Chapter 2
"Let `s go around to the paddock," Linda said "I always liked to do that with Daddy and watch the jockeys mount up... "
"No chance," Hal replied as they stood in front of the grandstand. He was nervously comparing his program to the lighted numbers on the big board across the track. "I've got to stay here where I can watch the odds. They're an important part of the system, you know."
"Then I'll go to the paddock alone. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Linda left her brother, appreciating the opportunity to demonstrate that she was no longer the bossable baby sister of their childhood days.
As she threaded her way through the crowd on the racetrack ramp, her buttocks twisted suggestively in her tight pants. The lines of her bikini briefs showed through, making it easy for men to imagine her outer garment away and visualize her in just the silk undies, her rounded assflesh quivering as her buttocks rubbed sensuously together.
Front-on observers were tempted by Linda's titties which, while not particularly large, were shapely and had the quivery firmness of molded jello. She wore a light bra, which permitted her rigid nipples to impress themselves on her clingy blouse.
Linda thought she remembered how to get to the paddock, which was next to the club house. But in the jostling crowd, she took a wrong turn and an, unfamiliar exit, not noticing the chain-link gate which had negligently been left open. She looked around. The crowd had thinned out, and thestable area lay ahead.
Thinking that she could reach the paddock by following a path which led along the barns, Linda set out. She was alone In the distance she could hear the track's public address system, announcing over-weights and jockey changes. Closer to her were the sounds of horses neighing and stamping their feet in their stalls.
"We've got to make it fast!" a girl's voice suddenly came to her. "I'm riding in the first, you know."
Linda stopped and held her breath.
"You're gonna ride me first, babe," a man replied, "If you want any more mounts from this stable."
"All right... all right," the girl said. "Let me get my britches off."
"Take off your shirt, too. I want to see them cute little tits."
Linda was shocked. She knew she should hurry on, but the realization that sex was taking place right there at the track, just a few steps away from the crowd, fascinated her.
The voices had to be coming from behind a pile of hay beside her, Linda concluded. Responding to. an impulse, she crept to the edge of the haystack and peeked around it. A petite blonde girl lay against the hay, and a lanky male bent over her, pulling off her white riding pants. Underneath she wore a matching bikini. She was wriggling out of her colorful silk shirt, which bore the insignia of the stable for which she was about to ride. Her jockey's hat lay on the hay, next to her.
Linda's heart pounded. She had never seen people having sex before, and she couldn't resist watching for a few moments.
The girl jockey's breasts were conical and quivery, with rigid pink nipples at their crests. As the man pulled her bikini briefs away, Linda saw that the fluff at the girl's loins matched the hair on her head, which was about the color of the straw on which she lay.
The man, who was about twice her age, straightened up. Linda had a perfect side view of him as he stripped down his jeans, exposing a cock that looked like a salami as it curved downward in front of pendulous, hairy balls.
"Well, get it up!" the girl exhorted. "Man, I've gotta ride!"
"How about you gettin' it up for me?" he responded, and flopped onto his back in the hay, beside her.
She turned toward him and clutched his meaty penis. Linda was amazed as the girl jockey bowed to the man's cock and began licking it. Her glistening pink tongue swirled sensuously around his bluish bulb, then fluttered against it, bobbling the knob stop its supple stem. She took several quick sucks at the tip of his organ, then let her o-shaped lips crawl farther around it, the o getting wider as his entire bulging cockhead glided into her mounth. She locked her encircling lips in the groove just behind his,glans.
Linda was revolted as the blonde girl began to suck the man's filthy cock, her cheeks hollowing rhythmically. Her head pumped, her widely stretched lips stroking up and down on the man's shaft, which suddenly had stiffened up... and taken on added length, as well.
His cock had turned into a huge, fearsome thing - larger than Hal's, as Linda remembered it from their high school days.
Her blood throbbed and her throat turned dry as the girl jockey gave her patron an energetic blow job. He writhed in the hay, a tense grin on his swarthy face, as he watched as well as felt the delight of her sucking, gliding lips and lapping tongue.
Finally the girl straightened up, releasing his gleaming, fat glans which looked to Linda about the size of a small fist. She didn't see how the small girl could have taken it so deeply into her mouth, along with about half the man's shaft, as well. Mori pointedly, she didn't see how the girl could have; tolerated the taste of the thing, which had to ht awful, Linda assumed.
The jockey crawled forward, straddling the reclining man as if he were a horse. One part of him was definitely horselike, Linda observed, as the girl rider held his huge prick straight up and fitted the bulging wet head of it into the slit between her thighs. She let herself down slowly on his cock, taking the whole thing inside her, and he let out a raspy sigh.
