Ate Mcalister & the Enosha Icers

Kate sat in silence, the musty smell of the U-Haul Truck seemed to mix with her own 3 day old, unshowered body. Gus had upset her talking about his son's experience, she wondered what kind of trauma at that funeral home kept the boy from talking for weeks. But mostly she worried about her own son. Kevin had been HOME ALONE and she'd been trying everything to get home to him. She was scared for him. Felt guilty for leaving him. And grateful for Gus and his weird band of polka players. They annoyed her and were all kind of...odd, but the truth is they saved her. She would have been stuck in Scranton without them. They were kind and generous men...or so she thought.

"Well," Gus said clearing his throat, "Ya know I...I hate to bring this up but uh, you know I think maybe we should talk about the payment."

Kate was stunned, but not too worried. Her and her husband had money, though this years trip to France had taken a chunk out of their discretionary funds and she'd just given up her last $500 cash to get her ticket to Scranton. Now, the last stretch to Chicago seemed like it wouldn't be free. Oh well, she'd happily chip in, just wasn't agreed on beforehand and that felt rude. "Yes, of course. How much do you think is fair? I just need an ATM at the next gas station or perhaps you would take a check? Hahaha, I promise, I am good for it. Parental skills is not an indicator of my credit haha."

Gus looked nervously to Ziggy, seeming unsure if the gang would back him up. Ziggy looked to Kate, ran his eyes up and down her and grinned to Gus with a nod.

"Yeah, see the thing is, Kate," Gus said with a weird mix of charm and uncertainty. "We uh, we don't want your money. The Polka records uh you know they do ok, the Polka King of the Midwest isn't broke. But what we do need is, well some comfort. I think the holidays on the road are hard for us fellas. I mentioned Ziggy there hasn't met his kids, Joe doesn't remember his kids' names half the time. So let's just say none of us have the best romantic relationships back home. And out here on the road its no sexcepade either. But uh, you know I think us giving you a ride all the way home maybe you'd want to show some gratitude."

Kate's jaw was on the floor and her eyes were as wide as a deer just before a car hits it. She waited for the guys to laugh but instead Eddie licked his lips and Ziggy smiled creepily. "I'm...listen I think it is great that you all offered to give me a ride. And I am happy to pay you for that help. But to suggest that I would make love to any one of you is insulting."

"Oh no no no," Gus stammered, "You misunderstood me. I think we just got mixed up here."

Kate sighed in relief. "Good, I thought I was going to have to slap you."

"No no, not make love. Just good old fucking, you know. And not one of us, all of us."

Kate's cheeks flushed. She hadn't heard a man talk like that since...well, the one time she had cheated on her husband. When Kevin was only 6. The holidays had always been loud and stressful, Buzz was just starting his pubescent rebellion phase and she just needed to escape the stress of being mom to that mad house. She'd been flirting with her personal trainer Randal and...eventually ended up in a hotel room for a night of raunchy, debauchorus "fucking" as Randal called it. He did things to her that her husband couldn't even imagine. She felt like a pornstar or a sex goddess that night. She never did it again and she switched gyms afterward out of embarrassment but the memory of that night still turned her on.

So much so that hearing this overweight polka player use some of Randall's rougher verbiage made her vaginal lips slicken. She was aroused and suddenly noticed the bulge in Ziggy's pants and wondering what was underneath. She had never been with more than one man at a time and some depraved part of her wondered how it would work. Would they all take turns? Like in a line up?

"I take it you are thinking it over?" Gus asked.

Suddenly Kate realized she hadn't talked in a few moments and that made her cheeks even redder. She was turned on and curious...and grateful...and it had been a stressful few days. Some one time fling her husband would never know about might not be the worst idea. But...no, "Listen. I am a mother. A wife, I am filthy, I have not showered or slept in three days to be honest, I don't think you would want anything to with my body if you could smell me right now. You seem like decent men but I am not that kind of woman. I am not trying to fulfill some letters to penthouse fantasy. I AM TRYING TO GET HOME TO MY SON!"

Joe, the driver, looked back and chuckled, "Oh we don't mind the smell. Actually, I think its kind of hot. You've been marinating a few days, bet you taste extra sweet."

