My name is Jenny. My story is about a major change in my life. I'm 35 years old, married and have two children. My husband is a Minister in a small town in Texas. We've been married for 17 years. My life has been very prim and proper but satisfying until recently.

About two weeks ago I started out to attend a bible seminar in Dallas, which is about a three hour drive from home. I kissed and hugged my two sons Brad and Jeff and husband Jim and promised that I would be careful on the road. I told Jim that I would call him from the hotel to let him know I was OK.

The trip went fine until I got near Dallas. A road construction crew was working on the road and had set up a detour. I checked my map to see how far this would put me from my final destination. No problem, it turned out, if I used a county road about 5 miles from the detour. Unfortunately, my car decided to die after about 10 miles down the county road. I lifted the hood to take a look at the engine even though I know nothing about cars. I had hopes that someone might come along and help. I hadn't passed any cars on this stretch and I was worried it might be some time before someone came by. It was a hot July day and I was beginning to perspire.

My worries ended when a pick-up truck pulled up behind my car. Two very large black men got out and walked to the front of my car. I was startled at first and a little afraid at the sight of these two giants. They seemed polite enough when they asked if I needed help. I smiled and answered yes. Both looked under the hood and after a few minutes' one of the men said that it looked like a bad fuel pump. He offered to give me a ride into town to arrange a tow. I accepted his kindness and introduced myself.

The man that offered the ride told me that his name was Fred and his friend's name was Joe. We all got in their truck with me sitting in the middle. The pick-up was old and had no air-conditioning. It was a standard size pick-up but I was still cramped between these huge men. I noticed that my shirt was beginning to cling to my skin. Fred and Joe had noticed as well. They kept stealing glances at my chest as the wet material of my shirt outlined my breasts. They remained gentlemen, however.

The attention is something I am used to. I have blond hair and blue eyes. I have been considered pretty since I was a little girl. When I entered my teen years my body blossomed beyond my parents' expectations. They kept a tight rein on me. They knew I would be the target of every boy in school. As a result I lived a very sheltered life.

The sheltered existence continued after I met and married my husband. When I was fitted for my wedding dress, I measured 38DD-23-35. I'm 5'7" tall and weigh 120 pounds. I have maintained my shaped through the years with exercise. My youthful face allows me to pass for 25. Hardly anyone can believe that I'm the mother of a 16 year old son. The attention has never really been a problem for me. I have always be content to be a wife and mother. Sex just has never been a big priority with me.

Now, that priority seemed to be changing for some reason. I tried to pinpoint why I felt different. Was it because I was away from home? Was it because it had been a long time since I had made love to my husband? Was it the heat, or was it the sizable bulges forming in Fred's and Joe's pants? All I knew was that my face felt flush and an itch was forming between my legs.

I found myself staring at the bulge in Joe's pants. It continued to grow to my amazement. I felt my vagina lubricating. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was a married woman who led a conservative religious life, and yet I was beginning to imagine myself having sex with this man I'd just met. To top that off, the man was black. Now, I don't have a prejudiced bone in my body, however, I was raised in the South and the tradition here is that when it comes to sex and marriage the races don't mix. I tried to get control of myself. I just couldn't commit adultery and yet my vagina was yearning to be filled.

Joe noticed my stare and said, "Please pardon my arousal ma'am, but its not often that a beautiful white woman with a big chest sits this close to me."

I pushed my chest out with pride and said, "Thanks for the compliment, Joe." I added, "You fellas are handsome, yourselves."

And they were. I wasn't just being nice.

My attention returned to Joe's bulge as I asked, "Looks like you have something big there, as well."

Joe replied, "Its a tribute to your beauty, ma'am." He added, "I wish I could get my mind on something else, my trousers are beginning to get cramped."

I looked at Joe with concern and said, "Oh Joe, I'm sorry, I wish I could hide."

Joe said, "No ma'am, this is my problem."

I said, "I don't want you to be uncomfortable, Joe."

To my surprise I added, "Open your pants if it will make you more comfortable."

Joe looked at me with a surprised look, then looked at Fred who looked equally surprised. Joe said, "Well, if it wouldn't bother you, ma'am, it would sure make me feel better."

Joe unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He tried to keep his substantial member hidden but it was too big. I stared at Joe's penis with awe. It must have been a foot long. The head was as thick as a coke can.

