When she arrived at the racetrack wearing mod denim pants that grabbed her lush behind, a print blouse, and a floppy-brimmed hat to protect her from the sun, Linda Thompkins was the picture of youthful smartness and sophistication. If one were to have looked a bit closer, he would have noted a troubled quality about her brown eyes, which were naively. wide. Linda's voluptuous butt was a deceptive feature, suggesting to men that she was a srxpot, wbaa in reality she was a very proper girl... or trying hard to be.
The trying had been difficult last night, with her brother asleep on the couch in the next room and the door unlocked in between. Linda had lain awake for much of the night, her body tensely atingle.
"Hal!" she had exclaimed happily when he had appeared at her apartment a few hours earlier. "I can hardly believe you're really home to stay!" She had meant their parents' home, which was in a nearby. town. Linda had declared her independence a few months before, feeling she was old enough to be on her own.
"You'd better believe it, baby sis," Hal replied, wrapping his arms about her. As he gave her a warm kiss on the lips, a hand slid down to pat her tempting, springy-firm bottom.
She pushed away. "Hal, you mustn't do that! We're both a lot older now;"
"Oh, sure!" he scoffed. "You're nineteen and I'm twenty-one. That makes us a couple of old squares, I suppose."
"Well, maybe I am a square," the slender, brown-haired girl said defensively. "But I like to think I'm decent."
The husky fellow's. eyes sparkled. "So what's indecent about a little fooling around between a guy and his best girl?"
"That's just the trouble, Hal- I'm not your best girl. I'm your sister!"
"Before I joined the service, you were the only girl I had, and I was your only guy."
You were seventeen, and I was just fifteen then - barely into high school."
Hal's handsome, aggressive features took on a suspicious cast. "You've got somebody else, huh?"
Linda looked away. "No," she said softly. "There's never been anyone but you."
"Then for God's sake, baby...!" Hal tried to draw her into his arms once more, but she pulled away and ran into the bedroom of her small apartment the only place where she could take refuge.
She tried to shut the door on her brother's advance, but he swung it wide open, forcing 'er to back up. She lost her balance and tumbled onto the bed.
Linda's thoughts swirled giddily back in time to the first occasion when she had, been in bed with Hal. It was at their parents' home, and they were still, only children, really. Their folks were out that evening, and Hal had sneaked into her room.
They began by playing, but both knew there was more to it than that, right from the start. Wearing only his stretchy shorts, Hal slithered under the covers next to his baby sister. As she laughed and squirmed against him, he began running his hands up and down her adolescent, body, feeling the ripe, youthful bulges of her buttocks and breasts. Strange excitement coursed through her. When she felt a hardness at Hal's front, poking against her stomach, she was shocked.
"What's the matter with you?" she demanded, instantly serious, and she pushed away from him.
"What do you mean," he asked, blinking.
"That... that hard thing!"
"You mean this?" Hal asked, stripping the covers down and showing off his teenaged cock, which had pushed out through the fly of his jockey shorts and was standing almost straight up against his belly.
"Ooh, my goodness!" Linda exclaimed, staring at. the polelike appendage which had a bluish-pink knob at its end.
"Didn't you ever see one of these before?" her brother asked, clutching his dick and waggling the springy organ to and from.
"No, of course not!..
"Well, it's time you did!" Hal said brashly. He had been out with some friends that night," and they'd had a few beers. He was feeling homier and bolder than ever before.
Linda couldn't take her eyes off his amazing stuck-up cock, She knew what it was called and what it was used for.
"Here, put your hand around it," Hal said, and clutched one of her hands in his. She tried to resist, but that proved impossible, and the strong seventeen year-old succeeded in wrapping her girlish hand around his prick, which throbbed delightedly.
"Ooooh, it's so haaard... like rock!" she exclaimed. "But it's very warm, too."
"You'd better believe it's warm," Hal said. "It's the hottest part of me."
"I shouldn't be touching it," Linda replied, shifting her fingers experimentally on the column, which seemed like iron sheathed in satin.
"Sure you should!" Hal encouraged, his voice husking up. "Stroke your hand up and down on it."
Linda did so, and thrilled all the more. Her brother was becoming wildly excited.
"I want to see what you've got," he said, tugging at the buttons on her pajamas.
The fifteen year-old was so confused and worked up that she wasn't able to stop him. He opened her pajama jacket wide and stared at her cupcake-sized breasts.
"Wowwww!" he said, breathing warmly, and his hands crept around the shapely, firm mounds. They were exquisitely smooth and, pale with small, rigid nipples that were the color of baby roses.
Linda thrilled as Hal squeezed her firm tits. When he began playing with her nipples, she became even more excited. She writhed, not sure what she wanted, anti fearing what Hal might do next. But his hands felt so very good to her that she let him go on.
He unsnapped the bottom part of her pajamas and pulled them off.
'"Heyyy, you've got hair on your pussy!" he exclaimed, grinning.
"Of course, silly!" she said, breathing hard, her face flushed. "But don't use... dirty words."
"I've seen pictures of grown-up women's twats, and I knew they had hair on them," Hal said, "but I didn't know younggirls had hair, too."
"Well, you've got hair around your... your... thing!" Linda retorted, nothing the brown wisps that curled out of his briefs, next to the base of his shaft.
"Know what my thing is called?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.
"I know. But I won't say it."
"Why not?"
"Because that's dirty! Only bad girls talk that way."
"Let me see your pussy better," Hal requested. "Here, let's get your legs open."
Linda felt both thrilled and embarrassed when her brother forced her smooth, tapering legs apart and gazed at the puffy little slit that lurked between them, lined by silken wisps of light-brown hair. Her young, virginal twat was so tight that the outer lips didn't spread an iota, so there was no moistness or pinkness to be seen.
Her fissure enticed Hal, and he rubbed a thumb against it.
"Ooooooh!" Linda said, squirming. "That makes me feel funny!"
"Good funny or bad funny?" Hal asked, still rubbing her pussy, causing the outer lips to wiggle a.bit.
"Good!" Linda exclaimed. "But we... shouldn't...!"
Hal dug his thumb-tip into her plushy little crease and stretched a cuntal lip open. Baby pinkness gleamed at him.
"Oooh, wowwwwwww!" he breathed huskily, and swung to a kneeling position between his sister's thighs.
"Hal, what are you going to doooooo?" she asked fearfully as she gazed at his upthrust cock.
He didn't reply beer and lust driving him on. He used both thumbs to spread his sister's hairy labia as far apart as they would go. The wiggly damp flesh within, which was so lusciously pink, made his pecker throb harder than ever. His throat became tight, and his blood rushed.
He knew he would have to screw his baby sister... then and there! Linda was bewildered by all that had happened and which was threatened, though she had only a vague idea of what that might be. She had heard the naughty girls at school talk about "fucking," and she knew that a boy stuck his cock into a girl when they did it. But she had no idea of how it would feel or just how it worked. She did know that brothers weren't supposed to do it to their sisters.
"Hal, you'd better stop this right now!" she said, breathing hard.
"I can't stop!!" he husked, and fell forward atop her.
Linda gasped and squirmed. She tried to push Hal off. But her efforts proved futile against his overwhelming.strength, and she felt the rigid prod of his penis against her most sensitive and vulnerable spot..
Pain flared in her loins as he pushed for entry into her sealed channel. She cried out. But there was no stopping the lustful youth by that time, and he con tinued pushing his lance-like prick into his baby sister, ripping her maidenhead and lodging his throbbing hard-on in her tight, warm pussy.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" she moaned, for her torn membrane still hurt, and Hal felt uncomfortably huge inside her. She was frightened and dismayed. Hal didn't know much about sex than she did, but instinct told him to thrust in and out of his sister's clutching slippery cunt. As he did so, she quickly learned that the uncomfortable fullness - even the soreness at her pussy's mouth - weren't as important as the luscious waves of pleasure she received.
She gasped, and her cries of anguish softened into coos of delight as she writhed against her brother's hunching form. Her hips soon took up the rhythm,, and she found that she could intensify her pleasure by pushing when Hal pushed and grinding her do cunt around him.
Brother and sister fucked blissfully. Linda's excitement intensified. She lifted her bare legs and flexed them in the air as Hal drove his wonderfully stiff cock harder and faster into her clutching pussy.
She felt as if she were approaching some bug and shattering sensation, though she didn't know what it would be. She pushed and ground her cunt more heatedly around Hal's stroking rod.
Suddenly he jerked inside her and caught his breath. She felt something wet and warm spurt rigorously into her, and she melted in a burst of bliss that radiated completely through her body. Her hips twitched of their own accord, and her legs dropped to the mattress. Hal gave his last spurt within her and lay still, atop her nubile form.
She felt strangely peaceful and satisfied, in a physical way. But mentally she was more troubled than ever; and very ashamed.
"Hal, that wasawful!" she exclaimed. "We shouldn't have done it!"
"What do you mean?" the lad groaned in gratification. "It was terrific!"
They did it a number of times during the months that followed; until Hal was graduated from high school and joined the Army. Each time thrilled Linda more, until she got so she enjoyed it tremendously. But the shame increased along with her enjoyment; she couldn't seem to shake that.
Hal was sent to Germany and was rarely able to come home on leave. When he did so, it was impossible for Linda and himto' get together, with their parents and other relatives about. That suited the girl, because she had vowed never to do it with her brother again. As she had grown older, she had come to realize more and more acutely how society frowned on sex between a brother and sister. Her sense of guilt over their past acts was overwhelming, and her only relief lay in the firm promise she had made to herself that she would never engage in such wickedness again.
Now that Hal was out of the Army and visiting her in her own apartment, the issue as thrust before her for the first time in years.
She fought Hal fiercely as he sought to pin her against the bed. Her bare legs flailed, causing her skirt to ruck to her middle. Hal got a hand onto her dingy silk pants.
"Hey, you've fleshed out down here!" he said apreciatively as he stroked her delightful bottom and brought his hand forward between her legs.
Linda summoned up all her strength and slapped him stingingly across the face. He sat up, clutching his cheek.
"You really mean it, don't you?" he said, staring down at her. "You don't want to do it with me any more."
"That's right, Hal!" she exclaimed, yanking her skirt down. "Now, please let's not ruin your homecoming by fighting."
"Okay, sis." He backed off the bed and turned away to hide the protrusion at the front of his trousers. I don't need to fight. for it, anyway. One thing I learned, while I was in the service, was that pussy is easy to get."
"Ooh?" Linda sat up, blushing. "You got a lot overseas?"
He turned to face her, composed and grinning. "Baby, Germany is something else! The girls over there are fantastic!"
"I see." Linda looked down.
"And from all I've. heard," Hal went on, "it's not hard to pick up some action here, either."
"Oh, I suppose there are lots of girls who will do it," his sister said.
"It's just that... well, I remember the great times we had." Hal took a step closer to her and continued tenderly, "You were the sweetest, baby - really sweet and innocent. And we got along damned good. I could teach you a lot more things now, really show you a great time!"
Linda blushed stronger. "Well, I'm not interested! I'm not interested in any boys!"
She got off the bed and walked to the window, which looked down on a tree-lined suburban street.
Hal admired her well-shaped ass and the smoothness of her legs. "You don't have a boyfriend, hm?"
"There must be guys around that you like."
"I told you, I'm not interested!" she said heatedly.
"Okay... okay." Hal moved up behind her. "Look, as long as we understand each other, and we've got an agreement, there isn't any reason why I shouldn't move in with you. I can sleep on the living room couch."
Linda whirled to face him. "Hal, that won't work!"
His eyes twinkled. "Why? Don't you trust yourself?"
"Of course, I do!"
"Then what's the problem?"
"Well, it... it just wouldn't look right. I do have girl friends, you know."
"What looks wrong :about a brother and sister living together? That happens all the time, and nobody thinks anything about it."
"Well... "
"You know; there's a special reason why I'd like to stay here, close to California Park."
"The racetrack?"
Hal nodded, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "I learned lots of things in the service, one of them was how to beat the races. There was this guy who worked out a system. Baby, it's fool proof! He showed me the whole thing in black and white. I've got my musteringout pay, and the races are a perfect way to run it up into something big!"
"Oooh, Hal...!" Linda scoffed. "You can't beat the races!"
"How do you know?" he shot back. "You've never even thought about it."
"Sure, but it's gambling! Everybody knows that gamblers always go broke."
"Smart gamblers don't," Hal said. "Like I said, this system works! The guy I knew had proved it on paper!"
"On paper maybe, but... "
"No buts! Can I stay here while I prove it at the track? You can come with me. You're on vacation from your job now, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Well, how would you like it if I told you that you'd never have to go back to work? Once I get this thing clicking... " Linda stared at him. The idea of spending a few afternoons at the racetrack appealed to her. She had gone several times with her father, when she was living at home, and she had thrilled with him as he had made small wagers and they had watched the horses run. He usually had come away a loser, but he had only gone for fun, anyway.
"Hal, I'm afraid you're in for a big disappointment," Linda said.
He drew her into his arms, in a more brotherly way this time, and looked deply into her brown eyes. "I've had my disappointment," he said gently, "when you told me we couldn't make love any more. At the race track, it's gonna be success all the way!"
"I hope you're right," Linda found herself saying.
"Then I can stay here and you'll go to the track with me?"
"All right, Hal, if you want."
He kissed her, and she thrilled, even though the kiss was a modest one, like any brother might give his sister. Linda felt a fresh wave of shame. As she broke away from Hal, it was at the tip of her tongue to tell him that the arrangement was no good after all. But something kept her from saying it.
Flashing before her mind's eye was a remembered vision of her brother An the nude, his strong, young cock sticking up. The image merged into a motion picture, and she watched him climb atop her, settling between her thighs...
Oh, no! she thought. We mustn't ever do that again.
She turned quickly away, not wanting Hal to read the anguish on her face - the hunger to do the unthinkable, to feel his hard penis once again between her soft legs.
CHAPTER TWO
"Let `s go around to the paddock," Linda said "I always liked to do that with Daddy and watch the jockeys mount up... "
"No chance," Hal replied as they stood in front of the grandstand. He was nervously comparing his program to the lighted numbers on the big board across the track. "I've got to stay here where I can watch the odds. They're an important part of the system, you know."
"Then I'll go to the paddock alone. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Linda left her brother, appreciating the opportunity to demonstrate that she was no longer the bossable baby sister of their childhood days.
As she threaded her way through the crowd on the racetrack ramp, her buttocks twisted suggestively in her tight pants. The lines of her bikini briefs showed through, making it easy for men to imagine her outer garment away and visualize her in just the silk undies, her rounded assflesh quivering as her buttocks rubbed sensuously together.
Front-on observers were tempted by Linda's titties which, while not particularly large, were shapely and had the quivery firmness of molded jello. She wore a light bra, which permitted her rigid nipples to impress themselves on her clingy blouse.
Linda thought she remembered how to get to the paddock, which was next to the club house. But in the jostling crowd, she took a wrong turn and an, unfamiliar exit, not noticing the chain-link gate which had negligently been left open. She looked around. The crowd had thinned out, and thestable area lay ahead.
Thinking that she could reach the paddock by following a path which led along the barns, Linda set out. She was alone In the distance she could hear the track's public address system, announcing over-weights and jockey changes. Closer to her were the sounds of horses neighing and stamping their feet in their stalls.
"We've got to make it fast!" a girl's voice suddenly came to her. "I'm riding in the first, you know."
Linda stopped and held her breath.
"You're gonna ride me first, babe," a man replied, "If you want any more mounts from this stable."
"All right... all right," the girl said. "Let me get my britches off."
"Take off your shirt, too. I want to see them cute little tits."
Linda was shocked. She knew she should hurry on, but the realization that sex was taking place right there at the track, just a few steps away from the crowd, fascinated her.
The voices had to be coming from behind a pile of hay beside her, Linda concluded. Responding to. an impulse, she crept to the edge of the haystack and peeked around it. A petite blonde girl lay against the hay, and a lanky male bent over her, pulling off her white riding pants. Underneath she wore a matching bikini. She was wriggling out of her colorful silk shirt, which bore the insignia of the stable for which she was about to ride. Her jockey's hat lay on the hay, next to her.
Linda's heart pounded. She had never seen people having sex before, and she couldn't resist watching for a few moments.
The girl jockey's breasts were conical and quivery, with rigid pink nipples at their crests. As the man pulled her bikini briefs away, Linda saw that the fluff at the girl's loins matched the hair on her head, which was about the color of the straw on which she lay.
The man, who was about twice her age, straightened up. Linda had a perfect side view of him as he stripped down his jeans, exposing a cock that looked like a salami as it curved downward in front of pendulous, hairy balls.
"Well, get it up!" the girl exhorted. "Man, I've gotta ride!"
"How about you gettin' it up for me?" he responded, and flopped onto his back in the hay, beside her.
She turned toward him and clutched his meaty penis. Linda was amazed as the girl jockey bowed to the man's cock and began licking it. Her glistening pink tongue swirled sensuously around his bluish bulb, then fluttered against it, bobbling the knob stop its supple stem. She took several quick sucks at the tip of his organ, then let her o-shaped lips crawl farther around it, the o getting wider as his entire bulging cockhead glided into her mounth. She locked her encircling lips in the groove just behind his,glans.
Linda was revolted as the blonde girl began to suck the man's filthy cock, her cheeks hollowing rhythmically. Her head pumped, her widely stretched lips stroking up and down on the man's shaft, which suddenly had stiffened up... and taken on added length, as well.
His cock had turned into a huge, fearsome thing - larger than Hal's, as Linda remembered it from their high school days.
Her blood throbbed and her throat turned dry as the girl jockey gave her patron an energetic blow job. He writhed in the hay, a tense grin on his swarthy face, as he watched as well as felt the delight of her sucking, gliding lips and lapping tongue.
Finally the girl straightened up, releasing his gleaming, fat glans which looked to Linda about the size of a small fist. She didn't see how the small girl could have taken it so deeply into her mouth, along with about half the man's shaft, as well. Mori pointedly, she didn't see how the girl could have; tolerated the taste of the thing, which had to ht awful, Linda assumed.
The jockey crawled forward, straddling the reclining man as if he were a horse. One part of him was definitely horselike, Linda observed, as the girl rider held his huge prick straight up and fitted the bulging wet head of it into the slit between her thighs. She let herself down slowly on his cock, taking the whole thing inside her, and he let out a raspy sigh.
"Shit, you're something else, Sally!" he said. "You've got the tightest twat at the track."
"And you've got the biggest dick, you son of a bitch!" the girl retorted as she began to wiggle her hips and pump up and down on the man.
Linda stared with wide eyes and open mouth. She tingled as blood, rushed into the lips of her delicate cunt, dilating them. An embarrassing moisture began to dribble onto the pristine crotch of her panties.
The man in the hay reached up to rub his rough fads. across the quivering breasts of' the girl who as bobbing up and down astride him. He plucked of her stiff 'nipples and twisted them, drawing them put, then letting them snap back.
Linda's own rigid nipples throbbed against the fabric of her bra. She entertained the shameful wish a man were squeezing and twisting them. She imagined that she could feel a big, fat dick going up and down in her small vagina, as the cock of the man in front of her was thrusting into the cunt the gyrating, pistoning jockey.
When Linda realized what she was thinking, she shed the filthy thoughts from her mind. But she kept watching the jockey ride the raw-boned man in the hay.
Sally bobbed faster and faster, her thighs and the lower portions of her cute buttocks slapping against the hairy thighs of the man. He growled and clutched' her, pulling her forwaid and fully down against him. They fucked heatedly as he held her in a bearlike embrace.
"OOOH... OOOOOH... SHIT!" the girl cried, and her lithe hips jerked spastically.
The man was jerking and groaning, obviously emptying his hot sperm into her. They writhed and moaned as he clutched her supple ass.
Linda tottered backward, out of sight around the haystack. She looked shamefully about. No one else was on the path. More flustered than she had been for as long as she could remember, she began running along the raw of barns. Her feet padded noiselessly on the soft path. Her crotch was shockingly wet, and Linda feared that her juice was seeping through her outer pants. She would have to get to a restroom - surely there was one in the stable area, she thought.
She darted between two barns and looked around. Down away, a man was leading a horse in front of the stalls. She saw no one else, and she didn't see a restroom, either.
She was about to go on when voices in the stall next to her made her hesitate. Two men were talking, and one of them said: "You've got that, now? Number 3 has to win the fifth, and number 8 has got to run second. My guys, have a bundle on it, Pedro, so for God's sake hold that favorite of yours back."
"I got to get him up for third, Mr. Thraxton," the other man replied in a Mexican accent. "My stable's got money on the show."
"Okay... third. But if you screw up our exacta, I'll have your hide! I, mean it, Pedro - you won't ride for two months!"
"Sure sure, Mr. Thraxton. Have I ever messed you up before?"
"No, I gotta admit you haven't. That's why I picked this race, cause I knew you'd be on the horse that oughta win it."
"Well, you better get after Corwin, too. His colt could get up there."
"Don't worry about Daddy's Dream. His trainer's with us. After that shot he got a little while ago, he's gonna be so groggy he won't know there's a race on."
"Mr. Thraxton, I'm scared. What if the track vet."
"The vet won't find a trace of the stuff. It's a new drug. You just handle your horse right, and we'll all be counting our money."
"Sure thing, Mr. Thraxton."
