Oh, God, if only her father didn't feel that he had to save the dark continent of Africa for his God! A thousand "ifs" rumbled through her tortured mind disconnectedly when suddenly she was jerked back to brutal reality by the touch of Balloo's hands running up the sides of her almost naked body. He rounded them over the luscious flare of her hips for a moment and then slid them slowly and harshly down to the slimness of her waist above her panties. Her skin was naked there, and she trembled as his breathing almost stopped behind her. She felt as though his eyes were boring right through her body as the heat of his hands traced a path just behind their leering gaze.
"Where is the light?" Balloo asked. "I wish to see thees better."
Enhar got the flashlight out of the glove compartment. Africans were no different from Europeans or Americans, Julie's father often moaned with despair. They easily absorb and learn about the machines and scorn the morals and spiritual values. Now Enhar worked a modern machine to light up an ancient immoral act. Thin lines of spittle drooled from his face as he hung over the front seat, his eyes gleaming in vicious desire. Kubby, behind the wheel, glanced over the seat and muttered something under his breath, then tromped down harder on the gas, shooting the car forward at a greater speed for an apparently smooth enough stretch of road.
Julie groaned as she felt a hardness from Dawak's crotch rising under her cheeks. He had followed Balloo's instructions and pulled the nightgown over her waist and up to her neck where it bunched in a wrinkled ring of useless cloth. Now in his excitement, he was roving his hands over her back that was bare from the shoulders down. The smooth velvet softness of her skin was broken only by the thin strands of hair that laced across her back and the flimsy nightgown-panties that stretched tightly over her asscheeks. She could feel a small wet circle of seminal fluid seeping through the crotch of his pants from the hardness of his blood-engorged prick. It felt warm and sticky against her cheek, and as she tried to move her head away, he pulled his hand from her back and pressed her face tighter into his crotch until she almost lost her breath. He locked her head in position with one hand, while the other continued to rummage over her back, his fingers working clumsily at the clasp of her nightie at the neck.
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.
Julie Davenport jerked as she felt the last of her protective clothing being removed from her almost nude body. She had laid almost dormant from paralyzing fear all this time as they clawed and kneaded at her helpless body, but she knew this was the point of no return, and if she didn't resist with all her strength now, there would be no hope. Even death, she thought bitterly, would be better than losing her virginity to this horrible group of wild animals who had her at their mercy. With this thought racing through her mind, she gave one more final effort at escape and rolled from the seat to the floor of the car. Her sudden movement caught both Dawak and Balloo by surprise, but they both reacted violently and quickly.
"Pull her back here. Pull her back here!" Balloo shouted as they struggled with her flailing arms and legs beneath them.
The battle lasted only a minute as the greater strength of the two black men gradually won, and she was pulled brutally back to the kneeling position on the seat with her face again pressed tightly into Dawak's loins. Her tits ached as they were squashed hard and heavy into the leather.
"Hold her down!" Balloo commanded. "I'm really going to fuck her now!"
Julie, trembling in abject terror, heard the harsh metallic sound of a modern zipper being opened in haste behind her and then felt the warm smooth pressure of his hardened cock pressing against the tender backsides of her thighs. She could feel its stickiness where the wet hot seminal fluid seeped from its large inflated head. With his hands on her hips, Balloo pressured them up higher off the seat then pressed his knees tight between hers, and in one swift downward movement, peeled the white flimsy cotton panties from the half moons of her ass. When the material caught at the junction of her belly and thighs, he gave an impatient jerk, ripping them into useless threads. Then he laughed, holding the tattered remnants up in the air, and then pushed them mischievously tight into the face of the enraptured Enhar, hanging in excited concentration over the back of the front seat.
"Smell that sweet stuff," Balloo chortled at the crazed gaze that flickered through Enhar's dark eyes.
"Heeeyyyyy youuuuuuu!" Enhar crooned and without warning thrust his hand down over the back of the seat with a swiftness that caught Balloo off guard. The force of his unexpected movement pushed Balloo back a little, giving his hand complete access to the warm wet juncture of Julie's upraised ass. She jerked forward with a desperate groan, pressing her face tighter into Dawak's crotch, but there was no escape. The frustrated black's full extended hand clamped down tight against her, covering the whole of the juncture of her thighs and ass. She wriggled her behind in desperation, attempting with all her strength to evade the wildly digging fingers that were thrusting and probing at her unprotected cunt.