WILD FOR HORSES Part 1

“Tanya! Come and set the table for dinner!”
“All right Mom, be there in one second!” Tanya called back.
She was sitting in her room in the middle of her pink shag carpet, looking through one of her horse books. Tanya loved horses. More than anything else.
Of course she had hardly ever even been near a real one.
She had seen them as a little girl, in the circus.
And she had seen them on TV and in the movies.
But she had never even ridden a real horse.
The idea of being on top of all that power and that brute animal force was thrilling to her. And scary too. So she collected books about horses.
Lying on her stomach on the floor, the pretty, pert sixteen year old made a pretty picture. She had lush thick dark hair that glinted with red.
And she had firm, taut white little buttocks that looked like little hillocks now, round and jutting out of her blue panties, as she lay on her stomach.
She was wearing nothing else but a blue t-shirt.
She spread her legs wide on the carpet while she looked through her picture books.
One arm wormed under her body, between her round little hills that were her breasts.
She let one hand slide down into her panties.
Suddenly, her fingers were sliding up and down in a wet canal.
She closed her eyes and thought of riding a horse.
The big black stallion that she had a photograph of, with his front legs rearing up in the air. Her fingers slid into her honey pot and brushed her clit.
“Oooooh, down boy!” she moaned to herself while she writhed.
Just then Jason stuck his head in the door.
“Hey, Mom said for you to come and set the table!”
He looked down at his younger sister. And saw what she was doing.
“Jesus Christ! You’re disgusting!” he told her.
Jason, who was seventeen, laughed at his little sister.
Lying on the floor, writhing on her belly, it was all too clear she was playing with her own cunt. And only sixteen years old. Jason thought of himself as very mature and sophisticated. Tanya looked up at him suddenly.
She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and scrambled up to her feet.
“How dare you come in here and spy on me!” she screamed.
“The door was practically wide open,” he told her leaning against the door.
“Are you going to wash your hands before you go set the table?”
“Oh shut up! Wouldn’t you like to know!” she spat at him.
She pulled on her blue jeans and brushed past him.
“I know you’re not getting any of this good stuff,” she said coyly.
She slid her wet, cunty fingers across his cheek as she passed.
And she went downstairs to the dining room, stopping in the bathroom along the way to wash her fingers off. Damn that miserable brother, Jason.
He thought he was so tough and old. But she knew that he had his eye on one of her best girlfriends, Ramona. Tanya knew that Jason would give anything to get into Ramona’s panties. But Tanya also knew that Ramona didn’t give a shit about Jason.
Tanya thought it was funny. She went into the kitchen.
Her mother said, “Well, it’s about time. I called you three times.”
“Sorry Mom. I was doing my homework,” Tanya said.
She took out the silverware and got some dishes.
“Hmmm, homework, my foot. You were probably looking at your horses.”
Tanya smiled at her mother and went in to the dining room.
She said, “Mom, have you thought about it anymore?”
“Thought about what?” called her mother, stirring the stew.
“About my party. For my birthday! Did you talk to Daddy?”
“Tanya, I thought we already discussed that. You definitely cannot have a riding party for your birthday. It’s much too expensive.”
Shit, Tanya murmured under her breath. She wanted a riding party for her birthday more than anything else in the world.
She set the table and went back into the kitchen.
“Oh, Mom, but please! I mean, I’ll pay for part of it. I’ve saved up twenty dollars. And I’ll save up more! I’ll pay you back! I mean how often does a girl have a birthday!”
Her mother, a pretty woman with strawberry blonde hair, laughed.
“Twenty dollars. You have no sense of values when it comes to money, my girl. A riding party for all your girlfriends could cost up to five hundred dollars. Absolutely not.”
She handed her young daughter bread and butter to put on the table.
“But what if I just invited a couple of girls. Just Ramona and Sally!”
Tanya was wailing like a little girl much younger than her age.
“I said the subject is closed. Next thing you’ll be wanting a horse. Now, I don’t want to hear about this anymore!” And her mother turned away.
Tears came to Tanya’s eyes. Having a riding party, getting on top of a real horse for the first time in her life, was her cherished dream. She resolved to approach her father once more on the subject.
After dinner, Mrs. Flowers had a meeting to go to of the Ladies Downtown Beautification Association. She left instructions for Tanya to clean up.
Her friend Ramona was coming over so they could do homework together.
Tanya wanted to get the dishes done quickly so she could talk to her father before Ramona came over. But there were an awful lot of dishes.
Jason was watching her fill the sink with a taunting look on his face.
“Jason, do the dishes for me tonight!” Tanya asked him.
“Shit, no! It’s not my night to do the dishes!” he said.
“Come on—I’ll do them for you on one of your nights, when you have a date or something,” she said. “If you ever have a date with anybody,” she added.
Jason blushed and said, “Fuck you,” and crossed his arms.
“Jason! Please! It’s really important! Look, I’ll try to get you a date with Ramona if you do the dishes for me tonight!” she pleaded.
