Chapter 7
"Hal, I want you to meet Sally McGinnis - the hottest rider at the track!".
The young man's eyes lit up, and a grin spread across his handsome face, as he reached to shake the hand of the cute blonde in riding silks. Thraxton, who had made the introduction, glanced at Linda to check her response.
Jealousy flashed in her brown eyes, and he was pleased.
"Sally, why don't you explain to Hal what we've got cooking," he suggested, "while I show Linda around the stable."
"Sure thing, Greg." The girl jockey's blue eyes sparkled as she gazed at Hal.
"I, uh, think I'd rather stay right here," Linda said, surprising herself with her concern about her brother and the other girl.
"No, you go ahead, Linda," Hal replied. He had eyes only for the petite blonde.
Well, if that's the way he wants it! Linda thought angrily, and flounced out, her lush buttocks gyrating in the snug skirt that cuddled them.
Thraxton watched her sassy ass wiggle, and nearly got a hard-on as he followed her from his plain little office at the edge of the stable complex.
As soon as Sally and Hal were alone, with the office door shut, she came on strongly. Urging 'him down onto a plain wooden chair, she sank to his lap. Her warm bottom stimulated him as he gazed at the perky dents which her 'breasts made in her colorful shirt.
"Now, here's what we're going to do, Hal," she purred, her lips very close to his cheek. "I'm going to be riding a colt called Stick Up in the ninth. He'll go off at ten to one or better." Sally's lips brushed Hal's face, and her warm, sweet breath caressed him. He raised a hand to her tits and was thrilledto discover that she wore no brassiere beneath her silk blouse.
"That colt of mine is gonna run like hell," Sally went on, "because I'm gonna buzz him. Know what that means?"
"No, I don't" Hal said huskily as he squeezed a firm titty through her slippery shirt.
"Well, I'll have a buzzer in my hand," she said, and her moist tongue licked along Hal's lips. "When I press that buzzer against the colt, that mother fucker will really shake his 'balls. I mean, he'll win by four lengths or better!"
Hal opened his mouth and let Sally's tongue slither deeply inside. His cock was poking up against the girl jockey's ass.
"You put two hundred dollars on Stick Up and you'll make at least two thousand," she continued. "It's practically guaranteed."
Hal was pulling at both of Sally's conical, super-firm breasts, feeling her rigid nipples through her shirt.
"Hey, speaking of stick ups," she said, "you've got some thing sticking up pretty good." She writhed against his risen cock as her eyes glinted wickedly.
"I wonder how long before Thraxton and my sister will be back," he said.
"Don't worry about them," Sally replied, and stood up. She looked at the peak in his lap. "'Want me to take care of that for you?"
"Would you?" Hal asked excitedly.
"Man, it would be a pleasure!" Sally said, and sank to her knees.
"I always knew the racetrack was an exciting place," Hal remarked as she unzipped his trousers, "but I never figured it would be anything like this."
"Oooh, we really get it on around here!" Sally said, snaking a hand into his pants. "You ought to see me with some of the boy jocks. Yesterday I rolled into the hay with three of them... " She pulled out Hal's cock.
"... one in front," she went on, "one in back... " She was stroking Hal's stiff prick as it stuck straight up from his lap.
"... and one in my mouth, like this!"
She capped her pink lips around the crown of Hal's cock and sucked heatedly, licking his slit with her wild little tongue.
He caught his breath and clenched his fists at his sides. The thrills that rocketed up through his body were among the finest he had ever felt. There was something about having sex suddenly spring at him, when least expected, that made it extra exciting. And that girl jockey really knew how to use her mouth!
She stroked her encompassing lips slowly and snugly up and down on his thick, throbbing pedner, letting his glans ride her restless tongue all the wiry to her tight, warm throat. The watching was almost as much fun as the marvelous tactile sensation. Sally's retreating pastel lips left little bubbles of saliva in their wake, clinging to his rigid shaft, then her lips glided down to suck up the bubbles and make nearly his entire prick disappear into her loving mouth: She bobbed her blonde head with a maddeningly slow smoothness that brought Hal to the pinnacle of quivering delight. Then she let his cockhead pop out of her mouth and stick right up next to her nose as she licked along his slippery shaft.
