"Open up her pants," Cash turned and hissed into the back, his eyes glinting in lewd amusement through the dark. He turned on his knees and peered over the back of the seat, almost drooling at the obscene picture of the young blonde girl plastered helplessly down under Billy's groin. Her striped tee shirt had ridden up to just below the rounded fullness of her large breasts, and below the high, wide-spaced protruberances, he could see the bare flesh of her taut little stomach gleaming whitely in the moonlight. He grunted in lewd pleasure when Vito suddenly reached over and pulled the zipper of her jeans slowly open.

"Jesus, will ya look at that," Cash whistled under his breath, taking in the wide white stretch of unexpectedly bare stomach exposed over the top of the small white triangle of her nylon panties. "Seems to me anything wearin' them skimpy lil things is asking for cock. I say let's fuck her now."

"Yeah, let's do it. Let's fuck her now," Vito agreed.

"Hold on," Pop objected over the din of voices. "Not while I'm drivin'."

"I can't wait," Billy grunted hoarsely.

Ellen groaned as her forehead hit against a rising hardness in Vito's lap and he raised his legs, clenching her face in his lap in a strong vise-like grip. Behind her, Billy's groin rammed harshly into her buttocks, his fingers tearing at the open waist of her jeans so that she thought they would rip apart. A frantic, terrorized energy raced through her, and she squirmed and bucked her body with every ounce of strength that she had, trying to wrench her face out of Vito's clenching thighs and throw Billy's jutting hardness off her back. She tossed violently at both ends but the harsh grinding of her forehead and buttocks against their stiffening hardness only succeeded in increasing their desire for her.

"Hold her down, you idiots," Billy muttered, moving his hand down to her wildly thrusting hips and pinioning them roughly to the floor.