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.
