If there is a single thing that drives us, as a people, as individuals, that thing would have to the quest for Success. And Success can often be an elusive goal. Too often, the means to prosperity, to fame, to the respect of other, is overlooked, overshadowed by the almighty end.
It perhaps seems ironic that we would allow ourselves to take shortcuts to the prize. One would think that this would lessen the goal's worth. On the contrary, in a society where so much emphasis is placed on the external manifestations of things, on physical beauty, on material possessions, such compromises of ethics and morality are accepted as a matter of course.
The heroine of the following novel is a young girl who, in pursuit of Success, allows herself to be used, even mistreated. She lets nothing stand in the way of her ultimate goal. Once she gets what she wants, some measure of success and acceptance in the formerly male-dominated field of professional jockeys, she discovers that the path to her success, the compromises she has had to make along the way, have changed her, that they have awakened in her needs and hungers that she never knew she had.
This book is offered, not in the hope that it might provide easy answers to the problems we all face ... that would be hypocrisy ... but rather, that it might offer some sense of perspective.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Lana Lang paused in her currying of the big chestnut mare. Sugar Beat, to wipe a droplet of sweat off the end of her pert little freckled nose with the back of her hand. It was swelteringly hot in the horse's stall, a combination of heat and humidity that is so common in the South in the summertime; a combination that drains the strength and saps the spirit.
The slim redhead put her hands on her svelte hips and arched her back, trying to stretch out the kinks. Her firm, high breasts pushed out against the yellow cotton of her short-sleeved t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a brassiere; she didn't need one. Her perfect, round bosoms stood up exquisitely on their own. Across the front of the t-shirt, in flowing script, was written the name of the racetrack where she worked. Blue Grass Meadows. As she twisted from side to side, her hair, worn in a short and sassy wedge cut, moved also, but it always returned to its original shape.
She was wearing extremely tight blue jeans that showed off the saucy, cheeky contours of her bottom and her long, slender legs. The cuffs of her jeans were rolled up to just below her knees, so they'd clear the tops of her well-worn riding boots.
Lana took a deep breath, let it out, and began again, wishing to hell that the horse was smaller or that she was bigger ... or both.
"That's one LUCKY horse," said a gravelly male voice from behind her.
Lana didn't turn around, but kept on currying. She instantly recognized the man's voice. The short hairs on the back of her neck bristled at the sound of it
"I said, that's one lucky horse," the man repeated.
"I heard you, Juan," she said, giving him a brief unfriendly look over her shoulder and continuing her work.
The man who was addressing her was barely five feet tall. He was dressed in the green and hot pink satin racing outfit of the stable he was riding for that afternoon. Despite his lack of height and the slenderness of his build, or perhaps because of it, the jockey exuded an arrogant masculinity. He was a good looking man in a kind of smoldering Latin fashion, his hair was thick and jet black, his eyes dark and glittering, his face well-formed, with a strong. square chin and broad, prominent cheekbones.
"When are you going to loosen up, baby?" he asked, leaning casually against the stall door.
Lana glared at him again, and then walked to the other side of the animal. "I've got a LOT of work to do here," she snapped, her voice cold as ice, "so why don't you go bother someone else?"
"You like doing that, do you?" he asked. "Is that what you call a kick?"
Lana didn't answer. He knew damn well she didn't like being an exercise girl, that in no way, shape or form was it any kind of "kick" for her. She'd come to Blue Grass Meadows hoping to break into the professional jockey racket, to ride the thoroughbreds, not to clean out their stalls. She'd already put in her time doing that, as a teenager and even before, working with an around horses, mostly horses belonging to other people.
She peered around Sugar Beet's big, muscular rump at the jockey. He was one of the best, a regular winner. He had the uncanny knack of bringing the champion out of the most lackluster nags imaginable. And when he drew a good horse, there was no stopping him. Juan Ortiz was about six inches shorter than Lana, but they weighed almost exactly the sama The redheaded girl was bigger, but lighter of frame, much less muscular than her male counterpart She had decided, a long time before, that Mr. Ortiz had himself one hell of a psychological problem. He was ALWAYS on the make, like a swarthy tomcat, and he wasn't EXACTLY choosy, either.
"If you played your cards right," he said, looking at her legs and shapely behind appreciately, "you could get all the mounts you wanted."
"Really?" she said, sarcastically. "And how would this miracle take place? An epidemic of the green apple trots? The only time I get to ride around here is if one of the BOYS gets sick."
Juan smiled showing her his teeth. They were absolutely perfect, gleaming white. They should have been. He'd paid a pretty penny to have them all capped. Her reference to "boys" stung him. Like certain jockeys, he was a little bit sensitive about his size. He filed the insult away for later. He wouldn't forget it, either. Juan Ortiz always paid back those who belittled him, paid them back with interest
"If you made friends with somebody with pull," he said, smooth as silk, "an epidemic could be arranged."
"Oh, sure! And how long would that last before the track owners got wind of it?"
Juan shrugged. "Baby, your problem is that you just don't understand how things work around here. You think that just because you're a broad all the stable owners and track people are discriminating against you. And that just ain't true."
"Come on!" Lana said. "Don't hand me that! Why is it that I only get to ride once in a blue moon? Why is it that I'm at the bottom of the substitute jockey roster?"
"Like I said, baby, you don't understand. The reason they don't let you ride is because you're somewhat of a risk. You haven't ridden enough, come in on the money enough to suit them. We BOTH know that you've got talent. Hell, even the stable owners can't miss seeing that. They just play things cautious, always. They're businessmen, dam nit!"
The redhead had no comeback to that She began furiously brushing the horse's neck and mane.
The jockey grinned at her. She had a temper, all right He liked his women like that, the same way he liked his horse, spirited, a challenge. "So like I was saying, baby," he went on, carefully easing his way into the stall, "all you need is a few good mounts, a few good races back to back. You just want to catch their attention. If you had the right friend of course, he could make sure that you got the opportunities."
Lana didn't turn around, but kept her back to him, kept brushing Sugar Beet's neck and chest "Gee, now," she said, "let me guess who that 'friend' would be. Uhh, let's see, I don't suppose it could be Benito Alvarez. No, he hasn't been around long enough. What about Chuckie Beck? No, not him, either."
Juan moved closer, staring fixedly in under her armpits, at the way her brassiereless bosoms shifted and jiggled as she curried the mare.
"And I wonder what I'd have to do to be this person's friend?" she said, again sarcastically, practically spitting out the last word.
The jockey didn't try and tell her; he showed her. He reached out, quick as a shot, slipping his right hand in under her armpit, around her ribcage, cupping her right breast hotly in his hand, squeezing her soft nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
For a second, the girl just froze there. She was so stunned that she didn't know what to do. Juan took advantage of her surprise to massage the resilient mound, to pinch and tweak the nipple tip. Finally, she reacted.
"Noooo!" Lana cried, whirling around with her elbows up, ready to take his head off at the neck.
Juan jumped back out of range.
"You squirmy little bastard!" she shouted, holding her left arm defensively across her chest.
He looked at her breasts and grinned. "Nice," he said, shaking his hand at her, "real nice. Just the way I like 'em. Why don't you throw some fresh straw down in the corner and show me the rest?"
"Oooh!" she growled, grabbing the handle of the pitchfork that stood against the wall.
Juan was already backing out of the stall as she came up with the fork. "Hey, now, none of that," he said, waving his hands at her, and trying to calm her down.
Lana advanced on him, the fork held at belly level. "I'm going to fix you, you twerp!" she cried.
The five, razor sharp tines came within a half inch of Juan's groin. He jumped to the side like a matador.
"Dios!" he cried as Lana followed him with another thrust, forcing him to turn aside. The fork passed within inches of his buttocks, jabbing into the wooden wall of the stall.
Lana couldn't pull the thing free with just her arms. Had she connected with him, she would've skewered his buttocks to the wall. She had to put her boot back against the wall and use her leg to loosen the pitchfork.
Realizing that he was no longer in any immediate danger, Juan once again grew bold. "Before I was going to just let you give it to me," he said, angrily, "now you're going to have to beg me to take it Got that? Beg me, baby. BEG ME!"
He turned and sauntered out of the stall.
By the time Lana got the pitchfork loose, he was long gone and tears rolled down her cheeks.
She dropped the fork to the floor and picked up the curry comb. She resumed her brushing of the mare with a vengeance.
What hurt a million times worse than Juan's sleazy come on, worse than his implying that she didn't stand a chance at Blue Grass Meadows without his help, was something that she was only beginning to realize, and that was that he was telling her the terrible truth. For as long as she could remember, she'd wanted to be a jockey. She craved the attention, the thrills, EVERYTHING that surrounded the sport and to that end she'd worked long and hard. It was much easier to accept her failure if she regarded it as some kind of plot by the male chauvinists in power to keep the business in male hands. That her failure might be due to her own inability to convince the owners that she was any good was a bitter, bitter pill to swallow.
As she finished up on Sugar Beat and started cleaning up her stall, she thought about the humiliation she'd already suffered to get the few mounts she'd gotten. Shoveling horse shit, though, seemed head and shoulders above giving one's boofy to a stranger.
Lana wasn't a virgin. She'd fallen in love with a horse trainer when she was sixteen. The guy was married and it all ended up very ugly, but for a while, in the beginning, it was beautiful. At that time, she told herself that she'd never get into another mess like that, that the next time she fell in love "all the way," the next time she gave her love, it would have to be the "real thing."
That was three years ago and now she was faced with an even worse situation. It wasn't that she found Juan all that unattractive. If she had, it would've been easier for her to just turn herself off to him, to ignore him completely. That she was attracted to him, despite his crudeness, his lewdness, shamed her, infuriated her. She knew that all he wanted to do was to use her, cheapen and degrade her, then discard her. She couldn't help but wonder if she wanted success that much, if she was willing to sacrifice that much to get it? And she honestly didn't know the answer to her own question.
CHAPTER TWO
About two weeks later, Lana got the bad news. It was typical of the way the track was run that no one actually told her, that she just happened to be passing the bulletin board in the tack room and just happened to glance at the jockey roster. Her name was still at the bottom of the list, but the number of names, male names, on the list had grown by at least a half dozen. Lana's chances of getting a mount were suddenly next to nothing.
She stared at the paper for a long time, hardly seeing it, her eyes brimming with tears. She was furious. She couldn't understand why they'd done it to her. She couldn't even begin to try and understand the thing in terms of profit and loss, of business, which is how the track owners looked at it She took the blow as something personal, as if the big male wheels had got together up in the posh clubhouse and conspiring no doubt to keep her off the track.
For the first time in as long as she could remember, she actually considered quitting the horse racing game, packing it in and going back to school. She knew that her parents would love the idea. They never said anything to her, but she could tell that they weren't pleased with her choice of a career. They thought that what she was doing was vaguely childish, vaguely tomboyish. Lana thought about all the hassle and heartache she'd gone through to get as far as she had and she knew that she couldn't quit, that she wouldn't quit until she was run off every track in the country.
What the track owners had "done" to her, keeping her from getting even substitute mounts by adding more male jockeys to the roster, was sneaky and underhanded, she told herself. It's as if they were afraid to come right out and tell her they didn't want her to ride; it was dirty pool. If they could play that way, she reasoned, wiping the tears from her cheeks, so could she. She could be just as sneaky, just as lowdown, just as willing to use other people any way she could to get what she wanted. She vowed she was going to be a jockey. She was going to be one of the BEST. She was going to show them all. Lana stormed out of the tack room, looking for Juan Ortiz.
The decision to take the jockey up on his offer of rides in trade for her sexual favors had a strange effect on her. She expected to maintain a kind of cool detachment through the whole thing, all-business, in otherwords, but even as she walked across the stable grounds to the exercise track where the jockey was warming up she felt an odd stirring within her. It had been a long time since she'd given herself to a man; the aftermath of her first affair had left her very cautious. She knew enough about love, about her own body, however, to realize what the tingling in her nipples, the tautening of them against the fabric of her halter top, what the warm, toasty glow between her slim thighs, the matching flush in her cheeks meant. She was getting excited! She paused, pulling herself together, stifling the pleasurable sensations. What she was doing, she told herself, was for her career, for business and nothing more. She had to keep things separate, to keep things in perspective.
She took a deep breath and then continued walking, crossing the green grass apron to the edge of the track where Juan was busy with a black two-year old and a couple of stable hands.
The latin jockey, dressed in a white turtle neck sweater, blue jeans, and high top riding boots, was yelling at the two young men and taking obvious pleasure from watching them cower and cringe. The two young men towered over him by a full foot When he saw Lana approaching, he stopped his tirade and turned to glare at her. hands on hips, feet spread wide apart.
She stepped up to him, her heart in her throat. The look on his face, smug, defiant, told her that he knew why she'd come.
"Get out of here!" Juan snarled at the stable hands, waving them off with a sudden chop of his hand. Before they were out of earshot, he said to her, "So, you've come to beg me for it, have you?"
Lana's face burned with embarrassment as she saw the two young men glance back at her over their shoulders, as she saw the lewd grins on their faces. When' she looked back at Juan, he was grinning, too, grinning and loving every second of his newfound power over her. Lana began to wonder if she hadn't made a terrible mistake.
"Well?" he said, moving closer to her. "That is why you're here, isn't it?"
He was looking at her breasts, practically drooling. She nodded. "They put me at the bottom of the substitute list," she said. For some reason, she felt she had to explain herself to him, to let him know that she wasn't doing it because she felt anything for him. "You said you could help ma You said you could fix it so I could get good mounts."
"Oh, I can fix it, all right," he said, gingerly reaching up and putting his right hand to her breast.
Lana shuddered as he fondled her, squeezing her nipple between his fingers, but she did not move away. Under his skillful touch, the little soft bud came to life, growing into an inch long stub that jutted obscenely against fabric of her halter top. Her face burned once again.
"You're learning," he said, releasing her breast and running the back of his swarthy, hairy hand, his knuckles over her bare, suntanned tummy.
She had to bite her lip to keep from jumping back as he teased her deep belly button with his fingertip. He was watching her face intently, watching her reaction, taking a perverse kind of pleasure from the conflict raging within her. Over and over, she told herself that she had to let him do what he wanted, that she had to do it for her career, that she wouldn't allow herself to feel anything.
"You have very smooth skin," Juan said, appreciatively, putting his hand, palm up, fingers down, against her tummy, sliding his fingertips down into the front of her cut off jeans. He didn't try to go all the way into her fork, but just in under the elastic waistband of her panties, far enough to let her know that if he'd wanted to, he could've gone all the way.
His fingers were hot and rough, like sandpaper, and no amount of sel-hypnosis could make her not feel them. Never in her life had she ever felt so completely vulnerable, so defenseless. Her head was spinning and her knees were going to rubber as he moved his fingers about, stroking her lower belly, coming within three inches of the top of her pubic mound, of the soft hairs that fringed it.
Then, without a word, he pulled his hand out of her jeans. He looked at her, smirking at the color in her cheeks for a long moment before he said, "I always knew you were going to be easy, baby."
Lana jerked slightly, as if he'd struck her.
"Come on, let's go into one of the empty stalls," he said, grinning. "I got something to show you."
When she did not move to follow him, he glared at her. "You DO want to ride, don't you?" he said.
Lana nodded. And when the short man strutted off, she hurried after him, hating herself for what she was about to do, hating him for what he was, for the horrible doubts, the conflicting emotions he caused her to feel.
Juan strode over to the stable building, opening the top half of one of the double, "Dutch" style stall doors. He looked inside, then opened the lower half of the door, gesturing for her to get inside.
"Move it, baby," he said, "I don't have all day to screw around."
Lana hurried past him, feeling clumsy and more than a little bit panicked. The stall was empty save for a low stool that the stable hands and grooms used to stand or sit on while they were working on an animal. The floor was smooth gray concrete and it'd been swept clean of straw.
The sound of the stall doors being pulled closed behind her, the sudden darkness, made her jump. Juan turned on the light, a single, bare white bulb hanging from a twisted wire strung through the stall's crisscrossed roof beams.
"I like to see what I'm getting," he said evenly, leering at her, his dark eyes flashing.
Lana said nothing. The way he was looking at her made her feel like a t-bone steak.
"Take it off for me, baby," he demanded. "Show me what I'm getting."
She shuddered. She hadn't expected it to be like that. She'd expected him to be the aggressor, to have him all over her, mauling her, making her do what he wanted with brute force. She hadn't expected to have to do anything, to be anything but the passive victim. She knew she would've PREFERRED rape to participation; she could rationalize rape.
"Take it off," he repeated, his tone menacing.
Lana had come too far to back out She ob-eyed. She reached back with both hands, unsnapping the clasp of her halter. The snug-fitting cups popped free of her great breasts, slipping down over the pink, taut tips of her erect nipples. It wasn't particularly cold in the stall, but almost at once, her nipples grew even stiffer, the soft pink rings puckering up, wrinkling up into hard pencil stubs.
Juan grinned at her firm ripe breasts, moistening his thick, sculptured lips with the tip of his tongue.
Lana was suddenly breathing hard, whether from fear or arousal, she could not tell. Her sleek ribcage was rising and falling rapidly, making her appealing tits rise and fall, the round mounds so close together on her chest that even without a brassiere she had a deep, delectable cleavage.
"The rest of it," he said. "Show me the rest."
She fumbled with the button of her jeans for what seemed like five minutes before she got it open. Then she unzipped the zipper, rolling the cut offs down over her round hips, her thighs, bending over to get them off her feet She was very much aware that bending over like that made her breasts hang provocatively from her chest, made them sway together, bump together. She could tell from the sounds that Juan was making, the way his breathing had hoarsened, that what she was showing him was turning him on.
When she straightened up, standing before him clad only in her skimpy, lime green nylon bikini panties, she saw that he was staring right into her crotch, right into the fat mound between her thighs.
"You got red hair on your pussy, too," he said, with obvious delight.
Lana blushed. The front panel of her panties was made of lacey fabric and through it, he could plainly see the dark shadow of her pubic hairs.
"I never had a girl with red hair on her pussy before," he said. "I've heard a lot about redheads, though. I've heard that they are the BEST fucks going, that they get so hot when they get fucked they go crazy."
Lana felt anything but "hot" at that moment She felt like a creature on display in a zoo.
"Let me see that pussy," he said. "Roll down those panties and show it to ma ALL OF IT!"
She was shamed, humiliated, but she did as he asked, removing her panties and dropping them down beside her jeans. She stood before him totally naked now.
"Open your legs wider," he insisted.
She moaned to herself, but obeyed.
She leered down at her bare pussy, at the fine fringe of red hair that sprouted from her mound, forming a downy spit curl right at the apex of her tight lipped slit. There were very few hairs around the lips, themselves, which were a pale pink color, fat and wide at the top and narrowing down to thin ribbons at the bottom, at the point where they joined. He stared at that place, at the mouth of her pussy, his swarthy face darkening further as hot blood pumped into it.
She could almost feel his gaze burning over her sex, over the round cheeks of her ass. She wanted to close her thighs, to cover herself with her hands, but she did not. Again, she felt weak, defenseless, on the verge of fainting.
"Turn around," he said, thickly.
She turned her back to him.
"Now, bend over and show me what it looks like from behind," he said.
Lana had to bite her lip to keep from breaking into tears. Was there no end to his need to degrade her?! She bent over pointing the firm cheeks of her ass towards him. The only mark on them was the white triangle that her bikini swim suit had kept from the sun.
"More," he said. "Bend over more, tip your pussy up, take hold of your ass and spread it for ma"
Tears, hot and wet, splashed down her burning cheeks as she did as he asked. She stuck her bottom up higher and took hold of her buttocks, spreading them wide apart. He was looking not only at her pussy, but at the tiny, rose pink ring of her anus. No part of her was secret anymore, no part was private.
"WOW," he gasped, "What a beautiful, fucking ass you've got"
Then Lana heard the rasping, metallic sound of a zipper being undone. Her heart began to pound agonizingly. She knew what he was doing behind her, what he was taking out of his pants. She expected at any instant to feel his huge, bulbous cockhead nosing into her upturned vagina, to be savagely, animalishly skewered on its throbbing length.
"Turn around!" he told her tersely.
She turned, unable to keep her eyes from dropping down to his crotch, to the open zipper, to the thing jutting obscenely from it
"Like a hot stallion, huh?" Juan said, idly stroking the underside of his upcurving erection with his fingertips, his eyes slitted from the pleasure he was giving himself.
Lana couldn't believe the size of the jockey's penis. It was, indeed, huge! It was a dark, yellowish brown color on the shaft and the thick head was purple. The cock head had a great, flaring rim of spongy flesh and a deep cleft in its featureless face, a cleft that leaked glistening white fluid. The whole cock arched up from his open fly like a lewd banana, curving back so the throbbing tip brushed his chest. The shaft was grossly thick at the root, where, am id a dense nest of shiny black pubic hairs, it joined the wrinkly reddish sack of his scrotum. The underside of it was laced with thick, blue veins, veins that bulged with hot, pulsing blood.
