But then the girl said: "You bet your ass I'm gonna make you boys cum, but I'm real hot now. I'm more in the mood for fucking than sucking tonight. Okay?"

"Hey, yeah," cried Randy with enthusiasm.

"I've got a blanket in the trunk," Joe announced. "I'll be more comfortable on the ground."

"Yeah, I thrash around a lot," said the girl.

"But it's my car and my blanket, so I get to fuck you first, right?" Joe said.

"Who cares?" replied the wanton nymph. "As long as I get two cocks stuffed up my cunt hole, I don't give a shit what order they come in."

Randy grumbled something, not pleased at having to wait for sloppy seconds. As if to console him, the blonde girl ducked back down onto his prick in a sudden swoop. Randy moaned. Jack could hear the wet sounds that her mouth was making on the lucky fellow's cock. Randy's head rocked up and down and he moaned, and the girl whimpered on a mouthful of cockmeat.

"Ummmm, ummmm," came her muffled purr.

The driver's door opened and Joe got out and walked to the back of the car. He opened the trunk. Jack, delighted by the way things were developing, sneaked back behind the tree and peered out eagerly. The driver hauled a big wool blanket out of the trunk and spread it on the ground.

"Get out here, baby," he called. "I got a hard-on like a fucking telephone pole!"

That was almost true, Jack thought, peering at the young man. His naked prick was gleaming in the moonlight, the shiny cock-knob glowing. It wasn't as big as Jack's own cock, Jack thought, but it was plenty big enough to provide a good fuck for the girls.

Randy groaned as the girl gave his cockmeat a last loving slurp. Then, with a sigh, resigned to waiting his turn, he opened the passenger door and got out. His prick was as big as Joe's, and even stiffer now. The girl's frothy saliva was pouring down his gnarled cockstalk.