Ziggy, Eddie, and Gus all seemed to agree with nods that her unwashed body was still plenty fuckable. Kate couldn't have explained it but that...the feeling of being desirable even in her most ragged and gross state...made her feel sexy. These overweight polka players wanted her, even though she wasn't at her best. Randall had demanded she be thoroughly cleaned because he put his mouth everywhere. EVERYWHERE. Her husband never went down on her. He liked missionary only sex. And he never seemed to notice if she was clean or dirty. These men...wanted her dirty, raw, now.

"So I'd hate to leave you on the side of the road, it being freezing cold and Christmas Eve and all. But you know if you don't want us to pull over and let you out, you will need to take you coat off now, Kate." Gus said more firm than before. Finding his confidence with this married wealthy woman.

Kate realized she didn't know where she was or where the nearest town would be. "What here? In this truck?" She asked.

"OH yeah, we don't want to lose any time or waste money on some hotel. Hey Joe, go ahead and pull over."

Kate panicked, she realized they meant it. The truck slowed and she felt the brakes gripping and suddenly they were stopping. The engine idled and the men looked at her with expectant eyes. She knew they were in the middle of nowhere. But that wasn't the real thing on her mind. She wasn't worried about these men leaving her behind. This act Gus was putting on didn't scare her. She could say no and they would take her safely to the next town at least. But the truth was...she wanted this. She was tired, and scared, and stressed, and she wanted to be distracted. A mental reset. In the morning she would be home and safe but had no idea what she would find, how Kevin would be, or any of what the next few days would mean. And she didn't want to think about that for now.

Kate found her hands sliding her purse to the side and then slipping her brown overcoat off her shoulders. "Merry Christmas to Kenosha Kickers!" Gus said.

Kate looked up only once her coat was off and she was in her fine white blouse, brown sweater vest and pleated pants. Suddenly, the back of the truck rolled up with loud clanging noise and the cold wind blew in from the outside, making Kate's sweat coated skin shudder. "I took my coat off!" Kate complained, fearing they were kicking her out.

"Oh no worries, Ma'am." Joe, the driver, said as her climbed in the back and lowered the door again. "You're not going anywhere."

Gus reached over and his plump hands fondled Kate's left breast over her shirt and she jerked back out of instinct. "Sorry, sorry I just...boy those feel great. You know you definitely seem cold, I could feel that nipple poking right through. Hey Joe let's kick that heater up a bit yeah, she's gunna need to stay warm once we get her out of these clothes."

Kate cleared her throat, still not sure she was going to go through with this. "Well, it is a bit cold." Was all she said.

Joe worked the knobs or a portable heater they had rigged up to the front dash and soon he joined on the other side of Kate on the bench. Eddie and Ziggy moved to sit right in front of her across the truck and she smiled politely. Gus's sausage fingers found her breast again and when she moved away again she pushed accidentally right into Joe's chest. He was a stout man, barrel chested and burly. Not as plump as Gus. But something about him felt...manly. Her husband was well groomed, no body hair. These men were rough and unkempt and something about that made it exciting to be touched by them.

Joe reached up and cupped her right breast and leaned in to kiss her neck. She felt his mustache whiskers tickle under her ear and laughed at the sensation. It was enough to distract her long enough that the two men groping her stopped feeling so alarming. Now it was soothing to be felt.

Gus started to unbutton her sweater vest and soon she noticed Eddie kneeling in front of her reaching for her waist band. She felt her breath quicken and she let out a gasp when Gus undid her blouse faster than she thought those thick fingers could move. Her royal blue bra had worked overtime these past few days and now it was on full display for these four men she barely knew.

Ziggy was starting to run his hand over his pants while he watched the other three men fondle and undress her. The sweater and shirt were gone and she noticed Joe sniffing her hair. Unwashed, she expected him to pull away and groan at the smell. Instead he moaned in delight and squeezed her tighter. She felt a primal sense of lust move through her, a reaction to being desired in her natural scent made her lose another layer of hesitance and she scooted her butt to the edge of the bench, giving Eddie enough access to unbutton her slacks and slide the narrow zipper down her crotch. She was most nervous for this moment. When the next barrier of clothing came off and Eddie smelled her she was sure this would end. Or maybe they would just want her mouth.

Eddie took down her respectable slacks and revealed her sensible if not boring white panties and she held her breath, worried he would gag at the smell.