Now Jason was interested. “Really?” he said.
“Yes! I promise! And you know how good I am at convincing people.”
“All right. It’s a deal. Tell her I’ll take her anywhere she wants to go in town.”
He gladly picked up the sponge and wrapped a dish towel around his waist.
Singing to herself, Tanya went off to find her father.
He wasn’t her real father. He was her step-father.
Her mother had married him only two months ago.
Tanya’s real father, an Army lieutenant, was killed many years ago, in war maneuvers in Germany, when Tanya was only two years old and Jason was three.
Loretta Jacobs had raised her two little children alone.
For many years she couldn’t even look at another man.
Her husband had been the only man in her life and it took many years to get over the memory of him. But then, last year, she had met Burton Reynolds.
The handsome, powerfully attractive young architect had wooed and won the pretty Loretta Jacobs. And Loretta herself felt it was all too long overdue.
She knew her two unruly children needed a father.
She thought that Burton, with his powerful manner and forceful personality, would be able to bring her two children into hand.
Tanya found Burton in the den, reading the evening paper.
“Burton,” she said. Neither she nor Jason called him Dad. It just didn’t feel comfortable. They were too old for that.
Burton looked up. “Yes, Tanya. What is it?” he asked her.
Just then the doorbell rang. “Oh shit,” she said, “That’s probably Ramona.”
Burton grinned behind his newspaper at the way his new young daughter talked.
But officially, he reprimanded her. “Don’t talk that way,” he said.
“Yes, Burton.” She ran off to answer the door.
But she found Jason had beaten her to it. He was talking to Ramona at the doorway. “That sure is a cute little apron thing you’ve got on there, Jason.”
Ramona was referring to the dish towel Jason had wrapped around his waist.
Jason blushed, and he pulled the dish towel off and went away muttering angrily.
“That’s the last time I do the dishes for her,” he was saying.
Both girls looked at each other and giggled.
Ramona had her school books under her arm. Tanya took her by the arm.
“Come on, put your books in here. I told Jason if he did the dishes for me tonight, I’d get you to go out on a date with him,” she confided.
“Oh really? Gee, thanks a lot. I suppose I don’t get any say in the matter.”
Ramona, a pretty, pert blonde crossed her legs as she sat on the arm of a chair.
She lit a cigarette. Her parents didn’t care if she smoked.
Tanya wasn’t allowed to smoke. She closed the door to her room.
Then she took a puff on Ramona’s cigarette. “Mmmm,” she breathed the smoke out.
“Look,” she added. “Why don’t you give Jason a try. He’s absolutely pining for you. Think of it this way. You’ll be doing a horny boy a favor.”
Ramona giggled. “What is it—National Take a Horny Boy out for a Ride in His Car Week?” She laughed again. “Nothing doing. You know I only go for older guys, Tanya.”
“Well, Jason is seventeen. He’s a year older than we are. Plus you said yourself he’s cute. You’ve got to admit he is.” She pressed her point.
Ramona tapped her cigarette in Tanya’s gold cup for cheerleading.
“I said he was kind of cute. But I can’t stand going out with boys who have no experience. You know, that kind of thing really disgusts me. When they don’t know whether to put their fingers up your panties or kiss you on the cheek goodnight. And they’re afraid to do one and awkward about doing the other. They make me too jumpy.”
Tanya looked at her friend enviously.
Ramona had a lot more experience than she.
Tanya’s parents still wouldn’t let her go out on a date alone with a boy.
She wasn’t allowed to drive around in a boy’s car, and if she went to a party, she had to leave her parents the phone number where she would be, and she had to be home by midnight. But she agreed with Ramona, as if she had as much experience.
“I know what you mean. But how can a guy get experience if an experienced woman won’t let him try her out. I mean—shouldn’t we experienced women try to help out all the green guys we can? Otherwise, some dumb innocent little girl who’s just as dumb as the guy might get her hands on him, and then he’d never know what’s what.”
Ramona laughed. “You should be on the debating team, not on the cheerleaders. I swear, Tanya. You could convince a horse to walk on two legs!”
“Does that mean that you’ll do it!!!” Tanya said.
All in all, she did love her older brother. And she did really want to see him happy, and get his first hot date with Ramona. Plus she knew then that he would owe her a favor.
“I’ll think about it!” Ramona only promised.
“Good, that means it’s settled. Oh, speaking of horses, that reminds me, I want you to come and help me convince Burton to convince my mother to let me have a riding party for my birthday. Come on.” Tanya put out Ramona’s cigarette.
“Are you still trying to get them to let you do that? I swear, I don’t know what it is about you and horses, Tanya,” Ramona said.
She picked up the framed picture of Trigger, Tanya’s favorite horse.
“I mean, I’d much rather think about going riding on some mature man. Like that hunky stepfather of yours. I think he’s groovy. So handsome.”
Ramona’s eyes went all dreamy as she looked at the horse and thought about Burton Reynolds.
