Wild For Horses - Sex Stories

Wild For Horses

... about Tanya hanging out with her so much. He knew her mother, who catted around quite a lot. In fact Burton had ended up in a hotel room with Ramona's mother one time, back in the days when he was going to single bars and being a carefree bachelor. Ramona slid back and forth on the arm of his chair. Her crotch tight jeans clearly delineated every curve of her body from her hips down, even down to the two little curves of her sex. He stared directly between her thighs quite frankly. &#034Like what you see, Mr. Reynolds? she asked him. She spread her thighs open even wider and pushed her crotch back and forth. A slut is a slut, he thought. He put his finger to his mouth and wet it. Then staring the brazen girl right in the eye, he put his wet finger to the furrow between the two sides of her sex and rubbed against her jeans. Ramona was electrified. Her heart almost stopped beating. She couldn't believe this was really happening. But she tried to act cool and sophisticated. &#034Hey,&#034 she said running her fingers through his hair, &#034I'll give you a blow job anytime you want, Mr. Reynolds. I mean, Burton. Just let me know!&#034 Just then Tanya came running back into the room. &#034Jason says he knows that they need a new girl down at the Burger Joint to work behind the counter! I'm going to call them in the morning! So it's all settled!&#034 Burton had removed his finger from the furrow at the crotch of Ramona's jeans when his stepdaughter came running in. And Ramona ...

... turned around again coolly on the arm of the chair. She puffed her cigarette and said nothing. But her pulse, the bl**d in many parts of her body, was racing. Burton laughed at his charming, youthful stepdaughter. He tousled her hair as she stood beside him. &#034Come on, Ramona, let's go do our homework now! Oh! I'm so excited I don't know if I'll be able to think! You've got to tell me all about this ranch where your cousin works.&#034 She was dragging Ramona away into her room. &#034It's not a ranch. It's a stable,&#034 Ramona was saying. But at the door to the den she turned around saying, &#034Wait a second. I forgot my cigarettes!&#034 Alone in the den again with Burton, she scribbled her number down on a slip of paper. She said to him, &#034You know I'm not just a k**. I wasn't k**ding. I think I could show you a real good time, sugar.&#034 And she slipped her number into the pocket of his shirt and left. Burton sat grinning in his leather armchair at the forwardness of his stepdaughter's girlfriend. He was glad that Tanya wasn't like that. Tanya was still a k**. But some girls grew up too fast. He was going to take the number out of his shirt pocket and crumple it up and throw it away, but staring at it, he recalled Monica, Ramona's mother. She had been another hot one. So hot. And slutty. It had been a d***ken night with her, that he hardly remembered. But he did remember that he and another friend of his had taken Monica Flapper up to a hotel room with one of her ...