7

The next two hours are another slog of a wait for Jodie. None of her previous attempts at distracting herself work. It’s partially due to her excitement about this horrible day being over. But, she’s keenly aware that more humiliations are on the way. And this makes the day drag all the more.

Matters aren’t helped by the way Pete leers at her. It isn’t every time she looks, but every once in a while, she can see him watching her. And she’s pretty sure he’s watching her even when he’s not looking directly at her, from the corner of his eyes. She can’t really make out his face with the sun in her eyes, but she gets a bad sense from him.

What Jodie doesn’t know is just how right she is. Pete, of course, doesn’t see himself as a bad guy. Quite the contrary. But there’s only so far you can push a man. First, he got transferred to a new section of town and his commute increased by twenty-five minutes. Then, his vacation time gets canceled due to staffing issues. And then he winds up on a crew with Mike, who doesn’t know shit because he’s so new.

To make matters worse, he has to go last in getting a chance to toy with Jodie. Yeah, it was fun when she first came out. And seeing her husband spank her with a belt was great, too. But then he had to stand by while Mitch got his a blowjob. And then Mitch had the fucking audacity to send Mike over before him? Does seniority mean nothing on this crew? So, yeah, there’s only so far a man can be pushed. And the cum boiling in his balls carried him over that line hours ago.

Eventually, Jodie hears the familiar ting-a-ling of Mike’s phone alarm. She watches the outline of his figure as it walks up to Pete. Mike and Pete appear to converse for a few seconds, and then Mike walks away. And that’s it. Pete just stands there, staring at her again. After a few minutes, it becomes clear to her that he isn’t going to come to her.

Hesitantly, she rises from the lounger and slowly walks up to this new man as he stands stock still, the silhouette slowly changing into Pete. He’s about a head shorter than Mike, but just as beefy. He wears jeans and a vest like the other guys, but in his sleeveless t-shirt, he exudes a sort of bawdy machismo.

Pete watches as Jodie approaches, but then looks down and begins to ignore her when she reaches him. Finally, she stands off to his left, a few feet away. He can tell she is trying not to stare, but also working to gain his attention. “H-hi” she eventually says, hesitance in her voice. He ignores her for a moment before she repeats her greeting a little louder.

“What” he says, still not looking at her. Jodie’s very confused. The other men on the crew were so much nicer than Pete, and she’d think a guy like Pete would appreciate a woman wearing her outfit, trying to get his attention. “Uh. Wo-would you help me. Um. Put on so-some sunscreen?” Pete still doesn’t look up from her, focusing on his work. “Please?” she asks, practically begging. She really, honestly needs his help. The sun is lower in the sky, but there’s still plenty of it left to burn her. And, she’s not entirely sure when Fred will fetch her.

This is humiliating, but more than that, it’s demoralizing. She continues standing near Pete, and eventually he looks at her. “Look lady, I’m trying to work, okay” he finally exclaims. “I’m really sorry, but my husband-“ she begins, but Pete jumps in. “You want help? Fuck me first” he tells her. His reaction causes her to step back. If he’s trying to intimidate her, it’s working.

Jodie considers his proposal, if it could be called that. Even if she does as he tells her, he still might leave her to burn in the sun. She’s about to acquiesce when Mitch appears suddenly on Jodie’s left. He puts his arm around her and pulls her in. “Hey” Mitch begins. “You do what the lady asks”. “Why” Pete asks. Mitch stares him down. Then with a chuckle without a hint of humor, Mitch responds. “Why? Because we’re public servants. Because I told you to”.

Pete stares down Mitch with that same machismo before eventually looking at Jodie and reaching for the sunscreen. “Fine” he sniffs. Jodie slips out of Mitch’s half embrace and steps toward Pete, who takes the bottle from her. Jodie expects Pete to apply it right there, but he apparently has other ideas as he walks away from her. She follows, and Mitch reassuringly pats her butt.

Oh fuck, Jodie thinks to herself. They’re heading to the front of the crew’s truck. Mike had come to her lounger. Mitch had kept her on the side of the truck nearest Jodie and Fred’s lawn. Both spots afforded some measure of privacy. The front of the truck, however, would put her directly in front of oncoming traffic.

Jodie imagines that once they’re in front of the truck, Pete is going to be very rough with her. Fueled by his aggression so far, her fear is allayed when they both finally get into position. He’s not as gentle as Mike. And he’s definitely not as polite as Mitch; instead applying the sunscreen to her tits immediately. He seems to know the game, the lack of boundaries in touching her. But he’s still not rough. He just applies the sunscreen the way one might expect.

