0 comments/ 83474 views/ 8 favorites Jia's Overhaul Ch. 1 By: apmadox I'm writing this down in hopes that one day I'll be able to fully understand my transformation, for good or ill. At the time that these events occurred, reflecting upon them was like trying to see through muddy water; I had only the slightest inklings of my motivations – only feelings without clearly formed thoughts. After knowing him for almost fifteen years, I married Robert. He was the Big Man On Campus, the pretty boy with the well-to-do parents who was bound to achieve Happiness however he wanted it. In college he could have had any woman he wanted - and he did. He went on to get his MBA, and after working for just a few years, started his own real estate firm that became a tremendous success. I was always somewhat intimidated by him then. We had been friends since we met in school, but I never wanted to become one of his bevy of college women, and after we graduated, I admit I still wanted to keep him at an emotional arms length. As a Chicago public school teacher and writer, my goals and measures of success were much more ambiguous and much less material than his. Being young black professionals, our parents must have instilled in us some of their own yearning for the 'good life' - a greater level of financial security and comfort than they could achieve themselves. He had certainly reached that level. I had not. Maybe that is partially why, at the age of twenty-nine, I was finally drawn to Robert. He could provide security. Maybe it was because I feared I was only getting older and might end up alone for the rest of my life. Maybe it was because, at the time, I wanted children, and I heard my biological clock ticking. Maybe it was because I had been a friend to Robert for so long, I felt he was safe. In any event, it was a mistake, I know now. He wanted me too, in his own way. I was attractive enough, an intellectual match for him... and a woman he had never possessed. I had only ever 'had sex' - I still used that term, then – with a few men, and didn't 'fuck' - the term I use now - Robert until after we were engaged. Perhaps, therein lay the seeds of our destruction as a couple. Because once Robert felt that he had possessed me sexually, he lost interest. If he had ever been as good a lover as his reputation suggested, by the time we married, he was much more interested in the next housing tract and the biggest land development deal he could find. I, on the other hand, had only begun to explore my sexuality, and I found myself increasingly alone on that voyage of discovery. That was why, five years later, I found myself on the side of an empty mountain road one day, sweltering in the heat, and searching my soul... "I can't get a signal on my cell anymore," Robert said. He was earnestly poking and prodding at the buttons of the phone, as if some coded sequence would expose all of its secrets. From the moment we left Chicago, Robert had desperately clung to familiar symbols of normalcy and comfort. "Well, you already called the garage, honey. I guess we just have to be patient," I told him. "I think we've already been patient enough." His eyes left the phone just long enough to check his watch. "It's been over an hour." Looking around our convertible, all I saw was pine forest spotted with patches of bright pink rhododendrons. Cicadas buzzed away the morning. We hadn't seen another car on the road since our breakdown. As we were no longer moving, and with the sun almost directly overhead, sweat was beading on the exposed skin on my forehead, my neck, and between my breasts. The white summer dress I wore clung to me, and was becoming translucent in places. I had never been afraid of sweat, though. Years of scholastic sports and regular trips to the gym had cured me of that. "Maybe we can make the most of our time waiting," I suggested. Robert glanced at me, and then did a double take as he saw my expression. "Jia, last night would have been a better place for that, don't you think? I mean, we booked four stars in Columbus and Virginia Beach and you want to do it in the middle of a road in - where ever the hell this is?" "Yes!" I made a face. "It's Elkins, West Virginia. Robert, the purpose of this trip wasn't to stay in fancy hotels. We were supposed to rekindle that romantic spark; just be together. Look around! This place is gorgeous." "No, this isn't Elkins. Elkins is a town. Elkins is Bumfuck, at least. We're somewhere north of Bumfuck. I should have never left Interstate 79," he muttered, playing with the phone again. Sighing, I was just about to get out of the car and stretch my legs when I heard a motor. A 1970's vintage tow truck came around the bend, coughing slightly, like it was getting over the flu. It pulled over on the shoulder ahead of us. A middle aged black man climbed out. He was slightly overweight, and balding, with a mustache. He wore faded denim coveralls over a dirty tan shirt. He eyed our car with an appraising glance, and then gave me the same shrewd look. Robert, impatient as always, practically leapt out of the car to meet him. "We've been waiting almost two hours," he said. "I thought Elkins was only 15 miles from here." "'Bout 'right," the man said. "But the guy 'runs the shop you called in Elkins had an engine breakdown. So he called me. Name's Clemson. My place does foreign cars too, so you're in luck." Apparently, that was good enough for Robert. We got our map and personal things and got in the truck while Clemson hooked the towing apparatus to our Saab. "At least he's not some redneck," Robert said to me, before Clemson got back in. I sat in the middle