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The come had stopped, but the horse's cock was still hard, and she was keeping it hard. She was doing everything that she could to keep it hard, and she was succeeding. She could feel how much she was succeeding. The hard cock was still hard, and it was still burning, and it was still throbbing.
Vicky was watching all the more intently now, and she was fingering herself as she watched. This was almost as good as doing it herself.
Vicky could see the horse's cock popping out the sides of Beatrice's mouth, and it was almost as if she was inside Beatrice's mouth seeing just what was going on.
I knew you'd like it, Vicky was saying to herself. I just knew that you would. Just look at the way you're sucking him now. Just look at it. If you could only see yourself like I see you. I'm sure you know how much you like it though. I'm sure you know that better than I do. But still, you should see yourself like I do.
Vicky had stopped yelling altogether. Everything she said from now on, she said to herself, and so only she could hear. That's it girl, suck harder. Yes, that's it. A lot harder. Now you've got it. Vicky was in a state of convulsions herself, and the more she watched Beatrice, the more convulsive she got.
I could watch this all day, Vicky was saying to herself. I really could. And maybe I will. Maybe I'll watch it all night at least.
Beatrice was still sucking hard on the horse, and it was obvious that the horse was about to come again. Vicky could see the horse's come from the last time, and how it was dripping all over Beatrice's body.
It had spilled out of Beatrice's mouth and was running down her neck and all over her tits. Vicky knew well enough how that felt, and she could just imagine how it must feel to Beatrice. She loves it just as much as I do, Vicky was saying to herself, and she can't tell me that she doesn't.
Vicky fell to the floor and lay there sobbing almost. Her breathing was more rapid than it had been, and her heart was beating a mile a minute.
The horse was coming again and Beatrice was doing her best to keep all the come in her mouth. She was doing a good job of it too. She really was.
Vicky watched as the come spilled out of Beatrice's mouth and joined the other come that was all over Beatrice's body. Beatrice was just covered with it now. It was all over her neck, all over her tits, all over her stomach, all over her thighs, all over every part of her from her mouth down.
Vicky got to her feet and went over to Beatrice and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from the horse.
"You've had enough for tonight," Vicky pronounced. "You did good for your first time. I'm sure you'll do a lot better the next time. A lot better."
Vicky watched as Beatrice got dressed, and then the two females made their way back to the house. They didn't say a word to each other the whole time. They just went up the stairs, and then they both went to their own rooms. Vicky almost ran into hers and fell face forward on the bed.
She felt as if she were in heat or something close to it. She could feel her whole body throbbing away and she wanted a good hard cock inside her. She thought about going down and getting James, but then she decided against it. After all, she intended to make him suffer.
She intended to make them all suffer somehow. She was going to get back at the whole world for what they had done to her. They were all responsible for the way she was, and they were all going to pay for it.
For the first time in a long time she thought about Tom.
He could have been so good for her. Why couldn't she have kept her mouth shut that time? He never would have found out about her if she hadn't told him. How stupid could she be? She hated herself for that, and she knew that she always would. I could just die, she cried internally.
I wonder how that Beatrice feels, she asked herself. She said she didn't want to, but she loved it once she got that huge cock in her mouth. Just like that girl with Chris that time. She didn't want to either until after she had started. Yeah, they all like it eventually.
I'm getting to be just like him, she thought. I'm getting to be just like Chris.
Still thinking that, she fell asleep. Her mind drifted off into space and she could see herself standing over Chris with a whip in her hand.
She was beating him as he sucked off this huge horse's cock. She was beating him and the blood was gushing out of him. She was almost killing him.
She woke with a start. She was still lying across the width of the bed, and she was still fully clothed. She got undressed quickly and climbed in under the covers. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillows. This time she did not dream about Chris. She did not dream at all.
The next morning she went and took a shower and then she got dressed and made her way down to breakfast. James and Beatrice were already sitting at the table. And when Beatrice saw her she looked down at her cup of coffee that was sitting on the table right in front of her.
"Good morning," Vicky boomed out in a loud voice. "I trust everyone had a good night's sleep. I trust no one had any bad dreams. Did you, Beatrice?"