Juan wrapped his fingers about his cock, gripping it just behind its wide head. He gave himself a single, wringing stroke, sliding his hand down to the root of his penis. The lewdly erect rod visibly throbbed and a bead of gooey white liquid oozed from the slit in the head, trickling down over the tightly stretched sheath of skin, down over his fingers.
Seeing his cock leaking like that, seeing it so hard, so long made her gasp for breath, made her pussy glow like a little oven between her legs. Suddenly, she found herself imagining what it would be like to have that much hot prick meat pushing in and out of her cunt, slamming up into her belly. She imagined what it would be like to cum around such a cock, to be squirming and thrashing in ecstasy while it turned her inside out.
She and Juan were operating on different wavelengths, however. What he wanted was something entirely different than what she was dreaming of.
"Here!" he snarled, pointing his finger at the cement floor in front of him.
Lana could only gawk at him.
"Get that red-haired cunt of yours over here!" he shouted. "And KNEEL!!"
As she meekly ob-eyed, as she came closer to him, she could hear how ragged his breathing was becoming. Whatever he intended on doing to her, the thought of it was highly exciting to him.
"On your knees!" he demanded again.
Lana slumped to the cold concrete, her lovely face turned up, her eyes glued to the pulsing length of his rigid cock.
Juan reached out and caught hold of her hair, holding her head still. Then, he leaned into her, rubbing the hot shaft of his cock against her startled face.
She whimpered, her hands fluttering at her sides, but she made no move to evade the obscene thing. He was grinding his hips, forcing his hard penis to slide over her mouth, her nose, her forehead. The cloying, rank odor of his loins raged up her nostrils; his crisp pubic hairs scratched her lips, her cheeks. As he continued to abuse her, actually reaching into his fly and pulling out his testicles and then rubbing them against her mouth, she realized what he wanted of her ... and why.
The jockey didn't want to make love to her in any normal fashion.
"Go on, suck it," he said, pulling back, using his free hand to take hold of the neck of his cock, to bend it down until the bloated head was on a level with her sensuous lips.
Even as Lana stared at the huge bulb, it throbbed ominously and a gob of pearly fluid slipped from its slot The viscous stuff hung, yo-yoing for an instant from the tip of his penis, then dropped to the concrete between her knees.
"Suck it!" he repeated, twisting his hand in her hair until she thought he would rip it out by the root, jamming his bulb right into her tightly clenched teeth, her tightly closed lips.
She moaned as the seething, velvety smooth knob mashed into her mouth, as the sticky juice was smeared over her lips. He was leaning into her face, stabbing his cock against her teeth so hard that she was afraid he would knock them in. Still, she refused to yield to him, to give him what he wanted.
Juan was used to dealing with reluctant girls, so he knew just what to do. He let go of her hair and gripped her jaw, digging the tips of his fingers into the hinge points.
"Uhhhh!" Lana cried as the horrible pain lanced into her head, as his crushing fingers forced her teeth to slowly come apart. She could not stop it Her mouth gaped wide open and she could not close it.
Juan leered down at her ovaled lips, her perfect white teeth, her wet tongue. "Suck it," he said, jamming the gross bulb into her mouth.
Lana gagged as the head of his lust swollen penis swept past her lips, rammed over her teeth and filled her mouth to the bursting point with its throbbing hardness. The underside of the knob pressed down on her tongue, the sides pressed out on her cheeks, and the flaring rim pushed up on the roof of her mouth. Then, the shock of the unnatural invasion faded and she began to taste it The sour, unwashed flavor of his cock exploded on her tongue, the salty, sticky droplets of his pre-cum rolled down her throat She whimpered. Worse than the girth of the bulb, worse than the horrid, animalish heat it gave off, was the raw, burning taste of it. It felt like the whole inside of her mouth was on fire.
"Suck," he crooned to her, giving his hips a little toss, making the great cock push in and out a little bit, the flaring rim brushing back and forth across her upper lip as the tip slid across the pebbly surface of her tongue.
She tried to obey him, but she was so horrified by what he was forcing her to do that she could barely make her body answer her will. Her lips nibbled weakly at the slobber-slick knob; her tongue squirmed listlessly over the heavy folds of skin that hung just beneath his slot
"Harder!" he demanded, rolling his hips, making his cock twist about obscenely, rubbing over the slippery insides of her cheeks, over the deliciously wet surface of her tongue.
Even before she could begin to do what he wanted, his penis flexed, throbbing against her brutally overstuffed mouth, and a huge gob of hot, gooey semen pulsed from his slot, spreading over her tongue in a sluggish wave. Lana wanted to jerk her head away, to pull her mouth from the lewdly erect penis, to spit out the rancid stuff, but his hand on top of her head prevented that. She swallowed the semen down, and to her surprise it tasted delicious to her.
Juan watched as she gulped his thick cum down, watched her struggle with the grotesquely huge bulb that bloated out her smooth cheeks. He was getting off, all right, getting off magnificently. He had a beautiful woman down on his knees before him, naked, helpless while he forced her to pay homage to his cock with her soft lips and tongue. He was the master and she was the slave.
"Ullllp!!" Lana gurgled as he lunged towards her, as the head of his penis surged deeper into her mouth, jamming into the back of her throat, as the much thicker shaft jammed between her already painfully parted lips, pushing savagely against her teeth.
"Ooooh," Juan groaned ecstatically, jerking his hips back, dragging his cock through her lips, then lunging again, harder, fucking into her lovely face, driving the bulb of his cock over the back of her tongue and down into the tight, hot confines of her throat.
Lana whimpered pitifully as the monstrous rod spitted her, her hands once again fluttering helplessly at her sides. He was going right down her throat! There was a horrible pressure and she was gagging and he didn't seem to care.
The jockey pulled back and threw himself against her upturned face, cramming every inch of his penis between her trembling lips, every inch of it down her narrow throat. He held himself tight to her, reveling in the feel of her almost choking, gagging spasms, spasms that rhythmically milked his engorged cock, teasing from it waves of pure pleasure.
Lana was no pleasure from what he was doing to her, only pain. The hairy root of his penis was crammed between her teeth, wedging her jaws open so wide that she was sure they would crack. Her face was buried in his scratchy pubic hairs, the musky manscent of his crotch raging in her nostrils. And the hot, swollen orbs of his balls were nuzzling up against the point of her chin, lewdly caressing it What hurt the most, though, was the awesome length of cock he had stuffed down her throat It felt like the walls of her gullet would split at any second from the unendurable pressure.
"Suck me!" he moaned, snapping his hips back and lunging, making the glistening, friction-reddened shaft of his cock appear from between her lips, then vanish, appear, then vanish, as he began vigorously fucking her face.
Lana whined, tears rolling down her face. She could not suck. She could do nothing. He was using her virginal throat like it was the pussy of some two-dollar whore, screwing in and out without a thought to her agony. She gurgled and gagged, the sounds of her own ravishment, moist and wet, ringing obscenely in her ears.
"Damn, that's so good!" the jockey exclaimed, pausing in his jackhammer thrusting to gasp for air. When he resumed his brutal attack, he kept his hips still and forced her to perform on him. He held her face trapped between the palms of his calloused hands and made her bob her head, made her lips slide from the wet tip of his penis to the hairy root, back and forth, back and forth.
He was abusing her so violently that the firm cones of her breasts jiggled and bobbled against each other, the hard pink nipples pointing left, right, up and down, going wall-eyed, then cross-eyed, pointing in opposite directions.
There was nothing Lana could do to prevent what was happening to her, she was both a physical and a mental captive. So, she relaxed as best she could and let it happen. Gradually, with every succeeding thrust of his cock, the walls of her throat became more and more stretched and the burning pain of the animalish impalement began to subside. It wasn't so much that what he was making her do hurt less, as much as it was the constant hurt eventually overloading her pain sensors. The sharp pain faded to a dull ache. What hurt worse, in fact, than the big cock pushing through her lips and down her throat, was the awful shaking he was giving her head as he forced her to bob it so rapidly. It felt like he was shaking her brains loose.
"That's it! That's it!!" Juan gasped. "Go, baby! GO FOR IT!!"
Lana didn't realize what he was talking about for the longest time. Then it dawned on her that she couldn't feel the crushing pressure of his hands on the sides of her head anymore. Her head was still bobbing madly, though, and the huge penis was ramming down her gullet like a great, slippery red log.
"Go for it!!" he moaned. "You KNOW you want it!! You want every fucking drop!!"
Lana whimpered. She was doing it. She was doing it all. The sticky seepage of his cock mixed with her hot saliva, thickening it, and the wonderfully slippery mixture came welling out of her ovaled lips, squirting out between them and the sides of his cock, rushing down the length of the shaft, drenching his pubic bush, coating his uptight testicles with moisture. She groaned as something super-hot, super-salty dribbled into her mouth. He was almost ready to cum! She worked her mouth faster, bobbed her head faster, sucking at his thick cock, forcing it to fly in and out of her quivering throat.
"Oh, Baby! Baby!" he cooed, arching his back, his eyelids fluttering.
Lana's slobber was smearing all over her face, the wet hairs of his crotch, the fat balls painting the slick, fragrant juice everywhere. She wallowed in his loins, no longer hesitant, no longer tentative. She WANTED him to orgasm. She WANTED to suck the hot, bubbling joy from his huge cock, to feel the shaft buck and heave against the walls of her throat, to feel the raging torrent of his sperm rush into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmhh!! Mmmmmmhhh!!" she panted and puffed, twisting and turning her head as she bobbed it, making the sides of his penis slide over the walls of her throat The sloppy sounds of her sucking, the moist farting of her wet lips as they dove down the tumescent shaft were no longer repulsive to her. Those nasty sounds excited her, made her want more ... more ... MORE!
"Oh! Oh, wow!!!" Juan croaked, stiffening, his fingers digging into her soft shoulders.
Between Lana's lips, his penis throbbed ominously. Then, to her wild delight, the whole length rippled with spasm, undulating like a snake slithering across a hot sidewalk.
"Unnnff!" he grunted, closing his eyes tight, hunching vigorously into her open mouth.
Cum exploded into her throat buckets of it belching over her tongue, choking her. She nearly swooned at the feel of all that hot man fluid gushing into her mouth. He was drowning her in it! She whined, she shuddered, she gulped the slimy stuff down, her adam's apple bobbing in time to the powerful pulses of the cock between her lips.
Juan jammed his madly spurting cock in and out of her throat, bashing his balls into her chin, ravishing her lovely face as ecstasy swept him away.
Again and again and again, the huge head spat molten cum into her mouth. Lana swallowed and swallowed until her throat ached, until her tummy felt like it would burst from the amount of semen she'd already gulped down. And still, the creamy, viscous fluid kept on coming.
Finally, at the peak of his pleasure, the jockey ripped the head of his cock from between her lips.
"Uhh! Ohhhh!!" Lana gasped as the gleaming bulb sent jets of pearly cum splattering over her flushed face, as she was bathed from forehead to chin in Juan's sticky semen. She made no move to pull back from the nasty shower, but knelt there, trembling, moaning, her ravaged mouth still wide open, as he finished his orgasm.
"So good," he wheezed, mashing his gooey bulb against her forehead, rubbing the white gummy stuff into her hairline. "So fucking good."
Lana just knelt there, fighting to catch her breath as the steam heat of passion scorched her entire body. A long strand of cum hung from her friction-reddened lower lips, swaying gently, then dropping onto her right breast The semen rolled in a white line down over the tip of her puckered pink nipple, down the underside of her breast.
Juan leered down at her, at the mess he'd made of her lovely face, not only at the smeared cum, but the stray black curly pubic hairs that clung to her cheek, to the corner of her gaping mouth. Without a word, he moved around behind her and put a hand to her shoulder, shoving hard, making her lower her tits to the cold concrete, making her tip her bare ass up in the air.
Lana shuddered violently as the icy floor touched her nipples, shuddered again as she felt him moving in between her legs. Then his hand enclosed the whole mound of her pussy, cupping it, squeezing it
"Wow!" he cried, as the inner and outer lips came apart at his touch, as her whole pussy came unglued.
She could hear it hear the squishy wet sounds her pussy was making as he groped it She pressed her chest tighter to the floor, making her breasts balloon out under her armpits as she tipped her bottom up higher in the air. She wanted him. Every fiber of her being cried out for him to skewer her cunt with that big cock of his.
But that was not to be.
When Juan let go of her pussy, she moaned like a bitch in heat.
"Like I told you," he said, stuffing the half hard length of his cock back into his pants. "I got lots of work to do today. Don't you worry. baby. I'm going to give that red-haired cunt of yours a pounding you will never forget"
She rolled into a sitting position on the floor, wiping at the rapidly drying cum that surrounded her mouth. It looked like her face had been dusted with finely ground sugar.
"You said you'd get me a ride," she said, her voice cracking, hoarse from all the abuse her throat had taken.
"That's right," he told her. "I'll get you a ride, just like I said. And afterwards, you're going to give me a ride, understand? Win or lose, baby, I get to ride."
He gave her a lewd wink and then strutted out of the stall like Napoleon after some major victory.
Lana sat there on the concrete until the chill of it invaded her very bones, staring at the door which he'd left ajar. Finally, she pulled herself together and got up. As she dressed, she told herself that it hadn't been as bad as she'd thought it would, that she'd gotten out of the mess pretty easily. Even his threat of more forced sex after the promised mount in an upcoming race didn't phase her. She told herself that if she won, if she won big enough, if she caught the eyes of the track owners, the stable owners, she would be able to write her own ticket She wouldn't need Juan anymore, so she wouldn't have to pay him what he demanded. She would be able to spit in his eye.
And when she did it, she'd make sure there were a lot of people around to see it That, she decided, would make everything really worthwhile ... it would even the score between them. She had totally blocked the pleasurable emotions that he'd made her feel, the raw, animal hunger he'd awakened in her young body. The sensual delight was replaced by anger, indignation at the way he'd misused her.
The human mind has the amazing ability to disregard facts, thoughts that are deeply disturbing. What Juan had awakened in her was nonetheless real ... as she was soon to discover.
CHAPTER THREE
Juan lived up to his promise. Two days later, a well-known jockey took suddenly ill right before the third race of the afternoon. Curiously enough, none of the other apprentice jockeys, the ones higher up on the roster than Lana, showed up to take the riderless mount. The stable owner grudgingly turned his horse, a three-year old gelding, over to her.
Because there were so few women jockeys, there wasn't any separate dressing room for her. Lana had to change into her riding silks in the women's room. She didn't care about that She was getting her chance, that was all that mattered. As Juan had promised, the mount he'd arranged for her to get was a good one. Not so good that it was a runaway favorite to take the race and not so bad that her cause was hopeless. As she walked down to the warm-up area, she saw that the odds for her mount, Massa, were four to one.
There was some snickering as she joined the other jockeys. It was mostly coming from the older timers. It didn't bother her. She knew what she had to do and she focused all her attention on her goal.
Massa was a lean chestnut. Not a big horse, but he had the look of speed in his legs and the size of his chest showed that he'd have plenty of lung to go the mile and an eighth distance. She put on the pad and her saddle and had it halfway adjusted before the stable hand came running up to help her. She let him finish the job, paying close attention to how tight he was cinching up the saddle.
When she climbed up on Massa's back, there was more half-muffled joking. Lana knew that even in the mannish jockey's outfit she was still very recognizable as a woman. Her bottom was clearly out-lined by the tight breeches and her breasts jutted out, braless, against the blue and cerise silk of the shirt She ignored the catcalls and concentrated on getting her stirrups adjusted just right. Then she put on her crash helmet and told the stable hand she was ready.
Some jockeys don't like to bring their horses out until the very last minute, but Lana had a couple of reasons for wanting to get out to the starting gate first. For one thing, she knew that the noises the other jockeys were making could easily unsettle her mount Horses, she knew. while incredibly stupid animals, could be very sensitive to the moods of people. She also wanted Massa to have time to adjust to the feel of the gate, to the metal walls. She wanted him nice and calm right before the starting bell, so that when she gave him a taste of her spurs just as the gate came up, the only thing on his tiny mind would be running, running like a bat out of hell.
Her post position wasn't bad. She was fourth from the rail. If Massa got off to a halfway decent start, she figured to be in the running all the way.
Time dragged on incredibly slowly until about three minutes before post time, at which point it passed in a blink. To Lana, it seemed that the other horses were just being led out onto the field and then she was getting the ten second warning. Her heart pounding madly in her throat, she pulled down her goggles and took a deep breath. In her mind, she was counting down, getting ready for the bell. At the count of seven, she reached down and patted Massa's thick neck, speaking softly, soothingly to him.
Then the bell sounded and all hell broke loose. The gate was halfway up when she jammed her spurs into Massa's flanks. Under her, the huge animal reacted instantly. His head came up and when it came down, they were off and running.
There wasn't any time to think for the first few seconds. Lana was far too busy trying to get herself synchronized with the racing horse. By the time they were moving as one, she and her mount were a good thirty feet out of the gate ... along with four other horses and riders.
Lana was sandwiched between a black and a roan and in front of her, the bounding rumps of a pair of bays were all she could see. The horses in front were throwing up great clods of dirt, but Lana was too preoccupied to notice or to care that they were hitting her in the face and chest. She had a real problem. She was boxed in, but good. If Massa got sulky on her and let off on the speed, the black and the roan would close the gap between them and shut him out of the money. If Massa surged ahead too soon, he could ram right into the horses in front and cause one hell of an accident. Lana had to hold off, to wait, to pray that the pair of bays would string out, that one of them would prove the faster.
The pack was about halfway around the track, still in the same positions, when something intruded on Lana's concentration. There had been considerable jostling between the horses all along, especially those on either side of her. What startled her was more than mere jostling. It felt like a red hot poker had been suddenly pressed against her forearm. She jerked her head to the side and saw the jockey on the roan grinning at her. He was one of the old timers, a Cuban. He raised his whip to hit her again.
There wasn't anything she could do about it ... or, rather, the only thing she could've done, slow down her horse, was unacceptable to her. She knew that nobody else could see what he'd done. He was good at disguising it Again, the searing pain. For an instant, she considered giving him her boot, kicking him from his saddle and letting him deal with the six horses thundering up behind on a one to one basis, but then the bay on the inside started to fade and the one on the outside slipped ahead.
Before the jockey could hit her again, she gave Massa a stinging lash to the rear and he shot forward, between the two horses, beside the fading bay. Once in the clear, she gave the chestnut his head. In a half dozen strides, he was neck and neck with the front running bay.
They rounded the far turn and came into the home stretch. Lana could see the finish line and she started giving Massa the whip. The chestnut was giving it his all and he could not overtake the bay. The only thing that Lana could hope for was that the bay would start to give out as her horse was plainly no faster in a dead run.
The finish line came rushing up at them and only in the last twenty yards did the bay begin to tire. Sensing that her chance was at hand, Lana gave her horse everything she had, spurs, whip, everything. For a second, Massa moved ahead of the bay, then he, too, began to slow. In the last few feet, despite Lana's efforts, Massa slowed further, coming up almost even with the bay. And as they crossed the finish line, something reddish white zoomed past to the right.
Lana pulled back on the reins and stood up in her stirrups. She was wheezing as hard as the horse as she craned her neck, looking back to the grandstand, to the electric sign that would announce the winner. She still had a chance, she told herself. She might have held her lead just long enough.
The lights on the sign flickered and her hopes went down the drain. Third! she groaned to herself. Then she looked ahead. The roan, the damned Cuban! He'd nipped both the bay and Massa at the wire! She followed the other two horses around the track and off onto the grassy, winner's circle area.
The Cuban, all smiles, came up to her and offered to give her a hand down from her horse. Lana snorted at him and got off on the other side. She knew she could've reported him for what he'd done, that the marks on her arm, which now ached like all get out, would be enough proof to start an investigation. But she also knew that such a thing wouldn't get her anywhere. She didn't want to be more of an outcast with the other jockeys; she wanted to be one of them. So, she had to take the lumps he'd given her.
The stable owner came up to her and said words to the effect that he was surprised that she'd done as well as she had, that he felt lucky to have his animal back in one piece. She'd expected that kind of reaction as soon as she saw how she'd finished. A third place finish wasn't going to bring cheers from anybody. It wasn't going to get her moved up on the roster, either.
She knew that if anyone had been watching her, anyone who knew anything about racing, the WAY she'd finished, the smarts she'd shown at the critical moment would keep her at the bottom of the roster. She'd let her attention wander. She'd been paying so much attention to the lead horse that she'd totally forgotten about the roan coming up from behind. Any jockey worth his salt could've kept his horse's rear right in front of that roan, blocking him from the wire, or at least making him run so wide that he couldn't hope to steal first place. The kind of mistake she'd made showed her up for the amateur she was.
Depressed didn't come close to describing her feelings as she realized that she'd blown her big chance, that she'd humiliated herself with Juan for nothing. And what was a million times worse, now that she'd blown it, she was going to have to submit to the jockey again, she was going to "pay" him back. She was going to have to give him everything he wanted, to please him if she ever expected to get another mount. The idea made her want to throw up, but she knew that she would submit, that she would do anything to get a toehold in her profession.
She trudged back to the women's room and took off the riding silks and put on her jeans and t-shirt. Then she walked across the grounds to the clubhouse where there was a shower she could use. She turned the water on as hot as it would go and stripped again, waiting until steam billowed out of the shower compartment before stepping inside.
