The music came on and the lights in the parking lot came on.
All over the lot, boys were getting up from girls, and girls were getting up from boys. In the white convertible it was no different.
Howie pulled his face up from Tanya's beaver. His face was dripping wet. He smiled at her.
Tanya was terribly embarrassed. She looked down and realized for the first time what she had let him do to her. She saw that her beaver was completely open and exposed to him, he could see it and everything. She lifted her leg and pushed away from him. Then she closed her legs up quickly and felt for her panties and jeans in the car.
Howie wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Mmmm, beaver sure was good, he was thinking. He glanced at Tanya, trying to hide her pussy triangle while she pulled her panties on. She saw him looking and she blushed and turned away.
"Well, what are you looking at?" she asked him.
"Who, me? Nothing," he said, as he zipped his cock back in his pants.
"Hey, how you guys doing back there? Everything come out all right?" Jason asked.
Ramona was discreetly lifting up off Jason's penis. She reached up under her skirt and wiped off her cunt with her panties. Then she slid over on the seat and pulled her wet panties on. She pulled her skirt down. She looked away and lit a cigarette while Jason wiped his wet penis off on a tissue and zipped it back into his pants.
He looked at Ramona's back, scarcely able to believe that everything that had happened had really happened. He was feeling so happy! He turned around.
"Everything's fine back here, pal," said Howie.
Jason saw that Tanya was sitting close up against the door on her side, looking away and not talking.
"How'd you like the picture, Sis?" he asked her.
"It was good," she said. "It was really good! But I don't see why all those horses had to die!" She was recalling the sensation she felt between her legs, from Howie's tongue just when the horses plunged over the cliff.
But she still felt embarrassed about what had happened.
Howie kept trying to put his arm around her as they drove home.
They stopped off to get ice cream at the ice cream parlor and then drove home.
Burton was sitting in the den watching TV. "Well, did you kids have a good time?" he asked.
"Yes sir!" said Jason, squeezing Ramona's arm.
"We sure did!" said Howie, winking at Tanya.
Tanya blushed and said goodnight. She said she was very tired, and she thanked Howie for taking her out. Then she went into her room.
The boys still had to drive Ramona home. Jason wanted to drop Howie off first, but he didn't feel like going home yet. Jason got pissed.
"Come on, man," he said out in the car again. "Get lost."
"Oh, let him come along, Jason," said Ramona coaxingly.
So Jason let him come. All three of them sat in the front seat.
"Well, it sure sounded like you two were having a good time in the front seat," snickered Howie. His thigh was pressed up against Ramona's thigh.
"Hey, shut up, man. I mean have a little couth. We got a lady in the car you know."
Ramona giggled. She only said, "Sounded like you guys were having a ball yourselves in the back seat. Did Tanya let you go all the way?"
Jason objected again. He didn't think this was the kind of thing girls and guys talked about together. But Ramona laughed and she said: "Look, I'm only going to get the whole story from Tanya tomorrow anyway. What's the big deal?" She was feeling fine now. She had seen the jealous, angry way Burton had looked her up and down when she came in with the boys.
It made her feel good. Let him be jealous. Let him get real jealous. She imagined what it would be like when he finally came around begging her for it. She wanted him to want her real good and hard, like she wanted him.
She liked the idea of him wanting her so bad that, although she was only a sixteen year old girl, she could wind the thirty-five year old man around her little finger.
"Yeah, she really let me get some!" Howie said with relish.
He was recalling the feel of Tanya's cool fingers grasping his pole, and her sweet hot pussy between her struggling thighs. The taste of her beaver was still on his tongue.
"Jesus Christ! The girl's my sister! I don't want to listen to this!"
Jason, driving, swerved on the road. He had to be more careful.
Ramona giggled and she squeezed his thigh. "Jason's so conservative," she said.
She reached over and squeezed Howie's thigh. "Not like you. You seem much more like a real bull – you go in and get what you want, don't you?"