But that’s not quite right, either. Because while Pete applies the lotion all over her, he repeats the process several more times. At first, she just thinks that he’s savoring the chance to touch her. But he rubs his hands over her quickly. Eventually, she meets his gaze and everything clicks in place. He’s keeping her here. Pete wants Jodie to be spotted.

Jodie panics. She looks up and down the road as Pete applies the sunscreen to her back for the fourth time. Mentally, she tries to calculate when the neighbors will arrive home, as well as who else might roll by and when. “Please” she says urgently, facing him. “Can we do this by the lounger?” Pete glances up from her tits. There’s no reassurance in his eyes. They’re both acutely aware of who has the power here.

“I-If you” she begins. “If I what?” He asks mockingly. “You don’t want to be seen? You want to go back to your chair? You want to tease me all day?” There’s venom in his voice, but he doesn’t lecture her; doesn’t tell her she shouldn’t have come out in her bikini. And that’s what helps her piece him together. Pete’s not trying to teach her a lesson. He's sadistic at this moment, but she doesn’t think it’s out of evil intent. Pete’s in pain. He must’ve had blue balls all day. Grabbing one of Pet’s hands, Jodie places it on her mound. “Take me to the lounger and I’ll fuck your brains out”.

This seems to satisfy Pete. He places his hand on the back of her neck and steers Jodie over to the lounger. Jodie sighs in relief a bit. Had she been spotted, it would have been bad. But had she not gotten Pete to fuck her after he asked? If she had been wrong about him being in pain and Pete was intentionally sadistic, instead sending her back to Fred with an unfulfilled request? It would have been much worse. Fred was always able to tease every detail out of her with a vibrator and some rope. And his punishments could be so much worse and more complex than the simple belting she got earlier.

On their way to the lounger, Pete looks over his shoulder and whistles. “Yo Mike, get over here and record this”. Christ, she thinks to herself. More evidence of her being a wanton slut for these strangers. For such a big guy, Mike can move fast, and he reaches the chair almost at the same time as Jodie and Pete. Unfastening his belt, Pete lowers his jeans and pulls out his cock. He’s not as large as Mitch, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“C-can I blow you first” Jodie implores with a pleading voice. She tries to come across like she really wants his cock in her mouth. Really, Jodie is trying to buy herself more time. Mike had gotten her incredibly wet. But that was two hours ago. She isn’t dry exactly, but she’s not sopping wet, either. She worries about the potential lack of lubrication. If she can suck Mike’s cock, she can at least wet it while also masturbating in an attempt to get herself slick again.

Pete lowers the head of the lounger and lies down on it, his cock pointing up to the hazy sky. “No” he says. “You can fuck me”. And so Jodie straddles Pete, but she doesn’t impale herself. She's not completely out of options yet. Rather, Jodie licks three of her fingers and uses them to wet herself between her lips. Then, she pushes Pete’s cock forward toward his tummy, spreads her pussy, and settles it on the underside of Pete’s cock.

Jodie spends a few minutes sliding up and down on Pete’s dick. She also licks her finger and wets her nipples, scratching them softly with her short nails. This is partially to try to arouse herself, but mostly to distract Pete from the lack of fucking. She tries to keep this process up, but Pete isn’t buying it. “I said fuck me” he tells her, his hands behind her head. “You know, my cock inside your pussy” he asks with a mocking tone.

Jodie stops sliding and takes a moment to collect herself. She’s still not as wet as she would like, but this day has been anything less than ideal. So she lifts herself up a little and again licks her fingers. This time, she wipes the spit on the entrance to her pussy. She also takes a moment to spit on the head of Pete’s cock, rubbing the saliva around it.

It takes her a bit to get him inside her, but eventually Jodie has Pete’s cock head nestled inside her pussy. Pete sighs a little, some of the tension finally leaving him. It’s been months since he’s gotten any bush, and the snug fit of Jodie’s slit as she lowers it around his turgid cock is a great way to give up celibacy. After a bit, Jodie finds a comfortable position, her feet tucked under Pete’s legs and her hands on his chest as she leans forward.

Pete enjoys the sights and sensations of Jodie as she fucks him. The warm squeeze of her pussy is delicious, as is the way she gently bites her lower lip as she slides up and down his length. This and other signals tell Pete that she's either enjoying it or doing a pretty decent job of faking. Meanwhile, Jodie doesn’t think that Pete will last for more than a few minutes, given the hours long teasing she’s put him through. However, he soldiers on for several minutes, even as she tries different speeds, and angles.