Linda backed out from between the barns. Her brain was swirling with what she had just heard and with what she had seen before that. Her panties were still wet, and she remained shamefully aroused.
"Well... hi, baby. What are you doing back here?" It was a young man's voice, from right behind her, and his hand glided forward, underneath her arm. He grasped a firm, jutting breast.
Linda whirled, confronting the long-haired fellow. He grinned insolently.
"How dare you touch me!" she exclaimed, and swung her hand at his face.
Moving quickly as a cat, he grasped her raised arm and the other one, as well. He held them firmly while she squirmed, her titles shaking in her thin blouse.
You didn't answer my question, baby," he said, his blue eyes turning icy. "You don't belong back here, do you?' "I... I was looking for a restroom," Linda explained, frightened.
"Yeah?" The fellow thought that over, then released her arms. "Okay I'll show you where you can find one."
One of the men who had been talking in the next stall - husky, with bushy black hair - appeared at the corner of the barn and stared at Linda. He evidently had heard her and the youth talking.
"You go right down that way," the long-haired lad continued, pointing. "Hang a left, and you'll see a couple of outhouses up against the wall."
"Who's she?" the man with the bushy hair demanded.
"I dunno, Mr. Thraxton. I just found her hanging around. She said she needed to take a piss.".
Linda colored.
Thraxton moved menacingly forward. "Get back to your work, Lenny. The twelve stall has to be cleaned out."
"Yes, sir," the stableboy replied, and hurried away. "Well, I've... uh... got to be going, too," Linda said nervously.
"Not so fast!" Thraxton told her. His eyes were like wet dark olives in a wrinkly, weather-beaten face. "Who sent you back here to spy on me?"
"N-no one!" Linda began backing away.
Thraxton reached for her, and she turned to run down the path, next to the barns. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that he was just standing and staring after her.
She found the crude restrooms and entered the one marked Women. She latched the wooden door and realized that she did have to take a piss, after all. Her nervousness apparently had brought it on.
She quickly unfastened her pants and pushed them down, along with her panties. She noted the moisture on her panty crotch but, thankfully, it hadn't seeped through to her outer garment.
Squatting over the toilet, she peed pleasurably. She thought about what she had heard, concerning the fixed race. That ought to be reported, she concluded, but she didn't know whom to contact.
Linda wiped herself carefully and took another few moments to dab at the crotch of her panties with some tissue. Then she pulled her clothes up and fastened them.
Feeling better, she let herself out of the toilet and looked around. She saw no one.
She continued along the path she had been following before, and it soon intersected with a wide trail that had hoofmarks in the soft dirt. The trail ended at an open gate through which some horses were being led. Beyond the gate was the paddock, where a crowd had gathered.
Linda hurried in that direction, only to. have the gate shut in front of her by the uniformed guard who manned it.
"May, I get out, please?" Linda asked, smiling sweetly.
The white-haired officer looked her over, tickling her titties with his eyes. He stared at her face. "Where'd you come from, miss?"
"I... uh... well, I just sort of got lost, I guess."
"You have a pass to be in the stable area?"
"No. I didn't mean to come back here. That is... "
"Well, I've got to take you to Mr. Klein. He's our security chief." The guard grasped Linda's arm.
"That's all right with me," she replied, "There's something I want to report to him, anyway."
The guard led her to a small office in the basement of the grandstand. The man seated behind a plain wooden desk looked like a toad, with a flabby face and a fat neck that bulged out of his uniform collar.
"She was in the stable area without a pass, Mr. Klein," the elderly guard reported.
"Thanks, Gresham. Get back to your post."
Klein circled his desk, waddling heavily. He stared at Linda.
"Look... " she said, "before you start asking me a lot of dumb questions, I've got something to tell you that's more important. I overheard some men talking about fixing a race."
Klein's watery eyes widened; "No shit!" he said.
"Please!" Linda blushed.
"Sorry." Klein's fat lips twisted in a greasy smile. "Just what did you hear?"
"Well, there were these two men talking in one of .the barns... " Klein perched his well-padded rump on the edge of the desk and looked up and down. Her loins tingled as he appraised the way her sleek pants clung.
"Know who the men were?" he asked.
"Let's see... yes! One of them is named Thraxton,. and the other sounded Mexican or something. I didn't see him, but his name is Pedro. I think he's a jockey."
"Pedro Solis," Klein said, as if to himself.
"They were talking about, the fifth race," Linda went on. `This Pedro was supposed to make sure that his horse didn't win it or come in second... and they mentioned another horse... Daddy's something or other."
"Daddy's Dream?" the security man asked.
"Yes! That one was drugged."
Klein's face split in a broad grin. "Baby you're bullshitting me! Nobody drugs horses here. That's too easy to detect."
"Well, they talked about that," Linda said.. "But Thraxton said it was a new drug that the vet wouldn't know about. And please don't use dirty words!" she added crossly.
"What horse did they say was gonna win the race?"
"Number... ooh, I don't remember. They mentioned two numbers. They were talking about an exacta."
"Let's see your bag," Klein said, reaching for it.
Linda drew back. "Why?"
"I want some ID. I also want to see what you're carrying."
When Linda continued to hesitate, Klein moved quickly for a heavyset man, looping an arm about her waist. He drew her against him and wrestled the purse from her hand. As he held her more closely than necessary, her breasts spread against his bulk. "Let go of me!" she demanded.
"Hey, you're some wildcat!" Klein said huskily, looking into her angry brown eyes. "I'll bet you taste good."
He quickly tilted his head to the side and mashed his flabby mouth against her parted pink lips. She cringed as his slimy tongue forced its way between her lips and between the even ridges of her teeth. He licked deeply into her mouth, his tongue drooling saliva.
Squirming vigorously, Linda pounded her fists against him. But she couldn't force him to slacken his grip around her, and she couldn't dislodge her mouth from his rapacious kiss.
Her outrage increased, and fright was added to it, as she felt hardness gathering at his lower front. His prick prodded her belly as he kept kissing her. His hand glided down to cup a resilient, firm cheek of her ass...
CHAPTER THREE
Bewildered, Linda was forced to submit to the man's lascivious kiss and fondling. Suddenly he pushed her away, and she landed roughly on a wooden chair, the hard surface smacking her tender bottom.
"You're in a lot of trouble, girl!" he announced, and began pawing through her handbag.
"I'm in trouble?" Linda echoed unbelievingly.
"Just wait till I report the way you've treated me!"
Klein seemed disinterested in her threat as he pulled out her. ID and looked at it. "Linda Thompkins, huh? This your present address?"
"Yes! But I don't see... " He jotted her name and address on a pad.
"Well, just let me tell you." Klein's wet eyes glinted. "You were caught in the stable area without a pass, and that's a serious violation of law. Then to cover yourself, you gave me a line of bullshit about a fixed race, slandering Greg Thraxton, a reputable. trainer, and Pedro Solis, one of the top riders at the track."
'`I don't care who they are!" Linda retorted angrily. "I'm only telling you what I heard."
"Well, I don't believe you for a minute. And neither wil anyone else."
"Then just let me get out of here!" Tears sprang Linda's eyes, and she tried to get up.
"Take it easy!" Klein pushed her back into the chair.
She stared up at him, frightened and confused. She had never been in a situation like this before.
A lustful warmth came into Klein's eyes as he stood in front of her. "Your ID says you're nineteen. That means you're an adult in this state. You could, uuh, get out of this spot kind of easy."
"What do you mean?"
"Just be nice to me," Klein said.Linda could scarcely believe her ears.
"Otherwise," the security man went.on, "I'll have to file charges against you. You'll be taken to jail and fingerprinted and... "
"NO!"
"Then get smart," Klein said softly, his eyes twinkling more lewdly than ever.
Linda didn't know what to do. The thought of submitting to the repulsive man nauseated her. She had never been' with anyone but Hal, and that had been four years ago. But she feared that Klein really would send her to jail, and she had no evidence against him or the men who were plotting the fixed race.
Klein leaned forward and helped her to her feet. Her eyes were wide, and her pink lips were parted, as he backed her against the edge of his desk.
"Sit there," he said.
Linda didn't know what he had in mind. She sat on the edge of his desk, trembling: He turned to the chair she had been occupying and drew it up in front of her. 'He sat on it.
"Now just let me slip your pants off," he said.
Her senses reeled. He wanted to do a very nasty thing with her, and she knew what it was. But at least it would be better than letting him shove his awful cock into her body, she thought.
She didn't .actually agree to the degradation. But she was afraid to resist it.
Klein unfastened her pants and drew them down, and she rolled from one buttock to the other, on the edge of his desk, letting him pull the pants out from under her seat. A wave of embarrassment washed over her as the man drew her panties down her legs and off, together with her shoes.
Her shirt hung down and partially hid her white panties with the little pink flowers on them. "You're a mighty pretty girl!" Klein husked, rubbing his fat hands along her firm bare thighs. His hands crawled onto her panties, and his fingers hooked around the top elastic.
"Oooh!" Linda mewed in humiliation.
The man pulled her stretchy silken briefs down -and the puff of delicate light-brown hairs on her mount of Venus came into view. Staring down as his fat hands denuded her, Linda could hardly believe it. She shut her eyes shamefully, her checks glowing red.
Klein took her panties off her toes and tossed them aside. He gripped each of her smooth, dimpled knees and spread them apart.
"Aaaawwwww!" Linda said, her humiliation increasing..
She heard the man wheeze as he stared at herpussy. It was one of the cutest cants he had seen in all his forty-five years. The hairs that lined Linda's snug fissure were sparse and as fine as spun silk. The puffy flesh beneath them was light-beige.
"Slide forward just a little," Klein said, his voice deceptively soft. "Brace your feet on the corners of my chair seat."
"Oooh, noooooh...!" Linda moaned.
Klein took hold of her thighs and drew her forward, so that only the soft bulges of her buttocks remained on the desk. He guided her feet where he. wanted them and swung her knees as far apart as they would go. Then he gripped her underneath her thighs and lifted a bit, rocking her backward. She had to brace her arms against the desk behind her, to keep from falling.
She stared at the ceiling, her mind seeming to do cartwheels. She felt terribly degraded.
Klein stared at her wide-open crotch, which was just inches in front of his face. Beneath her plush pussy, the brownish dimple of her anus, with its converging tiny puckers, was on display.
Breathing harder than ever, he brought his thumbs to the pretty girl's cunt and stretched its praderies open.
"Oooooooooh!" Linda moaned again, as she felt cool air tickle the interior of her damp twat.
Klein visually devoured the succulent pale-pink flesh that he had exposed. Linda's clit was delightfully small, its tip gleaming like a baby pearl. The mouth of her cuntal crevice seemed to throb as. Klein stared at it.
He bent closer and inhaled her girlish scent, which was stronger than usual because of the exciting scene she had observed next to the stables.
Suddenly Klein drove his bull-like head the rest of the way into her defenseless crotch, his mouth smacking damply against her open cunt.
"UUUH!" she exclaimed, shuddering.
The man's tongue penetrated her luscious pussy, sending sensuous throbs coursing through her. She tried to steel her self against the disgraceful pleasure pulses, but had only scant success. Despite her abject humiliation, she turned on.
"Ooooh... Goddd... noooooh!" she panted.
Klein's awful tongue was swabbing along her soft trough, hotly licking the tip of her ditty, stroking her piss-vent, and wetly circling the mouth of her vagina. His oral organ scurried in and out of all her wiggly little folds, activating every nerve ending in her sensitive cunt. He was breathing noisly through his nose, the warm blasts striking the satin slopes of her tilted thighs and stirring the gossamer hairs on her mons. His mouth made the disgusting sounds of a pig at its swill.
Linda's brain reeled more giddily than ever, and her entire body seemed to palpitate like a gigantic exposed nerve. She could feel her pussy flaring against the mans licking tongue and sucking lips. Despite her wish, she pushed her honeypat more firmly against his voracious mouth. His tongue fluttered hotly in and out of her.
"AAAAWWWWWWW!" she bawled, her hips jerking spastically.
Klein quickly got up, knocking her feet off the corners of his chair. She would have slipped to the floor if he hadn't grasped her legs to support her. She was dismayed as he twisted her, flopping her onto her belly -across his desk. She grasped the arms of his swivel chair at the opposite side of the desk.
"NOOOH!" she cried. "YOU CAN'T DOOOOO THAT!"
"The hell I can't!" he snarled, spreading her thighs wide apart.
Her hips hinged at the edge of his desk, her pussy hanging over it. Her voluptuously-shaped buttocks quivered. With Klein pushing against the small of her back, there was no way she could get up, and she couldn't reach him with her arms or legs. All she could do was flop helplessly, like a beached fish, as he ripped open his pants and prepared to rape her.
His small prick stuck out and upward beneath his. big belly, but Linda couldn't see it. She knew what it was when she felt it, however, and she tensed, though her whole hody was throbbing.
Klein knifed into her slippery, slitted flesh, sinking to his entire length within her shocked vagina.
Linda gasped.
Though Klein's prick was of modest size, it felt huge to the girl who hadn't been penetrated in so long. Its cylindrical hardness expanded her channel, its head seeming to be lodged very deep.
Her giddiness had reached such a stage that she felt cut loose, from earth, as if she were tumbling in the trackless.void of space while Klein stroked, buffeting her on the desk top. His clothed front' smacked her bouncy buttocks, his weapon spearing her plundered pussy again and again.
Her degradation was awful. Still, she responded passionately, shaming herself even more. She moaned, as much from dismay over her own response as from the abuse Klein was heaping upon her.
He fucked her harder and faster, clutching her rounded hips with his fat hands. He wiggled her ass. Pinching her rubbery buttocks apart, he gazed at her tight, tiny asshole as he drive-shafted her cunt.
Linda was on the verge of a swoon. Her eyes turned up in .their sockets, and her head lolled crazily. Herhat tumbled off, and her long hair hung down ai~ar "= her face.
Klein's chair skidded away, and her upper body hung free. The blood rushed to:her head as the fat man gave her rear a ruthless brubbing, his prick. jabbing incessantly into her upturned quim.
Her passionate palpitations heightened until she was gasping and flopping on the desk. Her clit was unmercifully rubbed and squeezed by the hard wood, enhancing her shameful delight.
"Noooooh... oooooh... AAAAAHHHGH!" Linda rasped, jerking and coming. Hot waves of ecstasy coursed through her fucked flesh.
Klein spurted inside her, voiding his balls in great gushes which overfilled her small pussy and oozed out around his quivering rod.
"Oooooooooooh!" Linda sighed, going imp. Her entire body felt weightless. Her brain swirled.
Klein drew back, withdrawing his penis from her pink flesh. He watched her pussy softly contract, a whitish glob of sperm hanging at its entrance.
He slapped her ass. "Getup!"
Linda hardly knew if she was afoot or horseback as she pushed herself slowly off the desk and onto shaky legs. Goo dribbled down between her thighs. Her hair was mussed and hanging across her cheeks. She still felt dizzy, and had to clutch the desk to keep from falling.
"Pull your pants on and, get out of here!" Klein said, wiping his cock on his handkerchief before putting the gratified organ away.
"I... I'm so wet and messy!" Linda blurted.
Klein handed her his soiled handkerchief. "Just hurry up. I've got work to do."
Linda wiped herself shamefully, while he watched, then handed the handkerchief back to him. He dropped it into the wastebasket.
"If you tell anybody about this, I'll deny it, of course," he said while she feverishly pulled on her panties. She was sniffling back a sudden rush of tears.
"D-don't worry! I wouldn't... admit such an awful... thing happened!"
"That's good," Klein said. "And you hadn't better say anything about what you think you heard in the stables, either, cause that would just incriminate you for being back there."
Linda didn't care about the fixed race any more. Her shame over-rode everything else.
After pulling her outer pants on and stepping into her shoes, she fixed her hair as best she could, working quickly while she held her compact mirror in a shaky hand.
Klein had sat down behind his desk and was putting his papers in order, which had slid aroundas she lay on them.
"I think you're... horrible!" she said, her eyes flashing.
"Yeah?" Klein chuckled. "Well, I think you're damned good - as a piece of ass!"
She turned and strode from his office, her cheeks blazing. Outside she realized that she had forgotten her hat, but she didn't want to go back for it. She felt badly soiled; her pussy still leaking Klein's awful stuff onto the crotchband of her panties.
Alone in his office, the fat man reached for the phone on a corner of his desk and punched out an extension number. He waited, drumming pudgy fingers on the desk top.
"Is Thraxton around there?" he barked after the extension was answered. He paused, listening. "Yeah? Well, I don't give a shit how busy he is. This is Klein, and I want to see him in my office right away."
Encountering further objections, he snarled, "Tell him he'd better get over here, or I'll nail his ass to the wall. And I can do it."
He slammed up the phone and muttered to .him, self, "I'm gonna get a piece of that fix or know the reason why."
Linda was hurrying through the crowd, drawing curious glances because of the distraught look on her face. Her titties quivered.
"The results of the first race have been declared official!" the voice of the track announcer boomed through the plant.
"Hal?"
He turned to look at his sister as she rushed up behind him on the grandstand ramp.
"Where the hell have you been?" he demanded irritably.
"Oooh, Hal... Hal... " She clung to him, unmindful of the stares of those around them.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he asked, obviously concerned He tried to straighten her so that he could look at her face.
"Something awful happened, but I can't tell you about it," she said, fighting back sobs. "I just... can't!"
Hal squinted as he stared at her, and she turned away, dabbing at her eyes with a hankie.
"Where were you?" he demanded. "What were you doing?"
"I said I can't tell you, and I mean it!"
Her vehemence backed him off. "Okay."
He continued to gaze curiously at her as she gradually brought herself under control.
"Well, I lost the first one," he reported.
"Oh?" Linda tried to get interested. "Was it close?"
"My horse ran dead last," Hal said dismally. "And it was a strong pick, too. Well, my friend said they don't all work out the way you figure."
"I want to go home, Hal."
"Go home? Are you crazy? I've got a big play coming up in the fifth."
"Which horse?" Linda asked.
Hal grinned. "What do you care? You don't know one from another."
"Maybe I know more than you think."
Hal gazed at her more curiously than ever. Finally he said, "I've got to take you some place where we can have a quiet talk."
He grasped her arm and began steering her through the crowd. There was, something about her expression that attracted the special interest of the men who saw her. The less experienced among them didn't quite know what her look conveyed, but the worldly wise knew that she had just been fucked.
Hal wasn't quite that wise himself, since his experience of the last few years had been with German whores, who looked well-fucked all the time. And he couldn't equate his baby sister with them, regardless of what her appearance suggested.
"What horse are you going to play in the fifth, Hal?" Linda persisted as he dragged her along behind him. "I have to know!"
"Daddy's Dream," Hal said over his shoulder. "He's a standout."
"You can't play him! He's going to lose!"
Hal stopped and turned to confront his sister.
"She's right!" a perky black girl spoke up beside them. She had tits the size of canteloupes, their stems making dents in her jersey blouse.
"Yeah, what makes you say that?" Hal asked the pretty bystander.
"Because the favorite's gonna win the fifth," the girt replied. "My fortune teller told me."
"No, the favorite isn't going to win it, either!" Linda said impatiently.
"Hey, baby, you act like you really know," the black girl's dudish escort remarked.
"Yeah, Linda," Hal said: "Where'd you get your information?"
"Maybe we'd better have that quiet talk after all," she told him, and they hurried toward the restaurant near the main entrance of the grandstand.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lou Mangano was grinding his long, stiff prick in the cunt of a voluptuous blonde when the phone rang.
"Don't... answer it!" she panted.
"Are you crazy" the lean, dark-haired man retorted as he reached for the phone on the table next to his bed. "It's probably business."
Lou maintained the connection with his mistress while he picked up the receiver. "Yeah?"
"Thraxton. Can you talk?"
The girl wiggled her damp, velvet socket around his rod.
"Yeah, go on," Lou said into the receiver.
"Those arrangements for today- they're blown."' "What?"
The girl clamped her legs around the backs of Lou's thighs and pulled. He slapped her and she gasped, her legs falling away.
"It was a hell of a thing, Lou," the deep-voiced man on the phone was saying. "Some young babe was just stumbling around the stables- she got. lost, I guess - and she overheard Pedro and me talking. She carried the whole thing to Al Klein, the head of security."
"Some babe?" Lou repeated unbelievingly. "W'hat babe, for Christ's sake?"
"Yeah... what babe?" the girl underneath Lou demanded jealously.
He pulled out of her and sat up. He was losing his hardon, anyway._ "The babe is nobody," Thraxton said.
"You dumb asshole!" Lou told the man on the phone. "Why were you broadcasting the deal in the first place?"
"I wasn't broadcasting it, Lou. Pedro and me were talking in a stall. We were all alone, I thought. But the babe was standing just outside."
"Sure!" Lou snapped. "Somebody sent her there for that reason. You know what it is, Thraxton? Abe Levin's boys are trying to muscle in on our action."
"Aww, I don't think so, Lou. The babe is just a dumb cunt."
"You're a horse trainer, right? Well, train your fuckin' horses and leave the thinking to me! So what happened with that Klein bastard?"
"He demanded in on the fix,"Thraxton said. "Well, naturally I had to deny there was any. To try and convince him, I've got to let Pedro's horse win. But I don't know if that will be enough. Klein's threatening to blow the whistle on me."
"The guy I put it with has laid it off, all over town," Lou said miserably. "It's too late."