"No," Beatrice replied sheepishly. "I slept very well."
"Did you sleep well, James?" Vicky then asked.
"As well as can be expected in a large empty bed," James shot back at her.
Vicky merely smiled. "I sleep in a large bed too, but I find it most agreeable to me. I'm sorry you don't."
"Yes, I'm sure you are," James retorted. "You don't have human needs like the rest of us."
"You knew that when you forced me to marry you," Vicky replied, "or at least you should have. What did you expect? A loving and adoring wife?
You can't make someone do something against their will and expect them to thank you for it. That is, unless they really wanted to do it all along."
As she made her last remark she looked right at Beatrice.
"Sometimes," Vicky continued, "you start off by forcing someone to do something, and then you find out that they wanted to do it all along.
They just needed a little push in the right direction. Isn't that right, Beatrice?"
"I imagine so."
Beatrice still kept her eyes lowered.
Vicky smiled and looked back at James.
"Beatrice and I are going on a little trip," she then said. "We decided this last night on our way to bed. Has she told you by any chance?"
James looked at Beatrice and then at Vicky. "And just where did you decide to go to?"
"Why, to the races of course," Vicky replied. "Beatrice and I are going to go and see Jocko run his first race. I thought she might like to see that. I know I would."
"When are you going?" James asked.
"Today as a matter of fact," Vicky then said. "We're going to drive down to the track, find a room in a hotel, and stay a few days. Then after we've seen a few races, we'll come right home to you. You'll hardly know we've been gone."
"I don't suppose I can talk you out of it, can I?" James said, very matter-of-factly.
"I wouldn't even try if I were you," Vicky snapped back at him, angered by his indifference.
"Well, I'll leave the two of you to make your plans," James said, getting to his feet. "I have business to attend to."
With that he walked off leaving the two silent females alone. Beatrice looked up from her coffee at last and looked right at Vicky.
"Is this Jocko one of your favorites?" Beatrice then asked.
"Oh yes," Vicky replied. "And he'll be one of your favorites also."
"You think I'm just like you now, don't you?"
Vicky laughed. "Well, you are, aren't you?"
Beatrice bit her tongue and choked back the tears.
"I don't want to be," she sobbed.
"What you want to be," Vicky added, "and what you are, are apparently two different things. You better start remembering which is which. I don't want you going through life confused the way you seem to be now."
"Why are you so wicked?" Beatrice demanded.
"I'm wicked because people like you made me wicked," Vicky shouted at her. "Because people like you want me to be wicked. And you know it."
Beatrice was silent for the longest time, and then she said, "When are we going?"
"In another hour or so," Vicky replied. "Pack some things."
Vicky drove the large black car, and Beatrice sat over on the far side of the front seat. From time to time the two females would exchange brief glances. Beatrice was lost in her thoughts about what she had done the other night. Vicky had forced her into it, and then Beatrice's own lust had taken over. Now, it was this same lust that was making her go with Vicky to the track.
Beatrice had a feeling that there was something special about Jocko, and that was why Vicky was rushing to be near him. There just had to be something special about him. Something that Vicky hadn't said in words, but which was definitely implied in her manner. It was there all right, and Beatrice could sense it.
There were a lot of things that Beatrice could sense about Vicky.
Things she had sensed right from the first when she first saw Vicky in that tub. Vicky was like her in so many ways, and so unlike her in so many other ways. They were the two most alike/unalike people in the world.
Vicky pressed her foot down harder on the gas pedal and the car sped forward. She loved speed all of a sudden, and the faster they went, the better she liked it.
"You're in an awful hurry, aren't you?" Beatrice asked.
"Yes," Vicky responded simply. "I am. There's no time to lose."
"This Jocko must be something."
Vicky smiled. "He is."
"I've felt this way about other women, and you feel this way about an animal."
"It still seems strange to you, doesn't it?" Vicky asked.
"It seems very strange indeed," Beatrice replied.
"Does what you did last night seem strange to you?" Vicky then asked.
"How could it seem anything but strange?"
"You'll get used to it. I have."
"What made you do this the first time?" Beatrice asked.
Vicky thought about that a moment. "It was a man. A man I loved very much."