“But just look at the power of the horse,” said Tanya grabbing the picture… “Look at the horse’s legs, at his neck. You know a horse could knock you down and kill you with just one of his hoofs!” Tanya said, thrilled.
“Mmmmm?” said Ramona vaguely. “So what?” she added unimpressed.
“And when you go riding, you feel all that power between your legs, while the stallion’s black mane whips in your face and he carries you along like you’re flying!”
Tanya waxed eloquent, thinking of riding a horse.
Ramona only laughed and teasingly pulled her hair.
“What an imagination. You’ve never even ridden a horse.”
“I know! But I’ve imagined the whole thing so many times. That’s why we’ve got to convince him. Come on, he’s in the study, reading the paper.”
The two young, nubile sixteen year old girls went into the study.
“Good evening, Ramona, how are you?” handsome Burton Reynolds asked his daughter’s young friend. He folded up his evening paper and took out a pipe.
Tanya sat down on one arm of his armchair.
Ramona cuddled up on the other arm. Her chest was heaving.
Proximity to this handsome older man always made her get breathless.
“Well, girls, how’s tricks?” Burton asked them.
Ramona licked her lips. Tanya said: “Oh Burton!” Then she added, “How was your day at the office?”
“All right. Lots of work. We got a big new project, to do the new library downtown.”
Ramona said, “How fascinating!” She had large breasts and they extended now a good ways out of her tight red t-shirt. She crossed her legs.
“Are you interested in architecture, Ramona?”
“Oh yes, very much, Mr. Reynolds,” said Ramona.
He looked up at his daughter’s friend. Then he looked at his daughter. What a fine-looking pair of girls, he was thinking. In his younger days, he would have stopped at nothing to get them. But now, he was a settled married man in love with his wife.
“Burton, you know I’ve saved up some money. And I could make more. I could get a job,” Tanya was saying. She put her arm around her stepfather.
“A job? I think that would be an excellent idea. But I’m surprised Tanya. I’ve never heard you be interested in working before.”
He was glad to hear his step-daughter taking a more practical view of things.
He thought Loretta had badly spoiled her daughter.
“Well, you know, I was thinking, if I was making some money on my own, I could pay for some things myself. I mean I know you and Mom aren’t always going to pay for me. I just thought I should start taking on some responsibilities myself.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more, Tanya. You know, girls, I started working when I was twelve years old. Both my parents died when I was very young and I lived in an orphanage. I had to start taking care of myself right away.”
“Oh you poor thing, Mr. Reynolds. You mean you didn’t have any mother to take care of you?” She leaned over the arm of the chair.
Her big round mounds of cleavage could be clearly seen.
Burton patted Ramona’s firm bottom. She was just a kid after all.
“Nope. I had nobody to take care of me but myself. But sometimes I think it’s better that way. A lot of kids I see growing up nowadays expect to have the world handed to them on a silver platter. A bunch of spoiled brats if you ask me.”
“Then you’ll let me get a job if I find one!” Tanya said. Impetuously, she leaned over her stepfather and threw her arms around him. She planted a wet kiss on his cheek. She and her stepfather were unusually close.
Tanya really did need the authoritative influence of an older man. And, though he did think she was somewhat spoiled, Burton really liked her.
“Of course honey. If you find a suitable job, that is.”
“Well, Burton, you see, I was thinking, if I did find a job, it would take me a while to save up some money. But then I could pay you and Mom back. For my party I mean.”
“What’s this?” he said. He turned to his daughter.
“For my riding party. You know how much I want to take some girlfriends, just one or two, and go horseback riding in the country for my birthday. Mom says it would be too expensive, but if I was making some money of my own, then I could pay you back.”
Ramona leaned across Burton and tapped her friend’s arm. Her big tits rubbed against Burton’s chest.
“I know of a riding stable in the country. My cousin works there. He says that it’s not too expensive to rent horses for the day,” she said.
“You see!” said Tanya, turning to her stepfather.
“Well, I don’t know, Tanya. I thought we already discussed all that,” Burton said. “According to your mother, you’ve never even been riding. I don’t think you understand how dangerous it is. And your girlfriends too, I’m sure, don’t have much experience with horses. One of you girls could get hurt, and then the parents would hold us responsible.”
“Oh, I’ve been riding, Mr. Reynolds,” said Ramona.
“You have! I didn’t know that! You never told me!” said Tanya.
“Oh yeah, my cousin took me once. But I didn’t like it.”
“What was it like!” the eager Tanya said.
The arm of the chair ran right between her legs and she gripped the arm.
“Well the horse was big and smelly and I almost fell off. And I was sore as a dog by the end of the day.” She took out a cigarette.
“You don’t mind if I smoke, do you, Mr. Reynolds?” she asked nonchalantly.
“Do your parents know you smoke, Ramona?”
“Yes, my mother knows. She doesn’t mind.”
Ramona’s father was dead. She held a match to her cigarette.
“Why don’t you call me Burton, Ramona,” Burton said. “After all, you’re a good friend of Tanya’s.” He put his arm around her.