"Shit, you're something else, Sally!" he said. "You've got the tightest twat at the track."
"And you've got the biggest dick, you son of a bitch!" the girl retorted as she began to wiggle her hips and pump up and down on the man.
Linda stared with wide eyes and open mouth. She tingled as blood, rushed into the lips of her delicate cunt, dilating them. An embarrassing moisture began to dribble onto the pristine crotch of her panties.
The man in the hay reached up to rub his rough fads. across the quivering breasts of' the girl who as bobbing up and down astride him. He plucked of her stiff 'nipples and twisted them, drawing them put, then letting them snap back.
Linda's own rigid nipples throbbed against the fabric of her bra. She entertained the shameful wish a man were squeezing and twisting them. She imagined that she could feel a big, fat dick going up and down in her small vagina, as the cock of the man in front of her was thrusting into the cunt the gyrating, pistoning jockey.
When Linda realized what she was thinking, she shed the filthy thoughts from her mind. But she kept watching the jockey ride the raw-boned man in the hay.
Sally bobbed faster and faster, her thighs and the lower portions of her cute buttocks slapping against the hairy thighs of the man. He growled and clutched' her, pulling her forwaid and fully down against him. They fucked heatedly as he held her in a bearlike embrace.
"OOOH... OOOOOH... SHIT!" the girl cried, and her lithe hips jerked spastically.
The man was jerking and groaning, obviously emptying his hot sperm into her. They writhed and moaned as he clutched her supple ass.
Linda tottered backward, out of sight around the haystack. She looked shamefully about. No one else was on the path. More flustered than she had been for as long as she could remember, she began running along the raw of barns. Her feet padded noiselessly on the soft path. Her crotch was shockingly wet, and Linda feared that her juice was seeping through her outer pants. She would have to get to a restroom - surely there was one in the stable area, she thought.
She darted between two barns and looked around. Down away, a man was leading a horse in front of the stalls. She saw no one else, and she didn't see a restroom, either.
She was about to go on when voices in the stall next to her made her hesitate. Two men were talking, and one of them said: "You've got that, now? Number 3 has to win the fifth, and number 8 has got to run second. My guys, have a bundle on it, Pedro, so for God's sake hold that favorite of yours back."
"I got to get him up for third, Mr. Thraxton," the other man replied in a Mexican accent. "My stable's got money on the show."
"Okay... third. But if you screw up our exacta, I'll have your hide! I, mean it, Pedro - you won't ride for two months!"
"Sure sure, Mr. Thraxton. Have I ever messed you up before?"
"No, I gotta admit you haven't. That's why I picked this race, cause I knew you'd be on the horse that oughta win it."
"Well, you better get after Corwin, too. His colt could get up there."
"Don't worry about Daddy's Dream. His trainer's with us. After that shot he got a little while ago, he's gonna be so groggy he won't know there's a race on."
"Mr. Thraxton, I'm scared. What if the track vet."
"The vet won't find a trace of the stuff. It's a new drug. You just handle your horse right, and we'll all be counting our money."
"Sure thing, Mr. Thraxton."
Linda backed out from between the barns. Her brain was swirling with what she had just heard and with what she had seen before that. Her panties were still wet, and she remained shamefully aroused.
"Well... hi, baby. What are you doing back here?" It was a young man's voice, from right behind her, and his hand glided forward, underneath her arm. He grasped a firm, jutting breast.
Linda whirled, confronting the long-haired fellow. He grinned insolently.
"How dare you touch me!" she exclaimed, and swung her hand at his face.
Moving quickly as a cat, he grasped her raised arm and the other one, as well. He held them firmly while she squirmed, her titles shaking in her thin blouse.
You didn't answer my question, baby," he said, his blue eyes turning icy. "You don't belong back here, do you?' "I... I was looking for a restroom," Linda explained, frightened.
"Yeah?" The fellow thought that over, then released her arms. "Okay I'll show you where you can find one."
One of the men who had been talking in the next stall - husky, with bushy black hair - appeared at the corner of the barn and stared at Linda. He evidently had heard her and the youth talking.
"You go right down that way," the long-haired lad continued, pointing. "Hang a left, and you'll see a couple of outhouses up against the wall."
"Who's she?" the man with the bushy hair demanded.
"I dunno, Mr. Thraxton. I just found her hanging around. She said she needed to take a piss.".
Linda colored.
Thraxton moved menacingly forward. "Get back to your work, Lenny. The twelve stall has to be cleaned out."
"Yes, sir," the stableboy replied, and hurried away. "Well, I've... uh... got to be going, too," Linda said nervously.