What Jodie doesn’t know is that Pete is a self-styled gentleman. It’s probably both intentional as well as unconscious, but Pete simply can’t cum with a woman until she has finished first. It's led to some unfulfilling one night stands, but the mental and physical block remains, no matter how good it feels. And Jodie feels pretty fucking awesome. So, he begins to stroke her nipples softly. Then he tries a firmer touch. And then it’s on to stroking her clit as she bounces on his fat cock. None of his usual moves to get a girl to cum seem to be working, or even getting a reaction out of Jodie. And so, Pete begins to think she may be faking.

But truthfully, Jodie is loving this. Thankfully, she wasn't as dry as she worried she would be, and she's been feeling her wetness gradually build with her enjoyment. Frankly, Jodie has needed to be filled like this all day. Especially after the long oral session from Mike. Then there were the other guys and their watchful eyes, being nude outside, even the possibility of being caught by a neighbor. These were all of the private little teases Jodie's been forced to endure all day. And their sum is so much greater than their parts. Still, Jodie knows as she did before that she’s not going to get there. So she winces when Pete pulls her down closer to him. “You gonna cum for me” he orders more than asks.

8

Mike, who for this entire time has been standing by quietly filming, finally speaks up. “U-um Pete. She can’t cum. Not unless she gets fucked in the ass, that is”. Jodie squeezes her eyes shut as she hears herself being outed this way. Pete doesn’t seem any more surprised than Mike did. Instead, he gently brings her even closer to him, realizing again how feckless Mike could be. As he studies her eyes, he speaks to Mike. “Well, then fuck the lady in the ass, man” Mike, who looks like he hadn’t even considered it, begins to ask Jodie for consent. Before he can get the first word out, Jodie turns her head and locks eyes with him, nodding. “Go slow and use the sunscreen. But please fuck my ass, Mike”. She realizes halfway through this matter-of-fact pleading that she isn't just begging Mike, she's doing it in camera.

Mike wavers for a moment, trying to stop himself from cumming in his pants again. Dropping his phone on the ground, he again moves quickly. Positioning himself on the lounger, Mike kneels behind Jodie and straddles Pete’s legs. Getting his cock out of his pants, Mike reaches for the sunscreen and grabs it off the ground. Squirting a lot on his dick, he rubs it around. As he does so, Mike thinks of television static and baseball facts and anything else besides Jodie’s slightly parted ass cheeks and the way she moves on Mike’s cock.

After massaging the last of the sunscreen on Jodie’s little asshole, Mike slowly presses his heavily lubricated thumb into the tight orifice. Working it in and out, he can feel Jodie trying to relax herself as she continues fucking Pete. After a few minutes, Mike feels less likely to bust at the slightest breeze, and so raises himself up a bit, lining his cock up with Jodie’s asshole.

Sensing what is going on after the removal of Mike’s thumb, Jodie slows down to let Mike enter her. Pete doesn’t like this, and he pushes Jodie’s hips up a bit. Once raised, he begins to power fuck Jodie from the bottom. Jodie moans out loud at the intensity of the fucking and works harder to remain still. After a few more moments, she feels Mike’s cockhead at her asshole and bares down to help him get in.

Remembering Jodie’s instructions, Mike pushes forward. At first he's too gentle and doesn’t make any progress. Redoubling his efforts, he pushes a little harder and is eventually rewarded with entry into Jodie’s ass. It feels amazing, and he rests for moment, both to savor the warm, wet tightness, and to keep himself from releasing too soon. Slowly, Mike begins to fuck Jodie’s ass. It takes him a few tries, but he fairly quickly gets the rhythm down, alternating thrusts with Pete so that one man is always inside Jodie.

Jodie, much like Pete, has been celibate for some time. Not from regular intercourse, obviously, but certainly from double penetration. There’s a wonderful pain in it; having two men in her at the same time. And their combined moans drive her wild. Neither man seems to have any apprehension at being loud, each grunting and moaning. Jodie moans along with them, their combined cries a choir of delighted agony. It’s exquisite; being fucked by these two men she’s only just me, especially after a day like this. Pete even slides his fingers down to her clit and gently strokes it, casting her further adrift in an ocean of torment.

