The track was just up ahead of them, right off the main highway. There were no cars there and so the racing was over for the day. But they had guessed that a long time ago when they realized how late it was. Vicky had slowed down in spite of her haste to get to the track. She had slowed down to a crawl almost.
They got out of the car after Vicky had parked it in the track's main parking lot and they made their way to the stables. The first two people Vicky saw were Phil and Jack. They looked at her and then they hurried, pretending that they hadn't seen her at all. They were obviously afraid of her, and Vicky knew that, and it made her feel extra good inside.
She had a feeling that everything that happened from now on would make her feel good inside. Especially Jocko's huge, hard, meaty, slimy shaft when it was all the way inside her.
Vicky had been right about her James. He was there waiting for them just like she had said he would be. Of course he hadn't been at the front gates, but he was at the front of the stable section where Jocko was.
"What took you so long?" he asked when they were right in front of him and almost on top of him at that. "I've been waiting for you for hours."
Vicky brushed right past him and into the stable so she could get her first look at Jocko in a what seemed like a century. He was still the beautiful creature that he always had been. But then, she hadn't expected him to change any. It would be impossible for that to happen.
He would always look this way to her, if only in her mind.
Beatrice and James followed behind her.
"Beatrice will tell you my plans for this evening, James," Vicky said, dismissing him with her tone of voice. "Now you take care of all the little details, Beatrice; after all, it was your dream that started all this. And take him with you so he won't be in my way. I'll take care of the important things like Jocko and myself."
She gave Beatrice a cold hard stare and Beatrice led James out of the stable without saying a word to him or a word to Vicky. She didn't have to say anything to Vicky, and there was still time to explain everything to James.
Vicky rubbed her hands together. "Well, Jocko, you and I are going to perform for the fine people this evening. It won't be the thousands and thousands that were in Beatrice's dream, but we don't need that many.
For us there will be enough. Actually, we don't even need those people, Jocko. We just need each other. You know that and I know that."
Jocko just stood there like he always did, staring off at something that only he knew what it was he was looking at. Vicky smiled even more warmly now.
"Yes, Jocko, tonight is going to be the biggest night of your life, and possibly even the biggest night of my life. Who knows? I could end up like that girl Tom told me about. I could get killed, and this could turn out to be the last night of my life. It just might turn out that way. I don't think it will, and I don't want it to, but that's the way it could happen."
She walked over to Jocko and began to stroke his flanks.
"You feel the same way," she said, stroking him harder and harder, and pretty soon she was stroking him just as hard as she possibly could.
"I wonder if everything else feels the same?" she asked, getting down on her knees.
Jocko's cock hung limp between his legs. It reminded her of a soft baseball bat. Even when it was soft, it felt hard to her. It would always feel hard to her.
"Yes," she said, stroking his soft cock that was suddenly rising into an erection, "everything feels the same, but then I knew that it would.
I just used that as an excuse to touch you; not that I really needed an excuse. I don't need anything but the desire to touch you, and I have that all the time."
She was stroking Jocko's cock back and forth, up and down the entire length, and right down on his balls. He was very hard now and she gazed at his hard cock for a moment and allowed herself to be amazed by it.
"Now it really is the way I remember it," she said. "Just the way I'll always want to remember it."
Vicky was stroking him even harder now, and she could feel how hot she was making Jocko's cock. It was actually burning up right in her hand.
"That's it, Jocko, get hot and hard. That's just the way you are supposed to get when I'm around you. Whenever I'm near you, I want you to be hot and hard, just like you are, just like you were that first time for me. I'll always remember that first time, and I'm sure, in your own way, you remember it too."
She brought her lips close to the head of Jocko's cock and kissed it as gently as she knew how. That made Jocko stir somewhat and that made Vicky kiss the head of his cock again, and this time with a little more pressure, but just a little more.
"You felt that, did you? Well, feel this."
And she kept kissing the head of his cock, over and over, and harder and harder each time.
"I'll bet you feel every one of those, don't you?" she then asked, pulling away for a second, but only for a second, and for no longer than that.
The more time she spent away from his cock, the less time she had to suck on it. The time she wasted talking about it, she could spend actually doing it, and she wanted to do it much more than she wanted to talk about it. Talking about it didn't get his cock in her mouth like she was doing right then.
