lines of spittle drooled from his face as he hung over the front seat, his eyes gleaming in vicious desire. Kubby, behind the wheel, glanced over the seat and muttered something under his breath, then tromped down harder on the gas, shooting the car forward at a greater speed for an apparently smooth enough stretch of road.
Julie groaned as she felt a hardness from Dawak's crotch rising under her cheeks. He had followed Balloo's instructions and pulled the nightgown over her waist and up to her neck where it bunched in a wrinkled ring of useless cloth. Now in his excitement, he was roving his hands over her back that was bare from the shoulders down. The smooth velvet softness of her skin was broken only by the thin strands of hair that laced across her back and the flimsy nightgown-panties that stretched tightly over her asscheeks. She could feel a small wet circle of seminal fluid seeping through the crotch of his pants from the hardness of his blood-engorged prick. It felt warm and sticky against her cheek, and as she tried to move her head away, he pulled his hand from her back and pressed her face tighter into his crotch until she almost lost her breath. He locked her head in position with one hand, while the other continued to rummage over her back, his fingers working clumsily at the clasp of her nightie at the neck.
She gasped as Dawak gave another pull at her nightgown so that the two mounds of her soft resilient flesh came completely free and into direct contact with the leather of the car seat. Her nipples immediately sprang into a defensive hardness, their tiny budlike tips throbbing from the sudden exposure to the coolness of the material. Dawak wasted no time. As he gaped at Balloo's hands coursing hungrily over the rounded soft spheres of her ass, his own hand slipped around the side of her body, following the deep crack where her tits curved out from her ribs. He cupped the full round ripeness of her right titty and squeezed it momentarily, bringing a groan from Julie's lips. Still not satisfied, he proceeded to pinch the small rubbery nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it tightly between them with a lewd grin on his face as he felt her face squirming with greater strength now trying to dislodge itself from his crotch. He continued to knead and pinch at her tits with an ecstatic intensity until he was harshly interrupted by a loud threatening rebuke from Balloo.
'Hey you! Son-of-a-bitch! Son-of-a-bitch!' Balloo shouted an obscenity, a colorful example of the language every people seemed to pick up first, Reverend Davenport was fond of pointing out.
'I am for thees, too!' Dawak replied defensively.
'Not first like me!' Balloo stated flatly.
Julie was almost amused by their use of the language but then she remembered that what they were doing was fighting over fucking her, and that rather removed the humor for her. She saw Balloo's eyes gleam with inflamed desire as his shaking hands smoothed up the sides of her quivering body and cupped the tits underneath. The flashlight only revealed things she preferred not to see and cast eerie shadows around the moving car. Julie wished they would put it out, but she was afraid to say anything.
Balloo pulled and squeezed at her tits harshly for a moment. It felt as though he were milking a goat. Then with sudden impatience, he drew his hands down again to the elastic band at the top of her panties. He hooked his fingers into the cotton and with a slow methodical certainty, began to peel them down over the curves of her virgin hips.
Julie Davenport jerked as she felt the last of her protective clothing being removed from her almost nude body. She had laid almost dormant from paralyzing fear all this time as they clawed and kneaded at her helpless body, but she knew this was the point of no return, and if she didn't resist with all her strength now, there would be no hope. Even death, she thought bitterly, would be better than losing her virginity to this horrible group of wild animals who had her at their mercy. With this thought racing through her mind, she gave one more final effort at escape and rolled from the seat to the floor of the car. Her sudden movement caught both Dawak and Balloo by surprise, but they both reacted violently and quickly.
'Pull her back here. Pull her back here!' Balloo shouted as they struggled with her flailing arms and legs beneath them.
The battle lasted only a minute as the greater strength of the two black men gradually won, and she was pulled brutally back to the kneeling position on the seat with her face again pressed tightly into Dawak's loins. Her tits ached as they were squashed hard and heavy into the leather.
'Hold her down!' Balloo commanded. 'I'm really going to fuck her now!'
