Unknown - Wild for horses

"Hello?" Ramona answered the phone. Her mother was having one of her drunken parties and there were men and women lying all over the floor.

Nobody else had even heard the phone. Her face lit up.

"Burton!" she exclaimed, then spoke lower. "Yes, you want to see me? You want to come over? Yes! I'd love to. But, well, mother has some people over. Yes. Okay, I could go for a ride."

"And wash out your pussy, honey, wash it out real good. Cause old Burton don't like to touch no used goods," he drawled at her wolfishly.

Once again, her blood was set running by his vulgarity, though at the same time she felt she ought to be offended. But it just turned her on.

"Yes, okay, sugar. I sure will." She hung up excitedly and went to take a shower. She stepped over many bodies. Many men tried to grab her and make her join in their orgy. Finally she got to the bathroom and locked the door and turned on the water.

Driving over in the very same car that his son had used earlier in the evening, a cigarette firmly ensconced between his thin lips, Burton Reynolds was thinking: No, it's her ass I want. I want to shove it in her ass.

He was thinking how he wanted to prove to this little wench that he was the only man she could ever want. And that if she wanted him, she had better prove it.

He didn't want her going out with Jason or any other boys anymore. He wanted her to sit at home and wait for him to bring his cock to her. But of course, these were all very drunken thoughts.

And added to the recipe was the phone call he had earlier from his wife. Loretta was coming home the next day from Miami. Her paper at the convention had been a big success. He told her he couldn't wait for her to come home. But the truth was, something had happened to him while she was away.

Suddenly, he felt old as he realized all the responsibilities he had. A wife and kids, a house and mortgage. He didn't have his freedom anymore.

And when he looked at a sweet young piece of ass like Ramona, he missed his freedom, he sorely missed it. He stomped on the gas pedal and sped through the night.

He arrived at her house and heard the sounds of the drunken party going on inside. He honked the horn twice. Ramona came out on the porch. He opened the door and she hopped in the car. He drove off.

In the car, she had tried to snuggle up against him. But there was something so cold, and fierce and violent about him tonight. He didn't even touch her. Finally she had moved away.

When she asked him, "Where are we going?" he had said nothing.

He took her directly to the motel down the road. He went in to register. Ramona stroked her blonde hair nervously.

Now she knew. This sleazy hotel. She was only wearing white short shorts and a pink tube top and her white sandals. She knew that if anybody caught him registering in the motel with her, he would get in a lot of trouble for corrupting the morals of a minor. The idea only excited her even more.

She was intoxicated with fear and excitement. That she could drive a mature man to such violent passions, where he would risk everything – his home life and family, made her feel important!

He came back out to the car with the motel key. They drove to number 17, a tacky white door. He parked and they went inside. Inside he turned on the light. It was nothing more than a naked, glaring light bulb.

"Take your clothes off," he told her as he started to unbutton his shirt.

"Wait, Burton, come here and hold me a little bit or something. I feet so nervous."

She was speaking truthfully. She had never been in a motel room with a man before.

"Take your clothes off," he repeated staring at her. He was looking at the shape of her tits protruding from her tube top, and the curve of her buttocks under her short white short shorts.

Trembling, nervous, she obeyed him. He went and locked the motel door. When he turned around, the pretty sixteen year old was naked, but she was sitting on the bed, holding a sheet up to cover her body. She was really feeling ill at ease.

He threw off his shirt and kicked off his pants, and shoes. He was standing in his stockinged feet. His penis was stiff and hard. He walked up the bed and pulled the sheet away from her. His nostrils flared as he looked at her pink, plump juicy nakedness.

Her chest was heaving, she was panting with excitement.

He just grabbed her and turned her over on her stomach.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she gasped breathlessly.

"Get up on your hands and knees." He was behind her.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me!" she whimpered as she did what he said.

He didn't answer her. He just smeared some spit on the head of his cock and he reached for her ass cheeks. His finger located the firm pink hole of her anus.

He was fingering into her ass hole between her ripe plump ass cheeks.

"Burton! No! Please don't! Stop it!"

"Shut up now!" he whispered fiercely as he plunged his cock in her ass.

"Oh!" She gasped out in pain as she felt her back door plunged into.

He said between gritted teeth, "Let me in girl, let me in!"

"Oh! Oh no! Don't! Oh! You're hurting me!"

She reared up on her knees, but he held her firmly around the waist.

He slipped one hand between her legs and started fingering her cunt.

Now her cries of resistance turned to moans of liquid love.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Oh! What are you doing to me!"

"I'm fucking your back door, and you're going to let me. Because I'm a man and you know it. And I'm going to take you any way I like. And you're going to let me. And when I get through you're going to beg for more. Because I'm going to do things that no one's ever done to you before. And I'm going to do it in a way no one's ever going to do it to you again. Open up your sweet ass to me, cunt. And let me in!"

He plunged his throbbing rod up between her ass cheeks.

Her pussy was like a pool of juice between his big fingers.

And now her ass was starting to get wet too.

Suddenly she fell forward on her hands and knees again.

She was loving it – loving getting it up the ass, loving getting fingered, loving whatever he did to her. Because he was doing it, and he knew what he was doing.

He slid his big rod in and out of her oozing ass crack. It was so tight and hot, tighter even than her sixteen year old pussy!

He slid his fingers out of her cunt and held them up in the air. They were dripping with thick white pussy cream.

The little cunt had already come! He leaned over and put his fingers in front of her mouth. "Lick it off," he told her. She opened her eyes.

She took his fingers in her mouth and she licked off the cream from her own cunt that his fingers had dug out of her. He watched her sucking his fingers and he grinned.

"I'd like to see you getting fucked by two men at once," he told as he ground his thick dick up her ass hole. "One in your ass – and one in your mouth. Yeah, you'd look real good getting fucked like that!" He slammed into her.

"Uh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!" she writhed and moaned.

"I'd like to see you eating black cock! I'd like to see you getting fucked by a nigger!" He was plunging in and out of her and watching her sixteen year old body writhe and twist. Her ass cheeks were so pert and round.

Her big melons swung and bounced as she took his cock in her ass!

She turned to stare at him and her face was all contorted with pleasure! Her long blonde hair fell down her back wildly!

"Yow!!" he suddenly groaned as he plunged his dick down her ass cheeks and she squeezed him! Suddenly he couldn't contain himself any longer and he felt as if he were plunging through outer space as his cock jacked off again and again, deep in the inner space of her hot white ass.

Loretta Reynolds came home from her convention cheery and happy.