busy sucking on this huge cock.
She was bearing right into the horse's cock, and she was sliding her mouth back and forth on him, her lips closed in tight around his hard, rough skin. She still had her eyes closed, but she could see his cock in the back of her mind. How big it was. How much bigger it seemed now that it was in her mouth.
Beatrice could feel her whole body shaking and she could feel the horse's cock throbbing more and more. Pretty soon he would be coming in her mouth, and she found that that was just what she wanted him to do.
She could hardly wait to feel his hot cream in her mouth.
She began to suck harder and harder in order to make him come that much faster. And she managed to do just that. The cock was jerking back and forth in her mouth and then it was shooting out its hot liquid. She could feel the come going right down her throat and right down to her stomach.
It burned all the way down and she could feel her body trembling all the more because of it. It was really trembling now and she thought that she was going to explode inside, and that was just what she did.
She could feel her own come pouring out of her and running down her thighs and legs.
She was all torn up inside, and it was as if the horse's cock had been in her cunt and not in her mouth. But it was still in her mouth and it was still very hard. It was as hard as it could possibly be. It was even harder yet, or at least that was how it felt to her, and the come was still shooting out of it.
"Suck harder," Vicky was yelling. "Suck real hard."
That was just what Beatrice did, and pretty soon she was in a frenzy, and she had no control over her actions whatsoever. She had no control at all. Everything she did she did because she had to. She wasn't even aware of what she was doing. She was just aware of that huge cock in her mouth.
It was her universe.