"Damn," Billy said, getting encouragement from her obvious willingness to allow him to do what he wanted. "Let's get your panties off."

Marilyn knew a moment of shame. "No, Billy," she protested weakly. "Don't start teasing," Billy warned.

"I'm not teasing," Marilyn said. "I'll let you. Just not here. Not in the car."

"Hell yes," Billy said. "Let's take them off. It'll save a little time."

"But Billy…" she said.

He didn't let her finish. His fingers were already tugging at her panties. She gave in and lifted her hips so that he could slide them down her long legs. He pulled her skirt up above her waist so that her blonde pussy could be admired by both boys.

"Would you look at that snatch!" Danny exclaimed.

"Keep your eyes on the road," Billy said. "I'll do the looking."

Danny reluctantly looked back at the road again. It wouldn't have mattered if he'd looked back at Marilyn because he wouldn't have seen anything. Billy had covered her pussy with his hot hand.

He started rubbing the flat of his hand all over her pussy. Marilyn was already beginning to feel juicy there.

"Like that?" Billy asked.

"Yes," Marilyn moaned.

Billy pressed one finger into her cunt. He found her clit and began to flick his finger against it. Marilyn moaned loudly.

"Hot damn," Danny said. "Here we are. The motel. I don't think I can stand just looking much longer."

Billy gave her cunt a few more flicks of his finger and he reluctantly withdrew his finger. He tasted it, smiling.

"Ummmmm," he said. "Pussy juice. There's nothing that tastes as nice."

Danny stopped the car in front of the motel. "We've got room three," Billy said.

Billy still had her panties in his other hand. He now opened the dashboard and stuffed them in.