"Shit, I'm sorry," Thraxton said.
"You may be a, whole lot sorrier!" Lou threatened, and slammed the phone down.
The blonde was lying just the way she was when Lou had pulled out of her. She wore dark stockings and a frilly black garter belt with litre red bows. Her widespread thighs were lusciously smooth and pate above her stockingtops, and her cuntlips glistened, moistly parted : to reveal pink between their beige, raggedy edges. Golden wisps lined her pussy. Her breasts were the size of ripe grapefruit, though infinitely softer and smoother, with delightful shape. Her pink nipples were rigidly erect.
The sight was enough to give an octogenarian a hard-on, but Lou, who was in his early thirties, just stared at it absentmindedly, his cock soft.
"What babe, Lou?" the girl asked again.
"None of your goddamned business, Ginnie! In fact I don't know the girl."
"Are you sure?" Ginnie purred, and sat up. Her tits joggled voluptuously.
"Yeah! Now, leave me alone." He was trying to think.
Ginnie knew when not to follow orders, and she bowed to his. lap. It was plain that Lou needed something to take his mind off his troubles.
His foreskin had crept down over the slimy head of his cock, and Ginnie began licking the ruffled lip as she held his soft organ up. Her tongue tickled the slit of his peter, which was exposed in the circle of his hood.
His first reaction was anger, and he was about to push Ginnie away. But her tickling tongue felt so good that he couldn't reject her.
"You damned hot bitch!" he growled as she pushed back his foreskin with her lips.
His damp glans oozed into her mouth, and she clamped her lips in the groove behind its horny ridge. She sucked while licking his cockhead all over. His musky scent flooded her nostrils,and his tang titillated her tongue, turning her on all the stronger. She bobbled Lou's balls.
He fell backward across the bed, and the blonde mounted him in a 69. Her hot mouth at his ropelike penis while she rolled his testicles in their velvety sac. He gazed up at her succulent pussy which he had half-fucked, then he clutched her bare hips and pulled her down to sit on his face.
With his Roman nose nestled between Ginnie's plump buttocks, he shoved his long tongue into her twat. His cock stiffened in her sucking mouth, and she began gliding her o-shaped lips smothly up and down on it, taking its bulging head all the way into her hot, tight throat.
Lou writhed pleasurably, breathing in her warm woman's scent as he tongued her swirling pussy. He felt his cock being devoured by the long, steady plunges of her clasping mouth and throat. There wasn't another cocksucker in Chicago who could do a better job than Ginnie, or who loved her work more. And there wasn't a warmer, juicier pussy, either.
Lou was a man of action, however, and he could take only so much sucking and licking of his big rod before he had to shove it into a women's body. He clutched Ginnie's ass and heaved her off him. She landed on her belly by his side, and he quickly rose to a commanding position. She spread her legs, elevating her white bottom.
"Fuck. me, Lou!" she said simply, managing to put a lot of heat into the three little words.
He pinched her rubbery buttcheeks apart as he knelt between her stocking-clad legs. Her delightful asshole stared at him. The beige, star-shaped eye was pink at its center.
"I feel mean right now!" the rawboned man announced, and positioned the tip of his gleaming, spit-slick prick at her forbidden entrance.
"Noooh, Lou!" she exclaimed, gazing in anguish over her shoulder. "Don't stick it up my ass!"
The cruel man didn't reply; but took a firmer hold on her spongy buttocks and began grinding his long, hard cock against her tiny nest of puckers.
"OOOOOOOOOOOH!" Ginnie bawled as he forced her asshole to spread painfully.
Wider and wider the elastic ring was stretched until she thought she would pass out. Then Lou's bulging glans popped fully into her ass, and the pressure was lessened as her anal gate contracted around his narrower shaft.
So much for horizontal pressure. But the vertical pressure became intense as Lou bulled his hard tack deeper and deeper into the girl's abused bottom until he was sticking way up into her hot bowels.
She moaned, suffering like a bug impaled on a pin, as he lay against her spongy buttocks and felt her tight anus throb around the shank of his organ.
"Ooooh, Lou, you're KILLLLLL-ING meeeee!" she wailed.
He enjoyed her suffering as he began to pull. and thrust, slowly at first, stroking his iron-hard rod in the heated clasp of her asshole. Her wavy blonde hair had tumbled over her face as she rubbed her cheek in anguish against the bed. She was clawing at the sheet beneath her. Her breasts were pressed against the bed, and her writhing stimulated her nipples.
She found, after taking a half-dozen steady, slow plunges deep into her ass, that they were turning her on, even though they still hurt. The hurt became less important as her pleasure increased.
"Oooh, you stiff-pricked... dirty bastard!". panted, and began lifting her hips against Lou's thrusts, reaching for his ass-plugging plunges.
Ginnie wiggled her bottom, her lush buttocks vibrating against him. He fucked her wild ass harder.
"UUUH!" She gasped. "OOOOH! MY` GODDDD! THAT'S... HEAVEN!"
Grinning viciously, Lou gritted his teeth and save her all he had, rearing and '. driving rapidly up and down in her ass. His firm front spanked her jiggly buttocks "OOOOOH... FUCK MY ASS GOOOOOD!" she cried. "YOU'RE ALL COCK! IT'S... STICKING WAYYYY INTO ME! OOOOOH, MY ASSHOLE'S ON FIRE!"
Lou rammed her grabby rear gate with all the deep-fucking force he could command. Ginnie began shaking and bawling, her asshole rippling along his fast stroking rod while her buttocks quivered like jello. She gasped. She seemed to be strangling. Then she let out a rapturous moan and heaved against him, impaling his prick even deeper within her bowels.
He jerked and let go, emptying spurt after spurt of -thick, creamy sperm into her intestines.
"AAAAAHHHHHRGH!" she sighed,raspily, and went limp.
Lou pulled his long prick from her sucking asshole with a Pop!
"Oooooh, what did you doooooo to me?" the blissfully befuddled girl asked.
"I taught you something new," he said simply. "Remember it, because well be doing it again."
"Ooooh yessss; Lou! Yesssssss!"
He got up and swaggered proudly to the bathroom, his lengthy, stained dick swaying. His good feeling melted as he washed and recalled his phone conversation with Thraxton.
Forty thousand dollars! That loss, bad as it was, didn't gall Lou as much as the disappearance of the hugeprofit he had counted on from the exacta. Even worse was the specter of Abe Levin moving in on his racetrack connections. First Abe had sent an innocent acting spy, who even had reported what she'd heard to the track administration so as :o scare Thraxton and shake his connections with Loa. Next they would be contacting Thraxton to make their own deal with him.
Lou would have to head that off, he decided.
He turned the bathroom over to Ginny and was packing a suitcase when she came out.
"What's that for?" she asked, standing nude and staring at him.
"I'm taking the first flight to the Coast," he said. His dangling cock swayed as he transferred articles from his dresser to the open bag on the bed.
"But what am I gonna do?" Ginnie asked.
"Wait for me," he said simply.
Her blue eyes became suspicious. "You're going to meet that girl, aren't you "What girl?"
"The one you were talking about, on the phone."
"Ginnie, your brains are in your ass!" he said, continuing to pack.
"My ass feels like your cock is still in it," she said plaintively. "God, Lou, you sure gave me a vicious screwing back there!"
"You'll be all right," he assured her.
"If you're not going out to visit some girl, why can't I go with you?" she asked.
"Because..
Lou stopped packing and stared at the voluptuous young blonde.
"Yeah, why not?" he asked himself aloud.
Ginnie beamed and ran to him, her big breasts bouncing. He wrapped her in his arms and sealed his mouth to hers. While his tongue deeply penetrated her warm, sucking mouth, he clutched the rubbery cheeks of her ass and wiggled them.
His cock stirred against her belly.
"Wowwww, Lou!" she exclaimed, breathing hard as he released her. "You're starting to get another hard-on already!"
They both looked down at his very long cock, which was lifting. After it had risen about halfway, it stopped and hung forward from his heavy balls.
"It needs some more help from mamma," Ginnie purred and wrapped delicate, cool fingers around it.
"Cut that out!" Lou grated, and. slapped her hand away. "I told you, I want to catch a plane."
"And I can go with you?" Ginnie asked excitedly.
"Yeah. You might come in handy in more ways than one."
"Ooh, Lou, you're the greatest!" she said, and pressed against him once more. She gave him a big kiss, but he didn't reciprocate and quickly pushed her away.
"Pack your stuff," he said. "Lots of sexy undies, garter belts and negligees... you know."
"Sure, Lou."
Ginnie's ass wiggled, seeming none the worse for wear, as she hurried to the closet to fetch a bag.
Two hours later, they were winging west from O'Hare, seated near the back of the first class section of the plane, which was sparsely occupied. No stewardess was nearby at the moment, and the high backs of the seats furnished a certain amount of privacy.
"How about a blow job?" Lou whistered into Ginnie's delicate ear.
She smiled happily.
As the big jet glided above the, clouds, Ginnie unzipped Lou's expensively tailored trousers and lifted out his soft, meaty cock. She bent and began to lick it, tickling the lip of his foreskin with her moist, fluttering tongue.
"Hey, what's that for" she asked straightening up. His cock already had grown and was standing partway up of its own accord.
"I want to take out your titties," Lou said.
"Do we dare? I mean, what if a hostess comes by?"
"Baby, we're first-class customers. The airline can't afford to offend us these days."
Ginnie lowered her dress, and her melon-like tits bobbed free. She never wore a bra.
"First get my cock up with your mouth," Lou said, rolling her pectoral playthings. "Then I want a little titty-oggy."
"Oooh, Lou, you're teaching me all sorts of things today!"
The girl giggled.
She bent to his lap once more, her breasts swooping. Sticking out her pink tongue, she flicked it against the tip of his pecker, which she steadied with her hand. As, soon as his organ was big and stiff, Ginnie glided her gripping hand down his shaft, retracting his foreskin completely. She swirled .her tongue around his purplish cockhead several times, then licked it into her mouth, clamping her lips warmly behind the ridge of his mushroom-shaped glans. She sucked heatedly while he held her full tits and wiggled them.
"Now let your knockers do the work for awhile," he said, and pushed them toward his upthrust prick.
Ginnie raised her head a little and scootched forward. Lou wrapped her soft breasts around his cock.
As he thrust his hips rhythmically upward, his long prick glided between her boobs.
"Ooooh, that's cray-zeeee!" Ginnie laughed.
She writhed, adding to the stimulation which her tits gave his cock as he fucked them.
"Twist your head a little," he directed. "Maybe you can lick the end of my pecker as I shove it up." Ginnie twisted and caught the rising knob of his prick with her lashing tongue each time he fucked upward between her boobs. His hand scooted along her thighs, finding them satiny and very warm above the tops of her stockings. She widened her legs farther, and he tickled the crotch of her thin, silken panties.
"Oooooh, WOWWWW!" she exclaimed, heating up fast. She drew back, jerking her titties away from his cock, and she quickly capped the raging monster with her humid mouth.
She sucked his prick ravenously as he hooked her panty crotch aside and fingered her moistening, hair-fringed slit. One finger slithered into her clasping hole. It was followed by another and her cunt gripped his fingers as he stroked them slickly in and out.
Ginnie bobbed her blonde head, gliding her o-shaped lips heatedly up; and down on his long.
They both surged toward orgasm. Lou knew it would be all right to finish there in the plane, because his mistress would catch his spurting semen in her gullet and swallow it down. She once had confided to him that she liked the taste of the stuff and enjoyed swallowing it. But whether she enjoyed it or not, he would have given it to her.
"Would you folks like some coff... " a young stewardess began to ask as she appeared suddenly beside them. She answered her own question as they went on sucking and diddling and Lou smiled up at her: "Ooooh, I can see you're well taken care of!" she said, and hurried away, blushing.
Lou went off as he watched her wiggling buttocks move up the aisle, and Ginnie voraciously gulped down his gushing sperm, sucking to the very last. She came while his fingers stroked up and down inside her.
Raising her head she licked the foam off her lips. She hadn't spilled a drop of Lou's precious cream.
"That was better than coffee, don't you think?" he asked as he let her panty crotch snap back.
"Ooooh, much!""she said happily.
"Now we'd better tidy up, he said, and stuck his two wet fingers toward her face.
The pretty girl licked than carefully, then took into her mouth and sucked them perfectly clean.
A final drop of pearly-white semen had oozed' from Lou's prick and was clinging to the tip of the slumping organ.
"Get that, too," he said to Ginnie, pointing.
She bowed to his lap, and he watched her rosy tongue lick the tip of his penis, catching up the small glab of sperm and drawing, it into her mouth. She swallowed, and smiled at him.
"Yeah, baby, you're going to come in handy on the Coast," he said. "Tuck your titties away now."
Ginnie tended to that, and he zipped her up.
As they settled back in their seats, satisfied, Lou began plotting strategy for his move against Abe Levin.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hal snapped off the radio and sat back on the sofa. "Well, Daddy's Dream didn't do a thing. So I. suppose I ought to thank you for draging me home before I could bet him. But the favorite did win, which knocks the hell out of your story about a fix."
"I don't understand what happened," Linda replied, getting up and walking to the window. "I clearly heard that jockey, Pedro, promise to bring his horse in third."
"He probably wasn't a jockey at all," Hal scoffed as' he looked at his baby sister's shapely ass. "He and the other guy probably put on an act just to snow "That's crazy, Hal!" she said, whirling to face him. "They didn't know I was there until later."
"Well, it's all over for today. But I'm going to have another try at the system tomorrow."
"Don't, Hal!" Linda begged. "The track's not a safe place to go."
"What?' Hal couldn't keep from laughing.
"I didn't tell you everything that happened to me," his sister said earnestly.
Okay... what else was there?"
The troubled; girl hesitated, wanting to tell her brother that she had been raped. She needed his sympathy. But she was ashamed to tell him... and afraid, also, of what he might do.
"Well, what was it?" he prompted. "You sure seemed spaced out."
"I still am," Linda said, looking away. She bit her lip. "Look, if I tell you... will you promise not to do anything about it?"
"Huh? Baby, you're not making much sense." Promise!" Linda insisted. "Otherwise, I won't tell you."
"Okay, I promise!" Hal said in exasperation. "Now, what happened?"
"I was raped," Linda said, looking directly at her brother.
His face seemed to turn to stone.
"A guard found me there by the stables, and he took me to his boss." Linda shuddered, shutting her eyes. "He was an awful man! He m-made me sit on the edge of his desk... and he pulled off my panties... and he... ooh, Hal it was horrible!"
She rushed to her brother and dropped onto his lap. He wrapped his arms about her as she cried. "Tell me the rest of it," he said firmly.; Linda sniffled and continued as best she could, embracing Hal so that he couldn't see her face: "That slimy man... put his head down between my legs... and he k-kissed me there... and licked me... and then he flopped me onto my stomach across his desk and he... he fucked me!"
Linda sobbed, clinging to her brother. Her warm bottom pressed his cock, which couldn't help fattening and sticking up.
When the girl felt his hardness prodding her, she straightened quickly and stared at him. "Hal!" she said accusingly, shocked that her brother would respond like that at such a time.
His eyes narrowed. His heavy breathing and his flushed face confirmed that he was excited.
Linda tried to jump up, but he held onto her.
Suddenly be swung her onto her back on the sofa, causing her bare legs to fly into the air._ The skirt that she had put]on after arriving home andbathing skidded all the way to her lap, and he saw her pink panties, clinging to her crotch and the swells of her buttocks.
"Hal... NO!" she cried, her shock increasing.
"Why the hell not?" he snapped back. "If some strange guy at the racetrack can get to you, why can't I?"
"I told you, Hal-I was raped!" Linda insisted heatedly, as she squirmed, trying to fend off his hands, which were gliding onto her panties.
"By the head guard, right there at the track? Bulish t!-' Hal said cruelly. "You just used your hot body to help you get off a hook. Then you got to feeling guilty, and you decided to call it rape. Well, I don't believe in rape, baby! Not like that."
Linda was amazed and hurt by her brother's attitode. Worse, she was afraid of him. She struggled desperately, trying to keep, him from pulling her panties down. But he was.strong and determined. As she writhed on her back, raining blows on his arms and shoulders which seemed to have no more effect than ping-pong balls, he drew her panties skiddingly along her thighs and lower legs. He wrapped an arm around her knees as she attempted to kick, and easily picked the panties off her feet. Her loafers fell off, as well.
The nineteen year-old girl, who already had been violated once that day, was dismayed as her brother pushed her legs wide apart. He stared at her exposed cunt.
It was the same delectable pussy he remembered with such fondness neatly formed and delicately colored, with sparse, silken hairs lining, the fissure and fanning out to form a deltoid patch on her Mons. Her slit was so tight that it didn't open up when her legs were spread, unlike that twats of the German whores that bloomed like tropical flowers.
Hal moved forward between his sister's splayed. legs.
"Don't doooooo this!" she cried, humiliation and fear vying for domination of her mind.
Hal paid no attention to her protests, but unfastened the top of his slacks and pushed them down, together with his shorts. His cock sprang out to stand proudly erect, its mauve-pink head bulging.
Though Linda hadn't changed very much between the legs, since Hal had last seen that part of her, he had changed considerably. His cock was longer than she remembered, and the shaft was thicker, too. The head especially had grown, it seemed to Linda. Hal's balls, which hung down, seemed larger and hairier, also. He was no longer a youth, but a full-fledged man, and he obviously intended to use his manhood on Linda in a vicious way. She tried to push at him, but that did no good. He bent over her and clutched his cock to fit it into her unprepared vagina.
"Noooh! Ooh God... pleeeease!" she begged as she felt his bulbous cockhead spread her snug outer draperies and push between the delicate inner lips of her cunny.
She was too dry inside, and Hal wasn't lubricated, either. Still he forged ahead, hurting her as his demanding prick found the mouth of her inner channel, She gasped against the pain, which was more than just physical. Tears sprang to her eyes.
Hal continued to push, finally forcing his way into her very narrow vagina and dilating it as his large knob crept inch-by-inch up her brutally stretched and stuffed canal.
"OOOOOOOH! She moaned, writhing against the rape, which seemed even worse than the treatment she had received from Klein. At least, he had prepared her with his mouth!
Finally Hal's cock was driven all the way into her, like a stake in dry clay, and he raised himself on straight arms to stare at her anguished face. Her cunt clutched his rod very tightly, putting a lustful glint into his eyes. Linda read pride there, also, and defiance. It was clear that he felt he had a special claim to her and intended to enforce that, now that she had given in to another man.
Linda shut her eyes and flopped her head to the side. She tried to shut out the burning hurt of his prick sticking deep into her pussy - the hurt that afflicted not only her flesh, but her soul as well.
Hal began to pull and thrust, partially dragging her dry pussy membrane with his rod until her delicate Tissue had to relinquish the hold and was rubbed abrasively by his retreating and invading cock. He twisted his organ inside her to widen her channel and permit freer motion.
Gradually the interior of her pussy softened and was spread with viscous moisture which her unwilling glands, exuded. Hal stroked more sc: oothly, though his sister's pussy remained thrillingly snug around his member.
Breathing hard, he said, "God, I'd forgotten. how tight you are!"
"Oooooh, Hal... Halllll... " she moaned, for it was the crowning indignity to a distressing and degrading day for him to take her like this.. It spoiled all the sweet recollections she had of the way they had made love when they were young.
Still, with all her suffering and disillusionment, passion raised its horny head, and shebegan to respond to. his selfish, brutal fucking. The abrasion was gone by that time, soothed by the natural ointment which had spread along the walls of her crevice and over his charging prick. His bulging cockhead rippled her channel pleasurably, and his hard shaft sawed against the tip of her clit.
She gasped and lifted her legs.
"You like it, don't you?" Hal challenged, having detected the change in her response. "You're just a whore like the rest of them! I'll bet you really dug it with that track cop!"
"Nooooh!" Linda bawled. "I hated it!"
She began to move her belly against Hal's deeply penetrating thrusts. Her bare, shapely legs were bicycling in midair. Wanting to obtain greater purchase, she damped her legs down around her brother's back and shamefully pulled against him as she rhythmically tilted her pussy up to his cunt-cleaving plunges.
Hal fucked her with unrestrained fury, applying every ounce of his young man's energy to the thrilling task. His cock jack hammered into her sweet cunt, his balls bouncing rapidly against her crotch.
She clutched him with her arms as well as her legs. Her senses swirled.
"Oooh Goddd yessss!" she heard herself saying. "Fuck me... ooooh, FUCK meeeee! Kill me with your big, stiff cock!"
Hal acted as if he were trying to do exactly that. As he drove his horny dick into her clutching: guim, his balls drew taut at the base of his shaft and his eyes rolled back in their sockets. He was unmindful of whether she was about to reach a climax or not, just as he hadn't cared whether the whores he had fucked in Germany had reached fulfillment. Whores were only to be used, and his sister seemed to fit that category, too.
"Uuuh" Linda gasped Then, "Ooooooooooohl" Her belly bobbed spastically against the fast fucking young man. Her cunt rippled more heatedly around his stroking rod. Then suddenly she lay still, gurgling and cooing, as he emptied his sperm inside her with cock-twitching gushes.
He lay heavily against her half-clothed body. They both breathed hard, and neither spoke for a long time. Linda couldn't be angry with him any more, after he had given her such bliss. But her disillusionment persisted, and she %has intensely ashamed. Because of the pleasure she had enjoyed, she blamed herself as. much as Hal - perhaps even more so.