"And you still love him, don't you?" Beatrice asked.
"Maybe I do," Vicky replied.
"Did he ever fuck you?" Beatrice asked.
"He never touched me," Vicky responded, "he never wanted to. Now he wants to though. Now he wants to fuck me."
"Do you think you'll ever let him?" Beatrice asked.
"Maybe," Vicky replied. "Maybe I will."
"You don't act as if you want to talk about it."
Vicky laughed. "I don't."
Beatrice lit a cigarette. "Would you rather talk about Jocko?"
"Maybe," Vicky answered.
"What else is there to talk about?"
"We don't have to talk about anything," Vicky then said, looking briefly at Beatrice and then back at the road ahead.
"No, I don't suppose we do," Beatrice agreed. "I feel like talking though."
"So, talk. I'll listen."
Beatrice thought a moment, and then she said, "I had a dream about you last night. I dreamed that you were all dressed in white and that you were riding this huge golden brown horse in this huge arena. There were thousands of people watching you and they had all paid to see you."
"You kept riding around in circles on the horse, and then you got off the horse and you lay on this platform. That's where I came in. I came over to see, and without moving you off this platform, I took off all your clothes. And there you were completely naked.
"You didn't move off the platform, and you stayed right there the whole time. I took your clothes and walked back to the edge of the arena and I just watched like everyone else. That's when someone-some man I had never seen before but who looked like someone who once worked for my brother-led the horse over to the platform.
"The platform seemed small enough-or thin enough, so that the horse seemed to walk right over it. That is, it came right between his legs.
The horse was right over you and it had an erection a mile long. Or at least that's how it seemed in my dream. It looked at least that long.
"The horse's cock came right up against your pussy and you felt it pressing into your cunt lips. You were wet already and this just made you wetter. You were breathing hard, and now you were breathing even harder. You were actually gasping for breath, and your heart was beating a mile a minute.
"Anyone could see that you really wanted this horse to fuck you, and naturally everyone wanted to watch this horse fuck you. Actually, they all wanted to see the horse kill you. And this whole thing was really a contest to see who could hold out the longest, you or the horse.
"The horse had strings tied around his cock an inch apart. You were able to take the horse's cock into you up until the first string, and then you were to take more of him into you depending on how loud the audience clapped. You were to take in as much of the horse as you could, and then you were to just hump him until one of you gave out.
"That's where the contest part came in. You were to hump him until one of you gave out. And it had to be that one of you would give out, whether it was you or the horse. All the people had placed bets on either you or the horse. Well, the horse started to press his cock into you, and you took it in till you were up to the first string.
"Then you just stopped and waited for the audience to start clapping.
The audience started clapping right away, and you took in the horse's cock up till the second string. The audience was beginning to clap louder and louder, and you took the horse's cock into you up till the third string.
"Now the audience was up on its feet and they were yelling and screaming that you take in the horse's cock all the way and not just an inch at a time. They were tired of waiting, and they wanted to see it all right then and there.
"Well, you didn't want to wait either, and so you did take in the horse's whole cock. You took him in all the way, and you looked as if it didn't even affect you. You looked as if you could have taken in more if there had been more of him. Right then we all knew that you were going to win, but naturally we had to sit and see the whole thing through.
"I could almost see what his cock was doing inside you, because I could feel him inside me like I knew you must feel him inside you. It was almost as if he was in me and not in you. But I knew that he was in you and so I watched. I watched you moving very slowly at first.
"The horse's cock was sliding all the way out of you, until just its head was in you, and then it was sliding all the way back in you again.
He was in you to the hilt again, and I could see the expression on your face and I could see what it was doing to you, and so it did the same thing to me. It really did.
"I could feel you feeling his cock pressing in hard against the inside of your pussy, and how it was rubbing hard in there, and how it was making you even wetter than you were. Your cunt juices were all stirred up and they were becoming more stirred up. You were just overflowing.
"I could actually see the oozing cunt juices coming out of you. They were running down the length of the horse's cock and all the way to his balls. His cock was burning inside you, and you were making it burn all the more. You were making his balls burn, and the rest of his body burn as well.