She snuggled closer to him, on the arm of the chair.
“So can I, Burton? Can I? Can I?” Tanya pressed.
“Well, if Ramona says she knows a place that’s not too expensive, and if you’re serious about getting yourself an after-school job and paying us back, well… I don’t see why not!” he said after a moment’s reflection.
Tanya jumped up and clapped her hands. “Yay! Yay! I’m going to tell Jason!”
She ran out of the room, leaving Ramona alone with Burton.
“Tanya’s such a sweet girl. Rather innocent, but I’m really very fond of her, Burton,” Ramona said, as if she were much older than her girlfriend.
She turned around on the arm of the chair so that now she was facing him.
Burton was thinking—I know this kind of girl. She’s probably a real slut. She’s got hot pants and she’ll put out for nothing.
He was thinking that he really wasn’t too happy 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.
“Like 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.
“Hey,” she said running her fingers through his hair, “I’ll give you a blow job anytime you want, Mr. Reynolds. I mean, Burton. Just let me know!”
Just then Tanya came running back into the room.
“Jason 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!”
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 blood in many parts of her body, was racing.
Burton laughed at his charming, youthful stepdaughter. He tousled her hair as she stood beside him.
“Come 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.” She was dragging Ramona away into her room.
“It’s not a ranch. It’s a stable,” Ramona was saying.
But at the door to the den she turned around saying, “Wait a second. I forgot my cigarettes!” Alone in the den again with Burton, she scribbled her number down on a slip of paper. She said to him, “You know I’m not just a kid. I wasn’t kidding. I think I could show you a real good time, sugar.”
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 kid. 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 drunken 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 girlfriends.
And the two girls had shown the guys an incredible time.
Very kinky sex, they had gotten into. The two girls went down on each other, and then they let the men fuck them together. That is, Monica, Ramona’s mother had wanted both Burton and the other man to fuck her at the same time.
Burton shifted uneasily in his chair. His hard cock was ripping at his pants. He put his hand on it and massaged it.
How good it would be to have that slutty sixteen year old get down on her knees in front of him and take out his cock and put her mouth on it.
He rubbed his finger back and forth across her number.
As a joke, he would hold onto the number.
Maybe some night when Loretta was out of the house, or away on one of her trips. His wife was a lawyer and she often had to go out of town. It would be fun, just as a joke, to have a young girl again. And he could make sure she kept her mouth shut. He wasn’t afraid of that.
In Tanya’s room, both girls were having lots of trouble concentrating. But for different reasons. Tanya was thinking about horses.
“Just think! It’s really going to happen! I’m going to ride on a horse!”
“Ummhhmm,” Ramona said dreamily. She was thinking about riding on a different kind of mount. They were both sitting on the floor.
“Is it hard? Is it really hard? Were you real scared?” Tanya asked.
“Oh no, honey, I won’t be scared at all. And I bet it’s real hard!”
Tanya looked at her friend. “I don’t care. I bet I can do it!”
“Mmmmhmmm, I bet I can too!” Ramona said. “Look, I don’t think I can study tonight. I just can’t concentrate. I’m going home!”
“Yeah, me too. We can study together in home room in the morning. I can’t wait! I wonder if I can get that job!” Tanya hugged her knees.
“I wonder,” said Ramona kissing her friend goodbye.
After Ramona left, Tanya tried studying some more. But she just couldn’t keep her mind on her work. She kept glancing up to her little bedside table and, more specifically, to the little gold drawer in the table. Finally she got up and went over to the drawer.
She was about to open it when Jason stuck his head in her room again.
“So what happened? Is it on? Will she go out with me?”
Tanya whirled around and closed the drawer.
“She just about said yes. Give me one more day to work on her. Anyway, where are you going to take her? For a walk on Main Street?”
“No, I’m gonna ask Burton if I can use the car. I’d take her to the movies, or something. I know how to treat a girl right,” he said.
“Burton and Mom won’t let you use the car at night. You’ve only got a temporary license,” Tanya taunted her older brother. She stuck out her tongue.
“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.
“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.
He watched her pert buttocks twitch back and forth while she tried to pull the tight denim up over her ass and close the zipper.
Then it was done. She turned around. And saw his cock. It was a long spear of a shaft, sticking out between his fingers. He adjusted his pants so that his big red balls rode clear outside his fly.
“Now, that’s better,” he said looking at her.
She looked exactly like what she was—a slut of a teenager. Her tits bobbed prettily beneath the thin t-shirt.
He said, “Go down on it. Eat my cock.” He held it out to her.
Ramona was trembling. She talked like she had done this stuff before. But she never had. Never before in her life. She had only seen her mother doing it.
She pushed the coffee table aside and knelt between his knees. She took his stick in her hand. He grinned and closed his eyes. “Put your mouth on it. Go down on it.”
She opened her mouth and put his dick inside. Then she closed her mouth and pushed her head down on his tool, as she had seen her mother do. She could feel the throbbing of his penis in her mouth!