Julie, trembling in abject terror, heard the harsh metallic sound of a modern zipper being opened in haste behind her and then felt the warm smooth pressure of his hardened cock pressing against the tender backsides of her thighs. She could feel its stickiness where the wet hot seminal fluid seeped from its large inflated head. With his hands on her hips, Balloo pressured them up higher off the seat then pressed his knees tight between hers, and in one swift downward movement, peeled the white flimsy cotton panties from the half moons of her ass. When the material caught at the junction of her belly and thighs, he gave an impatient jerk, ripping them into useless threads. Then he laughed, holding the tattered remnants up in the air, and then pushed them mischievously tight into the face of the enraptured Enhar, hanging in excited concentration over the back of the front seat.
'Smell that sweet stuff,' Balloo chortled at the crazed gaze that flickered through Enhar's dark eyes.
'Heeeyyyyy youuuuuuu!' Enhar crooned and without warning thrust his hand down over the back of the seat with a swiftness that caught Balloo off guard. The force of his unexpected movement pushed Balloo back a little, giving his hand complete access to the warm wet juncture of Julie's upraised ass. She jerked forward with a desperate groan, pressing her face tighter into Dawak's crotch, but there was no escape. The frustrated black's full extended hand clamped down tight against her, covering the whole of the juncture of her thighs and ass. She wriggled her behind in desperation, attempting with all her strength to evade the wildly digging fingers that were thrusting and probing at her unprotected cunt.
He found the wet smooth opening and all of a sudden fucked his middle finger forward with a hard cruel thrust that burst into her with the hot fiery pain of a cattle brand.
'Aaauuuggh,' she screamed wildly as she felt it skewering like a red hot poker into the smooth virginal flesh of her hungering cunt, breaking through the tight ring of her virginity and on into the warm wet cavern beyond. Balloo, shouting obscentities now at the top of his lungs, tried with all his strength to wrestle the cruel probing hand away, but Enhar's strength, lust-filled as he was, seemed that of ten men. He ground his thick fat finger around and around without mercy deep inside her painfully expanding hole, while the poor helpless girl groaned and twisted in anguish before the depraved attack on her unprotected genitals. She felt as though her cuntal hole was ablaze and burning as she sensed through the dim consciousness of her tortured brain the slight giving and tearing of her flesh. The flaccid symbol of virginity that she had religiously protected for so long was being ripped savagely away. Her body went limp from the sudden shock and pain, and she would have fallen from the seat had it not been for the restricting hands of Dawak on her shoulders and the pressure of the wildly flailing Balloo behind her. He had both hands locked tightly around Enhar's wrist forcing his finger slowly but surely from her pained and stretched cuntal hole.
Finally it was over. His thick stubby finger slipped with a wet sucking noise from between the young fleshy folds of her cunt, and he grunted in pain as Balloo shoved him with all his strength back into the windshield of the car.
'Stop! Stop! Mother-fuckers! We weel kill thees car!' Kubby was shouting at the top of his voice. 'You weel kill the son-of-a-bitch car!'
Enhar was finally able to chuckle and so was Dawak. It took Balloo a little longer to return to normal and when things quieted down again, even Kubby was able to laugh.
They laugh at nothing, at all, thought Julie Davenport. It was beginning to get on her nerves and she understood finally what bothered her father. She had always thought that since it was their way of life, they had the right to laugh or cry or do what they wanted, but she was too upset now to be very understanding.
Balloo turned his eyes back down to the full moons of Julie's gleaming white ass, protruding full and round in the dim flashlight glow. His lips curled tightly as his total concentration returned to the voluptuous and waiting feast spread in servile anguish before him.
'Now this is how man fucks white God daughter,' he hissed between clenched teeth while his cruelly gleaming eyes bored into the tantalizing crack that separated the full cheeks of her soft young ass.
'Oooohhhhh, noooooooo, please! Please don't anymore,' she pleaded through her tears of shame and humiliation. She could feel his hands begin kneading nervously and stretching the open and unprotected twin mounds of her asscheeks. Her body jerked up as she felt his thumbs on either side of them, spreading them wider and wider apart.
