Before long, the sound of Jim's hips slapping against Peg's ass was added to the sounds of the fuckers' gasps and moans. The car was rocking from side to side.

Peg's fingers, had brought her close to an orgasm long before Jim entered her. So it didn't take many thrusts of his prick to bring Peg to the heights of ecstasy. She began meeting Jim's lunges with thrusts of her ass. Her free tit swung back and forth, hitting the car door.

"Owwwwwwww!" Peg howled in bliss.

Now every time Jim's prick filled her, a wave of pure pleasure shot through her body. This is what Peg lived for. And fucking was getting more and more important to her.

Peg was coming down from her climax when she felt a charge of heat in her twat. She knew that Jim's prick was spewing gism into her. The sound of his groans confirmed it. And before his gism had stopped flowing, Peg was on her way to a second orgasm.

But before she reached that second glory, Jim stopped pumping.

"Keep going," Peg cried. "I'm going to come again."

"I-I don't know if I can," Jim gasped.

With her heart sinking, Peg felt the prick pumping in and out of her pussy begin to collapse. Now, rather than reaching deep inside her, it was folding and sliding around her mound.

Peg had to take matters into her own hands. She reached between her thighs and stuffed Jim's deflating prick into her again. Then she began rubbing her clit.

But now she rubbed it with all her might, unlike the gentle tickling she gave it in the movie theater.

She was going to make it, she realized. She was going to hit a crashing climax. Although her finger was giving her this orgasm, having Jim's prick in her was nice.

With her head banging out the opened window. Peg shook in ecstasy for the second time in ten minutes. Her desperate wails of lust echoed through the night. The coal night air felt nice on her feverish face.