Her heart was beating fast! She couldn’t believe this was really happening! Not with Burton Reynolds—the good-looking man who was Tanya’s stepfather!
She opened her eyes to look up at him. She seemed to be doing a good job. His eyes were closed and he was smiling.
He opened his eyes. “What are you looking at?” he asked her.
He loved the way she looked, all cute and pert, her blonde hair falling all over her shoulders, with his big cock in her mouth like a lollipop.
“Lick up and down it,” he told her, his nostrils flaring.
She took it out and began licking it. She had never seen a cock with a head as big as his. She nuzzled the big wet head of his dick in her mouth. Then with her tongue she began licking up his throbbing shaft.
“Now stuff it back in your throat, honey, all the way down your mouth!”
She smiled. She loved doing this to him. She loved turning him on.
She knew that he was getting turned on. For his cock was getting bigger and harder in her mouth with every move her tongue made.
She shoved the big head of his penis down her mouth. And she gagged. She came up coughing and choking.
“Not that way,” he said looking at her funny. “Have you ever done this before?”
She blushed and looked away. She couldn’t lie.
“Well, no. Not exactly. I mean I’ve seen it done thousands of times!”
“Thousands of times? Well, seeing it isn’t doing it. Now let me tell you how to do it. Keep your tongue against the bottom of your mouth, and breathe in. When you breathe in, push my cock in as far as it can go. When you exhale, let up on it a little bit, let it come out. That’s how you deep throat. Think you got it?”
She nodded eagerly. She opened her mouth wide and stuck his dick in. She breathed in and his penis slid way down her throat.
He groaned and gripped his balls. “That’s it, honey.”
She saw what he was doing and she moved his hands away. Now she was fondling his balls with her own slender hands. She exhaled and let his cock come half way out her mouth.
“That’s right! That’s right!” He reached for her big, firm boobs. He pulled her t-shirt up so her melons were naked. They were full heavy weights in the palms of his hands.
“Mmmm,” he sighed. “So good, so good!”
Ramona felt so happy. She was finally getting cock, giving head.
And it wasn’t to one of her mother’s bums—it was to this good-looking mature man! Now she allowed herself to get really into it.
With Burton squeezing her boobs, her pussy began to tingle. She squatted on the floor and pulled one of his legs between her legs. Then she started rising up and down on his leg, giving her pussy something to rub against. She couldn’t wait until he started playing with her cunt.
“Okay, that’s enough,” he told her. “Anymore and I would come. Stand up.”
She stood up. His cock was throbbing hot. Her lips were swollen and stretched.
He said, “Stand up here on the couch. I want to eat your sweet hot pussy now.”
She climbed up on the couch uncertainly. She had never done this before either—let a man eat out her cunt. Of course, she sure had dreamed about it a lot. But now that it was actually happening, like before, she was a little shy and afraid. Somehow it wasn’t happening the way she had always imagined it.
She always thought she’d be desperately in love with some man, who’d be desperately in love with her. First they’d just kiss a lot, and fool around. And gradually, when they both realized how much they loved each other, he would take her in his arms in bed, and then… they would do all this stuff.
Now, this man was pulling her fly down, while she stood above him on the couch. He was feeling into her pussy crack while she still had her jeans on.
“Mmmmm,” he was saying. “This is going to be good!”
She licked her lips nervously. “What do I do?”
“Nothing. You just stand there. And spread your legs good and wide. Don’t tell me you’ve never done this before either?”
She looked away and shook her head. She knew she was coming off like an awful fool, after all her big talk and manner and bragging.
If any of her girlfriends ever knew that most of what she bragged about doing was pure bullshit… Now he was biting through the denim.
He had got the zipper down and he was working her shorts down over her hips.
“Nice big hips, I like that!” he was saying.
He got her shorts off one leg. They hung around the ankle of the other. Now he pulled her cunt down to his face. She was still wearing panties.
“Burton!” She laughed nervously. “What are you doing?”
She felt uncomfortable because she knew her panties were wet and stinking, because she was so excited. She didn’t know that a man liked that.
He was sniffing at the crotch of her panties, pulling it into his mouth to taste the taste of her cunt, and pushing his tongue through the thin nylon fabric.
“Mmmmmm, good hot pussy.” Suddenly his tongue wormed around the edge of her panties and into her furry muff. She felt his tongue hit the wet surface of her pulsing pussy lips. She gripped his hair to keep her head about her.
“Oh!” she gasped once, closing her eyes and reeling.
“Feel good?” he said with a snarling laugh. He tore her panties down off her completely now.
The girl was holding on to his hair, with her eyes closed, and her legs spread wide apart. Her blonde pussy fur was wet around the edges. Her cunt lips were quivering with anticipation.
She was so hot that she did something without thinking. She split her meat open with her fingers and shoved it against Burton’s open lips. He grinned and pressed his tongue in her open slit.
“Oooooh,” she said closing her eyes. She had never had a tongue in her cunt before! And she was loving it! She writhed with her muff against his face!
