Unknown - Wild for horses

"Well, we can go to the movies in the afternoon."

"Look, get out of here, and don't come in without knocking again! I'm doing the best I can for you!" and she threw a pillow at him.

He ducked and closed the door. The pillow hit the door.

Tanya went up to her bedroom door and locked it now, while she was thinking of it. She was a very absent-minded, dreamy girl most times. But this time she wanted to make absolutely sure of her privacy.

She lit a candle on her bureau, turned out her light, and took off her jeans and her blouse.

She began caressing herself. Her round, nubile tits were full and fitted well into the palms of her hands. She hefted her little breasts a couple of times.

"Faster, Trigger! Faster!" she spoke to an imaginary horse.

She bent over as if she were leaning against a horse's neck. She imagined the feel of the black mane flowing against her chest, and the feel of the power of the horse between her thighs.

"I said faster! Faster! Faster! Carry me off like the wind!"

With her eyes closed, she reached for the little gold knob of the drawer. She pulled the drawer open. Her fingers felt inside. She pulled out her secret treasure, a black leather riding crop!

The riding crop had a thick leather handle. She had bought it in a riding store one day with her allowance, in preparation for the day when she would really ride a horse!

But in the meantime, she had found other uses for it. She pulled her knees up to her chest and spread them wide apart. A wet stain spread across the crotch of her blue panties. She stuck one finger down into her panties and stirred the wet flesh.

"Mmmmm, Trigger, take me on! Take me off! Ride!"

She took the riding crop and began bouncing on the bed, striking herself with the whip on her thighs. Her thighs grew hot and red as she slapped herself. Her fingers wiggled deeper and deeper into her cunt.

"Faster! Faster! Take me off like the wind!"

She pulled the blue crotch of her panties aside. Her thighs were on fire from the repeated whippings. She turned the handle around and pushed it into the wet meat of her beaver!

"Faster Trigger! Faster!" the moaning girl cried aloud.

Just then there was a knocking on her door.

"Tanya, is that you? Are you in there?" said Burton. He tried the door but it was locked. He waited for her answer.

"Yes, Burton, I'm in here, I just want some privacy for a while, I want to be alone, to think about things," the panting girl tried to contain herself while she talked to her stepfather. Sweat was dripping down her forehead.

Her pussy flesh tingled and she gritted her teeth as she pushed the thick whip handle in and out. It felt so good! So fucking good!

"Okay, honey, I just wanted to say goodnight."

"Goodnight, Burton! And thank you for being so understanding!"

"Don't mention it. Goodnight!" he said and left her door.

She waited until she heard his footsteps go down the hall. Then slowly she started to let herself get heated up by the repeated slow, long drawing in and out of the whip handle up her cunt.

She had never fucked a boy in her life. But you could not say that she was a virgin. Ever since she had bought this riding crop, mere masturbation with her fingers did not satisfy her. No, she had to have the big thick stick pushing in and out of her.

She allowed herself to slip back into her fantasy once more.

"And then he takes me out into the field! We are alone. There's nobody! Except for me and my horse. I bring him to a slow halt and I dismount him." She pulled the big stick in and out slowly.

"I brush his flanks, I stroke the sweat off him. I feel his pulsing blood coursing through his muscles, through his body. He pushes his muzzle into my hair, and I stroke his head and look into his big bright eyes!"

She was pushing the big stick in and out even faster now!

The teenaged girl on the bed was impaling her cunt on a thick riding crop handle, pushing it into the wet meat of her pussy behind her wet panties!

She was squatting on the bed, holding the stick with her feet, and going up and down on it, with that curious agility that the young have!

And all the while she was thinking of horses!

"And then I mount him again and he takes me off galloping, faster than the wind! Over the fields, answering only my commands! I am the only person who can mount him!"

Her pussy spasmed around the big stick and her juices suddenly flowed. Her whole cunt and her whole body were quivering. She collapsed backwards on the bed, in a pool of sweat. She let the thick stick rest in her pussy.

Later, when she felt like it again, she would go through it all again. Sometimes she masturbated all night long, again and again, coming and coming.

And she woke up in the morning tired, and looked pale and wan in home room class.

A few days later, Loretta Reynolds had to leave town to go to a convention in another city. She was giving a paper about women's rights and the law.

Burton took his new wife out to the airport and kissed her goodbye.

"Are you sure you'll be all right, honey? You and the kids? I left you lots of frozen hamburger patties in the freezer. All you have to do is take them out and cook them. And there are plenty of frozen vegetables and lots of salad."

Burton smiled and put his arm around his wife. "Don't worry about us. We'll be fine. In fact, I'm looking forward to spending some time alone with the kids. We haven't really spent much time alone together."

"I just hope they won't be too much for you. Oh – don't forget to make them take their vitamins. And don't forget to pick up your suit at the cleaners."

He laughed and pulled her close to him. He loved the smell of her fragrance – it was the perfume she used.

"Don't worry!" he said nibbling her car. "Don't forget that I'm an old bachelor man. I'm used to keeping house for myself," he said to her.

She sighed. She let herself be held against his lean hard body. She was so lucky, after all those years of living alone, to find a good strong man who was at the same time, tough and macho, and yet who didn't try to restrict her freedom. He knew how important her career was to her.

She said, "Ohhhh, I'm going to miss you, though."

He said, "I'll miss you too." He held her tight.

She rubbed her groin against his groin. "Especially at night," she added with a laugh.

"Ummmhmmm," he said. They had had an especially good hot night of lovemaking the night before. That was one thing he liked about her going away.

It made their sex life very erotic – the night before she went away on one of her trips, and the night she came back. Absence from each other was good for a marriage.

"Flight Number 216 leaving for Miami is now boarding."

"Oh, honey, that's me. Goodbye now!" She kissed her brawny husband again.

He watched her firm buttocks twitching in her shapely skirt as she walked away.

What a wife, he was thinking. But when he turned away he was thinking of something else. He could feel the rustle of that number – of that teenager – in his pocket.

When he got out to his car in the parking lot, Loretta's plane was taking off. Silently he said goodbye to her and then went to a telephone booth. It was five o'clock on a Friday night. The kids wouldn't be home from school for another hour.

Jason had football practice, and Tanya had cheerleading practice.

Extra-curricular activities, what a wonderful thing, he was thinking as he listened to the phone ringing in Ramona's house. He hoped to God she had her own phone. But then it was very unlikely, even if her mother did answer the phone, that she would recognize Burton Reynolds' voice. That incident with her was over a year ago. And it had only happened once. And a lot of men must call up Ramona.