Unknown - Wild for horses

"Hello?" said a girlish voice, a little high.

"Hello, Ramona, this is Burton Reynolds," Burton said in his deep masculine voice. He lit a cigarette in the phone booth. "I've got an hour. I'd like to come over. Maybe I could take you for a drive," he told her.

Ramona's breath was taken away. For a second she forgot to act sophisticated and cool. "Burton! Oh! I-I didn't expect you to call! I mean so soon!"

He didn't laugh or even respond. He just said coolly, "Perhaps you've changed your mind? I'm sorry – I took your offer seriously."

"Oh no! I mean! Yes! I was serious! I mean I am!"

The poor girl sounded very flustered. And she sounded exactly like what she was – nothing but an infatuated high school girl without much experience with men. For Ramona let on as if she had a lot more experience than she really had.

"Well, come on right over, Burton," she said collecting herself.

He said, "Um, er, is your mother home?"

She laughed now, feeling more in control of herself.

"No, Mom's not here for the evening. We can take as long as you like."

He said, "I'll be right there. See you." He hung up.

Driving over in his car, he told himself he was acting crazy. Jeopardizing everything, his new life, his new marriage, his social position in the community, to get it on with a girl who was underage! But he didn't care. There was still a lot of the rake in him.

After all, it was this girl who had come on to him, not the other way around. And if she was willing, as far as he was concerned, then she wasn't underage.

Ramona lived on the other side of the tracks in town. Literally. A railroad line cut the town in two. She lived in a small, somewhat dilapidated house alone with her mother.

Burton pulled the car up under a tree so it couldn't be seen from the road.

Ramona heard his car pull up and she came out on the front porch to greet him.

"Hi there!" she pulled her long blonde hair nervously.

"Hello, Ramona," he said coolly jumping out of his car.

They went into the small frame house together.

It was one of those houses that were put up by the thousands at one point. It had two bedrooms and a living room, and everything looked as if it had been made pre-fab, which it had. The taste was somewhat tacky.

Ramona led her beau into the living room. She made him sit down on the couch. "Can I fix you a drink?" she asked.

She was feeling somewhat self-conscious about herself. She knew her body was shown off to its best in her pretty yellow dress. And she was wearing her new yellow summer heels. She hoped she looked grown-up.

"Do you know how to fix a drink?" he asked her.

"Of course I do. I fix drinks all the time for my mother's dates," she started to say, and then she tried to stop herself. She knew how naive she sounded.

He only laughed. "Okay, I'll have a gin and tonic. You do have gin and tonic?"

"Sure!" She moved across the room haughtily.

But one of her heels caught in the thick shag rug and she almost stumbled.

"Oh!" she cried out catching onto the counter.

Burton laughed. She blushed looking at him over her shoulder.

"It's these shoes," she told him. "I just got them, they're new, and I'm not used to walking on them." She righted herself and fixed the drink.

He noticed that she was also wearing make-up. She had done her eyes and lips and was wearing blush-on.

He didn't like it. He took the drink from her. "Thanks."

She sat down uncertainty beside him. He put his arm around her. She sighed. She started stroking his thighs. They were so thick.

He said, "And is the dress and make-up new too?"

She felt her hair self-consciously. "Yes, do you like it?"

He said, "You didn't put that stuff on just for me, did you?"

"No! Of course not! Well, yes. Don't you like it?"

He said, "It's all right. But that's not the way I want you to look. It doesn't turn me on. At all." He sipped his drink confidently.

She stood up, quite embarrassed and feeling insecure.

"Oh, well, I can change! I don't have to wear these things. It's just that I thought you would like… I mean, I thought they make me look more grown up."

"That's just it," he told her. "They do make you look more grown up. I want you to look young. To look your age. I want 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. Her boobs fell out, suddenly released.

She reached behind her to feel for her t-shirt, giving him a prime view of her big, plump, firm tits, though still she didn't turn all the way around.

For some reason, at this moment that she had been longing for, she felt shy and self-conscious. She slipped the t-shirt over her head and pulled it down.

But still he had seen those big, plump, ripe fruit.

"Mmmmmm," he said as his prick stiffened in his pants. He unzipped his fly and pulled the long hardening rod out and began to play with it.

Ramona was unconscious of what he was doing. Now she was trying to pull the tight short shorts up over her thighs and hips.