One of her boobs was dangling below her raised t-shirt, the other was encased inside the tight t-shirt. She put her hands on his shoulders and she writhed.
Her cunt was sweet and moist and hot—sexy.
He loved flicking the tip of his tongue against her love button.
“Ooooh, I like the way you do me!” she said through gritted teeth.
He split her meat open with his fingers again and plunged his tongue inside. He looked up to watch her close her eyes in ecstasy.
“That’s enough!” he said hauling her off him.
“Ohhhhh,” she pouted, though she loved to see his wet lips.
She stuck out her tongue and he kissed her, rubbing the wetness of her cunt meat against her own lips. He pulled her onto his lap on top of him.
He guided his penis and it slid right up her cunt.
She’d never fucked a guy before, but like Tanya, she wasn’t exactly a virgin. Her own pokings and probings in her own pussy had dispensed with her cherry.
Burton was glad. He didn’t like blood. He smiled as his dong slid right up her pussy. He watched her eyes melt into blue puddles as his cock slid in her.
She was on top of him, on his lap, and it was up to her to go up and down. She tried bouncing up and down on top of him. But she wasn’t very good at it. She didn’t know how to establish a good rhythm and keep it up. He shook his head at her ruefully.
“And I thought you were—Miss Experience,” he said.
She said, “I can’t help it! Come on, fuck me!”
“Yes Ma’am!” he said slipping her underneath him. Now he was on top of her, stretched out on the couch. He slid his cock into her pussy. She raised one leg over the back of the couch and her other leg stretched out on the coffee table.
The little sixteen year old slut was totally open to him. Totally trusting. Her cunt was wet and hot and inviting. And she was spreading her virgin thighs wide.
He grabbed her big boobs in his hand and he began rubbing them.
“Ohhhh, do it to me, Burton! Do it to me!” the hot slut cried.
He kept sinking his cock in and sliding it back out only to sink it back in again, slowly establishing a steady pounding rhythm. One time when he had slid it out, he didn’t slide it back in again. He just kept the head of his penis pushing between her pussy lips.
She opened her eyes. “Come on! What are you waiting for?”
She was breathless with the anticipation of his next plunge.
He grinned. “I want to see you beg me for it!”
“Come on Burton! Don’t kid around! I want it! Give it to me! Do it to me! Please!” she begged, putting her arms around his waist and pulling her cunt up around his thick pole. He grinned and bit into her soft tit flesh.
“That’s all I wanted to hear, you slut. Just a little begging,” and he started really plowing her. He was very close to coming now.
“I want you to come when I say so, slut! Start to come!”
He was pounding his hard meat into her wet cunt.
Her legs went up in the air as if electrified and her pussy started throbbing! Never, in all her years of masturbation had she had an orgasm like this! It didn’t stop! And neither did his hard cock!
He knew she was coming and he kept on doing it to her, sliding his hard cock up and down her pussy, and letting her cunt shiver and spasm all over his cock.
Finally she really got down to business, whether she knew it or not, and really started squeezing his cock. That’s when his cock exploded.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! It feels good! So good!” she was gasping in little girl sighs.
He grinned with his eyes closed, while he felt his dick giving off great jolting gobs of his hot sperm. Again and again his gun went off in her box.
Her whole body was trembling, and it went on trembling after he had pulled his gun out after he came. Her body was like the body of someone who has been executed by having their head chopped off—the body keeps twitching for a while after it’s been severed from the head. She lay on the couch with her eyes closed.
“Oh, Burton. That was fantastic!” she groaned.
He laughed. He was zipping up his pants. “You’re not bad either. With a little practice, you’ll be able to give a nice little blow job. I guess you’ve never really blown a guy either, huh?”
“No.” She shook her head. Her eyes were still closed as she was reliving in her mind her first fuck. She didn’t want it to be over.
“Well, I’ll be seeing you. I’ve got to go. The kids will be getting home from practice. They’ll be wondering where I am.”
“Wait a second, let me get up, I’ll see you to the door.”
“No, don’t bother, just lie there. Let me see you that way. Will you be playing with yourself and thinking about me while I’m driving home?”
She nodded, putting her fingers to her cunt. Her fingers came up all wet and sticky with his sperm. She put her spermy fingers to her mouth and licked the stuff off.
He laughed. “Bye bye.” He left her lying there.
She heard the screen door slam. Then she heard his motor start. She pulled herself up on the couch to watch him back out of the driveway.
Finally, now she had herself a man, a real man, not one of her mother’s scummy boyfriends. And she had got him all herself! She lay back down on the couch to touch herself and think about what had happened with him, every detail from beginning to end.
Burton, driving home on the highway that cut through town, was whistling. He knew that Ramona was Tanya’s age. But he just didn’t feel bad about what he had done. He couldn’t think about Tanya and Ramona the same way. Tanya was a good girl, and she came from a good family. Her mother was respectable. Tanya one day would go to college. She would become something, make something of herself. At least if he had any say in the matter. He knew she was intelligent.