"You have a very tasty dick," she purred, brushing its base with her lips. "And big, too! I'm tired of the dinky little pricks on those jockeys!"
She reached into Hal's pants and brought out his throbbing balls. Her tantalizing tongue danced over the egg-like masses in their velvety, hair-strewn sac. She got her nose down onto his nuts and nuzzled them.
"Ooooh, shit!" he exclaimed passionately. "Let me fuck you!..
Sally bobbed to her feet. "Just stay right on that chair." she instructed. "You can push your pants and shorts down to your ankles."
Hal quickly complied while the petite girl unfastened her colorful blouse and took it off. Her perfecty shaped little titties jiggled up and down, their tips crowned by small aureola and thrusting pink stems.
Her tits held their conical shape as she bent to pull off her riding boots. Next she stripped down her jockey pants, which left her in silky white hipster briefs. Hal was ready, his big prick bristling up from his lap and twitching anxiously, when she whisked down her panties and hopped from one foot to the other to pick the clingy undergarment off her toes.
The hairs on her mons were golden and surprisingly long, curling wispily. Her plushy slit, the top of which was visible, was beige-toned.
As she spread her legs and straddled Hal's hairy thighs, more of her slit 'became visible, including the raggedy little lips that protruded slightly from between her outer labia. She tilted Hal's prick at exactly the right angle and positioned her crotch above it. Then she slowly let herself down as she wiggled his stiff dick between her cuntal folds, lodging its bulbous head in the tight mouth of her sex-canal.
Hal caught his breath as she slowly claimed his entire up thrust rod, thrilling to the super snugness of the small girl's warmly clutching quim. Squatting astride his legs, she writhed as she looked him warmly in the eyes, and his prick stirred her pussy with delightful.effect.
"Ooh, mama, you sure know how to ride!" Hal exclaimed.
"You've got a wonderful cock to ride on!": she responded. "The monster is tickling. my tonsils!"
After circling her warm, velvety tightness his pole, while her cunt gained added moisture and coated his prick, Sally went into the ride in earnest, pistoning up and down on his lap. Her shapely tits jiggled before his eyes, enticing him to grasp than and stroke their satiny smoothness with his thumbs and fingers as he worked his way to their jutting tips.
He rolled her rigid nipples while she energetically fucked him.
Her cunt was a wild, hot thing that swirled and snapped around him, tight as a hand but smoother and all-encompassing. It was delightfully stick, from the gobbly little lips at its mouth to its deepest warint.
Hal plucked at her titties, squeezing their baby-pink tips. He used her nipples as handles to shake her jutting boobs up and down. Finally he had to tilt his head to the side and send forward so that he aou d lick at her jiggly nipples and suck them into his hungry mouth.
All the while she kept riding, as if she were astride a racing steed, her trim ass bobbing up and down above Hal's thighs as she took his cock thrustingly deep within her. He let his fingertips trail along her sleek sides and onto her springy buttocks which were much smaller than his sister's. His hands easily encompassed the firm, jiggly mounds, his fingertips nestling in Sally's crack. He tickled her tight little asshole as she screwed him.
Figuratively rounding the turn for home and entering the stretch, she leaned forward, wrapping her arms snugly around Hal's neck. She rode as she would have ridden a hot, young colt in the stretch drive, bearing down. She did everything but whip Hal as they came down to the line of finish.
When they crossed that climactic line, his big prick jerked inside her, and he felt her cunt ripple up and down around him. He shot spurt after spurt of thick sperm into her convulsively clasping hole. She finally relaxed astride him, and he knew they had won the race.
"Wow, baby, that was something else!" he exclaimed, as soon as he could catch his breath.
"You liked it, hmm?" she purred, rubbing his nose with hers.
"You'd better believe it!"
Sally slowly dismounted and picked up her panties. She smiled at Hal as she stepped into the briefs.
"So you know what to do now," she said, "B Stick Up in the ninth, and wheel him in the exact with a few good horses. I don't know who's going run second, but if you happen to hit it, you'll score really big."
"I scored pretty big just now," he grinned. "Say, when can I see you again?"
"Who knows?" Sally said breezily as she steppe into her riding pants. "If you come to the track often you'll see me around."