"Everyone in the audience was quiet now and they were all just watching. James was in the audience too, and he was watching hardest of all next to me. I'm sure I was watching the hardest of all of them because I was the only other person, besides yourself, who knew how this felt.
"The horse was really ramming into you now, and he was ramming in with all his might. It was as if he were a real man, and he was your long lost lover or something. He wasn't just an animal anymore. Of course the fact that he was an animal was the only reason you were fucking him, because you had become an animal yourself, although you looked like a human being.
"Actually, you were the animal and the horse was the human being. It just looked as if it was the other way around. But we knew that it wasn't. I knew from the minute you took his whole cock in you, and from the way you were still taking his whole cock into you.
"No human being could do what you were doing. No human being could enjoy sex with an animal as much as you did, and were, and would be from then on. He was so far in you and you were screaming for more as if you thought he understood what you were saying to him. He didn't understand your words, but he understood your body actions.
"He understood them only too well, and he was responding to them as if he understood. You were grinding against him just as hard as you could and he was grinding into you just as hard as he could. You two were just made for each other, and you both sensed that, and so you acted upon it.
"We could hear your groans and we knew the horse was coming inside you and that you were coming also. You were making the sounds of orgasm, and we could see your come and his come flowing out of you. It was flowing out by the gallons. There was a flood of it, and it kept on coming.
"It was more come than anyone had ever seen in their lives, and they never would see it again. This was the first and last time they would ever see it, and they were straining to see, and they all saw, and I saw best of all. I was standing right near you now, and I could really hear you.
"I could even see the cock in you and see how it was bulging you out everywhere. It was as if his cock had filled up your whole body. I thought that's what it had done. I thought it had gone right up to your head and that it was going to poke out the top any second now.
"That's when you began to move even faster on the horse, and the horse had a hard time keeping up with you. You were going to win for sure now, and you were aiming for that the way you were bearing down hard on that long meaty shaft that you were making slimy with your cunt.
"We thought we heard one last gasp from you, but it was far from being your last. You had three more orgasms before the horse came again in you, and then you had another orgasm right after he did, and then you just drained the very life out of him and they had to take him away because he was all through and you had won.
"You called for another horse, and when you were through with him, you called for another, and another, and still another. We lost count of how many horses you took on that night, but you were still able to take on another one after you had finished with each and everyone of them.
"At the end you stood up and bowed to the audience. There was horse come all over your body. James, and I, and that man who had brought in the first horse came over to you and licked the horse come all off you.
We licked up every last drop and then you just spat in our faces and walked away. We lay there crying and you just laughed at us."
Beatrice was out of breath as she finished telling Vicky about her dream from the night before. She had been fingering herself the whole time and she had come and her whole body was drained like it had never been drained before. Just thinking about Vicky with an animal, and talking about it on top of that, had turned her on to the breaking point. And now she had broken.
Vicky had a bemused smile on her face that indicated that she had been amused by Beatrice's story. Maybe she dreamed that, Vicky said to herself, or maybe she just made it up as she went along and is only pretending that that was her dream. Whatever it is, I don't care, because I liked it, and that's all that matters.
Beatrice still sat in the far corner of the front seat. Her story had made the time go by fast, and it didn't seem to Vicky as if it would be very long before they got to the track. It wasn't going to be very long at all now. They would be there in a matter of minutes.
Vicky stopped thinking about what Beatrice had told her for the most part. She only thought of it in connection with Jocko. She thought about what Tom had told her that time about that girl who had died doing something similar to what Beatrice had dreamed.
She wondered if it were true.
Vicky didn't remember the story exactly now, but there was a girl in the story that Tom told, and she had been sucking a horse, and there were strings tied to the horse's cock, and there had been people watching, people who had been betting on either the girl or horse. But in Tom's story the horse had won. Vicky found that she liked Beatrice's dream a lot more than she liked Tom's story.
Beatrice's dream had an air of mystery about it, while Tom's story lacked any type of mystery. But then, Tom's story was based on fact, and Beatrice's dream was only based on what was in Beatrice's mind and those were the same things that were in Vicky's mind now and ever since that day when she had seen that girl with Chris and seen how Chris had made that girl suck off the horse.
