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Why She got Stuck For Me by Revmyengine

I had just woken up from a nap. It was early afternoon on a relatively cold winter day, and earlier I had been working in the garage to get a cabinet built for my dear wife, Karen. I had been out of town on business for a couple of weeks leaving Karen alone, and this was our first day to do something together in quite a while, and I was looking forward to an intimate time alone with her. I had come in late last night, making my way home just as the roads were getting bad. I entered the kitchen and walked over to the windows to admire the scene outside. The weather had cleared and it was bright and sunny. It was dead calm with no wind what so ever. Everything was white with snow, and last night a large storm had moved through the area, dumping over a foot of the wet stuff on the ground. What’s worse, the wind had blown all night long and had formed a sizable drift in our driveway just in front of the house.

I knew we weren’t going to be able to go out, as the driveway looked simply impassable, and started to think about having and intimate time with Karen. The view outside was beautiful with all the pristine white snow on the trees in the forest that surrounds our home. I marveled on the tranquility of the wooded, mountainous, remote location, as there is not a single home within several miles of us with our steep driveway winding through the trees for half a mile to the nearest road. I felt thankful that we have total privacy to do as we please and also for the fact that I managed to get home before the roads were closed due to the storm. Because of the steepness of our access road, it is hard to get up even in good weather.

I was opening the refrigerator when I heard someone in the garage trying to start a car. I opened the door and saw Karen in our old 85 Buick station wagon, which we use mainly for hauling things. I had no idea why she was trying to use that particular auto, as I couldn’t remember the last time she drove it. We each have new cars that are also located in our over sized, three-car garage, and there was no need for her to drive the gas-guzzler unless, of course, there was a problem with Karen’s new Cadillac Eldorado that we had just purchased last month. I had just recently replaced the battery and remember having changed the oil in the Buick and filled it with gas before I left on my business trip, and it seemed to be running fine then, except as usual it was hard to start. Now Karen appeared to be having trouble getting it started, too. I had a strong urge to divert her from starting the car so that we could begin a romantic event in the house, maybe next to a roaring fire. Taken back by what she was doing, I stood briefly in the doorway and listened to her crank the engine. She was not having much luck.

As I approached the car, she rolled down the power window and appeared visibly upset with not being able to get it started, or perhaps with me observing her trying to do so. I walked over to the side of the car standing next to her and watched as she continued to crank the engine. She was feverishly pumping the gas pedal by making large thrusts of it with her foot, I guess thinking it wasn’t getting enough gas to start. Quite the contrary, she clearly had it flooded, as I could smell the raw fuel that was repeatedly being forced into the engine. Apologetically she said. “I thought you were sleeping. I didn’t mean to wake you up, sweetheart. I just can’t seem to get this damn thing started.” I don’t know why but her stroking the gas pedal had an unexpected affect on me, and I was getting a little excited as she continued to perform the pumping action with her foot as she jerked the keys time and again to crank the car. Thank goodness for the new battery. I noticed that the garage door was closed, but didn’t think much of it. I wanted to ask her why she was trying to start the car, as it simply wasn’t possible to actually go anywhere. It was likely that she had other motivations that I wasn’t aware of yet, as Karen often exercised the engine when starting her car. All I knew was that I needed and wanted to be with her somewhere other than in the garage.

I exclaimed, “Can’t you smell the gas? You have it flooded, honey” and suggested that if she wanted to get it started to push the pedal down to the floor and then crank the engine. I leaned in the window and gave here a quick good morning kiss. As she looked back at me, she expressed her love, and then she did as I suggested, I guess intent on getting the stubborn engine to turn over. After a while the engine started to catch, but strained and sputtered, then started to grunt and run. It sounded awful. She seemed to instinctively start pumping the gas again in an attempt to force it to run, but immediately fouled the engine. It hissed and died, giving up with a loud bang as it backfired apparently because she had forced too much gas into the engine. The smell of unburned fuel coming from under the hood was stronger than ever, perhaps made more noticeable because I knew that the carburetor cover was missing the intake tubing. . I put my elbows on the window next to her and softly told her she would have to keep her foot on the gas until the car started turning over and then rev it up and blow it out to keep it running. She grabbed the steering wheel as she manipulated the keys while trying to turn it on. While cranking the engine she said, “I wanted to get the car outside for you sweetheart so you would have some room to work on the cabinets for me. Before you do that, though, I really would like for us to have some fun together. I missed you while you were gone. But give me a minute to try and get this thing started, would you? I am not very good at it.” She let go of the key, then pulled me further into the window and gave me a really wet kiss, tongue and all, a clear indication that she was ready for some action.

Karen mentioned how she never had a problem starting her new car by doing the same thing. Then I recalled that she always pumped the gas several times before starting the car and then goosing the big V8 engine of her new Cadi to be “sure that it started OK and stayed running for her”. On a cold day, she would repeatedly rev it up and down for several minutes, saying it would heat up faster for her. She really wasn’t afraid to gun it, too, even when it was just starting up. My mind wandered briefly as I remembered how she decided on buying the Eldorado. She specifically wanted the biggest, most powerful engine she could get and really liked the looks of the rear of a car with its big stylish taillights. After all, the car was large and safe, so I could understand her desire to have a full sized luxury car.

I recalled that while looking over the selection of cars in the Cadillac showroom, she commented on how stylish the four chrome-tipped tailpipes looked on the Eldorado and even started one on the dealer’s lot and listened to the sound of its engine while she revved it up and down several times. She went so far as to go to the rear of the car and told me to gun the engine while she listened to how it sounded. I had no clue why she was so interested in my doing that for her, but I would learn soon enough. I remembered her asking why the car had so many tailpipes. The salesman told her it’s because of the size of the engine and the stylish look of it. Like so many guys, I just thought she had some sort of fetish for the look and sound of cars with big engines and fancy exhausts. I even remember observing her through the rear view mirror as she squatted down behind the car after asking me to start it up to let her hear how it sounded. Oddly enough, after hearing and observing the Eldorado’s taillights and tailpipes as I stepped on the break and revved its big engine several times for her enjoyment, she decided to purchase the car, saying how much she loved the look and sound of the of the car. When the salesman asked what she thought, she simply said that it looked good. My attention was abruptly diverted back to her current efforts with the old station wagon when she begun turning it over again.

After she cranked the engine for a time, it finally caught on a cylinder or two, starting straining with throwing off the huge amount of excess fuel she had forced into it. As it began to run, I couldn’t help but notice the dense black smoke that starting emerging from against the wall on the far side of the car. Concentrating on what she was doing, Karen simply said “oh!” and pressed the gas to the floor, trying to goose it to start like she always did with her car. Still flooded, it immediately stopped running, again giving off a distinct hissing sound from under the hood. I was not sure the reason, but I was feeling pretty excited about the whole matter and there were butterflies in my stomach. After a long trip, I was actually pretty horny and her actions and problems she was having in getting the car going were turning me on for some reason. Then she asked if I minded waiting for her to start the car? I said, “of course not”, thinking the question strange. She said that when she did the same thing with her car it always immediately responded. This time I reached in the window giving her a long kiss and plenty of reason to hurry up. After kissing a few more times I asked, “Are you getting turned on by all this?” She managed a meek smile and said, “My Cadillac is never this hard to start and it always turns on for me”. I didn’t know if that was her idea of a play on words, or simply the truth.

I asked why the garage door was still closed, as I could clearly smell the pungent exhaust gases now. Karen said it was cold out and she usually opened it after she was sure that the engine would stay running. I asked if the smell bothered her, but she didn’t answer. I wondered if she didn’t actually like the smell of the exhaust. Maybe it turned her on for some reason. The smell of the poorly running station wagon was especially poignant while it was warming up. She tried to open the overhead door with the remote control, but no luck. I went over to open the double door for her.

Holding my breath, I walked around to the back of the car at the far side of the garage door where a some of the black smoke was still lingering and as my attention was drawn to the source of the pollution I just happened to notice some fumes as well as sooty water that was dripping out the end of the tailpipe onto the floor confirming how badly the car was mistuned and the extent of the carbon buildup in its exhaust system. I pulled open the door with the manual release to let the smoke clear out. I was stunned by the cold air outside, but noticed there was no wind whatsoever.

The really big 400 cubic inch eight-cylinder engine has a four-barrel carburetor. However, it has a single unsightly carbon-laden tailpipe that points straight out from behind the right rear wheel where it protrudes from the side of the car clear back near the bumper. It sticks out so far that the end of the tailpipe is even visible through the side mirror. I was often amused (and sometimes embarrassed) by observing in the side mirror the condition of the unsightly exhaust fumes when I had to push hard on the gas and gun the cold engine just to keep it going. Even the outside edge of the opening of the tailpipe is ringed with black because of the amount of soot created by its mistuned engine. The tailpipe is so obtrusive on these model station wagons that it usually gets mashed flat when the rear of the car bounces over curbs or backing out of driveways. The end of my car’s tailpipe is still round, otherwise it would really make noise as is the case when the gases are forced out of a restricted opening.

For some reason, my mind continued to wander as I thought the car could really use dual exhausts to handle the volume of gases that it can produce, having calculated once that it consumes 1/3 of the air in a one car garage each minute at 5000 rpm, and the backpressure caused by the restricted exhaust gases exiting the tailpipe at up to 300 mph made it extra loud and often attracts attention when the engine is gunned. But then, with dual exhausts we would have to deal with its dirty, smelly fumes on the driver’s side, too because the engine always stays choked up and struggles to keep running when it is cold, often making plenty of nasty smelling black smoke when started. I knew we would be dealing with a lot of noise and a smelly mess if she ever managed to get the thing going. I had no idea just how bad things were going to get.

It looked like Karen had already revved the engine hard enough to eject moist carbon from the pipe making an unsightly, sparsely populated circle of black specks on the white wall directly in front the tailpipe. There is not much clearance between the side of the car and the wall, about three feet at most, so it doesn’t take much to splatter the wall, and besides, the car is usually hard to start anyway making it necessary to give it a lot of gas and race the engine just to keep it going while at the same time forcing the choke to open up and allow more air into the engine. Anyway, I knew Karen liked to do that to her car after getting it started. And what a mess she had made, I thought to myself, but it looked like this was not the first time that this had taken place as there were other similar markings on the wall as well.