I said to myself out loud, "I caused that."

I was surprised when Joe answered, "Yes ma'am, you did."

I looked at Joe with sympathy and said, "I'm sorry that I've inconvenienced you two and I wish there was something I could do."

Joe shook his head and said, "No inconvenience, ma'am. We're glad to help a pretty lady."

He added, "There is only one thing that will get my bone back inside my pants right now and I don't think you would like it."

I had my suspicions but I had to ask, "What's that, Joe?"

Joe's politeness gave way to frankness as he said, "Ma'am, you have to suck me off!"

I looked at Joe with surprise although I wasn't. I looked at Joe's penis again. All I could think about was Joe's penis. I tried to remember who I was. I was in a strange truck but it was like a dream.

The next thing I knew I had three inches of Joe's penis in my mouth. I don't even remember leaning over and taking him in my mouth. Joe had a surprised look on his face that began to change to pleasure. My lips were stretched to their limits. Joe's penis was to much for my mouth. I began to lick the head while I stroked the shaft. Joe began to growl with passion. I couldn't believe I was given this man oral sex. It was the first penis I had ever tasted. My husband would never ask me to suck his penis and I never brought it up. I found that I was enjoying the feeling of sucking this large black penis.

While I sucked, Joe unbuttoned my shirt and began to rub my breasts. He said, "Fred, look at these big titties."

Fred grunted his approval. I wanted to feel Joe's hands on my nipples so I unsnapped my bra. Joe took this as an invitation. I felt his hand cup my right breast. A moment later I felt Fred's hand on my left breast. They pinched my nipples sending a message to my vagina demanding attention. I began to rub the wet area between my legs.

Within seconds I had an orgasm. Shortly afterward, Joe flooded my mouth with his sperm. I jerked my head away causing Joe's second squirt to hit me in the face. I decided that the taste wasn't that bad so I swallowed Joe's penis again and collected the remainder of his sperm in my mouth. I swallowed the liquid with each delivery into my mouth. I couldn't believe how much Joe came. I now had a belly full of his sperm.

Just then the passenger door opened and Joe and Fred helped me out of the truck. I hadn't noticed that Fred had pulled down a dirt road out of site of the county road. He had pulled over at secluded spot. Fred led me around to the bed of the truck and had me crawl up on a bunch of old blankets. Fred unzipped his pants and pulled out a penis that was easily two inches longer than Joe's and just as thick. He crawled up into the truck bed and dangled his penis next to my head.

Without hesitation, I began to suck and lick Fred's member. Meanwhile, Joe crawled in the truck-bed on the other side of me and began to remove my shirt and bra. He then removed my shoes and jeans. Lastly he pulled my panties off leaving me naked. Fred's penis had meanwhile gotten rock hard.

I removed Fred's penis from my mouth and said, "Put it in me, Fred, please!"

Fred laid back on the blankets and grabbed me by the waist. He lifted me with ease up over his penis while I guided the head to my opening. I was very wet, however, I was not sure I could take such a large member even after two pregnancies. Fred slowly lowered me down. His penis entered me stretching my vaginal lips thin. Fred was able to penetrate me without difficulty but it was incredibly tight. Slowly I was impaled the full length of his shaft. I never felt so full. He began pumping me up and down. I immediately had an orgasm. It continued while I pumped up and down on Fred. I had never had an orgasm like this. I didn't want it to end.

After about five minutes of riding Fred, I felt a pressure between the cheeks of my bottom. Before I could say anything, Joe had four inches of penis buried in my anal opening. My orgasm intensified. They began to pump me together. I now had over two feet of penis filling my holes. The only thing that could be better was to have a third penis in my mouth. I screamed for them to pound me harder and they did, while Joe squeezed my bottom and Fred squeezed my breasts.

After about 15 minutes of sex, Joe pulled out of my anus and stuck his penis in my mouth. He unloaded another load of sperm in my mouth as Fred flooded my vagina. I was dripping at both ends. I licked Joe clean not minding where Joe's cock had just been, then cleaned up Fred. They thanked me for the sex. I told them that I wanted to go again.

Fred said, "Ma'am, if you want more I'll have to take you to the pool hall. I'm just not ready for any more fucking now."