She had the head of his cock in her mouth and she was already sucking on it with all her might. Yes, Jocko, she said to herself, as her tongue went wild over the head of his cock, stabbing into the crack, and rubbing back and forth against that opening, yes, this is what I like best of all. Your cock in my mouth. Me sucking on you like this.
I've waited so long to do this again, and now I'll never wait that long to do it again.
She sucked harder and harder on the head of his cock and then she worked more of his cock in her mouth and sucked harder and harder on that. She was running her mouth up and down the full length of his cock now, and then she was sucking wildly on his balls. His balls seemed to be as hard as his cock, but then they had the last time also.
She was more frantic this time than she had been the first time with him. Much more frantic. She hadn't been this frantic with Jack and Phil's horse, and not with Chris' horse. Only with Jocko could she feel this way, and not with any other animal; horse, dog, or whatever.
Jocko was real to her because his cock was real to her. And now it was so very deep in her mouth, and down her throat even, and she was sucking like a wild woman on it. She was going to suck it right off him if she could. She certainly wanted to right then. Suck it off, keep it hard like this, and just carry it around with her. Maybe mount it in her room. Someday, when Jocko had to die, that was what she meant to do. She would have his cock mounted and she would keep it in her room.
That just made her suck on him all the more, and she was grabbing at his balls as she did this. My beautiful Jocko, she said to herself. My very beautiful Jocko. How really big you feel. You feel even bigger than you did when I first began to suck on you. Your cock is growing right in my mouth, and my sucking is making it grow, isn't it?
Now she bore down for what she knew would be the final moments just before he erupted in his gushing orgasm. And he would gush even more than he had that first time she sucked him off like this. He would gush out gallons and she would swallow it all down, and what she didn't swallow down, she would lick up later.
She had been right, and as she had known she would be. Bearing down on him like she did, her lips closing in tight around his hot, throbbing cock flesh, she could feel him start to come. It seemed like a dribble at first, and then it was followed by the gush that came right afterwards, and filled her whole mouth, and spilled over the sides of her mouth.
It was running down her chin, neck, and tits, just like it always did with her. Like she always wanted it to do.
She liked feeling his cock like this all over her body, and not just in her mouth. This way the outside of her body could experience the same sensations that the inside of her body was experiencing. It would burn.
Her skin on the outside of her body would burn, and her whole insides would burn.
This burning sensation-or sensations as they sometimes were-was what made it all worthwhile. That plus everything else it made her feel. And when she felt that he was just as hot as she was, she felt even better about what they had just done.
His come was still shooting out of the crack in the head of his cock, and she was still drinking down just as much of it as she could, letting the rest of it run down all over her body, just like she had been doing all along. She felt herself quivering inside to the point where she fell away from him.
His cock just hung loose in front of her, but all she did now was look at it. "That's some piece of slimy cock you got there," she said out loud. "Yes, that sure is. I could lick that hard piece of meat all day and all night, and one of these days I'm going to. Just see if I don't."
Then she did lean forward again, and she licked all the slimy come off him; after all, it was her slimy come on his slimy come that was all over his cock like that. She wanted to get some more of it in her mouth before she was through for this session. After all, tonight was going to be the big event. Tonight she would actually get his cock inside her.
She remembered Chris' horse-the only horse's cock that had ever been in her-and she remembered how good it had felt once it was inside her.
Jocko's cock would feel even better than that once it was inside her.
It would feel like twenty cocks. She just knew that it would.
"Rest up, Jocko," Vicky said, getting to her feet, "we're going to have some night, you and I. They won't be able to walk away saying they didn't get their money's worth. We'll certainly give them that, and I'm sure we'll give them a lot more."
The smile came over her face and she went over and lay in a corner of the stable. She closed her eyes, and soon she was asleep. She had a dream about Jocko, and it was quite similar to Beatrice's dream. It was also quite similar to Tom's story about that girl. Actually it was similar to a lot of things that she could think of, and which she did after Beatrice woke her up in the middle of it.
"I was dreaming," she said to Beatrice as she rubbed her eyes.
Beatrice laughed, and then stopped her laugh short. "I could tell that by the look on your face just before I woke you. I knew you were dreaming about tonight or something connected with tonight. Maybe you were even dreaming my dream."
"It was certainly like it in many ways," Vicky said, letting Beatrice help her to her feet.