"Mmmm, a natural red head." Eddie said as he licked his lips. Kate was confused until she realized Eddie had taken her panties down with her pants. Not the romantic and slow undressing she was used to. He roughly yanked her lower clothes down and and struggled to get them over her boots. Had he bothered taking them off first it would have gone smoother but he just yanked and pulled until they came loose. She almost fell of the bench Eddie was pulling so hard. Gus and Joe halfway held her in place, their meaty hands somehow took off her bra at the same time and for a moment Kate was lost in the ecstasy of being forcible stripped naked by three men in the back of a truck.

She was breathing in gasps and stuttering to form words and soon, her bare ass was on the cold wooden bench, her slacks and plane white undies sat in a pile across the way, her tops and coat were in another pile and four mean she had just met were staring at her naked body. She still had her boots on which at first felt odd to her but there was not time to consider taking them off before the Kenosha Kickers looked at her like a pack of wolves surrounding a helpless lamb.

She looked to each of their eyes and saw them hungrily starting at her body. The animalistic desire as they studied her tits, her bright orange bush, and her firmly toned legs. Her stomach had never gotten quite as firm as it had been before all of her children but for a mother her age, she knew it was better than any body these men had waiting back home for them. There was a confidence in that. These men probably hadn't been with a woman as beautiful as her, at least not in years. Now here she was. Butt naked, wearing only her boots and her pearl earrings. Three day old makeup, sitting on a rough bench. Waiting for them to have their way with her.

And the wait was only a few seconds before three mouths descended on her. Gus latched on to her nippled and the sudden warmth of his mouth on her cold firm tit made her shudder. Soon Joe started sucking on her neck and she could barely mutter the words, "Don't leave marks my husband will see." Before Eddie leaned in and started softly kissing her lower lips. Whatever shame at being dirty and smelly Kate might have felt before was gone. Stripped away along with her proper family woman clothing. She felt the man between her thighs moan in pleasure as his tongue ran the length of her slit and he sucked in her juices, aroused by whatever he smelled and tasted. She moaned in pleasure as she felt Eddies thick tongue press inside and split her lips apart as Joe moved down and started sucking her other tit.

Ziggy stood up and started undressing and Kate found herself studying his unfit physique. He was not in shape, not groomed, or proper. And that made her watch him with more interest. He was heavy. Hairy. A dirty real man. The kind her husband would hire to fix pipes he himself would never understand. The kind her husband might laugh at when he couldn't pronounce "steak and frites" at dinner. She saw his swollen beer belly covered in white fuzz and felt an unfamiliar hunger to see his pants come off.

The three mouths slurped and sucked noisily on her body and she felt six hands wandering her skin. She had never been with more than one man before. Now three were exploring her, tasting her, touching her. She couldn't stay conscious of every sensation at once. What was being touched, what was being licked, or sucked. But she could hear their voices. The delighted groans and moans of the men enjoying her flavors. Her eyes rolled around and she found herself licking her own lips when Ziggy's pants came down and she saw he had a thicker cock than even Randal. Twice the size of her husbands and well coated in thick white and brown pubic hair. She wouldn't have admitted this yesterday, and she would not have understood it tomorrow, but in that moment she found his ungroomed body so fucking hot she heard herself moan, "Yes" out loud.

Ziggy smiled as he stepped toward her and Kate kept her eyes fixed on his swinging cock that waved left and right as he walked. She hadn't noticed it but an orgasm was building up in the folds as Eddie sucked her into his mouth as he rolled his tongue up and down and through her. Kate's eyes went wide as she surprised herself by cumming and wrapped her arms around the two men suckling at her tits. Her boots made loads stomps into the ground. She was losing herself, worried the sudden surge of pleasure might overwhelm her and she held onto Gus and Joe like they were the only tether's keeping her from shooting into the sky and vanishing. They slurped, licked, and nibbled her nipples and she felt Eddies hands wrap around her hips and suck in her juices.

After a few moments, the world came back into focus around her and she was in the truck again. The orgasm subsided and she started breathing again. The two men kept sucking her nipples and Eddie gently kissed and massaged her clit with his tongue. Ziggy stood next to her, stroking his cock and the post orgasm clarity started to set in. what was she doing? Kate couldn't believe what she was doing. But she was.

"Your turn, miss Mcalister." Ziggy said.