From behind the car I scolded her on how she had marked up the wall, but just the same that she would have to try harder to blow out the engine if we were to ever get it started considering how bad she had flooded it. I really wanted to see and hear more from her and the car since for some reason the entire episode continued to excite me. Karen got out of the car, walked to the back to see what I was talking about and stood next to me putting her arm around me as she looked at the wall. Then while staring down at the end of the tailpipe, again not to happy with things, she complained how the old car was hard to start and always made a lot of smoke after it did and she couldn’t help it. “I thought you never drive this car”, I said. Maybe I was mistaken, but I didn’t remember the wall being stained before I left on the business trip. I assured her it was no big problem and that she needed to try harder to keep it going after it starts. I reminded her that it probably had a lot of carbon build up that needed to be blown from the engine. We were starting to talk like getting the car started was going to be some sort of project for us.

Then Karen mentioned that she tried to move it several times last week while I was gone, but that she wasn’t able to keep it running being concerned by all the smoke it would make the few times she managed to get the engine to turn over. She commented on how her new Cadillac never made that much smoke even though she raced its engine to warm it up faster. I glanced over at the garage door at the rear of her car and noticed a build up of exhaust stains on the door that closed within six inches from the end of the tailpipes of the Cadi. I was surprised that Karen could accomplish that with her new car, but it looked mostly the result of condensate mixed with a small amount of carbon that was blasted against the door when she continually revved her engine to warm it up. In jest, I ridiculed her for making stains on the garage door, too.

I suspected she already had the muffler and tailpipe of the station wagon primed with soot and plenty wet with condensate from trying to start it over the past few weeks while I was away. I asked if she wanted me to start the car for her, but she said no, that she needed to learn how to get it going when it was flooded. She asked why the car put out so much smoke and if she could hurt the old engine by revving it up. I explained that the carburetor was messed up and that the excessive fuel that it forced into the engine was not getting completely burned resulting in lots of carbon buildup. I told her she needed to force more air into the engine to blow it out and burn it all off and to give it a try again. It was not good to leave the engine all gummed up like that. I assured her that she could not hurt the car trying to start it and revving the engine, but little did I know. Besides, I felt she always stressed her new car by repeatedly gunning its engine right after it started in support of her fetish of trying to make some amount of smoke with it. I always believed that she simply liked the feel and sound of a big engine, and figured she would enjoy playing with the Buick, considering the sounds the car would make when it struggled to keep running. But little did I know what her real motivations were to be.

With the garage door open, Karen was getting cold. “Let’s see if I can do it”, she said. “I’ve had trouble with it before”. “Try again and this time rev the engine good”, I said. “Hold the pedal to the floor until it starts and then make sure you force lots of air into the engine by revving it up to blow it out before letting up on the gas” I suggested, knowing that in the process Karen would force more of the wet, black soot out of the tailpipe and up against the wall, but there wasn’t much we could do about that. We pulled ourselves together at the hips and kissed yet again. I was already a bit hard and she could tell as I rubbed my chest over her breasts and kissed several more times before getting back to the business at hand. We found ourselves making a real project out of all this and, we were both excited about playing with the car and each other at the same time while talking about how to get it started and the mess it was likely to make when it got going. It was similar to talks we would have about messy sex, but how we did it anyway because of how good it felt. We caressed and pressed against each other for some time, working to keep each other warm, deep kissing and arousing each other sexually. I could tell Karen was sexually hot, but as I was to learn soon enough, it wasn’t completely in response to the for-play that we were having with each other. Karen also loved the sound of a car and her excitement with starting it up for the first time. I began to suspect that she was sexually aroused by the activity of playing with the engine of her car. She had a fetish for automobile exhaust.

Breaking off the heavy petting, I pointed down at the tailpipe and suggested that we get finished with the car as soon as possible. In an effort to arouse her further, I said “The car will make a lot of black smoke as it starts, so don’t be concerned with that or how hard you have to press on the gas to rev the engine and keep it running. Because of how the tailpipe is pointing at the wall, a lot of the smoke will stay in the garage even with the door open.” To demonstrate my point, I bent over and to be smart I rubbed my middle finger in the end of the tailpipe and scooped out some of the thick carbon black soot that had built up and showed it to her, saying, “This is why you need to blow out the engine. It’s the only way we’re going to get it cleaned out. You have it all gummed up and now the cylinders and exhaust system are caked with this stuff.” She said that it looked nasty, but didn’t hesitate to press hard against my cock as she examined my finger. She was breathing heavy now with excitement from our sexual stimulation and anticipation of what the car would be like when she got it started. Laughingly, I thought I could use a good blow job right about now.

Karen is normally a fairly timid person, and I figured she would have a problem with revving the engine hard enough to completely blow the carbon out of it, but I new I would enjoy watching her try because it seemed to turn her on so. It would be a good experience for her, nonetheless. I felt that if she treated it like she did her Cadi, she would do OK. She added, “I’ll see if I can blow it out good so watch that I don’t get any of it on you.” I figured she was right, as there would be plenty of goopy, carbon-laden water to excite me by spurting out the end of the pipe if she somehow managed to get it started. I was sexually aroused by the thought of watching her do it to the car and could hardly wait to hear firsthand the pulsating, gushing sound of the exhaust that she would be making considering her current state of mind and the condition of the engine. She was getting hot and would be determined and impatient at getting it done so that we could go in the house and get down to business, or so I thought. I knew she would show off for me by taking control of the car like she did when starting the Cadi that is if she could just get the old Buick started. I had it figured she would simply make little smoke and continuously stall the engine and I would have to take control and really blow it out for her while she watched in amazement at all the smoke it would make. Boy was I in for a surprise.

I moved back a couple of steps behind the car staying even with the side of it because I didn’t want to get the smelly carbon-laden fumes on my cloths but wanted a good look at whatever she was able to make come from it. At the same time, Karen got back behind the wheel, grabbed the keys that were still in the ignition, briefly looked over her shoulder to see that I was out of the way and turned the key to start the car, I hoped while holding the pedal to the floor. As she continued to crank the engine, I noticed a small amount of blue, black and white smoke gently puffing out of the end of the pipe and could only imagine what it would be like if she ever managed to get its big engine to turn over.

Wondering about how much black smoke it could make, I thought back several years ago when I was following her up our steep, winding driveway when she was driving the wagon and I had the old pickup truck from work. Karen had slowed down to a crawl and the Buick was really struggling just to get up the hill. Karen must have had the gas to the floor, and the engine was obviously choked up because it was continuously belching a powerful, pulsating stream of dense black smoke and burned oil as it labored up the hill. Twice it crawled to a stop when she negotiated a sharp turn even though she reported mashing the gas peddle to the floor trying to keep it going. At one point, Karen had to apply the breaks with her left foot while putting it in neutral and mash the gas with her right foot to blow it out to keep the engine from stalling. I remember how pissed off she was briefly looking over her shoulder at all the smoke it was making each time she struggled with it, gunning it several times to open the choke and clean out the engine as best she could, making an unsightly cloud of blue-black smoke in the process. I thought she was embarrassed by all the smoke she was making because she avoided looking back again although I could see her looking in the rear view mirror as the smoke drifted behind her car.

I was close behind her on another sharp right hand curve when it bogged down again, stopped and when she put it in neutral while working the gas to keep it going, it rolled back a bit before she could hit the brakes positioning her car sideways in front of me with her tailpipe belching the nasty looking smoke right at the front of my car. Holding the gas to the floor, she put it in park and tried to race her laboring engine to keep it from stalling. In the meantime, this time Karen looked over her shoulder at my car and noticed how she was thrusting her carbon laden exhaust against my windshield deflecting it up and over my car, which she thought was kind of amusing. In desperation, she kept the accelerator to the floor and over a period of several seconds the engine slowly revved up until she had the exhaust screaming out the end of her tailpipe directly at me. Staring back at me, she continued to rev her engine as hard as she could while I watched in amazement at all the smoke she was making, stunned at how rude she was blasting me with the nasty fumes the way she did. My heater was on vent and the caustic fumes were immediately sucked into my car filling the air with the smell of her poorly running engine. The blast from her tailpipe gradually increased in intensity as her engine was run up to max rpm causing the smoke to become brown in color as the exhaust system cleaned itself out, rust and all. Karen turned her body to the right, putting her arm on the top of the seat while staring at the rear of the car to get a better view of what she was doing to me. Then she let up on the gas for just a second and immediately slammed the accelerator quickly two times in succession to make sure that the engine would respond for her. Each time, blue-black smoke briefly gushed from her car as she pumped excessive gas into the engine and it worked hard to quickly regain speed as she demanded of it. I was astonished at the rocket-like sounds and sheer intensity of the gases jetting from her tailpipe. I was looking directly in the end of her pipe as she made it come for me. For some reason, that really turned me on and I could feel my cock jump as it suddenly got hard as a rock and I had a need to express my excitement.

I was so turned on by what Karen was doing with her car that I instinctively put my truck in park and repeatedly pumped my throttle to the floor and blew out my engine too, twitching my dick while glancing in the right side view mirror to verify that I was making plenty of smoke come from my tailpipe, too. When I looked back up, Karen was watching me perform by staring at the end of my tailpipe. I watched hers while she watched mine as we both pumped our engines making plenty of visible exhaust for each others enjoyment. In the process of blowing me off, she managed to eject a considerable amount of soot making an unsightly spray pattern of black carbon on the hood of my car. As we got started up the hill again, I glanced back and noticed I, too, had left carbon stains but mine were on the pavement, evidence that I was able to stimulate my engine to produce plenty of carbon for Karen during our exchange. I guess she was getting back at me for making her drive a car that was in such bad shape, or maybe she was just turned on by it all like I was and couldn’t help herself. We had fun exchanging insults with our exhaust. It was a weird exchange which was sexually stimulating for some reason.

It took some time to work our way up the driveway, with the Buick continuing to belch out black smoke almost the entire way. It turned me on to no end. After arriving at home and pulling into the garage Karen remained in the car motioning to me to walk over to her. She commented how startled I looked when she blew smoke in my face. She said she was just getting even with me. I insisted on having sex right away and waited for her to get out of the car. There was no time for that. We were both ready and proceeded to make mad, passionate love in the front seat. I distinctly remember that we were both at orgasm in a matter of seconds. Shortly after that experience, I had the car tuned up, but it seemed to be even worse off now than before. Nonetheless, I was ready to have sex in the front seat again any time now, if necessary.