From these choppy waters Jodie distantly hears Mitch’s voice ask “can you help me with this”. The words echo for an eternity before finally registering. Jodie lazily opens her eyes and sees Mitch standing in front of her, straddling the head of the chair. She eventually notices his cock above her face. It’s hard again and standing prominently out from his open pants. She tries to speak, but Jodie’s all grunts and groans, unable to get any words out. So, as the men rock her back and forth on the lounger, Jodie rises up a bit from Pete. Then she her mouth wide and sticks her little wet tongue out as far as she can. She looks up at Mitch with the same pleading gray eyes he saw earlier.

Mitch steps toward her open mouth. And just a moment later, Jodie finds herself airtight. She’s never been here before, never had every one of her holes in service of three cocks at the same time. It’s been a fantasy, for sure. Spending the summer before her Sophomore year of college obsessively watching PornHub videos of DPs turning into gangbangs. Describing every dirty detail to Fred while he fucked her in hard, passionate missionary. Spending weeks with Fred trying to coordinate a meet up with multiple men only to be ghosted. Resigning herself to it never happening. And now, suddenly, and without a hint of effort, Jodie's getting gangbanged on her front lawn.

While Jodie loses her mind, Mitch gets into rhythm with his guys. He had let Jodie lick him for a bit, sure, but they both knew what was going to happen. And sure enough, Mitch now holds Jodie’s head in his hands as he fucks her throat. She coughed and gagged at first, but eventually she was able to relax her throat enough to allow another man, another stranger, to have his way with her.

The crew fucks her as one, singular organism. One which thrusts in and out of Jodie with wanton disregard for her pleasure or even comfort. They don't treat her like she’s a piece of meat, the guys fuck her like she’s not even there. Even Mike is caught in the gangbang's spell, his gentle demeanor long since fallen to the wayside as he now grunts ferally while fucking Jodie’s ass hard and fast. But the disregard for Jodie and its resulting pain only amplifies her pleasure, and the crew very incidentally carries her toward her inevitable orgasm.

Another eternity later, Jodie feels Fred's watchful presence. She opens her eyes, but can’t move or say anything. All agents are busy assisting other customers. Instead, she fixes her eyes on him as the crew fills her up. Fred’s holding a six pack of beers with one hand while taking a phone video or picture with the other. She glances up at Mitch again, but if he notices Fred, he doesn’t seem to care. He just continues feeding her cock.

Meanwhile, maybe as predicted, Mike becomes the first to lose control first. He had been doing great, his mind just television static. But suddenly, a thought worms its way in: he's no longer a virgin. His cock is fully inside another person for the first time ever. And very quickly, Mike finds himself on the wrong side of the point of no return. He tries to stop, tries to hold back. But his resistance just pushes him closer and closer to climax. So, launching his final assault, Mike thrusts as deeply into Jodie's ass as he can, to the very hilt. His moaning is deep and guttural as he cums hard inside Jodie's tight little ass. What Mike doesn't know, couldn’t know, is that his orgasm would set off an unstoppable chain reaction.

The feeling of Mike forcefully and suddenly stopping his thrusts breaks the fuck trance Jodie has been in, ripping her out of her meditation of pain and pleasure and forcing her into the present. All she can focus on now is the fullness in her ass and Pete’s fingers on her clit. Jodie can’t scream, but her throat does make a kind of wet, spasming, and gagging groan on Mitch’s cock. As it does, she drools heavily and takes short, hard breaths through her nose. Jodie's pussy tightens up hard just before she has the biggest, most well earned orgasm of the day.

Under her, Pete realizing what's happening and that he's finally been greenlighted to cum, begins power fucking the now frozen Jodie once more. During the thrusts in which Jodie’s pussy is seized up, Pete feels like he’s fucking a stereotypical virgin. The tightness eventually overwhelms him, and Pete has to stop moving. Jodie’s eager, seemingly ceaseless orgasm then starts to milk Pete's cock into the beginnings of cumming, and he starts to share in with Mike's cries.

During this initial stage, Pete's orgasm is slow to start; his cock motionless as Jodie flexes around it. For a moment, Pete is afraid he is somehow stuck here, and that his orgasm will never begin. But just moments later, he feels Mike's cock as it pulses from within Jodie’s asshole, slightly out of sync with her pussy. The exquisite agony of this new taboo sensation hotwires Pete’s orgasm. He grabs Jodie's waist and finally, joyously has his release as he cums alongside her and Mike. Weeks of semen are milked from Pete’s twitching cock and are happily received by Jodie’s waiting pussy.