He pulled his softening penis from her soggy cunt and drew back. She didn't look at him.
"That's how it's gonna be from now on," he said, bitterness tinging his voice. 'If you can give it to other guys, you can give it to me!"
Why can't be understand that I didn't want to give it to that man at the racetrack? she wondered. Why can't he believe that Klein forced me?
Maybe because Klein didn't really force you, another inner voice suggested. Maybe Klein saw in your eyes that you needed to be screwed - that you were dying for it - and he just did it to you: You could have stopped him if you'd really wanted to. You could have screamed and hit him and made a terrible fuss!
"You're awfully quiet," Hal said, looking down at her as she continued to lie in wanton disarray, her bare legs parted and her naked cunt oozing the cream he had deposited within it. His voice had softened a bit, and his eyes had taken on a touch of warmth again.
"I don't know... what to say," Linda replied honestly.
Hal turned away. He was troubled, too. He had wanted to believe that his baby sister was different from the prostitutes he had spent his time with overseas. He had wanted to feet that not all women were like them. But the evidence seemed overwhelming.
Raped at a racetrack - and by the chief guard?
The idea was absurd. Even to Hal, who had sewn a bit of the world, such a thing seemed incredible-unless the girl invited it, and then it wasn't rape..
He straightened his clothes and sat down next to the table radio, which rested on a little table at the end of the couch.
"I want to get the results of the sixth race," he said.
Linda got up and dizzily made her way to the bathroom, holding her skirt away from her dribbling cunt. She had forgotten her panties, which lay on the floor next to the sofa.
Hal spied them and leaned down to pick them up. He stretched the top elastic and let them fall', open between his hands.
My sister's panties, he thought. The sweetest panties in the world!
He raised them to his face and breathed in their subtle female scent. Then he dropped them onto the couch, because the race results were coming on.
His system had worked in the sixth. The horse he would have played had won, paying twelve dollars and forty cents! Not bad. He would have been a little bit ahead at that point, even if he had played every race.
As it was,. he was out the single twenty dollar bet he had made on the opening sprint.
Got to get out there again tomorrow, he thought.
The telephone rang.
Hal stared at it on the library desk, across the room. It rang again. No one knew he was staying with his sister, and he th uight _ it might embarrass her if he were to answer the phone before she'd had a chance to explain to her friends. He was that considerate, at least.
But as the phone rang a third time, he wondered if it was a man calling. Linda had said she had no boy friend, but he didn't believe her any longer. Not after what had happened at the track.
He walked to the phone and answered it.
"Does Linda Thompkins live there?" a deep male _. voice asked.
"Yeah. Who wants to know?"
The other phone was hung up, the dial tone coming on. Hal replaced the receiver thoughtfully.
"Who was that?" his. sister asked as she emerged from the bathroom.
"I don't know," Hal said. "Some guy. But he didn't act like he knew you." Hal's eyes narrowed as he stared at his sister. "Or maybe he did."
"What are you, talking about?" Linda asked, snatching up her panties from the sofa.
"Did you give your phone number to any of those gays at the track?"
"Of course not!" Linda .said, then reconsidered.
"But Klein got my address off my ID. I suppose he could have looked up my number."
"That son of a bitch!" Hal blurted, knotting his fists.
"I don't know why he would call, though," Linda said.
"I do! One taste of your pussy wasn't enough for him. He wants some more."
"Hal, quit talking like that! He raped me, I tell you! He ought to be afraid of me reporting it."
"That's a laugh! The guy I talked to wasn't afraid; he was just checking. He wanted to make sure you really live here."
Linda became worried as she approached her brother. "What do you suppose he has in mind?"
"I told you," Hal sneered. "He wants some more tail!"
"Well, you should have told him I don't live here," Linda replied.
"Just put your pants on," her brother said, and turned his back.
Seeing no reason why she should retreat to the other room, Linda held her pink panties in front of her and stepped into them. She drew the clingy undergarment up her legs, raising her skirt in the same motion. She snapped the top elastic of the panties against her gently curved tummy, then ran her fingers around the leg elastics, tucking them beneath her buttocks. She let her skirt drop.
"You can look now," she told Hal.
"I can look anytime"" he said, whirling angrily to confront her 'I can take you any time I feel like it, Ito! And as for that bastard who called... just let him ,his ccuddy nose around here and see what happens! "I'll show him what I learned in the service."
"I didn't know you learned anything except how to make out with cheap women," Linda said vengefully.
He stared at her. It was clear that a new relationship had been established between his sister and himself, and Hal wasn't sure that he altogether liked it, But it would have its advantages, he decided, and he intended to make good use of them.
CHAPTER SIX
Linda lay in the dark, her heart thumping, and listened to her brother moving about in the next room. It wasn't late, but the young woman had thought it better to go to bed than to 'remain with Hal, who would be thinking more and more about sex as the evening wore on, especially if she was right in front of him. As things were, she could pretend she was asleep, if he walked into the room, and perhaps discourage him.
It was the only strategy she could think of, short of moving out of the apartment and returning to her folks, which would require her to tell them the whole story. That was unthinkable.
Linda's nerves weren't helping her; they were on edge. Her body wasn't helping, either. If Hal were to come in and force the issue, he wouldn't find a dry pussy this time!
Ashamed, the girl rolled onto her stomach and clutched the pillow.
What is Hal doing out there? she wondered. Probably just pacing as he dopes out the Racing Form. He had gone out to buy one earlier.
Perhaps the handicapping would keep him up late that night, she hoped, and tire him out so that he wouldn't be interested in sex. That seemed funny on second thought, but Linda didn't feel like laughing.
She didn't feel like sleeping, either, and therefore was wide awake when Hal opened the door and entered. She shut her eyes and felt her heart beating even stronger than before.
"Linda?" Hal said softly as he approached the bed. She didn't reply.
"You asleep, baby?" her brother asked, his tone much gentler than it had been when he'd raped her that afternoon.
She felt his nearness and knew he was standing right beside her, bending to look her in the face. Itwas all she could do to keep from opening her eyes.
Hal kissed her on the lips, sending an electric charge through her body which tickled her pussy. Her lips couldn't help stirring.
"Hey, you're awake, aren't you?" Hal asked with a chuckle.
"Ooooh, Hallll...
He knelt on the bed and gathered her in his arms, gradually gliding down against her while they kissed warmly. Linda felt his hard-on through his shorts - the only garment he wore. She realized that her strategy had failed miserably.
Hal worked his way under the sheet that covered his sister, and his hands stroked along the backs of her bare thighs, up across the frilly panties that cuddled her plump ass. He pushed her shortie gown up and slid a hand under it, around to her front.
Her titties were firm and her nipples rigid. The enticing mounds shivered as Hal stroked them.
The only light in the bedroom came from the open living room door. It cast a soft glow over Linda's appealing charms as Hal eased her onto her back and drew the sheet completely away. He arranged her short, flimsy nightgown around her neck.
"Baby, you sure have beautiful tits!" he said, and bent to lick her super: stiff pink nipples.
Linda whimpered and caressed her brother's head.
What they were doing was wrong, she believed, but she couldn't seem to prevent it. She didn't want to make out with him, she tried to tell herself, but her body called that a lie.
Showing much more tenderness than, he had that afternoon, Hal stroked her quivery, upthrust tits as he licked their creamy whiteness and sucked at their pastel-colored points, which were surrounded by dainty aureola. He nuzzled her titties with his entire face.
Linda shamefully was responding as she had when they were just kids together - perhaps even stronger, because of the intervening years, which had, increased her need. She writhed while her pussy moistened to the point that her labia felt as if they were spread with melted butter. Hat's cock seemed to burn against her thigh, with only then thin fabric of his boxer shorts in between.
She wanted to grasp his dick and stroke it. She wanted - God help her - to take it into herself.
"Oooooh, Hal... darlinnng! How you're turning me onnnn!" she purred heatedly.
His assessment of that afternoon still held - she was like the girls he had known in Germany. But because she was his sister, and because of all that she had meant to him at one time, he felt more tenderness toward her than he had toward them.
Still, she didn't deserve special consideration, he believed.
He swung astride her chest.
Linda blinked up at him, startled.
"Hey, what're you doing up there?" she asked.
He grinned down, his brown hair falling partially across his face. "You're gonna be nice to me, aren't you?"
"I don't know what you mean!" Linda maintained her eyes flicked to the big hump at the front of his shorts. Through the gaping fly of the garment, she could see the base of his shaft and the dark hairs around it.
Hal reached into his fly and brought out his big, thrusting prick.
"Ooooh, God!" Linda exclaimed. "That's so huuuuge!"
"You can handle it," he urged. "Open your mouth."
"WHAT?"
"I said, open your mouth. I want you to suck my cock."
Linda tensed. She hoped she hadn't heard right,. but she knew she had.
"Hal!" she exclaimed, blushing. "How can you ask me to do something so filthy?"
"Come on," he coaxed. "All the girls do it."
"Maybe the girls you knew overseas. But nice girls don't." Linda's tension was getting a stranglehold on her. She recalled watching the female jockey sucking the horse trainer's cock.
"Just try it," Hal urged.
He crawled even closer, his cantilevered cock waggling. Linda sought to hold him back but he easily pressed her arms against the bed and clamped his. legs across them kneeling astride her neck.
His prick was sticking up right above her face. His hairy balls hung next to her chin. Linda's heart thumped wildly, and her throat became very dry. .
Hal bent forward, elevating his rump and supporting himself with one arse against the head of the bed. His other hand grasped his cock and directed it toward, his sister's mouth.
She sealed her lips. Her eyes widened and crossed as she stared along his menacing shaft. The musky scent of his cockhead rose steamily up her nostrils. Her brain seemed to be whirling, and she feared she might lose control of herself.
Hal smeared his moist rubbery glans along her shut lips. From right underneath her nose, his bulging knob smelled very strong. It brushed her nostrils as he rubbed it to and fro.
He managed to get the tip of the, awful thing between her lips, and it touched her teeth. She felt as if she were teetering on some ledge, high above the ground, her equilibrium weakening.
She shut her eyes, and her mouth flew open. She uttered an anguished cry which was quickly stoppered by the plugging bulk of her brother's big prick. Almost before she knew what had happened, her mouth was chockful of the wild-tasting, raunchy-scented thing, and she was champing on it as she was forced to swallow her suddenly gushing saliva.
Her jaws were stretched apart, and her lips were clamped into the groove behind Hal's cockhead. Her eyes stared as tears sprang to them.
"GHAAAWWWWH!" she protested against the muffling, meaty plug in her mouth.
Her entire body throbbed, her nerves running riot. Her taste buds were stimulated by the strange flavor of her brother's dick. His soft balls hung against her chin: She tried to writhe away from the unnatural penetration, but Hal's coupling pin held her in place, and all she could do was stare up at him.
He grinned. "Don't sweat it," he said. "Just suck and move your mouth. Pretend it's a big old lollipop that you've got."
"AAAWWWWGH!" she said as he forced his prick deeper into her mouth.
She realized that she couldn't dislodge it. Prick flavored saliva was dribbling down her throat, forcing her to swallow repeatedly. That action forced her tongue against Hal's spongy glans, squeezing more flavor from it. Her senses swirled giddily.
She gave in completely and began to suck on her brother's big, juicy cock.
Oh, what a tramp you are! an inner voice accused. But Linda was too dizzy to answer it or even care much. Even the strong taste and scent of. Hal's prick wasn't so bad any longer.
She let her lashes flutter low as she pumped her mouth on the thick, throbbing cock that was sticking into her face. She sucked and swallowed, her tongue lapping against Hal's cockhead.
I'm just like that girl jockey, she thought, and just the German whores.
Her brain spun as she lunged up from the pillow, stroking her soft, o-shaped lips on Hal's rod. His bulging glans rubbed her velvety tongue, which was undulating like the ocean.
Hal grasped her around the back of the head, helping to support her in cocksucking position as he stroked his big dick gently between her lips. The whole room seemed to be wheeling around her. Her pussy dribbled so copiously that her thighs became slipperywet.
As Hal gazed down and watched his pretty baby sister suck his prick, he was warmed to the basis of his being. He felt such a rush of mingled love and lust for Linda that he knew he would have to put a stop to the luscious cocksucking right away or come in her mouth.
He chose the former and drew back quickly, pulling his thick plunger from Linda's mouth with a loud sucking Pop! Her eyes flew open as her lips gaped wetly, and she saw Hal's rosy, moist prick waggle. jergily above her face. It was tilted upward, trailing a strand of her glistening saliva.
She breathed heatedly through her mouth. Her tits heaved as her brother scrambled backward, off of them. Kneeling beyond her doubled up legs, he pulled the frilled panties off her, and her thighs flew wide apart. Her clit had become so stiff during the cocksucking, and her inner labia had taken on such puffiness, that her outer cuntlips were forced apart, and a gash of bright pinkness could be seen, girlhoney drooling along it.
A lustful growl rattled in Hal's throat as he moved up, clutching his bonehard prick. He tilted the torpedo down to his sister's slit, nosed her labia wide apart, and sank his cock into her tightly clasping hole.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Linda moaned, and began hunching greedily, her legs clamped around the backs of her brother's thighs.
He stroked in and out of her with long, gliding motions that made his head light and caused his balls to churn. Linda's pussy was super-slick, still very snug, around him- so much tighter and hotter than the whores he had screwed.
Maybe there was a difference, he was forced to admit. Certainly there was a difference in the way he felt as he gave his all to his hot baby sister and took her teenaged love in return.
Linda had to admit that she loved him in a sexual way as she received his eager cock thrustsShe didn't want to, because she felt it was wrong. But what could she do? Nothing now, while Hal wai fucking her so lusciously!
She drove her lithe hips against him, her buttocks quivering as they lunged off the bed. Her titties shook.
Hal was propped on straight arms, gazing warmly down at her passion-charged features - her hot eyes and the gaping lips which had sucked his cock. She felt her sharp fingernails biting into his back as her serpentine legs pulling against him.
He fucked her harder and faster, making his prick fairly fly in and out of her hotly grabbing, bumping cunt.
She went into a spasm of completion, shaking from shoulders to heels. But Hal kept fucking, driving her through the first orgasm and on toward another as she gasped and writhed and clawed at him.
He lowered his hairy chest against her viibrating tits and screwed her with even greater force, loss cock like a raging monster in her belly. The bed creaked and shook. Linda bawled.
She came for the second time, her consciousness wavering as blissful throutbs rose from her loins and seemed to overwhelm her. Hal continued jabbing and jerking in her fevered cunt.
Finally, when she felt she simply couldn't take any more, he finished, heaving and groaning as the liquid lust leaped from his twitching dick and pooled warmly inside her. She went into a final flurry of frenzied motion, then lay still, her palpitating heart the only part of her that seemed alive as she figuratively floated through the air. Hal's weight gradually brought her back to earth. Her eyelids fluttered, and she squirmed benearh him.
He elevated himself on straight arms and looked down at her, their loins still linked. He felt rnuch softer and smaller in her pussy than before. His face was flushed pleasurably, and his eyes were warm.
"God, that was good!" he exclaimed huskily.
"Yessss," she admitted, and looked away.
She felt helpless. There seemed nothing she could do about the passion trap into which she had fallen. The door buzzer rang.
Linda gasped.
"Who could that be?" Hal asked, staring at her.
"I don't know! I hope it isn't... " Hal :pushed off his sister and sprang to his feet, his wet penis swaying. He pulled up his shorts.
"Get a robe on and come out with me,." he said. "If this guy is who I think he is, I want you to identify him... before I bust his head open!"
"Ooh, Hal, please don't fight!"
"The son of a bitch has got no business bothering you!" he said, rushing into the other room with just his shorts on.
Linda scrambled from the bed, her tittles quivering. She found a robe and tremblingly put it on.
Hal was opening the front door of the apartment just as she entered the living room. The man who stood in the hall. had bushy dark hair. She recognized him immediately as the trainer named Thraxton.
"What do you want'?" Hal demanded.
The caller glanced past him at Linda. "I want to talk with her, if I may."
Hal recognized the deep voice as the one that had spoken to him on the phone.
"Linda?" her brother asked as he held the door wide open. "Is this the guy?"
"No!" she said quickly. "I mean, it isn't Klein."
"Then who the hell...?"
"My name's Greg Thraxton. Miss Thomkins knows me."
'Yes, let him in," she told her brother.
Confused, Hal backed up, and Thraxton entered the apartment.
"This is my brother, Hal," Linda said, blushing nervously.
"Yeah?" Thraxton glanced from her to the young man and back again. "Well, it doesn't matter to me."
He was a big, powerful looking man, and Hal was glad that he didn't have to tie into him. But what did the guy want with Linda?
"Can we talk in front of your, uh, brother?" Thraxton asked her as Hal shut the door.
"Of course." Hal scowled.
"Well, this is kind of awkwarwd for me, Miss Thompkins," the husky horse trainer said. "Al Klein gave me your address. You know, you put me on quite a spot with that story you told him."
"It was only the truth," Linda replied; holding her head high.
"That's just the trouble. It wasn't the truth. Maybe you thought that was what you heard... but, Miss.Thompkins, you were wrong. And I'm afraid you've gotten me into a lot of trouble." Hal was glancing uncertainly from the man to Linda "I know what I heard, Mr. Thraxton," Linda insisted. "In any case, there's nothing I can do about it."
"Yes, there is. I want you to go and see Klein again tomorrow. You've got to tell him you were mistaken, Miss Thompkins."
"But I wasn't!"
"Did you hear the results of the fifth race?" Thraxton challenged. "It didn't turn out the way you told Klein it would."
"That's right, Linda," her brother spoke up.
"Hal!" she exclaimed. "Are you turning against me, too?"
He didn't say anything, and she had trouble reading his eyes.
"Please, Miss Thotnpkins," Thraxton said. "You've got to help me straighten out this mess."
The thought of going to see the man at the track who had raped her, terrified Linda. She didn't think she should have to do it, anyway. But perhaps she had heard wrong, she dismally admitted to herself and, if so, she owed Thraxton something.
Hal spoke up, surprising her: "If my sister does what you want, will you do something for us in return."
"Why, sure," Thraxton said. "If I can."
"The next time there is a fix, we want in on, it," Hal stipulated.
The trainer squirmed.
"My sister won't shoot her mouth off, like she did before," Hal said. "After all, we'd like to make a little money, too."
Thraxton glanced at the pretty, brown-haired girl who looked as if she had just been fucked... and he thought how he would enjoy putting the blocks to her himself. He didn't believe for a moment that the guy proposing the deal was her brother.
"Okay," Thraxton said giving up his pretenses. "You're in on the next one."
"When?"
"Well, I can't say that. Naturally, I... "
"Not good enough, Thraxton," Hal said, getting tough. "Before my sister gets you off the a hook on todays action you've got to clue us in on something good. And we'Il want to check it out with the jockeys, too."
Thraxton glanced back at Linda, and naked lust flashed in his eyes.
"Okay," he said. "We'll set a deal up for tomorrow."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Hal, I want you to meet Sally McGinnis - the hottest rider at the track!".
The young man's eyes lit up, and a grin spread across his handsome face, as he reached to shake the hand of the cute blonde in riding silks. Thraxton, who had made the introduction, glanced at Linda to check her response.
Jealousy flashed in her brown eyes, and he was pleased.
"Sally, why don't you explain to Hal what we've got cooking," he suggested, "while I show Linda around the stable."
"Sure thing, Greg." The girl jockey's blue eyes sparkled as she gazed at Hal.
"I, uh, think I'd rather stay right here," Linda said, surprising herself with her concern about her brother and the other girl.
"No, you go ahead, Linda," Hal replied. He had eyes only for the petite blonde.
Well, if that's the way he wants it! Linda thought angrily, and flounced out, her lush buttocks gyrating in the snug skirt that cuddled them.
Thraxton watched her sassy ass wiggle, and nearly got a hard-on as he followed her from his plain little office at the edge of the stable complex.
As soon as Sally and Hal were alone, with the office door shut, she came on strongly. Urging 'him down onto a plain wooden chair, she sank to his lap. Her warm bottom stimulated him as he gazed at the perky dents which her 'breasts made in her colorful shirt.
"Now, here's what we're going to do, Hal," she purred, her lips very close to his cheek. "I'm going to be riding a colt called Stick Up in the ninth. He'll go off at ten to one or better." Sally's lips brushed Hal's face, and her warm, sweet breath caressed him. He raised a hand to her tits and was thrilledto discover that she wore no brassiere beneath her silk blouse.
"That colt of mine is gonna run like hell," Sally went on, "because I'm gonna buzz him. Know what that means?"
"No, I don't" Hal said huskily as he squeezed a firm titty through her slippery shirt.
"Well, I'll have a buzzer in my hand," she said, and her moist tongue licked along Hal's lips. "When I press that buzzer against the colt, that mother fucker will really shake his 'balls. I mean, he'll win by four lengths or better!"
Hal opened his mouth and let Sally's tongue slither deeply inside. His cock was poking up against the girl jockey's ass.
"You put two hundred dollars on Stick Up and you'll make at least two thousand," she continued. "It's practically guaranteed."
Hal was pulling at both of Sally's conical, super-firm breasts, feeling her rigid nipples through her shirt.
"Hey, speaking of stick ups," she said, "you've got some thing sticking up pretty good." She writhed against his risen cock as her eyes glinted wickedly.
