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.
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