Eddie moved away and the other two stood up and took Kate's arms. They lifted her and guided her off the bench and onto her knees. The shock of what was happening and the part of her that wanted to get out of this before it went any further was silenced by the strong manly arms pushing her to her knees.

Soon she was naked and kneeling in front of four men. Their saliva coating her nipples and pussy as her own juices ran down her thigh. The heater had thankfully filled the truck with enough warmth to keep her naked body from shivering but the vulnerability of being nude aside from her boots while three of the four men were still dressed looking down at her, still made her shake. She felt the suede of her boots on her soft bare butt cheeks as she sat back and looked up at Ziggy's plump hairy body and now fully engorged cock. She would never have thought she would end up here. A proper woman doesn't act like this. Any woman who would get on her knees for a man she isn't married to is a hussy, she would have said, She didn't even do this for her husband and she loved him. But it wasn't proper. It was degrading and dirty and exhilarating. She licked her lips, looked up to Ziggy's horny grin and without another thought she reached up and grabbed his shaft, feeling how thick and hot it felt in her cold hands. Ziggy shuddered at the chill but didn't move away.

"Sorry." Kate grinned.

"Those lips will warm it back up." He said as he stepped closer and reached down to grab the top of her head and guide her mouth toward him.

Once in college she had given a blowjob and it was not her favorite experience. She felt disrespected and insulted and used. Now, this man was being rougher and more demanding than that frat boy had been. He was dirtier and fatter and uglier too. But this was different. Somehow. Kate in college wasn't sure of who she was. She hadn't proven she was a strong confident powerful woman yet and so she needed to be treated like one.

But there, in that van, it didn't matter how she was treated. She could play a role, pretend she's a dirty slut letting four men use her for a ride. But she knew it was a game, a fun escape. In her truest self she remained a strong, independent woman. So playing pretend whore for a bit, was just or fun. Or so she would tell herself a week from now when the memories of this night fueled her furious clit rubbing.

She let Ziggy guide her head into his crotch and as his long thick member came to her face she paused, licked her lips, and kissed the tip of his cock. She felt it was hard as an iron rod but wrapped in soft skin. It was warm and to her surprise, smelled clean. She kissed it again and heard the man say, "Don't be shy now, hun. The mister ain't around. You can show us you like doing it."

To her own surprise, her mouth opened, her tongue reached out, and she licked around the mushroom tip of his cock like it was candy. She moaned in pleasure, enjoying the way it felt against her tongue. Then she opened her mouth wider and pushed her face forward, pulling him into her wet, waiting mouth. She felt her mouth filled with cock like it never had been before. "That's it, baby." Loving the encouragement, she took him deeper and started sucking. Moving her tongue around inside her mouth and bobbing her head back and forth. Fucking him with her mouth. She hadn't consciously thought to do it but she was arching her back and sticking her ass outward, like she wanted it on display.

Ziggy went on, "I knew when I saw you bitching at that poor attendant at the airport, you needed to be put on your knees."

Kate felt indignant. She had not been bitchy. She had been trying to get home to her son, for Christmas. She was being a good mother. She started to pull away but Ziggy reached behind her head and pulled her back. The tip of his cock poked the back of her throat and made her jump a little. But she didn't gag. Kate had never learned it but she had no gag reflex. "MMM" Ziggy moaned delighted. "Looks like mommy can deep throat."

Kate had no idea what that meant but the tone in Ziggy's voice said he was pleased with her. She wanted to please him. "That's a good girl. Show us what a natural born cock sucker you are."

Kate felt a tingle between her legs. She had no idea why but she loved being talked to like this. It wasn't natural, she knew. But at the same time it was. Nothing felt more natural than being on her knees, worshipping this mans cock and dripping juice when he told her she was doing it well.

Soon, the other three men were undressed and Kate only noticed because they reached down, took her by the wrists and brought her hands to their dicks. Kate was a little disappointed they weren't as big as Ziggy, but they weren't bad to feel. One, seemed to be Gus, his was the smallest, maybe 4 inches, it could have been more but his big belly hung over the first inch or so. Kate made mental notes but started stroking them while keeping up on Ziggy's dick. It was confusing at first and she got thrown off her rhythm a couple times. It's awkward to pay attention to that many men at once. But she found her groove and started stroking and sucking in the same movement. About that time she realized that only accounted for three of the four cocks. "Where's Eddie?" She wondered.