"I wonder how long before Thraxton and my sister will be back," he said.
"Don't worry about them," Sally replied, and stood up. She looked at the peak in his lap. "'Want me to take care of that for you?"
"Would you?" Hal asked excitedly.
"Man, it would be a pleasure!" Sally said, and sank to her knees.
"I always knew the racetrack was an exciting place," Hal remarked as she unzipped his trousers, "but I never figured it would be anything like this."
"Oooh, we really get it on around here!" Sally said, snaking a hand into his pants. "You ought to see me with some of the boy jocks. Yesterday I rolled into the hay with three of them... " She pulled out Hal's cock.
"... one in front," she went on, "one in back... " She was stroking Hal's stiff prick as it stuck straight up from his lap.
"... and one in my mouth, like this!"
She capped her pink lips around the crown of Hal's cock and sucked heatedly, licking his slit with her wild little tongue.
He caught his breath and clenched his fists at his sides. The thrills that rocketed up through his body were among the finest he had ever felt. There was something about having sex suddenly spring at him, when least expected, that made it extra exciting. And that girl jockey really knew how to use her mouth!
She stroked her encompassing lips slowly and snugly up and down on his thick, throbbing pedner, letting his glans ride her restless tongue all the wiry to her tight, warm throat. The watching was almost as much fun as the marvelous tactile sensation. Sally's retreating pastel lips left little bubbles of saliva in their wake, clinging to his rigid shaft, then her lips glided down to suck up the bubbles and make nearly his entire prick disappear into her loving mouth: She bobbed her blonde head with a maddeningly slow smoothness that brought Hal to the pinnacle of quivering delight. Then she let his cockhead pop out of her mouth and stick right up next to her nose as she licked along his slippery shaft.
"You have a very tasty dick," she purred, brushing its base with her lips. "And big, too! I'm tired of the dinky little pricks on those jockeys!"
She reached into Hal's pants and brought out his throbbing balls. Her tantalizing tongue danced over the egg-like masses in their velvety, hair-strewn sac. She got her nose down onto his nuts and nuzzled them.
"Ooooh, shit!" he exclaimed passionately. "Let me fuck you!..
Sally bobbed to her feet. "Just stay right on that chair." she instructed. "You can push your pants and shorts down to your ankles."
Hal quickly complied while the petite girl unfastened her colorful blouse and took it off. Her perfecty shaped little titties jiggled up and down, their tips crowned by small aureola and thrusting pink stems.
Her tits held their conical shape as she bent to pull off her riding boots. Next she stripped down her jockey pants, which left her in silky white hipster briefs. Hal was ready, his big prick bristling up from his lap and twitching anxiously, when she whisked down her panties and hopped from one foot to the other to pick the clingy undergarment off her toes.
The hairs on her mons were golden and surprisingly long, curling wispily. Her plushy slit, the top of which was visible, was beige-toned.
As she spread her legs and straddled Hal's hairy thighs, more of her slit 'became visible, including the raggedy little lips that protruded slightly from between her outer labia. She tilted Hal's prick at exactly the right angle and positioned her crotch above it. Then she slowly let herself down as she wiggled his stiff dick between her cuntal folds, lodging its bulbous head in the tight mouth of her sex-canal.
Hal caught his breath as she slowly claimed his entire up thrust rod, thrilling to the super snugness of the small girl's warmly clutching quim. Squatting astride his legs, she writhed as she looked him warmly in the eyes, and his prick stirred her pussy with delightful.effect.
"Ooh, mama, you sure know how to ride!" Hal exclaimed.
"You've got a wonderful cock to ride on!": she responded. "The monster is tickling. my tonsils!"
After circling her warm, velvety tightness his pole, while her cunt gained added moisture and coated his prick, Sally went into the ride in earnest, pistoning up and down on his lap. Her shapely tits jiggled before his eyes, enticing him to grasp than and stroke their satiny smoothness with his thumbs and fingers as he worked his way to their jutting tips.
He rolled her rigid nipples while she energetically fucked him.
Her cunt was a wild, hot thing that swirled and snapped around him, tight as a hand but smoother and all-encompassing. It was delightfully stick, from the gobbly little lips at its mouth to its deepest warint.
Hal plucked at her titties, squeezing their baby-pink tips. He used her nipples as handles to shake her jutting boobs up and down. Finally he had to tilt his head to the side and send forward so that he aou d lick at her jiggly nipples and suck them into his hungry mouth.
All the while she kept riding, as if she were astride a racing steed, her trim ass bobbing up and down above Hal's thighs as she took his cock thrustingly deep within her. He let his fingertips trail along her sleek sides and onto her springy buttocks which were much smaller than his sister's. His hands easily encompassed the firm, jiggly mounds, his fingertips nestling in Sally's crack. He tickled her tight little asshole as she screwed him.
Figuratively rounding the turn for home and entering the stretch, she leaned forward, wrapping her arms snugly around Hal's neck. She rode as she would have ridden a hot, young colt in the stretch drive, bearing down. She did everything but whip Hal as they came down to the line of finish.
When they crossed that climactic line, his big prick jerked inside her, and he felt her cunt ripple up and down around him. He shot spurt after spurt of thick sperm into her convulsively clasping hole. She finally relaxed astride him, and he knew they had won the race.
"Wow, baby, that was something else!" he exclaimed, as soon as he could catch his breath.
"You liked it, hmm?" she purred, rubbing his nose with hers.
"You'd better believe it!"
Sally slowly dismounted and picked up her panties. She smiled at Hal as she stepped into the briefs.
"So you know what to do now," she said, "B Stick Up in the ninth, and wheel him in the exact with a few good horses. I don't know who's going run second, but if you happen to hit it, you'll score really big."
"I scored pretty big just now," he grinned. "Say, when can I see you again?"
"Who knows?" Sally said breezily as she steppe into her riding pants. "If you come to the track often you'll see me around."
Linda found the stable tour interesting, but she would have enjoyed it a lot more if she could had gotten her mind off Hal and the blonde jockey. She had just begun to think that everything. was the same as it used to be, between her brother and herself when that tart had come along and put a strange sparkle in his eyes.
She guessed he would go for any female who was handy, which made her out to be something of a fool for holding cozy thoughts about him.
Well, maybe this was just what she had needed to wake her up, she decided. Hal was her brothe after all, and they had no business making love to each other. She had resisted the passes of a lot of other guys during the last four years, while she ha mooned over Hal, and she realized how foolish that had been. It was time she grew up and began doing what the rest of the world did.
When she and Thraxton came to the final horse in his stable, and he told her about the handsome animal, his warm eyes skimmed over her enticing form. Linda patted the horse's head.
A pile of straw lay just beyond, in. the secluded corner of the barn, and Thraxton led her to it.
"What are we going to do here?" asked, gazingat him through wide, childlike eyes.
"Well now, baby, _that's up to you," the husky, middleaged trainer said. "I'm putting myself out to set up a nice deal for you and your, uh, brother in the ninth race. So it seems to me that maybe you ought to feel a little bit grateful."
"Oh, it does, does it?" Linda responded saucily.
"Yeah." Thraxton moved closer. "Besides, I know what little girls like I could make you feel awfully good."
She gazed at him, intending at first to put him down firmly. But something stayed her tongue. She kept thinking about Hal and the girl jockey, and she considered the resolution she had just made to start a new way of life for herself. Though Thraxton wasn't the most attractive of men, perhaps he was a fitting one to start with, she conjectured. At least, she would be getting back at Hal and proving she wasn't just some dumb kid that he could boss around, using and casting aside whenever the whim struck him.
"All right," she told Thraxton 'daringly. "Show me what you can do."
She felt more and more like the tramp that something had already told her she was as. the bushy-haired man drew her down into the straw. Her nerves began to sing like rural telephone wires, drawn taut.
Thraxton leaned over her, grinning lustfully. She shut her eyes, because she didn't want to look at his swarthy, worldly wise face.
Just let him do what be wants to do, she told herself, and see if you can enjoy it.
He began by running his hands possessively over her supine body, getting the feel of her tithes, her subtley curved abdomen, and her thighs that tapered from full to slimness just above her knees. Linda's responses stirred as his big hands crawled under the hem of her skirt and glided upward on bare flesh.
She hadn't put on pantyhose that morning, nor bothered with a slip, so she wore only panties underneath her skirt. Thraxton's hands quickly reached them, his fingers crawling over the clingy silk.
Linda squirmed restlessly in the straw, and she kept her eyes shut. The man who knelt beside her. was all eyes as he drew her skirt up around her waist and gazed at her pretty belly and shadowy mons in peach-colored briefs.
Enjoying her submissiveness, and the fact that her eyes weren't even monitoring his moves, the lecherous horse trainer raised her legs into the air and spread them wide apart. This shocked Linda, and her eyes popped open to see Thraxton staring at her narrowly covered crotch and at the lower bulges of her buttocks, which had escaped from the elastics of her pants.
She felt ashamed, but fought the negative sensation. She had made up her mind that she was going to live differently, and this was the first step. If it didn't work out well, she would try something else. A girl had to learn.
Thraxton was flexing her pretty legs and pushing them back, bending her like a pretzel. He enjoyed the way her asscheeks gyrated quiveringly, partly inside and partly out of her briefs. Puckers chased this way and that across the silken fabric of her panties. Her enticing asscrack was hazily visibly through the filmy cloth. The man let her legs drop into the straw, and he sather up.
He seemed to be going about seducing her in a strange manner, Linda thought, tugging her one way and another as if s ie were a rag doll. She didn't understand that her remarkably compliant attitude was bringing out a strange quirk in Thraxton - the desire to treat a girl negligently and to satisfy whatever whim might occur to him at the moment.
He pulled off her blouse.
Linda let her head loll, her eyes remaining shut. A curve of lustrous brown hair fell across her cheek. Her lips were girlishly pink and moist, prompting Thraxton to bend and kiss them, licking along their moist juncture with his fat tongue.
His hands crawled to her back and unfastened her brassiere. He drew the harness forward, its ribbons' gliding along her arms as its cups relinquished their enviable grasp of her shapely, firm breasts.
Her titties quivered when Thraxton yanked the bra away. Steadying her by one arm, he pinched first one of her pink nipples and then the other. Responsive throbs coursed through the young woman, but she remained determined not to take an active part in what was happening.
This was Thraxton's show, she thought. He had something to prove.
He pushed her onto her back, and her bare tits joggled. He grasped her legs and twisted her onto her belly.
Linda heated more as she felt the man's eyes making love to her panty-clad bottom.
Thraxton had a huge, thrusting hard-on by that time. As cute as Linda's tits were, her ass was by far her most attractive feature, he thought. Her buttocks were somewhat loaf like - exactly the right shape to invite a man's hands during fucking, or to inspire a vigorous spanking, or to make a guy want to yank them wide apart.
At first Thraxton just shimmied them, while she still had her pants on. Panties on a pretty ass made it more alluring than if it were nude, he thought, especially panties that were a pale orangey-pink, like the ones Linda was wearing, and just sheer enough to hint at the goodies they contained. They were also a bit flimsy in their fit, the leg elastics having crawled partway up both buttocks and the crotch-strip having folded onto itself, narrowing the coverage of her sexual playground.
Brown haul curled wispily into view along the edges of the girl's panty crotch. Even a bit of her puffy cuntlips could be seen.
Thraxton bent and licked the exposed lower portion of a buttock.
A little whine escaped Linda's lips.
The man dragged his nose across the seat of her panties and caught the lower portion of her other buttock between his teeth. He bit her.
"Ooh!" Linda exclaimed.
"Hurt?" Thraxton growled, his voice surprisingly soft. "I'll lick it and make it well."
His wet tongue swabbed the bulge of her buttock, wobbling the jelly-like flesh.
His approach seemed stranger and stringer, but Linda was content to let it run its course while her arousal grew gradually, as it most certainly was doing. Droplets of girl-honey oozed from the lips of her heated cunt, moistening the thin strip of panty that pressed against hem.
Thraxon licked her bare thighs. His slimy tongue wandered down one of them and up the other, meandering onto a jigglymound in her briefs. His hand stroked her thighs, the roughness of his skin ameliorated by the viscous glaze which his tongue had left on her flesh.
His hands crawled up onto her buttocks. He-squeezed the pliant loaves through her panties and rubbed them against each other.
Linda was growing hotter and getting more than a little anxious. Didn't this oaf want to do anything. besides feel her and lick and nuzzle? she wondered.
His thick fingers curled around the top elastic of her briefs and stretched the band downward, baring her lovely ass inch-by-delectably-curved-inch. He liked the faint darkening of the inner slopes of her buttocks, revealed as he shook her gently and let the gelatinous mounds wobble apart.
He pulled her panties the rest of the way off and gave them a winging toss. They hooked onto a saddle peg on the rough-hewn wall of his stable.
Chuckling, Thraxton spread the girl's lusciuos buttocks wide apart.
Oooh, no! she thought. He's looking at my asshole!
She wasn't frightened, because she didn't know anything about sodomy. But the idea of the man staring at her very private rear orifice embarrassed her in the extreme. Her anus automatically clenched, its converging little puckers drawing into what looked like an impenetrable knot. That made it all the more enticing. But Thraxton had no intention of driving his stake into that portion of her anatomy... at least, not today. He was counting on her fulfilling her part of their bargain and getting him off 'the hook with Klein, which she might not want to do if he hurt her. He was just window-shopping; enjoying his opportunity to study each delightful part of the teenager as she lay in front of him, almost as if she had been drugged into unconciousness.
But even his patience soon began to yield to the throbbing thrust of desire as his prick poked painfully against the inside of his pants, demanding something' warm and soft to sink into.
He squeezed and wiggled Linda's buttocks as he held them apart, and he lustfully watched her little assho!e change shape. His gaze dropped " to her pliantly inviting pussy, which was wiggling, also, the plushy, hair-covered lips touching and parting as wet pinkness winked at him from her succulent center.
He lowered his bushy head into her sweet-scented crotch and began licking at the luscious cuntflesh which writhed sensously against his tongue.
"Oooooh... myyyyy.. mmmmmmmmmmm!"
Linda mewed responsively.
Thraxton 's tongue sank into her warm,, moist pussy while his nose nestled between her buttocks. He tongue-fucked her slowly, enjoying the tantalizing taste of her teenaged twat and her stimulating frangrance.
Her cunt seemed to blossom as he stroked his tongue in and out of it, the lips acquiring greater puffiness and spreading wider apart until the way was very slick and open into her girlish depths.
Thraxton straightened up, ripped his pants open, and pushed them down. A cock which would have done justice to the horsesthat he trained sprang to rigid attention, thick as a wrist and topped off by a monstrous, mushroom-shaped knob which was blood-red.
He moved up to the girl whose ass remained elevated, where she had brought it to enjoy his between her lathered pussyfolds, causing Linda to gasp when she felt how huge it was.
She was about to exclaim that she couldn't possibly take anything so big inside her when Thraxton pushed, and her cuntal passage was spread wide.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" was all she could say as his horse's prick forged into her, utterly stuffing her throbbing, itchy passage with its pulsating bulk.
She gazed at Thraxton over her shoulder, discarding her passive pose. Her eyes were wide and her pink lips parted as she stared fearfully at the big man.
He began to withdraw and plunge rhythmically, pumping his cock with deliberate slowness in and out of her clasping, butter-slick vagina. Luscious sensations swamped her brain, and she knew everything was going to be all right.
Everything was going to be WONDERFUL!
Linda squirmed and pushed eagerly against the horse-hung man who was fucking her, and it was almost as if she had never been fucked before. She marveled that her pussy was able to stretch itself so perfectly and painlesly around his huge cock and enjoy so thoroughly his stroking inside her. The hot tip of her clitty had never been pressed so firmly before, or rubbed with such telling effect. No wide, horny ridge of cockhead had never felt so scrumptious as it rippled her cuntal walls. She could even feel the bulging veins which wound serpentlike around Thraxton's prick as the massive implement stroked in and out of her cunt.
"Oooooh.. wowwww :.. that's WON-derful!" she said as the man slowly and forcefully fucked her.
Each thrust drove her deeper into the strawpile, the abrasive strands scratching her nipples. Even that felt good. Thraxton plunged and plunged into her upturned cunt, forcing a fine spray of pussyjuice to fan out. Each time his loglike cock withdrew, it dragged some rosy cuntflesh with it, only to fold that slick membrane back into her body with his next deep-fucking thrust Linda's brain swirled.
Oh, what I've been missing al these years! She thought as she pushed backward grindingly to absorb every last inch of the mm's big cock. She writhed wantonly, rubbing her hot tits against the straw.
Thraxton seemedale to keep thrusting into her all day, without increasing the tempo. Linda wasn't nearly so patient. The golden prize of orgasm hung glittering just before her, it seemed, and she yearned to have Thraxton fuck her fast so she could reach it She begged, "Pleease... ooh, SHIT! For Christ's sake, GIVE it to meeee! POUND it INNNNNN to meeeee! OOOOOH, I LOVE YOUR BIG HOT COCK!"
Thraxton fucked her with such fury that it felt like she was being driven right down through the straw and into the earth beneath. Her blissfully impaled cunt blazed. Her ass shook. Her titties quivered. She howled, then screamed... then CAME with Thraxton shaking and spurting inside her, like a firehose spraying into a conflagration.
Her sanity seemed to spin off like a Frisbee, winging above the housetops into a never-never realm that was part of heaven nor earth.
When she finally came to her senses, the big man lay heavily atop her back, and she was embedded in the straw. The horses where whinnying nearby.
"Well?" Thraxton asked as he pulled suckingly from her cunt, his prick still feeling meaty and huge. He rolled her onto her back. "Did I make you feel good or not?"
"You made me feel heavenly!" she had to say, and stared at the long, wet hose with its rosy nozzle that hung between his legs.
She capped off her wickedness by sitting up and bending to his penis, which she lifted. Braving its pungent scent and the moist glaze it'had brought from her cunt, she kissed the man's cockhead.
Linda felt like a new girl, contented and unashamed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Well, did that cute jockette explain everything to you?" Linda pointedly asked her brother, when she returned to the office with Ibraxton and found Hal alone.
"Yeah," Hal said, studying her. "Sally left quite a while ago. That was some tour of the stable you had!"
Thraxton didn't say anything. His eyes moved back and forth interestedly from Linda to Hal, whom he didn't believe were sister and brother.
"I saw everything!" she said, and smiled at the husky trainer.
"Ready to go over and talk to Klein now?" he asked.
Hal spoke up: "Yeah, we're ready. Come on, Linda."
She shrugged away when Hal attempted to take hold of her arm. "I can see Klein alone. Why don't you go out and do your handicapping or whatever."
Hal knew she was upset, and he guessed it concerned Sally. Perhaps he had a right to be upset with her, also,. considering how long she and Thraxton had taken on their little tour.
Hal was silent as he left the room behind his sister, who seemed to walk more confidently than usual - almost defiantly, he thought.
Immediately outside, they went their separate ways, both of them saying goodbye to Thraxton. Linda had no trouble finding the office of the security chief.
Toadlike Al Klein looked up from his desk as she entered the room. He seemed undecided as to whether he was glad to see hr, but quit clearly he was surprised.
Linda shut the door, smiled at him, and sat on his visitor's chair.
"What do you want?" he asked suspiciously.
"To talk. I got to thinking about what I told you yesterday - that business about he fixed race - and I decided that I heard wrong."
"Yeah?"
Klein was having difficulty figuring her out. She didn't seem like the same girl who had visited him the day before.
"I decided I ought to comeback and straighten out any false impression I gave you," Linda said blithely.
"That ain't why you came back," Klein said, an oily grin spreading over his face. He thought he had solved the puzzle. "You liked what happened here yesterday."
The heavyset man rose from his chair and walked around his desk to stand in front of her, his big belly thrust forward.
"Mr. Klein, I told you why I came, and that's all there is to it."
"Okay," he said amiably. But now that you're here, why rush away - hmm?'� Linda gazed at him. He had given her pleasure the preceding day, and there no longer seemed any reason to deny herself the opportunity for new enjoyment. But things would be different this time, she vowed. She wasn't going to let Klein bully her, as he had before.
"You may make love to me," she said a hint of haughtiness in her tone. "But no more of that caveman stuff!"
Klein seemed taken aback.
"Why don't you, uh, just kneel?" Linda suggested.
The uniformed man hesitated, but when the look in. Linda's eyes assured him that she meant what she had said, he lowered himself to one knee before her. Giddily she thought of herself as a princess and he her lackey, which brought a smile to her lips.
"Are you making fun of me?" Klein demanded, squinting.
"Of course not," Linda purred. "You may lift my skirt."
The man quickly responded, grasping her skirt at both sides and carrying it up her bare thighs. Linda raised her bottom from the chair and scootched forward, so that Klein was able to flip the skirt out from under her, and she perched her plump buttocks on the edge of the wood. He stared at her nakedness, which became really striking when she swung her thighs wide apart.
"You've quit wearing panties?" he asked.
"Ooh, no. But they, uh, seem to have gotten lost." Linda suppressed a giggle as she thought of them hanging on the peg in Thraxton's stable.
Klein's hands glided up the satiny inner slopes of her thighs, and his thick thumbs parted the draperies of her lightly haired cunt. Her vestibule was clean, .despite her session with the horse trainer just a short time ago, because she' had stopped by the ladies room en route to Klein's office. She still had some of the other man's cum tucked up inside, but Klein's tongue wouldn't be long enough [ to reach it, she assumed. And if it did, so what?