But Ramona was another matter. She was born to be a slut just like her mother. He had seen that kind too many times. She’d either get pregnant before she finished high school and end up marrying some local boy who worked as a grease monkey in a garage.
And she’d have a couple of children right away, and turn into a tired looking pair of tits hauling around two children and nagging her husband.
Or else she’d become a secretary, typing was the only thing she could do, no doubt. And she’d sleep around a lot. Maybe if she was lucky and kept her looks, she’d even nab the boss of her company. He had seen that happen many a time too.
The hot secretary marrying the boss of the company…
When he got home, Jason and Tanya were just arriving. Jason was all hot and sweaty from football practice, and he went to take a shower before dinner. Tanya had showered in the locker room at school. But her checks were all healthy and rosy.
“I got that job!” she told her stepfather happily.
“What?”
“That job at the Burger Joint. I’m going to work there. Starting tomorrow!”
“Hey! Good for you sugar! What do you know!”
He headed out to the dry sink in the living room.
“This calls for a drink!” He opened a bottle of wine.
He poured a glass for himself and another one for her.
“Come on, drink up, it’s not every day that a girl gets her first job!”
She drank it, beaming happily. Things seemed so much better around the house now that Burton was a member of the family. He was so much more lenient than her mother.
“Can we call the ranch, I mean the stable, that Ramona knows about tomorrow? You know you have to make reservations in advance!”
At the word, Ramona, Burton flinched.
But his daughter didn’t notice. She was too involved in her own thoughts.
“I wonder how many horses we should rent. I think I’ll just invite Cheryl and Ramona and me. And I guess Jason can come if he wants to. And you, of course, Burton. And Mom, if she wants to. Though I doubt she wants to. She’s such a scaredy-cat about trying new stuff.” Tanya babbled on innocently.
“Listen, I want to talk to you about something, sugar,” Burton said. They walked back into the kitchen where he was fixing dinner.
“What?” she said perching innocently on the counter.
She was wearing a pair of white short shorts and a red t-shirt and her white gym socks and a pair of sneakers. Her long reddish hair hung thickly over her shoulders.
“Well, it’s just that I don’t know if you should be hanging out so much with Ramona. She seems… a lot more advanced than you, in some ways.”
“Oh Burton! Ramona’s my best friend! You sound just like Mom! Besides! She just likes to talk big and act big. But she’s just a kid like me. She has a lot more troubles at home to cope with—that’s why she acts like she knows so much. If you could get to know her like I do, you’d really like her. I know you would.”
He smiled. He patted her knee and unfolded the tin foil around the hamburger patties. “How many do you want? One or two?” he asked his stepdaughter.
“Three! I’m hungry!” the pert cheerleader said.
Just then Jason came in, rubbing his hair dry.
“Hey Sis, did you get a chance to talk to Ramona today?”
Again, Burton inadvertently flinched at the name of the girl he had just come from. A picture flashed across his mind of the girl lying with her legs spread, her twat open, and her fingers squirming in her pussy, as he had left her.
“Yes, she said she’d go out with you. Just once. As a favor to me!”
“Well hot damn!” Jason flicked his towel through the air. It caught Tanya on the thigh. “Ouch! You creep!” she said.
“What’s this about Ramona now!” Burton asked his stepchildren.
“Tanya fixed me up with her. I’m going to take her out on a date. Can I use the car one afternoon, Burton. I’ll be real careful with it, I promise!”
“Now, Jason, I was just telling your sister here that I don’t think that girl is the kind of girl either one of you should be hanging out with.”
“Aw, Burton! Every guy in the school wants to go out with her. I don’t know if you know about it, but her mother’s got this real reputation. Like she puts out a lot. And everyone figures her daughter will be the same way. Plus did you get a load of those knockers!” Jason made two bulging bundles with his fingers at his chest.
“Jason!” Burton said sternly, turning on the heat under the skillet. “Don’t you talk that way in this house, and not in front of your sister! I won’t have that kind of talk in this house, in front of women! Now go set the table.”
Burton was truly irritated as he checked the flame and flipped the frozen hamburger patties onto the skillet and they started to sizzle.
He didn’t like the idea of his stepson taking out that girl. She was a slut all right, and he didn’t care if other men had her.
But the thing was, she might talk. And he didn’t want the information that he had gone over to her house and screwed her being passed around on the adolescent grapevine. He opened a box of mixed frozen vegetables.
“I can see the minute your mother leaves, the two of you go crazy and think you can do whatever you want.” He ripped the box open with his teeth.
“I like being here with just you, Burton. You’re more fun than Mom,” Tanya said, dangling her legs against the counter.
But Jason was still pissed off. He came back into the kitchen.
“Look for Christ’s sake, Burton. I’m just saying that I’m going to take this girl out one time. I mean—Jesus Christ—she doesn’t even like me. But I’ve got to get some experience with some girls sometime. And she just might let me.”
“Not in front of your sister!” Burton growled at his stepson.
“Oh Jesus! I know all about the birds and bees, Burton!” Tanya told him.
