"Nice, huh?" he called excitedly to the rest of the men, working his middle finger down into the shadows of the thinly dividing crevice until it disappeared from sight.
A loud grunt of agreement came from cash as he hung over the front seat, his eyes bulging with cruelly rising desire. Pop, behind the wheel, glanced quickly over his shoulder and turned back to the road, taking out a handkerchief to wipe sweat off his forehead.
Ellen groaned as Vito's hardness jerked against her cheek. His hand moved over the back of her head, pushing her forehead hard against his excitedly throbbing penis. Her nose flattened against the base of the shaft and she could feel the blunt rounded outline of the blood-engorged head pressing hotly through the material of his pants. He ran his fingers through her hair, taking in the sight of her helpless young body stretched out almost nakedly below him. A small circle of wetness had seeped through the material of his pants against Ellen's temple and she shuddered, realizing it was the same white male liquid that she had seen glistening on the top of Phil's long obscenely hardened cock just before he had thrust his hardness into her older sister's wide-splayed pussy. She tried to lift her cheek from it, but his hand clamped down on her scalp and pushed her face even deeper into his pulsating groin than it had been before. She began to sob loudly as he rotated his fevered loins against her forehead, moving his hands down to the bareness of her back and suddenly yanking the tee shirt brutally up over her brassiere-covered breasts to her neck.
"Well, lookee here at what we got," he said in a cruelly mocking voice. "A girl in a bikini."
Once again Pop's head spun around to the back, and an obscenely loud guffaw swept through the truck.
Ellen's shoulders heaved as she sobbed helplessly from the shame and humiliation. This was too much! They were laughing at her too, while they pawed and tore at her body like wild animals. She thought of Bob's hands gently trying earlier that evening to cup themselves around her breasts and almost regretted the self-righteous way she had pushed him away. Surely it would have been better to have let her very own boyfriend touch her than to find herself as she was now at the mercy of these monsters. She might still have been at the beach party now, kissing Bob and letting him caress her. Oh, God, it would have been better than this if she had given herself completely to him.
Now she cringed at Vito's hand roaming excitedly over her back. She stiffened in fear as his fingers fought clumsily with the clasp of her brassiere. Then suddenly it gave way and she felt her fully ripened young breasts fall out like two large white melons, hanging obscenely down over each side of his leg with his knee pressed into the deep cleavage between. The tiny buds of her nipples made contact with the coolness of the air and stiffened involuntarily, pointing lewdly down to the metal floor.
"A hot little piece of ass in half a bikini now," he snorted.
"Hold her down while I pull her panties off," Billy grunted, sliding his hands slowly down from the slimness of her waist over the luscious flare of her firmly rounded young hips.
Then suddenly, Ellen's body jerked back to life as she felt Billy's fingers move from her hip bones to the tight elastic top of her panties. She had lain limply beneath them, feeling as though all the life had been drained out of her, while they had run their hands all over her helplessly trembling flesh and even uncovered her breasts. But the moment she most dreaded had arrived, and she knew that the virginity that she had struggled so hard to protect from even Bob, the boy she was going to marry, was as good as lost if she ever allowed these horrible beasts to strip her panties from her vagina. Death would be better, she thought. Her last chance to resist was now and, deciding she would rather be flung from the moving truck, she gathered all her strength and lurched wildly toward the tailgate. Her body squirmed momentarily through their grasping hands until Billy's arm circled around her waist tripping her, and she fell to a painful thud on her knees.
"She's going to jump out, grab her legs!" he shouted as Vito sprang up, and she fell back down to the floor beneath the crushing weight of both of them.
She kicked and clawed but it was impossible to meet their brutal strength and gradually she was pulled back to her original position with her head thrown harder this time into Vito's lap. She shuddered as he dug his fist brutally into the back of her neck, applying a cruel vise-like pressure to the sides of her head with his legs.
"Dumb little bitch," he said, reaching down under her torso and grabbing one of Ellen's nakedly hanging breasts, squeezing it until she groaned loudly. He moved to the other breast, giving it an even more vicious squeeze, and she whimpered in helpless anguish. He laughed and she realized that the little man was obviously a sadist and glad of her attempted escape because it gave him an opportunity to brutalize her. She tried not to give him the satisfaction of her crying, but the pain was just too much for her to take when he grabbed her sensitively pulsating nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it tight between them until she broke out sobbing. He kneaded it roughly between his fingers and ground her face harder against his throbbing cock, his face breaking into a lewd contorted grin of sadistic ecstasy as his whole body raced to cum from the sheer pressure of her face grinding into him. His head rolled back against the front seat and he let his hand move down her back, trailing his fingernails sharply into the smooth creamy skin. He moaned and rubbed his hand down her back to the elastic waist band at the top of her bikini panties, pulling on it frantically and then kneading his fingers, cruelly into the soft flesh of her firmly rounded young ass cheeks.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Billy suddenly interrupted, grabbing the hand and flinging it back toward the front seat. "Who the hell's running this show anyway?"
Vito's body fell back against the seat under the surprise attack. "You don't own her, you know," he shouted back violently.
"Right now I do. I'm the one that supposed to be fucking her."
"Hold on, boys. We can't be bitchin' and fightin' amongst us. Wait 'till we get to the warehouse," Pop's voice pleaded from the driver's seat.
"Maybe we ought to wait, Billy," Cash shifted in the front seat, frowning tensely at the two angrily poised figures in the back of the truck.
"I'm tired of waiting," Billy grunted and resumed his kneeling position over Ellen's helplessly splayed out body. "I'll fuck 'er real quick."
Billy's eyes raced with mounting excitement over the youthful loveliness of the girl's body that lay stretched below him in a piteous pose of helpless submission. He hadn't fucked a woman in a long time, and especially not anything like this. Not anything so young, pure, and helpless. Small beads of perspiration broke out on his upper lips and his hands trembled as he curved them around the narrowness of her waist. He waited a moment, and then he began slowly peeling down the flimsy nylon panties over the half-moons of her buttocks, gradually exposing the smoothly resilient young flesh. Then, in a sudden gesture of nervous impatience, he yanked the panties past her knees and the rounded white spheres jostled firmly and nakedly before his hungering eyes.