It was Saturday and time for monthly car maintenance. I hated this chore but it was one that took two people, so I had to drive the car to the garage and when I was ready to leave, I always called James to come pick me up. I needed the oil changed, realignment of my tires, lubricate the chassis and a tune-up. My regular garage was closed for because they needed a vacation so I had to go to a new shop. I told James where I was going and that our usual auto shop was closed for the week. I got in my car and said, "I'll call you when I'm ready to be picked up."
He was reading the paper and drinking coffee and he nodded and said, "okay, I'll be waiting for the call."
It was summertime and the humidity was unbearable so I had on a hater-top and a very thin skirt with nothing on underneath. I hate to sweat and in this weather the only way to prevent that is to wear as little as possible or nothing at all. I turned the air conditioner up full blast. It was only a ten-minute drive from the house.
I got there just as the shop was opening. There were only the mechanics there; the manager hadn't yet arrived. There were three of them. One was putting new tires on a car probably left over from the day before; he was real cute, about thirty-five years old, maybe five feet ten inches tall, curly black hair, deep green eyes, built like a football player with all his gear on. Another one was having coffee; he too was sort of sexy in a different way. His blonde hair that touched his neck; he looked about twenty-seven years and had brilliant blue eyes. The third was an excellent example of the most beautiful black man I ever saw. About six feet tall, he was slim and in good shape. He was probably about thirty-five with piercing brown eyes and a smile that wouldn't end. His chest was strong and his arms looked as if he worked out daily; his stomach definitely had a six pack. His smile was true and it showed in his eyes. He was soft spoken and he is the one who approached me and said, "Can I help you, ma'am?"
"Yes, I need some work done on my car. I need the oil changed, realignment of my tires, the chassis lubricated and a tune-up. Could you tell me how much that would cost and how long it will take?"
"Well, ma'am, I'm sorry, but I don't do that kind of stuff, you telling you how much it costs; I just fix 'em." And he smiled at me
"Oh, well, who can tell me the cost and how long it will take?" I asked, sweat already beading up on my neck.
"Tom, the manager can tell you that when he gets here." He told me.
"Well, what's your name?" I asked, with a smile on my face and ideas in my in my head. My pussy was getting wet just looking at these three beautiful specimens of men.
"Derek, ma'am." He replied with a sheepish grin.
"Well, Derek, do you have any idea how long until Tom will be here?" I ask, while wiping a trickle of sweat from my breasts.
"No, ma'am, he keeps odd hours. But if you want to wait, you can do so inside where it isn't so hot. Don't want your delicate skin to get burned by this early morning sun." He glanced at my breasts when he spoke.
I smiled, "Well, thank you, Derek, it might be a little more comfortable inside; I think I will take you up on that."
I got my purse out of the front seat and followed him into the store. As we walked past the other two fine specimens I smiled and wiped another trickle of sweat from my brow. They watched as Derek and I entered the waiting room.
I took a seat and soon the blonde was there. "Good morning, ma'am. I just made a fresh pot of coffee would you like some while you're waiting for Tom?"
"Mmmmmm, that sounds good; thank you" I said with a smile. "What's your name?"
"Peter, ma'am." He said as he blushed.
"And what is that mechanic's name, the one over working on the tires?" I asked.
"Sterling, ma'am, he does wheel balancing, breaks and new tires." He told me.
"And what is your specialty?" I asked him.
"I do lube jobs and oil changes, ma'am." He said as he blushed.
Oh yes, he was a beautiful man! I could feel his touch through those luscious blue eyes and I knew he wanted to touch my breasts. I even wishfully hoped he could smell the hot juices spewing out of my pussy.
He turned and left the room on his mission to serve me coffee. I used that opportunity to sit in a very provocative position in the chair. I loosened my halter-top and pulled my skirt up to just below my crouch. When Peter returned it was obvious he had been thinking about what he wanted to do to me. His pants had this wonderful bulge in them. His hands were shaking as he handed me the coffee and I thought, "Oh this is good, he's going to drizzle coffee on me and then he'll have to touch me."
I reached for the coffee and sure enough he was so nervous that a few drops spilled on my leg. He turned red and tentatively reached down to wipe the hot liquid from my leg and at the same time was apologizing, "Oh ma'am, I'm so sorry, let me clean that up for you."
His hot hand touched my leg and electricity shot through my pussy. I reached for his hand and guided it towards the liquid spewing from my pussy. "Mmmmmm," I moaned, "you need to dry this spot up first, " I whispered into his ear.
He lifted his head and looked me in the eye and said, "Oh, yes ma'am!" and I watched as the bulge in his pants grew.
I reached over and felt it and more juices flowed into my hot pussy. I leaned back in the chair and spread my legs. Then I unzipped those not tight jeans and pulled out a dick about eight inches long that was pulsing as if it were already pumping me full of his hot cum.
"Oh my god," he swore, I have never seen a shaved pussy before; that is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he whispered as he asked, "can I eat it first? I've always wanted to eat a shaved pussy. I can smell how hot you are and I want to taste those juices."
"You can use my pussy any way you want," I told him.
He licked his lips and the next thing I knew he was licking me like a hot dog laps up water. My clit was going wild and before I knew it I came like an electric wire had been connected to my clit. It was convulsive and strong. He lifted his head and smiled at his accomplishment then he started stroking his penis. It was already hard, but as he stoked it, it seemed to grow another inch. I reached out and guided it into my waiting pussy. As the large mushroomed head penetrated the lips I pushed my hips towards his body. His head was so big I could feel it tear my skin. It was hot and hard and it filled the entire being.
I gave myself completely to this beautiful feeling of surrender and lost myself in his perfect body and the wonderful fuck he was giving me. I was enjoying Peter so much that I didn't see Derek and Sterling enter the room. The next thing I felt were two mouths exploring my breasts. Licking and sucking and my nipples were responding very happily. And I took a deep breath; relaxed and let them have at it. Peter was pumping me faster and faster and when he came, exploded like a cannon in my hot pussy. I wished James had been there to clean me up. But alas, we were just getting started.
Peter withdrew and Derek reached down, lifted me out of the chair with those strong arms of his and gently placed me on the carpeted floor. I think Sterling placed a pillow under my head. Derek unfurled the largest penis I had ever seen. It must have been twelve inches long. And it was thick too, maybe four inches. When he knelt between my legs and put the massive head to my pussy she relaxed to let him force his instrument into her. And force he did. My pussy was not use to such a large tool. As he pushed his way through the already open gateway I was torn once again, this time it was painful but delicious; the hotness from the pain was, in some weird way, very soothing.
Derek must have known how much he tore my insides because he was very gentle as urged my dripping pussy to stretch enough to let him have his pleasure with me. With the little strength that I had left in my body after Peter's astounding fucking I willed my pelvis to reach forward and hold onto the massive piece of meat that was gaining entrance to my being.