She let the scorching spray douse every part of her body, especially her bruised forearm. The heat made her wince but she gave herself no mercy. She didn't think of it that way, but perhaps she was punishing herself for losing. She stayed in the shower until the hot water began to run out and then turned the water off and got out.
Her whole body was baked a rosy pink from the scalding water. She toweled off, her limbs heavy, relaxed from the heat She dressed and rubbed the fog from the mirror so she could see to comb her hair. Satisfied with her appearance, she walked out of the shower room and back down the clubhouse hallway.
Somehow, she'd expected to have to pay Juan sometime in the future, sometime a long time off. She wasn't prepared when, as she left the clubhouse, a short, swarthy figure swung in step alongside her.
"You had your ride, baby," he said, casually slipping his arm around her slim waist, letting his hand slide down to the firm mounds of her buttocks. "Now, it's Juan's turn to take a ride."
CHAPTER FOUR
Lana let him lead her across the ground. She felt utterly devoid of strength, exhausted. It was only when she saw where he intended taking her that she managed to put up any sort of protest
"No, wait!" she said, pushing away from him as they approached the door to the jockey's locker room. "Not in there, please!"
Juan gave her a puzzled look. Obviously, it wouldn't bother him to go into the all-male locker room.
"Please, someone might ... " she began.
He didn't let her finish. He grabbed her by the upper arm and dragged her through the doorway.
Lana had never felt so humiliated in all her life. A woman who would go into a men's dressing room was low, but a woman who would go into a men's dressing room to perform sex was the lowest thing on earth. It was a great relief to her that the locker room, itself, the tiers of metal lockers, the wooden benches, were empty. She could hear the sound of a shower going, though, so she knew that someone was there.
"Why do we have to do it here?" she asked, her voice nothing but a whimper.
"Because I like it here," Juan answered, giving her a shove in the direction of another door. A little engraved copper plate set in the door said: "Steam Room."
Lana stood there staring at the plate.
"Go on in," the jockey said, reaching around her, opening the door.
She moved on legs of rubber through the door and into the all-tile dressing room. There was a low wooden bench around half the room and above it, set in the wall, were about fifty metal coathooks. This outer room was where the jockeys left their dry towels before going into the steam room proper and where they came to towel off afterwards.
"Stand still," Juan said, stepping up to her.
Lana did as he ordered, standing there, cringing as he reached up and took hold of the hem of her t-shirt, shoving it up over her chest, exposing the succulent mounds of her breasts.
"Are your nipples always hard like that?" he asked, leering at the pink stubs.
Lana wanted to curl up and die.
The jockey hauled her t-shirt up over her head and tossed it over at the bench. Then he grabbed hold of the waistband of her jeans and undid the button. She stood there, biting her lower lip as he wrenched her jeans and panties down over her hips. He pulled them down until he had them around her knees, until the well-padded hummock of her pussy was exposed.
"Damn, but I like that red fur!" he groaned, gingerly reaching out, putting his whole hand between her legs, giving her pussy a firm squeeze.
Lana shuddered against him, startled by the sudden blaze of sensation that exploded in her cunt at his touch, sensation that flickered down the tops of her thighs and up over her tummy.
"Man, oh, man!" he said, working his fingers energetically against her super smooth pussy lips, digging them into the tender cleft.
Waves of heat raged up from her crotch, licking at her tits, her face. Lana could feel her pussy coming apart the petals starting to puff up, to swell with excitement, to give him access to the dewy channel.
Juan wasn't interested in finger-fucking, though. He let go of her, his face dark with excitement "Go on, finish it," he said, starting to strip off his clothes.
She pulled off her boots and then wriggled out of her wadded up jeans and panties. The whole time she was watching him ... or to be more exact, watching the immense, throbbing bulge in the front of his pants. When he pulled down his underwear, the lust-bloated log of his cock flipped up. Naked, Juan was very appealing to her. His honey brown skin was very smooth, practically hairless. Everything about him, his height, his build, reminded her of a teenage boy. Everything but that huge cock of his. It looked like it and his pendulous testicles belonged to someone else, someone much, much bigger, like they'd been grafted on. They were possibly the most obscene ... and most stimulating ... thing Lana had ever seen.
"In there," he said, his hand pointing the way through a glass door, his cock pointing straight up.
She pushed through the entrance and was immediately hit by a gust of awesome heat. The air was thick and stifling with moisture. To the right of the glass door, there were a series of low, tiled steps, seats for the occupants; to the left, there was a pile of rocks sitting in a metal container.
Lana flinched as a hiss came from overhead, as a shower of hot water rained down on her from jets in the ceiling.
"God!" she gasped. Beads of water rolled down her silky body, collecting like dew in her curly pubic hair.
The water from the shower hit the heated rock in the metal bin, creating a cloud of dense steam. It was not so dense, however, that she couldn't see Juan enter the room behind her.
"Baby," he said, absentmindedly stroking his own erect penis, pulling at the loose outer sheath, making it slide up and down over the rock hard inner bone, "you've never been fucked until you've been fucked in a steam room."
She blinked at him, breathing hard, unsure whether it was the atmosphere in the room or her own growing excitement that was making her pant so.
"Everything gets so nice and slippery," he went on, his hand pumping faster, harder. The shaft of his cock gleamed with water from the shower, while the flaring head gleamed with something altogether different. Seeping from the slit, thick and white like library paste, was pre-cum, gobs of it smearing over the bloated knob. "And that isn't all. There's something about the heat, something it does to you. It makes the cumming about a million times better.
Lana was gasping for breath, hypnotized by his hard-driving hand, by the creamy fluid trickling all over his fingers. She felt something running down the insides of her thighs, something burning hot and very oily. If there was any doubt in her mind as to the cause of her dizziness, her shortness of breath, it was erased in that instant. Her pussy was leaking! Droplets of her clear, fragrant nectar were oozing from the mouth of her pussy, rolling down her thighs. The pungent scent of her arousal filled the heavy air.
Juan leered down at her fork, at the sopping red fringe of her pubes, at the glistening pink meat of her pussy, his nostrils flaring as he took in her musky odor.
"One time," he said, his voice suddenly hoarse, "I brought a blonde broad in here. She was about six foot tall. Great tits. When she came, she fainted dead away. I mean it, out like a light I got kind of scared after I finished, when she wouldn't wake up, so I tried to haul her out of the steam room. She was just too damn heavy. I had to go out to the locker room and get a couple of the other jockeys to help me." Juan chuckled to himself. "Once we got her out in the dressing room, the other guys decided that they wanted a little taste. We started going round robin on her ... one after the other ... until she woke up. Man! That broad woke up cumming! it took two of us to hold her down!!"
Lana made a soft, whimpering sound. Her nipples ached, throbbed. There was no longer any round ring to them ... all of the bull's-eye had wrinkled up, turning her pink buds into inch-long, lewdly jutting stubs of flesh.
"Sit down," Juan said, pointing at the lowest tile bench. "Sit down and spread 'em. I've never tasted red-haired cunt before and I'm going to have me some right now."
She shivered in the racking heat
"I'm going to lick your pussy until you go crazy, baby," he promised her. "Until you beg me for a fuck."
Lana sat down on the wet bench, parting her thighs slightly, leaning back on her hands. As the short man approached, kneeling down, putting his hard hands on her knees, she began to feel afraid. Afraid that he might be able to make her beg him, that he might be able to excite her so much with his lips and tongue that she'd do anything for him.
Juan gripped the insides of her knees and pulled her bottom across the wet seat until it half hung off the edge. Then he brutally shoved her thighs apart.
"Uhh!" Lana cried, trying to fight the pressure that was obscenely splaying her naked crotch. It was impossible. He had her wedged wide open. The flat plane of her cunt was tipped up to him, the soft pink petals parted, shining with her love juice.
The jockey put his mouth to her thigh, to the wet skin, and let his tongue snake out from between his lips, squirming the long, pebbly red tool up her leg.
As hot as it was in the steam room, his tongue was even hotter. Lana could not sit still as it seared over her flesh, slithering up her inner thigh, slithering closer and closer to her dripping cunt She whimpered and fidgeted, shifting her bare buttocks on the hot, slick tile, watching spellbound as the glistening tongue painted her leg with viscous slobber.
"Uhhhh!" Juan groaned, lapping hungrily at her thigh, lapping with his face a scant five inches from her seething pussy. As he moved his head deeper in her fork, he slipped his hands in under her knees and lifted and spread at the same time.
Lana gasped at the pelvis cracking pressure. He was licking right up next to the swelling of her vagina, next to the pouty pink petals, right in the silky hollow between thighs and cunt Then the shower heads let fly again and boiling water scalded her face, her breasts, her out-flung and upturned pussy. She didn't know what she wanted at that point, whether to try and break free or to urge him on. She started kicking her feet madly, futilely in the air, whining like a little lost child.
The jockey gazed into the ragged folds of her cunt, his swarthy face bathed in oily sweat, his chest gleaming with it "So fine," he mumbled. "So fucking fine." Then he jammed his mouth against her pussy, twisting and turning his head, kissing it as he would've kissed her mouth.
"OH!!" Lana cried, arching her back, her legs automatically lifting, tipping her cunt up into his face. Her whole body was rigid, trembling from the strain.
"Nummmmmm," the delirious man crooned. his tongue lashing madly through the red fuzz atop her mound, his lips sucking at it, his teeth gnawing at it Under the point of his chin, he could feel the hot, buttery flesh of her pussy, the lips of her cunt parting, gaping. Instead of shoving his tongue right into the yawning gash, right up into her cunt, he began teasing the tip of it round and round the puckering oval of her sex, swirling it over her puffy petals, licking up the slippery, musky juice that coated them.
Every time the tip of his tongue lashed close to the fat button of her clitoris, Lana let out a low, animal moan. Sweat was pouring from her body, dripping down from her armpits, down her ribcage, down from between her breasts over her belly. It felt like every drop of moisture in her body was going to come rushing out, like she had been turned into some kind of human spring. And it wasn't just perspiration that was pouring out of her, either. Between her legs, her pussy tingled like it never had before, and from her opening came a steady torrent of hot juice. It bathed her buttocks, pooled on the tile, and its keen, sexy odor was astonishingly strong in the heat of the room.
Juan didn't mind the smell ... or the taste. He wallowed in it He sucked at the tender petals of her cunt, pulling the hairless flaps into his mouth, nibbling at them with his teeth, stroking them with his tongue. Only when he had her pussy wide open, when the outer lips were so full of lust that they looked like a little pink inner tube, when the thinner, inner lips gaped to show the pearly pink flesh of her cunt, did he put his mouth to her entrance.
"YEEEEE!!!" Lana screamed. A lightning bolt had struck between her legs. The touch of his tongue to her most private place utterly destroyed her. And before she could even recover from the initial shock, that red hot probe was squirming through her quivering aperture, pushing up into her cunt!
The jockey growled and grunted as he rooted his way into her pussy, pushing with his head and neck, gripping her slick buttocks with his hands and pulling. Slowly, the snug passage parted over his wet tip, slowly it opened to receive him.
Lana was astounded by the heat of the thing, by how deep it was going into her. It felt like he was going to shove his tongue clear up into her belly. And then she felt the hard edge of his teeth against her tender labia, his chin digging in between her buttocks, and she knew there would be no more. She was glad. His tongue was already filling her pussy from wall to wall with its pebbly meat.
Juan was not satisfied to just hold his tongue still inside her. He growled again and began moving it, making it thrash from side to side, making it slip in and out, making it dart over the little marble of her clitoris.
The girl's eyes opened wide, her jaw went slack. A great, spineless cock was lashing about in her belly, sweeping over her inner ridges and folds, fucking into her as she never been fucked into before. Waves of pleasure lifted her and of their own accord, her sweat-soaked hips began to tick, to flip her rapidly loosening pussy towards the thrusting tongue, to make the slippery sheath dart down over it, to hurry the moment when his face was buried in her juicy vagina.
Juan gurgled with pleasure and stopped bobbing his head. Instead, he began lifting her ass with his hands, urging her to hump her cunt down over his tongue, to make her pussy bash into his face. With every sloppy smack of cunt, more of her slick juice spattered over his nose, cheeks, forehead, but he didn't care. He loved it Every toss of her hips was another testament to his power over her.
Lana's cunt was growing looser by the second. The mad sweeps of his tongue were stretching her, opening her up wider than she'd ever been opened. And she was loving it She rolled and flipped her bottom greedily, making shrill little cries of delight every time her cuntal muscles quivered, tightened about the darting tongue.
There was no thought in her mind about who he was, who she was, about how he'd managed to get her to submit to him. All of those things were long gone. For Lana, there was only the steam heat of the moment She couldn't make a value judgement about herself for the way she was behaving; she was far too caught up in her own pleasure.
Suddenly, between her legs there was a mind-numbing surge of joy. Lightning can strike twice! And when that galvanic shock hit her, it pushed her right over the brink. Lana was no longer aware of the steam room, even of the man rooting animalishly between her parted thighs. Her whole consciousness was falling, tumbling end over end through the blackness. And as she fell, over and over again, the blinding light flashed and ecstasy consumed her.
Juan knew she was cumming. He would've been hard pressed not to know, what with the way her cunt was fluttering, squeezing at his tongue, the way her tummy was rippling with muscle spasms, her smooth ass churning like crazy, actually leaping out of his clutching fingers to smash her wet pussy against his open mouth. For a long moment, he just knelt there, holding his face pressed as tight to her orgasming pussy as he could manage, reveling in the frantic, milking convulsions that threatened to jerk his tongue out by the roots. Then he pulled back, hauling his tongue from her cunt.
Lana moaned as the tongue left her empty, left her pussy clamping down on nothingness. Then she moaned again, louder.
The jockey had seen to her pleasure, now he was seeing to his. He slipped his thumbs down lower, down into the sweat and love juice bathed cleft of her ass, vaguely ripping her buttocks apart, exposing the glistening, faintly quivering ring of her anus. In a blink, he dropped his mouth down on her pore and set to licking and sucking at it in a frenzy, actually sucking the thing up into his mouth.
"EEEEEEE!!!" Lana squealed. Lightning struck a third time. He was licking her ass and she was cumming! She couldn't help it The tickling, inciteful strokes of his tongue on her tenderest spot had her off and running again before she could even gasp. Somewhere, beneath her feverish, sweat-soaked exterior, she realized what she was doing, that she was flipping her bottom against his open mouth, that she was as hungry for his tongue on her anus as she had been for it up her cunt Realizing that what she was doing was degrading, humiliating in the extreme, could not make the pleasure go away. She bucked and jerked on the slippery tile, grinding her curvaceous buttocks against his face, shrieking at the top of her lungs as the tip of his tongue prodded her tiny sphincter.
Juan struggled to hold her still, madly lapping at the winking ring, his mind alight with perverse delight. He licked and sucked until the little rosebud bloomed, until he could feel it parting under his lips. Then, with a supreme effort of will, he raised his face up from her asscrack.
She trembled as she stared into his face. The lust written there in his bloodshot eyes, in his wet mouth, was horrible to see. It was a hunger that transcended all normal bounds, a hunger that could drive him to absolutely anything.
As he stood up, she suddenly found herself looking at his huge, stiff penis. No longer was there just gooey white stuff at the tip; now, the whole length of his cock was drenched with it Like streusel frosting, it hung in long ropy strands from the rim of his cockhead. And the whole thing, from tip to root, was throbbing, OMINOUSLY throbbing. The skin on the bulb was drawn so tight that it had a satiny sheen to it, like the skin of an overinflated balloon. The veins along the underside of the shaft stood out like soda straws, pulsing with passion. Even more startling to her than that, more startling than the way his testicles were snuggled uptight to his crotch like a pair of goose eggs, was the way his shaft was curved. It'd been bent when she'd seen it in erection before, but not nearly so much. It was so hard, the tendons pulled so tight, that it took on the shape of a crescent a crescent of furious meat.
Lana moved, slipping from her seat, dropping to her knees before him. There had been no verbal command, no threat. She was responding to a need, a command of her own. Whimpering pitifully, she pressed her flushed, dripping face into his out-thrust crotch, kissing the hairy, greasy orbs, licking the pre-cum from his shaft, her tongue swirling back and forth, higher and higher on the gross tube of cock meat until she was taking the semen straight from his slot.
Juan stood there, bandy-legged, preening, watching her moist little tongue slide back and forth over the crease in the head of his cock, listening to her coo and slurp at his manhood. He felt ten feet tall.
The ecstatic girl couldn't seem to get enough of his juices. The more she had, the more she needed. She licked at his penis like it was a popsicle, from root to tip, root to tip, pausing to sweep away the fresh dollop of cum that appeared at his slot.
Then the shower sprayed them again. She groaned, mesmerized by the way the droplets of water made his cockhead gleam. It was like a great knob of highly polished marble. All around the edge of the rim and at the slot, the flesh was a rosy red color. Unable to help herself, she gripped the shaft, bending the head towards her. Shutting her eyes tight, she thrust the bulb into her open mouth, her lips popping down over the rim and onto the shaft, her cheeks horribly distended from the size of the mouthful.
Crooning, she began to suck, to bob her head, to force more and more of the thick penis into her throat.
Juan had other ideas about where his cock should go. He roughly shoved her back. His cockhead popped from her mouth and the whole thing snapped back up against his chest, the slot sending a fine spray of white gobbets spattering over his glistening chest
"Up there," he said, grabbing her under the armpit, pointing her towards the tile bench seats. They stair-stepped up toward the ceiling. "All the way up."
Lana crawled up ahead of him, mindless of the fact that he could see between her legs, that he could see her artlessly displayed pussy. The higher she crawled, the hotter it got, until, at the very top step, each breath was pure agony. She felt very weak and the sweat poured off her body in a constant stream.
The jockey slid his wet hands over her wet body, fondling her breasts, the hard stubs of her nipples. She was like putty in his hands. She willingly went down on her back on the top step, splaying her legs as wide as they would go, offering her sopping cunt up to him.
He climbed between her thighs, kneeling there on the tile. Drops of his sweat fell on her legs, her tummy as he bent his cock down from against his chest, as he pushed the gleaming knob up against her yawning petals.
"Yes!! Oooh, yes!!" Lana wailed, grabbing hold of his forearms, throwing her left leg up over his back as she felt the hugely throbbing face of his cock mash into her trembling vagina.
Juan leaned into her just a little, just enough to make the tip of his penis nose into her sphincter. As she felt herself yielding to the massive bulb, her cunt stretching to admit it, she let out a hoarse cry. Then, he drew back.
"No, baby," he wheezed. "Like I told you, you're going to have to beg me for it. You're gonna have to convince me that you want it"
Lana's eyes opened wide. The look on his face told her that he wasn't kidding. He really was going to keep it from her. She couldn't bear that She reacted instantly, flipping her bottom, trying to force his cock to spit her. Instead of driving into her slit, the heavy rod rammed into the hollow between cunt and thigh and slid up over her tummy.
"Uhhh!!" she moaned miserably.
Juan dropped his weight down on her, pinning his cock between their sweaty bodies, moving his hips, making it slide up against her squishy cunt
"I want to hear you beg," he told her, grinding his bloated scrotum against the mouth of her vagina. "Beg me for it, beg me, baby."
The heat of the room, the heat of the passion in her veins were the same; she could not separate them. She was melting.
"Give it to me!" she gasped, throwing her leg up higher on his back, making her cunt blubber over his balls. "God, please do it to me!!"
"I am not God," he said, leaning his head down, taking her fiery nipple between his teeth and biting down hard.
"UHHH!!" she whined, thrashing fitfully under him.
"I am Juan, baby," he went on, licking maddening circles around her nipple as he lasciviously hunched against her, his cock slogging over the sweat soaked hummock of her pussy and stabbing into her belly. "You must ask me to do it to you, not God."
"Juan!! Juan, please!!" she howled, her hands massaging his chest, his shoulders.
"Please what?" he said, pushing up, leering down at her beautiful cunt, so sticky, so pink, so ready for a fuck.
"Screw me!!" she shrieked. "Fuck me with that big cock!! Do it quick!! Quick or I'll go crazy!! I need it I need it so bad!!" She punctuated her pleadings by dragging her fingernails across the front of his arms. She did not scratch him deeply or with any intent to do harm, but the sweat running into the scratches stung like the dickens.
"Jeez!" he croaked, wincing, lunging. The head of his cock jammed between her parted labia. jammed right into the mouth of her cunt The head was so broad that it caught the edge of her flaps and took them inside the channel with it.
Lana screamed. It felt like he was trying to drive a telephone pole up her. It felt like he was turning her outside in. But even if she'd wanted to make him stop, there was no way on earth she could've done it For one thing, he had his foot in the door, so to speak, and once he'd felt the marvelous, seething, slithery delight of the inside of her cunt, nothing save grim death could've made him stop. For another, as much as it stung, as much as it hurt to be so brutally stretched, her pussy was rippling, sucking at the monstrous bulb, trying to draw it in deeper.
The jockey drew back just far enough to allow her labia to pop back out, then he lunged with all his might, driving into her so hard that the two of them scooted a good three feet across the slick seat.