of the cab. Sitting between the two men, I became acutely aware of the way the dress I wore clung to my chest. The fabric was darkened slightly with perspiration along my legs. It was short, too, so that almost half of my chestnut colored thighs were exposed when it rode up. I felt almost naked. Although the precariousness of my state was lost on my husband, Clemson seemed to notice. He leaned into me – rather unnecessarily, I thought. He reached into a tray beneath the dashboard and picked up a pipe, brushing my leg in the process. It took him a few minutes to fill the pipe with tobacco, but he didn't light it. He simply stuck it in his mouth. The sweet scent of the tobacco filled my nostrils. "'Quit a few years back. Mostly I just like the pipe for the feel nowadays." he grinned, pulling back onto the road. Robert was poring over our atlas. "Where is your garage, then?" "Junior." "Junior?" Robert flipped back and forth between a few pages. "That's not even on the map." "It's only about six, seven miles northwest of Elkins. Closer to Belington, actually." Unable to find Belington, Robert gave up on the atlas altogether and revisited the cell phone problem. There wasn't much of a town. We passed a gas station and diner before pulling in to Clemson's shop. A pair of huge men, one black and one white, strode out of the shop. The black one was shaven and handsome, with the same dark complexion and facial features as Clemson, who was apparently his father. The white man, had a rather simple, boyish look to him, but was tow-headed with a strong jaw. They both wore coveralls, with nothing but glistening arms and shoulders showing underneath. The black one opened the door for Robert and I. When I slid out, the man offered me a hand. My skirt rode up far enough to expose the gusset of my white panties. I caught his gaze as it fell to the tops of my thighs. Embarrassment and irritation would have been my likely reactions to the looks I was getting from the three men. Today, however, I was craving attention, and found myself getting aroused. The young men disengaged the tow, set the Saab in neutral, and pushed it into the garage as if it were a go-cart. Clemson followed the two, still mouthing his pipe. Inside, a third, nappy-haired black man lay sprawled on a ratty, burnt orange couch, jumping up when he realized there was work to do. He wore torn cutoff jeans and a muscle shirt. Robert and I stood in the lot while the three men lifted the hood and pored over our car, tinkering with various tools. As an afterthought, walking under the sliding door, Clemson pointed to his employees and introduced them. "Oh, this here is my son Mirnum, this's Cletus, and the sleepy knucklehead over there, that's Willis." Then he strolled in to join the others. "If these guys don't try to rob us blind, we still should be in Virginia Beach this afternoon," Robert muttered to me. My mind was on Willis's sculpted, grease-stained legs at the moment. I wondered if I still wanted to go to Virginia Beach. Robert must have mistaken my silence for unhappiness. He put an arm around my shoulder and gave me a little squeeze, asking me about my plans for the next school year. I don't remember what I told him. Clemson came back out. "Well folks, it looks like the transmission is almost shot. You need a couple'o parts and the good news is, I think I can pick 'em up in Elkins. We can install them and get y'all back on the road by tomorrow morning." Robert was already shaking his head. "The estimate is $650." "That's outrageous!" "Well, now," Clemson answered "soon as the day is finished, I'd be glad to take y'all into Elkins and you can get a second opinion. The tow's gonna cost extra, though." "You've got to be kidding." But Robert knew he was out of options. "We'll want the agreement in writing." "Oh, that reminds me," Clemson said, "that'll have to be cash, 'cuz the charge machine broke." "Traveler's checks?" I asked. "Sorry, little lady - don't take 'em." Robert was livid. I knew we didn't have that much cash. "Do you have a phone?" Clemson nodded. "Tell you what - I've got my phone in the back room, along with my parts lists. We can both make a few calls, and maybe I can shave off a little of that price. Then, if you want, we'll draw up papers." "I'll stay out here with the car," I volunteered. Robert hardly seemed to notice, though, as he marched into the back of the garage to the office with Clemson. Obviously he thought he could haggle for a better deal. No sooner had the two disappeared than Cletus beckoned to me and offered me a seat and a drink. I asked for a soda and examined the only place to sit in the garage. The couch smelled like old sweat. I tried to avoid the oil and grease stains and sat on the edge of the cushion. Cletus went out into the lot. The other two young men were looking under the hood, but furtively stealing glances at me. Mirnum pulled out a rolling platform and lay down on it, sliding under the car. Finally, he said, "Lady, you wanna come over here 'n see what we're fixin' to do?" "No, that's OK." I overheard Willis say, quietly, "She ain't gonna know what she's lookin' at anyhow." "You know what?" I said, getting up from the couch, "why don't you show me what you plan to do." Willis was holding a lamp and pointing under the hood. "Willis, I think she can see the transmission better from under here." "I think I'll remain on my feet, thank you, Mirnum." Carefully, I bent over to see where Willis was pointing. A moment later, I felt a hard pair of thighs up against my butt. I jumped upright, but lost my balance, and stood straight up against Cletus's solid chest. I felt his