Wild For Horses - Sex Stories

Wild For Horses

... that I feel about you. Or that I felt, should I say. I used to think you were a nice girl. But now I know all the rumors are true. Well, goodnight.&#034 He turned his face away when she tried to kiss him goodnight. But he felt like crying for the first time since he was a little boy. Ramona climbed out over Howie. &#034Well at least will you give a girl a kiss goodnight?&#034 she asked him standing prettily beside the car on the road. &#034Sure thing. Sure I will,&#034 said the stoned Howie. He leaned out of the car and pressed his lips against hers. She tongued him out for a moment, feverishly, just because she desperately needed at that moment to feel the power she had over a man. She left him breathless and she knew it. The headlights of the car lit up her entrance into her house. Both boys sat stunned for a second. Then Howie said: &#034Wow! What a girl!&#034 He looked over at Jason. &#034She ain't shit,&#034 Jason said unkindly and he backed the car up. He dropped Howie off at his house and then he drove home. Burton was sitting up waiting for him. &#034You're a little late son, I told you to be back by ten.&#034 &#034Sorry, Burton, but I didn't know what time it was.&#034 &#034Are you all right? You look a little sick or something.&#034 &#034Naw, I just, had sort of a fight with Ramona on the way home. With her and Howie. You know, I guess you're right about her. She really isn't my type of girl.&#034 Jason said goodnight and he went off to bed. Burton sat up for a ...

... while smoking his pipe. He was thinking of his pimply stepson, sitting in the front seat of the car at the drive-in with the delicious, luscious teenaged Ramona. That girl was prime beef, sirloin steak, wasted on that boy. Surely Ramona must know that. He'd seen the teasing way she'd flaunted her body, clinging to Jason's arm, when they'd stopped by earlier in the evening. He knew that she was just trying to make him jealous. It was absurd, ridiculous - the whole thing - Burton Reynolds, a mature, grown man of thirty-five, an architect and established member of the community and a taxpayer, being jealous of his s*******n year old stepson, and all because of a luscious sixteen year old vixen? He picked up the phone and dialed her number. It was late but he didn't care. He didn't care one bit. He'd been drinking all night and his bl**d was boiling. He wanted that little vixen. He wanted to fuck her cunt. He wanted to feel her all over, like a man feels a woman. He wanted to make her say she didn't care about his son. &#034Hello?&#034 Ramona answered the phone. Her mother was having one of her d***ken parties and there were men and women lying all over the floor. Nobody else had even heard the phone. Her face lit up. &#034Burton!&#034 she exclaimed, then spoke lower. &#034Yes, you want to see me? You want to come over? Yes! I'd love to. But, well, mother has some people over. Yes. Okay, I could go for a ride.&#034 &#034And wash out your pussy, honey, wash it out real good. Cause old ...