Lana's cunt opened up to the brutal thrust, sheathing fully half of his massive cock. The girl writhed and squirmed like a night-crawler on a hook, sure that he was going to kill her when he drove the rest of his penis home.
"Oh! OH!!" she gasped, her eyes bulging as he leaned into her, as he poured more throbbing meat into her belly. It hurt! It hurt awfully! And it just kept right on coming, stabbing into her.
Juan was in heaven. The girl he was fucking was tight as a Swiss watch. He could feel the tight folds of her channel giving way, being ironed out by the girth of his thick cock. He was breaking her. Too soon to suit him, he had all of his cock in her, his balls digging into her wet buns, her pussy wrapped snugly about his root. He threw his weight into her, twisting his hips, making his cock turn back and forth inside her.
Lana went totally limp. The upper surface of his penis was sawing over the hard bud of her clitoris, sparks of joy were dancing between her legs. She could barely breathe for the heat.
He suddenly jerked his cock halfway out of her pussy. It came away from the depths of her belly with a sloppy, sucking sound. He groaned his pleasure at the friction of slick cuntal walls against his stony cock.
She moaned, too. His cock rasped against her clit as if to ar id it off and the sparks showered over her loins.
"Unnnf!!" he grunted, stabbing his cock back in.
"OH!!" she cried, her knees lifting up, her belly trembling as the great log spitted her to the hairs. What startled her even more than the brutal impact of their slippery groins, was the sudden ease with which his cock went back in. It was as if, in the heat of the room, in the heat of her lust, her cunt had begun to stretch like taffy.
Juan reared back again, further this time, until the fat rim of his cock showed in the sputtering grip of her cunt lips, then slammed back into her.
She squealed, her hips squirming on the wet tile, her pussy squirming about the deeply embedded cock. His hands were on her thighs, pushing at her, forcing her to lift her legs higher, forcing her to slip her knees over his shoulders.
"Yesssssss!" he hissed, throwing himself down upon her, folding her knees down into her tits.
Lana's eyelids began to flutter, her hands began to twitch. He had folded her up and in so doing, had folded her cunt up, made it compress like the squeeze box of an accordion. His cock was going so deep in her now that she could almost taste it in her mouth.
Growling like an enraged beast, Juan started fucking her in earnest, hunching his big cock into her, making her pussy jibber and fart.
Peering down over her tummy, she could see it, a glistening, vein-marbled spear, arching up into her. It was so big that it made her stomach rise each time it slipped in and made it fall each time it retreated. The flaring rim of the head caught on her inner folds, tugging at her very guts, creating a kind of crazy vibration, a rapid succession of violent bumps as rim slipped from fold to fold. That vibration was like the single shout that starts an ungodly avalanche.
The jockey was way too excited to care about her pleasure any more. All that mattered to him was getting over. He fucked her like a demon, hurling his weight against the back of her thighs, plowing madly through her wet and sticky furrow.
Then, in mid-thrust, he let out a hoarse moan and stiffened. Lana knew what that meant. His whole cock was quivering within her, spasming from root to tip. He was ready to cum. Frantically, she tried to get him moving again, to make him resume the furious, inciteful fucking that would drive her over the brink as well.
Juan paid her no mind. His eyes were rolled up in his head so only the whites showed. His cock was slowly sinking deeper into her, deeper and deeper until the snout of it rammed up against something solid deep in her pussy.
"OH!" she cried ... and with GOOD reason. With the slot pressed tight to the back of her womb, there was no place for his semen to go. His entire rod seemed to swell within it, to press out against the walls of her cunt in all directions at once. She had a sudden, crazy thought that his cock was going to literally explode within her, to pop like an overstuffed sausage.
His cock popped, all right, but in a much more conventional way.
Juan wheezed and pulled back a fraction of an inch. Cum burst from the end of his cock in a molten river, washing the back of her cunt.
Lana cried out again, trying to squirm, to evade the sluggish torrent. There was no way. Jet after jet of his thick semen belched into her pussy, filling it to overflowing with boiling goo. Her belly ached from it.
And then, panting, puffing, the jockey resumed his fucking, using her trembling pussy to tease the final flickers of pleasure from his orgasm. His pistoning cock forced the cum he'd shot into her back out. The hot semen shot from her distended cunt mouth as his cock slid home, pouring down over her wet buttocks, down into her tight asscrack, over the fluttering ring of her anus.
It was the feel of his hot seed gushing out of her, over her, as much as it was the pressure of his cock against her clit that put her over that last time. There was no question of fucking him back because of the contorted position he held her in. She groaned under him, under the onslaught of his thrusting cock, as the bottom dropped out of the world, as she tumbled through the abyss.
Whether it was the effect of the heat, the relaxing effect, or the effect of the multiple orgasms, Lana had one hell of a climax. Her pussy sucked and squeezed at his still-spurting penis, gripping the slick head in its hot buttered fist, trying to crack it like a walnut. And Lana fell so deep, so far that she was sure she'd never come back up. She felt like she was drowning, and, in a way, she was. She was drowning, suffocating with pleasure. Like the blonde of Juan's story, at the absolute peak of her joy, she passed out cold.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Lana awoke, some time later, it was in the steam room's dressing area. She was relieved to discover that unlike the blonde, she was not and had not been set upon by a bunch of horny jockeys while she'd been unconscious. The idea of being sexually abused while she was knocked out had no appeal to her whatsoever. Juan was already getting his clothes back on, still leering at her bare pussy as he did so.
"It was good, huh?" he asked, moving closer to where she lay on the wooden bench.
She made no attempt to close her splayed thighs as he approached. What was the point of modesty after what she'd allowed him to do?
He put his fingertips to the apex of her wet slit, gently massaging the soft flesh.
"I told you it would be good," he said.
She could only moan softly. His fingers were stirring up her juices and more. The heat was building up in her cunt again, billowing up over the top of her mound, licking at her smooth belly.
"It's always going to be good," he promised her, slipping a finger down into the gooey morass of her pussy, flicking her clit with it.
Lana's whole body jerked, her hips ticking reflexively as the surge of pleasure shot through her loins. In that instant, she hated him, hated him more than she thought she could ever hate anyone. She hated him for the power he had over her, for what he could make her do, for what he told her about herself. She was so weak! She put on a hard front, like she was self contained, together, but inside she was so weak, so pathetic. She turned her head to the side so she wouldn't have to look at him, so he wouldn't be able to see the gamut of emotions flickering over her face as he twiddled with her clitoris, as he made the fire dance between her legs.
"As long as you play ball with me like this," he went on, oblivious to her smoldering anger, "you're going to get all the rides you want. I'm going to make you a top jockey, baby. I'm going to fix it so you make it."
If she'd had a gun, she would've shot him then. She would've jammed the muzzle against his chin and pulled the trigger. He was the next to the most despicable thing on earth. She reserved the top rating for herself.
"You're actually getting the best of the deal," he said, removing his finger and sniffing at its wet tip. "You're getting what you want, the mounts, and you're getting the benefit of my fine loving. You're one lucky broad."
Lana shuddered. She hated him and she hated herself, but she couldn't deny that even his slightest touch had the power to excite her. Her cunt was all squishy again, glowing like a little bake oven between her legs. She was horribly confused. She wanted him to stop putting on his shirt, to put his big cock back in her, to finish the job he'd started. She also wanted him to leave her alone, to walk out of her life forever.
Juan, typically, did neither. He walked out of the steam room, but not before bending down and planting a hot, open mouthed kiss right on the entrance to her much-fucked cunt. He walked out, but not forever.
In the days that followed, he kept coming back to her, offering her rides that the other jockeys mysteriously refused to take. After each ride, he used her, took her someplace on the track grounds and fucked her. Each time, he treated her a bit more callously, made her grovel a bit more for her pleasure.
Lana was getting what she wanted, of that there could be no doubt. She was getting mounts, getting out in front of the stable and track owners. She was doing her part, too. She was winning consistently. Unfortunately, the string of horses Juan was procuring for her were all too good. They were walk away favorites. She had no real chance to show her racing savy. At times, she wondered if he wasn't doing it on purpose, if he wasn't stretching out the time of her servitude so he could keep on using her. He wasn't breaking his promise to keep her in mounts, but he wasn't exactly keeping it, either.
She was getting what at least part of her wanted sex-wise, too. Juan was satisfying her as she'd never dreamed she could be satisfied. And as time went on, his power over her seemed to get stronger. All he had to do was look at her with his smoldering latin eyes and she would come unglued, her breathing would become ragged, her pussy would start to swell up, to leak slick lubricant. He knew what he could do to her, too. Sometimes, just for meaness, he would give her those hot looks, even touch her between the legs, then walk away, leaving her to deal with her unwanted arousal by herself.
Those were the times when she couldn't stand herself the most. She felt like some kind of animal in heat, something low and depraved.
* * *
Lana was busy laying down fresh straw in an empty stall, spreading it out with a pitchfork one morning, when the stall door opened and the swarthy jockey looked in at her.
' Hey, there, he said, grinning at her.
She fought down the instantaneous surge of excitement she got upon seeing him. He was a pig, she told herself, scraping the fork's tines across the concrete savagely.
He stepped into the stall and shut the door behind him.
"Don't you say hello anymore?" he asked.
Lana turned her back to him. Her heart was pounding horribly in her chest. She knew that by defying him she was only asking for more brutal treatment, but she couldn't help herself.
Juan reached out and grabbed her by the shoulder, spinning her around. He jerked her up against him, mashing her breasts against his chest, then pulled her mouth down onto his.
Lana whimpered as he thrust his thick tongue into her mouth. It tasted of woman. Of another woman. He loved doing that to her. He'd go out and stick his face into some strange woman's crotch, then come back to her and force her to taste it, too. He swirled his tongue all over the inside of her mouth, making sure that she got the full effect of the musky, pungent flavor, then he pulled back.
"That's how we say hello," he said, his eyes twinkling.
Lana still held the pitch fork in her hand. With a quick move, she could've jabbed it through the toe of his boot, skewered his foot to the floor.
But he could read her mind.
"Let's get this out of the way," he said, wrenching the fork from her grip and tossing it over against the wall.
She felt her eyes starting to brim with tears. Once again she was helpless.
"I've got a great horse -lined up for you later," he said. "This one could really be the one."
She gave him a doubtful look.
"I mean it, baby," he went on, his hands casually slipping up to cup her breasts, his fingers pinching at her already stiff and aching nipples. "This one is a long shot with real potential. If you pull this one off, you could be right where you want to be. You could be getting your pick of the mounts."
His fingers were making flickers of delight ripple down over her tummy, straight down between her thighs. It was happening to her. Her breathing was getting shallow, her pussy was heating up. She wanted to twist away from his salacious touch but she could not. , "Why don't you get down on your hands and knees?" he whispered huskily. "Like a nice horsy-girl. Get down on your hands and knees and pull down your pants."
She slipped to the floor without a word of protest. She wanted it. She wanted it so bad that it was like a fever in her blood. She wanted to fill the vast emptiness in her belly, to feel herself jerking, squirming about his orgasming cock.
Gasping for air, she dropped to her knees. She undid the waistband of her jeans and quickly rolled her pants down over her round buttocks, rolled them down until they touched the floor.
Juan stared at the perfect moons of her ass through the lacey seat of her baby blue bikini panties. He licked his lips and unbuckled his belt.
Keeping her back to him, Lana rolled down her panties. She presented her bare backside to him, offering him the hair tufted mound of her pussy like a mare in heat. He was degrading her, humiliating her, but she really didn't care. She wanted him on her back, wanted him shoving his huge cock into her, making her love it.
The jockey got an unnatural kick out of seeing her in such a subservient position. As he pulled his pants down, his erect cock flipped up and out, arching in a lewd curve from his pubic hairs.
"Go on, show it to me," he said, leering at her.
Lana knew the ritual by heart. She reached back and fitted her fingertips to the cheeks of her curvaceous ass, spreading them wide apart. She showed him the tiny winking ring of her anus and her already swollen pussy. The outward pressure of her fingers made the lips of her cunt smooch apart tantalizingly, offering him easy access to her slick ass passage.
Juan's cock began to jerk and heave, the head thumping mindlessly against his shirtfront.
"I got something SPECIAL to show you," he said, reaching into his shirt pocket. He pulled out a small chrome thing about the size of a quarter.
Lana blinked at him and it.
"Know what this is?" he said, leaning down and holding the thing in front of her face.
She gave him a startled look.
"That's right, baby," he said, "it's a buzzer. The kind jockeys used to use to give their horses that extra something. We'd wind one of these little numbers up and slip it under the saddle right before the race. All you have to do is push on it and it goes off." He demonstrated by pinching the tiny machine between his fingers. It made a high pitched whirring sound. "I'm NOT going to use it on a horse, though."
She moaned. She knew on who he was going to use it.
"Just relax," he said, putting his hand to her ass. He slipped his fingers into her crack and started playing with the taut tight ring of her anus, poking at it with a fingertip.
More and more, to her horror and disgust, he had become fascinated by her rectum. He pushed his finger into her sphincter harder. She tried to hold him out, but she could not. With a lewd, corkscrewing motion, he twisted his finger up her ass.
"Uhhh!!" she whined, burying her face in the sweet smelling straw as he impaled her. It wasn't the first time he'd done it to her. He had, of late, seemed to get an extra special thrill out of fingering her anus just as she began to orgasm. It wasn't the first time, but it still hurt like hell. It burned something fierce.
And he didn't seem to realize the difference between a cunt and an anus, either. He treated the both of them the same, even though the former could stand a much rougher touch than the latter.
"You love it, don't you?" he said, working his finger ruthlessly through the rubbery grip of her rectum, watching with pleasure glazed eyes as his finger pushed in and out of her dainty hole. The wrinkly ring seemed to suck at his digit, and as he pulled it back, the friction against it caused her anus to pucker obscenely out from between her buttocks.
Lana did not love it.
"You'll love this better," he told her. He fitted a second finger beside the first and crammed the two of them side by side up her tight rectal passage.
The girl bleated in pain, clutching up handfuls of straw, squirming fitfully in a vain attempt to escape the unwanted invasion.
Juan started moving both fingers in and out, fucking them up into her ass as fast as he could. He was no longer paying attention to the effect his fingers were having on her pore, the way they were stretching it all out of shape, but, instead, he was staring at her cunt.
Her pussy was reacting to the cruel anal ravishment as if it were getting the benefit of all that pistoning meat. The lips of her vagina were all peeled back, hanging down from her fork like the flaps of a little pink tent. He could see the round aperture that was the entrance to her channel. He could see the droplets of fragrant moisture forming there, glistening there, clinging to the sparse hairs.
Lana was far too miserable to notice what her pussy was doing. The hard, calloused fingers plunging into her bowels were driving her crazy. It felt like they were about to split her crotch in two. She sobbed and thrashed on the concrete, praying that he would stop, praying that he would tire of his nasty little sex game.
He did not. The jockey groped around the tops of her thighs, down between her legs, slipping his fingers through the soft curly hairs atop her mound. He held her hummock in the palm of his hand, letting his fingers slide down over the hot, sticky petals.
Lana shivered. There was something cold, hard being pressed against her pussy. Something that did not belong.
Juan squeezed her cunt hard. The pressure of the squeeze set off the buzzer he held in his hand.
All hell broke loose between Lana's luscious legs. It was like she'd been touched by a live wire down there. The powerful, tingling vibration of the buzzer shot straight to her clitoris, and there was an explosion, an explosion of erotic delight.
"OHHH!!" she cried, unable to keep her hips from tossing back, unable to keep her anus from clamping down on his rudely insinuating fingers.
"All right!" he croaked, squeezing her cunt again, making the buzzer buzz.
She buried her face in the straw. The vibration of the buzzer was so powerful that it shook the flesh of her thighs. And the aftershock arching up her spine was so powerful that it practically unhinged her mind.
"Go, baby, go!!" he panted, his face contorted with perverse glee as he watched her fuck into his thick fingers, as he watched her ram the tight, rubbery sheath of her rectum down over them.
She had no choice but to "go." The buzzer was setting off boom after boom in her cunt and her body was reacting with a will of its own, responding to the pleasure without a thought to the pain. She madly hunched on the floor, groveling, whimpering, doing everything the jockey told her to do. He loved to see her humiliated, loved to see her totally under his power. He was living out his most depraved fantasies with her.
Lana did not exactly cum, but she came so close she could taste it. And her pussy came completely unglued. Hot, sticky juice poured over his fingers and the entrance to her vagina opened and closed, fluttering warm, heartfelt invitation to him.
He did not take her up on it, though. He continued to force his fingers through her widely stretched anal sphincter, fucking into her until he could actually fit a third finger in beside the others.
It hurt when he did that, but nearly so much as when he started. Lana could feet his hand pushing against her ass, his tripled fingers diving into her, but the horrible burning pain was gone.
Finally, he stopped. He was gasping like a fish out of water, his face horribly flushed with excitement.
"You love it up your ass, don't you?" he wheezed.
Lana could only whine as he gave his fingers a savage twist.
"I'm going to give you a real treat, baby," he said, jerking his fingers out of her pore and swinging in behind her. The underside of his hugely thick cock slid up into her parted asscrack, rasping over her abused anus. "I'm going to fuck your tight asshole."
When he locked his forearm about her waist, when he bent the head of his cock down and fitted it to her slippery mouth of her pussy, she thought that he was going to really fuck the bejabbers out of her cunt. He did lunge into her, sheathing his penis to the root on the first try. She let out a hoarse cry of passion as he filled her cunt from wall to wall with his raging prick meat. Then he pulled back, way back, and his cockhead slipped out of the grip of her pussy.
"Oh!!" she moaned, groping in under her cunt, trying to take hold of his penis and guide it back into her.
Juan was already guiding it, though. He jabbed the tip of his shining bulb into her slack anal ring.
"OH!!" she cried, stiffening as she realized what he intended on doing to her. She clamped her buttocks as tightly together as she could, trying desperately to keep his monstrous cock from spearing her ass.
Juan laughed at her. He actually laughed.
"God! God, no!! Stop!!!" she shrieked as he applied more pressure, as he drove his weight against her, as the hotly stretched ring of her anus opened to accept the wet tip of his cock.
"It's going to be good," he wheezed, rolling his hips, making the end of his cock rotate in the tight grip of her pore. "It's going to be so good."
She didn't care what he said. The awful, ripping pain between her buttocks told her that if it was going to be good, it was only going to be good for him. She tried to pull away, to creep forward, but his forearm across her hipbones kept her from escaping. Actually, her frantic writhing only served to worsen her position. It made her anus swivel about his cockhead, made it yawn wider.
"It's so tight!" he croaked, lunging into her.
Lana nearly fainted at the pain. It felt like he was trying to ram a tree trunk, a great shaggy tree trunk up her ass ... and he was succeeding!! The whole, huge bulb popped through her tortured sphincter, bursting into the rubbery channel of her rectum, filling it with throbbing manmeat.
"Oh, man! Man!!" he gasped, reveling in the heat of her bowels, in the impossibly snug fit of her passage about his cock.
The hurt was so awesome that it paralyzed her. The girth of the knob that spitted her was at least double that of the cluster of fingers that had previously penetrated her ass. She didn't have to worry about her ass splitting, either; she could feel it happening, feel herself ripping to accommodate the pulsing erection.
Juan took advantage of her shock to push another inch or so of his cock up her ass. It wasn't easy by any means. Even though his cock was wet with her cunt juices, even though her pore had been stretched, he had to fight for every millimeter. It wasn't just that she was fighting him, either; at this point she wasn't. His cock was just too dad-blamed big and her ass was too fucking small. The friction between cockshaft and asswall was unbelievable. It felt like the walls of her ass were skinning his cock alive. It was worth it to him, though, worth it a million times over. The look on his face was one of pure ga-ga as he watched his big brown cock disappear into the horribly distorted pink ring. A vein visibly throbbed at his temple, pulsing in time to the rapid pounding of his heart.
By the time Lana came out of her initial shock, it was too late to do anything to stop him. He had his cock up her pass past the flaring rim and no amount of grunting, straining on her part could push it back out. Not that that stopped her from trying. She thrashed and flailed, screeching like a pig on a lance. All her wild motion succeeded in doing was further impaling her on the thick rigid penis. Her side to side squirming served to wedge the cock deeper, to make her tortured hole squeak down over his shaft.
"You want more, huh?" he said, thickly.
Lana shook her head violently from side to side. "No!! Please, stop!! Stop, you're killing me!!!"
"I'll give you more," he said, flipping his hips. "OWWWM!" she bawled as his cock stabbed deeper, as the much thicker lower half of it plowed into her pore, as the throbbing bulb I jabbed into her very guts.
Juan made a gurgling sound. The fit was so f tight that it was actually cutting off the flow of blood to the end of his cock. He could see the veins of his penis, those outside her ass, standing out in high relief on his shaft, so swollen and I bloated that it looked like they'd burst at any I moment. .
Lana could feel that awful throbbing in her I belly, feel the thing up her ass swelling, shrinking, I swelling, shrinking against the ravaged walls.
"More?" he said. "You want more?"