Her eyes were gleaming. All she could think about was her first horse.
The next day, Tanya reported to the Burger Joint at nine o’clock in the morning.
She was given a spare uniform to wear—an ugly orange dress with white trim. The dress was very short and just barely covered her pert ass.
“Is it supposed to be that short?” she said doubtfully.
“Yeah, and you got to wear stockings. You got any stockings with you?”
The girl named Trixie was helping Tanya get ready.
“No. I just wore my sneakers and my socks.”
“Sneakers is okay, but you got to wear stockings. Here, I got an extra pair.”
Trixie had her own little locker in back. She opened it and reached for a spare set of pantyhose she had in there. Tanya saw a picture of a horse on the inside of her locker. She jumped up to look at it more closely.
“Hey! Wait a second! What’s that! A horse!”
“Yeah. You like to ride? I like to go riding out in the country. It beats all this city shit. Do this! Do that! If I ever save me up enough money, I’m going to buy me a place in the country, settle down there and never come out. I’ve had enough of this city life,” Trixie said cynically. She was thirty years old—not really a girl at all anymore, the way innocent Tanya was.
Trixie had dyed red hair and she wore lipstick. She was smoking a cigarette. She watched Tanya take off her sneakers and socks and pull on the pantyhose. She noticed Tanya’s long, lean thighs and looked away.
“This your first job, kid, or something?”
“Yeah! How could you tell?” Tanya asked excitedly.
“Well, you seem kind of all enthusiastic,” the redhead said.
“Tell me all about your horse. I mean do you own him?”
Tanya pointed to the picture on the inside of the locker.
“Own him? Aw no. That’s just a picture I pulled off a calendar. I just rent a horse to go riding on the weekends. But someday maybe I’ll own my own.”
Tanya said, “I’m going riding for the first time in a couple of weeks. For my birthday. I’ve never been on a horse before. But I’ve read all about it.”
“Reading about it and doing it are two different things,” Trixie laughed. “It’s like reading about making love and actually doing it.”
She looked the young high school girl up and down.
“But I don’t suppose you know about that either,” she said.
Tanya shrugged philosophically. “I know some,” she said.
“Yeah, I suppose you do. I knew some when I was your age too.”
They heard the boss setting up the food bins inside.
“Well, I guess we’d better get going… Dick don’t like it if his employees spend too much time talking in here. And listen, just one word of advice, if he tries anything funny with you, you just come and tell me. Don’t be afraid. He’ll take as much as he can get away with, but you don’t have to give him nothing.”
Tanya’s eyes opened wide. All this was new to her.
The day passed both quickly and slowly. Tanya thought it would never end. It seemed that she was on her feet, serving people for hours. All she had to do was take their orders, mark them off on a piece of paper, as the people came up to the counter, and then slap the orders down behind her. And she had to take people’s money and give them the right change.
But all day long, people were hassling her. She had never noticed how irritable and impatient people could be. One man got furious because he ordered a burger without mustard and by mistake he got one with mustard. He almost had a fit. She couldn’t believe it.
“I’m very sorry sir. But nobody’s perfect. I’ll give you another burger.”
Another man got the wrong change. She had shortchanged him by twenty cents.
“I saw that!” he announced loudly. “It’s a good thing I counted.”
Tanya sighed and wiped her forehead. She gave him the twenty cents.
Would this long day never be over? At her coffee break she talked with Trixie.
“How’s it going?” Trixie said smiling at Tanya.
Tanya sighed, rubbing her feet. She felt like crying.
“Take it easy. Just relax. First day on the job is hard anywhere.”
Trixie went to her locker and opened it to get out another pack of cigarettes.
She stared at the calendar picture of a horse, a fine big black stallion, standing in the middle of a wide green field. She smiled and said, “I like to look at it. It gives me a cool, peaceful feeling to look at that horse and think about being out in the country.”
Tanya came up and stared at it too. She could imagine the very power of that horse, as he powered across the field beneath her. It brought a tingling to her tired thighs.
Then they had to go back in to work again. The afternoon was even worse than the morning. It was more crowded. And Dick kept coming up behind her to watch what she was doing. He made her very nervous. He was a big, middle-aged man who was balding. And Tanya could see by the look in his eye as he looked at her thighs when she bent over that he was a lech. He owned the place.
Tanya wiped the sweat from her forehead. It was hot.
“Don’t do that! The customers can see you! You think they want to think about getting a burger from your hands after you’ve been wiping your sweat!”
Dick was coming up right behind her. Her uniform was sticking to her and her armpits were wet. But she didn’t want to argue with him. She just kept her mouth shut and said, “Yes, sir.”
But later on in the day, she suddenly realized he was leaning up behind her. His full body was leaning against her and she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She turned around suddenly disgusted. His penis was hard and he was rubbing it against her buttocks.
“Excuse me!” she said loudly, pushing him away.
She wanted to tell Trixie, but Trixie had already gone for the day. She knew that she was in for trouble.