Sally Simpson - With Bobby_s mom

It didn't take long for him to reach his peak, and as he gasped with release, Brenda held on tight to the water spigots, afraid that she would slip and fall.

Breathing hard, Bobby pulled his dripping prick out of her pussy.

"Sorry you didn't come, Mom," he said, hanging his head.

She giggled softly. "Oh, but I did."

And she had. At the very last moment, just when he dumped a load of jizz into her, her cunt had erupted with quick, intense climax.

But now she felt totally used up, and as she dragged herself out of the shower, she turned to Bobby and said, "You're such a stud, I'm going to have to go back to sleep just to recover from your cock."

"Can I join you?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

"Two burgers, a chili, and three Buds. That right?"

"Sure is, pretty lady," the man said, eyeing Brenda lewdly. "Ya know, you're just about the juiciest piece of ass I've seen in months!" He reached over and pinched her roughly on her ass.

"Please!" Brenda gasped. She jumped out of his grasp, but not before he had bruised her delicate skin.

"Just showin' my admiration," the man said, and his two friends laughed.

Fuming, Brenda marched away. She was used to getting attention from the truckers who stopped in at the restaurant – even some fresh remarks – but these guys were way out of bounds. They looked like real outlaws, too, with their dirty, unkempt clothes and the shifty look in their eyes.

She shuddered, dismissing them from her mind as she picked up an order of eggs and toast and set it on the counter for Slim Brenner.

"Those guys bother you again, and I'll show 'em the door," Slim said.

"Oh, I don't think they mean any real harm, but they are pretty rowdy," Brenda said, smiling at him.

For three years he'd been coming to the truck stop on his runs, and Slim always had a kind word for Brenda. The way he looked at her, she knew he wanted to fuck her. But still, he always acted like a gentleman.

"You're looking real pretty tonight," he said. "Change your hair or something?"

"No," Brenda said, patting his hand in a friendly way. "Same as usual. But I am feeling really terrific."

He had been the fourth person that evening to mention how especially nice she looked and only she knew the extra color in her cheeks and the little bounce in her walk was due to the wild fuck sessions she'd been enjoying with her boy.

When the order for the corner table was ready. Brenda picked it up and in as businesslike a way as she could, she set the plates on the table and turned to leave. But the once again, the bearded man interfered, grabbing her by the wrist.

"What time do you get off tonight, sugar?"

"Late!" she said, setting her jaw.

"Hell, we can wait, can't we, Bo?"

In answer, Bo reached over, lifted the hem of Brenda's waitress uniform and peeked up at her panties.

"Stop that!" she cried.

Bo gave her a lewd smile and let her dress drop back into place.

This was too much for Slim. He got up from his stool at the counter and strode to the corner table, curling his hands in fists.

"I think you should apologize to the lady." Bo looked him up and down and gave him a sneer. "Hell no!"

Slim grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out of his seat, but Bo was ready for him, and with devastating force, landed an undercut to his jaw.

Slim sprawled on the floor, knocking his head hard.

"Oh my God!" Brenda cried. She knelt down beside him, gently slapping his cheeks to bring him around.

Bo looked at his two friends and said: "Hell, let's get out of here. I don't want to eat this crap anyway!"

Contemptuously, he threw his hamburger and fries on the floor, and walked out the door, the others following him.

Brenda was sobbing as she cradled Slim's bleeding head in her lap. Billy, the cook, was already on the phone, calling for an ambulance. There were no other customers in the restaurant.

By the time the ambulance came and went, it was nearly midnight. Brenda, heartsick, intended to follow Slim to the hospital.

She walked out to the parking lot. It was dark and deserted, and she felt vaguely afraid. When she bent to put her key in the lock, a rough hand covered her mouth, and another grabbed her around the tits.

She tried to scream, but no sound escaped.

Kicking and screaming, she was dragged to a truck parked in the shadow of a stand of willows.

She could see now, in the dim light of a distant street lamp, that her kidnappers were the three men in the restaurant who had insulted her and beaten Slim.

The blond one with the beard opened the back of the truck end the other two threw her inside. Bo and a hulking man with a scar on his cheek and long, greasy black hair, got in behind her. The blond man locked them in.

Brenda was terrified. There was no doubt in her mind that they were going to rape her, perhaps even kill her. Her eyes darted about the truck, trying to discover an escape route.

"Well, well, well…" the tall man with the greasy hair said, approaching her. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes."

"Heeeelp!" she screamed. She lunged for the back door and started hammering on it with her fists, but he tackled her, hard.

He had her pinned so she couldn't move. She could feel his hot rancid breath on the back of her neck, could feel his heavy limbs pressing into her thighs.

Roughly, he unzipped the back of her uniform, and pulled so hard on her bra strap that it broke. Then he pulled down her panties.

"Shiiit! Ain't that pretty!" he said, gazing down at her cunt lips.

"Hold it, Joe! Keep that slimy prick of yours out of her pussy! You know Dan gets it first!"

"Fuck Dan!" Joe rasped.

At just that moment, the truck started with a jerk, moving north onto Ash Street.

Brenda nearly fainted when she heard the rasp of another zipper – undoubtedly the fly in Joe's pants.

"Ungh!" she grunted. He pressed his prick head against her defenseless pussy.

"Mmmm, nice and tight and warm," Joe murmured. Then he spit into his hands and rubbed the spit on his prick shaft, and before Brenda knew what was happening, he moved his prick head down to her asshole and fucked in nearly two inches up her dry ass.

"Aaaaauugh!" she screamed. The pain was terrible. The man's prick was thick, and she was certain it was going to rip her guts apart.

"That's it, you stupid bitch? Take it up your ass!" he grunted, slapping her ass hard.

Brenda blacked out for several seconds, and when she came to, he was fucking in and out of her asshole, reaming her out mercilessly.

God, let him come, please let him come! Brenda thought silently, her ass jolting with pain. Every stroke was pushing her body into the rough floor of the truck, dragging her cunt-mound.

Then to her surprise and dismay, her clit sparked to life, burgeoning with excitement. It was impossible – the most filthy of men was brutally raping her ass, and her clit was fully aroused, sinking with excitement as it thumped against the floor.

"No, no, nooo!" she cried, rapping her fists against the floor, but he kept fucking into her with his wide cock, stretching the delicate tissues of her ass chute to the breaking point.

"Take it, bitch!" Joe growled, and then all of a sudden, he arched his back, his face screwing up tight, as he let out an unworldly howl of release.

"Nooooo!" Brenda cried. Hot jizz sizzled up her ass and at the same time, a wild, convulsive orgasm shafted through her clit and pussy.

Tears poured down her face. It was bad enough being raped, but she was angry with herself for having derived pleasure from it.

"I-I – hate you, you son of a bitch!" she spat, trying to pull free of him.

This struck Joe as funny, and he laughed, slapping her hard across the ass as his prick, now small and sodden, slipped from her hole.