"IMooooo!!!" she warbled, her head hanging down so low that her forehead touched the floor. "I can't take it!! I can't take any more!! For God's sake, take it out!!!"
"All right," he said. "If that's the way you j want it."
"YEEEEE!!!" she screamed as he lunged again, as more cock poured up her ass. In the midst of her agony, her confusion, she tried to tell herself that she had to relax, to let it happen, that it was too late to stop it, that the only thing she could do now was to minimize her pain. It was much easier said than done. Her entire body was rebelling at the feel of all that hotly invading cock. Her arms and legs were quivering, her I stomach muscles rolling, rippling, trying to expel it. All the spasming did was increase his pleasure.
Each time her belly tightened, it caused her anus to tighten as well. Each time her anus tightened, the jockey let out a delirious moan of ecstasy. Her ass was milking his cock, squeezing it with a fierce grip, a grip like no pussy on earth possessed.
Finally, Juan locked both arms about her waist and pulled her ass towards him, forcing her rectum to accept the last impossibly thick inches of his cock.
She wept, she pleaded, but he wouldn't listen, he didn't care. She found herself totally spitted on his cock, his crisp pubic hairs rasping against her ruined pore, his heavy balls nuzzling into the open mouth of her pussy.
He let go of her then, reaching in under her armpits to scoop up her pert full breasts in both hands. He tweaked her stiff nipples hard, pulling them far from the sleek, supple cones.
Flurries of pleasure burst over her tits, rushed to her cunt. She couldn't take it. She couldn't stand the thought of horrible pain and marvelous pleasure mixed. She fought frantically to get away, throwing herself forward. He wasn't holding her any longer, but, as she instantly discovered, his cock was. It was crammed so deep into her asshole that she couldn't budge it. She let out a piercing shriek and collapsed in a quivering heap in front of him.
The jockey put his hands flat against the cheeks of her ass and pushed, whimpering as his cock slowly pulled back through the narrow channel. For a second, all that was moving was the rigid inner bone of his cock. The outer sheath was so firmly wedged in her ass that it remained still. He had to really push hard to break the friction seal. When he did, the lovely girl under him shuddered violently.
"I told you it was going to be good," he said, gritting his teeth as he drew his cock back, then thrust, burying it back in her glazing ass.
Lana jerked like a puppet as his groin slammed into her behind, as his balls slapped her wet cunt. And when he pulled back a second time, it was so much easier than the first that it stunned her. He had totally ruined her ass and now he was plundering it, taking his pleasure from it. She sobbed brokenly into the straw.
"Oh, baby! Baby!" he cried, working his hips into a slow, even stroke, making his whole cock slip in and out of her rectum, his fingers plucking savagely at her tender breasts.
She could not fight the tremors of pleasure his fingers brought her, any more than she could fight the ruthless impalement she was suffering. As the huge cock fucked in and out, sawing through the torn aperture, waves of delight burst over her captive nipples, rushing straight to her seething cunt. She didn't want it to happen. She would've much rather been allowed to suffer through the anal ravishment; that way at least, Juan would not have been able to get so much joy from it, would not have been able to once again prove his power over her. It was not meant to be that way, though.
"Jeeez!" the jockey howled, his hips moving faster, pushing his cock through the rapidly stretching hole. The more he fucked her ass, the looser it seemed to get, until he was going after it full bore. His ass hunched in a blur and his cock, likewise, was a darting, flicking piston driving between her trembling buttcheeks.
To Lana's shock, the pain began to subside. When it was gone, there was only the pressure, the sensation of being fucked, the feel of all that hot meat slogging in and out of her body. The steady, maddening tap of his balls against her pussy was enough to stimulate her clit, but not nearly enough to get her off. She was being fucked and she was starting to enjoy it, but she was still miles away from cumming.
Juan was only inches away from cumming. The tight feel, the lewd sight, the lewder odor coming off of her ravished ass was driving him right up the wall. He was determined to make her cum first, though, to show her that he could make her orgasm even while he was SODOMIZING her. And he had an ace up his sleeve.
She didn't notice that his right hand had slipped from her breast; she was much too busy pushing back into his brutal thrusts, driving his cock up her ass, trying to make his balls rub into her cunt harder, to make them slip up inside the wet chasm, to make them touch her clit and set off the fireworks that were vainly sputtering.
He once again cupped her pussy in his palm, reaching down around her hip and between her legs. As he dragged his cock back through the fluttering grip of her anus, he squeezed her cunt hard. The buzzer in his hand went off.
Lana shrieked as the meat of her pussy commenced to vibrate wildly, as the madly flapping lips caressed her hard clitoris. She arched her back as the joy burst over her loins ... and every muscle in her body contracted.
"Yessss! Yessss!!!" he hissed. Her anus clasped hotly at his retreating cock, tugging viciously at his bulb. His hand squeezed again, harder, forcing the buzzer to slide between her parted cunt folds, forcing it to come into direct contact with her clit
"YEEEEEEE!!!" Lana cried, shaking her head, hurling herself back upon the ominously throbbing cock. She was cumming! The crazy vibrations of the buzzer detonated her orgasm. Lights flashed off and on between her ears, blinding lights, search lights, and she commenced fucking his cock like a madwoman, wrenching her whole body forward and back, driving the cruel cock in and out of her ass.
"Oh!! Ohh!!!" the jockey groaned, hanging on for dear life as the lovely girl jammed her asscheeks into his hips, his belly, as she forced her rectum to shove back and forth over his cock. Not only was she going at it like a demoness, but her pore was flexing madly about his cock as it slipped up and down it, squeezing it so hard that it brought tears to his eyes.
Under that kind of pressure, Juan lasted, at most, half a minute. He let out a low growl and threw himself over her back, hunching maniacally into her hard driving buns as his cock began to spit threads of sizzling semen.
"YEEEEE!!!" she cried as the boiling stuff jetted into her rectum. It felt like molten lava! Each time her anus flexed, it squeezed another spurt of cum from his cock ... and brought another cry of ecstasy bubbling from her lips.
Juan couldn't believe what her ass was doing to his cock. It felt like it was sucking on it, like it was trying to suck the cum right up the length of his cock, to suck it up from his balls like vanilla malted through a straw. As his spurting continued, her spasms grew even more powerful, so that the jockey was afraid her ass would suck his balls right up his cock, too.
He had nothing to worry about, though. The suction slacked off after he'd shot a good half cup of semen up her ass. Things got real squishy, then, and even though both of them had finished their respective orgasms, they continued to ass fuck. He kept on screwing into her butt until his semen was all pushed out, until it hung in long, yo-yoing strands from the sticky summit of her mound, until it dripped down the insides of her thighs, pooling in her rumpled clothing.
Finally, his erection gave out. His cock buckled in the middle as he tried to push it back into her ass. Instead of going in, it was pushed out by one of her contractions. Lana moaned and collapsed face down on the straw. Juan dropped on top of her, exhausted.
The two of them lay there for a long time, panting. Then Juan rolled off of her and began to stroke her curvaceous bare bottom, peering down at the havoc he had wrought on her poor anus.
"God, that was good!" he groaned. "It was good for you, too, wasn't it?
Lana made a moaning sound that could've passed for either yes or no.
"After your next race, we could do it again," he said, fingering between her buttocks, rubbing around the torn sphincter. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Lana just groaned.
CHAPTER SIX
Lana had no intention of ever submitting to Juan again. As she slipped into her riding silks, she told herself that over and over again, repeating it like a hypnotic chant. She was going to win this race, win it big, win it smart and she was going to be able to spit in the swarthy bastard's face after it was over.
The degradation of the anal rape was the last straw as far as she was concerned. He had proved that he could manipulate her like a puppet, make her think pain was pleasure, and she was determined never to allow anyone to have THAT much power over her ever again.
She checked out her appearance in the ladies' room mirror. Despite all the mistreatment she'd suffered at Juan's hands, she didn't look any the worse for wear. There was an appealing blush to her cheeks, a softness in her eyes. There was also she noted as she left the washroom, a horrendous pain in her ass.
She walked over to the track's tack room to get her saddle and other gear. As she was collecting her stuff, a big, fat man entered the room. He was about fifty years old, his hair was shot with gray and his nose was shot with lots of little red veins. He was Mr. Beamish, the owner of the horse she was scheduled to ride.
"How's it going?" he said, rocking back and forth on his heels. He was wearing a loud, orange, yellow and blue plaid sport jacket, cream colored slacks and a rumpled white shirt and wide blue tie.
"Just fine," she said, smiling at him. "I'm going to win."
He pushed his snap brim hat back on his head. "I hope to hell you do," he said, shuffling over to a saw horse and leaning one massive buttock up against it. "I was counting on Chuck Beck for a jockey. I NEED this win. I can't afford to lose. It's my ass if I do."
"Don't worry," she said. "I need the win, too."
"I'm not worried," he said. "I've been watching you. If I thought I had to worry about how you were going to ride, I wouldn't let you get up on Trianon. He is my whole stable, my money in the bank."
"A fine horse," she said.
"I hope to God that nobody else finds that out before post time. I want to keep those odds as long as possible. I've got everything riding on this one, girl, the farm, everything. If you go down the tubes, I go down the tubes."
"Like I said, like you said, I can handle it," she told him.
He nodded, rubbing his rubbery face with both hands. He left red marks on his flabby cheeks.
"Yeah, yeah," he said. "But there's one thing you should know about old Trianon. You've never been up on him and you should know that he's got a little quirk."
"What's that?"
"He's a biter."
Lana frowned. '"Oh, it isn't that bad," Mr. Beamish assured her. "You just have to keep a tight rein on him. Watch his head, make sure that he's straight ahead, under control."
"How tight a rein?"
He smirked. "Old Trianon is MIGHTY quick, I'll give him that. If you give him any slack and he's of a mind, he can nip you before you know it. It's not you that I'm worried about, though."
"How's that?"
"I'm worried about the other horses. He'd much rather take a chunk out of them than you. I'm afraid he'll get himself disqualified."
"I'll watch him," she promised, lugging her gear out the door. She wasn't particularly worried about Trianon's bad habit. If he was as fast on the bite as his owner said, the chances of another jockey noticing, let alone the field judges, was slim.
She carried her stuff over to the warm-up room and had a good look at her mount. He was a big animal, a heavily muscled black, with a distinctly crazy cast to his yellow eyes. She climbed into the stall with him and got to know him, making friends with him, then rubbing him down with her bare hand.
"You aren't such a mean one, are you?" she said, walking around to his right side.
Just like clockwork, like he'd been waiting for her to utter those very words, the horse snapped its head to the side. His head was back, his eyes looking straight ahead, before she felt the pain.
"Oww! You bastard!" she cried, grabbing hold of her shoulder. He hadn't nipped her hard enough to break the skin, but it'd been plenty hard enough to bruise her. His dull, flat teeth numbed her muscle, making her whole arm ache.
Lana backed off from the animal, then approached him again from the opposite side. She stroked his flanks, calming him down. He showed nO interest in biting her again.
About this time, the stable hand came over to help her put on the saddle. The kid slipped in under the stall railing and stepped up to the horse's right side. He picked the saddle pad up from the straw and tossed it over Trianon's broad back.
The great black head turned in a blur, then darted back.
"Yow!!" the stable hand cried, jumping back, clutching his wounded hand to his chest. "That SONOFABITCH bit me!"
Lana nodded sympathetically. "Yeah, he did that to me, too."
"Crazy ass piece of shit!" he snarled, rubbing his injured part.
"I'm not so sure of that," Lana said.
"Huh?"
"When I came up on him from the right, he bit me, too," she said. "But when I stood on the left, he left me alone."
"Whoopee," the kid said without force.
"Come over here," she told him.
"You are CRAZY," he blurted.
"If you aren't man enough for the job," she told him in her haughtiest tone, "I'll get another guy to help."
The kid frowned. "Sure I'm man enough," he said. "I just don't like getting myself all chewed up, that's all."
"You won't get chewed up, if I'm right," she assured him. "Come over on this side and put on the blanket."
The stable hand did as she asked and, to his delight, the horse didn't bite.
"OK, watch this," she said, moving around to Trianon's right.
As soon as she neared the horse's chest, he snapped his head around. She was ready for him, though, and jumped back out of the way of the teeth.
"Wow! How'd you know that he'd try and bite you?" the kid asked.
"I've seen a horse do that before," she said. "When I was younger and worked in a riding stable, I had to take care of an Arabian with the same quirk. The vet said it has to do with poor vision on the right side. Something like that."
"Get the fucker glasses," the kid snorted, examining his bruised hand.
Twenty minutes later, Lana and Trianon were being led out to the starting gate. It was then that she saw what kind of odds were posted against her winning. She was a 28 to 1 shot! Suddenly, she knew one reason Mr. Beamish had neglected to mention when he was telling her why he'd decided to let her ride. Since she was a woman, the odds makers were sure to jack the odds up against her. Instead of feeling any kind of bitterness towards Beamish, she felt a kind of admiration. He was a smart cookie, all right. And he was willing to take a risk. He was betting that the track was wrong about his horse ... and betting that they were wrong about her, too.
The gate to Lana's right was empty right up until a minute before the starting bell. At that point, a pair of harried stable hands led a dappled black and white out and into the gate. The rider grinned at her and saluted with his crop. Even under the goggles and helmet, she recognized the Cuban.
"Up yours," she said, smiling back. She wasn't going to be outfoxed at the finish line a second time. Her strategy was simple: get out in front and stay out in front. Her horse was big enough and fast enough to lead the pack the whole race.
As the warning lights flashed, she concentrated on the cadence. The bell sounded and she jumped the gate, jabbing her spurs in too quick. Trianon rushed at the gate, then faltered. She had to give him a second prodding after the gate was up.
The sight of all the bounding rumps in front of her told her that she'd blown it. Her strategy was down the toilet. She was playing catch up ball. She could almost hear the odds makers chuckling as she struggled at the tail end of the pack.
Luckily for her, the horses strung themselves out almost immediately. If she'd had to go wide around all of them, she'd never have had a chance.
"Go! Go!" she shouted, giving the horse some whip. She wasn't afraid of burning him out ... or rather, she was more afraid of coming in dead last.
Slowly at first, then faster, Trianon began to pass the leading horses. At the halfway mark, he was in fifth place. At the final turn, he was third. The Cuban was second.
Having learned the way he played, Lana went around him wider than the rest, but still not wide enough. As she came abreast of him, he swung his horse into her and his whip, hidden from the stands by her body, cracked into her wrist.
"Go, go Trianon," she cried, giving the horse a savage spurring.
The big black shot ahead of the Cuban, then crept up on the lead horse, passing him as the finish line loomed up on them.
Lana knew that this was the critical moment. She didn't really think the Cuban would be stupid enough to try the same trick twice, but he was. With the finish line less than fifty yards away, he began to make his move on her, coming up fast on the outside. She could have swung her horse over to block his path, but she didn't. The Cuban, thinking he had it made again, came on like gangbusters on Trianon's right.
He came up real close and he was using his whip furiously ... not just on his horse, either.
The whip smashed into her leg, her right arm. He was grinning at her, laughing at her. She took the punishment he had to give, waiting until the last possible second, until he came up neck and neck, until he started to pull slightly ahead. Then she gave Trianon slack rein.
The black head jerked to the side, then back.
Even over the thudding of hooves, Lana could hear the jockey's squeal of pain. He was so shocked that he faltered and his horse dropped a full stride back.
That was the way they finished the race.
Mr. Beamish was so excited in the winner's circle that he was jumping up and down. Lana was pretty excited, too. She knew that the Cuban wouldn't dare complain to the track authorities about the nip. To do that would open a whole can of worms.
"Sweetheart," Beamish said, "from now on you got your PICK of my horses. You did one hell of a job!"
He wasn't the only stable owner who thought so, either. Several others came up to her before she left the circle and told her that they were excited about her "prospects" and that they'd like for her to ride their horses.
Her dream had come true. She was going to have her pick of the thoroughbreds, steady mounts, and her name wasn't going to be at the bottom of the damned roster. She was so buoyed up by her success that she forgot for a moment what sort of sacrifices she'd had to make to get her big break.
Juan was right there to remind her.
"Hey, baby, you did good," he said, hooking the waistband of her breeches with his fingers and jerking her towards him. "Why don't we find ourselves a nice quiet place and pick up where we left off?"
She took hold of his hand and pulled it from her waistband. She did it with such authority that he didn't protest, he was too stunned.
"We aren't going anywhere together," she said.
"What?"
"You heard me, Juan. I don't ever want to see you again," she told him.
"Why you dirty little bitch!" he snarled. "You think you don't need me any more because you won one stinking race! You're ready to dump me after all I've done to help you! Dirty bitch!!"
She let him rant. Finally, he wore himself out. If there was ever a time to spit in someone's face, this was it. Lana couldn't bring herself to do it, though. For some reason, even after all she'd put up with from him, she couldn't bring herself to humiliate him the way he'd humiliated her.
"The reason I don't want to see you again," she said, "is because...."
"I'm short! That's it, isn't it?!!" he said. "I'm too short for you!"
"No, Juan," she said, "you're too sick."
"What?!"
"You've got too many head problems. I don't want to have to deal with them. I don't need that kind of trouble."
The truth ... and he recognized it at once ... knocked him for a loop.
"I do appreciate what you've done for me, but I think we're pretty even on that score. Now's the time to break it off, for good."
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He stood there, flatfooted, while she walked away.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It took Lana about three weeks to realize that she was miserable. She was doing the thing that she'd worked for, slaved for all her life; she was getting steady mounts; she was out of the stable and into the clubhouse; but she was miserable.
It wasn't so bad when she was getting ready for a race or during the race, but afterwards, when she had time to think, she was almost constantly depressed. She did her best to stay clear of Juan, but every time she saw him, despite her vow to keep away, she felt a horrible longing to be loved by him. Her depression was a million times worse after one of these chance encounters.
Finally, she sat herself down and tried to come to grips with what was bothering her. She had to admit some very difficult things to herself. First of all, she had to admit that Juan, as perverse as he was, had awakened in her needs, sexual needs, that she'd only been dimly aware of before. Her affair with the trainer, the married man, had been a puppy love thing, even though they'd had sex together. All during it, she'd never felt any kind of real hunger for sexual contact. She enjoyed it, but she didn't crave it so much that it kept her awake at night.
She told herself that it wasn't Juan she needed; that she was still yearning for him because she hadn't had the nerve to go after anyone else. The problem of nerve was very real. She was afraid, especially after the dominating effect the jockey had on her, of being swallowed up by a lover, of being under his thumb. She valued her freedom far too much to ever let that happen again. If she was going to enter into another sexual relationship, she had to be sure of her ground. She had to be the one in control at all times.
She realized that her desire to dominate a relationship would severely limit things. She couldn't go to the garden variety swinging singles bars and expect to find someone suitable. Clearly, she had to operate on her own turf, at the track where she was "somebody."
The answer was so simple when it finally dawned on her that she could've kicked herself for not thinking of it at once. The potential lovers with the most to gain and the most to lose at the track, those most likely to be under her thumb, were the apprentice jockeys, the low people on the totem pole. Any of them would be as eager as she was to get ahead, to climb up on the roster list; they'd be ready to do anything to do it, too.
Lana's problem at that point was that she had no pull among the regular jockeys. In order to get the apprentice jockeys to go along with her, she was going to have to be able to offer them something ... and to deliver it. It had always puzzled her how Juan had been able to get the regulars to drop out of races for her. After all, racing was their bread and butter, that's what they were paid to do.
She soon discovered that the money her peers got for riding horses was a pittance when compared to the amount they regularly won betting on horses. The whole favor system revolved around tips and betting. When a jockey had a "sure thing," he'd pass it on to a few of the other riders he owed favors to or wanted to collect favors from in the future. It should be added that there is definitely a "sure thing" in a horse race. The big money people manipulate the game so that every once in a while a "sleeper" gets slipped in to a field of middling to poor runners. The "sleeper" cleans up and the big money people get bigger. Occasionally, the jockeys will get wind of such a deal and they don't hesitate to grab a free ride.
Lana could've used her body to get favors from the other jockeys. She had enough propositions to keep her busy night and day for a year. But she wasn't interested in trading herself that way. It would once again put her in a subservient position and she wouldn't even consider it.
So, she had to wait, biding her time, until she caught on to a staged race of her own. Then, she applied grease in all the right places, securing favors from five of the top riders at the track. Once that was done, all she had to do was pick her first lover.
She went straight to the roster and got the last name on the list. It was "Jimmy Worthington." The rest of the deal was like stealing candy from a baby.
* * *
"What's happening?" Lana said, leaning over the stall railing, smiling at the rawboned, blonde-haired young man who was in the midst of shoveling up horse manure.
"I'm up to my knees in it," he said, shaking his head. He paused in his shoveling to lean back against the stall wall and take a deep breath.
Lana was glad that he was so good looking. He was about eighteen or nineteen, short but well proportioned, his legs only slightly bandy, his chest broad. His eyes were blue and he wore his hair in a short shag cut with a fringe of bangs across his forehead. His lack of size made him appear much younger than he was, maybe fourteen at most, and the round, cherubic shape of his face added to that impression.