Without warning she pressed right into Beatrice and kissed her full on the mouth. She got her arms around Beatrice and squeezed her tight and then got her hands under Beatrice's dress and down under her panties and right on her ass. She rubbed Beatrice's ass with a hard, circular motion, and then she began to finger Beatrice's asshole.
It was just when Beatrice went to do that to her that Vicky pulled away just as quickly as she had started the whole thing.
"That was just a sample of something you might get in the future if you did everything I told you," Vicky said, "and did them right. They have to be done right."
"Of course they were," Beatrice said, still suffering from what was a blatant rejection to her way of thinking. "After all, it was my dream, and I know it better than even you. I even had that platform built.
Just like the one that was in my dream. You'll see that I didn't forget one of those little details you told me to do before."
"Are they betting on me or Jocko?" Vicky then asked.
"On both of you," Beatrice responded.
"Did you bet my money on me?" Vicky then asked.
"And my money and James' money," Beatrice responded. "We'll really clean up if you win. And you're right. It is more fun to win money than to just have it when you want it. I can feel it even before we win it."
"I knew you would," Vicky said. "Well, it's almost time."
"Should I lead the horse in for you?" Beatrice asked.
"Hmmmm, I wonder about that?" Vicky seemed puzzled all of a sudden.
"Should it be you or someone else? I think maybe it should be a man."
"James?" Beatrice asked.
"No, not James," Vicky spouted off without even giving it a second thought. "I think it should be Phil. Yes, Phil. He helped me once before with his own horse, and he can help me again. Go get a jockey named Phil. He was that one we first saw with that old man. The first two people we saw when we got here. Tell him what I expect of him, and tell him firmly. He's afraid of his own shadow, and he'll be afraid of you if you talk to him firmly."
Beatrice walked out of the stable again. Vicky began to think if she should go out naked, or with her clothes on. It was a shame she didn't have that white outfit she had worn in Beatrice's dream. That would really look like something.
It didn't really matter all that much though. All she needed was her body and Jocko's cock. That was all. Anything else was unnecessary, no matter how nice it might have looked.
She looked outside and saw that it was starting to get dark. She saw Phil come in the stable right then. She smiled at him and then walked quickly past him and outside into the night air. All the people from the track were formed in a circle down a ways from her. Laughingly almost, she surveyed the crowd and then started through it as the circle moved apart so that she could get to the extreme middle where the small platform was. She didn't even look at any of the people. She just lay down on her back on the platform and let her legs dangle over the sides.
She had her legs spread wide apart and her cunt was wide open because of that.
"Just look at that pussy," she heard someone say. "She can fuck anything."
"Anything but a horse," someone else said.
"Want to place a side bet on that?" the first voice said again.
"Don't mind if I do," the second voice replied.
Then she didn't hear anything although everyone around her was talking to one another. Her thoughts about Jocko's cock blotted out anything else than might interfere with the memories she had already. She would have more memories after tonight. More things to remember whenever she thought about that huge cock.
"And I'll think about it often," she whispered under her breath.
Even though she didn't really have to since no one would have been able to hear her above the noise they themselves were making with their chatter, she preferred to keep this opinion to herself.
Then she heard Beatrice's soft voice next to her ear. Beatrice was right next to her and leaning over her. "I know you're going to come out of this okay, and that's not what I'm concerned about though. I want you to fuck him for the both of us, okay? Will you do that? It was my dream, and I deserve something out of it."
Vicky shut her eyes and was quiet for what seemed like the longest time to Beatrice who was patiently waiting for her answer. An answer she really felt would be another one of Vicky's rejections. I better get used to her rejections, Beatrice said to herself bitterly, I'll be getting a lot more in the future. A lot more.
Finally Vicky spoke up. "Of course I'll fuck him for the both of us, I was going to anyway. You see, you were wrong this time. I didn't reject you like you expected me to. And I didn't do that because I knew you expected it."
She gave that funny laugh of hers.
"Tell Phil to bring Jocko now," she said out loud so everyone could hear. She had shouted it at the top of her lungs and everyone had heard her above all their own noise. They stopped talking and looked at her.
They were spellbound by her naked body. They all wanted it for their own. To fuck and to do whatever else they wanted to it.
