Kathleen Hennessy - Bestiality and a Young Girl

"You called for another horse, and when you were through with him, you called for another, and another, and still another. We lost count of how many horses you took on that night, but you were still able to take on another one after you had finished with each and everyone of them.

"At the end you stood up and bowed to the audience. There was horse come all over your body. James, and I, and that man who had brought in the first horse came over to you and licked the horse come all off you.

We licked up every last drop and then you just spat in our faces and walked away. We lay there crying and you just laughed at us."

Beatrice was out of breath as she finished telling Vicky about her dream from the night before. She had been fingering herself the whole time and she had come and her whole body was drained like it had never been drained before. Just thinking about Vicky with an animal, and talking about it on top of that, had turned her on to the breaking point. And now she had broken.

Vicky had a bemused smile on her face that indicated that she had been amused by Beatrice's story. Maybe she dreamed that, Vicky said to herself, or maybe she just made it up as she went along and is only pretending that that was her dream. Whatever it is, I don't care, because I liked it, and that's all that matters.

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."

"I'm sure he does," Beatrice said.

"You know, I think James is going to be at the track when we get there," Vicky the spoke, staring off into space, and almost losing control of the car. She managed to keep the car on the road somehow, and Beatrice felt her heart stop almost.

"Yes," Vicky went on, "I'm sure he'll be there. And he'll have been there for some time when we get there. He'll be there to greet us at the gate. Just see if he isn't."

"For his sake I hope he isn't," Beatrice said. "I really feel sorry for him all of a sudden."

"No, he'll be there," Vicky continued, "and he'll think that his being there is for his sake. He knows why I'm coming here today. He knows I'm going to have some kind of sex with Jocko. Why do you think I married him in the first place? I married him because he caught me sucking off Jocko and he said he'd have me put in jail if I didn't marry him.

"I know now that I should have called his bluff. I know now that he was just bluffing and that he never would have been able to do what he said. Never in a million years could he have done it. And he won't do anything now either. He'll just accept it like he's accepted everything else. He has to. He hasn't got any other choice."

Vicky stopped right there and didn't talk the rest of the way. All she could do was think about Jocko's hard cock inside her and how very good it was going to make her feel. It was going to make her feel as if twenty cocks were in her at once and that they were all coming at the same time. A smile lit up her face as she thought about how good something like that would feel.