Ass, Gas, or Grass

A fierce motherly instinct to protect suddenly welled up inside Grace as she watched Melody steadily succumb to the guy's perverse hold.

"MELODY," Grace sternly spat, but the plea sounded empty as it vibrated around the interior of the van.

".....Grace...calm down. They're just giving us a ride," Melody voice was nearly hypnotic as she looked over to her fiancé's mom.

Grace might have even fallen for Melody's soothing words if it wasn't for the lewd way the guy beside her began unbuckling the loop of his belt.

"Wanna hit?" she heard him ask Melody as he handed her the joint he'd just lit.

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When Ronny Kostas pulled his rock solid and rather substantial cock free from his pants, it wasn't the first time Melody had seen it in all it's glory. She'd met him years earlier during one of her stints in court ordered detention. While there was never really what one would call shared love or affection between the two, it was clear from the first time they'd met, they were kindred spirits. Spirits who'd kept in touch over the years.

When Ronny had heard Melody speak to how difficult her future mother-in-law had been during the build-up to her nuptials, he'd made a silly, offhanded suggestion. A suggestion that had somehow taken on a life of its own, and was now playing out in real life in the backseat of a rusted out old van that was speeding southbound on I-75.

"How about a little show of gratitude for the ride?" Ronny told Melody, but the dragon-like tone most certainly was meant for Grace.

"You don't have to do this Melody...let us out right here," Grace snarled back. "We'll get out and walk!!"

"If that's what you want," Ronny chirped, now rubbing his hand through Melody's thick blonde hair as his erection swayed proudly from his unzipped fly.

"No...Grace....I can do this...its no big deal. Let's just get this over and we can get up the road and call for help," Melody said with a saneness that almost sounded rehearsed.

Before she could stand her ground, Grace watched as Melody's head bowed towards the stranger's crotch.

"NOOO," she wanted to cry out seeing her son's fiancé's mouth close on the young man's jutting shaft.

Rifling through her mind, Grace tried to think of any recent stories of local women disappearing, just knowing they were now captured prey for a duo of sexual predators. A belief that was further enhanced by the way the driver would steal an occasional peek back in the rear view as he nonchalantly drove on.

Grace seethed seeing the smirk of arrogance beaming on the guy's face as he took a hit of his joint with one hand, and dabbled at Melody's hair with the other. He even pulled Melody's hair to the side every so often, just so Grace could get a good look at the way the girl's lips stretched around his saliva drenched rod.

"Come on, Lady.... I bet you wouldn't mind a little taste too," Ronny added with such cruel crassness, Grace was forced to turn away.

Scooting upwards in his seat, allowing his unbuckled pants to shift slightly lower, Ronny told Melody to lick his balls as he watched the reddish blush of repulsion to spread across Grace's cheeks. Even with her head trained forward, she could still hear the guy's groans of approval for Melody's efforts.

"Shame you're up there driving, Deron...you'd enjoy this...bitch has a mouth like a vacuum," Ronny cackled up to the driver.

Grace became visibly nauseous as the debauchery spiraled out of control around her.

"Hey Deron..why don't you pull over up at the old gas station at the next exit," Ronny's voice chipped like the tip of a knife at Grace's spine.

"At least they're pulling over in a public place," Grace perked up somewhat, scanning the darkness ahead for any hint of life.

"They're calling each other by their first names, Grace...that isn't a good thing. You already know what sort of vehicle they're driving," her conscience scolded, a sliver of foreboding logic that was further re-enforced when Grace saw there was nothing at that exit but the decaying husk of a long abandoned Shell station.

Through it all, Melody kept sucking the stranger's bulging dick.

"We're just gonna sit here til she's done," Ronny turned to Grace and gloated as they pulled into the vacant lot.

Stunned by just how easily Melody had 'caved' to the man's callous advances, she nearly threw up in her throat imagining everyone gathered in the church in a few short months when Melody would profess her undying vows to Grace's son.

"Will we even be alive long enough to see that day?" she couldn't help but wonder as the guy driving wheeled into an overgrown parking space and killed the engine.

Even though she could clearly see the rushing blur of headlights going in both directions on the highway only a few hundred feet away, Grace had never felt further from civilization as Ronny continued to train his maniacal grin on her.