Forcing my attention back to the problem at hand, based on her frustrations with the station wagon in the past, I had no idea how much longer Karen could hold out before giving up on getting it started. After about half a minute, having cranked it several times, the engine started catching, briefly gushing out a small amount of black smoke, and died. Karen immediately started cranking it again, pumped it a couple of times and the engine started sputtering then gradually, but slowly increased in speed with the weakened starting motor still engaged until she finally got the engine going just enough to eject a column of thick black smoke, dispersing as it hit the wall while at the same time flushing a small stream of thick filthy black condensate out of the tailpipe and onto the floor. Man, I thought, she has got this car is full of carbon. I was transfixed by the sight of it all, hoping that she would be able to keep it going, turned on by the muffled sound of the acrid smoke that was coming from the rear of the car right in front of me.

Committed to succeeding, she continued to crank it with the starting motor running for quite a while, then having some success with the engine trying to catch, cranking, and struggling with the motor coming in and out of service. Nonetheless, Karen was relentless, she continued cranking, forcing the engine to turn over and making a considerable amount of acrid black smoke that was gently spewing forth from the tailpipe indicating success in burning at least some of the gas that she continued to feverishly pump into the engine. By the sound of it and the smell of unburned gas I could tell the engine was flooded, misfiring and sputtering as it barely chugged along at low rpm, the starting motor winning up and down as the engine repeatedly tried to turn over, firing on only a couple of cylinders, struggling to keep alive as it tried to kick in from time to time. Still, she wouldn’t let up on it, I guess feeling she was close to getting it turned on.

After a time, the engine started running a bit better, and Karen finally gave the starting motor a break and she seemed to have limited control over the engine. I was staring at the pipe as huge amounts of sooty white fumes started belching out the end of it, still amazed at the sight of it all. Being careful, before revving it very high Karen let off the gas and then struggled to gently rev the car at real low speed several times almost stalling it out, but somehow managing to keep it running, all be it at low speed, with the dense white black exhaust pulsating from her tailpipe and making deep throaty chug, chug, chug, sounds as it misfired badly, polluting the air. I found myself getting hard as I could see her looking down at her foot, pumping the gas and struggling while forcing the misfiring engine up and down, cycling unsightly solid black exhaust into a white cloud of smoke as she manipulated the gas, for some reason never able to give the engine a chance to clear its throat. It was cold and damp out, and the exhaust was already hot enough to create a sizable cloud of white smoke as it exited the side of the car. It was a beautiful scene with the solid black stream of carbon pulsating with the white smoke. This was quite different than how she usually treated her Cadi, when she always took the first opportunity to gun the heck out of it when it first started, sometimes even looking in the rear view mirror or over her shoulder using her big, bright break lights to help see if she had succeeded in making any smoke come from her car. Now I knew why she always started the car with the garage door closed, because even with the new Cadi somehow she always managed to make some amount of visible smoke for her enjoyment. In the winter, she would open the garage door and get immediate satisfaction from all the white smoke cycling from her big engine into the cold, humid mountain air. On more than one occasion, Karen commented on all the smoke the big Cadi could make on a really cold day.

Her current activity with the Buick was quite different. It was like fore play before having sex, teasing the car, making it wait for her all out assault when she started blowing it out for real. Karen kept it chugging along, choked up and gasping for air, goosing it to accelerate the engine quickly, with the exhaust fumes looking more like that of a poorly tuned diesel truck than a gas engine. The torque caused by her repeated, quick shallow thrusts pumping excessive gas into her struggling engine was gently rocking the car from side to side as smoke continued to spew forth from the tailpipe in spurts each time she thumped it, the sight and sound of which now had me as hard as a rock. In its current condition, I was afraid that if she didn’t blow it out soon, it might stall out and as fouled up as she had it, we would never get it started again. The thick black smelly fumes continued to spew forth from the car as the choked engine tried to keep running for her while smoking to the point of clouding my view of the inside of the garage. I had to back way out into the deep snow to keep from being overcome by all the fumes.

It was an ugly scene, and Karen was not timid about noticing in the rear view mirror all the smoke she was making as it drifted out of the garage from behind the car and the bright sun illuminated the blue, black and brown cloud she was making in front of the pure white background of the snow bank that loomed in front of the garage door. For a period, Karen kept the engine struggling and continued to pump the accelerator in a slow, methodic rhythm. Finally, she just couldn’t stand her indirect view and turned her head to watch the cloud of fumes grow ever larger near the rear of her car. While the white smoke quickly dissipated, all the carbon she was creating hung in the air drifting out the garage door and growing ever larger as she continued to labor her engine. There was a look of contentment on her face, apparently transfixed by the sight and sound of what she was doing. She took no notice of me standing in the snow, just the smoke she was making. It was like she was getting satisfaction that she was unable to get from her Cadi regardless of how she tried to flood its engine and force smoke from its tailpipes against the garage door each time she started it.

The engine was clearly choked up, and she had to be giving it a lot of gas just to keep it revving up and down at low speeds like she was. I worked my way through the snow and walked over to the side of the car next to her. She continued looking at the rear of the car as she put the peddle to the floor and held it there but the engine would not respond to her demand, bogging down further, chugging and pinging profusely with the powerful sounding rapidly pulsating solid black exhaust now oscillating out from the far side of the car at a rate of four or five strokes each second. I leaned in the window placing my arm around the back of her neck and said “Come on, you have to blow it. What are you trying to do? Don’t let it stall on us now. Race the engine. You have it all choked up” I said into her ear over the sound of the engine that was gasping for air as she started to pump its throttle to the floor and let it back up again trying to goose the engine to get it going. To antagonize her, I leaned further in, feeling pleasure by pressing my hard cock against the side of the car, she turned back around and I gave her more kisses distracting her as she continued to pump the gas to get it going faster. “You’re going to have to rev it good to clear out the engine.” Looking past her I exclaimed, “Damn, look at all the smoke you’re making. You’re going to loose it.” She acknowledged me and with a determined, stern look on her face turned her head to observe the side of the car over her right shoulder as she goosed the throttle further and further down in an effort to run the speed up, still astonished by all the smoke she was blasting against the side of the garage. Karen was acting like she had filled the engine with carbon and had to somehow build up enough pressure to force all the soot to come from her tailpipe.

We were both watching the back of the car as she was slowly becoming successful at working the rpm’s up even while continuing to pump the throttle. Thank goodness, the engine finally started firing on most of its cylinders and sounded stronger, so she slammed the gas to the floor and amazingly this time the engine responded by very slowly gaining speed, successfully throwing vast amounts of carbon from her tailpipe. I softly exclaimed how good she was doing and said “I never thought it could be this difficult to get it to respond”. Suddenly, the choke must have opened up and the engine immediately responded, so she revved it good a couple of times as people often do after getting a flooded engine to respond, taking charge and getting even by making sure she took the upper hand on the troublesome engine. The dense carbon-laden exhaust was exiting the car and blasting the wall with the veracity of fire extinguisher. Mildly amused, she watched the intensity of the car’s reaction when she punched the throttle, rocking the car with the torque of her huge eight cylinder motor and making astonishingly strong whooshing sounds caused by the force of the exhaust expanding as it left the tailpipe and hit the wall as she demonstrated her pleasure with the difference she was making in cleaning out the engine by blowing the hell out of it, not wanting to give it a chance to slow down. Then she repeatedly gunned it at high rpm, punching the accelerator like she always did with the Cadi, torquing the engine, rocking the car and not giving it a chance to slow down. Karen appeared astounded and glib as she turned to look at me and exclaimed, “Do you believe the amount of smoke I’m making? I’ve got it going now. Listen to how strong the engine sounds. It’s turning me on” she said while repeatedly thumping the gas and rocking the car back and forth. “I can’t make my Cadi to do this!” She cycled the throttle to continuously rev the engine while talking to me over the sound of her machine. She was in charge of the engine now and meaning to stay that way.

That really turned me on, too, and I had a burning desire to get a closer look at the power of the exhaust as it exited her tailpipe. Rarely do you see anyone hump their car like Karen was doing. “Let me check it out; Keep it coming”, I said as I rushed to the rear of the car standing a few feet behind the right rear taillight. The engine had stopped misfiring as it continued to clear itself out with Karen repeatedly gunning it. To my surprise, Karen was getting the job done. She was clearly more excited than before, and looked puzzled about what she had to go through to get the old car to respond. I bent lower to look through the rear glass at her, motioned with my hand and looked straight into her eyes and shouted over the sound of the engine, “you’re doing great honey, gun it a few more times”. I was really turned on, moved closer to the car and then looked back down, holding my body against the rear taillight, peering around the side of the car while holding my breath to assess how she was doing with the stream of exhaust that she was pulsating from her tailpipe only a couple of feet below me. I loved watching her perform with the exhaust blasting against the wall. I was using the rocking motion of the car to stimulate my cock. When she pressed on the throttle, the right side of the car moved down while I trusted up against the face of the taillight, grabbing the car and forcing the right rear of the station wagon to rebound on the way back up. I was caught up in the excitement of it all, and started rocking the hell out of the car as Karen kept pace with my rhythm making a blast of exhaust each time I pushed up on the car. We couldn’t go real fast, only thrusting about once each couple of seconds. I fanaticized that the rocket-like force of the exhaust exiting from the tailpipe was rocking the car. Karen was obviously proud of what she had accomplished as she continued her exposé, watching and feeling me hump the rear of her car for our mutual enjoyment.

The car is old and the muffler obviously worn out based on how loud the exhaust sounded. She was making a deafening sound as the noise reflected back toward me off the wall in front of the tailpipe. No longer appearing too concerned about the noise and smoke she was making, Karen pumped the gas, aggressively and rapidly revving the engine time and time again wanting to hear it perform and to blow it out good since it was responding now. I stepped back from the car overpowered by the intensity of her actions. I could tell she was feeling in charge noticing how intent I was at watching the exhaust she was cycling from the end of her tailpipe. It was an amazing sight. With each thrust, the exhaust gases would hit the wall and disperse in a circular pattern, leaving more and more soot on the wall. At the start of each thrust, a puff of milky white fumes would become black with carbon from excessive gas that was mechanically pumped into the carburetor, then clear back up as the engine gained speed. The throaty sound coming from the end of the tailpipe was exhilarating, unlike anything a new car would make. It was more then I felt was necessary, as she repeatedly blew it out until the smoke became mostly colorless with at slight tinge of blue and she had the wall in front of the tailpipe covered with carbon and sooty water she had successfully cleared out from the exhaust system. I think she was willing to continue as long as I stared at her tailpipe, showing off for me as she hammered the gas and pumped her engine for our enjoyment, proud of the strong powerful response she was getting with each stroke of its throttle. Karen seemed addicted to the activity. The ring of black soot on the wall was over two feet in diameter and solid black by now with rings of carbon radiating out from the center.

