And as far as Vicky was concerned, that was the worst thing that could have happened. Chris ignored her just like he always did, and everyday he took another girl out riding. Vicky forced herself not to follow them, and the looks Chris gave her told her that she better not follow them.
Vicky also managed to stay away from Chris' horse, and she didn't go near him, except to saddle him those times that Chris told her to.
Other than that, she just did the work she was supposed to, and spent the rest of her time in her room fingering herself to climax.
That was the only kind of sex she allowed herself, and it was beginning to get on her nerves. She needed a lot more than just that. She needed a cock inside her; a big cock that could come a lot. A cock like that horse had or even that dog. Vicky began to think about running away.
She would go someplace where they raised horses and she would get a job taking care of them. Then at night she would sneak down into the stables and do what she had to do. She didn't dare do that now because she was so afraid that Chris would catch her. She was sure that he hated her, although she couldn't figure out why he would. After what he saw me doing, he should love me all the more for it, she said to herself over and over.
But the fact of the matter was that he didn't. He seemed to think even less of her, and now he hardly said a word to her. Before, he hadn't said that much to her, and now he said even less. Vicky just couldn't take it any longer. She had to get away from him before she went crazy.
And to make matters worse, Vicky now had these strange cravings for animals. Especially horses. Every night she would dream about getting fucked by a horse. Before it had been Chris that she would dream about, but now it was his horse, or anyone else's horse for that matter.
One day she finally made up her mind to leave the Butler farm, and that night she packed a suitcase, and leaving a note for her parents, she crept out of the house and made her way to the main highway on foot.
There were no cars this time of night and she began to walk.
She walked some distance before she went off the road and into the woods. She lay down and fell asleep as soon as her head had touched the ground. She slept soundly for about six hours and then the traffic woke her up. She got to her feet immediately and got back on the road and stuck out her thumb.
Car after car passed her by and then a car with a horse trailer behind it pulled up in front of her and she ran up to its opened door. There were two men inside of it, an old man and a younger man who had the look of a jockey all over his face. This is for me, Vicky said, as she climbed in the back seat. The car shot off as soon as she was in it.
"I'm Jack," the old man said, "and this is my son, Phil. We're headed for the track up here. Where you going?"
"That's where I'm going too," Vicky said.
"You know anything about horses?" Jack asked.
"I was born on a horse," Vicky said.
"Maybe you'd like to work some for us then," Jack said. "We can't pay much, but we can feed you and buy you some clothes if you need any."
"I don't need too much," Vicky said.
Vicky noticed how Phil was looking her all over. Vicky had on a blouse and slacks and it was then that she noticed that her blouse was almost opened all the way. The top three buttons were unfastened. When she went to button them, Phil pushed her hand away and did it for her.
"You're awfully good looking," he said.
"Thank you," she said, leaning back in the seat, and sticking her tits out as far as she could.
"Yeah," he said, "I'll bet you're a mean one in bed. I'll bet you wrap those lips around a man's cock, and I'll bet you don't let up for a second."
Vicky just smiled, opening her mouth slightly and letting her tongue slip out suggestively.
"You don't talk to her like that," Jack said, looking in the rear view mirror, and getting all hot and bothered himself.
"That's quite okay," Vicky said, "I don't mind. After all, the three of us will be living together from now on. We might as well get to know each other as well as we can."
"Yeah," Phil said, climbing in the back seat, "I think we should do just that."
And with that he kissed Vicky full on the mouth. He was sitting beside her and he was grabbing at her tits. Vicky could feel his hands going under her blouse and then she could feel them right on her tits. He was squeezing them as hard as he could, and his tongue was probing deep in her mouth.
Pretty soon he had her blouse and bra off and he had her stretched out on the back seat. He was still sitting up, but he was bent over her tits, and he was sucking hard on one of them. He was making the nipple real hard, and then he got as much of her tit in his mouth as he could.