Oiling her Engine (Jenna in the Mid West, Part 3)

Jenna got a call at the motel the next afternoon. Her car was ready.

She prized herself out of bed and pulled on a clean T Shirt and a red thong, her last remaining pair of panties. She couldn’t wait to get to Shirley, her eventual destination and have some much needed RnR. Her whole body was aching from too much good sex. Young Jake had given her a good seeing to yesterday bent over the hood of her broken down car, and then she’d spent the night in jail with two horny cops fucking her every which way. They’d both had talented cocks, but that narrow cot had been damned uncomfortable. No, enough of the hot men in this town, she needed to get away to a warm bath, a comfortable bed and a washing machine.

She walked to the repair shop and was immediately faced with a vision for sore eyes, or should that be a sore pussy? The guy was over six foot of solid muscle. His white wife beater singlet sweatily clung to every muscle; six pack rippling through the thin cotton. His skin was brown and shining with sweat, tattoos adorning his bulging biceps. His overalls were stripped to his waist and in the gap between his pants and singlet she could see a line of hair snaking downwards. He didn’t appear to be wearing any underpants. Oh fuck.

He stood and looked at her, wiping a wrench with an oily cloth. His eyes darkened as they settled on the T-shirt stretched across her braless chest, and he smirked lazily. This guy was dirty in more ways than one. Her exhausted loins twitched into life once again. Shit, she didn’t think she could survive getting this turned on again. Can you die from having too much sex?

“Come to collect your car?” he drawled, wiping his hand across his broad chest.

Jenna swallowed, and croaked, “Yes.” She could feel her nipples puckering and pushing against her T-shirt as he looked at her.

“It’s over there,” he nodded, still not moving.

She turned round and walked over to her vehicle on wobbling legs, feeling his eyes on the tight denim of her backside.

The hood was still up and she looked inside at the engine, no idea of what she should be checking. Suddenly, he was beside her, the smell of musky sweat and engine oil assaulting her nostrils.

"Gasket head needed replacing,” he said in her ear, solid arm pressing against hers. She could feel her traitorous pussy get wetter as he spoke. It really couldn’t stand any more pounding, but the thought of what this guy had in his pants, what that line of hair led to, made her head spin. “Needed oiling up a bit too,” he murmured, voice deepening.

Her ass involuntarily swayed as she leaned into the car, and again she felt his eyes dragged to it. Her breathing quickened as, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him lick his lips. A large hand suddenly rested on one of her ass cheeks, and she melted into it, wiggling her bottom slightly.

She turned and faced him, eager nipples now fighting against the fabric of her T-shirt. She looked down at the massive bulge making a tent in his overalls. His hand closed over it and he smirked at her.

“Suck me off and I’ll give you a discount.”

She should have been mad but she was too desperate to see what he had in there. She sunk to her knees and he lent back against the car, hands gripping the edge of hood, muscles flexing. She grabbed hold of his overalls and tugged them down. His cock sprung out and upwards. She’d seen some big cocks in the last 24 hours but this one was huge. It was at least nine inches, probably more and his balls were small and tight. It was a magnificent sight. She was happy to just kneel for a while and feast her eyes, but he had other ideas. A hand came down and pushed her head towards him. She stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his cock so it bounced. He let out a loud groan and pushed her head closer. She hoped he’d quit doing that and leave her to it. She ran a finger up the hard shaft and then wrapped her hand around it with a firm grip and closed her mouth over the head. She could feel him hold his breath as she sucked him hard, and then took him into her mouth as far as she could get. He let his breath out in a loud gasp as his cock slipped out of her mouth and she licked round the head, now dripping with pre cum.

He reached down and roughly pulling at her T-shirt, yanked it over her head. He then grabbed his cock and rubbed the slippery head over her nipples, one at a time. She pressed her boobs together so he could press his cock into the soft channel between them. It obviously felt good. His glazed eyes were fixed on the head of his penis as it slid between her tits, and he groaned in time to its rhythm. She imagined what his tight ass must look like; muscles bunched as he ground his cock against her and reached down to pinch her nipples. His breathing became more labored and without much warning he cursed and squirted hot cum across her chest, just missing her face.

He pulled away from her, and his fist massaged his still hard cock for a moment, then he said, “Your turn,” and grabbing her waist pushed her against the car so she was sitting on the edge of the open hood. She kicked off her flip-flops, and he deftly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her legs, and over her feet. She was left naked apart from a tiny red thong. He clearly liked what he saw as his calloused hands ran over her skin and his lips clamped down on an aching nipple. He released her with a loud sucking noise and growled, “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll pass out.”

She nearly came right then and there, but gripped the edge of the hood, gritted her teeth and concentrated on holding out as long as possible.

He carefully placed her feet on the fender, one at a time, so her legs were spread apart, then his face hovered over her mound as fingers dipped beneath the thong, and stroked her dripping lips. His tongue lashed over the sopping cotton and she tried to grind her hips into his face, but he pushed her back with a strong hand. Something sharp was digging into her bottom but she didn’t care. He suddenly grabbed the thin cotton strand on her hip and ripping her panties off her, sunk his face into her pussy, his tongue pressing right into her.

“Oh my God, ” she cried, “that’s incredible!”

She writhed against him as his tongue pistoned into her, nose rubbing against her clit. Her moans were filling the repair shop, as his tongue continued its relentless attack. She gripped the edge of the hood even tighter and threw her head back as the first waves of orgasm started to hit, then a rough finger pushed inside her ass hole and she came so hard she saw stars.

It took her a while to come round, but once they had both got back into their clothes, she got into the car and started it up.

She had to get out of here. This town was killing her.