"I'm gonna fuck your tits," he said.

"I'm gonna fuck your tits," Tom said, and stepped over my body before I could think to speak.

"But..." I began, only to have him plop his weight onto my stomach. He wasn't heavy but I wasn't expecting it, and it knocked some of the breath out of me before I could ask 'what about my orgasm?'

"Push your tits together," Tom ordered. I looked to Johnny in the hopes that he'd say something, but he just watched passively. Reluctantly I pushed my c-cups together, but Bob didn't seem pleased. "Harder! You've got decent tits, but I need friction here. Hey, you got any oil?"

The gas station attendant laughed. "You're in a gas station, course we got oil, but not the kind you'd want."

"Dammit, guess a dry fuck will do. Probably give better friction anyway. Her tits are kind of small for this."

"Hey!" I protested, but pressed harder.

Tom put his hands on my shoulders as he leaned forward, and started thrusting his dick in and out of my cleavage. It took a few tries before we figured out the mechanics; press too lightly or angle upward and his dick would pop up and out, while if he thrust wrong he simply stabbed my breastbone.

"Harder, Julia!" Johnny called.

I bit back a remark like 'you try it', but 'harder' felt like it was leaving bruises. Not that Bob complained. He pumped forward and back, his hands moving from shoulders to arms and then to my hands, helping me in my efforts.

I wanted to tell him to be gentler, but he kept pressing on my hands, squishing my breasts together until they created a tunnel for his fast moving dick.

"Oh fuck!" he cried out at last, making me cringe as strings of cum spurted from his deck. I could feel them landing on my chin and neck before the last drops fell on top of my breasts.

"Lick it clean," he said. With a sigh I parted my lips, letting him thrust his still-hard member in, sucking until nothing else came out. His dick popped out again, a thick line of spit coming with it, connecting us before it broke and fell across my cheek.

"Hey, she didn't clean me!" Tony protested.

"Or me!" Bob whined.

"Well hell, I got pushed out of the way before she could clean me up. Got me all turned on and then didn't finish the job," the attendant complained.

"That's not my fault!" I told them, but I just knew that Johnny was thinking about it.