Linda found the stable tour interesting, but she would have enjoyed it a lot more if she could had gotten her mind off Hal and the blonde jockey. She had just begun to think that everything. was the same as it used to be, between her brother and herself when that tart had come along and put a strange sparkle in his eyes.
She guessed he would go for any female who was handy, which made her out to be something of a fool for holding cozy thoughts about him.
Well, maybe this was just what she had needed to wake her up, she decided. Hal was her brothe after all, and they had no business making love to each other. She had resisted the passes of a lot of other guys during the last four years, while she ha mooned over Hal, and she realized how foolish that had been. It was time she grew up and began doing what the rest of the world did.
When she and Thraxton came to the final horse in his stable, and he told her about the handsome animal, his warm eyes skimmed over her enticing form. Linda patted the horse's head.
A pile of straw lay just beyond, in. the secluded corner of the barn, and Thraxton led her to it.
"What are we going to do here?" asked, gazingat him through wide, childlike eyes.
"Well now, baby, _that's up to you," the husky, middleaged trainer said. "I'm putting myself out to set up a nice deal for you and your, uh, brother in the ninth race. So it seems to me that maybe you ought to feel a little bit grateful."
"Oh, it does, does it?" Linda responded saucily.
"Yeah." Thraxton moved closer. "Besides, I know what little girls like I could make you feel awfully good."
She gazed at him, intending at first to put him down firmly. But something stayed her tongue. She kept thinking about Hal and the girl jockey, and she considered the resolution she had just made to start a new way of life for herself. Though Thraxton wasn't the most attractive of men, perhaps he was a fitting one to start with, she conjectured. At least, she would be getting back at Hal and proving she wasn't just some dumb kid that he could boss around, using and casting aside whenever the whim struck him.
"All right," she told Thraxton 'daringly. "Show me what you can do."
She felt more and more like the tramp that something had already told her she was as. the bushy-haired man drew her down into the straw. Her nerves began to sing like rural telephone wires, drawn taut.
Thraxton leaned over her, grinning lustfully. She shut her eyes, because she didn't want to look at his swarthy, worldly wise face.
Just let him do what be wants to do, she told herself, and see if you can enjoy it.
He began by running his hands possessively over her supine body, getting the feel of her tithes, her subtley curved abdomen, and her thighs that tapered from full to slimness just above her knees. Linda's responses stirred as his big hands crawled under the hem of her skirt and glided upward on bare flesh.
She hadn't put on pantyhose that morning, nor bothered with a slip, so she wore only panties underneath her skirt. Thraxton's hands quickly reached them, his fingers crawling over the clingy silk.
Linda squirmed restlessly in the straw, and she kept her eyes shut. The man who knelt beside her. was all eyes as he drew her skirt up around her waist and gazed at her pretty belly and shadowy mons in peach-colored briefs.
Enjoying her submissiveness, and the fact that her eyes weren't even monitoring his moves, the lecherous horse trainer raised her legs into the air and spread them wide apart. This shocked Linda, and her eyes popped open to see Thraxton staring at her narrowly covered crotch and at the lower bulges of her buttocks, which had escaped from the elastics of her pants.
She felt ashamed, but fought the negative sensation. She had made up her mind that she was going to live differently, and this was the first step. If it didn't work out well, she would try something else. A girl had to learn.
Thraxton was flexing her pretty legs and pushing them back, bending her like a pretzel. He enjoyed the way her asscheeks gyrated quiveringly, partly inside and partly out of her briefs. Puckers chased this way and that across the silken fabric of her panties. Her enticing asscrack was hazily visibly through the filmy cloth. The man let her legs drop into the straw, and he sather up.
He seemed to be going about seducing her in a strange manner, Linda thought, tugging her one way and another as if s ie were a rag doll. She didn't understand that her remarkably compliant attitude was bringing out a strange quirk in Thraxton - the desire to treat a girl negligently and to satisfy whatever whim might occur to him at the moment.
He pulled off her blouse.
Linda let her head loll, her eyes remaining shut. A curve of lustrous brown hair fell across her cheek. Her lips were girlishly pink and moist, prompting Thraxton to bend and kiss them, licking along their moist juncture with his fat tongue.
