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Wild for horses

CHAPTER ONE

"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.