"She was here before," she heard someone say. "I got a hard-on the minute I saw her. I wanted to fuck her in the worst way, and I still do for that matter. I'm sure I'll spend the rest of my life wanting to fuck her."
"So will the rest of us," another voice said.
They made way for Phil and the horse and Phil brought the horse right up to the edge of the platform. Vicky could feel Jocko licking the bottoms of her feet. Everything he does feels good to me, Vicky said to herself, feeling Jocko's tongue flick up and down the bottoms of both her feet.
The platform was right between Jocko's legs now, and he was moving up alongside of her body. His underside brushed against her thighs, her hairy mound, her stomach, and her tits. When they brushed against her tits Vicky could feel both her nipples get rigid and stay rigid.
She could feel his cock hanging down from his body and pressing into her stomach. She grabbed hold of it in both hands without having to look at it or for it. With something this big, you just had to feel for it. You just had to sense it. And you could each and every time like she just had.
Vicky pressed Jocko's cock into her stomach harder, and she raised herself off the platform somewhat and pressed her stomach against his cock as hard as she could. She pressed the head right into her belly button, and that felt so good, and she began to move it around against her belly button in a circular motion.
She could feel the strings on Jocko's cock and she smiled to herself.
Beatrice certainly had remembered everything, hadn't she? Every single thing. Not a thing was missing except for that white outfit, and of course it wasn't Beatrice's fault that she couldn't get that item.
Vicky was now stroking the head of Jocko's cock, and she was stroking it as gently as she knew how. This will really get him, she thought.
I'm sure he loves this as much as I love doing it. He really does. And thinking that, she kept it up for a few more minutes before she moved her hands farther down on his cock.
She was lifting her hips off the platform now and she was getting his cock right between her legs. She was rubbing the head of his cock back and forth on her clit. That made her quiver inside and it made her start to squirm. She could feel her cunt lips getting wet with her sex juices already.
Her cunt lips were really wet when she rubbed the hard cock against them. Actually she had been doing that right along since the head of Jocko's cock was so wide, and she wasn't that wide across. She was pressing into him and rotating her hips in a circular motion. She was rotating her hips in one direction and moving his cock in the opposite direction.
That created all kinds of sensations inside her. Sensations that filled up her body and made her shake even more and squirm a little more.
Inside she was already a mass of quivers. Inside she was already overflowing with her cunt liquids. They were flowing right out of her; almost gushing out of her.
Now she eased the head of his cock into her cunt. That seemed to fill her up already. Maybe she wouldn't be able to get him all in, and then she would lose the bet. No, she said to herself, you will get all of him inside you. You will. Not because of the bet. No, not because of that. You'll do it for more important reasons than that. Much more important reasons.
She could hear the people start to clap. They were clapping rather softly and rather timidly. They're all afraid to make me do what they are dying to see, she thought to herself. They are really afraid to see it.
"Clap louder," she said, yelling like she had that one time before.
"Clap louder or I'll stop right now. You wouldn't want that would you?
No, I'm sure you don't. You want to see this, and I want to do it for you. Now clap louder or else I'll just get up and walk off right now.
Did you hear me?"
No one said a word, but they all began to clap as loud as they could.
They clapped so loud and so hard and so fast that their hands hurt them in no time, but still they kept right on clapping because they knew what would happen if they didn't.
"That's it," Vicky said, easing another inch of Jocko's cock inside her until she could feel the second piece of string, "now you're clapping the right way. Keep it up though. The minute you stop, I stop. And you don't want that. None of you here wants that. Not even my husband. He wants it more than all of you put together."
Then she didn't say another word the whole time. She worked around those first two inches that were inside her, and the fullness that she felt, plus the warmth, was making her head spin already. That was just what it was doing. She could feel her tits heaving up and down so very fast.
That's the way to do it, she said to herself, coaching herself along.
That's just the way to do it. She closed her cunt muscles around that part of his cock that was in her, and she closed them around his cock just as hard as she could. That made more of her sex juices flow.
She heard the clapping get louder, and that's when she eased another inch of his cock inside her. She felt that third piece of string and again she stopped. Again she began to work on that part of Jocko's cock that was now inside her. Now it was three inches, and before too long, it would be four, and five, etc.
She just knew that she was going to be able to get Jocko's whole cock inside her. At last she knew that she wanted to, and that was all that mattered to her. If she wanted to, then she could. It was that simple.