She was being somewhat abusive to the car and in her display of force and while blowing it out she had succeeded in filling the entire garage with smoke. There was also a pool of black sooty water that she created earlier when she labored the engine staining the floor with a spray pattern radiating out from the car in front of the tailpipe. Carbon laden water that she had blasted onto the black spot started streaking down the wall as well. I thought what a fantastic blowjob! Karen continued to stare in the direction of the tailpipe, sometimes watching me enjoy her efforts as she manipulated the car, and although she couldn’t see the big black spot she had made, I knew she could see the fumes as she blasted the exhaust against the wall which diverted it up past the side window above the tailpipe, and I figured that maybe she was not going to stop until it looked clear to her or at least I indicated some satisfaction with what she had done. She continued blasting away, mechanically exercising the engine and making a steady rhythm of thunder with her exhaust, transfixed by the sound of it all and the effect it was having on her. She tried different things with the gas, but the car was always responding now, no longer making much smoke. Karen was turned on by what she was doing, but the smoke was all gone now.

Not done, she raced her engine for a couple of seconds, let up on it just slightly, then immediately pumped it four times real quick to maximum revs making strong staccato blasts of exhaust at extremely high revs, the restricted gases absolutely exploding out the end of the tailpipe. Then she revved the engine up two more times, each time patiently letting it coast down to an idle forcing thick blue smoke against the wall in the process. Still not satisfied, surprisingly, after waiting a moment, she blew it especially hard at max rpm, floating the valves, forcing the deep blue gases of burning oil from her tailpipe at 300 mph to sound like a rocket as she assaulted the wall with her exhaust perhaps for the last time, trying to climax with an orgasmic display of dense brown smoke while forcing her previously ejected carbon and water all over the wall of the garage. What an event! Even the unsightly wall was scorched and starting to smoke from the heat of her exhaust. After a second or two, she let the engine return to idle. I thought maybe she was done abusing it. Little did I know?

I suggested she had done OK and the carbon had to be all out of the engine by now. She glanced over her right shoulder at me, smiled, watched for the smoke to clear from the side of the car somewhat and then leaned over to the passenger’s side of the bench seat and cracked open the passenger’s door while saying she wanted to see how things looked. Not yet done with it, Karen pumped the gas several more times to really race the engine, appearing to enjoy the loud sound of the strong blasts she was making with the relatively clear exhaust, which she could hear and seen now each time she gunned her engine. The gases would turn blue in color when the engine decelerated as she intently observed the end of the tailpipe after revving the engine way up and then letting it coast all the way down, misfiring while sucking oil past the rings and into the combustion chambers as she calmly repeated the sequence several times. She seemed curious about how the exhaust would change colors and the powerful rocket-like sound caused by the backpressure as the gases exploded from the end of the tailpipe each time she hammered the gas to gun her engine. When she quickly let up on the gas she would listen as the exhaust made a popping sound when the engine coasted down. Karen continued to cycle the gas, fist making black smoke when she suddenly pumped the throttle to the floor, clearing as the speed increased, then thick acrid blue smoke after she released the gas and let the engine coast down. She was enjoying playing around with it, changing the density and color of her exhaust. Then, suddenly she quit.

With it idling, she got out of the car and hurriedly came around to the rear for a better look at the mess she had made. The air had cleared somewhat. She seemed excited somehow, and said it felt good to blow out the car as it had really pissed her off. She said smugly, “I guess I made too much smoke, but I bet the damn thing is cleaned out now. At least it sounds like it is. I just love how it stalls out and floods all the time when I’m trying to start it. I guess I showed it this time. It felt good to blow the hell out of it, and I could event watch it, too. I can’t do that with my other car, although the engine on it sounds great, too.” The exhaust smelled of clean burning oil and was white in color with a blue tinge to it as the fumes were drifting out of the garage and polluting the outside air. She commented on how exciting and powerful the blasts from the tailpipe were when she gunned the engine and that she had never been able to do anything like that with her car before. She felt in control when making such powerful sounds when revving up the engine and had no idea car exhausts could look so pretty while making such exciting sounds. It was fun for her. I knew for sure now that Karen had more than just a fetish for watching and listening to cars perform for her by making exhaust smoke, condensate and soot come from the tailpipe. Her problem seemed to be how hard it is to make new cars perform in that way, at least nothing like the old Buick had just done. What’s more, she couldn’t actually observe the exhaust coming from the end of the tailpipe like she just did with the Buick. Now I know why Karen had chosen the Cadi, since it could be coaxed to make a small amount of black smoke when the gas is pumped while the engine warms up.

Karen asked why the exhaust was blue in color now, but didn’t wait for an answer when for no apparent reason; she bent over in front of me and placed her hand over the end of the tailpipe feeling the heat and moisture of the throbbing exhaust. I told her the car was burning some oil as the rings were probably fowled with carbon buildup, but I knew she hadn’t a clew what I was talking about. She briefly pushed the palm of her flat hand against the hot opening of the tailpipe forcing the pressure to build up, and then let it go making a whoosh as she released the gases. A black ring had formed on the palm of her hand. “It’s real hot”, she exclaimed, “the exhaust sure makes a lot of pressure and the blue smoke is kind of pretty, but it stinks. I can’t make the Cadi do that. I can’t build up pressure because it just forces it out one of the other pipes.” She seemed plenty curious about the car’s exhaust system, for some reason. I could tell that she was turned on, but was not sure what she was up to. Then she commented, “nice job on the wall, don’t you agree? I can’t help myself. I am so turned on by the sound of the engine and smell of automobile exhaust.”

Karen used a finger of her left hand to wipe some of the soot from the wall. I immediately bent over her back, pressing my hard cock between her legs while placing one hand in front of the pipe and the other on one of her large breasts, gently squeezing. I said, “What ever turns you on, Karen. It’s warm and wet, isn’t it and it looks like you got it to come out of the tailpipe all over the wall for you. I will be glad to clean it up if you can ever succeed in getting the car backed out of the garage.” I thrust my cock several times between her legs and pumped her breast with my hand as I reacted to an overpowering urge to hump her, and then we stood up and kissed, but only for a brief moment. I was excited and hard, which she could tell as I grabbed her buttocks with both hands, joined us at the hips and bumped together several times, repeatedly forcing my cock against her cunt while rubbing my chest against her large breasts, feeling that her nipples where rock hard. I continued thrusting between her legs to gain some satisfaction from being so hard. I told her she really turned me on with the sound of the throbbing exhaust pulsating from the tailpipe when she repeatedly pumped the gas to bog the engine down forcing it to make so much smoke. I asked her if she thought she could make it do that again. I needed to have sex in the worst kind of way, and wasn’t sure we had time for that.

The car was gently rocking as the engine started misfiring with a rough idle, still apparently suffering from her mistreatment of it, but the exhaust soon turned blackish-white in color as it filled the air with the pungent smell of a choked engine. It was not running very well, sputtering and spitting as no doubt she had fouled the plugs with carbon and had the carburetor really messed up as well, but oddly enough I thought that to be a good sign that Karen might have more surprises in store for me. She commented how the exhaust smelled bad now, as it had started making plenty of black smoke. It was acting like the choke was stuck as we watched the exhaust fumes chug out the tailpipe and the car almost stalling several times then surging to keep running. I said “I guess you’re just going to have to blow it out some more, Karen”, figuring that she might enjoy revving the engine up and down some more. Little did I know, as I watched her clean her dirty, carbon-laden finger off on the side of her pants. All the time we continued to thrust our hips together, more or less in unison with the surging of the engine. With out a doubt, it was a sexually stimulating event for both of us. I felt a growing need for sex. We were both hot for one another as we rubbed up and down to repeatedly press my cock against her cunt, stimulating ourselves as best we could. I started breathing heavy, as I was totally turned on. My shorts were wet with pre-ejaculate and I struggled to keep from coming in my pants.

Abruptly Karen broke off our fore play and told me to get out of the way, walked around to the back of her Cadi to examine one of its four tailpipes. She placed her finger in a tailpipe but unlike with the old Buick, was unable to extract much carbon from it. Her examination complete, she got back in the old car, struggled to rev up the engine, then gunned it twice and slammed it into reverse and quickly backed out, squealing the tires, but only getting about ten yards into the deep wet snow before slowing down and coming to a stop. All I could think of is that she wanted to play with the car more than she did with me. I was rock hard and stroked my penis several times with my hand to satisfy my desire for sex, even thrusting my hips forward as I attempted to copulate with myself. Karen paid no attention to me as started to spin her rear wheels, stopped, put the car in neutral and calmly looked up at me while she carefully worked the gas, slowly and gently revving the engine to keep it from stalling. I had just arrived at the side of the car next to her when she asked, “sweetheart would you go to the other side of the car and check me out? I want to warm it up some more. Let me know if my tailpipe is clear. I don’t want the fumes to build up in the car while I try some more things with it.” Interesting, I thought, wondering what she was planning to do next. I told her I needed her in the worst sort of way, but figured she already new that.

I trudged my way through the knee-deep snow to the back of the car to look at the rear tire to see how bad she had gotten us stuck. She was sunk down deep in the snowdrift with the right rear tire off the edge of the driveway. The tailpipe was completely buried and the deep, wet snow that was muffling the sound of the exhaust to where I could hardly hear it any more and couldn’t see any smoke even though she continued to gently rev her engine. I wondered if she had intended to make it that way. I commented how she had really screwed things up now, and my saying so seemed to irritate her. I informed her that the tailpipe was completely buried and that she would have to gun the engine to clear it out figuring that in her current state of mind I wasn’t getting close to her tailpipe to try to clear it for her. I stepped to the side of the car standing back several feet directly in front of the tailpipe and hollered for her to first try moving the car.

She put the car into reverse and struggled to spin the rear wheels but wasn’t getting anywhere. Getting madder and more frustrated, she kept increasing the intensity of her efforts, pumping the gas harder and harder until she almost had to cycle the throttle to the floor, the engine coughing, straining and working hard in the process. Eventually, the studded snow tires started spinning more and more until they whined furiously and started to smoke. Before long Karen was shooting snow, sparks, slush and even mud everywhere. After a time, I noticed that the heat of the exhaust had started melting the snow making it slushy and heavy as it collapsed somewhat around the area in front of the tailpipe, and it looked like it might be forcing the gases back under the car. Karen stopped spinning the tires, I guess because she noticed the smell of exhaust fumes in the car. She hollered at me to stand back while she tried to clear out the tailpipe before trying to move the car any more. I didn’t think Karen particularly wanted to play with the clearing the tailpipe, but really wanted to spin her tires.