She watched his eyes brighten as he gazed at her rosy cuntal folds and at the Iittle bump of her ditty, which the sudden contact with the outer air was firming. She writhed suggestively.
"Well?" she prompted, no longer the blushing innocent.
"Aaahhhrrgh!" Klein rasped as he pressed his greedy mouth into her pie.
Linda gasped and clutched hold of his head, which was mostly bald. He licked her cunt lasciviously, and she thrilled, squirming against his face. She held him right where he was, in case he got any notion about quitting too soon.
He didn't. It wasn't every day that he got a chance to eat such a luscious young pussy - though it miraculously had happened two days in a row and he wished to make the most of the opportunity.
He twisted his head between Linda's warm, smooth thighs as his tongue eagerly plowed the fleshy softness of her teenaged twat. He moistly stroked the tip of her clit, causing her to coo with delight. His tongue glided into the mouth of her vaginal channel, which he reamed with a circular motion, exciting all the little fucknerves that resided there. He breathed in the heady fragrance of her humid cove.
A wicked thought occurred to Linda, and she said, her voice unsteady because of her giddiness, "Let me stand up now."
Klein lingered at her trough, but she pushed his bulbous head away. He blinked at her, looking more toadlike than ever.
She stood in front of him and turned around, holding her skirt up. She knelt on the seat of the straight wooden chair and let the skirt dangle from the small of her back.
"Kiss me some more," she said arrogantly, looking at Klein over her shoulder.
He knew what she wanted and, though the idea of being ordered to do such a thing rankled his ego, the enticement of her beautiful young ass lured him on. He spanned her dimpled flanks with his stubby fingers, his thumbs sinking into her warm crack. He opened her ass as if he were splitting a peach.
Her delightful little anus stared at him, and he leaned closer. Linda got a quick -glimpse of his tongue sticking out, before he was too close for her to see.
But then she felt him, and how good it was!
Luscious shivers coursed through her as the dirty man licked her puckered asshole. His abrasive, damp tongue thrilled her wildly. Wanting to make the thrill even more intense, she pushed her bottom backward, grinding it against Klein's face. This screwed her tight anus around the tip of his tongue. A quick bump completed the desired connection, and his tongue broke through her circular muscle, lewdly up her ass.
"Oooooooh!" she moaned, shuddering deliciously.
Once his tongue was caught in her asshole, Klein forged madly onward, reaming the tightly clasping ring and fluttering his oral organ up and down in her forbidden passage.
Linda felt about to come. She quivered, teetering at the brink of climax. Then Klein pulled his tongue from her ass and she felt abandoned.
She whirled on the chair, nearly losing her balance before she dropped to her knees, next to the rotund man. She urged him onto his back on the floor. Responding to her frustration, and stimulated by what he had done for her, she unzipped his pants and brought out his stiffened cock.
The thing was small compared to Thraxton's huge whang, but it looked good to Linda in her present mood. Oddly she wanted it in her mouth instead of in her pussy.
She swooped, her long brain hair hanging like a veil to partially conceal her shocking act. But when Klein felt her soft lips around the knob of his pecker, he 'knew with thrilling certainty what she was about. He jabbed his stubby dick upward, to sink it deeply into her mouth, and she sucked while her senses swirled. She quickly regained the advantage she had lost, and she knew she could reach a climax with the man's cock in her mouth.
She sucked on his quivering prick, while bobbing her head. Her velvety lips glided on his spit-slickened shaft and skidded across the ridge of his corona. Her tongue swirled around his rising crown and lapped against it. She swallowed frequently Her lips were almost as sensitive, when employed this way, as the labia that surrounded her cuntal passage, and her tongue was like a secondary clit, fluttering and stroking: But more important was the idea of what she was doing, and the way it symbolized her new-found freedom from prudish restraints. The daring demonstration gave her a husky boot up the passion ladder, and she found herself teetering at the top as she sucked Klein's cock wildly.
He was no less effected by the starteling"voluntary act of the teenager he had raped the day before. Her hot, stroking lips and laving tongue made his balls churn with lust. He groaned and beat his hips against the floor, fucking his short prick into her eagerly sucking mouth.
She knew what was about to happen, and she didn't care In a way, she wanted it to occur. She kept pumping her head gliding her o-shaped lips briskly up and down on Klein's rod.
Her nerves gathered taut.
Oh God, don't let me miss it this time! she begged.
She didn't. As Klein's thick, creamy sperm spurted into her mouth and gushed down her suddenly gulping throat, she came gloriously. She lurched on his spitting cock - nearly swallowing the raunchy thing - as blissful warmth baked her tension away. The portion of Klein's semen that she didn't swallow washed 'back over her tongue, giving her taste buds a final treat, then oozed out between her lips and his twitching shaft to drool along his rod.
She took her mouth from him as soon as he had stooped coming, and she licked his softening shank, not wishing the spilled semen to soil his clothes. She managed to lick it all up, then cleaned the eye of his organ with a final swipe of her tongue, before she raised her head and smiled at him.
"God damn!" was all the fat man could say. Linda got shakily to her feet.
"So, please forget what I told you about that fixed race," she said, as if their conversation had suffered only a minor interruption. "I must have misunderstood what I heard."
She turned and left the room, her bottom undulatng prettily, and Klein stared after her from his position on the floor. He looked as if he suspected that the whole thing had been a wet dream.
Linda located Hal at their predetermined meeting place, where he was intently studying the Racing Form.
That Stick Up in the ninth doesn't look as if he could beat 'five-thousand-dollar claimers, but they've got him going at twelve," Hal observed. "He'll pay a bundle, all right."
"Is that the fix ?.. "Yeah." Hal glanced quickly around. "But keep your voice down, will you?"
"How much are you going to put on it?"
"Two hundred to win."
"Isn't that a bit high?"
"Baby, it's all set!"
" Hal said, and studied her. "Say what's the matter? You act like you don't care much."
"I've been thinking about other things, I guess. How's your system doing?"
"It hasn't been doing anything, so far. That's why I need a nice payoff. Did you take care of Klein?"
"Mmmhmm." Linda had a wise look in her brown eyes.
"Baby, you seem different... more cool somehow."
"Oh, really? I can't imagine why."
"Look, if you're pissed about that girl jockey... "
"Hal, you can make out with all the girl jockeys you like," she said. "In fact, you can make out with all the girls you like. You don't owe me anything."
"Now, wait a minute," he responded slipping his arm around her slender waist and. drawing her close to him. "We're still a pair, you and I."
Linda wriggled away from him. "Handicap your horses, hmm?"
Hal gave her a quizzical look, then returned his attention to the form. Linda glanced at the crowd about her the fun-loving girls and their flashily dressed escorts, the working men stealing. a day at the track to break the humdrum monotony of their lives, the little old ladies hoping to parlay 'their social security checks, and the hardened racetrack regulars, desperately needing a win to get even. It was a stimulating atmosphere, and she enjoyed it but not only because of the races. She thought of everything that had happened there, to change her life.
The summertime crowd was lightly dressed, most of the young women going braless. Linda didn't feel out of place with no panties on. The thought of her pants dangling from a peg in Thraxton's stable, which would have embarrassed her intensely not long ago, was a matter of faint amusement.
As the next race came down to the line of finish, a girl beside her squealed and jumped up and down, her braless breasts bobbing. Hal didn't notice.
"Shit!" he said as he threw down two ten-dollar tickets.
"Lost it?" Linda asked.
"Yeah. I had the placer. He missed by a length,"
"Maybe you ought to bet to place," Linda suggested.
"You don't know anything about the races," he replied scornfully. "Studies have shown that win betting always pays more."
"Not when your horses place," Linda pointed out.
"Just keep your advice to yourself, huh?" her brother retorted sharply.
His mood grew even darker as the afternoon wore on. He talked more and more about the killing he expected to make in the final race of the day, but he was depressed because his method wasn't doing well.
"I can't understand it!" he told Linda. "It works on paper!"
"These aren't paper horses," his sister said wryly. "Very funny!"
In the feature, Hal had the odds-on favorite, and Linda was surprised. "I thought you liked longer odds," she said "Except in a race like this," he told her. "Stakes are different. You go for the high-weight every time, regardless of price."
"Oh." Linda didn't know enough about the game to give him an argument, and she wasn't that interested, anyway. It was Hal's money that was going down the tubes, not hers. She was realizing more and more, as time went on, that they didn't have as much in common as she had thought.
Hal returned from a seller's window with two win tickets clutched in his hand. His tension increased as the horses entered the gate. Linda wanted to see him win this race, if only out of compassion; she hated to see anyone get beat down.
The favorite trailed around the clubhouse turn and down the back stretch. He began moving up as the horses turned for home, and he came flying in the stretch, passing them all and winning by a length and a half, going away.
"That's more like it!" Hal exclaimed, grinning: for the first time that afternoon.
"How much did you make?" Linda asked as the prices were flashed on the tote board.
"Sixteen dollars," he said, his elation sobered by the realization that the profit wasn't enough to get back even one of his losing bets.
"Well, you,broke the ice," Linda observed.
"Yeah. And the next race is where I make my killing."
He and Linda watched the post parade with special interest. Sally McGinnis sat erectly astride Stick Up, her blonde hair tucked underneath her perky cap so that it would have been difficult to tell whether she was a boy or a girl, if it weren't for the sexy quiver of her titties in her bright red silk shirt. She didn't glance their way as her colt walked calmly past the grandstand ramp where Hal and Linda stood in the thinning, late-afternoon crowd.
"Is he your system pick?" Linda asked.
"Huh?" Hal was studying the tote board.
"Stick Up," his sister said. "Is that the horse your system says to play?"
"No," Hal replied. "The system has number ten."
"That's a longshot, too, isn't it?"
The odds on number ten, at the moment, were nine to one, while Stick Up was going off at twenty.
"Don't bug me, huh?" Hal snapped, his tension mounting. "Wait here. I'm going to get my tickets." Hal splurged, buying four fifty-dollar tickets on Stick Up to win and wheeling him in the exacta with all the other horses in the race, which cost forty-five dollars more. That took a large bite out of, his thousand-dollar betting fund, which already had been reduced by his losses of that afternoon and the day before.
He returned to Linda, his face set grimly. His hose remained at twenty to one, and he tried to concentrate on what he would collect after Stick Up waltzed home. It would be a bonanza, counting the exacta payoff. But the risk overshadowed the anticipated gain. What if something went, wrong?
It was too late to worry about that, Hal realized He had his tickets.
Just before post-time, the odds on his system horse' dropped to eight," and Stick Up went to twenty-five.
"God, would you look at that?" he said to Linda. "The, payoff will be over fifty bucks... for two! Why, that's better than five thousand for two hundred and the exacta will be fantastic!"
Hal did his best to convince himself that the small fortune was just as god as in the bag, but his doubts increased, rubbing his nerves raw. As the horses went into the gate, he took a final look at the Form. The ten-horse, My Pleasure, did look better than Stick Up; he was forced to admit, and his system had told him to play it.
"The flag is up!" the public address system announced.
A hush fell over the crowd. Hal's adrenaline flowed,, his heartbeat increasing.
"They're off... and running!" the track announcer proclaiaiied, and a bell clanged noisily through the stands as the mutuel machines locked. "Honey's Pet breaks on top, with Star Saphire second, then My Pleasure and Stick Up."
The announcer droned out the names of the other horses as Hal and Linda tensely watched the field approach the first turn, his horse running near the middle of the pack. Going into the turn, Stick Up moved to the tail.
"Past the clubhouse, it's Honey's Pet still on the' lead by two lengths, Star Sapphire second by a half length, Stick Up third... "
"That's a great spot!" Hal exclaimed to his sister. "Sally sure knows what she's doing."
"She rides well, doesn't she?" Linda responded, and looked closely at her brother.
"She sure does!"
For a fleeting moment Hal remembered how she had ridden him in Thraxton's office as his prick pumped up and down inside her. Linda guessed what he was thinking about.
"Down the back stretch, it's Stick Up gaining the lead by fialf a length, Honey's Pet is second by two... Star Sapphire is third ..
"Come on Stick Up!. Hal yelled. "All, the way, baby!
"Going into the far turn, it's Stick Up by four lengths, Star Shapphire moving into second by a head, Honey's Pet by two... '.
"They'll never catch him now!" Hal proclaimed: "Into the stretch, Stick Up is in front by three lengths, Star Sapphire is second, dropping back, Rogue's Valentine has moved into third by a neck, Honey's Pet is fourth by a half-length, and My Pleasure is moving up the middle of the track..
"Keep him coming, Sally!" Hal yelled. "Don't letup!"
"Stick Up is leading by half a length, Rogue Valentine is second by one length, My Pleasure is third by two... "
"It's gonna be close!" Hal exclaimed.
"Coming down to the wire, it's Stick Up and Rogue's Valentine head-and-head, and here comes My Pleasure... "
"Look at your system play!" Linda cried unnecessarily for Hal was staring at the ten-horse as he passed the other two and drove across the finish line well ahead, with Rogue's Valentine finishing second, and Stick Up taking the show.
"I don't believe it!" he said, looking as if someone had kicked his guts out "So much for your friend. Sally!" Linda couldn't help observing after the whoops of the crowd had quieted down.
"No!" Hal cried, the color rushing back into his face. "I'm gonna get her for this!"
He charged off through the crowd, with Linda running to keep up.
CHAPTER NINE
Hal reached the paddock as the horses were being led through, on their way back to the stables. The jockeys followed, carrying their tack. Some walked in pairs, chatting. Others were alone, thoughtful or nonchalant, like ordinary working stiffs at the end of another day.
Sally was easy to spot, because she had taken off her cap, and her fluffy blonde hair glistened in the late-afternoon sun. She was alone and stepping briskly, her pert titties jiggling in her blouse.
"Hey!" Hal exclaimed Sally glanced at him. "Tough, huh?" she said casually, and continued on.
"Now, wait a minute!" Hal took after her.
"This won't do any good!" Linda whispered urgently as she tagged at his heels. "You'll just get into trouble!"
He paid no attention to her and caught up with the girl jockey just as she reached the stable gate. The white-haired guard who had apprehended Linda the day before was on duty, letting the jockeys through.
"I want to talk to you!" Hal said angrily, grasping Sally's arm.
She cast him a quick glance, then looked at the guard, who was watching the encounter with interest.
"All right," she said finally. "Come on in."
Then, to the guard: "It's okay, Sam. He's a friend of mine."
"And the young lady?" Sam asked as Linda crowded after the other two. She didn't want to be left alone.
"Yeah, let her in, too," Sally said, as if, what was the` difference?
As soon as they were out of earshot of the guard and the other jockeys, Hal fumed, "You really screwed me up! I hope you know that."
"How long have you been playing the races?" Sally asked him.
"Only a couple of days, but .. "
"Then you haven't had a chance to learn that nothings for sure around here!" Sally shrugged. "I did my best."
"Well, that isn't good enough. I would have played the winner, if it weren't for our arrangement, and I would have cashed in big!"
"Like I said... tough."
"Yeah, well I want to talk to Thraxton!"
"Help yourself. I've got to go to the jocks' room."
The petite girl set off, lugging her gear, and Hal turned to stare at his sister.
"Tough, she said! That was all she could tell me. Well, you know something? I don't think she did her best! I doubt if she did anything special at all. We were had, baby!"
"Oh, Hal, forget it!" Linda worried. "Youve still got enough money left to turn things around, if you want to keep playing. At least, you found out today that your system would work."
Hal turned and headed toward Thraxton's stable. Linda had no choice but to tag along. They found the husky trainer examining the legs of a horse in one of his stalls.
"Your girl crossed me!" Hal exclaimed.
Thraxton looked up from his crouch, next to the gelding's hindquarters. "I don't know what you're talking about," he snarled. "Now, get out of here! I'm busy."
Hal's rage bubbled over, and he lunged at the larger man.. Thraxton moved quickly, grasping Hal by a leg. The latter tumbled onto the straw-covered floor. Thraxton was atop him before he knew what had happened, rolling him onto is back and sending a.balled fist crashing against his jaw.
Hal was out like a. candle as his sister screamed.
Bobbing to his feet, Thraxton turned to face her. "Shut up he had it coming!"
"You've hurt him!" Linda exclaimed, and began beating her fists against the chest of the burly man.
He whirled her around and sent her reeling toward a corner of the stall, where she fell into the straw that was piled there. Her legs flew up, and they were parted, revealing the fact that she had no pants on. Thraxton had been aware of that, anyway, since she had left her panties in one of his stalls earlier in the day..
He propped to a kneeling position beside her in the straw, holding her down.
"There's something I've been itching to do to you," he said, "and I'm gonna do it right now. Then maybe you'll quit bugging me!"
He rolled her onto her belly, pulling her skirt up around her waist.
Linda assumed he intended to spank her anc though the prospect was humiliating, it hardly seems like the worst thing in the world. To save herself th added embarrassment of having someone rush in an, catch her with her bottom exposed, she didn't cr out, thinking she would take the spanking and hop to get it over with as quickly as possible.
That proved a serious mistake, for Thraxton hay something besides spanking on his mind. He rippe his pants open and pinched Linda's cheeky buttock apart. Her tiny anus shrank before his gaze.
"What are you doing?"- she demanded in surprise looking over her shoulder.
She saw the man's upthrust prick waggling as h, moved into position, and terror gripped her. Suddeni her anus felt the wet shock of a glob of spittle striking it at dead-center.
"OOOH!" she cried, and tried to scramble away But Thraxton held her firmly as he nosed his stiff cock between her buttcheeks, nestling its tip in he sensitive dimple. By that time she knew with dreadfu certainty what the vicious man intended, and ther was -nothing she could do to stop it. She wiggled but this-only facilitated the grinding of his brutal cock against her forbidden rear orifice, and she felt the converging puckers begin to spread.
Harder and more insistently Thraxton twisted his bulging cockhead against her spit-slick anus, and the little mouth of her ass opened wider and wider. The forced stretching of her circular muscle hurt, and the bulk that was beginning to crawl into her ass terrified the inexperienced girl. She feared Thraxton's big prick would split her in two, and she moaned loudly.
"Shut up," he growled, "or it will go worse with you!"
He continued grinding his horny ,prick into her rear until her anus was stretched to its maximum around his thick, mushroom-shaped glans. Her ass seemed on fire. She bit her lower lip, and tears sprang to her eyes.
Pop! Thraxton's cockhead was inside her rubbery rear channel, and the entrance ring had snapped elastically into the groove behind his hard ridge. The pressure was a little less,intense,but Linda still had the worry of his cock sticking into her the wrong way.
As he resumed pushing and grinding, his pole-like organ drove deeper and deeper into her abused asshole, and it felt as if a gigantic log were being crammed up there - a log that was on fire!
"AAAAWW'aVWW!" Linda bleated, trying to hold her voice down.
She didn't want to have someone come in and se her getting her ass plugged, since it was too late to do anything about it. And she didn't want Hal to wake up while Thraxton was driving his prick up he rear, either.
The brutal man stopped. this pushing long enough to rotate his cock in her anus, relaxing the circular muscle and making her membrane more accustome to his sodornistic penetration. Then he pushed deeper groaning voluptuously as her tight rubbery ring crawled farther up his long, thick prick. It felt t Linda as if his organ were sticking all the way through her and was about to pop out of her throat or someplace.
He began to pump up and down in her ass, spreading the burning pressure along the sensitive walls c her anul passage, which was totally unaccustome to such invasion. She began to realize she woul survive, however, and - except for the degradatic and discomfort - would probably suffer no ill e fects from the unnatural fucking. This permitted hi to relax somewhat.
Thraxton screwed her virginal young asshole wil gusto, as she writhed and panted. Her lush buttocks quivered against him each time he drove his huge phallus up her rear. She whimpered.
Gradually, to Linda's mystification, the horror of the brutal ass-fucking turned into a strange kind of pleasure, and she found herself for the man's deeply buggering thrusts. His raging cock gave her a wild new sensation as it surged up her butt, sinking her hot, squishy bowels.
To Thraxton, the thrill was incomparable as her tight asshole stroked up and down on his very thick shaft. No hand, mouth or .pussy could ever feel so tight or stroke his cock: with such a ripplingly delightful effect.
He fucked Linda's lovely ass harder.
"Oooh... oooh... oooh!" she cried pantingly as she took thrust after thrust of his wrist-thick rod up her burning, th-.-hbing rear hole.
She bumped her ass quiveringly against him. '"I'm going to... " she gaped, "CUMMMMM!"
She did, with a rush, and was amazed by the force of the strange orgasm, which made her pussy throb even though it had not been penetrated or even touched. Her anus clutched spastically at the horse-trainer's twitching, stiff cock, and she felt him emptying his thick, creamy sperm into her bowels. It was crazy... but it gave her a wild, new kind of satisfaction.
"What the hell are you doing to her, Mr. Thraxton?" she heard a younthful male voice exclaim, and she looked around to see the stableboy named Lennie standing over them.
"Get outa here!" Thraxton growled, his prick still twitching in the rubbery circle of Linda's asshole.
"No, I won't!" Lenny cried. "You hadn't ought to treat her that way!"
