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

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