Feeling frustrated by having to be diverted from her primary task, she put it in park, looked back toward the side of the car where I was standing and appeared to be in a hurry to complete her task. She gunned the engine by slamming the throttle all the way to the floorboard several times making explosive blasts pushing the heavy, slushy, sooty snow that was obstructing the end of the tailpipe up the side of the car since the gases didn’t have anywhere else to escape. Karen watched as she succeeded in launching some snow up past the side window with such force that some of slush even landed on the roof rack of the station wagon. I was surprised by the sudden violence and force of her activity. She was clearly in a hurry, frustrated and willing to rev the engine as high as possible, well over 6,000 rpm, with the throaty engine sounding really loud as she sucked air into the carb and rocketed it back out the tailpipe. The snow exploded everywhere, giving me some appreciation of the force and velocity of exhaust gases created by such a big engine with only a single tailpipe, one that is clearly much too small for this activity, creating excessive back pressure and greatly restricting the flow, it was surely not designed to deal with the volume of air that Karen was forcing through the engine. The sound of air being sucked into the carburetor from under the hood was impressive, but not near as impressive as the sound the exhaust was making as it rocketed forth from the end of the insufficiently sized pipe. She repeatedly gunned it until she couldn’t see the blasts of snow any more, figuring she had exposed the tailpipe, making it safe for her to try moving the car again. She had cleared out the area at the side of the car, melting a lot of the snow and making it slushy and heavy. I even noticed a significant amount of rusty looking metal that Karen must have dislodged from the inside of the muffler and pipes, and the exhaust seemed to be much louder now than before. There was unsightly black carbon all over the slushy snow radiating outward from the mouth of the pipe.

Karen turned back around and put the car back in reverse and continued gunning the engine while spinning the tires. In the process she was continuing to melt the snow in front of the tailpipe, but now she was blowing the wet sooty snow out toward me in the process. She managed to dig her right rear tire deep into the thawing dirt, listing the car slightly and the wheel stopped turning, but she still kept the left tire spinning on the pavement as the drive train transferred all the power from the big engine to only one wheel. Hanging her head out the driver’s widow and looking toward the rear of the car, she seemed to be enjoying the action, smoking tire, sparks, smell of burnt rubber and all. She continued slamming the gas, pumping it, laboring the engine, making intermittent puffs of thick black smoke deflect off the ground each time the carburetor pumped excessive fuel into the engine as it struggled to rev back up for her, everything she could think of to spin the rear wheel in a feeble attempt at rocking the car, shooting sparks and blue smoke from the burning tire beneath her as she hung all the way out the window to watch what she was doing. Unlike the blasts of snow she had observed through the window earlier as she cleared her tailpipe, she was able to see exactly what she was doing to the tire. I guess she felt the more she spun the tire, the greater the chances of moving the car. Or maybe she just wanted to be rough with it and make it smoke a lot to satisfy her fetish and prove she could make it do anything she wanted. I think it all was turning her on so much that she didn’t really care about the damage she could be doing.

Karen was obviously determined, and didn’t mind abusing the car, as it became clear that she was intentionally burning rubber to create a cloud of blue smoke and punished the car and me for watching her remain stuck. Maybe she just liked being in charge and making the car perform for her. At the same time, she had successfully cleared the tailpipe and was forcefully blasting her exhaust out the other side of the car right at me, but for the moment not taking notice of that. I had to step aside as the blasts got too intense as she continued to gun the engine by repeatedly pounding the gas pedal to the floor with her foot, making more and more blue smoke with her left rear tire and with her exhaust now, too. Again, small particles of metal were being ejected from the tailpipe, some hitting me on the leg.

Most of the exhaust gases were being deflected up into the air by the bank of snow several feet in front of the tailpipe. The snow directly in front of the downward sloping tailpipe was melted away by the hot gases, exposing some of the gravel next to the driveway. A column of blue-black gases she was creating towered above the house in front of the garage. Oddly enough, she even had blue smoke from the exhaust shooting straight up as it was deflected from the slushy, blackened snow bank several feet from the side of the car. Her actions were out of control as was her passion for manipulating the car to satisfy some desperate need. As I walked around the front to her side of the car she continued staring at her rear tire as she hammered the gas. I told her to stop. She took her foot off the gas and looked up at me, breathing heavy with her excitement. It was still in gear and the engine immediately stalled out. The tire was smoking profusely from her abuse of it. She had sprayed black, burned rubber from the tire all over the snow and even had it on the side of the car. The pavement was black and she had made deep gouges in the concrete with the studs. I asked here what in the world she was trying to accomplish? She insisted that she was going to rock the car free, but couldn’t figure out why the tires weren’t giving her enough traction as she had them down to the pavement now. She even said, “I’m spinning them as fast as I can but the dam car won’t cooperate and it’s pissing me off. I figured sooner or later it would move some for me, and if not, I would run the hell out of it trying.” She admitted being turned on by the power of her engine while trying to move the stubborn car.

I offered to push the car forward and told her to take it easy if she thought she could restrain herself. I asked her to roll down the two windows on the passenger’s side and rear window of the car so she could hear me better as I gave directions on rocking the car. I went to the rear and put my hands on the taillight near the side of the car with the tailpipe directly below me. She started the car by mashing the accelerator all the way to the floor board and blew the hell out of it for a second or two, let up on the gas and before the engine had a chance to coast down much, punched it again with such force that the second blast was strong enough to forced rocks out of the ground from in front of the tailpipe, then she immediately let her engine cost down to idle. The rumbling exhaust continued to excite me, and Karen could hear it better too, although now it sounded exceptionally loud, more like a performance car than the family wagon. I figured she had destroyed some part of the muffler, and the sound of the exhaust was a real turn on for me now, and Karen even commented on the noise it was making. It was evident why guys like loud exhaust systems, because the sound was sexually stimulating for me. I wondered if she would still keep taking her anger out on the car, knowing that her actions were taking a toll on it. She put it in gear and tried to rock the car as I pushed and jumped on the back of the car to bounce the bumper up and down trying to break her loose. For some reason, my jumping up and down on the rear of her car seemed to turn Karen on even more and her passion with the car started to increase once again.

As she started pumping the gas and spinning the left tire to hard to be effective, I knew we weren’t going to get anywhere. I hopped off the rear came around and told her to slow down and take at easy. “Your being hard on the car, sweetheart, and on me too” I exclaimed. “It sounds like you’ve blown the muffler.” The engine had stalled yet again. She was visible pissed, I guess by her failure to keep it turned on and by my criticism of her behavior. She jerked the keys and cranked the engine while pumping the throttle as hard and fast as she could, repeatedly thrusting deep and slamming it hard against the floorboard in the process. “Damn thing”, she exclaimed. Karen was obviously desperate for the car to respond by turning on for her since she was obviously turned on by it. She was hot, real hot, even passionate, and I knew from experience that there was no way to settle her down until she succeeded in climaxing with an orgasm. I quickly walked around to the side of the car and stood in front of the passenger’s door so I could observe her better. She was visibly pissed off, real mad, and I knew she would take it out on the car again. To antagonize her, I said “come on Karen; show me what you’re made of.” Somehow she eventually got the engine to catch a little and it began pulsating as she was still out of control and continued madly forcing gas into it. She appeared frustrated, but still pumped as fast as she could and once again had black smoke gushing out the rear of the car as it did what it could to keep up with her.

After a period of time, having made lots of ugly black smoke in the process, she managed to control herself and slow her thrusts and her sex partner started to catch up with her. She gradually gained more control and then started to repeatedly rev it higher and higher while wildly thrusting out clouds of thick black smoke but only glancing briefly toward the back of the car. Both she and the car were in sync now as she continued gunning the hell out of the engine, intently listening to the sound of her powerful motor as it performed for her. I was glad that no one was around to hear or see how Karen was treating the automobile. She was like an animal in heat using it like a dildo to stimulate her self to achieve sexual climax. Clearly, her passion was increasing and she wanted satisfaction in timing her thrusts so the engine could keep up in responding to her demands. Unlike before, she paid little attention to the blue and black smoke she was making now but desperately wanted to hump the engine and hear it respond to her demands. Then, Karen started moving her hips forward with each firm thrust of the pedal and back again as she let off of the gas, apparently behaving as if she was fucking it, completely overcome with desire. While still gyrating back and forth, she looked over at me and said, “Are you satisfied now? I need satisfaction!” Karen appeared to be having sex with the car, perhaps nearing an orgasm as she moaned each time she gunned the engine, ramming her hips forward, enjoying the loud rumbling sounds being made by the un-muffled exhaust system. Suddenly she stopped pumping the gas. Panting like a dog she looked over at me in desperation and said, “I need to try something different with the car as it really has me turned on now. I have to make it come for me.” Her crazy talk was a real turn on, as you can imagine. There is nothing like a bitch in heat and I loved watching her exercise her passion in performing with the car while not being concerned with my watching her every move as she jacked off with the car. I had never in my wildest dreams expected this of Karen.

Then Karen changed her approach and started to intentionally try to labor the engine as she rhythmically made short deep punches of the gas pedal with the engine at real low revs. However, the engine was performing so well now it tended not to bog down much even concerning her antics with it. In desperation Karen put her left foot on the break and placed the car in reverse. Then she started pumping the gas to laboring the engine, choking it up and intentionally bogging it down. Once the engine was completely overwhelmed and barely responding to her rhythmic punches of the gas pedal, she moved it to park while continuing to thrust the gas, each time almost stalling it, pumping lots of raw fuel into the engine which it couldn’t possibly consume, and not giving it a chance to catch up. As she worked at it, from under the hood the carburetor was making deep sucking sounds for her each time she pushed down on the throttle as excessive fuel was pumped into the engine by the huge four barrel carburetor and quickly sucked into the combustion chamber where the air was insufficient to burn it off. The engine sounded like the sucking sound my cock would make when I plunged it, with minimum penetration, in and out of her wet cunt while having passionate sex. She was concentrating real hard looking down at her foot and listening as she carefully worked the pedal to suck as much gas as possible into the engine with no chance to burn it all. Plenty of black soot was being labored into the exhaust system. In wonderment, I watched the left over fumes as she gently eased them out the back of the car with little or no intensity and proceeded to fill the muffler and pipes with more and more oil-laden carbon, I guess creating ejaculate that would be needed before she could climax with the car and make it come for her later. I sensed Karen was getting things ready to blow it out again. The sucking sounds coming from the engine were a real turn on for both of us and the sound of the exhaust was muffled somewhat by the density of the smoke that she was gently pulsating out the end of her tailpipe, which I fanaticized was pre-ejaculate created by her ongoing stimulation of the exhaust system. Her for-play with the car was tremendously stimulating to both of us. I was so turned on that I even called out to her “you’re making lots of smoke and the exhaust sounds great. Keep it up.”

