"Oooooooo, nooooooo…!"
"Jesus Christ! – she's a virgin," Billy gasped, his voice dropping to an almost reverent whisper. "Look at that, she's cherry!"
Ellen's whole body jerked in a violent attempt to wrench herself away from his licentiously searching finger, her belly grinding frantically down against the floor of the truck and the firm resilient cheeks of her buttocks clenched tightly together.
"Yeah, man, she's a virgin all right, I can feel it!" he exclaimed, fighting to keep his finger in the unbelievably tight, but violently squirming, ring of her vagina. He tried to worm his finger in deeper and met a thin fleshy resistance, then laughed softly. "This'll take what I call a real master."
"I'll do it. Let me split 'er!" Vito shouted suddenly and crawled excitedly over Ellen's back, spilling her head to the floor and throwing Billy off balance. Billy's hands flailed out from Ellen's body and the force of Vito's shifting weight threw him against the side of the truck bed, giving Vito complete access to the warm spread juncture of the young girl's upraised buttocks. In one quick moment, Vito had gripped one of her fearfully quivering white ass cheeks painfully in his fist, and in the next he had burrowed the entire length of his hand into the soft hair-lined mounds that protected the soft pink crevice of her vagina. Ellen moaned and jerked forward, but there was no escape from the cruel digging fingers that roamed over the thin, puffy edges of her cunt lips, pulling their softness apart and searching up inside for her vaginal opening. His fully extended hand covered the entire length of her pussy, one middle finger working violently over every inch of her helpless little cuntal slit as he greedily sought his mark.