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Wild For Horses
Date: 3/1/2017, Categories: First Time Taboo Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith
... to look at you, while I'm fucking you and think, I'm fucking a slut of a teenager!" he said. His words went straight to her pussy which started to throb. Her breath and voice came out strangely. "All right! What should I put on?" she asked him. He said, "Put on - the shortest little pair of cut-off shorts you have, and a pair of really tiny little panties. And a t-shirt. Don't wear a bra." "All right!" she said jumping up happily. But she couldn't resist jumping on his lap and giving him a kiss. Burton sat there, unmoved by this teenage assault. He felt the girl pressing her lips up against his. He felt her hot tongue plunging into his mouth. He opened his lips a little bit and let her tongue assault him. But as far as he was concerned, this was all teen-stuff. Gently he pushed her off him. "I don't want to kiss you, Ramona," he told her. "I only want to fuck you. But first I want you to give me a blow job." She stared at him, her heart pounding. His words thrilled her to the very core. Although she had seen the parade of men going into and out of her mother's bedroom all her life, and seeing adults doing most everything together, she had never really had a lover of her own. Of course many of her mother's lovers were starting to come on to her, trying to corner her in her bedroom and feel her up. But she never let them. They didn't appeal to her. But now, Burton Reynolds, looking like a hunky movie star, wanted her! Really wanted ...
... her! He seemed so confident, cool and mature. And he knew exactly what he wanted. And he was using those dirty words with her. The whole thing excited her more than she had ever been excited in her young life. She laughed and dashed off to her bedroom to change her clothes. "And bring your clothes out here!" he called after her. "I want to see you change in front of me!" He leaned back on the couch and sipped his drink. He felt happy. Now, that he was married and could still fool around on the side, he had everything a virile man could want out of life. Ramona came back into the living room with a pair of blue jean shorts that were cut off and ragged, and a pink t-shirt to wear. She put these things down on the coffee table. Then she slipped out of her yellow high heeled shoes. Her pretty little toes were painted red. Her toes looked like ripe round candies. She wiggled them in the thick shag carpet. She turned around so her back was to him, and lifted her long blonde hair. She unzipped the back of her dress. "Will you help me?" she said in a helpless feminine voice that she had learned from her mother. He leaned forward and pulled her zipper down. "Thanks!" she said breathlessly. She stepped out of her dress. She was wearing a white slip underneath. She stepped out of that too. Now she had her back to him and she was wearing nothing but a pair of tiny blue panties and a white bra. Self-consciously, her hands went behind her to unhook her bra. ...