She felt as though her cuntal hole was ablaze and burning as she sensed through the dim consciousness of her tortured brain the slight giving and tearing of her flesh. The flaccid symbol of virginity that she had religiously protected for so long was being ripped savagely away. Her body went limp from the sudden shock and pain, and she would have fallen from the seat had it not been for the restricting hands of Dawak on her shoulders and the pressure of the wildly flailing Balloo behind her. He had both hands locked tightly around Enhar's wrist forcing his finger slowly but surely from her pained and stretched cuntal hole.

Finally it was over. His thick stubby finger slipped with a wet sucking noise from between the young fleshy folds of her cunt, and he grunted in pain as Balloo shoved him with all his strength back into the windshield of the car.

"Stop! Stop! Mother-fuckers! We weel kill thees car!" Kubby was shouting at the top of his voice. "You weel kill the son-of-a-bitch car!"

Enhar was finally able to chuckle and so was Dawak. It took Balloo a little longer to return to normal and when things quieted down again, even Kubby was able to laugh.

They laugh at nothing, at all, thought Julie Davenport. It was beginning to get on her nerves and she understood finally what bothered her father. She had always thought that since it was their way of life, they had the right to laugh or cry or do what they wanted, but she was too upset now to be very understanding.

Balloo turned his eyes back down to the full moons of Julie's gleaming white ass, protruding full and round in the dim flashlight glow. His lips curled tightly as his total concentration returned to the voluptuous and waiting feast spread in servile anguish before him.

"Now this is how man fucks white God daughter," he hissed between clenched teeth while his cruelly gleaming eyes bored into the tantalizing crack that separated the full cheeks of her soft young ass.