While continuing her skillful pumping action, Karen slowly turned her body to the right looking over her shoulder and hanging her right arm over the back of the seat as she re-directed her attention from the throttle she was using to pump the engine to the carbon-laden exhaust she was gently forcing from its rear. She sat calmly and carefully monitoring the acrid smoke as she skillfully eased it out from the side of the car, enjoying what she was doing while stimulating and playing with its throttle and said “I’m not able to do this with my new car. This feels great. I love this.” It was obvious that she had tried this before and was real good at it. She took no notice of me watching her for-play with the car or the misfire or occasional backfire from the engine. She was completely preoccupied with her passion to have sex, patient and determined to wait for her self-imposed stimulation to create the endorphins needed to finally allow her brain initiate her orgasm. For what seemed to be a long time she stared intently at the black cloud that was growing larger and larger at the rear of the car, concentrating on her feelings of ecstasy and mentally preparing to attain her climax. There was absolutely no wind to move the smoke around, and it lingered in front of her tailpipe at the side of the car with nothing to blow it around. I could only imagine what she was working up to. It was something to behold as she starting massaging her breasts with her left hand, apparently to increase her stimulation while the engine just kept making massive amounts of pitch black exhaust, struggling to make carbon and smoke to satisfy her. She seemed addicted to the feelings she was experiencing and more than willing to tolerate the strong smell of the dense fumes she was expelling from her tailpipe. I wondered if the carbon monoxide was having an affect on her as she resumed her heavy breathing, nearing her climax.

There was plenty to watch, as Karen had succeeded in making her nipples big and hard. They were clearly visible now pressing against the front of her outfit with her large breasts hanging down low. She looked more determined than ever at getting her way with the car, as she made more and more smoke and now had even started sucking oil past the piston rings and into the exhaust system. The smell of burnt oil was in the air. Talk about for-play, Karen looked sexier than ever as she prepared to satisfy herself. She was acting like a bitch in heat and seemed to have the rhythm of the gas pedal and engine in sync with her sexual drive. Time and again, she waited for the engine to almost die when she punched the throttle pumping fuel into it, then immediately letting off as the engine started to rev up a little bit. I couldn’t help myself, and leaned in the passenger door and started gently massaging her breast in rhythm with her pumping the car. She looked at me briefly, smiled and said how good it all felt. She quickly looked back toward the rear of her car and continued to make lots of smoke and carbon for her personal gratification, repeating the process every few seconds until I stopped massaging her breasts. We both continued staring at the side of the car amazed by all the smoke she was making. I was unable to distract her further, knowing she was nearing her climax that normally takes several minutes of continuous stimulation.

Then she slowly started increasing the intensity of her thrusts to torque the engine and rock the car as it misfired badly, backfired and labored to keep up with her. I quickly stood back up and moved to the rear of the car and stood directly behind the right tail light peering around the side so I could see the end of her tailpipe, expecting she would start blowing it out any time now, wondering about how much soot she had made with it. The engine slowly gained speed with each succeeding thrust, each blast forcing the smoke further from the mouth of the tailpipe. Then Karen unexpectedly slammed the gas pedal all the way to the floor and held it there trying to climax as she wanted to rev the engine way up to blow out the carbon and gain some satisfaction from it, but by now the engine was struggling on only a few cylinders. Instead, much to her surprise, it immediately bucked and bogged way down, and even at full throttle, it would not respond to her. Disappointingly, the car did not climax for her and choked instead. The exhaust started pulsating loudly about twice a second making strong blasts of dense blue-black smoke as it gushed forth from the end of the tailpipe. The choke was stuck closed and she had apparently completely fowled the engine with oil and carbon. The engine could not climax for her.

I was completely turned on by the sound the exhaust was making and ordered Karen to keep it floored. Obediently, she kept the throttle fully open, holding it to the floor, not knowing why the engine would not rev up and climax for her, but afraid of stalling it out if she let up on it. It was like having a dick slammed deep in her cunt just before starting to climax, absolutely hard, totally committed to the inevitable orgasm that was about to take place. Consumed with the feeling, she was waiting for it to perform, to rev up and ejaculate for her. The car continued to pulsate, throbbing with the loud whooshing sound of a restricted exhaust as she held the pedal to the floor, the engine firing on only a couple of cylinders now. In the meantime, she was succeeding in depositing even larger amounts of carbon mixed with oil into the exhaust system.

Keeping the pedal to the floor, Karen leaned over the seat and peered out the side of the car to hear the sound better and more closely observe what was forcefully being expelled from the end of her tailpipe, unable to make the engine ejaculate for her. It was like the car was twitching, but unable to climax above about 3000 rpm. Both of us were turned on to the max with the loud gushing sound and the pulsating smoke that continued to gyrate from her tailpipe. It sounded like a slow jack hammer pulsating compressed gas about twice a second. Stunned, we both simply stared at the solid black exhaust fumes as they belched forth, heavy amounts of soot literally falling on the white snow several feet out from the car. I was simply amazed by the scene, as I had no idea anyone could make their engine put out so much pure black smoke and carbon for so long a period of time. It was exhilarating with the loud deep rhythmic sound and the forceful throbbing of exhaust gases that she continued to create for our satisfaction. She kept the engine making carbon for at least a minute, and in the process creating an astounding amount of smoke that was forming a huge, unsightly cloud of the black stuff in front of the house and on the ground, too. It looked like the place was on fire, but that didn’t deter Karen. In the process she muttered “come for me, come for me, come on, blow me” as she started quickly thrusting her hips against the seat in rhythm with the pulsating exhaust while watching the carbon pre-ejaculate she was ejecting from the rear of the car and continuing to build up in front of the tailpipe. She wanted the car to respond so she could gun it and get a meaningful rhythm going again, but loved what it was doing for her as her car just kept pulsating thick black carbon laden smoke out the end of its exhaust pipe. We were both near our climax and wanting to sustain our pleasure as long as possible, no matter what it was doing to the car or the environment. It was pure ecstasy watching the beautiful black exhaust come for her from her tailpipe for so long a period of time! The throbbing exhaust gave me the strongest desire I’ve ever had to hump something.

Finally, becoming impatient with it all Karen sat up and turned back around in the seat and looked down at her foot as she tried pumping the gas a little at a time while listening to the carburetor suck air and the engine moan and groan for her, and after awhile she somehow managed to get it to start revving up again. “Come on, come on” she grimaced as it finally started responding to her repeated thrusts of both her foot and hips. But too late as she was visibly pissed off and glanced back to the rear of the car as she finally managed to blow it out hard, real hard, the first chance she got before letting it coast back down again. Then, in punishment, and to make a point that she was in charge and ready to climax, Karen stared over her right shoulder to check out the rear of the car as she gave three distinct full stroke forceful slams with the gas petal several seconds apart probably in her effort to stimulate herself to orgasm. The tremendous force of the exhaust exiting the end of the tailpipe as a result of her first blast even broke a rusty pipe hanger, leaving the tailpipe to move about more freely. I was completely astounded at the amount of smoke created by her first blast; massive amounts of carbon being ejected from the cars exhaust system. Each time she created a tremendously loud blast of exhaust at high revs, then let the engine coast all the way down. As it coasted back down to idle, lots of oil was sucked into the engine as she prepared for her next thrust of blue/black exhaust and carbon out the side of her car. What sights and sounds she was making! Three separate sustained blasts of dense gooey carbon mixed with thick blue smoke rocketing forth from the end of the car’s tailpipe as she aggressively launched her soot-laden smoke into what was left of the pristine white snow, attempting to simulate an intense orgasmic ejaculation of carbon from the tailpipe of her car to help satisfy herself.

She even had its insufficiently sized exhaust pipe rocking back and forth for her as it continued to ejaculate, with huge amounts of carbon spurting out the side of the car. She was gunning it now every couple of seconds. I could hardly contain myself as I started thrusting my hips forward in desperate need of my own orgasm as she continued slowly blowing the hell out of the car. Although abusive, she was visibly turned on as she thrust her hips back and forth to hammer the gas petal while listening to and watching the blasts from the exhaust as the engine screamed under her punishment and the car’s loose tailpipe continued to thrust in and out for her and in so doing even started spraying the smoke side to side a little as the end the pipe started to gyrate. Turned on and wanting more stimulation, she gradually started increasing the rate of her thrusts, but at much lower engine speed now. Before long, she started punching the gas about once a second, quickly increasing to at least twice a second, continuously pumping the motor and blasting the exhaust at higher and higher revs until she had it maxed out again, pulsating as rapidly as she could cycle the gas with her foot while thrusting her hips as she proceeded to fuck the car as fast as she could. I continued observing the thick black sticky carbon she was violently ejecting from the rear with the exhaust gases she was so effectively blowing clear across the yard. She was creating so much backpressure with the engine that it sounded like compressed gas pulsating from its tailpipe. Her blasts were so strong that she was even creating her own vortex of gases far out in front of the tailpipe, effectively stirring up the black cloud of smoke that she had built up over the past few minutes. Karen loved what she was doing and appeared to be nearing her orgasm as she had finally succeeded in forcing the car to come hard for her as she fucked the car by forcing its tailpipe in and out, time and time again for her continued satisfaction.

I couldn’t help but wonder if the engine would be able to continue to perform for Karen. She was obviously attempting to get satisfaction from it by fanaticizing that the car was experiencing an orgasm for her and ejaculating sperm in the form of soot as she thrust its tailpipe in and out. Blue and black smoke was everywhere representing the creation of pre-ejaculate as a result of her for-play with the engine of the car. By all accounts, she was fucking the hell out of her car, being abusive and loving every minute of it. By now, astounding amounts of thick black carbon she had carefully stimulated the engine to make for her and then systematically blown from the exhaust system filled the ground for more than ten feet in front of the tailpipe and over two feet from side to side of the black mess. At this point, Karen appeared to have no interest in moving the car, but rather was insisting on being satisfied by it. She was totally consumed with trying to stimulate herself to climax. She was like an animal with little concern for anything but gaining satisfaction for herself from her sex object, the car, and appeared ready to pump the gas and gun the engine until successful in climaxing. I felt she could use some help from me in an attempt to keep her from destroying the engine. I didn’t feel the car was up to dealing with her ever-increasing level of passion with it, and I was desperately in need of an orgasm myself.