Without thinking about my situation I said, "Anything you say, Fred."

As I got dressed I was amazed at how wonderful I felt. I had more orgasms in those few minutes than I had my entire life. My husband had never satisfied me and it had been many years since I had climaxed by my own hand. I now realized that I would not be able to survive without the feelings and sensations I had just experienced.

As we drove into town I realized that I told my husband I would call him when I arrived. Guilty feelings suddenly overcame me. I thought about my family and then about what I had just done. My thinking became confused. I knew that it was sinful for a married woman to have sex with another man, much less two at one time. It couldn't have been me, a white woman, with two huge black penises buried in my vagina and anus. Surely, it wasn't I who sucked the sperm out of Joe's penis and swished the gooey liquid around my tongue to savor the taste. And, it must have been someone else who licked the residue off the big black cock that had moments before been 12 inches deep in my bowel. I recalled an earlier trip to the bathroom that morning before I had left.

I was shocked at what I had done, but I loved every minute of it. I'm not sure if it was the nastiness of the acts or whether I genuinely like the taste of sperm, but I knew I wanted more. As for the musty taste from my bowel, it seems impossible to me now that I tasted it, however, I know that at the height of my sexual state it was exactly what I wanted to do. The feeling of two penises rubbing together inside me gave me pleasure that nothing else had come close to. I only hoped that the rest of the day would be as fulfilling.

I decided that I would see about repairing my car and then find a hotel. I didn't mind the sweaty sex, but I felt like I should get cleaned up for later. I asked Fred to take me to a place where I could get my car towed and fixed. We arrived at Nate's garage a short time later. When Fred pulled up a tall black man about 30 years old walked out with the widest eyes I'd ever seen. I guess he was surprised to see me sitting between Joe and Fred looking like I had just been in a wet T-shirt contest. I know what you're thinking, but I've been around enough to know what a wet T-shirt contest is.

The tall man whose shirt identified him as Nate said, "Fred, where did you find that princess from heaven?"

Like I said, this was the South and a white woman riding around in a pickup with two black men was rare.

Fred said, "The young lady here had car trouble back down county road 1305. We gave her a lift here figuring you could fix her up."

Nate was now looking at my nipples, which were clearly visible though my shirt. I hadn't put my bra or panties back on after Fred and Joe fucked me. Thinking about our threesome reminded me of the feelings and sensations Fred and Joe had produced in me.

I noticed that Nate was developing a sizable bulge in his pants. My nipples responded by getting rock hard. His eyes began bulging at the site of my growing nubs.

I interrupted the silence by saying in my best attempt at a sexy voice, "Nate, would you please fix my car?" I smiled and continued, "I'll make it worth your while."

Nate began stuttering, "Ma..Ma'am, yes ma'am, right away."

Without taking my eye off Nate I reached in my jeans's pocket and pulled out my underwear. I turned to Fred and gave him my panties then kissed him full on the mouth letting my tongue wander inside his mouth. I gave Joe my bra, knowing how he likes big tits. I gave Joe the same sloppy kiss as I mashed my chest into his side and rubbed against him. My nipples were on fire.

I turned back to Nate a said, "You'll get yours when my car is fixed." I thanked Fred and Joe for their help and ask if they would pick me up at eight and take me to the pool hall. They both nodded.

Nate piped up, "You're taking the lady to the pool hall. Does she know about the pool hall?"

Joe answered, "She'll know tonight!"

It sounded kind of scary to me but I was still looking forward to it. I was also anxious for Nate to fix my car but I don't think as anxious as he was. It made me feel good to use my feminine charms to make a man do what I wanted. I had noticed a motel across the street. It didn't look like much but it would do. I ask Nate to send my bags over after he got my car.

I then said with a wink, "I expect that you will personally deliver my car when its ready."

Nate said, "You can count on that, Ma'am!" I then turned and walked across the street to the motel.

I checked in and told the bell hop that Nate would send over my bags. I asked the handsome young black man of 19 or so to bring my bags to my room when they got there. I squeezed a five into his hand and gave him a wink. I could tell by his stares that his young hormones were working overtime. I new that soon I would have to take care of him as well.

Up to this point I hadn't seen any white people. I figured I was in a predominately black neighborhood. So far, everyone had been very nice. I'm sure the possibility of fucking a buxom blond white woman would cheer any man, black or white.

