Chapter 9
Jacqui stood under the shower, letting the gushing water run all over her luscious body. Every hot droplet stung her skin and stimulated her. She turned slowly under the stream, thrilling to the way it tickled and ran between her titties, then worked lower across the rounded dome of her belly and into the tangled mat of her blonde bush.
She took her washcloth and slowly dragged it back and forth over her most sensitive flesh. She shivered in spite of the hot water as she turned herself on, rubbing over her clit and even shoving a bit of the washrag into her pussy and jerking it out fast. It wasn't a cock, but it still excited her.
"Hey, Jacqui, I'm outta here. See you tonight," called Larry.
"What?" She pretended not to hear him over the rush of the water. She had come home after the screwing of her life. The convenience store clerk had fucked her, poured chocolate all over her snatch and licked it off, then things had really gotten hot. They had gone into the cooler buck naked. She thought the guy was crazy, but quickly found out how exciting it could be fucking in near-freezing temperature.
It made every touch of his sizzling cock all the more thrilling, so that he wanted to hide his pecker as fast as possible in her steamy interior. They had clung to each other the entire time they were fucking their brains out.
Then they had gone back into the store. He had stuffed part of a jelly donut into her pussy and eaten it out-eaten her out. Jacqui was not even certain when they had stopped their sex marathon. Over and over they had gotten it on, then he had simply left with her, never looking back as he left the store.
"Wish I could get a copy of those surveillance camera tapes," she sighed.
"What's that, Jacqui?"
"Nothing, nothing," she said. The blonde had been turning herself on thinking about how a real man fucked her. Larry was dull and boring.
She had learned there was a wide world out there and she wanted it all!
Jacqui stuck her head under the shower and washed herself off completely. When she got out, Larry had gone. Fine. She toweled herself off, moving the towel slowly and carefully over her damp body. Every time the fluffy soft towel brushed over the tips of her breasts, a sensual thrill rolled through her body like the echo of distant thunder.
Then she got down to really exciting towel work. She looped the towel between her legs and slowly pulled it up, then back. Faster and faster she moved, dragging it around until she was panting with stark lust. Jacqui stopped when she realized she was beginning to get flushed and sweaty again.
"I need more than a towel if I want to get off," she said to herself. The blonde froze when she heard the door to the bathroom opening. Larry stuck in his head.
"Hey, Jacqui, don't forget to take the car to the garage. It took forever to get the appointment. You'd think those guys were doctors or something."
As aroused as she was and as needy for cock as she was, she couldn't turn on her own husband. He closed the door, never giving her voluptuous nakedness a second look.
"Taken for granted," she decided. "There's not another guy out there whose cock wouldn't turn into a steel rod seeing me like this." Jacqui stood in front of the mirror, then wiped away the fog. She cupped her breasts so the nipples stood out like red, pointing fingers.
"Great titties," she commented. "And a nice ass." She bent over slightly, tightening the muscles in her buttocks. Then she hiked one foot up to the sink and swung her knee around to expose her cunny to her reflected gaze. Her hand stroked over the fluffy bush, then the middle finger dipped into the churning well of her desires.
She shivered and then sighed. "No good. I need to find somebody who'll give me what I need." She smiled as she studied her lewd pose in the mirror. It wasn't going to be hard finding someone hard, not with a come hither figure like hers.
Dressing quickly, she jumped in the car and drove to the garage. The quicker she finished here, the sooner she could go prowling for what she really needed. The movie theater was a possibility. To the beach? Maybe, but it was getting late. To fuck in public turned her on, but she wanted to be sure she could get off. Cops had odd ideas about public decency and would probably stop her, even if she offered them a blow job.
"Nice car," the mechanic said, wiping his hands on a rag. But he wasn't looking at the car. He was checking her out.
"Needs a closer examination," she said, liking the looks of the mechanic. He was an older guy, but that excited her. He might know things she hadn't learned yet.
"like what?" the mechanic asked.
"Oh, you ought to shove your dipstick in and check for fluid levels," she said, walking around the car. She bent over, her pert ass tight under the jeans she wore. Wiggling her butt just a little got the man's attention. Jacqui could tell from the way his overalls tented up at his crotch.