The youth fell onto his boss from behind, pulling the latter away from Linda, and his prick withdrew from her tight anus with a sucking sound. It felt to the bewildered girl as if she still had his big organ sticking up inside her, and her raped asshole was slow in contracting. But contract it did, and she finally felt none the worse for the brutal buggering, except that her anus burned.
Looking behind her, she saw that Lenny had subdued- Thraxton with his fists. The older man lay on his back in the straw, his soft penis hanging out of his fly. He was unconscious.
"Are you okay?" the youth inquired as he gazed solicitously at Linda.
"Yes, I guess so.". She pulled her skirt down to hide her hips and thighs.
"What's wrong with him?" Lenny asked, glancing at Hal.
"Thraxton knocked him out."
Lenny stepped over to Hal and bent to listen to his heart.
"He'll most likely be coming to in a little while," the long-haired youth reported.
Linda didn't want to be there when Hal and Thraxton came to, because she feared there would be more trouble between them and she didn't want to be part of it. She wouldn't be able to help her brother and might even make matters worse, especi_ ally if he found out what Thraxton did to her.
"Do you have a place around here? she asked Lenny.
"Yeah," he said, surprised. "I've got a room at the other end of the stable."
"Take me there," Linda begged.
The youth happily complied, guiding her from the stall and down the line of stabled horses. Walking was a bit difficult for Linda, after the brutal treatment she had received from Thraxton, but she felt better to get away from him - and to get away from Hal, also, who seemed to have brought her nothing but trouble since he had arrived home.
Lenny showed her into a cluttered little bedroom, and she was surprised to see a pair of girl's panties lying on the unmade bed. She immediately recognized the panties as her own.
"How come you ye got these?" she asked Lenny, snatching up the peach-colored briefs.
He reddened. "I, uh, found 'em in the stable, hanging on a peg. I hoped they were yours:"
"Yes, they are," Linda said, and stuffed them into her handbag.
Lenny drew her close to him and looked w armly into her eyes. "I like you a lot: It really got to me when I say - Thraxton mistreating you "I didn't thank you yet for helping me... she said. "I hope it didn't cost you your job."
"Well, if it did I'll just find something else to do. I'm sorry I didn't walk in sooner, before that son of a bitch had a chance to stick his prick up your ass."
"I guess I'll be all right," Linda said.
"I wish you were my girl,," Lenny said as he continued to hold her close. His prick provided an exclamation mark for the statement by rising against her warm belly. Linda needed someone who would love her and treat her tenderly. She melted against the tall, good-looking youth.
"Oh, baby... baby...!" he said, and began kissing her about the face and neck.
She tilted her head back, -because his warm lips and tongue felt very good on her neck. His hardness also felt good as it pressed against her gently undulating belly.
They sank to the bed together.
Linda let Lenny remove her blouse and bra, and he obviously was thrilled to see her pink-tipped tittles: His large hands with their long, tapering fingers moved over them, fondling the springy, smooth mounds tenderly. The coarseness of his skin, which, had been toughened by much contact with leather, stimulated Linda, and her nipples became very stiff, tingling with delight as he stroked them.
The excited youth bowed his head and licked the hot tips of her throbbing breasts. Her hand naturally moved down his front, onto his faded, snug jeans, I, and she caught her breath when she felt the extreme hardness that his pants contained.
She had to take his prick out. She didn't feel like being` fucked again, so soon after Thraxton had buggered her, but she wanted to have Lenny 's cock close to her and to give him pleasure. There was a perfect way to do that, she realized.
The lad raised his head when she took his dick out of his pants, and they both watched her delicate fingers tighten around the thrusting shaft. Her hand moved up and down on him, rubbing his foreskin repeatedly across the sensitive ridge of his glans. e rosy bulb swelled each time it burst into the n, glistening with the clear precoital fluid he was exuding.
"You've got such a ong and beautiful prick!" Linda murmured heatedly. And it's so very hard."
"It loves to have your hand on it," Lenny replied huskily.
She could feel the warm blood throbbing through his rigid cock. She bent closer to it, inhaling the musky scent of his arousal.
"Maybe it would like my lips on it, hmm. she purred. And my tongue."
"Ooh, baby...!" was all the thrilled nineteen-year old youth could say.
Linda stuck out her tongue and licked the juicy tip of his cock. Watching as well as feeling her pink tongue glide across his slit and around his bulging knob of his penis delighted Lenny, and his shaft twitched in her grasp.
She held his cock straight up and licked the underside of it as the bulb pressed her nose. She loved its humid, pungent scent.
"Suck it' Baby, please suck it!" Lenny begged. Linda smiled at him and let her soft lips glide over the rosy crown of his cock, encircling it completely.
When they locked into the groove behind his corona, they didn't reel co soft any more but vere elastically snug. Linda licked his prick-head as she sucked pleasurably on it, drinking don the blar:d fluid he was exuding. His throbbing fulness in her mouth pleased her immensely, and she began to bob her head, stroking her o-shaped lips up and down on his super-stiff, lip-stretching rod.
Lenny groaned and flopped onto his back. He no longer watched concentrating on the matchless thrill- which Linda's lips and tongue provided as she cocksucked him. His hip rose undulatingly from the mattress as he pushed his prick deeper into her warm, loving mouth.
Linda bobbed her head more briskly. Her senses swirled, and her pussy was becoming very hot. She grasped one of Lenny's hands and directed it up between her smooth thighs as she lay curled on a hip beside him. Her thrills increased when he tickled the hairy lips of her tunny, and her excitement became very intense as his middlefinger broke through her lathered labia and touched the hot little tip of her clitoris.
As he stroked her love button, she pumped her mouth wildly on his upthrust cock. She was very close to a climax, which she knew would sweep away the bad aftertaste of Thraxton'c brutal screwing.
As Lenny pinched her clit and rolled it between his abrasive thumb and fingers, she came, lurching and moaning in her throat. She champed spastically on the youth's bulging cockhead, and hot sperm streamed up from his quaking balls, through the twitching pipe of his penis, to, gush over her tongue and down her gulping throat.
Linda felt complete.
CHAPTER TEN
"What the fuck happened to you?.. Lou Mangano demanded as he knelt next to 'traxton, whose eyelids were fluttering as he stirred on the stable floor.
Blonde Ginnie knelt beside Hal. This one's coming to, also," she reported as she stared at the young man's handsome face.
"Aaarrgh!" Thraxton groaned and sat up, shiking his head woozily.
"Did that guy knock you out?" Lou asked, nodding toward Hal. The conclusion had seemed too simple to accept without confirmation, since both men were unconscious when Lou and Ginnie had walked into the stall.
"That prick?" Thraxton said derisively. "Shit, no! I took care of him, then a guy who works for me jumped me from behind, while I was screwing the babe. Wait till I get my hands on that motherfucker!"
"Was it the same babe who loused up our deal?"
"Yeah. And that son of a bitch over there was with her."
Lou quickly rose to his feet and walked over to Ginnie, who was watching Hal wake up.
"He's one of Levin's guys," Lou whispered to her. "Get him out of here and go to work on him. Find out what he knows."
Hal wasn't aware of what had been said. He didn't even notice Lou. When the world came into focus, all he saw were Ginnie's lush tits, hanging free inside the gaping top of her dress, as she bent over him.
He grinned. "Well, who are you," he asked wolfishly, despite the dull ache in his head.
"I'm somebody who's gonna make you feel better, " she said. "Think you can stand up?"
"Sure."
Lou had led Thraxton away, and when Hal got to his feet he was alone in the stall with Ginnie. He looked her over woozily as she stood in front of him, wearing a chic floral-print dress that lovingly clung to the curves of her showgirl figure.
"You don't look like you belong in a stable," he said, rubbing his head.
"I don't. Let's get out of here."
"Where are we going?" Hal asked as she guided him from the stall.
"To a cozy motel room where you can take a warm shower... and have a few drinks to ease your head... and we can get better acquainted. I`m Ginnie."
"Hal Thompkins," he said, wondering what stroke of good fortune had brought this luscious girl to him. But he wasn't about to ask questions and risk lousing things up.
It was a short drive to the motel. As soon as they were in the luxurious room which Ginnie shared with Lou, she pointed Hal toward the shower.
"Why don't you get cleaned up, and I'll pour us a couple of drinks," she suggested. "What do you like?"
"Bourbon is fine," he grinned.
"'Then bourbon it is. With a little ice?"
"Great!"
Except for feeling as if he had been. kicked in the jaw by one of Thraxton's horses, Hal was all right. As he stripped in the bathroom and stepped under the shower he puzzled over the new turn of events. The warm spray felt so good, however, that he let it melt his uncertainties away. He lathered his thicl hairy chest and was just going to work on his coc and balls when the shower door opened.
"Here, handsome," Ginnie said as her bare an extended into the shower, handing him a cool glass full of tinkling ice and booze. "Ooh, myyyy!" she added appreciatively as her gaze scanned down through the steam to caress his soapy prick, which his own touch had thickened and caused to lift partway.
Hal was looking at her through the partially open shower door, and his eyes fairly popped. Luscious shaped, bare breasts rode high on her chest, the pink nipples rigid, while black, lacy panties enibrace her warm hips. Garter straps extended down from underneath her silk undies, pressing her creamy thighs, as they gripped the tops of sleek, dusky hose.
Hal gulped from the glass she had handed him.
"Hurry up and bring all your goodies out to me," she said, gazin ardently at his cock. "I'm feeling awfully horny right now."
Hal downed his drink quickly and handed the glass back to her. As the liquqr soothed his throbbing head and jaw, he rapidly completed his shower, and stepped out. Ginnie had returned to the other room, leaving the door partly open between. Hal toweled himself briskly and felt fit as a fiddle as he walked into the bedroom, his salami-Iike cock hanging thicky forward from his dangling balls.
Ginnie was draped seductively on the large bed, leaning on an elbow, so that one of her full breasts lay against the other as they swooped temptingly forward. Her thighs were just as -enticing between the taut bands at the top of her stockings and the frilly edges of her peekaboo panties.
Her blue eyes sparkled. "Come over here, you!" she purred throatily.
Grinning, Hal walked to the bed.
"Need another drink?" Ginnie asked as she brought a hand up underneath his cock and balls, gently cupping the latter as the tip of his prick moistly,jcissed her wrist.
"Maybe afterwards," he said.
That suits me just fine," Ginnie replied, and let her thumb and fingers glide up to encircle the shank of his cock. Using it as a handle, she drew Hal closer to her, until his shins were pressed against the edge of the bed.
"I like to taste a man first," she told him. "Do you mind?"
"Does a fish like water?" he responded happily, and watched Ginnie's glamorously coiffed blonde head approach his prick, which she held curvingly; upward.
Her pink, glistening tongue came out, and she touched it to the tip of his organ. Hal shivered with delight. The girl chuckled softly, deep in her throat, and she circled his bulging cockhead with her tongue.
The moistly gliding caress quickly stiffened his organ the rest of the way so that Ginnie could let go of it with her hand. The thing canted aggressively out and upward from Hal's bushy loins, the head swelling like a small red tomato.
Ginnie lashed his thrilled cockhead with her tongue, causing his shaft to waggle stiffly to and fro. His balls quivered. She clutched his rod to steady it and fluttered her moist tongue rapidly up and down its entire thrusting length, sending blissful throbs coursing through him.
Suddenly she let go of his springy organ and sank back against the bed. Hal stared down at her lush beauty; his cock standing as high and stiff as ever in his rife, and he dropped to the mattress beside her. He gathered her shapely softness in his arms and began, ardently kissing her, his lips ranging from her mouth to her chin and down to her neck and shoulders. His hands crept around the outer sides of her voluptuous breasts, and he squeezed the full, resilient mounds. His thumbs rubbed her nipples, bending the pink, rubbery stubs to and fro.
"Mmmmmm, you make me feel so goooood!" Ginnie moaned, writhing luxuriously.
Hal's lips glided down to her breasts, and he sucked her thrusting nipples in turn, while continuing to squeeze and wobble her boobs. He dragged a thick nipple along his lips while lashing the tip of it with his tongue. Meanwhile Ginnie's hand was stroking his iron-hard prick.
Hal's senses swirled from the double shot of booze and the giddy delights which her body offered. He snuggled lower along her lovely form, causing his pecker to pull from her grasp, and he irked her tummy above her gossamer, back-lace panties. His hands stroked up and down her ivory-smooth thighs, on and off the tops of her stockings.
He switched his mouth to one of those delightful areas, licking along a garter strap. Ginnie lifted her leg and hooked it loosely around the back of his head. His head was between her thighs, and he stared at the narrow, very flimsy crotch-strip of her panties, which was partially folded onto itself permit- ting golden little cunt-hairs to cur into view along. its edges. He licked a warm and satiny inner thigh, approaching her crotch which was teasingly sweet scented. His tongue stroked along the edge of her panties, plastering the escaped pussyhairs against her velvety flesh.
Once, in Germany, Hal had become so aroused with a particularly voluptuous whore that he had dived face-first into her pussy, and he was feeling that way again. His hands crept up over. Ginnie's rounded hips and caught the elasticized top of her panties. He pulled the sexy undies down, and she raised her legs to help him take them off. Then she swung those stocking-clad, tapering columns wide apart, and let her feet settle against the bed, her knees raised.
Hal gazed at her wide-open V where the raggedy little lips of her cunt protruded in moist, wiggly invitation from between her hair-covered outer labia, and he drove his face against that meaty softness, his tongue parting her pussy petals to sink into her moist, warm slit. Her hands fluttered around the back of his head, pulling him even more snugly against her, and she writhed, grinding her wet, spreading cunny against his ravenous mouth.
Groaning, Hal was lost in the wondrous world of her humid, soft, tangy-tasting cunt. His tongue; fluttered wildly -up and down, in and out, wiggling. all her fleshy little folds, stroking and swirling about the tingling, hard tip of her clit. As he wallowed on his stomach, his upthrust prick throbbed between his body and the bed. Ginnie glided her stockinged legs against his back.
Finally he had. to come up for air, and his face glistened with her honey. His eyes had a dreamy look.
Ginnie guided him to a prone position, and it was time for her to rise to her knees. Her tits wobbled like sacs filled with pudding, and hung tantalizingly forward, their nipples rigid. She bent to Hal's upthrust, twitching prick and rubbed its moist, rubbery head all over her cheeks, across her mouth, and underneath her nose. She licked down the under- side of his shaft and didn't stop this time until she reached his wobbly, _ soft nuts. Her moist tongue spread a lava-like glaze over his testicles and underneath them as she licked the sensitive bridge between his balls and anus. Then, slithering her tongue through the firm mounds of his rump, she licked his asshole, causing that sensitive, puckered spot to throb as her saliva leaked warmly and ticklingly into his ass.
Hal's cock was veritably jumping, twitching with the need to sink into the girl's cuntal flesh. But she postponed the ultimate thrill for yet a while longer as she licked back up the underside of his penile tower and capped her mouth over rounded top of it. She sucked his prickhead heatedly, rhythmically clasping her soft, snug lips in the groove behind his corona as her tongue willed and lapped against his ecstatically throbbing glans.
He groaned, writhing, and his cock stirred her mouth like a stick in a witch's cauldron. She plunged her head several times, taking his glans into her hot, tight throat, then let go, and it whipped wildly.
"Oooh God, you're torturing me!" Hal exclaimed.
"Want me to stop?" she teased.
"Never!"
She chuckled sexily and straddled his legs, bending so that his prick stuck upward between her tittles. Leaning on her elbows, she clutched hen breasts and rubbed those spongy masses up and down his hotly pulsating column. Then she let her breasts spring away from him, and she crawled forward until she was kneeling astride his loins.
Her hand deftly positioned the tip of his phallus in her warm, clammy deft, and she let herself fully down on him, taking his hard column all the way up into her tightly clasping hole.
"Aaaarrrgh!" he growled lustfully, and reached up to grasp her tits. As he wgigled her boobies and rubbed the pliant mounds together, she began pumping up and down on his cunt-clutched pecker.
Her heated flesh swirled around him as be jabbed upward into her. She posted as well, her full titties bouticing heavily in his grasp. The innerspring mattress made rhythmic, sighing sounds beneath them as they fucked voluptuously, his cock stroking up and down in her fervent pussy.
Hal had been stimulated to such a breathless height before their loins had become linked that he knew he wouldn't be able to Iast long in her cuntal embrace. Perceiving, this, Ginnie moved quicky, driving her butter-slick vagina briskly on his big rod.
He gasped. His eyes rolled back. Ginnie tossed her head and squealed.
They came, exactly together, his cock seeming to explode within her warmly gyrating cunt, and she went into a flurry of spastic, rippling contractions as his sperm gushed deeply inside her.
She lay fully forward against him as their linked bodies continued to throb. A fine film of sweet glued them together. Her hot, wet mouth found his, and their tongues stroked liquidly.
Finally she lay quietly atop him, Hal clutching her. He suddenly tossed her off and sat up. "Why?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Her eyes twinked as she gazed at him.
"Look, baby, I've been around. You threw yourself at me, and I want to know why."
"My goodness- you're not very tender after you fuck," she said. "Answer my question."
"Okay. I liked your looks there in the stable, and I got a big yen. I told you I was feeling horny."
"What were you doing in the stable?'"'I'm a friend of a friend of Greg Thrazton."
"Meaning what?"
"What were you doing in Thraxton's stable" Ginnie asked turning the situation around.
"I had some, uh, dealings with him."
"Who for?"
"For myself, damn it!"
"Okay, don't get mad," Ginnie soothed trailing a fingertip through the hairs on his chest. "I know about your girlfriend spying on him and wrecking that fix."
"Yeah?"
"That was a pretty cute ploy by Abe Levin, sending an innocent-looking chick around to get the goods on Thraxton. And you're the follow-up man, hm? What I don't understand is why you let Thraxton or somebody knock you out."
It was on the tip of Hal's tongue to ask, Who's Abe Levin? But he realized quickly that if he were to act dumb, Ginnie might lose interest in him - and he wasn't through with her, yet..
"Yeah, I thought it was a smart move," Hal said.
"You and Thraxton didn't make a deal, I guess, or you wouldn't have knocked each other out - if that was what happened."
"Nobody could deal with him," Hal said. "He's an asshole."
Ginnie laughed. "The world is full of assholes, honey. What are you going to tell Levin when you report?"
Her hand had wandered down to tug at his limber, damp penis.
"You could get that stiff again in a hurry," he said, welcoming the opportunity to change the subject.
"I want to know more bout Levin," she insisted as she continued to fondle Hal.
He swung astride her chest, his cock and balls dangling close to her face. "Forget Levin. I'm going to. I've got something better going, anyway - a sure-fire scheme to beat the races."
"Really?" Ginnie seemed interested. "Well, with your inside information, it should be a cinch!"
"Giving me another hard-on -would be a cinch for you," he said, leaning forward so that his balls bumped her chin and the tip of his cum-coated penis nestled against her lips.
"Will you let me in on your deal?" she asked, her eyes sparkling up at him as her lips moved excitingly against his cockhead.
"Maybe."
That was good enough for Ginnie, and she took the young man's wiggly, soft penis into her mouth. His cock soaked warmly in her saliva, and she sucked it clean, using her tongue to scour off every last bit of cum. She swallowed andbegan to tug on his organ, while continuing to swirl her tongue around it. His cock strengthened, the hose turning 'into an iron pipe which projected down into her pretty face.
Hal began to move his hips rhythmically, fucking his prick up and down in her sucking mouth. Her soft, clasping lips skidded slickly across the ridge of his glans and along his thick, throbbing shaft. His cockhead rubbed her velvety tongue.
When he felt he was ready, he pulled his prick from her mouth with a soggy pop and scrambled backward, settling between her legs. He spread those stocking-clad beauties wide apart and pushed back toward her head, bending her body like a pretzel.
He fucked her to a gasping, bicycling finale, and hosed her depths with his spurting cum for the second time that day.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When the door of Lenny's room burst open, he leaped up from the bed. But he was no match for the two men who charged into the room and both began slugging him. His lean, naked body bowed inward before their crashing fists, and he sank to his knees. Thraxton brutally caught him with a boot underneath the chin, and he toppled onto his side on the wood floor, unconscious.
Linda screamed and scoothed back into a corner on the cot, where she huddled nude. Lou glared at her.
"Is she the one?" he asked Thraxton.
"Yeah, that's the cunt! But if she's working for Ave Leven I'm a horse's ass."
"She is and you are," Lou retorted, his dark eyes glinting as he advanced on the frightened girl.
"Ooh, pleeease!" she cried. "Don't hurt me!"
Her arms were crossed in front of her tittles, and her thighs were together, turned to the side so that only the top curls of her cuntal hair could be seen.
"Is there anybody close enough to hear her yelling?" Lou asked Thraxton.
"Shit, no! This place clears out after the races."
"Then you grab the bitch and hold her down," Lou directed. "I'll force the truth out of her!"
Linda had no idea what "truth" they wanted to know, and she was mystified by their reference to somebody named Levin. But terror overwhelmed her puzzlement as Lou bent and grasped her by the legs, jerking her to a prone position in the center of the cot. The dark, slender man cruelly yanked her legs apart and stared at her girlish, sparsely haired cunt.
"The punk screwed her!" he snorted, noting the white goo that was oozing out of her puffy slit.
"I screwed her, too," Thraxton said, "wouldn't mind doing it again."
"We'll both do it at the same time," Lou replied "unless she tells us what we want to know."
