mouth, and then she could feel the come just shooting out of him and filling her right up and spilling over her lips.
Like always, there was just too much come for her to hold in her mouth, and too much for her to swallow. She swallowed as much as she could, but it came out too fast for her to swallow it all. And there was just too much of it. She did the best that she could, and she got as much of it as she could.
The rest of it ran down her chin and down her neck and was running all over her body. She drank down his come and felt it burning her throat.
She could feel it as it ran all the way down to her stomach. The taste of it drove her out of her mind. It was so bitter and so sweet at the same time.
She felt her mouth getting hotter and hotter inside and that just made her suck on him all the harder. That just made her whole body burn up all the more inside. She could feel the twitching in her cunt, and she knew what was causing that. She thought about Chris' horse and how his cock had felt inside her, and she could just imagine how this horse's cock would feel inside her.
Thinking about Chris' horse though, she began to think about Chris. I wonder if he even knows that I'm gone? I wonder if he even cares? She knew that he couldn't possible care, and that he was probably glad to get rid of her. After all, she knew too much about him, and that was something she could have held against him.
This way, he didn't have to worry about her telling anyone. Not that she would have told anyone, and not that she could have told anyone without implicating herself. She tried to blot all of that out of her mind though as she tried to concentrate on what she was doing.
Sucking on this cock was the only thing that was really important to her, and she knew that. It was stiff hard, and it was still in her mouth, and that was where she always wanted to keep it. Except for those times of course when it was in her cunt. That was the only other place she wanted this cock to be. Of course, there was her asshole as well. Tom had shown her how good that could feel, and if for nothing else, she could be grateful to him for that.
She could feel the horse building up again and that made her suck on him all the harder. That's it, big boy, she said to herself. That's the way to do it. And with that she slid her mouth back and forth on him, closing her lips around him just as tightly as she could.
She pressed her lips into the burning skin of his cock and felt his wad building up to the point where it was now spilling out into her mouth for the second time. She grabbed hold of his huge balls and held onto them with all her might. They were just as hard as his cock.
It felt so good, and she didn't ever want to stop what she was doing. I won't ever stop, she felt like yelling at the top of her lungs. I won't ever stop, and there's nothing in this world that could ever make me stop.
Chapter 5
The force of the horse's second orgasm knocked her over and she lay on her back beneath him. She looked up at his stomach and wondered what it must be like to be a female horse. That way he could mount me without any trouble. This way, if he did that, he would kill me before he could even get it inside me.
She would have to find a way for her to be able to fuck this horse, or any other horse for that matter, without getting herself killed in the process. The way she had fucked Chris' horse had been too hard on her.
Her arms had gotten so sore holding onto those stirrups, and she had wasted a lot of energy that way.
She got to her feet and looked at the horse. Don't worry, she said to herself. I'll find a way. With that she went into the room where Phil and Jack were still asleep. She looked at their sleeping forms and suddenly got disgusted. She grabbed a blanket and went back into the stable and curled up in a corner.
This was where she belonged, and from now on this was where she would sleep. She would sleep with the horses just like she had sex with them.
She had always known that horses were her whole life. Now she knew that more than ever. It wasn't long before she was sound asleep.
The next morning it was Phil who found her in the stable and woke her up. Without saying a word to him she went and took her morning shower.
She ignored all the remarks that the men in the shower made to her, and she didn't even once look at any of their naked bodies. She didn't have to.
When she was dressed she took the horse out for a morning workout. He was a good runner and she knew that he would win many races. If nothing else, Phil was a good jockey. More than anything Vicky wanted to be able to ride in a race, but that was impossible. No woman had ever been a jockey, and no woman ever would be.
She thought about this as she brought the horse back to the stable.
Phil was still out on the track working the other horse out. She could just barely make him out. Jack was inside the room having a cup of coffee and smoking one of those horrible cigars of his.
He looked up at her and smiled. 'How you feeling today?' he asked.
'I feel okay,' she said, fixing herself a cup of coffee.
'Where's Phil?'
'He's still working Linda out on the track,' she replied, sitting across the table from him.
'She's a good horse,' he said. 'Won a few races in her time.'
'Maybe she'll win some more.'
'No,' he said, 'she's too old. It's up to Lucky's Pride to win all the races now. He's the young one. I'll get a lot of money for stud services for him someday.'
'That you will,' Vicky said.
Jack was playing with his coffee cup. It was obvious that he was nervous about something.
'Are you thinking of marrying Phil?' he asked.
'Yes, I am,' she replied.
'You know of course that he can never… that you'll never have any children? You know that, don't you?'
He looked like he was on the verge of tears.
Vicky decided to be cruel. 'I know he can't get it up. I know he can't fuck me and that he can only go down on me. That's okay.'
'You're just like she was,' he said.
'You mean, I'm just like she is. Your wife is still alive Jack and you know that. She's alive and well in Mexico and she's fucking all the animals that she can. What's the matter? Couldn't you ever get it up with her? Is Phil really your son?'
'He most certainly is my son,' Jack yelled. 'You miserable little whore. You're no damn good. None of you are any good.'
'Now, Jack,' she said, getting on her knees in front of his chair, 'is that any way to talk?'
'You're all no damn good,' he said again and again.
She undid his zipper and pulled out his soft cock from behind his jockey shorts. She stroked it up and down and then she kissed it lightly on the head. It didn't look as if it would ever get hard, but she kissed it anyway. She took it in her mouth even and began to suck on it.
'Don't do that,' he begged. 'Please don't do that.'
The more he begged her not to do it, the more she did it. She kept it up until she felt him getting hard, and that took some time, but he finally did get hard, and then she sucked on him all the more. She could feel him grabbing at her hair, and she went after him like a wild woman now.
It wasn't that long before he was shooting off in her mouth. It had been years since anyone had done this to him, and he had been saving up for this moment. The come just came shooting out of his cock in gushes, and then he just went limp again. His whole body shook until it couldn't shake anymore.
She drained the very life right out of him and then she carefully put his wilted cock back in his pants. She got to her feet and just looked down at him with this evil grin on her face.
'It's been a long time, hasn't it, old man?' she sneered. 'Don't you just wish I had let you fuck me instead?'
She laughed at the top of her lungs and then she made her way outside again. It was hot out still and there