"It's rough when you start out," she said, knowingly. She leaned her weight against the rail. forcing her braless breasts to push over the top of it, to jut out at the boy like they were on a plate. Her nipples stuck out against the fabric of her tube top, hard and pointy.
"I figured I was done with this kind of work when I came down here," Jimmy said. "Boy, was I dumb!"
As he spoke the last phrase, he caught a glimpse of her breasts. He did a double take, then looked away, making sure not to stare at her.
That tickled Lana. He was such a shy kid. The idea of seducing him seemed very wicked, very appealing.
"Have you had any mounts, yet?" she asked.
The kid shrugged. "Not here," he said. "I'm at the bottom of the roster."
Lana noticed the rosy splotches of color rising in his cheeks. He wasn't thinking about horses; he was thinking about her stubby nipples.
"That's a rough spot to be in," she said. "The chances of getting picked as a replacement are pretty bad."
"They couldn't get much worse."
"And without mounts, you're never going to move up."
The kid looked at her, trying hard not to glance down at her breasts. "You made it," he said. "You get in just about any race you want. How'd you do it? Was it some kind of equal opportunity thing? You know, because you're a woman?"
She laughed at that. "No," she said. "I worked my way up from the bottom, just like anything else. This track has never even heard of equal opportunity." She paused, looking down at the bulge in the front of his levis. Jimmy was short, but he was hung!
The kid saw where she was looking and his cheeks turned bright red.
"I did have help along the way, though," she said.
"Help?" he said, his voice a shrill croak.
She nodded. "An older jockey took me under his wing, showed me the ropes. He used his pull to get me my first mounts."
"I guess it does pay to be a girl," he said, glumly. How am I going get lucky like that? What pro jockey is going to help me out?"
Lana smiled at him. "How about me?" she said.
"Huh?"
"Why not? Don't you want my help?"
"Wow! Sure!!" he said, beside himself with excitement.
She had him. She knew she had him. All she had to do was close the trap. She pushed up from the rail and walked over to the stall door, pulling it closed. When she turned back to him, she caught him staring at her ass. She had him but good.
"Come over here, Jimmy," she said, crooking her finger at him.
He dropped his shovel and scrambled over the railing, standing breathless before her.
"You've got to understand one thing," she said, reaching out and putting her hand on his shoulder. It was very warm and the feel of it sent a thrill racing down her arm. "Nobody does a favor for someone for nothing. If I help you get mounts, you're going to have to do something for me in return."
He nodded rapidly.
He didn't have to say "anything," the look in his eyes said it. She could remember when she was that eager, that ready to sacrifice everything to get what she wanted.
"I need a man," she said, lightly scratching her nails across his chest, down over his stomach. She put her hand flat against the bulge in his crotch and squeezed. He had so much meat in there that it stunned her.
"Wow!" he gasped, his hips flipping automatically, grinding his genitals into her palm. He really blushed, then.
"It's all right," she assured him. "You don't have to be shy with me." She massaged his bulge and was delighted to feel the stirrings of his cock against her hand.
"Oh," he said, closing his eyes tight, clamping his lips together.
"That's it, let it happen," she told him, rubbing harder as she felt the head of his penis begin to push down his right pantsleg. It was a huge bulb and searing hot even through the fabric of his jeans. She dug the heel of her hand into it, caressing it lasciviously.
The kid opened his eyes wide as his penis surged down the inside of his thigh.
"You do me a favor and I'll do you a favor," she said. The feel of his hard cock, the sound of his hoarse breathing, made her go weak in the knees. She had to see it, had to feel it in her bare hand. She reached up to his fly and unzipped it. The kid made no move to stop her until she actually stuck her hand in his pants, until her fingers encircled the massive root of his cock.
He grabbed her hand by the wrist and held it, blinking rapidly.
"You do want to ride, don't you?" she said, her face burning up with the fever. His cock was so smooth, so big! And his pubic hairs were soft and fluffly.
He didn't answer. He just let go of her hand. Lana jerked his erect penis out through his open fly.
"OHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned, as it bucked against her grip, trying to snap against his chest.
His cock and balls were very young looking, velvety soft, satiny smooth. The head of his penis was a great swollen mushroom of dark red, cleft in the middle by a deep dent, like a plum. In the center of the dent was a tiny slit. The slit held a single pearly drop of pre-cum. Even as she stared at it, the fat, flaring rim of his cockhead throbbed and the milky drop broke free, trickling sluggishly down over the underside of the bloated head, down over the pendulous folds of fiery skin that hung directly beneath his slot, down over the straining underside of the shaft until it touched her fingers.
"Oh!" she cried, feeling the delicious stickiness of his hot semen, squeezing his cock hard to make another gob appear at his slot.
She rubbed the heavy knob into her palm, smearing the sperm over her hand, painting it over his cockhead.
"Uhhh," he moaned softly, writhing under her expert manipulation.
The lust-engorged bulb filled her fist, not only with its mammoth girth but with its fiery heat, and it made her palm ache with need. She slipped her other hand down in under the root of his penis and caught hold of the heavy testicles, giving them a gentle squeeze.
The boy's hips flipped again and more pre-cum oozed against her palm. She could smell his cum and the keen, tangy aroma made her mouth fill with buckets of slobber.
"Oooh, it's leaking!" she crooned, rolling her hand over the bulb, bouncing his balls in the palm of her other hand.
When she took her hand away from his cockhead, the kid -eyed the mess he'd made with distaste. Lana, on the other hand, -eyed the gleaming face with something entirely different.
Groaning from low in her belly, she bent over at the waist, pressing her lovely face to his penis, pressing her open mouth down upon the slippery, salty goo, goo that shone like melted pearl on his cock.
"OH! OH!!!" he gasped, clutching wildly at her head, his hips going absolutely berserk.
She didn't try to fight him off, but let him force the head of his cock between her lips, into her mouth. She licked and sucked at his manly erection, drinking down the white seepage hungrily. The musty scent, the sticky consistency, the rank flavor assaulted her senses and she had to have more. She wrapped both hands about the root of his cock and commenced to pump up and down, to slide the loose outer sheath of skin up and down over the rigid inner muscle, to pump more hot semen up from his aching balls. While the young man writhed and squirmed in ecstasy, she gobbled down every drop of his precious fluid.
"Ummmmm, that's so good," she mumbled, lifting her mouth from his cap, licking her lips. She could feel the sex heat building in her nipples, her pussy. She was getting way too hot. The crotchband of her panties felt like it was already sopping wet and it felt like drops of her warm juice were rolling down the insides of her thighs. She had to get out of her clothes, had to get on with it.
"Take off the rest of your clothes," she said, stepping back from him. When he gave her a worried look, she said, "I'll take mine off, too."
She watched as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. His chest was deliciously devoid of hairs, lean and well-muscled. As he stripped out of his jeans, his cock slowly raised from the horizontal to the vertical, pointing straight up at the roof, jutting out of his light brown pubic hair like a tree limb.
When he was naked, she pulled the top of her tube top down, allowing her firm, pointy tipped tits to slip free.
"Do you like them?" she asked, thrusting her chest out towards him, taunting him with her perfect breasts.
Jimmy couldn't think of a thing to say. He kept licking his lips and his adam's apple kept bobbing rapidly as he fought to swallow the heavy saliva welling up in his mouth. He wanted to suck her tits in the worst way.
"You can suck on them if you want," she told him, moving closer, slipping her hand behind his head. "I'd love for you to do it. Really, I would." She brushed her hot nipples against the bare skin of his chest, sending a shock of sensation through the both of them.
Jimmy reached out with visibly shaking hands and caught hold of both her breasts. He toyed with them very gently, as if he was afraid he would break them.
Waves of joy rushed from her nipples as he tugged them, rushed down over her tummy, straight to her cunt.
"Harder," she cooed. "Do it harder." She put her hands over his and squeezed down, making his fingers dig brutally into her resilient tits, making them flatten out on her chest like silky full moons.
Once he got the hang of it, Jimmy really went to town. He rolled her breasts about on her chest, grinding her hot nipples into his palms. As he massaged her tits, he mumbled unintelligible words and sucked in breath through his clenched teeth. His cock liked it, too. It started hammering against his chest, oozing a steady stream of semen.
Lana grabbed his cock and started pumping on it again. Every time she jammed her fist down to his root, she could sense the flurries of pleasure she was giving him. With her free hand, which was still behind his head, she pulled his face closer to her nipples.
"Go on," she crooned, "go on and take them.
Suck my tits. Bite them."
Jimmy didn't have to be asked three times. He stuffed the long, fat stub of her right nipple into his open mouth. His cheeks instantly went concave as he began to suck.
Lana groaned. The heat of his lips, the moisture of his tongue was too marvelous. He was nursing on her nipple like a little baby, pulling it deep into his mouth, sucking at it with a rhythmic, insistent passion, pulling the whole peak of her breast out of shape.
"God!" she cried, as the sawing of his tongue over her taut bud made joy explode between her thighs, as the crazy nibbling of his teeth sent her clit into a frenzy. In her excitement, she squeezed his penis extra hard, causing the loose sheath below the grip of her fist to rumple up about the base of his cock, causing the sheath above her grip to be pulled down tight over the bulb end of his cock, making the broadly flaring cap elongate, making it go from mushroom to viper head. Her powerful, wringing stroke drew forth a great gusher of pre-cum. The tablespoon of thick fluid oozed from the distorted slot and dripped down over the back of her hand.
"Oh! Oh, my!!" she cried, grabbing hold of his hair and forcing him to take his mouth from her tit. The whole end of her right breast was sucked a bright red. She needed more than sucking. "Down!" she said, pointing at a pile of fresh straw on the floor of the stall.
The kid dropped to the floor and she gestured for him to lay down on his back, while she stripped off her jeans and boots.
"Come on!" he moaned as she straddled his knees, standing over him like a redheaded goddess. She made no attempt to conceal her pussy from him, in fact, she seemed to flaunt it in his face.
"It's pretty, isn't it?" she said, moving her thighs even further apart, letting him see not only the reddish fluff that sprouted on top of her mound, but the fat pink lips, the glistening lips, and the smooth, round buttcheeks below.
"God, yes!" he gasped, his cock doing mad push-ups on his chest.
She put her fingers to her cunt, parting the wet flaps for him, showing him the pearly pink lining, the very mouth of her pussy. "That's for later," she said. "First...."
Without another word, she squatted down over him, positioning her body so that her head hung directly over his cock, so that her swaying tits brushed the tops of his thighs. Then she reached down and took hold of his penis, lifting from his belly, pointing it straight up in the air, straight up towards her mouth.
"I'm really going to suck you, now," she told him, her voice faint, weak with need. "I'm going to suck and lick your cock until you cum. I want to feel it in my mouth, to feel your hot cum going down my throat."
She lowered her upper body as she swung into a kneeling position.
"Wow!" he said, watching her lovely face drop to within an inch of his raging erection.
She pursed her lips and blew a gust of air teasingly over his balls, giggling as they shifted sluggishly in their pink sack.
Jimmy didn't giggle. He let out a low moan.
Then Lana took a deep breath and the scent of his aroused crotch hit her like a ten ton truck. Nothing could've stopped her from sucking him then. She opened her mouth and as she did, a drop of crystal clear slobber escaped, falling onto his hairless thigh, rolling down in under his uptight scrotum. She paid no attention to the kid's mad thrashings, but jammed her wet lips down over the nose of his cock, forcing the bulb to push deep into her mouth.
Jimmy jerked like she'd shoved a live wire up his ass. His hips started pumping with a will of their own, making the flaring cock rim pop in and out of her lips.
She wasn't about to let him take control of things, so she raised her head, letting his knob slip free.
"Still," she warned him. "Lay still." Jimmy nodded so hard that he risked shaking his brains loose.
When Lana dropped her head again, she had a new target in mind. She applied her lips to the root of his cock, to the point where it joined his pebbly bag. She shuddered as the stark, musty taste exploded on her tongue.
The kid was biting his tongue, his face contorted by the effort of trying to keep still while the beautiful redhead began kissing his testicles.
Lana wallowed in his hard young balls, sweeping her tongue over every inch of them, teasing it in under them, poking the tip of it up into the hot crack of his ass.
"OH!" Jimmy cried, his whole body stiffening, his heels thumping on the floor.
The redhead lapped at his cock hungrily, curling her tongue around its base, sliding the half-ring of tongue up and down it, bathing the smooth underside with her hot slobber. She sucked up the sticky residue of his pre-cum, squirming the tip of her tongue back and forth through his nerve bundle, making his cock jerk and twitch on his chest like a beached whale.
"God, I love it!" she moaned, not talking to the kid as much as to herself. She swirled her tongue over the featureless face of his cock, seesawing it through the deep cleft, over the bubbling slot.
Jimmy lay there and trembled under the hot, wet onslaught. Her juicy tongue drooled hot slobber all over his cock, her lips sucked, her teeth nibbled at every inch of it. And the sight of her, of such a lovely woman loving his huge, pulsing cock with such abandon, such obvious hunger made him whine and whimper like a kicked pup.
Lana didn't ask permission to take more. It was her fantasy that was getting enacted. She popped his shining bulb into her mouth, sucking on it ferociously, her lips wrapped tightly about the thick neck.
"WOW!" he croaked, peering at her through pleasure-slitted eyes, seeing the way her silky cheeks puffed out from the size of the mouthful, seeing the way her beautiful lips puckered around his shaft.
Lana held his cockhead in her mouth, reveling in the sexy sensation, the feeling of power she had over the young man. She could make him dance to her tune, make him jump through the hoop, if she wanted. She loved the way the size of his cockhead made her jaws ache, Juan had taught her to love that. She also loved the amazingly smooth texture of the skin and the way the whole thing throbbed against her tongue, her cheeks, the roof of her mouth. She looked up at him. His eyes were bloodshot, glazed with pleasure. She knew she could bring him off in an instant if she wanted to.
Slowly, she thrust his cock into her mouth. letting the bulb slide over the back of her tongue and down into her throat. She twisted her neck, so that the shape of her throat would conform with the CURVE of his cock, and squirmed her lips lower, letting the great rod fill her until she gagged, until his silky hairs tickled her nose, until the raw, stale odor of his loins was heavy in her nostrils.
Totally spitted on the young man's throbbing cock, Lana went into a delirium. Waves of scorching heat washed over her face as she twisted the tightly stretched ring of her lips about the base of his cock, and as she forced her moist lips to brush his pubic hairs, deep inside her body, his cock was rubbed all over the walls of her throat. Moaning from her own arousal, she slowly let the dripping red shaft slip from her gullet. Her mouth slipped free of the massive purpling head and for a split second, a single, swaying strand of saliva connected them before it broke and flopped to his groin.
"It's good, huh?" she said to him, her voice all gravelly from the friction of cock against her larynx. "It's good for me, too."
The kid couldn't have answered her if he'd wanted to. He was standing right on the edge of climax, his toes were curled over the brink. Clumsily, he tried to force her to slide her mouth back down over his gleaming bulb, his cock back down into her throat.
She maintained her distance from him, blowing her hot breath over his wet parts. She delighted in the way he quivered and thrashed.
"Like that?" she asked.
"Please!" he moaned. "Please, finish it!!"
His voice was so pathetic, so feeble that it put wings to her libido. He was begging her to make him cum! She couldn't refuse him. No way!
She scooted her body forward, pressing her breasts right up against his swollen testicles, forcing his cock to slip up between her tits, into her hot, silky cleavage. Then, wheezing from excitement, she gripped her own lush breasts, mashing them together, trapping his penis between them, actually pushing so hard on the sides of her tits that she bent them around his shaft. The head of his cock stuck up lewdly from the top of her cleavage, his rim turning a deep purple.
She didn't pause to let him get his bearings, but immediately began to move her hands, to slide her tits up and down the shaft of his cock.
"Oh! OH!!" he wailed, his hips hunching maniacally up from the floor.
Again and again, the distended head of his cock popped in and out of her tightly compressed tits and every time the broad rim bumped its way out or bumped its way back in, her breasts jiggled magnificently in her hands.
"Ooooooooh!" she cooed, reveling in the feel of all that hard meat. She bent her neck down and tucked her chin into the hollow of her throat, going through contortions to reach her goal ... which was to fit the throbbing head into her hot mouth. She jammed her face down upon his meat until the lips slipped down over the thick rim.
Jimmy was totally stunned as he watched her go down on his knob, her cheeks fluttering in and out as she sucked, her tongue going wild as it sawed over his slot, as he watched her pump her lovely tits up and down, up and down, tossing him off as fast as she could.
Lana could sense his pleasure starting to peak, sense it in the powerful throbbing of his penis against her tongue, sense it in the heat of his testicles upon her stomach. She nursed on his bulb with all her might and whipped her breasts faster over his searing cock, coaxing, teasing the thick, viscous fluid up his penis, up towards her waiting mouth.
Then a drop of something super-salty spurted over the back of her tongue and she went wild, making frantic, sloppy sucking sounds as she tried to bring on the torrent.
Jimmy let out a shirll cry and his back arched up from the straw.
Suddenly, her whole head was choked with his hot semen. A huge spurt splattered over the roof of her mouth, pouring down her throat. Whining through her nose, the redhead held her ripe breasts still and let the young man fuck into her tits to suit himself. As he did this, snapping his ass up from the floor, she kept her lips tightly locked about the neck of his cock, drinking down the slimy gushers as fast as they exploded into her mouth.
The kid evidentially had been saving it up for a long time, because he sent so much semen her way that she was hard pressed to get it all down. Before he finished, her belly was aching from the sloshing load he'd given her. Instead of continuing to swallow, she held the final spurts in her mouth, though they made her cheeks balloon out something awful.
When Jimmy slumped back exhausted, she gave him a poke with her finger. She had an extra special treat for him. She opened her mouth and let the collected white goo pour down over his still-flexing penis.
"OHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" he groaned as he watched the sticky streamers hang from her lovely mouth, as he watched her immediately go down on his cock again, licking up the spermy mess with an unabated hunger.
Lana got a real kick out of that. She kept slurping up his cum, then letting it drip out, smearing the slimy stuff all over her face and tits. The more she did it, the more animalistic she was about it, grunting and groaning, the more excited the kid became.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," he panted as she expelled the turbid goo over his balls, then proceeded to stuff both of them into her mouth, to suck them as far into her throat as she could.
On his chest, his penis, which had only half softened after the initial orgasm, began to surge out to full erection. In a matter of seconds, he was hard as a fence post, his cock actually trembling with excitement.
Lana let go of his balls and pushed up from his groin.
"Tell me what would turn you on the most right now," she said. "Tell me and I'll do it for you."
Jimmy gawked at her, his face reddening.
"No, I mean it," she said, her own excitement growing as she considered the possibilities. If she did fulfill his deepest need, she would drive him stone out of his mind, and that was just where she wanted him.
"Naw," he said, averting his eyes from hers.
"I will, honest. Tell me."
"Promise you won't think I'm sickening?"
Lana promised.
"I want you to kiss my ASS," the cherubic kid said, his voice breaking on the last word.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The idea so rattled her that for the longest time she couldn't say a word, couldn't move.
"See! I told you, you'd think I was sick!" he said, miserably.
Lana was anything but sickened. She was so aroused at the thought of applying her mouth to the smooth young man's rear end that she couldn't think straight.
"QUICK!" she moaned, her voice barely audible. She shoved him over on his side, then on his belly.
"Wow! WOW!!" Jimmy exclaimed, realizing that his fondest dreams were about to come true. He got into a kneeling position, sticking his bare bottom up high in the air.
"Baby, baby, baby," Lana crooned, fitting her thumbs to the inside of his tight crack, spreading his meager buns wide apart. His anus was small and brown and wrinkled. It puckered as she peered at it. His testicles looked very strange from behind. She decided it was their hairlessness and the ruddiness of the scrotal skin. Whatever, she found the back view highly stimulating.
Without even flinching, she jammed her face between his buns and lashed her moist, hot tongue up his crack, sweeping it over his pore.
"YOW!!" Jimmy squealed, clawing at the straw.
Lana shivered. His anus was super-hot, super-soft. She couldn't get enough of it. Holding his cheeks wide apart, she started bobbing her head, whipping her tongue up and down, up and down, from the top of her crack, down over his pore, down to the underside of his bag, then back. Everything was soaked with her slobber after the third stroke. On the fifth stroke, the boy was pushing back into her face, trying to get her to spit him with her tongue.
She decided that he'd had enough fun, that it was her turn to squirm, she let go of his ass and stood up. The kid rolled to his back and lay there, propped up on his elbows, panting like a sprinter, his cock standing up at full, straining attention.
She stepped across his waist, straddling him again and hunkered down, throwing her knees out wide apart, holding her splayed fork about a foot from his face.
"Jimmy, look at it," she said. "Look at it closely."
The kid's nostrils flared as the keen, musky scent of it raged up his nose. His face turned beet red.
She ran the tip of her finger around the swollen mound, dragging it in between her parted labia. When she removed it, it was coated with her slick love juice. Without a word, she reached out and touched the startled young mans face with the sticky finger, painting her viscous, fragrant lubricant over his lips, his nose.