"There ought to be a dipstick in the car already."
"The only dip ever in the car is my husband," she said.
The mechanic laughed. "Let's get it up on the rack and see what we can do."
"You can give me a lift any time," Jacqui said. She watched as the mechanic pulled the car onto the pneumatic rack, an idea coming to her. Pulling her red knit tank top from the waistband of her jeans, she walked around and shoved the lever to lift the car.
"Hey, I'm supposed to do that!" the mechanic called, still behind the wheel of the car.
Jacqui jumped in beside him and rode to the top of the piston. They were a good six feet off the ground-and out of view of anyone casually walking through the garage.
"Show me how you would adjust something out of synch," she said, her voice husky. She stripped off her red knit tank-top, letting her pendulous boobs swing free. She had the mechanic's undivided attention.
"Looks like this needs to be examined," he said. "A good mechanic knows how to listen to the equipment." The man bent over, his lips brushing lightly over the tips of her boobs. Jacqui shivered with delight as his lips closed on the left nip and started sucking.
"Yes, oh, yes!" She purred like a cat.
His tongue lashed out and took her by surprise. It had been gentle pressure, and then it turned rough. And she loved it. Jacqui reached down and found the seat release. She fell backward so she was stretched out.
He never strayed from his delightful feast on her titties. He gnawed on one rubbery tip, then moved to the other. Every time he sucked or nibbled or licked, new tremors of desire lanced into her chest. She was filling with liquid fire.
And she wanted to combust.
"I want to see how you stroke," she said. "Let's see how your fleshy piston works in my cylinder."
The sexy blonde wiggled as she worked off her tight jeans. She shifted and turned and stretched like a snake until she got the jeans down around her ankles. Before she could reach down to untangle her feet, the man was on top of her, pressing her into the car seat.
"Leave 'em," he said. Knees on either side of her hips, he reached down and unzipped his overalls. Her eyes widened in pleasure when she saw he wasn't wearing anything underneath. His cock snapped up and bobbed around.
"In the glove box. Something for you cock so you can check out my box," she said.
He turned and got out a rubber from a strip of them. In a few seconds, he was sheathed and ready for action.
She tried to spread her legs wide apart to accommodate his huge dick, but with her ankles tangled up in her jeans, she couldn't.
She started to protest and then lost her voice. His mouth crushed into hers. His tongue danced around hers, and then she forgot even this oral stimulation. He dropped down. She felt his hairy balls rubbing against her upper thighs, then sinking between.
When he slid forward another few inches, hot and hard cock banged against her blonde-rimmed slit. She moaned softly. He kept up the pressure, his cock insistently moving into her aroused pussy. Pinned down, she wasn't able to shove her hips down and get him entirely within her.
The teasing entry was driving her wild with lust.
"Do me, do it now! Fuck me!" she cried out.
He kept moving with deliberate slowness. His cock slipped another inch into her oily pussy. And then another and another, until he was all the way into her cunt.
"So big, so big," she sobbed out. "You fill me to overflowing."
"Now it's time to test the equipment," he said. "I recommend a road test. Fast. Over rough road."
"Do it!" she cried.
She hunched up to meet his inward pressure, but as her ass came off the car seat, he was already pulling back. Relaxing a little, the excited blonde felt the thickness leaving her. How she wanted more.
Jacqui got it in a single long, powerful thrust that rattled her teeth. He drove in hard, his hips rotating in wide, stimulating circles before he pulled out. She clutched at him, trying to keep him inside her pussy.
He was going to fuck her the way he wanted. When Jacqui realized this, she concentrated on enjoying what he was doing. She had started it. Now he was going to finish it.
She kicked and struggled to spread her legs wider, to take him even deeper into her cunt, but the jeans prevented it. Still, being tied up like this kept her pussy nice and tight around his cock. And she wasn't able to move much. This excited her strangely.
Her ankles tied, his weight pinning her, her sleek legs pressed tightly together-and his cock! She felt the passion bubbling inside, building on the liquid warmth from licking and sucking on her nipples.