It had to be. She rotated her hips more and more and that seemed to excite Jocko, not that he needed to be excited. He was that already.
For some reason she opened her eyes. That's when she saw the leather strap that was hanging down under Jocko's underside. She could tell that it went all around his middle like those strings went around his cock. It was something she could use, like that time with Chris' horse, when she had raised herself on the stirrups.
Now she didn't really have to use this strap, the platform did all that for her. But she would use it because she wanted to. She could make it feel better that way. She could really hump away on him and really throw her cunt open wide. She thought of that and more as she grabbed hold of the strap.
She pulled herself up on it and she lowered herself down on his cock so that another inch of his cock went into her. She felt the fourth string. She felt warmer and fuller now. His cock felt as if it was expanding inside her. Expanding both in roundness and in length.
"Oh, please," she said under her breath, "keep feeling like this the whole time. Let me feel you feel like this the whole time that you are in me." And she was sure that that was how he would feel the whole time that he was in her. Now she moved around those four inches like she had the first three, the first two, and even the very first inch that went in her. An inch of his cock seemed longer than the inch of some other cock.
Now she could feel her sex juices really starting to pour out of her, and she could feel his cock throbbing away as he got ready to fill her with his hot, sticky, slimy cream. She could feel it building up inside him, and she could also feel that it was just busting to get out and in her.
The clapping continued. And now it was as loud as it would ever get.
They were clapping with all their might, and they were stomping their feet, and they were yelling at the top of their lungs for her to take the whole cock inside her. That was what they wanted now. They wanted it all in her.
They couldn't take this inch at a time stuff. Not any more. They wanted her to finish the job now. Get it all inside her and just work out on it until she was drained or the horse was drained. This is what they were watching for anyway.
I think I'll tease them a little more, Vicky said, easing in just another inch of Jocko's cock, and that was all. Let them really scream for me to shove it all inside me. And they will soon. Soon enough they'll be screaming just the way I want them to. And it'll be before I get another inch inside me.
As usual she was right about those things. She heard them screaming at the very top of their lungs for her to shove it into her all the way.
She felt her body relax somewhat, and she felt herself opening her thighs wider, thus opening her cunt wider. It's amazing how big I am inside, she thought to herself, as she got ready to take in the rest of Jocko's cock.
She knew there was a lot more left, but she always knew that she would get it all in her. She had done it in Beatrice's dream, and she would do it now. Yes, she most certainly would. Yes, Beatrice, she almost said out loud, this is for the both of us. It is indeed for you just like it's for me. Your dream made it possible, you know.
She began to grind into Jocko's cock harder and harder, and then she could feel the rest of his cock sliding right inside her. It went in her so very fast that it took her breath away, what little breath she had left. It was like a sharp pointed knife going in her. Yes, that was just what it was.
Either that or a hard metal stake. Now it was driven right up inside of her, and she could feel his bag-like balls slapping hard against her ass. He was ramming his cock in and out of her, and he was actually fucking her now. He was actually fucking her as if she was a female horse.
You never had a more responsive fuck than me, she said to herself, humping hard into his groin, feeling it go so far inside her on every inward stroke. It seemed to split her in half, and she thought she felt her whole body getting ready to explode. And that was just what she did feel.
She really did feel as if her whole body was going to split into a million pieces and just go flying off in all directions at once. Watch out for my pieces, she felt like yelling at the audience that was more frantic now than before. They were seeing just what they wanted to see, what they had wanted to see right from the beginning.
Vicky really had teased them beyond the breaking point, and that was why they were now acting this way. They were mad people. They were animals. They were grunting and groaning as if it was them that was fucking her. Right then every single one of them felt as if he was fucking her.
Vicky could feel that and it turned her on to the breaking point. And now that she was at the breaking point she could feel Jocko getting more ready to explode. More ready than he was a few seconds ago. More ready than he had been the whole time. Yes, it's going to happen very soon, she told herself.
It was going to happen soon, and it was all going to happen to her, and she and Jocko were the ones who were going to make it happen. Only they could make something like this happen, and they were on the verge of doing just that. They seemed to stay on the verge for the longest time.
Vicky could feel herself still building to her climax and she could feel her whole body going soft inside. Her cunt was so sore that she thought she would never be able to fuck again. He was stroking her so hard inside, and he kept stroking her harder and harder inside.