erection against the small of my back. Willis grabbed my hand. His was hot and dry. "Sorry Ma'am. Didn't mean to startle you." Cletus held out an unlabelled, open bottle. "What is this?" I asked. The bottle was ice cold. "Just Fanta. With a little cooler added in, on account o' the heat." Cletus gave me a bashful grin. Unwilling to turn down a cold drink, I sniffed at it and rubbed the lip of the bottle on my dress. Then I took a swig. It was the best thing I'd drank in days. As I kept drinking, I noticed that Mirnum had shifted the platform around and rolled out almost underneath me. His head looked up at me, meeting my eyes just as I noticed him. He had a clear view of my lace panties, and I can imagine the state of dampness they must have been in by that time. "Uh, lady, you might want to move back from there. We're going to need that spot." I stepped back. "You know boys, you ought to behave. My husband is in the next room," I said. "Oh, don't worry, he'll be back there for a while. No one can bullshit and dicker like ol' Clemson," Willis said. "Mirnum, lemme get down there and see for a moment." Apparently, whether they should 'behave' was not an issue; only whether they might get caught. Willis got down on his back, replacing Mirnum on the platform. He slid under the hood from the front where I had been standing. At that point I noticed that, with his knees up and spread, I had a perfect view of his testicles. Willis's ball sac was huge, like a smooth, caramel-covered apple, and it bulged out of the leg hole of his tattered shorts. I blinked, not able to pull my eyes away, and starting to feel weak in the knees. I pointed, "Ummm... your, uh-" Next it was Mirnum behind me. "Lady, if you think you can do anything to help us, you let us know," he said gently. He placed a hand on my shoulder. Almost unconsciously, I leaned back against him, rubbing slightly up and down and feeling his hardness against me. Mirnum smelled of oil and some leathery sort of soap. His hand dropped to my own, and he drew it against his crotch. My fingers curled lightly around what I found there, a large, hard, tube of flesh beneath his coverall. I still maintained some shreds of propriety. Although I couldn't pull my fingers away, I did not dare stroke him or provoke matters further. Seeing that I was still hesitant, Mirnum said, in the same soft tones, "Maybe we can do something to help you." He guided me over to the couch, and I sat down on it, oblivious of the stains this time. I looked up into his eyes. At this point I was far too excited to resist, but some small part of me hoped that he would maintain control of himself. He didn't. Mirnum sank to his knees between my own, and pushed my dress up to my waist. He gazed directly at the panties, now soaking wet, which he had only fleetingly seen in the tow truck. He put my legs over his shoulders and began to tease and suck my pussy lips through the thin lace. I laid back, closing my eyes and biting my lip against the tingles of pleasure that began to flow through my body. But now, in retrospect, I wonder if he was actually bargaining for a lower price while his wife on her back in a garage, squirming around and trying to stifle her moans, her sandaled feet quivering and flexing over the back of some stranger. Mirnum pushed my legs further up in the air until my feet pointed at the ceiling. He licked and rubbed his nose in the gusset of my sweaty, sopping panties, from my clit to my asshole, licking around the edges of the fabric. I reveled in the realization that this man, whom I had just met, was doing things to me that my husband would probably cringe from - unless I had just stepped out of the shower. Then I forgot about Robert entirely. Mirnum worked his way back up to my clit, and I grasped his bald head, crushing his lips against me, until I exploded in ecstasy. I must have lay there, gasping and jerking helplessly in the throes of a long-awaited orgasm for at least thirty seconds. The back of my mind, still functioning, was embarrassed that I was flopping around like a hooked fish in front of these men. But the rest of me didn't care. I wanted more. I felt a weight on the couch next to me, and looked up. Cletus was kneeling over my face, unzipping his coverall. I had hardly ever dated, much less given head to, a white guy before. His hard cock fell out, just brushing my nose, and causing my head to twitch back in reflex. At the same time, Mirnum pulled my panties aside and slid one finger, and then two, into my slick pussy. Cletus bent over me and started kneading my breasts through my damp dress. Since my tits are not large, as often in the summer, I was braless. My nipples responded to his touch, straining even further against the cloth. His shaft, still iron-hard, bounced lightly on my lips, but I kept them shut. That is, until the man kneeling between my legs twisted his fingers, and found a spot inside me that sent shock waves through my body. My "Oooohh!!" became an "Mmmmm!!" as Cletus fit his cockhead neatly between the ring of my lips. I lifted a hand. I was going to push his cock out of my mouth - really I was - but my hand never reached its goal as another wave of electricity ran up my spine. Cletus shifted over me, and his cock sunk another inch or two into my mouth. I realized, with mild alarm, that, in our position, nothing would stop his cock from going all the way to my throat, except perhaps his clothing. But the only protest my sex-fogged brain could muster was a moan around his shaft. He began to move slowly, dragging it out to my lips, and pushing it back in over my tongue. Mirnum - I assume that's who it