Kathleen Hennessy - Bestiality and a Young Girl

They were spellbound by her naked body. They all wanted it for their own. To fuck and to do whatever else they wanted to it.

"She was here before," she heard someone say. "I got a hard-on the minute I saw her. I wanted to fuck her in the worst way, and I still do for that matter. I'm sure I'll spend the rest of my life wanting to fuck her."

"So will the rest of us," another voice said.

They made way for Phil and the horse and Phil brought the horse right up to the edge of the platform. Vicky could feel Jocko licking the bottoms of her feet. Everything he does feels good to me, Vicky said to herself, feeling Jocko's tongue flick up and down the bottoms of both her feet.

The platform was right between Jocko's legs now, and he was moving up alongside of her body. His underside brushed against her thighs, her hairy mound, her stomach, and her tits. When they brushed against her tits Vicky could feel both her nipples get rigid and stay rigid.

She could feel his cock hanging down from his body and pressing into her stomach. She grabbed hold of it in both hands without having to look at it or for it. With something this big, you just had to feel for it. You just had to sense it. And you could each and every time like she just had.

Vicky pressed Jocko's cock into her stomach harder, and she raised herself off the platform somewhat and pressed her stomach against his cock as hard as she could. She pressed the head right into her belly button, and that felt so good, and she began to move it around against her belly button in a circular motion.

She could feel the strings on Jocko's cock and she smiled to herself.

Beatrice certainly had remembered everything, hadn't she? Every single thing. Not a thing was missing except for that white outfit, and of course it wasn't Beatrice's fault that she couldn't get that item.

Vicky was now stroking the head of Jocko's cock, and she was stroking it as gently as she knew how. This will really get him, she thought.

I'm sure he loves this as much as I love doing it. He really does. And thinking that, she kept it up for a few more minutes before she moved her hands farther down on his cock.

She was lifting her hips off the platform now and she was getting his cock right between her legs. She was rubbing the head of his cock back and forth on her clit. That made her quiver inside and it made her start to squirm. She could feel her cunt lips getting wet with her sex juices already.

Her cunt lips were really wet when she rubbed the hard cock against them. Actually she had been doing that right along since the head of Jocko's cock was so wide, and she wasn't that wide across. She was pressing into him and rotating her hips in a circular motion. She was rotating her hips in one direction and moving his cock in the opposite direction.

That created all kinds of sensations inside her. Sensations that filled up her body and made her shake even more and squirm a little more.

Inside she was already a mass of quivers. Inside she was already overflowing with her cunt liquids. They were flowing right out of her; almost gushing out of her.

Now she eased the head of his cock into her cunt. That seemed to fill her up already. Maybe she wouldn't be able to get him all in, and then she would lose the bet. No, she said to herself, you will get all of him inside you. You will. Not because of the bet. No, not because of that. You'll do it for more important reasons than that. Much more important reasons.

She could hear the people start to clap. They were clapping rather softly and rather timidly. They're all afraid to make me do what they are dying to see, she thought to herself. They are really afraid to see it.

"Clap louder," she said, yelling like she had that one time before.

"Clap louder or I'll stop right now. You wouldn't want that would you?

No, I'm sure you don't. You want to see this, and I want to do it for you. Now clap louder or else I'll just get up and walk off right now.

Did you hear me?"

No one said a word, but they all began to clap as loud as they could.

They clapped so loud and so hard and so fast that their hands hurt them in no time, but still they kept right on clapping because they knew what would happen if they didn't.

"That's it," Vicky said, easing another inch of Jocko's cock inside her until she could feel the second piece of string, "now you're clapping the right way. Keep it up though. The minute you stop, I stop. And you don't want that. None of you here wants that. Not even my husband. He wants it more than all of you put together."

Then she didn't say another word the whole time. She worked around those first two inches that were inside her, and the fullness that she felt, plus the warmth, was making her head spin already. That was just what it was doing. She could feel her tits heaving up and down so very fast.

That's the way to do it, she said to herself, coaching herself along.

That's just the way to do it. She closed her cunt muscles around that part of his cock that was in her, and she closed them around his cock just as hard as she could. That made more of her sex juices flow.

She heard the clapping get louder, and that's when she eased another inch of his cock inside her. She felt that third piece of string and again she stopped. Again she began to work on that part of Jocko's cock that was now inside her. Now it was three inches, and before too long, it would be four, and five, etc.

She just knew that she was going to be able to get Jocko's whole cock inside her. At last she knew that she wanted to, and that was all that mattered to her. If she wanted to, then she could. It was that simple.

It had to be. She rotated her hips more and more and that seemed to excite Jocko, not that he needed to be excited. He was that already.

For some reason she opened her eyes. That's when she saw the leather strap that was hanging down under Jocko's underside. She could tell that it went all around his middle like those strings went around his cock. It was something she could use, like that time with Chris' horse, when she had raised herself on the stirrups.

Now she didn't really have to use this strap, the platform did all that for her. But she would use it because she wanted to. She could make it feel better that way. She could really hump away on him and really throw her cunt open wide. She thought of that and more as she grabbed hold of the strap.

She pulled herself up on it and she lowered herself down on his cock so that another inch of his cock went into her. She felt the fourth string. She felt warmer and fuller now. His cock felt as if it was expanding inside her. Expanding both in roundness and in length.

"Oh, please," she said under her breath, "keep feeling like this the whole time. Let me feel you feel like this the whole time that you are in me." And she was sure that that was how he would feel the whole time that he was in her. Now she moved around those four inches like she had the first three, the first two, and even the very first inch that went in her. An inch of his cock seemed longer than the inch of some other cock.

Now she could feel her sex juices really starting to pour out of her, and she could feel his cock throbbing away as he got ready to fill her with his hot, sticky, slimy cream. She could feel it building up inside him, and she could also feel that it was just busting to get out and in her.

The clapping continued. And now it was as loud as it would ever get.

They were clapping with all their might, and they were stomping their feet, and they were yelling at the top of their lungs for her to take the whole cock inside her. That was what they wanted now. They wanted it all in her.

They couldn't take this inch at a time stuff. Not any more. They wanted her to finish the job now. Get it all inside her and just work out on it until she was drained or the horse was drained. This is what they were watching for anyway.