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steely cock pressed against my ass, my core rich and warm and yearning. It had been so long since I’d had sex. I imagined discarding my panties, turning, pressing down on him, right there in the back seat, being watched. I had never done such a thing in my life. At least not watched.
    Isis was so into it.
    Up, up he went. Oh, god, he was going to touch me!
    “Please,” I breathed. “Please do.” And hurry , I thought.
    “You have to learn patience, Isis,” he whispered, continuing up my thighs, hands heavy and rough in their excruciatingly slow march to rob me of my skirt. Eventually he had it bunched up around my waist like a belt with too much fabric. It was slightly demeaning, in a way that I quite liked. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic on my panties and snapped. “Off.”
    “Right here?” I said.
    “Off.”
    I swallowed hard, liking that he’d simply ordered me that way. Probably best Melinda didn’t think too hard about it. I shimmied my panties off, down to my ankles where they got caught on my high-heeled shoes.
    “Assistance,” Thor said, wrapping his arms around my chest and pulling me back to him.
    Odin twisted around in his seat and reached back, taking one of my ankles, starting to dislodge my panties from my shoe while staring into my eyes. Thor played with my nipples, tugging them slightly outward.
    Being touched by two men at once was beyond anything I’d ever imagined. And then watched, presumably, by a third? It was a lust circuit overload. My whole body trembled with excitement, every nerve ending madly exposed, overly sensitive.
    Odin dislodged my panties—I couldn’t see how because I couldn’t seem to look away from his gaze, but there were yanks and possibly a rip involved. Odin didn’t care about panties, and I didn’t much care at this point, either. Then he simply turned back to watch the road. Unless he could see me in the mirror.
    “Go ahead. You know what you want to do.”
    “I want to do a lot of things,” I whispered huskily.
    “A hint, then.” He took his hands from my breasts and grabbed my thighs from the insides, pulling my legs up and over his, so that they were positioned over the outsides of his legs. Then he spread his legs, which spread my legs even more. I felt completely wanton, completely exposed to the front seat. He kissed my ear and returned his hands to my breasts. “Show us how you do it.”
    I felt powerfully embarrassed to touch myself in front of these three guys, yet thrilled.
    I took a breath and brought my hands down to my pussy tentatively, like it was somebody else’s, and stroked a finger through. Thor exhaled sharply on my ear, a gust of heat that tickled deliciously. “That’s the idea,” Thor said. “Again.”
    He put his hands into my shirt and took hold of my breasts, rubbing his thumbs over my sensitized nipples. I groaned and stroked again through my silky folds and we both heaved hot breaths—there was a way in which it felt more intimate than having sex—me so exposed, so visible, my legs held apart by his legs.
    And I was, of course, extremely wet. They would see that, too. I closed my eyes, concentrated on the feeling—Thor’s hands on my breasts, my own on the folds of my sex, my every move revealed to my new bandit gang. I got into a little rhythm, stroking myself as Thor played lightly with my nipples; sometimes he rolled them between his fingers like little beads, other times he tugged at them. Every new thing he did sent pleasure clear through me.
    I shut my eyes, blissing out, as a random scene from my cartoon porn travels came to me—an elfin cartoon girl tied up in the forest being ravished by roguish Robin Hood types, one fondling her breast, the other licking her sex, and other watching. It was almost like that was really happening. And I would have an orgasm in front of them. While they watched!
    But as soon as I thought that, some of the heat went out of me. What if I didn’t come? Would they get bored