was, since I could no longer see past Cletus's ass - drew his fingers from my pussy. I felt my panties slide down my legs and off my feet, silently rejoicing at my helpless, full exposure. I was completely beyond any feeling of responsibility. Mirnum began to pat and lightly slap my pussy and I heard the lewd, wet noises my open cunt made in response. I imagined droplets of my juices spattering against my legs and the couch. Then I felt something frigid press against my clit and I came a second time. When my abdominal muscles spasmed with the climax, my head lifted up, and I found my nose pressing denim and my mouth full of cock. I relaxed, and the cock slowly slid out. Cletus slapped his shaft against my cheeks and face. Then I heard a door slam. My legs were hastily lifted onto the couch, and my dress straightened. Cletus and Mirnum got up from the couch and stood against the wall. I finally realized what was happening, but I was too out of it for a look of panic to have registered on my face. Roger and Clemson looked down at me, lying dazed on the couch. There was a slight smile on Clemson's lips. I felt Cletus's precum on my cheeks. "What, you're sleeping?" Robert said in disbelief. "You're supposed to be watching the car." "I'm sorry," I said weakly. "I guess I was kinda tired." I sat up and put my feet on the floor, wiping my face. "Are you OK? Clemson's sending his son into Elkins to collect the parts and I'm going to stop at the bank. Come with us and check into the hotel. You can sleep there." "Ummm..." I said. Clemson broke in. "If we get the parts quickly enough, y'all might be ready to go this afternoon." "Yeah," I said. "Then we could stop in, uh, Richmond tonight." I yawned. Robert's eyes briefly lit at the prospect of not spending the night in Elkins, West Virginia. "I'll just stay here with the car, Robert," I decided. "Fine." Robert and Mirnum left with a pickup truck. I noticed that Mirnum made a quick trip to the sink to wash his hands and splash water on his face. When he walked by me, I saw a little finger of white lace peeking out of his pockets, before he stuffed my underwear all the way into his coverall. I giggled, wondering if Robert would even recognize the scent of his wife's pussy juice. For the first time, I also noticed girlie calendars and centerfolds hanging all over the wall in one corner of the garage. I was surrounded by testosterone. As the pickup drove away, Clemson turned the most wicked, predatory look on me. I gulped and my pussy began to juice again. That look reminded me that along with my husband went the last protection I had from these three men. Along with my husband, also, went the last vestiges of my decency. I sat there pantiless and sweaty, smelling the musky scent of my own orgasms, with the pungent flavor of Cleetus's cock lingering in on my taste buds. My legs parted slightly. Jia's Overhaul Ch. 1 Clemson, pipe still between his lips, hooked his fingers in his pockets, sauntering over towards me. "My my my. You are the slut, aren't you, little lady. You look like you can't wait to get some dick." Opening my mouth to protest, I realized I couldn't argue with any of what he said. "I know that tight assed husband o' yours has been depriving you something serious. Well you came to the right place," Clemson continued. He pulled me to my feet and ran his hands over my heaving body. Although I was looking pleadingly at Clemson, I noticed that Willis and Cletus were standing by, watching. No doubt who was in charge here. The older man walked me over to the end of the couch and pressed down on my shoulders. I knew what he wanted, and I fell to my knees. I unzipped him. The man's dick - there's no other word for it - was gigantic. It was so thick that, as it expanded, I couldn't get my fingers around it. For the second time that day - and, I had a feeling - not nearly the last, I looked a dick in the eye. His meaty hand on top of my head, Clemson spoke around his pipe. "Suck it, little lady." I obeyed, licking and suckling on the purple head, and stroking the smooth velvety skin of it. Apparently, what I was doing was not what he meant. Clemson put one hand under my jaw and slid my face along his stiffening shaft, until the plum-shaped head hit the opening of my throat. Looking down, amazed, I saw that there were still at least five inches between my lips and his pubic bone. Clemson pushed further until the head passed into my throat and I gagged. I jerked my head back, saliva streaming out of my mouth. Clemson laughed, putting his pipe in his pocket. I reveled in the nastiness and depravity of it, and, unbidden this time, swallowed his dick again. "We got her husband out lookin' for parts," he chuckled. "Looks like his wife's got all the parts she needs right here." I moaned - gagging a second time. Clemson drove his shaft in and out of my throat, deeper each time, getting at least a couple of more inches into my sucking mouth. "That's it, slut," he coached. He pulled it out, and, his hand still on my head, rubbed it all over my face and forehead, coating me with precum and my own spit. I decided that I loved dick. Especially Clemson's dick. It fascinated me that something so stiff could be so smooth and soft on the surface at the same time. As it laid over my forehead, I sucked his balls one at a time. I couldn't wait to have that thing in my pussy. Then, suddenly, he pulled me up, yanked up my dress up, and bent me over the arm of the couch. I spread my legs eagerly as I felt the head of his dick run up and down my cunt lips and the crack of my ass. I pushed back, trying to get him inside me. Cletus came back over