"Not so fast!" Thraxton told her. His eyes were like wet dark olives in a wrinkly, weather-beaten face. "Who sent you back here to spy on me?"
"N-no one!" Linda began backing away.
Thraxton reached for her, and she turned to run down the path, next to the barns. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that he was just standing and staring after her.
She found the crude restrooms and entered the one marked Women. She latched the wooden door and realized that she did have to take a piss, after all. Her nervousness apparently had brought it on.
She quickly unfastened her pants and pushed them down, along with her panties. She noted the moisture on her panty crotch but, thankfully, it hadn't seeped through to her outer garment.
Squatting over the toilet, she peed pleasurably. She thought about what she had heard, concerning the fixed race. That ought to be reported, she concluded, but she didn't know whom to contact.
Linda wiped herself carefully and took another few moments to dab at the crotch of her panties with some tissue. Then she pulled her clothes up and fastened them.
Feeling better, she let herself out of the toilet and looked around. She saw no one.
She continued along the path she had been following before, and it soon intersected with a wide trail that had hoofmarks in the soft dirt. The trail ended at an open gate through which some horses were being led. Beyond the gate was the paddock, where a crowd had gathered.
Linda hurried in that direction, only to. have the gate shut in front of her by the uniformed guard who manned it.
"May, I get out, please?" Linda asked, smiling sweetly.
The white-haired officer looked her over, tickling her titties with his eyes. He stared at her face. "Where'd you come from, miss?"
"I... uh... well, I just sort of got lost, I guess."
"You have a pass to be in the stable area?"
"No. I didn't mean to come back here. That is... "
"Well, I've got to take you to Mr. Klein. He's our security chief." The guard grasped Linda's arm.
"That's all right with me," she replied, "There's something I want to report to him, anyway."
The guard led her to a small office in the basement of the grandstand. The man seated behind a plain wooden desk looked like a toad, with a flabby face and a fat neck that bulged out of his uniform collar.
"She was in the stable area without a pass, Mr. Klein," the elderly guard reported.
"Thanks, Gresham. Get back to your post."
Klein circled his desk, waddling heavily. He stared at Linda.
"Look... " she said, "before you start asking me a lot of dumb questions, I've got something to tell you that's more important. I overheard some men talking about fixing a race."
Klein's watery eyes widened; "No shit!" he said.
"Please!" Linda blushed.
"Sorry." Klein's fat lips twisted in a greasy smile. "Just what did you hear?"
"Well, there were these two men talking in one of .the barns... " Klein perched his well-padded rump on the edge of the desk and looked up and down. Her loins tingled as he appraised the way her sleek pants clung.
"Know who the men were?" he asked.
"Let's see... yes! One of them is named Thraxton,. and the other sounded Mexican or something. I didn't see him, but his name is Pedro. I think he's a jockey."
"Pedro Solis," Klein said, as if to himself.
"They were talking about, the fifth race," Linda went on. `This Pedro was supposed to make sure that his horse didn't win it or come in second... and they mentioned another horse... Daddy's something or other."
"Daddy's Dream?" the security man asked.
"Yes! That one was drugged."
Klein's face split in a broad grin. "Baby you're bullshitting me! Nobody drugs horses here. That's too easy to detect."
"Well, they talked about that," Linda said.. "But Thraxton said it was a new drug that the vet wouldn't know about. And please don't use dirty words!" she added crossly.
"What horse did they say was gonna win the race?"
"Number... ooh, I don't remember. They mentioned two numbers. They were talking about an exacta."
"Let's see your bag," Klein said, reaching for it.
Linda drew back. "Why?"
"I want some ID. I also want to see what you're carrying."
When Linda continued to hesitate, Klein moved quickly for a heavyset man, looping an arm about her waist. He drew her against him and wrestled the purse from her hand. As he held her more closely than necessary, her breasts spread against his bulk. "Let go of me!" she demanded.
"Hey, you're some wildcat!" Klein said huskily, looking into her angry brown eyes. "I'll bet you taste good."
He quickly tilted his head to the side and mashed his flabby mouth against her parted pink lips. She cringed as his slimy tongue forced its way between her lips and between the even ridges of her teeth. He licked deeply into her mouth, his tongue drooling saliva.
Squirming vigorously, Linda pounded her fists against him. But she couldn't force him to slacken his grip around her, and she couldn't dislodge her mouth from his rapacious kiss.
Her outrage increased, and fright was added to it, as she felt hardness gathering at his lower front. His prick prodded her belly as he kept kissing her. His hand glided down to cup a resilient, firm cheek of her ass...