Howie grinned in the darkness. Personally he was kind of turned off by Ramona's vibes. She was so forward, and she thought she was such hot shit. He really preferred shy girls, like Tanya. And he didn't like girls with big tits. It turned him off. He liked thin girls with small firm titties like Tanya. But he didn't say anything. He just let Ramona feel his thigh. He was feeling too fine to object to anything.
Jason said, "Hey – what are you trying to say? That I don't go in and take what I want? I got what I wanted from you tonight, didn't I?"
Ramona and Howie laughed. Jason sounded so defensive.
"You got whatever I decided to give you, Jason, that's not the same thing as a man taking what he wants from a girl, and making her understand that things are going to go his way!" Ramona thought of Burton's strong arms. She wished she were going to see him tonight. But she had to play it cool.
"Oh yeah? And what do you know about men! You're just a kid yourself, like us. You're younger than us! I bet you haven't had half as much as experience as you make out like you had!" Jason stared at her and saw she was squeezing Howie's thigh.
"Hey, cut that out!" he said, his hands wobbling on the steering wheel. "You keep your hands off my girl! He shouted at Howie."
"Howie! I'm not your girl!" Ramona turned to him and smiled.
"Yes you are! After tonight…?" Jason was furious.
Ramona ran her fingers through his hair smiling.
"Jason! Tonight didn't mean anything! Just because we did some things… that doesn't mean…!" She shook her head and looked at Howie.
He at least seemed to understand. He was holding her hand and squeezing it.
"I mean, I bet Howie here doesn't think that your sister Tanya belongs to him just because they did some stuff together tonight! Jason, you're so foolish!"
"I am not foolish! I think, if that's your attitude that you're disgusting! Burton was right about you! You really are the wrong kind of girl!"
Ramona sighed and stared out the window. If Jason only knew how Burton was speaking from experience. She almost had an urge to tell him how she had given her very first blow job to none other than his stepfather, and that his stepfather had loved it!
"And leave my sister out of this! If that's how you feel, Howie Manilow, then you can get out of this car this minute! I'm not driving you home, or anywhere!"
Jason suddenly felt very loyal to his sister. He felt he had to protect her honor. He braked the car. They came to a sudden stop. They were out on the shoulder of Interstate 41. It was a clear night and the moon and stars were shining in the sky.
"What a lovely night it is," Ramona breathed looking above her.
Howie was waiting somewhat uncomfortably. Was Jason really serious.
"Come on, I'm waiting. Get out of this car!" said Jason to his best friend.
"Oh Jason, be serious, we're not going to leave Howie out here. And if that's the way you feel then I should get out of the car myself. Come on, let me out!"
She started to try to climb out over Howie but Jason pulled her back down.
"Sit down, Ramona! Come on, sit down! I don't want you to leave. Come on!"
She sat back down in the car and all three were silent.
"Want to smoke some grass?" Howie asked in the silence.
Howie and Ramona had both smoked before, but Jason never had. He knew his mother and his stepfather would really kill him if they ever knew that he was fooling around with any drugs. But he felt so miserable now, and he had been feeling so great before! He took the joint and tried inhaling.
But he was also a young man who was on the football team and he had never even smoked any cigarettes. It was against the coach's rules. So he didn't know how to inhale. Ramona and Howie tried to instruct him.
"Keep your lips slightly open. And try to draw in some air when you inhale," Ramona leaned over and explained to him while he smoked. He took in too much smoke and started coughing.
"Like this," said Howie taking the joint from him. Howie inhaled expertly. He held the breath in his lungs for a while.
"See – try to hold it in your lungs for as long as you can, then let it out slowly, like he's doing," Ramona said. They watched the blue smoke pour out of Howie's nostrils.
"You can tell if you really inhaled if it comes out your nose," said Howie.
Suddenly his head started to reel. That last toke really gave him a hit.
"I don't need you to tell me," Jason said indignantly.
