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.'
Chapter 9
James then carried Beatrice into the stable, first lifting her high in his arms, and then going right through the open stable doors. He took her in the small room where Vicky was in one bed and already asleep, and he lay Beatrice down in the other one, and she was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
James watched them both for a few minutes longer, and then he went back outside. First he took a look at Jocko who seemed all done in. He had to laugh at that, and he patted Jocko on the flanks before he went outside. It was pitch black out and it was more than just chilly.
James felt a sudden chill and then he felt a slight degree of fear, although he wasn't exactly sure just what it was that he was supposed to be afraid of. Not being able to think of anything, he drove the thought, and even the fear from his mind. He had more important things to think about and worry about than some unknown fear.
He couldn't see very well, and he made his way very cautiously in what he thought was the direction of the parking lot where Vicky had parked the car (he had flown up on a private plane himself and that was why he had gotten there before they did). He stumbled and almost fell more than once.
Finally when he reached the car-and it seemed like it took him a full hour to get there-he opened the door and climbed in the back seat. He lay down full length in the back seat, and before he knew it he was asleep. And then, before he was halfway through his dream, a hand was shaking him awake.
It turned out to be Beatrice.
'What time is it?' he asked,
'I don't know,' she responded. 'My watch stopped, and I haven't bothered to ask anyone. We'll find out soon enough.'
'How is Vicky?' he then asked, as if he was afraid to, and in a way he was.
'Your little wife is doing fine,' Beatrice chimed, meaning every word because she wanted to more than anything else in the world. 'In fact, she's out horseback riding and has been for a few hours now. I guess she got up at the crack of dawn, and she's been riding around that track ever since. She looks good on a horse.'
'As good as she looks under a horse?' he asked.
'Probably,' Beatrice replied, adding nothing further because she could sense his bad mood.
'That horse could have fallen on her and killed her,' he said, not knowing if he was angry because it hadn't done that, or just mad at himself for wanting it to happen, and yet glad that it didn't.
'I hear some queen or something died like that,' Beatrice said. 'I read it in this history book that told about the sex lives of royalty. This queen, or whatever she was, loved horses, and she wouldn't let anything else fuck her. Nothing or no one at all. She just liked big, ugly work horses though and not racing horses. The bigger and uglier they were the better she liked it. She said that they had bigger cocks than all the other horses. Anyway, she was going at this one horse, and she had this contraption set up where the horse was almost standing up on his back legs. She was riding him good with everything she had when the cables broke and he just fell right on top of her and killed her. They don't tell things like that in the average history book. You have to look for those things, and I did. I'm glad I did too.'
'I'll just bet you are,' James sneered.
He was now out of the car and he was standing up straight on his two feet. His heart felt as if it had been stepped on, and his mouth felt dry, and his legs felt a little shaky, but other than that, he was more or less awake.
'I still say she could have gotten killed and I don't think that people should let those things happen,' he said,
