Heels over head in the back seat while the guys 'clean' themselves one by one in my mouth

"You're going to have to put your butt up until you dry out or we get there," he said.

I just stared at him. A squawk escaped me as hands grabbed me, pulling my shoulders down and my feet up. At last they stopped, leaving me disoriented until I realized my butt was in the air, even with the tops of the seats, my legs spread in a T behind their heads while my neck rested on the edge of the seat.

Dimly it occurred to me that the seats must have been adjusted because Tony seemed to have little difficulty clambering over Bob and then stopping with his legs straddling me.

"Hey, wait, you're not sitting on me, are you?" I asked suspiciously. They just laughed and Johnny started the car.

"Sort of," Tony said. He hadn't put his dick away and I stared upward as he lowered himself to my face.

"Oh," I said in comprehension, which incidentally opened my mouth in an 'o' as well, letting him stick his hardening dick into my mouth.

Just like the gas station attendant he thrust into me with abandon. With my head handing off the end of the seat he was able to get into my throat, which made me gag a little, but thankfully I didn't throw up or anything.

His hands were on my thighs, lifting my legs to keep me in position while the others held onto my ankles over near the doors. Bob and Tom grabbed my hands, pulling them to their crotches, and as Tony 'cleaned' himself the others had me squeeze their dicks.

While lines of drool escaped my lips and streaked down my cheeks a few tears squeezed out of my eyes.

It wasn't long before his hard thrusts became frenzied and I felt a now-familiar squirting in my mouth. He held himself inside until I swallowed it all, finally pulling out as I gasped for air, a line of spit breaking off his dick and onto my nose.

While I got my breath back there was some awkward shuffling as the boys changed positions. Soon enough it was Tom positioned at my mouth repeating the 'cleaning' process as we drove. At long last it was Bob's turn, and although I'd hoped he'd still be soft from being the last guy to use me he was rigid and eager to spear himself into my mouth and throat.

By the time they finished I was sure I was a mess. I couldn't recall if the make-up I'd put on was waterproof, but even if it was drool had escaped during the blowjobs and lined my cheeks.

To my horror I heard Johnny say,