When I got to the room, I called my husband and let him know that everything was fine. I tried to act as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I'm sure I succeeded, however, I was feeling mighty guilty by the time I hung up. I filled the bath, then took off my sticky clothes. I looked at my body for a while. It was though I was looking at it for the first time. I forgot about my husband and family. My breasts were flushed with the squeezing of a half hour before. I pulled on my nipples and received a jolt of sensation sending me back to the time when my vagina and anus were being pounded. My knees became weak and gave way. I landed on the floor on in a sitting position. The force caused a trickle of sperm to flow from my vagina. Without thinking I scooped up the bead and put it in my mouth. The taste of cum and the musty smells of the remnants of Joe's ass fuck sent me into another orgasm. My vagina belched out a mixture of my juices and Fred's sperm. I lapped it up using both soiled hands. I finished by cleaning my rectum in the same way. I was exhausted so I lay down on the floor and fell asleep.

I awoke some time later still in a heap on the floor. I picked myself up and crawled into the tub. I warmed the water up with the tap and lingered in the tub after I washed.

I heard a knock at the door and yelled, "Come in!"

In walked Ron the bell hop with my bags. "You're luggage, Ma'am," I heard him say.

I saw his face in the full length mirror outside the bathroom and knew he could see me as well. The soap and water covered my body except for the substantial tops of my breasts. I thanked Ron and told him I'd call if I needed him. He left me to my bath.

Soon after I got out of the tub and dried my body and my hair. My energy had returned and I began to admire my body again. I was proud that my breasts were still firm with only a hint of sag. I bounced lightly on my feet and watch my breasts jiggle. I felt that tingly feeling again and began to realize just how sensitive my breasts were. I wasn't sure if my sexual desires were just developing late or that they had been suppressed all these years. All it took was a slight jiggling of my breasts or a brush of my nipples and a jolt of what felt like electricity would start at my nipple and go directly to my vagina.

A knock at the door brought me back to my senses. I wrapped up in a towel and opened the door. It was Nate with my car keys. He pointed outside at my car and said, "Its as good as new, ma'am."

I replied, "That was sure fast!"

He said, "Just a minor repair, ma'am."

Nate had that same anxious look and bulging trousers I had left him with earlier.

I said, "Come on in, Nate, and take a break." I didn't have to ask twice.

Once inside I told Nate to have a seat on the bed. Without any fanfare I removed the towel covering my body and stood before Nate with nothing on but a sexy smile. Nate's eyes bulged as big as the lump in his pants. I said, "Nate, I'll do anything you want for the next 30 minutes."

He smiled a big toothy grin and said, "Suck my cock."

Immediately, I pushed him to the middle of the bed and helped him remove his boots and socks. I undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. His substantial penis made a tent in his boxer shorts. He shed his pants and I pulled down his shorts exposing the biggest penis I had ever seen. I thought I would never see anything bigger than Joe and Fred.

I asked Nate how big he was and he replied, "15 inches long and 8 inches around."

It was almost as long as my forearm and wider than my wrist. I told Nate that I would give all my effort to see to it that all 15 inches got buried inside me.

I went to work on the head of his penis like a mad woman. I wanted to taste his sperm. I couldn't wait. I tried to take as much of his fat penis as I could. By adjusting the angle of attack and by opening my throat, I was able to get about half of it in. I could see my reflection in the mirror on the wall and it was as if I was watching someone else. I watched this white woman taking this huge black tube of flesh and attempt to swallow the entire length. The sight amplified my determination. I pushed and pushed Nate's penis down my throat until the image on the wall showed no huge black tube and the woman's nose was flat against the man's belly. A large unusual bulge appeared on the woman's neck. I realized it was me. I had done it. If I could take Nate on I could take on anyone. Not only was I hungry for sex, I was proficient at it.

Nate began bucking wildly. Evidently, he had seen the image in the mirror and erupted in orgasm. I couldn't tell for sure but the throbbing in my neck suggested that Nate was pumping a large load directly into my belly. By the time I had pulled off his big tool he had stopped cumming. I asked to be sure, and he confirmed that he had cum. He said no woman, black or white, had ever swallowed him whole, and for that the auto-repair was on him. At that moment I realized that I had become a prostitute.