"I love it," she gasped out. She kissed at his ear lobes, his neck, his hairy chest. He moved like an elemental force of nature. Just when she thought he couldn't fuck any faster or deeper, he did. His hips flew like they were driven by an engine.
And what a piston!
The long, hard hot fleshy man meat reaming her out sent blasts of sexual energy throughout her body. The heat from her tits flowed to her brain. The flames he stoked in her cunt were only a few seconds later reaching her head.
She came. Jacqui groaned and sobbed and cried out as the mechanic did his best to fuck her. She burned up between the legs. Her pussy was afire from her cunt lips all the way up to her cervix. And he kept her completely spread with his thick, power, long sex shaft.
"Fuck me more, fuck me more," she begged.
When he slid forward another few inches, sizzling hard cock banged against her blonde-rimmed slit. She moaned softly. He kept up the pressure, his pecker insistently moving into her aroused pussy. Pinned down, she wasn't able to shove her hips down and get him entirely within her.
The teasing entry was driving her wild with lust.
"Do me, do it now! Fuck me!" she cried out.
He kept moving with deliberate slowness. His cock slipped another inch into her oily pussy. And then another and another, until he was all the way into her cunt.
"So big, so big," she sobbed out.
"Now it's time to test the equipment," he said. "I recommended a road test before. How fast can you stand it?"
"As fast as you can go!" she cried.
She struggled up to meet his inward thrust, but as her ass came off the car seat, he was already withdrawing. Relaxing a little, the excited blonde felt the thickness of his wonderful pecker leaving her. How she wanted more!
How she needed more!
Jacqui got it in a single long, powerful thrust. He drove in hard, his hips rotating in wide, stimulating circles before he pulled out. She clung to him, trying to keep him from abandoning her pussy.
"I love what you do to me," she gasped out. She sucked at his ear lobes, kissed his neck, moved her tongue across his hairy chest. His hips flew like they were driven by an powerful motor.
He drove hard and fast into her heated pussy, tuning her like he would a finely manufactured machine. Lewd sucking sounds drowned out the whuppa-whuppa of the pneumatic pump holding up the car on the rack. Every time he pulled out of her clingy pussy, the head of his prick resting just inside the flaps of her labia, he paused. Then he slammed forward with all the energy locked within his body.
"Yes, yes," he gasped, hardly able to keep control as he fucked the willing blonde. Then the heat from his pecker blasted out.
Jacqui came. The mechanic came. Locked together, cock in cunt, they rocked back and forth. She hunched up to grind her pussy mound into his groin. His body pressed down hard against the huge mounds of her tits. And then their orgasms died down.
Panting, the man pushed up until his arms were straight. He stared down into Jacqui's eyes. She was still fuzzy from a fantastic fucking.
"More," she said in a husky voice. "Give me more." She tensed her pussy muscles, but felt his prick slide free. He had gone limp.
"More?" he asked. "You're insatiable!"
"Fix it, Mr. Fix-it!"
His mouth passed over her tits, licking and sucking, and then went lower. Jacqui scooted up on the seat so he could kneel in the foot well and shove his face between her legs.
Again, she tried to get her legs free and couldn't. But she quickly discovered this changed the way he ate her out. With her legs pressed together, he had to force his face down to her bush. When he did, she got new stimulation she had never experienced before. His stubbly cheeks rubbed her soft inner thighs.
And his tongue had to force its way between her legs to get to her cunt lips.
When his tongue actually entered her, she came again.
"Aieee!" She thrashed about until the car began to rock precariously on the rack. The man refused to stop licking over her clit and shoving his tongue as far up her fuck tunnel as possible.
Jacqui floated on a soft cloud of sexual satiation, then he pushed her off again. She experienced yet another orgasm. But this time, his mouth vanished from between her legs right away.
"No, no," she moaned. "Don't stop.
"Lady, you got the best tune-up I ever gave. I checked under the hood, I did a probe, I even sampled the coolant and oil with my tongue. Everything's better than good. I'd say you're in great shape!"
"You didn't check everything," Jacqui accused.
"What'd I miss?"
"Check out the rear," she said, flipping over on the seat and coming up to her knees so her bare ass cheeks waggled in front of him. It took him a few minutes, but he did. Delightfully. For both of them.