tightly as she could, and she really pressed him down into her.
She could feel him sliding his cock in and out of her, but all she could think of was Jocko's cock and how that would feel once she got it inside her. James' cock was nothing compared to what Jocko's cock would feel like. Oh well, she thought, I can put up with James, if I can have Jocko too.
And it was Jocko that she really wanted. She could see behind her and she could see his cock hanging down almost to the floor. He was still hard. James had his head buried between her tits, and he had his eyes shut tight. He couldn't see that she wasn't paying any attention to him.
She was grinding her groin against his and she was putting out for him as if she really meant it, but of course she didn't. Even compared to Tom's cock, his cock was so small. It hardly felt like anything inside of her. She needed a much bigger cock than this, and she meant to have it.
From now on, only a horse's cock would ever be able to fill her up again. Sure, she would marry James, and sure she would have sex with him, but what difference would that make to her? None whatsoever.
Nothing would keep her from getting Jocko's cock inside her, because that was what she really wanted.
She would have to devise that method so that he could mount her and not kill her at the same time. That was the important part. Finding a way so that he could fuck her. That was the most important thing in her life right now. That and keeping James happy enough so that he wouldn't interfere in her life.
She could feel him humping away at her like a madman and she tried to imagine that it was Jocko that was fucking her. Seeing his huge cock in the back of her mind, and trying to picture him deep inside her, made her open her thighs wider, and raise her hips off the floor as much as possible.
She actually could feel Jocko inside her now, and feeling him that way, she became more frantic in her movements. She threw her legs straight up in the air, and just ground her pussy against James as hard as she could. He thought she was getting turned on by the way he was fucking her, and that made him fuck her all the harder.
That's it, Jocko, she was saying to herself. Get it way deep inside me and really let me have it. Really let me have it good. Yes, Jocko, the harder the better. I like it that way. I really do. I like it as hard as you can do it.
James' cock erupted inside her and she felt her own come pouring down around his cock.
'Fuck me,' she screamed. 'Really fuck me.
Chapter 6
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
