'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