"What can I tell you?" Linda cried helplessly. "I don't know what you want!"
"We want to know all about Levin's plans - why he put you on Thraxton and what he figures to dot"' Lou demanded.
"I don't know any Levin! Please, you've got to believe me!"
"Maybe the slut's telling the truth," Thraxton said. "If you ask me, she's dumb as shit!"
"I'll believe that after we work her over," Lou said, and swung astride her supine form. He was fully clothed in slacks, sport jacket, and turtleneck shirt.
Linda stared fearfully up at him.
"Baby, do you like cock?" he asked.
"Noooooh!" she moaned, writhing between his legs.
"Don't let her "snow you," Thraxton growled. "She loves cock, any way she can get it - up the pussy, in the mouth, even up her tight asshole!"
"Yeah?" Lou's menacing eyes took on a strange, new light. "Well, I just might give it to her all three ways!"
Linda whimpered and squirmed, feeling the man's big balls rubbing against her through his pants. He reached down and clutched her firm breasts.
"Nice set of tits," he said, squeezing them and gliding his compressing fingers out to her thrusting pink nipples, which he twisted. She whined.
Lou crawled farther forward, until his clothed knees were nestled into her armpits. "Open my pants!" he ordered.
Linda mewled.
Lou slapped her across the face, and her eyes went wide with terror. She realized sickeningly that she would have to do whatever he said.
With a trembling hand, she unzipped his fly. "Now reach in and take out my prick," he directed.
Linda snaked a white, delicate hand into his fusers and through the fly of his boxer shorts. Her fingers crawled around his warm, meaty penis and drew it out. The organ was very long, though soft, and it bad a foreskin that allowed only the tip of his bluish-pink glans to be revealed.
"Roll my hood back and lick my cock!" Lou demanded.
Thraxton was watching. Lenny still lay unconscious on the floor.
Linda squeezed the long cock of the man who knelt astride her chest, and she glided his velvety foreskin back off his glans. A faint, teasing aroma, wafted from his denuded prickhead and up her dilating nostrils.
He leaned closer to her, dangling his penis above her face, and her pink tongue hesitantly appeared. Feeling abused, and showing it in the hurt expression of her brown eyes, Linda began to lick the head of his suspended prick.
Lou. moved his hips slightly from side to side, causing his penis to rub across her fluttering tongue as she chased it, seeking diligently to comply with his order and keep licking.
"Now open your mouth and I'll drop it in!" he said.
"Noooooh!" she whimpered.
But while her lips were parted, to utter that protest, Lou did what he had said, and she found her mouth full of his rubbery glans, as his supple stem held her lips apart. She shut her eyes and shamefully sucked.
Lou's cock immediatey stiffened, and he had to bend even farther forward in order to keep his prick pointing downward into her mouth. He commenced stroking it, so that the elastic circle of her lips skidded up and down across the ridge of his glans.
"Aaawwgh," she moaned protestingly against the meaty mouthful. But she continued sucking on it just the same and even swirled her tongue around the man's slippery, raging glans.
His balls churned, and his eyes narrowed as he looked down at the girl whQ was being forced to suck his stiff cock.
"Let me in on that!" Thraxton said as he watched, intently. He had taken out his large whang and was tugging at it.
Lou raised his hips, drawing his wet; long prick from Linda s face. "Well he demanded. Are you going to tell us about Levin."
"I don't know any Levin," she continued to insist helplessly.
Lou rolled onto his back on the cot and pulled Linda astride him. Her ass stuck up into the air. Thraxton knelt on the mattress, in striking position, as it maneuvered his pecker up into the girl's sopped, narrow cunt.
"Ooooooh," she said in humiliation as she felt the lengthy tool sticking way up inside her.
Her distress over that was nothing compared to what she felt a few moments later when Thraxton positioned his prick for another invasion of her still-smarting ass. She moaned piteously, and tried to scramble away, but Lou had her firmly impaled and his arms were wrapped about her back, mashing her tits down against him.
Behind her, Thraxton clutched his big cock and twitsted its blunt head against the resisting, puckered gate of her rectum. For the second time, he forced her circular muscle to yield, and she bawled as she felt her rubbery ring being stretched wide. Thraxton's thick cockhead was clamped in her abused orifice and forging deeper moment by moment until finally his entire immense cock was forced up her asss.
"Aaaawwwwww... 'you're KILLLI-ing meeeee!" she said, for she had never felt anything like this before-two big pricks sticking up into her at the same time.
The shaft in her asshole rubbed the one which stuck up her cunt, with only a thin menbrance separating them, audit felt to the impaled girl as if she were being fucked by a two-homed moister.
The men pulled and thrust, both grinding against her at the same time. She was like the meat in a sandwich. But it was so much worse than that, because she was being squeezed and screwed brutally by both rapists. She gasped and. moaned.
The tempo of the duel fucking increased until Linda was jostled roughly between the men, one prick stretching her asshole painfully as it pumped in and out of her bowels, while the other frigged furiously and down in her squeezed cunt she felt the was losing her grip on sanity, and a tremendous wave of sensual stimulation washed over her. Unbelievable as it seemed, she was responding to the double rape!
Her body, with a mind of its own, undulated between the men, her hips whipping - reaching first for an ass-spearing thrust, then for the prick that charged up her hot pussy.
"OOOOOOH!" she bawled "GODDD! I'M CUMMMMINNNNG! OOOOOOOOOOH!"
She lurched and quivered from head to toes, experiencing the most awesome but torturing orgasm of her young life. Both men exploded at the same tune, Lou sending his vigorous spurts of warm cream into her pussy while Thraxton gushed his cum into her bowels.
At last, thankfully, the men stopped moving, and Linda passed out.
When site came to, she lay alone on the cot, and the men wore standing beside it.
"Where the hell did he go?" Lou asked as he stated. at the spot on the floor where Lenny had been lying.
"Aaw, forget him!" Thraxton retorted. "He took off because he knew I'd fire him anyway..' "But he left all his stuff behind," Lou said.
"What's it worth? He's just a fuckin' stableboy."
Linda felt even worse about Lenny 's situation than she did about her own, which had eased by that time, though she was battered and sore.
The men turned back to her.
"Ready to talk now?, Lou demanded.
"Oooh, God, I'd tell you anything if I could!" Linda cried. "But I don't know what to say! Why are you picking on me like this?"
"You're wasting your time," Thraxton advised Lou. "I told you, she's just a dumb cunt."
"I don't believe it man!" retorted Lou, angrily. "She's working for Levin!"
He dropped onto his knees on the cot, his prick still hanging out the front of his trousers. It was slimy and had a strong smell.
"Suck me some more!" he ordered Linda.
"Oooooh, pleeease... noooooh!" she begged.
Her entreaty was to no avail as Lou crammed his wiggly, soft penis into her mouth, and she was forced to wash it clean with her saliva. She gulped helplessly, swallowing her cam-favored spit, and the man's cock gradually stiffened.
"Ooooh, don't fuck me anymore!" she moaned after he pulled his stiff organ free. "I can't taaaake it!"
"Baby, you're gonna take it and take it until you tell me the truth!" Lou insisted, and rolled her onto her side.
Realizing that she was about to take another fiendish ramming up her ass, Linda wailed and tried desperately to scramble away. But Lou brutally slammed her down against the mattress and held her as he worked the tip of his stiff prick into the tender orifice which had been twice abused Already.
Linda's asshole had lost a great deal of its tension by that time, from being stretched around Thraxton's thick cock and it was easy enough for Lou to drive his thinner but very long organ into it. Degradation was the worst sensation she felt as he plunged his prick deeply up her rectum.
"AAAAAAWWWWWWW!" she bawled helplessly as he fucked her hot ass.
Thraxton watched, with his back to the door of the shoddy little room, as Lou sodomized the helpless girl. She kept wailing and writhing, clawing at the sheet beneath her, which was badly rumpled.
Lou pumped fiendishly up and down in her tortured asshole, thrilling to the gliding grasp of rubbery ring. His clothed front smacked her buttocks.
"Aaawww .. noooooh . pleeease...!" she continued to protest.
Lou increased the tempo of his ass-fucking strokes until his hips were bobbing briskly up and down above the rump of the abused young woman, Her senses swirled, and she felt herself approaching yet another climax, which she didn"t want.
Want it or not she caught the throbbing, heat-suffusing orgasm as Lou went off, spurting his viscous product into her ass. Her brain swam dizzily when he finally stopped moving inside her, and she felt her own wicked responses tapering off.
"AAAAAGH!" as harsh cry came from behind them.
They turned their heads to see Thraxton topple straight forward and crash noisily to the floor, a rope tightly knotted around his ankles. Lou tried to scramble off Linda, but there was no time, as Lenny jerked his legs back and looped another rope around them. Pulling it taut, the youth dragged Lou off the cot, and he dumped to the floor next to Thraxton.
They groaned in pain, but could do, nothing as Lenny skidded them backward on their bellies, through the open door, Linda leaped to her feet and saw a saddled horse waiting outside. Lenny quickly tied the ropes to, the animal's stirrups and gave the beast a slap on the rump.
The horse took off, dragging Lou and Thraxton rapidly .through the dirt, down the line of stalls. Their anguished moans faded, lost in the clomping of the horse's hooves and the, responsive snorts and whinnies of other horses in the stable.
"My God!" Linda said, standing in the doorway and string after the receding dust cloud, which merged in the gloom of late evening.
"Get your clothes on," Lenny told her gently. "We're getting out of here.
"Where will that horse take them?" she wanted to know.
"Just down to the end of the stable. He's probably stopped already. They'll be all right, after they've spent a couple of weeks in the hospital. Then maybe they'll think twice before they get rough with another girl."
Linda couldn't help thinking about the men's pricks, which had been hanging out of their clothes as the horse began dragging them along. Perhaps they would never be able to do anything with another girl, she conjectured. And then she realized that she didn't care. They had got what, they had coming.
Linda put on her clothes and left the racetrack with Lenny.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"So, tell me how you're going to beat the races, hmm?" Ginnie asked as she lifted her face from Hal's stiff prick. Her gently caressing tongue and lips had left his cockhead gleaming wet.
"Later, baby," he groaned. "Suck my cock some more."
"Does Levin know about your plan? Is he in on it?"
"Will you knock off that Levin crap and give me some more good head?"
Ginnie bent once again to his bristling loins and let her moist tongue dance delightfully over the rosy crown of his phallus. She screwed the tip of her tantalizing oral organ against, his tiny slit, but was unable to achieve even partial entry. Still, the contact thrilled Hal, and he squirmed voluptuously.
Ginnie's lips widened as she glided them fully around his cockhead, and they tightened in the groove behind his horny ridge. She sucked his juicy lollipop, licking it at the same time. Her knewing hand fondled his hot balls.
"Aaw, baby... " he moaned. "Shit, you're the greatest!"
"Then tell me about what you're going to do at the track," she said, raising her head once more.
"Damn you, why can't you let that rest?" he snarled, and tossed her onto her back. He quickly swung astride her neck.
"Now you're gonna finish that blow job whether you like it or not!" he said, and plunged his prick into the shocked pink circle of her lips.
He fucked her pretty face vigorously as her eyes bugged and she gagged from the deep reaching, brutal stroking of his cock. The turmoil in his testicles increased as the egg-like shapes drew up tautly at the base of his driving rod, which was burning the girl's lips with its rapid motion. His pecker jerked, its head swelling against Ginnie's tongue.
Suddenly hot sperm bubbled up from his bails and through his quivering tube, emptying onto her tongue and gushing down her thi oac. She .swallom ed as rapidly as she could, while Hal groomed and writhed, but she couldn't down all of his torrentia food. Some of it backed up to ooze out betwen his throbbing dick and her lips which clasped him.
When Hal, gratified, pulled his -wet penis from her mouth, he saw the trickle of his cum which ran down the pretty girl's chin. This stimulated him to a final spurt, which struck her nose and clung there.
Ginnie suppressed an urge to call him a bastard, and wiped her face on a corner of the motel's bed sheet She lay back, trying to catch her breath after the frenzied mouth-fucking she had received.
"Now, if you want to talk about my system... " Hal said, relaxing beside her.
"System?" Ginnie's voice was husky from the forced swallowing she had endured.
"Yeah, my plan for beating the races," Hal said.
"Its a system? Not inside information you're getting through Abe Levin?"
If you mention that mother fucker's name one more time, whoever he is, I'm going to beat your ass!" Hal proclaimed angrily.
Ginnie wilted.
"Well, do you want to hear about my system or don't you?" Hal asked.
"Ooh, sure!" she said in a sarcastic tone. She knew there was no system that could beat the races. Lou had told her that, and he made his living as a gambler. She finally realized, also that Hal wasn't worth wasting her time on. As he began to explain bow he intended to make his fortune at the track, Ginnie thought about Lou and woNdered why he hadn't been in touch with her She could understand his failure to return to the motel, since he had wanted to give her a chance to work on the young stud who lay beside her. But why hadn't he at least called.
"So that's how it goes," Hal said finally. "Of course, there are a lot more details, but that`s the general idea."
"And you think it will make you a killing, huh?" she remarked skeptically.
"At least a fifty percent return."
Ginnie looked at him. "How much money do you have to play with?"
"I've got about six hundred left. The first two days didn't go so well."
The phone rang on the nightstand, and Ginnie quickly picked it up. "Yes?"
"Is this Miss Forrester? a businesslike female voice inquired.
"Yes. Who wants to know?"
"This is the Community General Hospital. We have a Louis Mangano admitted here, and be asked us to notify you."
"What happened?" Ginnie demanded as she sat up, her tits jiggling.
"There was some sort of altercation at the racetrack. Mr. Mangano is in intensive care, but is expected to recover. If you wish to come down and see ..
"Yeah... thanks," Ginnie said in a disgusted tone, and hung up. She lay back on the bed.
So Levin's gang beat Lou up! she tfiought. He acted like such a big operator, but he's only a punk, just like this jerk beside me! Well, at least Lou brought me to California, where I can promote some good action for myself. All I need is a little stake...
"What was all that about?" Hal asked as he studied her.
"Just bullshit," she said.
Hal grinned. "Come on, baby- let's get it on again hmm?"
"Don't you feel like getting some sleep?" Ginnie suggested.
"One more big fuck and I will!"
Ginnie turned toward him and began running her fingertips along his husky, nude form as she kissed him on the lips. Her tongue glided into his mouth.
His cock was limp as spaghetti when she picked it up, but she knew that could fix: cured. She fondled him steadily as her mouth set out upon the journey that her hand had just taken. She nipped at his absurd masculine nipples. and stiffened them. Her damp tongue wandered through the hair on his chest.
She scooted lower on the bed and kissed Hal about the middle. Her hand continued to tug at his limber penis, and she detected a thickening of the organ as greater warmth flowed into it. She licked his belly button.
"Uuuuuh!" Hal said, writhing, and his cock flopped to and fro in her loose grasp. It was beginning to stiffen up.
Ginnie's tongue glided into the. top of his bush. She caught some of his hairs 'between her teeth and tugged at them.
His cock was nearly firm in her stroking hand, and she fed the 'bald knob to her parted lips. First she sucked just the tip of his spongy glans, then the fattest part of it. Finally she took the entire meaty bulb into her mouth and drew heatedly, her lips working around the shank of his organ. She felt the shank fatten more and become firm as his glans swelled against her lapping tongue.
She swung astride Hal, spreading her legs wide apart so that the labia of her cunt were unfurled, also. The knob o This cock fitted easily between her lathered folds and glided all the way up her snug passage. She rotated her hips, stirring his ong prick inside 'her.
"Wowwww!" he breathed passionately. "You sure know how to fuck!"
"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you right out of your wits!" she promised, though what she really intended was slightly different.
Leaning forward so that her tits hung quiveringly above his face, like ripe fruit dangling from a breeze-ruffled bough, Ginnie put her hips into drive. Her warm cunt was like a creature with a life of, its own, snapping and rippling, seeming to gobble up each thrust of Hal's rigid prick. His balls trembled. He grasped Ginnie's tits and squeezed them.
She screwed him with ever-accelerating intensity until she was bobbing briskly up and dawn, her breasts bouncing like rubber balls. She maintained a circular action on his cock, also, and the internal grasping continued, in a way that threatened to drive him right up the wall.
He groaned delightedly and jabbed faster up into her swirling cuntal storm. She leaned farther forward, while not missing a stroke, and flopped her tithes back and forth across his face. Finally she settled fully down against him and screwed fiercely until he gasped and came, spurting inside her. Her responsive contractions around his spitting prick coaxed every last drop of jism from his balls, and he fell limp. His penis immediately turned soft inside her.
He murmured something as Ginnie climbed off him. But within a minute after she had stretched out at his side, he was fast asleep.
He didn't awaken until morning. Blinking, he stared at the ceiling, and it took him several moments to remember where he was and what had happened, Then he grinned and felt for Ginnie beside hires..
She wasn't there.
Hal sat up and looked around. There was no sign of his companion of. the evening before or any of her belongings.
Well, I should have known it was to good !o last, he philosophized. But I got a lot of mileage out of 'her while I had the chalice.
He got up, walked to the bathroom, and took a piss. Then he stepped into the shower.
As he was getting dressed, he noticed something unusual. His left rear trouser-pocket, where he carried his wallet, was unbuttoned. He reached. back to button it, then decided to take out his wallet and count his gambling fund. He believed he had about six hundred dollars, but wasn't sure of the exact amount.
When he opened the wallet and stared inside, his heart stopped beating for a moment. There was no money there. He frantically went through his other pockets. though he knew it was no use - he recalled dearly that he had been carrying all his funds in his wallet.
Ginnie had cleaned him out, he realized sickeningly, as he sank into a chair.
That dirty, fucking bitch!
The only thing to do, Hal decided, was to go home and talk with Linda. She probably had some cash set aside that she could Iend him' to keep his system going. Hell, he could get anything out of her, he assured himself smugly.
When he let himself into his sister's apartment, he found it deserted.
She surely got borne from the racetrack all right. he thought. Maybe I should have taken care of her - but, shit, I had a chance to make it with that blonde broad. And a guy just doesn't turn down a body like that - those big tits, that hot ass!
Sighing, Hal realized that was where he had gone wrong. But how could he have known at the time?
He walked into the bedroom and spied a note, in Linda's handwriting, which lay on the dresser. He picked it up and read: Dear Hal, I realize now that you don't care for me - but that's all right, because the feel.. ing is mutual. So have fun with your girl friends and I hope you make a huge killing at. the track, so you can live like Nelson Rockefeller! I've found somebody, that I can be happy with.
Goodbye, Linda.
Hal raced to the closet and flung the door open. all of his sister's things were gone. She had moved out on him, and he didn't know where to reach her. That meant he couldn't continue to play the races, and he had no hope of winning back the money stolen from him.
"Son of a bitch!" he cried in angry frustration to an empty room.
Miles away, in a cheap motel, Linda woke up in the arms of Lenny Price. One of his large, tender hands was gently stroking her between the legs as he nibbled at her neck. He shifted lower to catch a pink nipple and suck at it.
"Good morning, darling," she said, ruffling his long has.
"Morning, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing the tip of her titty. He straightened and smiled at her. "How's the world look to you today?"
"Just wonderful!" Linda said. "It couldn't be better!"
They kissed, long and soulfully, and Linda felt Lenny's cock sticking up between their bellies. She scootched down so that she could lick it, and she enjoyed its tangy, early-morning taste. She encompassed his bulb with her warm, wet mouth and sucked pleasurably.
His middle finger broke through the moistening petals of her pussy to glide all the way up her warm twat.
Linda pumped her mouth on the prick of the young man she loved and knew that a wonderful new life was beginning for the two of them. She. didn't need anyone else, and she would see that he didn't either.
When his cock was throbbing hotly and was hard as bone, Linda drew her mouth regretfully away from it and swung astride him. She smiled down at him as she positioned his long pecker at the entrance to her sexual cove. Then she slowly lowered her crotch and took his cock glidingly up inside her.
"Wow, baby!" he said excitedly. "You've got I warmest, tightest pussy in the world!"
"And you've got the world's greatest dick!" Linda replied. "The tasteiest, too!" she added naughtily.
Lenny began to pump up and down inside her she rotated her cunt and rode him with a gusto whi few jockeys at the track displayed. Her shapely, ji ting tits bobbed tautly, and he caught her nippl between his thumbs and forefingers. He let her t continue to bounce as he held her nipples ai squeezed them.
"Ooooh, I'm going to fuck you fast!" Linda warned. "Is that all right?"
"Baby, let's go!"
Lenny wrapped his arms warmly around her ac drew her down fully against him. His fast-jabhia prick speared her-slippery twat as she bumped at writhed, gasping.
"Oooh... oooh... OOOH!" she said..
Leny rolled her onto her back, keeping his co within her, and he drilled her fiercely as she squeal and kicked her feet against his flanks.
She came. As Lenny continued fucking her, sl rolled right through the first orgasm, and caught another. His cockstrokes didn't let up for a moment, and Linda screamed as she approached a third, nerve shattering release.
This time Lenny was with her, and his prick jerked and spurted in her convulsing pussy, shooting warm, liquid love-darts into the center of her belly while she cache gloriously, clasping him with her arms and legs.
"Never leave me" she begged as soon as she could catch her breath.
"Don't worry, baby," Lenny said. "From now on, it's you and me against the world!"