His hands crawled to her back and unfastened her brassiere. He drew the harness forward, its ribbons' gliding along her arms as its cups relinquished their enviable grasp of her shapely, firm breasts.
Her titties quivered when Thraxton yanked the bra away. Steadying her by one arm, he pinched first one of her pink nipples and then the other. Responsive throbs coursed through the young woman, but she remained determined not to take an active part in what was happening.
This was Thraxton's show, she thought. He had something to prove.
He pushed her onto her back, and her bare tits joggled. He grasped her legs and twisted her onto her belly.
Linda heated more as she felt the man's eyes making love to her panty-clad bottom.
Thraxton had a huge, thrusting hard-on by that time. As cute as Linda's tits were, her ass was by far her most attractive feature, he thought. Her buttocks were somewhat loaf like - exactly the right shape to invite a man's hands during fucking, or to inspire a vigorous spanking, or to make a guy want to yank them wide apart.
At first Thraxton just shimmied them, while she still had her pants on. Panties on a pretty ass made it more alluring than if it were nude, he thought, especially panties that were a pale orangey-pink, like the ones Linda was wearing, and just sheer enough to hint at the goodies they contained. They were also a bit flimsy in their fit, the leg elastics having crawled partway up both buttocks and the crotch-strip having folded onto itself, narrowing the coverage of her sexual playground.
Brown haul curled wispily into view along the edges of the girl's panty crotch. Even a bit of her puffy cuntlips could be seen.
Thraxton bent and licked the exposed lower portion of a buttock.
A little whine escaped Linda's lips.
The man dragged his nose across the seat of her panties and caught the lower portion of her other buttock between his teeth. He bit her.
"Ooh!" Linda exclaimed.
"Hurt?" Thraxton growled, his voice surprisingly soft. "I'll lick it and make it well."
His wet tongue swabbed the bulge of her buttock, wobbling the jelly-like flesh.
His approach seemed stranger and stringer, but Linda was content to let it run its course while her arousal grew gradually, as it most certainly was doing. Droplets of girl-honey oozed from the lips of her heated cunt, moistening the thin strip of panty that pressed against hem.
Thraxon licked her bare thighs. His slimy tongue wandered down one of them and up the other, meandering onto a jigglymound in her briefs. His hand stroked her thighs, the roughness of his skin ameliorated by the viscous glaze which his tongue had left on her flesh.
His hands crawled up onto her buttocks. He-squeezed the pliant loaves through her panties and rubbed them against each other.
Linda was growing hotter and getting more than a little anxious. Didn't this oaf want to do anything. besides feel her and lick and nuzzle? she wondered.
His thick fingers curled around the top elastic of her briefs and stretched the band downward, baring her lovely ass inch-by-delectably-curved-inch. He liked the faint darkening of the inner slopes of her buttocks, revealed as he shook her gently and let the gelatinous mounds wobble apart.
He pulled her panties the rest of the way off and gave them a winging toss. They hooked onto a saddle peg on the rough-hewn wall of his stable.
Chuckling, Thraxton spread the girl's lusciuos buttocks wide apart.
Oooh, no! she thought. He's looking at my asshole!
She wasn't frightened, because she didn't know anything about sodomy. But the idea of the man staring at her very private rear orifice embarrassed her in the extreme. Her anus automatically clenched, its converging little puckers drawing into what looked like an impenetrable knot. That made it all the more enticing. But Thraxton had no intention of driving his stake into that portion of her anatomy... at least, not today. He was counting on her fulfilling her part of their bargain and getting him off 'the hook with Klein, which she might not want to do if he hurt her. He was just window-shopping; enjoying his opportunity to study each delightful part of the teenager as she lay in front of him, almost as if she had been drugged into unconciousness.
But even his patience soon began to yield to the throbbing thrust of desire as his prick poked painfully against the inside of his pants, demanding something' warm and soft to sink into.
He squeezed and wiggled Linda's buttocks as he held them apart, and he lustfully watched her little assho!e change shape. His gaze dropped " to her pliantly inviting pussy, which was wiggling, also, the plushy, hair-covered lips touching and parting as wet pinkness winked at him from her succulent center.
He lowered his bushy head into her sweet-scented crotch and began licking at the luscious cuntflesh which writhed sensously against his tongue.