That hard, burning cock flesh of his was making the inside of her pussy burn more than it ever had before, and that was because it was burning so much. It was burning to the point where she thought it would go up in flames almost. And of course she felt the very same way inside.
He came into her first, and that sudden jerk, and that first gush of come, sent her flying in space. It went right through her whole body once, and then it went through her whole body a second and a third time. Then on came his come, and that did the exact same thing.
That seemed to go all through her, and she was flying higher in space.
This must be what it's like to be high on drugs, she thought. I got there with them. I can get there anytime that I want to. And I'm sure I'll want to many, many times. She felt her own orgasm then, and that shook her as much as his orgasm had. Her own come seemed to go all through her also.
There was a steady stream of come pouring out of his still very hard cock, and she tried to keep as much of it inside her cunt as she possibly could. Naturally she couldn't keep it all inside her cunt.
There was just too much of him. She felt his come dripping down her thighs and under her ass.
His sticky, hot cream seemed to be everywhere, and even places where it wasn't. Where she knew that it wasn't. It didn't matter though. She could feel it in those places as well. She could feel it all inside her, and all over the outside of her. It was burning her flesh up.
Inside, it was making her quiver so much that she didn't think she would ever be able to stop. Of course, she didn't want to stop either.
The people seemed to have died on her, but that was because they knew that she had had an orgasm and that Jocko had had an orgasm. Now they waited to see who would be drained first.
Vicky could feel herself getting quite limp, almost to the point where she felt like she was going to black out. She didn't though, and she was amazed by the fact that she didn't. She was already set to lose the bet now. It didn't matter one way or the other.
What really mattered was what Jocko had just done to her, and what he was still doing to her. Nothing else but that made any real difference to her. Certainly not some stupid bet that she hadn't cared about to begin with. That was just an excuse, a reason to do what she had done, and what she was still doing.
Now she knew that she would never need an excuse to do anything with Jocko anytime. She had all the reasons in the world for doing what she knew she was going to be doing from now on. They would take Jocko back first thing tomorrow, and she would drive him. That way, she knew he would get back.
Jocko's cock was still exploding inside, and then the last of his come just dripped into her. She yelled at him to leave it in her as if she really thought that he could understand.
"No," she finally said at the very top of her lungs so that everyone could hear her-even though that had not been her intention, she had only wanted Jocko to hear her, and he didn't seem to hear her at all,
"No, Jocko, stay deep inside me where you belong. Stay in me, Jocko. I want more of you. I want much more."
She kept yelling that over and over, even after Jocko was no longer inside her, and even after he was no longer hard enough so he could get back in her. Everyone stared at her in total disbelief. She had taken all that from that horse and now she was begging for more. She was actually demanding more, and wanting more. How could that be?
Vicky could feel herself getting dizzier and dizzier. They didn't see that though. All they saw was her trying desperately to grab for his cock so that she could get him back inside her. That was all they saw, and to them, that was all they had to see. She had won. She had outlasted the horse.
Vicky was really beside herself when James picked her up and carried her back to the stable. All the other people paid or collected their bets, and then drifted off to their own rooms to dream about what they had just seen. Beatrice collected all the bets for James, herself, and Vicky. It came to quite a bit.
James had put Vicky in the bed and then he left her there and went outside where Beatrice was standing with all the money in her hand. She wasn't counting it just yet, and instead she was just waving it about in the air above her head. It wasn't the money that excited her though.
"It happened the same way that it did in my dream," she yelled, knowing full well that he didn't have the faintest idea what she was talking about. That was one little detail she had left out, and probably the only one, but it was most likely the most important thing she could have told him, and didn't. And she didn't plan on telling him now either.
"She did it for the both of us," she then said, and with that she collapsed on the ground on her knees. She could feel the rocks digging into her soft knee caps and cutting her, but she didn't have the will or the energy to get up. She had used it all in that one last yell.
James just looked at her and shook his head.
"I know it can't be the money that's got you this way," he said. "How could it when we've had so much of it all our lives? No, you actually thought it was you the horse was fucking. And you can feel him still fucking you right this very minute."
Beatrice just nodded her head.
"I thought as much," James said, picking her up off the ground. "You're just like her now, or she's just like you. It's hard to tell at this point just who became this way first. I know I can't tell, and I'm not even going to bother to."