and kneeled on the couch in front of me, naked this time. Emboldened by my degradation, he held my head and pulled it to his cock. I sucked it in, pushing my ass back towards Clemson’s magnificent dick. When it entered me, it stretched me like nothing I had ever felt before. To his credit, Clemson eased in, holding my trembling hips firmly. I gasped around Cletus's cock. Now both of them were holding me, and filling me with man meat from two ends. I found my nose in Cletus's short golden pubic hair. Clemson was still pushing his way in, until I felt him against my cervix. They both began thrusting, in and out of me. It is fortunate, I suppose, that we were out in the middle of nowhere. The loud moans and screams that escaped my throat when it wasn't filled with cock must have still been heard at the gas station and diner nearby. As Clemson fucked into me, my clit rubbed against the high couch arm, and the sensation was overwhelming. After a few minutes, I felt like I was going to pass out or have a seizure. I couldn't bear it. My body was racked uncontrollably with another climax as I bounced back and forth. I whimpered, tearfully, trying to recover. Clemson must have noticed that the pressure on my cervix and clit was starting to drive me insane. He pulled back a little and eased my ass away from the couch arm. Then he continued fucking me with that glorious dick. Willis, undoubtedly feeling a bit left out, stood alongside me, pulling on his cock. I remembered his caramel apple, and wished I could suck on it too. He eased my dress down, baring my tits and watching them bounce back and forth as I was reamed, stretched and thoroughly fucked. As they continued using me, I felt a finger pressing against my anus. All I could do was moan with the fear of what might be coming. I had never been fucked in the ass before. For a time, the finger just rubbed pleasantly and pressed on my rosebud. Then it went away, and a cool, viscous fluid dripped and ran over my anus and down the back of my legs. The finger returned and slid easily into my ass. I was being prodded and probed in three orifices, all my needs fulfilled. Cletus pulled his cock out of my mouth, lines of my drool attached to it and dripping on the couch. He jacked it wetly and then laid it on my outstretched tongue. The boy groaned as spurts of warm cum jetted into my mouth and ran down my chin. The flavor was bitter - I had never liked the taste of sperm - and I let it spill out of my mouth and down my chin and neck. But I was forced to swallow some as the Cletus pushed his softening cock back into my mouth. Clemson fucked me for a while longer before he too pulled out and shot his load onto my ass. I felt his cum roll down my legs, and I slumped over the couch. The couch sagged as Willis plopped down next to my head. I moaned. Whether in exhaustion, in need, or in apprehension - I don't know. "Now wait now, Willis. Let's not force the slut to do anything she don't want to. I mean, we are civilized here, " Clemson warned. Willis, swearing under his breath, got off the couch. "Little lady," Clemson said, his voice rising as he walked across the garage, "we ain't gonna do anymore work today, because Mirnum and you're husband ain't gonna be back until this evening. So you can either stay here and wait for your man, maybe go on over to the diner and get somethin' to eat, or… you can come with us over to my place." ...And get the remainder of the daylights fucked out of me, I finished to myself. My dress was crumpled around my torso, stained with grease, and soaked with any number of bodily fluids. I pulled it over my head and sat there, dazed and naked but for my sandals, in an open garage. A wet spot spread beneath my ass on the couch. I intended to get some clothes out of my bag to change. "So you wanna come with us?" Now, maybe most women - even me - earlier in life, would have stopped at this point. A moment of passion, a bit of satisfaction, and that would have been enough. I knew fucking these men was risky, and I knew leaving with them to go God knows where in some strange town was even more dangerous. But I realized, in that moment, that my life would never be the same. Staying meant going right back to loneliness and tediousness... and Robert. I wanted to begin living the next part of my life that very instant. I wanted to be delirious. I wanted to be desired. I wanted to be utterly and deliciously used by these guys - until I couldn't stand it anymore. "Uh huh," I said. Willis threw me a T-shirt that had, at one time, been white. It was damp and spotted with grease. I pulled it on, and it fell to about six inches below my waist. Before I could say anything, he put his hand around my waist and walked me, still unsteady on my feet, out into the lot. I looked back and saw that Clemson carried my bag and purse, and he and Cletus closed up the garage. Willis helped me into the tow truck, running a finger over my swollen, exposed cunt from behind, making me jump. As I sat my bare ass on the warm seat I saw my face in the rear view mirror. My hair, once coppery brown and curly, was darkened and matted with sweat, and hung limply to my shoulders. My face glistened, and drops of cum dried on my brown skin. I looked down and saw my dark nipples poking through the shirt, and my matted pussy hairs peeking out from under it. Willis climbed in after me, but when Clemson got behind the wheel and Cletus sat next to the passenger door, I was lifted over Willis and set onto Cletus's massive thighs. He had put on his coveralls again, but I could feel a new erection pushing up against my ass. The cab that cozily held my