Ramona puffed and got a hit too. It made all parts of her body go tingly. Her very fingertips tingled, and all the skin covering her body felt like thousands of tiny fingertips. Her senses long to be touched. She longed to be touched all over. She passed the joint to Jason. Then suddenly, she and Howie were kissing!
Howie had his arms around her and was pressing her tits to his chest.
"Hey! What the hell do you two think you're doing!"
Jason was jealous and he was pissed as hell. Why the fuck did Howie have to come along and fuck everything up? He pulled Ramona out of his friend's arms.
She now lay across Jason's lap. "Mmmm, Jason," she said. "Kiss me. Let's fuck again." She was wrapping her fingers around his neck and pressing against him.
Jason blushed. "I don't like the way you talk. I'm taking you home," he told her.
She and Howie were giggling and laughing and very high.
Jason wasn't high at all. He started up the car.
"Or why don't we have a threesome. A menage a trois?" Ramona was saying.
She and Howie burst into meaningless laughter.
"Yeah, come on Jason. Don't be so uptight," said Howie.
"I have to bring this car back in half an hour, or Burton will be pissed as hell. I'm not even supposed to be driving after dark!" he said.
"I'm not even supposed to be driving after dark!" Ramona mimicked him. "Oh, Jason," she turned to him scornfully in the car. "You'll never be a man, like your father." The words came out before she realized it.
"What the hell are you talking about you didn't even know my father."
"I mean your stepfather!" she said, making things even worse.
"What do you know about Burton?" He was coming to the turnoff to her house.
"It's just that he's my idea of a real man. A mature man. You guys are just kids to me. You don't know really what you want, and you're too shy to really try and get it. I want a real man, that's all." She tossed her long blonde hair.
Jason pulled up in front of the house where she lived with her mother.
"Well, here you are. Thanks a lot for this lovely evening, Ramona," he told her frostily. "I'm just sorry that you don't feel the same way about me, that I feel about you. Or that I felt, should I say. I used to think you were a nice girl. But now I know all the rumors are true. Well, goodnight."
He turned his face away when she tried to kiss him goodnight. But he felt like crying for the first time since he was a little boy.
Ramona climbed out over Howie. "Well at least will you give a girl a kiss goodnight?" she asked him standing prettily beside the car on the road.
"Sure thing. Sure I will," said the stoned Howie.
He leaned out of the car and pressed his lips against hers.
She tongued him out for a moment, feverishly, just because she desperately needed at that moment to feel the power she had over a man. She left him breathless and she knew it.
The headlights of the car lit up her entrance into her house. Both boys sat stunned for a second. Then Howie said: "Wow! What a girl!" He looked over at Jason.
"She ain't shit," Jason said unkindly and he backed the car up.
He dropped Howie off at his house and then he drove home.
Burton was sitting up waiting for him.
"You're a little late son, I told you to be back by ten."
"Sorry, Burton, but I didn't know what time it was."
"Are you all right? You look a little sick or something."
"Naw, I just, had sort of a fight with Ramona on the way home. With her and Howie. You know, I guess you're right about her. She really isn't my type of girl."
Jason said goodnight and he went off to bed.
Burton sat up for a while smoking his pipe. He was thinking of his pimply stepson, sitting in the front seat of the car at the drive-in with the delicious, luscious teenaged Ramona. That girl was prime beef, sirloin steak, wasted on that boy.
Surely Ramona must know that. He'd seen the teasing way she'd flaunted her body, clinging to Jason's arm, when they'd stopped by earlier in the evening.
He knew that she was just trying to make him jealous. It was absurd, ridiculous – the whole thing – Burton Reynolds, a mature, grown man of thirty-five, an architect and established member of the community and a taxpayer, being jealous of his seventeen year old stepson, and all because of a luscious sixteen year old vixen?
He picked up the phone and dialed her number. It was late but he didn't care. He didn't care one bit. He'd been drinking all night and his blood was boiling. He wanted that little vixen. He wanted to fuck her cunt. He wanted to feel her all over, like a man feels a woman. He wanted to make her say she didn't care about his son.
"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.