Bestiality and a Young Girl(40)

Beatrice still sat in the far corner of the front seat. Her story had made the time go by fast, and it didn't seem to Vicky as if it would be very long before they got to the track. It wasn't going to be very long at all now. They would be there in a matter of minutes.

Vicky stopped thinking about what Beatrice had told her for the most part. She only thought of it in connection with Jocko. She thought about what Tom had told her that time about that girl who had died doing something similar to what Beatrice had dreamed.

She wondered if it were true.

Vicky didn't remember the story exactly now, but there was a girl in the story that Tom told, and she had been sucking a horse, and there were strings tied to the horse's cock, and there had been people watching, people who had been betting on either the girl or horse. But in Tom's story the horse had won. Vicky found that she liked Beatrice's dream a lot more than she liked Tom's story.

Beatrice's dream had an air of mystery about it, while Tom's story lacked any type of mystery. But then, Tom's story was based on fact, and Beatrice's dream was only based on what was in Beatrice's mind and those were the same things that were in Vicky's mind now and ever since that day when she had seen that girl with Chris and seen how Chris had made that girl suck off the horse.

That day had been a turning point in her life, just like that one week of fucking Herbert had been a partial turning point in her life. And then that man with the cabin in the woods, and that dog who had fucked her. That had been another turning point in her life.

And then the fact that she had run away, and that chance had fated her to get a ride from who she did so she could end up at that track, so she could end up in this front seat driving back to that track with the lesbian sister of her husband, who she had met because of her being at the track at the right time.

She had all that to think about-all the things that had happened since that day-as she now called it-and now she had Beatrice's dream to think about. What was going to happen to her now? Where was she headed?

What would be the next turning point in her life? It would have to be something really tremendous so that it surpassed everything that had happened so far.

If it didn't surpass it, it would not be a turning point in her life.

Each step had to be greater than the one before it. She could feel that in the core of her being, and she could feel it right between her legs where the come was dripping out of her and running down her thighs, and down her legs to her feet.

Can you smell me? she asked Beatrice in her mind. It was obvious that Beatrice could smell her from the way she was sniffing the air coming from Vicky's direction. But then, Vicky had been smelling Beatrice's come just before this when Beatrice had fingered herself to climax while telling Vicky her dream.

Vicky knew why she had wanted to go to the race track to begin with.

She was not conscious of her reason until this very minute, but she was sure it had always been in the back of her mind. She was going to do what the girl in Tom's story had done, and what she herself had done in Beatrice's dream.

Vicky was going to do that very same thing with Jocko, and at the track. Tomorrow night, or maybe even tonight, she would fuck Jocko with everyone watching; that is, all the people who worked at the track-the trainers, jockeys, stable boys, etc. They would place bets and it would be a contest.

"Are you thinking about my dream?" Beatrice asked. "Are you thinking about having a horse's cock up your cunt?"

"Yes, and a lot of other things," Vicky replied. "I suppose I can tell you, and I might as well. I'm going to live out your dream. Or at least, some of it anyway. I'm going to fuck Jocko the way that horse fucked me in your dream. I'll fuck him for everyone at the track to see, and they'll all place bets."

"Should I bet on you or on the horse?" Beatrice laughed.

Vicky was dead serious. "On me of course. I won last night and I'll win again tonight. That's why we have to get there so we can get everything ready. That platform has to be built. I have to rest up. Everything will happen the way it happened in your dream, only it will be just a little different. I'll just fuck Jocko and that's all, but I'll drain him before he drains me."

"I wish you luck," Beatrice said, and then she became quiet for the rest of the trip to the track, almost wishing now that she had never told Vicky about her dream. What would happen if Vicky didn't win?

"Don't worry about me," Vicky said, "just think about all the money you'll win if you bet on me. Not that you need the money, but winning money is a lot of fun. You'll enjoy it more. I certainly intend to bet on me. Maybe we should even place a bet for James. He might feel bad if he finds out we left him out of this altogether. I'm sure he feels bad enough as it is."