"Yeah, see whatcha mean." Joe was still rubbing his neck when Jack threw Betti over the hood of the car, pressing her chafed wrists on either side of the hood ornament. He held her pinned with his groin to the front fender, his cock-bulge rubbing scratchily against her naked ass while he roped her wrists to the steel horse ornament.

Betti squirmed and cried, tears flooding from her eyes while her knees beat painfully against the fender and tire. She heard jangling sounds behind her and knew the stud was pulling down his pants. It was when she felt something very hot, hard and insistent rubbing into her sweaty asscrack that the girl realized she was really going to be fucked.

"No!"

She shouted and screamed, tiny farts of excitement escaping from her asshole while she jerked madly against the rope around her wrists. The girl cringed at. Jack's hard touch, her skin crawling with revulsion as she felt his hard prick rubbing up and down, up and down, sinking into her asscrack and forcing her buns apart. His knees were digging into the backs of her legs while he moaned happily into her ear. She felt him biting into her earlobe just as he pressed his fat, mushroom-shaped cockhead against her asshole.

Betti's mouth opened, a rush of air escaping from her throat as she realized with panic and horror what was actually going to happen. She shook her head violently, her hair splashing over her white, shocked face while she pulled at the restraining rope until blood oozed from the parting skin.

She felt her tight asshole spreading acheingly under the steady pressure. He was going to fuck her in the ass.

"Whore, slut," he murmured, his hipbones knifing into her ass as her cuntlips flattened against the smooth, cool fender.

It was horrid what was happening to her – horrid, and strangely exciting. Her big tits were flattened against the car hood while her nipples, stretched and sore from the damping and the whipping, puckered into two hard points.