As I stood looking at her trying desperately to stimulate herself to orgasm with the car and hearing the engine struggle with her activities, I had come real close to having my orgasm in my pants. The rushing sound of loud exhaust, the pipe thrusting back and forth, the blasting of the snow, soot everywhere in front of the tailpipe, with pollution of the air, not to mention Karen’s level of passion, desire and determination, the entire scene was awesome. My pants were wet with pre-ejaculate as my cock continued to twitch in excitement, and even that was in rhythm with the movement of her tailpipe. Finally, she settled back down and let the car idle, still clearly angry by not being totally satisfied and unable to climax with the car. She was unfulfilled, frustrated and appeared exhausted.

With her engine still running, Karen lumbered out and was breathing real hard when she came around to examine the unbelievable mess she had made at the side of the car. She complained that she needed a closer view of the smoke as it blasted out of the end of the tailpipe. Even the tires were still hot and smoking from her passion with them. She said she had butterflies in her stomach, and was sexually stimulated by the sound, smoke and soot coming from the car but needed to have sex right now to reach an orgasmic climax. I told her I was close to coming in my pants, and that she was REALLY turning me on with her antics. She said, “at least I accomplished that” as she grabbed my cock and started rubbing it, but seemed astounded at all the smoke and black soot she had blown out of the car without getting totally satisfied by it. Then she kneeled down directly in front of the tailpipe forcing the hot, pulsating exhaust between her legs and even letting some of it warm her cunt. She commented how good it felt, warm and stimulating. The exhaust gases smelt bad, but she didn’t care about that now and just wanted to climax. I thought in her excitement and desperation she might try humping the tailpipe, forcing the exhaust to vibrate her cunt, not realizing how hot she had made it. I knew she was so hot herself that she might even try shoving her cunt against the mouth of the tailpipe if she thought she could get more complete satisfaction from the throbbing and pulsating gases as they vibrated her colitis. I warned her that being close to the front of the pipe was not a good idea and that the exhaust fumes might overcome her. Then she collected some of the black soot she had deposited on the snow and rubbed it on the front of her pants. She commented on how it was sticky, yet slippery. Then she quickly rubbed her middle finger inside the tailpipe that was directly in front of her and commented that it was really hot and that a lot of the sticky soot was still in the pipe and that it needed to be blown out better. She wiped her fingers off with some snow and briefly held her hands in front of the tailpipe to warm them back up.

The snow directly in front of the pipe had been melted by the blasts of hot exhaust gases and a large amount of carbon was left on the grass. Karen had obviously not gotten all she wanted from the car and the amount of carbon remaining in the tailpipe was of special significance to her. I found myself wondering if she felt the car had not finished coming for her. She was so desperate for a climax that she was still trying to have the throbbing exhaust gases directly stimulate her cunt. Apparently not having much luck, she suddenly placed her hand on my cock, demanding that we have sex and that she needed stimulation inside her. I guess she didn’t know how to force the tailpipe into her cunt or as desperate as she was she would have tried that too. She wanted to know if I would finish coming in her in the back seat of the car. She was hot, sexually desperate and needed to be satisfied. She new from experience that I was bigger than the tailpipe was. I told her I needed to get her away from the hot exhaust before she hurt herself, pulled her up, reached inside her pants and grabbed her by her wet cunt that had been warmed by the exhaust gases and held her tight against my cock. I stimulated her cunt with my fingers, causing her to moan loudly with satisfaction.

I suggested we try something else with the car. I told her to stand clear of the exhaust while I blew out the engine for her. She kneeled down along the side of the car facing the front while staying clear of the tailpipe but where she could still hear and see it real good as it was right in front of her, not twelve inches from her head. I figured that this had to be like her watching the end of my cock as I masturbated, climaxed and ejaculated, which I knew was a real turn on for her. I warned her that it was real hot by now and that it would burn here if she touched the tailpipe or got in front of it when I revved the engine. I got into the car and proceeded to gun the engine, making the strong whooshing sounds that I knew would turn her on. It had to be making an astounding sound for her close inspection of the exhaust as it blasted from the end of the pipe that was directly in front of her. I followed her lead as I pumped the gas, laboring the engine while trying to make plenty of smoke and exhaust noises for her satisfaction. Then, as I gunned the engine to make strong whooshing sounds for her, I adjusted the outside mirror so that I could observe her excitement. Karen was rubbing her cunt with her hand as she thrust her hips back and forth in rhythm with my blasts of exhaust from the end of her pipe. I watched her occasionally place her other hand about a foot in front of the tailpipe to feel the blasts of exhaust that I was making just for her. After a time, I settled down, left the car idling and when back around to the rear of the car. Karen was breathing harder than ever, but I knew she needed yet more stimulation in order for her to climax.

Karen wanted to feel the blasts of exhaust, saying that it wasn’t too hot for her. She pulled her pants down, kneeled about two feet from the tailpipe with her cunt directly in line with the exhaust. I jumped in the car, leaned over the bench seat and stuck my head out the door to watch her as I gently revved the engine. See was immediately excited beyond belief with the stimulation from the blast of warm gases as she rubbed her fingers over her wet cunt. She said harder, and I gently revved it up, but careful to keep the gases as clean as I could. She was ecstatic with the feeling, showing absolute desire on her face, wanting to climax. “Keep pumping me”, she demanded while stroking herself. She loved it, but I was afraid that she would be overcome with the fumes and let up after about ten thrusts with the exhaust. She was breathing like she had been in a race, hot as she could be, wanting more. I told her to stand aside and I would make it smoke more for her. Karen bulled up her pants and went to the back of the car gasping for fresh air.

I quickly went into the garage and got a small can of engine oil. I opened the hood of the car and took the cover off of the carburetor and slowly poured some of the oil directly into the engine. I glanced around the side of the car where Karen was standing and noticed the exhaust immediately turned pure blue as the engine started burning the oil and making a hissing sound as it sucked the oil into the engine. The amount of pure, thick acrid blue smoke it started making was simply astounding. I didn’t hesitate in dumping more oil into the engine until it started to labor down, making a sucking sound as it pulled the oil into the cylinders cutting off some of the air in the process. In my excitement, I poured in the entire quart of oil, stalling out the engine in the process. I turned the key without revving the engine and somehow it caught, hammering, pinging, surging, and struggling with my abuse of it. I left it running and went to the back of the car to examine the condition of the exhaust.

I asked Karen if she would blow out the engine for me one more time to help turn me on some more. I got in the same position as Karen had been in, right next to the tailpipe, and my cock immediately jumped with the excitement of being so close to what had turned her on only a few minutes earlier. The blue smoke was slowly gushing out the end of the tailpipe right in front of me, so thick that it muffled the sound of the exhaust. I could here the hammering of the engine as the cylinders sucked in the oil, compressed it and misfired without being able to burn it all up. Karen seemed more than eager to help me out, jumped into the car, looked over her shoulder at the side of the car and thrust the gas pedal to the floor and blew it out one time sucking in the oil left in the open carburetor, then waited for instructions as she watched me in the side mirror. In the process of making her first blast, she created a huge cloud of thick blue smoke that was slowly drifting across the yard. Karen had no way of knowing how much smoke the car was going to make by burning the oil, and she had a smile on her face and a look of disbelief of what she had just created. She leaned out the passenger door to get a better view. Some of the excessive unburned oil had been forced out of the car onto the ground. “Blow it out again,” I shouted, staring at the end of the tailpipe. “Pump it hard! Labor it. This is great! Make lots more smoke for me. Turn me on!” I demanded, hoping the thought of satisfying me might help her climax. She blew it out several times, sucking more oil into the engine, and was getting real good at it now while watching me rub my cock with my hand in rhythm with her thrusts. Karen had an impressive stream of pure blue smoke pulsating out the side of the car. What a turn on. I had to unzip my pants and pull my cock out because I had a real boner and wanted to let my tool straighten out all the way so she could get a good look at it. Slick pre-ejaculate oozed out from the end of my shaft, but I was able to refrain from coming. She continued to pump the engine for a while making clouds of thick blue exhaust smoke as far as the eye could see. She continued until the exhaust started to clear up.

I knew we needed to do something different with more stimulation if either of us were to reach an orgasm at the same time. Besides, the exhaust started clearing out, and I needed more stimulation to reach my climax. I said, “Hold it! Stop. I have a better idea. With my cock hanging out, hard as a rock, I walked over to the side of the car where she could observe the size and rigidity of my organ. She exclaimed with glee that my dick was so big that it wouldn’t even fit in her tailpipe. I instructed her, “Put your left foot on the gas petal, right leg on the seat, lay across the bench seat and spread your legs while keeping your left knee on the hump in the floor”. I suggested she could hear the throbbing of the exhaust better and stimulate her cunt as she pumped the car. She liked that idea, and commented how she would like to watch my cock twitch for her, which it immediately did, forcing up more pre-ejaculate in the process.

Karen lay across the bench seat like I had suggested as she hung her head out the door so she could clearly see the end of her tailpipe. She thrust her left foot against the gas petal, and was visibly excited by the sound and look of the fumes as it belched from the back of her car. As she continued to pump I was standing right next to her when she said how great it looked with all the smoke she had forced from the tailpipe, and how it looked like her car was ejaculating with the tailpipe. She was infatuated with the effect it was having on her. “It’s like having sex with the car while watching it come for me!” The tailpipe and carbon she had stored in the exhaust system were obviously sexual objects for her and she was determined to continue until satisfied by them.

While still lying against the seat and pumping the gas, Karen looked over at me standing right next to her head and noticed my cock that was still hanging out of my pants. I moved closer to her and she took my lead, grabbed my cock and proceeded to give both the car and me a blowjob at the same time! She was sucking and stroking me in unison with making blasts with the exhaust, trying to extract come from both of us at the same time. Her tongue was working my shaft and then she would suck the end of my cock while pumping the gas and watching the tailpipe smoke, trying to force both me and the car to come for her. After a time, I started to climax, but pulled away at the last moment, moaning and doing all I could to hold off on my ejaculation until she was ready. I couldn’t help myself, letting a small amount of my sperm rise from the end of my penis but somehow restraining myself from fully ejaculating and loosing my load prematurely. She complained and for a moment stopped pumping the car, letting it settle down to an idle. For a change it didn’t stall out. Karen was really hot now and demanded I let her continue. She immediately slammed the gas to the floor to make her point that she was in control now, and the exhaust immediately pulsed in response to her demand. She wanted to see me ejaculate for her and commented how my cock was actually bigger than the tailpipe and demanded we have intercourse now, bragging that SHE was big enough to take me on and demanding that I stick my dick in her cunt and come for her without further delay. She hammered the gas several times to make her point with the car.