That day had been a turning point in her life, just like that one week of fucking Herbert had been a partial turning point in her life. And then that man with the cabin in the woods, and that dog who had fucked her. That had been another turning point in her life.
And then the fact that she had run away, and that chance had fated her to get a ride from who she did so she could end up at that track, so she could end up in this front seat driving back to that track with the lesbian sister of her husband, who she had met because of her being at the track at the right time.
She had all that to think about-all the things that had happened since that day-as she now called it-and now she had Beatrice's dream to think about. What was going to happen to her now? Where was she headed?
What would be the next turning point in her life? It would have to be something really tremendous so that it surpassed everything that had happened so far.
If it didn't surpass it, it would not be a turning point in her life.
Each step had to be greater than the one before it. She could feel that in the core of her being, and she could feel it right between her legs where the come was dripping out of her and running down her thighs, and down her legs to her feet.
Can you smell me? she asked Beatrice in her mind. It was obvious that Beatrice could smell her from the way she was sniffing the air coming from Vicky's direction. But then, Vicky had been smelling Beatrice's come just before this when Beatrice had fingered herself to climax while telling Vicky her dream.
Vicky knew why she had wanted to go to the race track to begin with.
She was not conscious of her reason until this very minute, but she was sure it had always been in the back of her mind. She was going to do what the girl in Tom's story had done, and what she herself had done in Beatrice's dream.
Vicky was going to do that very same thing with Jocko, and at the track. Tomorrow night, or maybe even tonight, she would fuck Jocko with everyone watching; that is, all the people who worked at the track-the trainers, jockeys, stable boys, etc. They would place bets and it would be a contest.
"Are you thinking about my dream?" Beatrice asked. "Are you thinking about having a horse's cock up your cunt?"
"Yes, and a lot of other things," Vicky replied. "I suppose I can tell you, and I might as well. I'm going to live out your dream. Or at least, some of it anyway. I'm going to fuck Jocko the way that horse fucked me in your dream. I'll fuck him for everyone at the track to see, and they'll all place bets."
"Should I bet on you or on the horse?" Beatrice laughed.
Vicky was dead serious. "On me of course. I won last night and I'll win again tonight. That's why we have to get there so we can get everything ready. That platform has to be built. I have to rest up. Everything will happen the way it happened in your dream, only it will be just a little different. I'll just fuck Jocko and that's all, but I'll drain him before he drains me."
"I wish you luck," Beatrice said, and then she became quiet for the rest of the trip to the track, almost wishing now that she had never told Vicky about her dream. What would happen if Vicky didn't win?
"Don't worry about me," Vicky said, "just think about all the money you'll win if you bet on me. Not that you need the money, but winning money is a lot of fun. You'll enjoy it more. I certainly intend to bet on me. Maybe we should even place a bet for James. He might feel bad if he finds out we left him out of this altogether. I'm sure he feels bad enough as it is."
"I'm sure he does," Beatrice said.
"You know, I think James is going to be at the track when we get there," Vicky the spoke, staring off into space, and almost losing control of the car. She managed to keep the car on the road somehow, and Beatrice felt her heart stop almost.
"Yes," Vicky went on, "I'm sure he'll be there. And he'll have been there for some time when we get there. He'll be there to greet us at the gate. Just see if he isn't."
"For his sake I hope he isn't," Beatrice said. "I really feel sorry for him all of a sudden."
"No, he'll be there," Vicky continued, "and he'll think that his being there is for his sake. He knows why I'm coming here today. He knows I'm going to have some kind of sex with Jocko. Why do you think I married him in the first place? I married him because he caught me sucking off Jocko and he said he'd have me put in jail if I didn't marry him.
"I know now that I should have called his bluff. I know now that he was just bluffing and that he never would have been able to do what he said. Never in a million years could he have done it. And he won't do anything now either. He'll just accept it like he's accepted everything else. He has to. He hasn't got any other choice."
Vicky stopped right there and didn't talk the rest of the way. All she could do was think about Jocko's hard cock inside her and how very good it was going to make her feel. It was going to make her feel as if twenty cocks were in her at once and that they were all coming at the same time. A smile lit up her face as she thought about how good something like that would feel.