husband, Clemson, and myself was positively stuffed with the four of us, especially with Cletus being as big as he was. I started to look out the window as we pulled away from the garage, but I felt Willis's hand on my head. Instinctively, I slid down on Cletus's lap so that I could twist and bend over. A moment later, as we rolled down the road to further depravity, my head was in Willis's lap, licking his big, salty balls like candy. Jia's Overhaul Ch. 2 The next time I glanced in the rear view mirror, an unrecognizable tramp looked back at me. Every inch of my face glistened in the stifling heat of the tow truck cab. A milky streak of Willis's sperm ran up my cheek to my forehead, contrasting with my brown skin. More of it dangled from my limp, matted hair. Willis had lasted all of three minutes before he came. He was probably still worked up from watching Clemson fuck me silly in the garage. My compact was in my purse next to Clemson's feet. I reached down, stretching over Willis's lap, and retrieved it. I clicked open the mirror, looked again, and dug in my purse for Kleenex. "What in the world are you doing?" Clemson eyed me with an amused look on his face. "I look like a horror show," I complained. "Baby, you look terrific wearing my cum," Willis said. I stared at him in disbelief. He was serious. Clemson reached over and snatched the purse from my hands. "Little lady, we ain't goin' to a church function." He put the purse back on the floor. "Hey, come on! I just wanna wipe some of this slime off my... Ow!" Willis slapped my bare ass as I stretched over his lap. I had forgotten that I was presenting him with a somewhat tempting target. He spread my cheeks, fingering my rosebud and the sensitive nub of skin between it and my cunt. Then I felt Cletus lift my feet up, so that I was reversed in the seat with my hands on the floor of the cab. Someone unbuckled and stripped off my sandals. I started to protest, but then Cletus started tickling the soles of my feet and my complaints turned to desperate, screaming giggles. Anyone who looked into the cab would have seen three men sitting side by side with a woman's bare legs flailing amongst them. They slapped, poked and squeezed my ass and cunt. Their fingers slid into my butt as easily as my wet pussy, because it was still coated with the oil Clemson had poured into it. Although the two younger men were somewhat awkward, the anal sensation was wickedly pleasurable, my asshole still stretched and quivering from Clemson's earlier probing. I gradually squirmed back into an upright position on Cletus's lap, only to feel the blond giant's rampant cock grinding against me. I reached down and unzipped him, pulling out the shaft and stroking it. He twisted me around so that I faced him, my knees digging into the threadbare seat. He kissed my neck and throat, lifting my ass and sliding inside me. Willis, sitting next to Cletus, reached under my shirt and fondled my breasts. In my position, I couldn't move much. Cletus, however, his hands still under my butt, bounced me up and down on his cock. Clemson simply chuckled around his pipe at the sound of my gasps, and the wet sounds of fucking. I knew what he was thinking ... I was thinking the same thing. I was acting like a first-class slut. I heard the truck crunching over gravel. It turned and slowed to a stop. Cletus stepped out of the truck, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles; still impaled. I was dimly aware of a meadow surrounded by spruce and pine trees, like a park campsite. There were trailer homes in the distance. Cletus carried me haphazardly towards a run-down cabin. He staggered around as he eased me up and down on his cock, and stopped to fuck me against a woodshed. His fingers kneaded my ass, and I hunched up against him, with my arms grasped tightly around his neck. I felt as if we were trying to fuse our bodies together. Finally, I came with a whimper, shuddering and digging my teeth into his meaty shoulder. Cletus kept fucking me, following the others towards the house. I desperately hoped no one else was inside. I hardly wanted to meet them in my ragged state, naked but for a dirty T-shirt, hanging on a cock. I think I would have curled up and died of shame if there had been another woman there. We pushed through a rickety screen door. As soon as I saw the interior I knew I was in little danger of seeing any women. The wooden floors were littered with unopened mail and old newspapers. Dirty clothes were strewn about. Cletus carried me through the little hallway to a bedroom. He laid me back on a bare mattress, pushed my legs up, and began pounding my pussy for all he was worth. He plunged all the way into me, his balls slapping against my upturned thighs on each down stroke. He grasped my ankles in one huge hand, thrusting them forward so that my tailbone lifted off the bed with every up stroke. All I could do was steady myself on the mattress. His cock was shuttling in and out of me so fast I could feel little splashes of juice on my legs. Moaning, I felt waves of bliss surge through me, from my core to the tips of my toes. I glanced at him - so innocent looking - blond hair lank against his shiny forehead. "Don't... don't cum inside me, baby," I managed to get out. I was proud that I had regained some measure of self-control. He grunted and his face contorted as his orgasm overcame him. Belatedly, he pulled out of me, a couple of jets of thin cum shooting on to my belly and thighs. Cletus fell beside me on the bed, panting. "You're so beautiful," he gasped. I caressed his chest. I barely had any energy myself, just realizing that I was