"Hurry on back here, Deron. I wanna see if she can handle sucking us both off," Ronny beckoned to his friend.

"The door's unlocked," Grace knew. "You could run out there...and...and....,"

"...And do what?" she chastised herself as the tall Hispanic boy stepped out of the driver's seat and slipped into the suddenly cramped backseat.

Trembling with impotent rage, all Grace could do was sit there as Deron unzipped his pants and lugged his erection free in front of her. Allowing it to hang there for several seconds, as if taunting Grace with the huge marbled girth, Deron then shoved the shaft down beside Melody's already engaged face.

Catching a peek at Melody's glazed eyes, as she alternated her mouth from Ronny's cock over to Deron's, caused the skin on Grace's arms to dimple like the surface of a basketball. Never in her life had she seen such an engrained focus consuming another human being. Was Melody just that locked into giving such good fellatio, the guys would be appreciative enough to follow through with their promise to take them up the road, or was the entranced look on her face, as she struggled to stretch her lips around Deron's ample prick, a gateway to something far more telling inside her future daughter-in-law's soul.

The scent of the two men's combined testosterone blistering Grace's palate each time she inhaled, the three figures in front of her seemed to morph into one beastly clump.

"Why don't you come over too," she heard Ronny say through the maze of extremities, then the mocking chuckle that followed when she continued to sit there motionless.

Unable to keep herself from looking over however, Grace did see the shank of Ronny's sword like manhood, glistening beautifully with Melody's rich saliva.

"OH FUCK," Deron's voice boomed through the back of the van, his long brown fingers weaving through Melody's blonde hair as he slowly churned his cock in and out of the girl's gaping mouth.

"Bitch sure can suck a dick!! I can smell her pussy too...bet she'll fuck us Bro'," he nodded down to Ronny before grabbing a hearty handful of Melody's right breast through her sweater.

"Hey girl...you wanna get fucked?" Ronny leaned down to Melody's ear and whispered, using his right hand to massage the girl's other tit until she was shivering and squirming between them.

Pulling her lips from Deron's turgid shank, before Melody could formulate any sort of response, the two men's hands had crept down to the heated crotch of her pants.

""MMMMAAAHHHH....MMMMMMMMM....AAHHHHHH," she cried out when they both began groping her as their cocks danced directly in front of her famished face.

The unspoken intuition between women told Grace why Melody was adamant that condoms be used. The unspoken look in the men's faces also told her they weren't getting a ride up the road unless some services were rendered.

"You're just sitting there watching, old lady...I'd rather fuck her but you'll do," Ronny cackled across to Grace.

"..old..?' she cringed, at 46 she was taken aback, having never thought of herself in those terms.

"...and, 'you'll do'," she couldn't help but wretch hearing as well.

Suddenly boiling in a stew of anger, angst and her own helpless confusion, Grace stared at the two appendages rising like an extra limb from each of their pants, knowing she and Melody didn't have anything else to barter.

"It's not like you can just reach into your wallet and give him the $27 and change you have in there to get them to drive you the rest of the way up the road," Grace bitterly accepted.

In lieu of anything tangible left to offer, every nerve in Grace's body began to oxidize as the inevitability of the situation sunk in. The three pairs of eyes opposite Grace focused squarely on her until the glint of her unconscious submission clouded her already troubled gaze.

"..No I can't...I won't...," the last vestige of Grace's disintegrating will pleaded, but the words jumbled in her drawn throat when Ronny reached out and planted his hand on the center of right thigh.

As expected, Grace initially froze then slinked backwards in the seat. Unlike a snake that had been cornered however, there wasn't a hint of danger in her posture. Only surrendered acceptance. As much as she hated the thought of what she was destined to do, having another man's baby possibly growing inside her son's soon to be wife's womb was an indignity she couldn't bear.

Holding his left hand firm just above Grace's knee, Ronny continued pumping the throbbing stalk of his cock with his right as he shamelessly stared the older woman down. Feeling the muscles in Grace's leg quiver beneath his steady touch, Ronny nodded for Deron to slip over to her, just as they'd choreographed when he and Melody had hatched the insidious idea.

"I've never fucked a woman wearing one of those God-awful Christmas sweaters," Ronny joked aloud as he stared at the various gaudy decorations on Grace's red, green, silver, gold and white yule-tide monstrosity.