It’s not long after that the sights and sounds of the simultaneously cumming trio leads Mitch to his own orgasm. Watching and hearing his crew bust inside Jodie was more than enough, but the addition of her increased gagging, swallowing, and groaning on his cock seals Mitch’s fate. Before he begins to ejaculate, Mitch withdraws his cock from Jodie’s throat, ensuring every spurt lands on her soft tongue. He’s not quite as loud as the other guys, but it’s very clear what’s happening. Not everyone’s orgasm ebbs at the same time, but they all eventually do, everyone just holding still for a moment. And then Mitch slowly pulls his cock out of Jodie’s mouth and takes a step back.

It’s dead quiet. The only sounds come from the crickets and the nearby freeway. And then Jodie laughs. It’s a little giggle at first, but eventually everyone joins in. Even Pete, finding his balls a lot less full, laughs heartily. Helping the other men slide out of her, Jodie climbs to her feet and is all smiles, so happy with how this strange day has led her to realizing one of her biggest fantasies. Jodie makes her way closer to where Mitch stands. She drops to her knees, knowing what Fred would require of her.

Reaching for Mitch’s dick with one hand, she gestures for Pete and Mike to join them with the other. As the other men get into position, Jodie uses her soft hands to gently press any remaining cum out of Mitch’s cock, working from base to tip with her thumb on the underside of his shaft. Mitch moans softly as Jodie looks up at him, a happy grin on her face, and squeezes the cum onto her waiting tongue. After she finishes, she gently licks Mitch’s entire cock clean before helping him get it back in his pants. Jodie then moves around in a half-circle on her knees, stopping in front of the rest of the crew one at a time. As she does so, she's acutely aware of Mike and Pete's cum, along with her own juices, running down her thighs. Jodie continues with Pete and then Mike, attending to each man’s cock in the same caring manner she showed to Mitch.

Finally, Jodie rises to her feet and walks over to Fred. She kisses him and grabs the six-pack container and a bottle opener from his hands. Walking back to each member of the crew and then Fred, she opens the beers and hands them off. Mitch takes a sip and exclaims “oh, this is the good stuff”, causing the group to chuckle. Jodie leans into Mitch’s side and he puts a big arm around her shoulder.

As the men enjoy their beers, the group chats like five friends. They discuss the road work, how long Fred and Jodie have lived in their home, the summer heat, and other superficial topics. Everyone ignores Jodie’s nakedness and the recent gangbang. Eventually Jodie shivers, the air taking on a chill as the sun continues setting. Mitch says that the crew had better head out and Pete and Mike nod.

Before they can take a step, though, Fred asks Jodie if she has thanked the men for helping her with the sunscreen. Jodie realizes that she hasn’t. So, she steps up to Mike and looks up into his soulful hazel eyes. Thanking Mike sincerely, Jodie then rises to tippy toes, and before she wraps her arms around his neck, she guides Mike's hands to her pert butt. She then spends the next several seconds slowly, deeply kissing him. It’s definitely not a friendly peck, and Jodie repeatedly slips her tongue well into Mike's mouth while she kisses him. She gently but very persistently guides him during the kiss, encouraging him to use his tongue to return it in the same way. Finally releasing him, Jodie steps up to Pete and then Mitch in turn, repeating this same slow and deliberate show of gratitude. As she French kisses them, each man is keenly aware he can taste the salty remnants of the crew's combined cum on Jodie’s curious, insistent tongue.

Once the crew is finally released, Mike and Pete walk back to the truck. Meanwhile, Fred swaps numbers with Mitch so they can trade pictures and videos of the day’s events. Then, the couple watches as the road crew departs. Leading Jodie back inside, Fred barely gets the door closed before he's on her. It takes Fred the better part of the next hour to fully reclaim Jodie, reaffirming his ownership slowly, purposefully, one hole at a time.

After helping her to wash off the sunscreen and body fluids in the shower, Fred settles Jodie down on the couch in her fuzzy green bathrobe, its dinosaur head hood resting around her shoulders. A few minutes later, Fred comes back to her carrying big bowls of macaroni and cheese. They eat them while watching a few episodes of Jodie’s favorite show. During the opening credits of the third episode, Fred looks down at Jodie and sees her lightly snoozing.

Rousing her gently, Fred helps a very tired, very sore, sun-drenched Jodie get ready for bed. A bit later, she lies on the bed in her favorite pajama pants and one of Fred’s old college t-shirts. Before joining her, Fred pulls the covers up and tucks her in. “Next Thursday” Fred says to Jodie as he turns off his bedside lamp, “a tree crew is supposed to come by to trim the branches near the power lines".

As Jodie drifts off, she smiles to herself, realizing they’re going to need a lot more sunscreen.

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