"God!" he moaned, his eyelids fluttering shut as he licked his lips, as he tasted her juice fresh from the font.
"Go on, feel it, yourself," she coaxed him.
The kid slid his hands up the insides of her thighs and tentatively touched the angry, swollen flaps. Lana shuddered. His cock jerked up from his belly and smacked in between her buttocks, prodding her right in and pore before flopping back down.
"It's so hot, so wet!" he groaned, tracing circles as she had done about the inflamed oval.
"Like this! Like this!" she said, grabbing his hand, taking hold of his middle finger, "do it like this." She plunged his stiffened finger up her cunt to the knuckle.
Jimmy puffed and wheezed as the slick, seething folds of her pussy parted over his fingertip, as the over-excited young woman began working his finger, his hand at the wrist, shoving the probe in and out of her pussy like a madwoman.
"Dooooo me!!" she bawled, letting go of his finger. "Doooo me!!"
Jimmy followed her example and started darting his finger deep into her mound, twisting it back and forth over the marvelous inner wrinkles.
Lana reached back behind her ass and groped his balls, squeezing them, popping them incitefully between her fingers. Hot lubricant sputtered from her pussy, raining down on his heaving chest.
"UhhhhhM!" she howled, each time his churning digit slipped home, each time his knuckle smashed into her clitoris. "Harder!! Ohhh! Harder!! More!!! Give me more!!" she wailed.
Jimmy paired his middle and forefingers and corkscrewed them up her cunt, marveling that the way her pussy stretched to accommodate them, at the stimulating effect the penetration had on her.
"Uhhh! UHHHM!" she cried, flipping her round buttocks into his finger thrust, impaling herself completely on his fingers. And then she began to roll her hips in short, vigorous strokes, making the fingers literally fly up her cunt. By the third lunge, his fingers were sopping with her love juices and her pussy was sputtering and farting trapped air. Her hot cuntmouth squeezed down on his pistoning digits and she was cumming.
"Uhhh-YEEEEEEEM!" she wailed as she was lifted by a wave of pure delight to a towering height and then dashed straight downwards, downwards into the blackness.
Jimmy watched spellbound as the ravenous pussy gobbled his fingers, as the angry, blubbering flaps dove down to his knuckles, burying his fingers in hot, buttered velvet. As the famished tube swallowed his fingers, it milked them in wild, fluttering spasms that rippled inward, as if trying to suck the fingers in deeper, as if trying to suck up his whole hand.
Lana bucked and humped, her hips churning, turning her lubricant into a bubbling froth, dragging her orgasm out to its outer limit. She mauled his scrotum as she climaxed, pulling at his tender orbs, squirming her fingers in behind his bag to prod at his saliva slick anus.
By the time she finished cumming, her young partner was in a fine state. It was all he could do to concentrate on sticking his fingers in and out of her pussy, for she was rapturously sticking her finger up his ass!
He let out a baleful howl as she began working her fingertip in and out of his rubbery passage and his cock commenced to jerk and flop every which way.
It seemed that Lana was going to continue to writhe upon his fingers, hunching into them until she had a second orgasm, that she was going to finger the poor kid's asshole until he, too, went over the brink one more time. But then, she stopped. She dragged her plundered pussy forward, pulling his fingers from it. Steaming drops of juice poured down on his upturned face, into his open mouth, onto his wildly waggling tongue. She shoved her finger up his ass to the knuckle and held it there, occasionally squirming it around, as she spoke.
"I'll bet you want to fuck me now," she said, diddling him unmercifully.
Jimmy howled, arching his back up from the straw.
"Oooh, you like this, DON'T YOU?" she cooed, corkscrewing her finger about, reveling in the feel of his tight anus sucking upon it.
Again, Jimmy howled, hunching upwards into nothing.
She was driving him crazy and she knew it. She didn't care. Seeing him so crazy, so wild for a fuck excited her so much that she could hardly breathe.
"Oooooh, do you know what I'm going to do?" she asked, then she answered her own question. "I'm going to let you fuck me while I'm fucking you!"
His mind sizzling and snapping with the need to orgasm, the kid reached for her. His face was dangerously red, his ears, too. He caught hold of her arm and tried to pull her down, to turn her over on her back so he could roll into her saddle.
"No, baby," she chided him, pushing his hand away. She had control and she was going to keep it. "I want you to be able to see it all happening. To see your big cock going in and out of my pussy, to see what it does to me. The only way we can have that is if I stay on top."
He blinked at her, his adam's apple bobbing.
"Lay flat and pick up your knees," she told him. She made him make a little backrest out of his thighs. "That's it. That's the way."
She adjusted the angle of his legs to suit her and then she leaned her silky buns against his knees, holding her widely spread pussy about a foot above the head of his cock. Her finger still twisting in his pore, she opened her cunt up with her free hand, peeling back the heavy flaps, folding them out of the way, opening up the entire length of her slit to receive his big bulb.
When she let go of her labia, they stayed peeled back, stuck to the meat of her mound by the copious juices. She grabbed hold of his bloated cockhead and pulled up from his belly.
Jimmy whimpered as she bent his cock straight up, aiming the knob end towards the mouth of her pussy. Even as lewdly splayed as her pussy was, it seemed doubtful that she would be able to cram all his meat up her. The bulb of his cock dwarfed her whole fork.
Holding his penis in one hand, fingering his ass with the other, she brushed the apex of her slit with the shining tip.
"Ohhhhhhl!" the kid groaned as he felt the hot buttered velvet close about his bulb, as his cockhead was engulfed in marvelous slick heat.
There was a purpose to Lana's madness. She forced the knob's tip to nose into her, to part her gash just enough so it came into contact with her hard little clitoris. Gasping for air, she massaged her thrill center with his smooth bulb, making it pop in and out of his sticky slot.
Almost instantly, her tummy began to ripple and Jimmy gawked as her pussy followed suit, as the drooping maw began to visibly palpitate, animated by powerful contractions of her inner muscles.
"Uhhh! YESSSSSS!!!" she hissed, sliding her buttocks up and down the tops of his thighs, making the hot, wet opening of her pussy bump into the head of his cock, smearing it with her slick juice.
The steady trickle soon became a torrent, a torrent bathing his entire member in fragrant goo. To the ecstatic Jimmy, it felt like his entire cock had been drenched in heated, heavy oil.
"God! Oh, God!" Lana cried, lowering her cunt right onto the head of his cock, rolling her hips, teasing herself and him.
Her cunt sat atop his huge cockhead, quivering, rippling with sensation. The heat of her trembling labia was astounding. It made poor Jimmy claw at the straw, and as he writhed, so did the tip of his cock, turning about in the grip of her pussy, which made a nasty, sucking sound.
"Now! Now!!" Lana bleated, dropping her ass down on his cock, trying to shove the great head up into her pussy. She came to an abrupt halt far short of her goal. The shock wrung a pitiful moan from her lips.
She wasn't the only one groaning, either. Jimmy whimpered, too. Her entire weight had come down on the tip of his cock, threatening to break the power of his erection. His cock had stubbornly refused to buckle and for an instant, her whole pussy seemed to turn in on itself and it looked as if the huge knob would drive right through her, making its own hole. Then, her fork bounced back.
Lana wasn't about to take "no" for an answer at this stage of the game. She raised her bottom, then dropped it again, cramming the head back into her slit.
Jimmy jerked at the stinging impact and then just the tip of his penis slipped in. It was only the first half inch or so and it was forced back out immediately, but it was enough to give the kid a taste of what was to come. That foretaste was so sweet that he started grabbing at her waist, trying to haul her down harder.
The redhead panted, resting for a moment. She hadn't realized that it was going to be such an operation, but there was no doubt in her mind that the effort would be worth it. The idea of holding that much meat in her cunt, of cumming around it, made her head swim. And she knew that she'd come very close to pulling the thing off. She'd felt her mouth of her pussy begin to stretch, to tear to allow him to enter.
"Yes, yes, yes," she babbled to him, grinding her smooth bottom in a wild circle, making her cunt squirm over his knob. As she did this, she concentrated on the powerful spasms that were still racking her loins. She waited until she felt her cunt relaxed, then dropped down as hard as she could. Her pussy gave ground grudgingly. The tip pushed in deeper. Her face crimson from the strain, her thighs trembling, she began to rock her pelvis from side to side, trying desperately to wedge the head up into her. "Ulp!" she gulped, her eyes popping wide open, her jaw going slack. "It's going in.!! It's going in me!!"
Jimmy didn't have to be told that. The hot, buttered tube of her cunt slipped down over the head of his cock and it was so glove tight, so squeaky tight that it took everything he had to keep from shooting on the spot. The tip of his tongue was visible as a tiny, bloodless bit of flesh between his clenched teeth.
"Look at it! Look at it!!" she beseeched him, jabbing a finger down at the joining point of their bodies, as the furious gash of her cunt turning outside in as his huge head surged up into her.
The kid could only stand to view the obscene sight for an instant, then he had to jerk his eyes away. It was either that or bite the tip of his tongue off.
Lana let her weight come down on her widely stretched cunt. She gasped as the great engine slowly, maddeningly drove deeper into her. The thick cock rim was rasping over her clit, moving so slowly, so sensuously that before the full width of it passed over the oily little marble, she was cumming.
"OHHH!!" she howled, arching her back wildly. In her excess of enthusiasm, she lost her balance and the whole weight of her body was thrown against her rapidly yielding sphincter. She flailed her hands, flapping them in the air as she sat, impaled on the blood thickened tool.
Jimmy's cock was half swallowed in a blink and the passion crazed kid was determined to have it all. He grabbed her hips in both hands and pulled down with all his strength.
"No!! NOOOOO!!!" she bawled as, with a sudden tearing, the power of her pussy broke, and the huge rod pushed up into her belly. She sank down until her cunt was flat against hi loins, until his impossibly broad root was in he to the hairs.
Jimmy was grunting like a hog at trough plucking at her nipples, far too aroused to care about whether he orgasmed prematurely or not He tried to hunch up into the delicious tightness of her cunt. All he succeeded in doing was moving the both of them up and down.
It was only when Lana regained her senses when she put her hands flat to his chest and tried to push up, to force his cock out of her cunt that she fully realized the extent of he predicament. She could not budge him! He was wedged in her tighter than a drum. Whether he cunt had seized up once he was inside, o whether his cock had swollen up more, the effect was the same: they were stuck together like a pair of mongrels in an empty lot.
Jimmy didn't realize what the problem was and he kept on humping, bouncing her on his lap.
"Wait! Lover, wait!!" she moaned, leaning forward, dragging her stiff nipples across hi chest. Flickers of pleasure dancing down he tummy and her cunt squeezed his cock so hard i made his eye bulge out.
"God!" he croaked.
"Wait," she said. "You've got to relax. Relax.' She put her mouth to his and kissed him, slippin her tongue between his teeth, flipping it around inside his mouth.
Jimmy threw his arms about her back and tried to pull her closer. Their teeth clacked together and she pulled back, shivering. It was no good. She couldn't free herself that way. For one thing, the kid wouldn't relax, for another, she wouldn't, either.
There seemed only one way to handle the situation: to try and get on with things as planned. She figured that after Jimmy climaxed his cock would shrink a bit and she could slip off it.
She leaned back against his thighs and tried to get comfortable. It was an impossible task. There was just too much cock crammed up her cunt ... and every time it throbbed it felt like she was going to be ripped open from ass to belly button.
"Relax," she told him again, starting to work her finger around in his ass.
"Muhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh!!" he wailed, twitching, jerking under her.
"That's what you like, isn't it? The old in-out?" she cooed, fucking her finger through his ass as fast as she could. Under the insistent diddling, his anus stretched like hot taffy and she found she could easily slip a second finger in beside the first.
"YEEEE-OWWM" Jimmy cried, his face contorted with pain.
What was easy for her was not so easy for him.
Undaunted, Lana forced the two fingers in and out. As she did, she noticed something peculiar. Every time she thrust her fingers in, every time she dragged them out, his anus would answer with a violent contraction. The aftershock of the contraction rippled up the entire length of his cock, making it throb with awesome power. It actually pushed out in all directions at once, like an inflatable toy. This action-reaction cycle seemed to her to be important, but in her lust-dazed state she couldn't quite figure out why.
Gradually, the truth of the matter became clear to her. The more she diddled his anus, the more pronounced was the throbbing of his cock. She was putting pressure on something deep in his ass, some nerve that controlled his cumming. The longer she kept the nerve depressed, out of commission, the longer the young man would go before climaxing. It was almost as if the cum tidal wave she was holding back was building in size and power with every finger thrust ... and the sheer volume of the fluid was bloating his cock out of all proportion ... causing it to be wedged so tightly in her cunt!
In an instant of lucidity, it all fell into place. She had been fingering him the whole time, and only after she'd gotten herself spitted had his cock grown so that it was impossible to budge.
The only question left in her mind was: what would happen when she unplugged him? Would his orgasm come exploding out? Would she be left in the lurch? There was no way of telling, so she had to play it by ear.
"Jimmy," she said, ceasing her fingering, "listen to me. I'm going to pull my fingers out. If you feel like cumming, fight it! Don't let it happen. Understand?"
The kid stared at her. He nodded, but his eyes were unfocused and she couldn't tell if he was even aware of what was going on.
She decided that a quick exit was the best bet, so she yanked her fingers out of his ass.
"YEEEEEKS!" the kid squealed, his bottom snapping Up from the floor, sending her jouncing, her legs flapping in the air.
"GOD!!" she shrieked, clutching at her breasts, her hair. He wasn't cumming because he didn't do any more thrashing, but his cock was leaking buckets of pre-cum. It poured into her pussy, filling it to the brim with slippery goo. And as the huge cock leaked, it began to shrink a bit. The awful outward pressure on the walls of her pussy began to slacken.
The redhead put her hands to his chest and pushed up, whimpering as her cunt came free from his massive root, as her tube slid up his cock, making the flattened folds bump over the rim of his bulb, making the slick corrugations tease and tug at it. The friction of all that meat, even though it had shrunk a bit, was still incredible. The terrific suction that it created drew her whole, angry pussy out from her fork, making her labia pout out, clinging wetly to his shaft.
"Wow! Uhhh-WOW!!" Jimmy cried as the heady, pungent fumes of her broken cunt wafted up to his face, as the flow of their mixed juices, hot and slippery, poured down over his balls, pooling on the floor under his ass.
"Fuck! Fuck me!!" Lana wailed, dropping her pussy back down his cock, her tummy quivering from the thrills all that sliding meat gave her. Her cunt slid down much easier this time, gliding on the slick lubricant The mouth of her pussy smooched down around his root and she gave her ass a little half twist, making his bulb roll about deep in her belly.
Jimmy responded by snapping his hips, making his gooey balls jounce against her ass.
Lana moaned from low in her tummy as his hairs scratched the lips of her pussy, as his testicles slipped up into her ass crack.
"God almighty!" Jimmy croaked, moving his ass as much as he could, dragging his cock back a scant half inch, then slamming it back in.
His penis ruthlessly scraped over her clit and the wet meat upon wet meat, the animalish sounds of cunt sucking cock, raised the short hairs on the back of her neck.
Jimmy jerked his cock back further, then shoved it in, wallowing in the steam heat of her pussy.
Lana whimpered at the impact and her pussy squeezed at his root.
The sound of her pleasure made the kid's scalp crawl. He started working his ass in a slow, even rhythm, shoving his thick cock in and out, watching the expression on her face change. Every time he started to withdraw it, she gave him a look like a love starved child; she was pleading with him to leave it in, to leave it in just a second longer. And when he shoved it in, a broad smile spread across her face and she shivered with delight.
"Ooooh, more! More!!" she wailed, flipping her ass in a ball-racking circle that forced his cock to slip out of her cunt two inches, then slam back inside. She clutched her own tits, digging her nails into the hard nipples, raking them savagely.
Jimmy picked up the tempo a bit, feeding her sputtering pussy half a cock at a time. It was still not enough for her.
"More!!" she warbled. "Fuck me with it!! "Fuck me!!!"
Jimmy's hips moved faster, making his cock drive in and out in skull-bending, tip-to-root thrusts. Her pussy blubbered moistly about the hard driving lance, sending spray after musky spray of her juice spewing over his scrotum.
"OH!!" Lana bawled. "Oh, you're going to make me cum!!" The redhead's face was horribly flushed, her eyes glazed, staring vacantly.
The kid fucked her faster still, bashing his cock into her wet cunt like a maniac, reaching out with a trembling hand and putting his palm right on her heaving tummy. He could actually feel her belly pooch out as his cock filled her, feel it deflate as he withdrew. He moved his hand lower, slipping his fingers between their humping bodies, feeling the joining point, the slippery sluicing cunt and his slogging cock.
"GOD! OHHHHH!!!" she screamed as the series of racking explosions began. Her whole fork convulsed, belly rippling, buttocks clenching. Totally of control and mindless of the danger Jimmy's huge penis still presented, she started fucking him like a crazy woman, humping up and down so fast that her tits jounced up into her chin, so hard that every ounce of flesh on her body quivered and shook.
Jimmy grunted, awed by the strength of her cunt, by the madly fluttering caresses it gave his cock. She was fucking him so fast that all the tongue-biting in the world couldn't have kept him from squirting. His penis pulsed ominously in her belly.
"Yesss! Give it to me!!" she pleaded. "GIVE IT ALL TO ME!!"
He did just that, his ass leaping up from the floor, jamming his spurting cock in her to the hairs.
"YESSSSSM!" she howled as the boiling semen fountained in her belly.
"Uhhhh! UHHHHH!!!" he wailed, puffing, snorting as he hunched up into her, as the teeming gobs of cum shot up his cock and hurtled into the back of her cunt.
"OOOOH!!" she cried, wriggling insanely as the white goo spattered her channel. She groped behind her churning bottom and clutched his climaxing testicles, milking them, squeezing them passionately.
Jimmy's cock spurted like there was no tomorrow, sending gusher after gusher up into her pussy. And even when his viscous ejaculation came flopping back out of her, spraying his belly with hot gobs, he didn't falter.
Lana, her mind unglued by the force of her own climax, by the sheer volume of the cum still shooting up into her, suddenly lifted her ass, hauling his semen-spitting cock from her cunt.
"Look, lover! Look!!" she whined, grasping the slimy shaft as it slipped free.
Jimmy moaned as he saw what her cunt had done to his cock. The whole length of it was rubbed a bright red and it was completely drenched with love juice and sperm. He moaned again when he saw what the sex-crazed redhead was doing. She was holding his penis aimed right at the much-fucked chasm of her cunt. There was no way he could hold back. The muscles behind his balls flexed and sent another gob of cum shooting up his cock. Even as the white stuff poured from between her ragged petals, semen shot from his bulb spattered her lewdly parted labia with more.
The girl wriggled and panted, her pussy visibly convulsing as she showered herself with cum. And her fingers kept rubbing his balls, urging another squirt and another. She wasn't satisfied until she had bathed her whole crotch from pubes to pore in his hot fluids.
CHAPTER NINE
Lana and Jimmy had just the kind of relationship that she was looking for. Any time she felt in the mood for some loving ... which was at least once a day ... she would hunt around the stables until she found him. Then, wherever they happened to be, in the hayloft, v behind the grandstand, they would fuck.
She kept her end of the bargain, too. Jimmy had a mount at least once a week and, after a month or so, he didn't need her for that. He was getting mounts on his own.
He still wanted to keep seeing her, but she told him that they had to break their "thing" off. To her credit, she told him the truth, that she liked to be one up on her lovers and that the two of them had been together long enough. He accepted the break up with good humor, which pleased her.
After Jimmy, Lana tried not to get too attached to her partners. She made a special point of keeping two or three on a string at once, just so she wouldn't be tempted to make a steady thing of any one of them. She found it a lot more exciting to be making it with more than one young man. She understood then, why Juan had taken such pleasure in going directly from one partner to another, making the second partake of what the first had left behind. The first time she dropped her just-fucked cunt on the face of a new lover and saw his expression change from lust to shock as the salty flavor of another's man's cum exploded in his mouth, she knew what she'd been missing.
As a matter of course, she always took on the lowest jockey on the roster. When she was running two or three at once, she always worked from the bottom up. She found the apprentices just as eager as she'd been to get ahead.
About three months after she'd dumped on Jimmy, she happened to drop by the clubhouse and was idly checking the roster when she got a BIG surprise. There was a new name on the bottom of the list. That name was "Belinda Three Trees." She couldn't believe it. She rushed right over to the track manager's office.
"That's right," the manager told her, giving her a big fat grin, "we got ourselves a second woman jockey."
Lana didn't know what to think, whether to be mad or elated.
The manager, an oily man with shiny black hair and a pointy face, seemed to think she should be pleased. "It's thanks to you really."
"Me?" she said.
He showed her his nicotine-stained teeth. "Yep," he said, "you made such a big name for yourself winning all those races in a row that the big bosses decided to give another woman a break."
She found it a little hard to swallow that the big bosses would give anybody a break and she said so.
"Well, we were getting some pressure from the government boys," the manager admitted. Lana smirked at him.
"The new apprentice is over at the main stable, I think," he said. "Why don't you go over and say hello? Maybe you could show her around, teach her the ropes?"
