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.