Her skin on the outside of her body would burn, and her whole insides would burn.
This burning sensation-or sensations as they sometimes were-was what made it all worthwhile. That plus everything else it made her feel. And when she felt that he was just as hot as she was, she felt even better about what they had just done.
His come was still shooting out of the crack in the head of his cock, and she was still drinking down just as much of it as she could, letting the rest of it run down all over her body, just like she had been doing all along. She felt herself quivering inside to the point where she fell away from him.
His cock just hung loose in front of her, but all she did now was look at it. "That's some piece of slimy cock you got there," she said out loud. "Yes, that sure is. I could lick that hard piece of meat all day and all night, and one of these days I'm going to. Just see if I don't."
Then she did lean forward again, and she licked all the slimy come off him; after all, it was her slimy come on his slimy come that was all over his cock like that. She wanted to get some more of it in her mouth before she was through for this session. After all, tonight was going to be the big event. Tonight she would actually get his cock inside her.
She remembered Chris' horse-the only horse's cock that had ever been in her-and she remembered how good it had felt once it was inside her.
Jocko's cock would feel even better than that once it was inside her.
It would feel like twenty cocks. She just knew that it would.
"Rest up, Jocko," Vicky said, getting to her feet, "we're going to have some night, you and I. They won't be able to walk away saying they didn't get their money's worth. We'll certainly give them that, and I'm sure we'll give them a lot more."
The smile came over her face and she went over and lay in a corner of the stable. She closed her eyes, and soon she was asleep. She had a dream about Jocko, and it was quite similar to Beatrice's dream. It was also quite similar to Tom's story about that girl. Actually it was similar to a lot of things that she could think of, and which she did after Beatrice woke her up in the middle of it.
"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.