"They're talking about you like you're not even here," Grace blathered, detaching herself, in a way, as if she wasn't.

Even as the tall and lanky guy who'd been driving the van approached, Grace had a devil of a time peeling her gaze away from Ronny as he continued to taunt her with everything at his disposal.

"Pull that sweater up Deron..let's see what we're working with," Ronny prodded his friend.

Grace's lack of resistance startled the three people hovering around her. Emboldened by the woman's air of resolution, Deron reached down and pulled the bottom of Grace's sweater up until her pale white midriff was visible to everyone surrounding her.

Swallowed by paralysis, all Grace could do was sit there with her arms out to her side as the Deron's dark fingers provided a vivid contrast brushing across her tanless belly. Within a few seconds, her beige colored bra came into view.

Before Grace could brace herself, Ronny and Deron leaned forward and began groping her sagging bosom. She instantly swooned feeling someone else's hands other than hers, for the first time in quite a while, touching her in such a way.

"Let's get that sweater all the way off," Ronny gushed, the intensity of his arousal clear.

Like two floating satellites orbiting her body, Grace watched her arms rise above her head until things went black, literally and figuratively, around her. When the shroud of her sweater was pulled all the way off, the first thing Grace was able to make out was the blurry outline of Melody sitting across from her. All Grace could see was the stone cold facade of the young girl's blank stare, showing no hint of the true depravity that lurked behind it.

Allowing her gaze to drift lower, Grace also saw the shimmering blade of a knife resting beneath the passenger seat, having no clue it had been the one used to slice Melody's fan belt while Grace had taken an extended bathroom break back at the rest stop. Just seeing the shiny reflection of the blade reminded Grace the stakes of the moment.

Doing every sort of mental gymnastics she could to try and distract herself from the reality at hand, Grace essentially lost track of the two young men's advances until they'd eased the straps of her bra off her shoulders and pulled the lacy cups of her bra aside, allowing her heavy breasts to spill free. Shivering as the cold air inside the van enveloped her exposed chest, Grace yelped on cue when Deron and Ronny simultaneously closed their warm mouths around her acorn sized nipples.

"They're that hard because its cold," Grace tried telling herself as both boys' tongues swirled and spun over her heaving tits.

Once again, Melody's physical presence was blotted from Grace's view as the two men suckled and groped at her bosom, but this time the snippet of something she couldn't quite grasp teased her as she tumbled through her psychic abyss.

"GEEEEZZZZUUUUUSSS," Grace's voice ricocheted through the van when both the guys tucked their hands between the thighs of her pants as they continued to ravage her breasts.

On and on it went for what seemed like a gloriously obscene eternity until Grace sensed one of the guys, most likely the van's driver, stand up beside her.

By the time Grace was able to part her eyelids once again and focus her scant gaze on Melody, some strange chasm of carnal knowledge had been tapped.

"You bitch," the older woman was on the verge of mouthing to Melody before Deron shoved the head of his mocha colored prick between her parched lips.

Any chance to flesh out further clarity on her sudden perception was lost when Deron grabbed the back of her head and shoved his dick all the way into her mouth. Her muffled grunts for air filling the van, Grace had no recourse but to breath through her nostrils as the young man standing above rhythmically began to fuck her face.

"What the hell is happening," she croaked, unable to deflect the ticklish presence of Deron's pubes on her nose and cheeks as he plowed his groin forward.

Feeling's Deron's manhood expand and flair on her overmatched tongue, Grace sensed Ronny's hands begin to rustle around the waistband of her pants. Before she could post the slightest amount of protest, he was jerking them down to her knees and finally to her feet, leaving her dressed in nothing but a pair of dampened panties and a mangled bra.

Her alabaster thighs turning to sandpaper from the chill, Grace choked and her body lurched each time Deron shoved his cock deeper down her throat.

"Now that's the way a lady in distress should show her appreciation," she heard Ronny cruelly mock.

His words were still ringing in her ears when she felt him slide into the seat beside her and wench her rear end up.

"WHHAAAMMPPHHH," she snorted through her nose when Ronny took the seat beneath her, leaving her underwear clad rear end resting on his lap.

His fingertips digging deeper into Grace's scalp as he held her head in place, Deron's balls buzzed with life as they repeatedly bounced on the older woman's drool soaked chin.

