Kathleen Hennessy - Bestiality and a Young Girl

The track was just up ahead of them, right off the main highway. There were no cars there and so the racing was over for the day. But they had guessed that a long time ago when they realized how late it was. Vicky had slowed down in spite of her haste to get to the track. She had slowed down to a crawl almost.

They got out of the car after Vicky had parked it in the track's main parking lot and they made their way to the stables. The first two people Vicky saw were Phil and Jack. They looked at her and then they hurried, pretending that they hadn't seen her at all. They were obviously afraid of her, and Vicky knew that, and it made her feel extra good inside.

She had a feeling that everything that happened from now on would make her feel good inside. Especially Jocko's huge, hard, meaty, slimy shaft when it was all the way inside her.

Vicky had been right about her James. He was there waiting for them just like she had said he would be. Of course he hadn't been at the front gates, but he was at the front of the stable section where Jocko was.

"What took you so long?" he asked when they were right in front of him and almost on top of him at that. "I've been waiting for you for hours."

Vicky brushed right past him and into the stable so she could get her first look at Jocko in a what seemed like a century. He was still the beautiful creature that he always had been. But then, she hadn't expected him to change any. It would be impossible for that to happen.

He would always look this way to her, if only in her mind.

Beatrice and James followed behind her.

"Beatrice will tell you my plans for this evening, James," Vicky said, dismissing him with her tone of voice. "Now you take care of all the little details, Beatrice; after all, it was your dream that started all this. And take him with you so he won't be in my way. I'll take care of the important things like Jocko and myself."

She gave Beatrice a cold hard stare and Beatrice led James out of the stable without saying a word to him or a word to Vicky. She didn't have to say anything to Vicky, and there was still time to explain everything to James.

Vicky rubbed her hands together. "Well, Jocko, you and I are going to perform for the fine people this evening. It won't be the thousands and thousands that were in Beatrice's dream, but we don't need that many.

For us there will be enough. Actually, we don't even need those people, Jocko. We just need each other. You know that and I know that."

Jocko just stood there like he always did, staring off at something that only he knew what it was he was looking at. Vicky smiled even more warmly now.

"Yes, Jocko, tonight is going to be the biggest night of your life, and possibly even the biggest night of my life. Who knows? I could end up like that girl Tom told me about. I could get killed, and this could turn out to be the last night of my life. It just might turn out that way. I don't think it will, and I don't want it to, but that's the way it could happen."

She walked over to Jocko and began to stroke his flanks.

"You feel the same way," she said, stroking him harder and harder, and pretty soon she was stroking him just as hard as she possibly could.

"I wonder if everything else feels the same?" she asked, getting down on her knees.

Jocko's cock hung limp between his legs. It reminded her of a soft baseball bat. Even when it was soft, it felt hard to her. It would always feel hard to her.

"Yes," she said, stroking his soft cock that was suddenly rising into an erection, "everything feels the same, but then I knew that it would.

I just used that as an excuse to touch you; not that I really needed an excuse. I don't need anything but the desire to touch you, and I have that all the time."

She was stroking Jocko's cock back and forth, up and down the entire length, and right down on his balls. He was very hard now and she gazed at his hard cock for a moment and allowed herself to be amazed by it.

"Now it really is the way I remember it," she said. "Just the way I'll always want to remember it."

Vicky was stroking him even harder now, and she could feel how hot she was making Jocko's cock. It was actually burning up right in her hand.

"That's it, Jocko, get hot and hard. That's just the way you are supposed to get when I'm around you. Whenever I'm near you, I want you to be hot and hard, just like you are, just like you were that first time for me. I'll always remember that first time, and I'm sure, in your own way, you remember it too."

She brought her lips close to the head of Jocko's cock and kissed it as gently as she knew how. That made Jocko stir somewhat and that made Vicky kiss the head of his cock again, and this time with a little more pressure, but just a little more.

"You felt that, did you? Well, feel this."

And she kept kissing the head of his cock, over and over, and harder and harder each time.

"I'll bet you feel every one of those, don't you?" she then asked, pulling away for a second, but only for a second, and for no longer than that.

The more time she spent away from his cock, the less time she had to suck on it. The time she wasted talking about it, she could spend actually doing it, and she wanted to do it much more than she wanted to talk about it. Talking about it didn't get his cock in her mouth like she was doing right then.

She had the head of his cock in her mouth and she was already sucking on it with all her might. Yes, Jocko, she said to herself, as her tongue went wild over the head of his cock, stabbing into the crack, and rubbing back and forth against that opening, yes, this is what I like best of all. Your cock in my mouth. Me sucking on you like this.

I've waited so long to do this again, and now I'll never wait that long to do it again.

She sucked harder and harder on the head of his cock and then she worked more of his cock in her mouth and sucked harder and harder on that. She was running her mouth up and down the full length of his cock now, and then she was sucking wildly on his balls. His balls seemed to be as hard as his cock, but then they had the last time also.

She was more frantic this time than she had been the first time with him. Much more frantic. She hadn't been this frantic with Jack and Phil's horse, and not with Chris' horse. Only with Jocko could she feel this way, and not with any other animal; horse, dog, or whatever.

Jocko was real to her because his cock was real to her. And now it was so very deep in her mouth, and down her throat even, and she was sucking like a wild woman on it. She was going to suck it right off him if she could. She certainly wanted to right then. Suck it off, keep it hard like this, and just carry it around with her. Maybe mount it in her room. Someday, when Jocko had to die, that was what she meant to do. She would have his cock mounted and she would keep it in her room.

That just made her suck on him all the more, and she was grabbing at his balls as she did this. My beautiful Jocko, she said to herself. My very beautiful Jocko. How really big you feel. You feel even bigger than you did when I first began to suck on you. Your cock is growing right in my mouth, and my sucking is making it grow, isn't it?

Now she bore down for what she knew would be the final moments just before he erupted in his gushing orgasm. And he would gush even more than he had that first time she sucked him off like this. He would gush out gallons and she would swallow it all down, and what she didn't swallow down, she would lick up later.

She had been right, and as she had known she would be. Bearing down on him like she did, her lips closing in tight around his hot, throbbing cock flesh, she could feel him start to come. It seemed like a dribble at first, and then it was followed by the gush that came right afterwards, and filled her whole mouth, and spilled over the sides of her mouth.