She gasped as Dawak gave another pull at her nightgown so that the two mounds of her soft resilient flesh came completely free and into direct contact with the leather of the car seat. Her nipples immediately sprang into a defensive hardness, their tiny budlike tips throbbing from the sudden exposure to the coolness of the material. Dawak wasted no time. As he gaped at Balloo's hands coursing hungrily over the rounded soft spheres of her ass, his own hand slipped around the side of her body, following the deep crack where her tits curved out from her ribs. He cupped the full round ripeness of her right titty and squeezed it momentarily, bringing a groan from Julie's lips. Still not satisfied, he proceeded to pinch the small rubbery nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it tightly between them with a lewd grin on his face as he felt her face squirming with greater strength now trying to dislodge itself from his crotch. He continued to knead and pinch at her tits with an ecstatic intensity until he was harshly interrupted by a loud threatening rebuke from Balloo.

"Hey you! Son-of-a-bitch! Son-of-a-bitch!" Balloo shouted an obscenity, a colorful example of the language every people seemed to pick up first, Reverend Davenport was fond of pointing out.

"I am for thees, too!" Dawak replied defensively.

"Not first like me!" Balloo stated flatly.

Julie was almost amused by their use of the language but then she remembered that what they were doing was fighting over fucking her, and that rather removed the humor for her. She saw Balloo's eyes gleam with inflamed desire as his shaking hands smoothed up the sides of her quivering body and cupped the tits underneath. The flashlight only revealed things she preferred not to see and cast eerie shadows around the moving car. Julie wished they would put it out, but she was afraid to say anything.

Balloo pulled and squeezed at her tits harshly for a moment. It felt as though he were milking a goat. Then with sudden impatience, he drew his hands down again to the elastic band at the top of her panties. He hooked his fingers into the cotton and with a slow methodical certainty, began to peel them down over the curves of her virgin hips.