"Now get over here Bitch and pull down her panties," Grace heard Ronny's voice rise from below, but she was in such a fog she had no clue what his intent was until she saw Melody slinking closer through the maze of moving body parts.

Trying to find some measure of either empathy or complicity in the young girl's expressionless face, Grace experienced another horrific wave of dread when Melody's fingers closed around the waistband of her panties before rolling them down as she'd been told.

"Snared in their web...that's what you are," Grace conscience concluded, but by then she was far too gone to do anything about it.

With Deron's rod still wedged down her gullet and Ronny's hands palming her breasts from behind, Grace suddenly felt his rigid erection pushing between her thighs and tapping at her freshly exposed cunt. Add the sensation of Melody rolling Grace's panties down to her ankles then off her feet caused her to untether completely.

"Like you're set adrift straight towards a waterfall," Grace told herself just before Ronny nudged her rear end up and carved his manhood between her swollen and puffy labia.

"MMMM..GGRR...AAAHHHMMMPPHH," Grace's exhales gushed all over Deron's buried girth as her titties rattled across her chest.

"Thought you'd be dry at first," Ronny teased into Grace's ear. "But you're already soaked...you get turned on watching that little blonde slut give us head?"

"Let's make this a game," Ronny proposed, knowing Grace had no way of replying with Deron's cock stuffed in her mouth. "Use that sloppy cunt of yours and make me cum before he does and I'll get you and your little friend up the road so you'll can call a tow truck. Let him cum first, you two can walk."

"Nah Bitch...better take my load first. You don't and you'll be wearing it all over your face when you and blondie finally get out of here," Deron countered with dry amusement.

Struggling and straining between the two men sandwiching her, Grace awkwardly humped her crotch up and down on Ronny's burrowing sword, trying to please him as she continued to swirl and snake her tongue around Deron's magnificent appendage.

Torn, as a slave would trying to appease two separate masters, Grace worked the muscles of her pussy tightly around Ronny's shaft, feeling the pulsing wand touch places inside her long forgotten. While the lower half of her body rutted anxiously on top of Ronny, from the neck up, Grace's sole focus was on pleasuring the chiseled phallus pistoning in and out of her stretched to the max mouth.

Through it all, even though Grace couldn't see her, she undoubtedly felt the presence of Melody in the seat across from her, and the puppetmaster-like mirth of the young girl's gaze.

It took awhile, given the cramped surroundings and Grace's steadily draining resistance, but at some point Deron and Ronny began working like a well oiled machine, keeping perfect time as they speared the older woman from stem to stern. A seismic groan would rise from Grace's chest each time Ronny cinched his hands around her waist and forced her cunt all the way down on his erection, only to bleed in a muffled squeal out of her nose when Ronny would push her upwards, causing Deron's cock to drill deeper down her throat. Over and over the rhythmic savagery played out until the van was literally rocking on the cracked pavement.

Her eyes sealed shut, it felt as if both men were the size of aircraft carriers inside her. Like a rocket steaming on a launch pad approaching lift-off, Grace reached backwards with her right hand and dug her fingernails into Ronny's thigh. A moment later, she did the same to Deron with her left.

"MUTHERFUCK..YEAH..SUCK THAT DICK BITCH!!" Deron grunted, the pace of his breath quickening as he reached down with both hands and wrapped them possessively around Grace's head.

"Better make me cum first," Ronny hissed into Grace's ear when he heard the telltale signs of his friend's approaching release above.

Before either of the young men could bust their nut however, something so unspeakably obscene and unexpected pushed Grace over the edge.

Even though she had no way of seeing things with her own eyes at that perilous moment, Grace's body told her everything she needed to know. Feeling both of Deron's hands firmly entrenched on her scalp and both of Ronny's clenching her waist, short of an evil spirit sneaking into the van when she wasn't looking, it had to be Melody's fingers jabbing and pinching at Grace's sizzling clit.

"MMMMMGGGRRRMMMGGGRRRMMMMM," she heard her own muffled groans rattle like the disjointed hum of a jet engine preparing to disintegrate.

Spitting the hulking log of Deron's manhood from her mouth before she suffocated, Grace's screams of release ricocheted through the chilly night air of the abandoned lot as her future daughter-in-law raked her talons across Grace's spasming vagina.