"Oooooh... myyyyy.. mmmmmmmmmmm!"
Linda mewed responsively.
Thraxton 's tongue sank into her warm,, moist pussy while his nose nestled between her buttocks. He tongue-fucked her slowly, enjoying the tantalizing taste of her teenaged twat and her stimulating frangrance.
Her cunt seemed to blossom as he stroked his tongue in and out of it, the lips acquiring greater puffiness and spreading wider apart until the way was very slick and open into her girlish depths.
Thraxton straightened up, ripped his pants open, and pushed them down. A cock which would have done justice to the horsesthat he trained sprang to rigid attention, thick as a wrist and topped off by a monstrous, mushroom-shaped knob which was blood-red.
He moved up to the girl whose ass remained elevated, where she had brought it to enjoy his between her lathered pussyfolds, causing Linda to gasp when she felt how huge it was.
She was about to exclaim that she couldn't possibly take anything so big inside her when Thraxton pushed, and her cuntal passage was spread wide.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" was all she could say as his horse's prick forged into her, utterly stuffing her throbbing, itchy passage with its pulsating bulk.
She gazed at Thraxton over her shoulder, discarding her passive pose. Her eyes were wide and her pink lips parted as she stared fearfully at the big man.
He began to withdraw and plunge rhythmically, pumping his cock with deliberate slowness in and out of her clasping, butter-slick vagina. Luscious sensations swamped her brain, and she knew everything was going to be all right.
Everything was going to be WONDERFUL!
Linda squirmed and pushed eagerly against the horse-hung man who was fucking her, and it was almost as if she had never been fucked before. She marveled that her pussy was able to stretch itself so perfectly and painlesly around his huge cock and enjoy so thoroughly his stroking inside her. The hot tip of her clitty had never been pressed so firmly before, or rubbed with such telling effect. No wide, horny ridge of cockhead had never felt so scrumptious as it rippled her cuntal walls. She could even feel the bulging veins which wound serpentlike around Thraxton's prick as the massive implement stroked in and out of her cunt.
"Oooooh.. wowwww :.. that's WON-derful!" she said as the man slowly and forcefully fucked her.
Each thrust drove her deeper into the strawpile, the abrasive strands scratching her nipples. Even that felt good. Thraxton plunged and plunged into her upturned cunt, forcing a fine spray of pussyjuice to fan out. Each time his loglike cock withdrew, it dragged some rosy cuntflesh with it, only to fold that slick membrane back into her body with his next deep-fucking thrust Linda's brain swirled.
Oh, what I've been missing al these years! She thought as she pushed backward grindingly to absorb every last inch of the mm's big cock. She writhed wantonly, rubbing her hot tits against the straw.
Thraxton seemedale to keep thrusting into her all day, without increasing the tempo. Linda wasn't nearly so patient. The golden prize of orgasm hung glittering just before her, it seemed, and she yearned to have Thraxton fuck her fast so she could reach it She begged, "Pleease... ooh, SHIT! For Christ's sake, GIVE it to meeee! POUND it INNNNNN to meeeee! OOOOOH, I LOVE YOUR BIG HOT COCK!"
Thraxton fucked her with such fury that it felt like she was being driven right down through the straw and into the earth beneath. Her blissfully impaled cunt blazed. Her ass shook. Her titties quivered. She howled, then screamed... then CAME with Thraxton shaking and spurting inside her, like a firehose spraying into a conflagration.
Her sanity seemed to spin off like a Frisbee, winging above the housetops into a never-never realm that was part of heaven nor earth.
When she finally came to her senses, the big man lay heavily atop her back, and she was embedded in the straw. The horses where whinnying nearby.
"Well?" Thraxton asked as he pulled suckingly from her cunt, his prick still feeling meaty and huge. He rolled her onto her back. "Did I make you feel good or not?"
"You made me feel heavenly!" she had to say, and stared at the long, wet hose with its rosy nozzle that hung between his legs.
She capped off her wickedness by sitting up and bending to his penis, which she lifted. Braving its pungent scent and the moist glaze it'had brought from her cunt, she kissed the man's cockhead.
Linda felt like a new girl, contented and unashamed.