Phil pumped for maybe thirty seconds and then withdrew. He moved quickly, flopping his ass down on the seat next to Betty, his cock thrusting stiffly and glistening with Betty's juices. Stacy fleetingly thought that there was more room in the back of the car, then wondered if she really wanted to use it. She guessed she'd let Al tongue her steaming snatch if he'd be satisfied to just do that.
Betty leaned over and took the wet cockhead into her mouth. She sucked furiously, slipping one hand inside Phil's pants and grabbing his balls. He grabbed her head within a few seconds, blurted out that he was coming, and lurched upward, jamming his cock deep into Betty's throat.
Stacy couldn't see much then, as Betty's head was blocking her view, but she knew that Phil's cock was spurting – and it was easy to tell that Betty was swallowing the sperm. Betty kept sucking until Phil pushed her away and Stacy could see that his cock was getting soft.
"I can't take much more of this, Stacy! You could at least let me get my hand on your twat and you could be a good sport and jack me off!"
Al's mouth was close to Stacy's ear and his breath was warm. He'd shoved his finger hard enough so that part of it and her thin panties were jammed between her pussy lips. She was actually nearing an orgasm. Before she could tell him that she was willing to remove her panties and let him tongue her, Betty turned around and spoke: "Stacy, you might hate me now for what I'm going to say, but I really believe that it'll help you and that you'll thank me later. I think that a degree of force should sometimes be used to break down a girl's puritanical morals and inhibitions so that she can learn to appreciate the delights of sex. Phil, get back there and help Al! And, Stacy, if you raise too much hell we'll kick your ass out and let you get home the best way you can!"
"I never did go for using force!" Phil protested. "I'm not about to rape anybody, Betty!"
Al pulled away from Stacy and removed his hand from her crotch. "I don't go for rape, either!"
"I don't want you guys to actually rape her," Betty said. "Hell, just work on her until she gets so hot she'll be willing and eager to do just about anything. If you give her a good going over I'll bet that she'll practically be begging for at least some tongue!"
Stacy didn't say anything. She didn't want to walk home. She hadn't brought any money with her and she didn't want to hitchhike. She was glad that Betty had taken charge of the situation, really, because it made it much easier to accept what she wanted to happen. She sensed that Betty was using a little psychology just as she was sure that if she really raised enough hell nothing would happen to her and she'd be taken home.
Phil zipped his pants, got out of the car, and then got in the back. Stacy was in the middle. She leaned back and said that she wasn't going to fight but that she wasn't going to help, either. Betty told the boys to strip Stacy naked, adding that she'd keep a look-out.
Stacy was secretly glad that she was going to be naked. She wanted to have both of her throbbing titties sucked on at the same time. She was so sexy-hot she was ready for just about anything! She already felt as if she could start coming and never stop.
Al and Phil were very excited and therefore a little awkward, but they managed to get her dress off without doing it any harm. She moved helpfully to prevent just that, and was sure that if she didn't want to have sex she wouldn't have done that much.
As soon as they had her bra off, and she'd again moved her arms helpfully, Al went for one thrusting, hard-tipped breast and Phil went for the other poking mound. The sensation was just as wonderful as she'd thought so many times that it would be. Within thirty seconds after a sucking mouth and a lapping tongue made contact with each of her throbbing titties she was gripped in the throes of a blissful orgasm.
She moaned and squirmed her ass on the seat and dimly wished that they'd removed her panties and at least shoved a finger into her palpitating pussy. But they'd be doing other exciting things when they stopped sucking on her tingling tits – and in case they didn't, she'd tell them to!
Al moved his mouth to Stacy's mouth just before she stopped spasming. She returned his passionate kiss and even admitted his hot tongue. Then she sucked on the slippery oral instrument until he pulled it from her mouth.
Their hands had been roaming all over and her entire body seemed to be one great erogenous zone. Because each place that was touched caused her to react with blissful feelings of sexual pleasure.
As soon as Al pulled his mouth and tongue from hers Phil was right there to take his place. She returned Phil's tongue-probing kiss just as passionately, even though she'd sagged limply. She was still hot, even though she'd climaxed.
Phil returned to her throbbing breasts, kneading one spiked mound while he sucked on the other, and Al got on his knees on the floor and began tugging her panties off. She lifted her ass and then moved her legs so that he could peel the thin garment down and off.
Al got between her legs and began kissing and licking her inner thighs. She saw that Betty was watching, obviously with great excitement, and it dawned on her that she'd just kissed Phil and lashed her tongue with his and he'd recently had his tongue in Betty's twat. But she guessed that too much time had passed for the taste of Betty's juices to remain.
Stacy's thoughts were broken off as Al slithered his tongue between her moist cuntal lips and probed deep. She moaned and lurched upward as she thrilled to the truly delightful sensation. Al took the opportunity to slip his hands under and grab an asscheek with each one.
She dropped her buttocks back down on his hands and he kneaded her ass with his fingers as he tongue-fucked her. He swabbed the walls of her quivering cunt with the flat of his tongue and she started the mad dash toward another climax.
"It does feel great, doesn't it, Stacy! Al's damned good with his tongue, I know-and so is Phil, for that matter!"
Stacy didn't answer. She knew that the way she was hunching along with Al's mouth and tongue was answer enough. Besides, she didn't think that mere words could ever describe or do justice to the tremendously wonderful pleasure she was experiencing. She hazily wondered why the hell she'd waited so long to give in to her desires. And there was more yet to come! She wanted to be fucked by Al – and by Phil, if he could get another hard-on.
Betty had turned sideways on the front seat, her head turned, her eyes on Al's bobbing head. She reached out and rubbed the back of Al's neck with one hand. Her other hand was out of sight, seemingly in her lap, and Stacy decided that Betty might be finger-fucking herself.
Phil pulled his needy mouth from the hard-nippled breast he was sucking at the moment and asked Stacy if she was about to come. Almost at that same instant Al's tongue went to Stacy's stiffened clitoris. The lapping, and then the sucking as the lips clamped down and around on her elongated passion-button, caused Stacy to start lurching and bucking and wriggling through a thrilling orgasm.
That was answer enough for Phil. Keeping right on squeezing one of her throbbing titties, he lifted and mashed his open mouth to hers. He darted his tongue and she met it with her own. She probed his hot mouth with her tongue, then Phil's tongue was darting in and out of her mouth in practically the same rhythm Al's tongue was darting in and out of her twitching pussy. Again she sagged limply, and again she was still hot, even though she'd experienced just about the best climax ever.
Both tongues were pulled from the two places at about the same time. Al got out from between Stacy's legs and Phil went down on his knees. While Phil was getting between Stacy's legs Al was moving up onto the seat beside Stacy. She accepted Al's wet lips and then his tongue, getting a special thrill out of the taste and the fact that she was sucking on a tongue that'd just probed her cunt.