"Maybe," she said. She turned around and walked out. At the track, like in the army, it never paid to volunteer for anything. She did walk straight over to the main stables, though.
She was very curious about her "competition."
She found the new girl over in the outdoor corral, hosing down the concrete. She watched the girl from a distance for a while, checking her over before walking up and saying hello.
"My name's Belinda," the black -haired girl said. Her hair was super-straight and hung all the way down to her pert little bottom. She looked about eighteen years old. Her breasts were on the small side, but they were very firm. She wore her gingham cowboy shirt open halfway down the front, so anyone, Lana included, could see the cleavage between her round, smooth tits. "Belinda Three Trees."
"Is that an Indian name?" Lana asked.
The girl nodded. "I'm two-thirds Cherokee," she said.
Lana really didn't have to ask that question. She could tell by the round face, the high-cheekbones, the wide, sensual mouth and the coal black eyes that the newcomer was at least part American Indian. Belinda had an exquisitely turned shape on her, a little wasp waist and long, long legs.
"Where have you ridden before?" Lana said.
Belinda shrugged. "You know, state fairs, some rodeo stuff, nothing big or very interesting."
"You've got to start somewhere."
"Yeah, but that kind of start doesn't count for much here," Belinda said, bending down, pointing the hose at her knee high rubber boots, spraying the manure from her soles.
As she bent down, she gave Lana a perfect view down the front of her shirt. The redhead could see the sweetly tapering cones of her tits, the fat, brown stubs of her nipples, like tiny Tootsie rolls. The sight gave Lana an unsettling feeling.
"Everybody around here talks about you," the black -haired girl said. "You made it good so fast"
It was Lana's turn to shrug. "I had some lucky breaks," she said.
Belinda smiled. Her teeth were rather large and very white. "Woman to woman," she said, "we both know different"
Lana was taken aback. She thought she'd been pretty damned discreet in the past. None of her former partners dared to blab about her; they owed her too much.
"It takes guts to make the breaks happen," Belinda said.
Lana sighed. The girl didn't know anything. She kicked herself for being so paranoid.
"Yeah, I guess so," she said.
The lithe girl turned off the hose, coiled it, then returned to the corral fence. She seemed to be summoning up her courage. "I've heard rumors that you've helped other newcomers here," she said, her eyes big as doorknobs.
For an instant, Lana looked at her in a new light, a very disturbing light. She looked at Belinda as a potential lover. The idea made her go weak in the knees. Making love to another woman! It was unbelievably wicked!
When Lana didn't respond, the girl continued in the same vein. "I could sure use some help," she said. "You can't get any lower on the totem pole than me."
Still, Lana said nothing. There was a tickling in her nipples and a warmth spreading between her legs. She thought about reaching out, sticking her hand into the girl's shirt, about feeling the silky skin of her breasts, the hot, jutting bud of her nipples. The thought stole her breath away.
"Would you help me?" Belinda said.
"Gee, uhh, I don't know," Lana said, trying to regain her composure. It wasn't easy. She had an overwhelming urge to kiss the Indian girl, to push her tongue between those pearly white teeth, to taste the flavor of her mouth.
Belinda looked crestfallen. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to come on so strong right away. It's just that I really want to ride and I know that it's going to take months of hanging around, doing this kind of slave labor before I get a chance to show what I can do."
"I understand," Lana said. "I went through the same thing when I was starting out. Somebody helped me or I never would've gotten as far as I have."
"I'd be willing to do anything," the girl said, her big eyes radiating earnestness, eagerness.
The temptation was too great for Lana. She realized that the forbidden fruit was within her reach; she just had to sample it.
"Do you really mean that?" she asked.
"Of course!" Belinda said.
Lana gave her a hard look. She knew she was taking a risk by approaching another girl, knew that her chances of being repulsed and then exposed were a lot worse. She knew the risk and, after seeing what the girl had to offer, decided that it was well worth it.
"Then come on with me," she said. "Let's go someplace where we can TALK."
"What's wrong with here?" Belinda asked.
"Someplace private," Lana said, waving the girl to follow after her.
As the redhead walked across the yard to the stable, she began to wonder if she really knew how to handle the situation, how to seduce another girl. She decided that she'd just go along with the flow, that she'd do what came natural. She opened the door of the nearest empty stall and looked inside. It was empty and there was fresh straw on the floor.
"In here," she said, slipping through the doorway.
When the girl followed, Lana told her to close the door.
"Gee, what's so secret?" Belinda asked, her eyes twinkling merrily.
Lana ignored her question. "You said you'd be willing to do anything to get a break?"
"Sure! Anything at all. I'd scrub floors, wash windows, anything."
"That isn't the sort of thing I had in mind," she said, moving a little closer to the girl.
"What, then? It doesn't matter. I'll do anything."
"First of all," Lana said, "I want you to know that I really CAN help you. I can guarantee that you'll get mounts, even though you're at the bottom of the list."
"Really?!"
Lana nodded. "In order to do it, I have to call in favors that I'm owed, favors from the other regular jockeys. Those favors DON'T come cheap. Before I agree to help a new jockey I have to know that he or she will cooperate."
"I don't understand," Belinda said.
Lana reached up and casually took hold of the collar of her skirt, feeling the material. "Nice," she said. When she let go of the cloth, she let her hand stray to Belinda's shoulder, where it stayed.
"What do you mean by 'cooperate'?"
"Just give and take," Lana said, massaging the girl's shoulder. The feel of her skin under the cloth, warm and super smooth, made her pulse start to pound.
"I still don't get it."
Lana pressed her hand flat against the girl's shoulder, then, slowly, slipped it down over her collarbone, down until she held Belinda's firm breast against her palm. As the heel of her hand slipped over the peak of the Indian girl's tit, Lana could feel the hot, hard nipple.
Belinda was so shocked by the lewd, intimate caress that she just stood there, her lovely mouth agape.
Lana took advantage of the girl's astonishment to greedily fondle the round breast, to massage it with a firm, yet gentle touch.
"Oh!" Belinda gasped. "Oh, no!! Stop!!" She jumped back out of reach of Lana's caressing fingers. Under the smooth lightly tinted skin of her cheeks, roses bloomed. Under the material over her right breast, something hard poked out.
The girl's initial reaction reminded Lana of how she'd felt that first time, when Juan came on to her. She remembered that in the end she'd begged him to take her. She didn't want to wait until the girl came round, though. She wanted her firm, sleek body immediately.
"What's wrong?" she asked, as if she'd done nothing out of the ordinary.
"You know what you did! It was nasty! You're not supposed to do that!!"
Lana smirked at her. "It felt good, didn't it?" she said. "I know it felt good to me. Why don't you let me do it some more? I know how to make it feel even better."
As the redhead advanced, the girl retreated, right back up against the stall wall. Lana cornered her.
"Please, please, this isn't right," Belinda protested. "I don't want to."
The girl said "no," but her nipple said "yes."
"Look," Lana said softly, "I don't want to attack you. I want you to want it, too. I think you do. I can feel it. You can feel it, too, can't you?"
The big black eyes darted to the left, then the right, frantically seeking some kind of escape route. There was none.
"I'm not a lesbian!" Belinda protested. "I don't want you to touch me!!"
"I'm not a lesbian, either," Lana told her. "I'm just curious. It's all right for a girl to be curious, isn't it?"
The redhead decided to change her tactics. Instead of trying to get her hands back on Belinda's tits, she reached down and took hold of the girl's wrist and raised it towards her own chest.
"You're curious, aren't you?" she said, pulling down the top of her tube top, spilling her pink tipped breasts out into the light. She put the girl's hand right on her tits. At first, Belinda struggled a bit, trying to pull back, but as Lana persisted, speaking softly, reassuringly to her, holding her hand on top, rubbing the girl's fingers over her tautening nipple, the struggles ceased.
"Pinch it, go on," she urged, shivering when the girl ob-eyed, catching her nipple between thumb and forefinger and giving it a hard tweak.
"Oh! Oh, my!" Belinda moaned, her hand moving without help, massaging the resilient. liquid filled globes.
"You do that very nicely," Lana said, reaching up and taking hold of the front of the girl's cowboy shirt. She carefully unsnapped the rest of the snaps, opening the shirt of the waist, then slipping her hand inside. She nearly orgasmed, then and there. Belinda's skin was like the finest silk and so hot to the touch. Lana scooped up her bare breast and milked it, mashing the hard nipple bud into her palm. It felt like the fat stub was burning right into her flesh; it made her whole body numb with longing.
"Huhh, uhhuhh," the girl breathed heavily, fascinated by the movement of Lana's tits under her fingers. Every once in a while, when the redhead would give her nipples a twist, her heavy lashes would flutter and she would give a little gasp of pleasure.
"You're getting excited," Lana said, pulling the tail of the shirt out of her jeans. "I can tell."
Belinda just shivered, raising her other hand to Lana's left breast and squeezing it, too.
Lana forced her to let go long enough to peel the shirt off her. The black-haired girl stood there, naked to the waist, her breasts upthrusting, capped with inch long brown buds, her ribcage sleek, heaving with her arousal.
"I want to kiss them," Lana said, lowering her head. She put her hand under Belinda's tit, lifting it slightly, then popped the hot, sweetly scented nubbin into her mouth.
"OH!!" Belinda moaned, her hands fluttering over Lana's shoulders, stroking her neck. The girl was no longer standing straight up, but was leaning back against the wall.
Lana pulled the nipple deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue over it, nursing on it hungrily. She did the same to the other nipple, giving it a little nip for good measure.
At the feel of sharp teeth on her tender bud, the girl moaned and moved and her movement was more telling of her state of mind than anything that had gone on before. Belinda thrust her hips forward, bringing the wide mound between her legs in contact with the top of Lana's thigh.
Lana did not wait for a further invitation. She pressed her body against the smaller girl's forcing her back against the wall, forcing her own thigh to slip between Belinda's.
"OHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" the girl whimpered as Lana started simultaneously biting her nipples and sliding her thigh up and down over her mound.
Lana could feel the heat billowing out between Belinda's legs. It was almost as devastating as the heat raging up between hers. She let go of the girl's nipples and kissed her way up over the silky skin of her chest, up along the inside of her throat. And then they were looking into each other's eyes, their lips inches apart.
Lana could see the vulnerability in (Belinda's face, the vulnerability and the need. She pressed her open mouth against the smaller girl's, thrusting her tongue between the girl's teeth, lashing it about over her tongue.
Belinda whined and whimpered, but she kissed back. She began sucking gently on Lana's tongue, the hot ring of her lips sliding up and down her lewdly thrusting tool like it was a cock.
When Lana finally pulled back, the both of them were breathless.
"I told you, you'd like it," the redhead said, digging her knee into the well-padded fork.
Belinda gasped as her hips flipped, driving the meat of her crotch into the obscenely rubbing leg.
"It's all right," Lana said, reaching down between them, unbuttoning the girl's jeans. "There's nothing to worry about. It's going to be wonderful, you'll see."
The black -haired girl closed her eyes. She looked as if she was going to break into tears at any second, but she made no move to stop Lana from not only undoing her jeans, but from working them down over her flaring hips, from wadding them up around her knees, exposing her tiny green bikini panties.
Lana put the flat of her hand to the girl's trembling tummy, gently stroking it in ever widening circles. It took a million years for her to get her hand where she wanted it, a million slow, tender caresses as she worked her hand lower and lower until her fingers closed on the wide mound between Belinda's thighs. The redhead's fingers were shaking as she gripped the hot hummock, as she felt the heavy moisture that had made the panties sopping wet.
"Oh!!" Belinda gasped grabbing Lana's hand by the wrist.
Lana didn't stop, even though the girl dug her fingernails into her wrist. She worked her fingertips down over the summit of her cunt, down over the searing lips. Her panties were even wetter there and when Lana squeezed, she could feel the slippery petals smooch apart under the flimsy crotch band.
"I want it," Lana wheezed, licking at the corners of Belinda's mouth. "I want to kiss it, to suck it. I want to drive you crazy."
Suddenly, the girl's hand was no longer trying to push Lana's away; it was pulling it into her crotch, forcing her fingertips to dig into the warm, wet flesh. And the sweet, pungent scent of her arousal wafted up between their bellies. At the first whiff, Lana's mouth began to fill with hot drool.
She took her hand from between Belinda's thighs and slipped her fingertips inside the waistband of her panties. In one, swift movement, she thrust her hand down into the front of the girls fork, her fingers sliding over the soft, thick hairs, curling over the summit of her mound, clutching at the bare, sticky meat of her cunt.
"OH!!" Belinda wailed, her hips churning, jamming hot pussy against hot, probing fingers.
Lana fumbled with the girl's labia. Her cuntlips were very puffy, yet tight and it took some doing to find the mouth of her channel. When she did, however, the redhead wasted no time. She slipped her middle finger right up into the slippery passage, flicking the oily marble of Belinda's clitoris.
"OH! OH! OH!" the girl gasped, her cries punctuating Lana's clit flicks.
"I'm going to eat you," Lana murmured, her lips grazing Belinda's. "And you're going to eat me."
Despite her passion, the girl seemed to stiffen, to cringe at the thought of pressing her mouth to another woman's vagina. Lana would not let her get away with that. She twiddled the hard clitoris unmercifully, knocking it back and forth like a tiny punching bag.
"You want to kiss me there, don't you?" Lana wheezed.
Belinda's eyelids fluttered shut. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. Lana could not let the pointy pink tip go untouched. She mashed her mouth against Belinda's catching the tongue tip between her lips.
"Uhhhh," the black -haired girl groaned as the larger woman sucked her tongue right out of her mouth.
Lana could feel the girl giving in to the sensation. Her thighs were spreading wider and wider apart, allowing Lana to push her finger even deeper in her wet cunt, allowing her to slide a second fingertip in under the sticky orifice, up along the super-smooth band of skin that separated pussy from anus. When Lana poked at the girl's pore, she came all unglued. Belinda's hips started churning, fucking into the stabbing finger and she thrust her tongue deep into the redhead's mouth, as if trying to strangle her to death with it.
Lana knew the time was right. She slowly slipped to the straw, pulling the panting girl down with her. Once she had Belinda down on her back, she quickly stripped off the girl's clothing.
"Ooooooh, " Belinda moaned, as Lana pushed her thighs wide apart, as she stared down into the gooey red gash of her cunt. Every soft black hair was plastered to her sex by the copious juice.
Lana had to have it, but she wanted the girl to go first. She wanted to exert her authority. She tore off her clothes and threw her nude body down on Belinda's. Their nipples teased over each other, their breasts bobbled together, their bellies, their wet loins touched. The feeling was awesome.
Lana caught hold of Belinda's wrists and lifted her arms above her head, pinning them to the straw. Then the redhead began rubbing her naked cunt against the smaller girl's super silky thigh. After the second circuit, Belinda's leg was wet, gleaming with a snail's trail of musky lubricant, from hip to knee.
"God!" the black -haired girl gasped. She could feel the lips of Lana's cunt smooching apart, sucking at her skin. Unbidden, she began to move her leg, to rub it incitefully against the hot pussy.
Lana dry humped the girl until she thought she'd go mad. The two of them were thrashing about, mashing cunt to cunt, clit to clit, like a pair of minks in heat. When she could no longer bear the tension, she lifted herself up, holding her legs lewdly splayed, dragging the wet ruff of her pubic hairs, the super-heated lips of her pussy up over Belinda's mound, over her silky tummy, her tits. Lana hunkered directly over the girl's upturned face, her hot and stinky pussy a scant three inches from her nose.
Belinda groaned as she gazed into those ragged petals, as she inhaled the keen, foxy stink of aroused pussy. She knew what was to come.
"Kiss me, lover," Lana cooed, moving her cunt closer, actually brushing the girl's nose, her lips with the sticky petals, the wet hairs.
Belinda's eyelids fluttered, her nostrils dilated, her mouth opened.
"Lick me," Lana said, swiveling her hips, bringing her cunt to bear on the girl's face once again. This time, Belinda extended her tongue and tentatively lapped at the hot gash.
"Ohh!" the girl moaned as the hot buttery feel, the stark flavor of cunt exploded in her mouth.
Lana wanted to be tongued much more than that Such faint pleasures were nothing but infuriating. She sort of hopped forward, planting her cunt full on the gasping girl's mouth, grinding her hips, rubbing the sticky petals all over.
To her credit, Belinda responded at once, stabbing her tongue up into the hot folds, snorting and moaning like a hog at trough.
Lana reached down and picked the interfering flaps out of the way, guiding the tip of her tongue right up her cunt As soon as the girl had her spitted, Lana commenced to hump into her face, fucking the extended tongue like it was a tiny cock. Belinda made her tongue roll about wildly inside the redhead's cunt, sucking up the sweetly perfumed juices that gushed into her eager mouth.
Lana reached back, sliding her hand into Belinda's crotch. The girl instantly locked her legs about the groping hand and started humping against it, forcing her sloppy wet cunt to slide all over it.
That was more than Lana could handle. She had to taste the Indian girl, had to suck her pussy. She hopped off of Belinda's face and turned, straddling her head, facing the girl's splayed thighs. Then she simultaneously lowered her cunt back down on Belinda's open mouth and her own mouth down on the girl's sticky cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmm!!!" Belinda crooned, lifting her knees as soon as she felt the redhead's hot breath on her tender parts. The Indian girl jammed her tongue back into Lana's cunt and the tip of her nose into her tight anus.
Lana could hardly feel the tongue in her pussy. She was totally overwhelmed by the wet cunt under her lips. Never had she kissed anything half so sweet, so hot. She planted kiss after kiss up and down the yawning slit, smearing the viscous juice over her nose, her mouth, cheeks and chin. And then the smell, the feel was too much and she threw her open mouth down on the angry flesh, sucking great hunks of labia up into her mouth, stabbing her tongue into the seething cleft, right up into Belinda's tight cunt.
The two of them traded tongue stab for tongue stab, their hips bobbing, hunching into the deeply probing lunges, their pussies giving out with much wet sputtering, much slippery juice.
Lana fitted her fingers to the tightly clenched buns under her nose, spreading them. From a distance of about two inches, while she madly tongued and sucked cunt, she stared at Belinda's tiny brown pore. The temptation was too great. In a blink, she ripped her mouth from cunt and planted it on anus, and her tongue was digging into the hotly yielding ring, boring right up into the girl's ass.
Belinda let out a muffled yowl and started fucking in earnest, making Lana's tongue fly in and out of her ass. Her gyrations were so wild that Lana was hard pressed to maintain the tongue to anus contact they both craved.
Every flick of Lana's tongue brought Belinda stumbling closer to the brink of orgasm. She was determined not to go over the edge alone. She reached up and caught hold of Lana's madly bouncing buttocks, prying them open. Shifting her head abruptly, she slipped her tongue from the redhead's pussy and jammed it right up her ass.
"UHHHHHH!!!" Lana squealed as the crazy, spineless cock wriggled up into her bowels.
Then all hell broke loose.
Belinda's cunt went into near-terminal spasm directly under Lana's chin. And her anus began clutching frantically at the root of Lana's tongue, as if trying to rip it out by the roots.
The sensation of the rubbery passage clasping. of the cunt sputtering and fuming, of the hot little tongue reaming out her own pore, was too much for Lana. She gave up the ghost. Joy exploded in her cunt. And her ass closed down on Belinda's tongue with a vengeance, wringing out the tiny tool, until the girl bawled for mercy.
There was no mercy for either of the women, though. Both continued to thrash, to squirm out their pleasure until they were totally spent. They collapsed in a mouth to cunt, sixty nine position, panting like sprinters.
It was Lana who recovered first. She shifted her bottom lasciviously, rubbing her cum cunt into the girl's face, as she buried her face in the black-haired crotch, biting at the fat cuntal lips.
"Oh!! Oww!!" Belinda cried, breaking into a mad fit of giggling. She planted a hard, wet kiss right on Lana's anus.
Then the two of them rolled apart.
"What did I tell you?" Lana said, beaming at the girl.
"It was fantastic!" Belinda said, crawling across the straw, laying her head across Lana's out flung thigh.
"Yeah," the redhead, a dreamy expression slipping over her face. She stroked the long, silky black hair that cascaded over Belinda's shoulders.
"I've never done that with a girl before," Belinda said, snuggling up against her, nuzzling her face into the damp red fur.
"Me, either," Lana said.
"You like me, don't you?"
Lana patted her on the head. "Sure. I more than like you. I'm crazy about you."
Belinda smiled. "Then you're still going to help me find mounts?"
Lana looked down at the eagerness on the girl's face, the guilelessness. A warm, cozy feeling swallowed her up. She felt toasty clear down to her toes. Belinda was a gorgeous girl ... and so willing! Some people, she decided, were just worthy of help.
"Sure, I will," Lana said, her hand sliding down to cup the back of Belinda's head. She gently pushed the girl's face deeper into her crotch. At once, she felt the marvelous, hot, wet sensation of a tongue being applied passionately to the lips of her cunt, a tongue slipping down, digging into her slit, its tip flicking teasingly at her hard clitoris.
"Sure, I will," Lana said, her eyelids fluttering shut.