famished and hadn't eaten a thing all day. It was as if I was coming out of a trance – a haze of lust that had shoved everything else out of my mind. I lay there for a few minutes until I noticed Cletus was snoring. He smelled of fresh sweat and machinery. I sat up and padded, still barefoot, out of the bedroom. The floor was like an obstacle course, and I wove around piles of discarded clothing. Smoothing down my stained t-shirt, I followed voices until I found the kitchen. Willis and Clemson were drinking beer. "No matter what, Sutter always has bad timing," the older man complained. He grinned lasciviously when he saw me. "Little lady, it's a good thing my neighbors don't live too close. Else they would all be over here fucking the stuffing out of you, what with you making all that racket and parading around half-nekked. Sounded like you and Cletus damn near broke the bed." "Your husband's on his way back," Willis said, taking a swig of his beer. I gave them a questioning look. "Mirnum just called from Elkins. They are on their way back to the garage. Usually it takes Sutter a good two hours just to find his keys. But I guess he found y'all's belt pretty quick this time. " I hesitated, unsure what to do. "You're taking me back to the garage?" "If you want. But we don't have to. I told Mirnum to tell your husband you got tired and we took you to Elkins to the hotel. We ain't doin' anymore work today so I'd just as soon not go back to the garage. Mirnum'll make some excuse and drop your man off at the diner, and I'll have Cletus pick him up. By that time, you'll be in Elkins." "Robert will be pissed if you guys aren't working. What if he calls a cab back to Elkins instead of waiting for Cletus?" "Then the plan won't work," Willis chuckled. "I need to take a shower," I said. "It's in back." "I'll get your things out of the truck," Wills offered. As dingy as the cabin was, the feel of cool water completely drenching me was like paradise. I just stood there for a while under the showerhead, letting all of the funk and dirt I had collected during the day run off my skin. As I lathered my body in soap, I heard Willis come into the bathroom. "Your stuff is out here," he said. Looking through the shower curtain, I noticed he was lingering in the room. A few moments later, he stepped in, naked, behind me. I turned and looked at him. "Hey," he threw up his hands defensively. "I need to get clean too." He grabbed another bit of soap and lathered his hairy chest. "You need some shampoo," I said. "Don't you ever wash that thing on your head?" Willis either had brown hair - unusual for a black man - or his nappy curls were truly dirty. "I'm proud of my fro," he retorted. He rubbed his chest up against my back, reaching around to fondle my tits. Apparently, Willis had a thing for my tits. "What are you doing?" "I'm washing your back. You missed a couple spots." He moved against me, tugging my nipples between the sides of his fingers. His erection sat snugly between my ass cheeks. I bit my lip to stifle a moan. When his hand slipped down to cup my pussy, I gave in, laying my head back on his shoulder. I rubbed against him, feeling the sensation of our bodies sliding together. Of course, Clemson wasn't far behind. He came into the tub in front of me. Soft, his dick hung halfway to his knee. My mouth watered just looking at it. A moment later, I was bent over, sucking on the head, feeling the shaft harden and thicken in my hand. "You oughta still be able to taste your pussy on my dick, slut," Clemson said softly, his fingers curling in my hair. I did notice the sharp taste of juices from deep inside me, but I didn't care. The cockhead butted against the opening of my throat, Clemson holding my head under the jaw. Willis slid his soaped up cock inside me from the rear. They dicked me slowly from both ends, rocking me on my feet. Clemson turned off the water. Willis spread my ass cheeks and pushed a soapy finger into my anus. Absentmindedly, I wondered how I was ever going to get out of this house. I was getting fucked every five steps. By the time these two were through with me, Cletus would be hard again. At the thought, I trembled with desire. Willis stopped shafting me, concentrating on sliding his finger deeper inside my ass. I was afraid, but it felt so nasty I didn't want him to stop. I groaned around Clemson's dick as Willis's last knuckle ran up against my sphincter. He was all the way in. I began to relax around his finger. Clemson held the back of my head and pulled it into his silvered pubic hair, pushing into my throat. I reveled in the sensation, completely stuffed. "I gotta have this ass," Willis said. He pulled out, and a few seconds later, I felt the head of his cock at my nether hole. It was lubricated with a combination of my own juices and soap, but he pressed it in gently anyway, gradually stretching my ass even more. Perhaps they sensed that this was a new experience for me. Clemson held my head in his crotch, still for a moment as I whimpered with the overwhelming sensation. Feeling a cock fill my ass was like sinfulness – as if the pleasure came from the utter naughtiness of it. They began fucking me again, Willis reaming my colon and Clemson gagging me on his dick. My moans became glugging sounds when Clemson's huge purple head passed into my throat, and our wet bodies slapped together. The sounds reverberated and amplified in the shower. I think I would have collapsed if they weren't holding me up by my head and torso. "So damned tight," Willis said. Finally, he climaxed, pushing as deep as he could go and cumming into my ass. He stayed inside me until he went soft. Clemson was still steadily fucking my face. Willis pulled out and stepped out of the tub. As soon as he released me, I sank to my knees, still sucking Clemson. The older man pulled out of me, with a popping sound as his dick escaped the suction of my mouth. He rubbed his sweaty balls against my face. I swiveled around and sat back so that I could properly devote myself to sucking his testicles, my nose practically in his asshole. I stroked his balls and gently drew each into my mouth individually. I realized, perversely, how much power I had, as Clemson moaned his need to cum and began furiously stroking his dick. Then he stepped back and thrust it deep into my mouth. He bellowed as he shot his sperm directly into my throat. I guess I didn't have to worry about the flavor. All that hit my taste buds were the last few drops I sucked from him while he convulsed in the throes of his orgasm. Not surprisingly, it took me a little while longer to get clean. By the time I did, Mirnum was back. I had slipped on a pair of shorts and a halter-top from my bag, and I went out to meet him, my ass still tingling. When I saw that massive, bald man, I immediately felt sympathy for him. For the briefest moment, he had the harried look of someone who had spent a couple of hours with Robert. When my husband was annoyed, he could wear down anyone's last nerve. But when his eyes fell upon me, Mirnum looked like a starving man seeing his next meal. He came at me, ready to sweep me off of my feet, literally. I smiled – but held out my hand to ward him off. "Don't get me all dirty," I said. "I just got through showering." He nodded. He was bright-eyed and handsome. "'T's OK, Ma'am. I'll take you back to the hotel in Elkins." Willis and Cletus came out of the cabin and walked past us. "It was awful nice of you to visit with us, Ma'am," the blond said. He got in the tow truck and drove off. Willis took the driver's seat in the pickup as Mirnum helped me into the passenger side. I sat between them. Blues music blared from the radio. As we turned around and pulled away, I saw Clemson standing behind the screen door, his pipe sticking out of his mouth. He didn't wave; he just looked at me with his shrewd eyes and the faintest grin on his face. As the Ozarks passed us by, I said to Mirnum, "I feel like I should thank you for putting up with Robert all day." "Yeah, well, I heard you were thanking everybody else whilst I was gone." That brought a laugh from Willis and I. I unzipped Mirnum's coverall down to his thigh and slipped a hand inside. I had never seen his dick. It wasn't as big as his father's, but it stood up proud all the same, and fit comfortably in my mouth. I experimented, deep-throating it for a while, and then concentrating on the head. I made the blowjob last until we got into Elkins. Mirnum seemed to go crazy when I jacked his dick with the tip right on my tongue. When he started trembling and groaned, I closed my mouth over the mushroom head and drank his cum. I wasn't about to let him come all over me, like Willis had. Mirnum came a lot, though, and it took a few swallows to get it all down. Savoring it a little bit, I realized that not all men's cum tastes the same. His wasn't bad. We pulled into the hotel lot. I said my goodbyes, giving them both a quick kiss on the cheek. Then I checked in and waited for Robert, being sure to use mouthwash. I was dozing by the time he knocked on the door. After everything that happened that day, I would have expected my husband to be irritable and even more distant than usual. Instead, he was subdued. He hugged me quietly and said nothing about the day. We changed clothes and had dinner at a restaurant overlooking the river. That night, we made love. I straddled and rode him gently, which was just fine with my overworked pussy. I looked into his eyes and saw longing there. But it was a different sort of longing from that I had seen in the eyes of Clemson and his men. Robert wanted to reconcile with me, not to fuck me to the point of exhaustion. This sex, for him, was a way of righting a wrong - of gaining my approval. That wasn't what I wanted. As I felt him getting close, I scooted off his cock and stroked and licked it until he came, groaning, in a spray over my face and chest. Sex-for-intimacy was fine every once in awhile, but I was hooked on fucking for its own sake. The sheer lust and depravity was like an intoxicant, and I was becoming addicted. I slid up next to Robert and rolled so that I was facing away from him. "You've never done that before," he said. "Jia, what happened today?" "Did you... were you unfaithful?" I turned over and looked him in the eyes. I nodded. Buried under the hurt on his face was a tiny nugget of lust. He was quiet for a while and I knew he was struggling with it, wanting to ask what happened, but afraid to know. The hurt won out. "How could you be such a slut?" Robert used that word, "slut", to insult and demean me. Funny how it was the same word Clemson had used to set me and the other men on fire. I sat up, defiant, and ready to hurt him back. "With pride," I said. "And I'd do it again!" The conversation sort of went downhill from there. We both said things we wouldn't have, if we'd had time to think first. Robert got another room. When he walked out, he told me to come and find him in the morning if I wanted to go home. Instead, when I woke up the next day, I looked into catching a bus to a town that would eventually get me back to Chicago. There was only one place I wanted to go first. I dialed the operator and got the number to Clemson's garage. I didn't ask him about the Saab. END.