I had to do something fast in an effort to get her to climax with the car instead of me, so with both hands I grabbed my huge rock hard dick that was primed with sperm, moaning as I waddled to the back of the car and stood directly over her tailpipe. She instinctively started pumping again, but was more careful now while gently sending her hot exhaust gases between my legs. I loved it, and demanded that she thrust harder for me. “Don’t loose me”, I said. She cooperated and started making powerful, deep whooshing sounds with the exhaust while forcefully ejecting plenty of the sooty black stuff out the end of her pipe. Looking over my shoulder, I observed the blasts of black smoke that she was thrusting from between my legs. I couldn’t help but notice how the snow was coated with carbon and, like Karen, I fantasized that the car was coming for her and that I desperately needed to do the same.

I couldn’t hold back much longer, unbuckled my pants and hastily dropped them down. Somehow, they stopped in front of her tailpipe, disrupting the flow of gases as she continued blasting away for me. I looked at Karen and shouted, “This is for you!” I was already plenty wet and slick and started stroking my cock in rhythm with her thrusts. Karen watched me perform as she continued manipulating the car to control my strokes. I knew she loved nothing more than to see the first forceful spurt of ejaculate from the end of my cock. The further I could eject it, the better our sex would be. I stroked my cock, getting a hand full of pre-ejaculate to help lubricate myself. Gradually, she started pumping the gas deeper and quicker, in control for a time while keeping a rhythm, knowing how I liked to be treated. Thank goodness she had even managed to blow my pants out of the way of her tailpipe, because as hot as the exhaust gases were, I was concerned that she might set them on fire. Then the car started to labor down as she pumped ever faster and harder for me, making more and more smoke until she found herself hammering the gas as fast as she could to stimulate the car to orgasm, making the engine labor down and the exhaust gush forth with solid black smoke from between my legs. The poor engine couldn’t possible keep up and started to chug along, choked up, pulsating, sucking air and unable to keep up with her rapid pumping action. The exhaust was throbbing, making strong whooshing sounds about twice a second now indicating that the engine was about to stall out. It was all it could do to convert the gas to smoke with hardly enough time to burn the fuel and make enough power to keep the cylinders moving up and down. Karen was loosing control, but I still tried to follow her lead as she continued to stimulate me, pumping the gas as fast and as deep as she could.

Karen was intently watching the effect she was having on me and the exhaust pulsating from between my legs. I could actually keep up with the pulses of the exhaust now, stroking my cock in rhythm with the engine. Then I noticed a stunned look on her face as she instinctively started thrusting her cunt against the edge of the seat each time she pumped the gas, increasing her stimulation as she continued manipulating both the car and me. She was really getting it on as she exclaimed, “Oh, oh, I like it, I like it”. She started masturbating by rubbing her breasts and cunt on the seat while pumping the gas, something I had never seen her do before. She was clearly approaching her orgasm, watching me stroke my cock for her. Watching her mounting excitement and the totally consumed look on her face as she stared at the end of my cock anticipating my climax, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I was moaning loudly when white lightening spurted out of my cock slamming onto the side of the car and started running down onto her hot tailpipe as I continued to stroke to the rhythm she was setting, moaning and groaning in the process. Never before had I ejaculated so much and with such force. We both moaned together as I continued my orgasm, forcefully ejecting more sperm with each consecutive thrust, stroke and twitch of my cock. We both watched as the last of my sperm sizzled as it dripped onto the end her super hot tailpipe that projected out from the side of the car directly below me. What a scene. Karen couldn’t hold back any more, and she slammed the gas pedal to the floor, stopping her pumping action and was grimacing as she stretched out and arched her back, forcing her cunt hard against the edge of the seat while watching me finish for her. As I expelled the last of my sperm, Karen was straining for all she was worth, literally screaming with pleasure, and ultimately getting the satisfaction she had worked so hard to attain. The engine did not immediately respond, it was forcefully throbbing from the tailpipe, but barley holding its own. Karen was finally able to experience her orgasmic climax, triggered by my coming for her. I couldn’t be happier, watching her pleasure with pure animal instinct and a feeling of ecstasy. My woman was out of control and climaxing in response to me. The engine started gaining speed for her.

Our timing was great, and I was sure that we had attained our climax together. But to my surprise Karen had slammed the gas petal all the way to the floor and held it there trying to blow the hell out of the engine. Then it quickly responded, immediately and forcefully giving in to her sexual drive. She had it at full throttle; all out, the engine quickly gained speed and the exhaust started roaring out the end of her tailpipe like a rocket, the car ejaculating for her at full force. What a sound! Both her and the engine started screaming, as she rocketed blue-black smoke clear across the yard. Karen was experiencing another more intense climax, this time with the car, shouting in total ecstasy as she made it come hard for her. I was stunned by her performance and afraid to move my legs. She couldn’t help herself or control her animalistic response to her ongoing orgasm. She continued blowing the engine at full throttle, the valves floating to restrain it from over revving as the last of the carbon was blasted from the exhaust system. She uncontrollably started humping the edge of the seat just as fast as she could, moaning loudly with each rapid thrust of her hips. What a scene, as she continued climaxing, out of control and showing no concern for the strain she was putting on the engine to make it ejaculate long and hard for her. There was a satisfied look on her face as she observed the stream of thick, deep blue, carbon-free exhaust she had coming from her tailpipe while hammering her cunt time and time again against the edge of the seat, increasing her stimulation with each thrust of her hips. She wanted it all, succeeding in expelling all the carbon for the engine and obviously enjoying it! The car had finished coming for her but she continued gunning it for all it was worth and sustained her climax for as long as she could. For these few moments, she did not care about anything except her own satisfaction, loving the ecstasy of her orgasm. I was transfixed with her level of animal passion and enjoyed watching her perform with the car. Karen was totally consumed by the event and didn’t care about abusing the engine to get what she needed.

Finally, Karen stopped, let go of the gas petal and collapsed on the seat. After a few moments, she punched the gas, rubbed against the seat and repeated the process several more times in her after glow, giving herself some additional stimulation as we both settled down together. Even as it idled the car was spewing thick acrid blue smoke now, and I fanaticized it to be its show of fatigue, but neither of us seemed to care. We were both totally satisfied and literally exhausted. While I had deposited my sperm all over the side of the car and the tailpipe, she had forced all the carbon out of the exhaust system and deposited it on the snow while getting the satisfaction she desperately needed. For the first time ever, she had succeeded in having a double climax. And, what passionate orgasms they were!

Karen sat up and moved over to the end of the seat spreading her legs out the side of the car as she observed the mess she had made. I noticed that the front of her dress was wet, a clear indication of her level of excitement. I was embarrassed as I looked up and as far as I could see the air was thick with smoke from her exhaust. The car was still gently putting out lots of blue smoke as the engine idled. It may never be the same again, as she was real hard on it. I told here that the wear and tear she had put on the engine was worth it, as I had never before seen her so satisfied with herself.

But to my surprise, Karen laid her head back on the seat, pulled off her panties, raised her skirt and revealed herself to me. She had her legs hanging off the side of the seat with her super wet cunt in full view as she spread her legs for me. Then she looked me in the eyes and exclaimed that she needed my penetration to fully satisfy herself. She said “I need the real thing, I need it inside of me and I need it now.” I stood in front of her and proceeded to place my rock hard dick between her legs. She was really wet, super wet, and we were in total union in only a brief moment of time. There was not time to check for lubrication, besides, she was soaking wet, and I just went in fast and hard. I pushed myself all the way in against the back of her cunt and she moaned with approval. With me pressing hard against her in an effort to stimulate her colitis, she reached over with he left hand and pushed down on the gas pedal, not being able to let the car alone. At the same time I pounded her cunt a couple of times to get her attention. She only gunned the engine one time, then grabbed me with both arms and pulled me against her breasts. For a change, it seemed that she wanted me more than the car. I warned here that we might have to work awhile for both of us to have another orgasm.

We both uncontrollably started thrusting our hips together, faster and faster until we were humping the hell out of each other. I was rubbing my chest against her breasts with each thrust, making her nipples rock hard. Not wasting any time, within a few seconds, we were both at climax again, and Karen starting experiencing yet another orgasm. In total amazement with her machine-like creation of one orgasm after another, I withdrew and then thrust my cock time and again into her cunt with my shank stimulating her colitis, and then making a distinct sucking sound each time I pulled all the way out and plunged back in. We both expressed our satisfaction with howls of uncontrolled approval. This orgasm for Karen lasted longer than either of the other two and I continued to pump her as rapidly and deeply as I could. I lost control and got deep in her and simply pumped the back of her cunt time and again, ramming my shaft in her in an animal fit of passion. I was at climax and couldn’t help myself. One last time, I thrust deep into her cunt, pressing hard against her, and held it there as I twitched my cock, reaching orgasm and enjoying each spurt of ejaculate which I forced out the end of my rock hard penus to the very back of her cunt, with the intention of impregnating her as best I could. Karen hunched her back several times pressing even harder against me, continuing her orgasm as I deposited the last of my hot sperm inside her as she cried out, “yes, yes, yes! I love it. I love it.” We both completed our orgasm at the same time, but Karen had sustained hers considerable longer than I could. I envied her ability to sustain her climax for such a long time. Finally, we relaxed while remaining joined, cock in cunt, for several minutes. What a tremendous sensation of total satisfaction, having just succeeded in satisfying my wife in a way that she desperately needed to be treated. I knew from experience that when Karen needs to be satisfied she is very determined because of her animal passion and keen desire to continue to orgasm once her passion is aroused.

After we had settled down somewhat, I was no longer hard and pulled out of her, allowing our juices to flow from her cunt. Karen sat up, slid off the end of the seat and looked toward the tailpipe allowing my come to ooze from her cunt. After a time she started complaining that the side of her car was a mess with my come and her black soot all over it. This was kind of interesting, I thought, since she was so wet that she was leaking her juices and my sperm all over the side of the seat as she pulled up her panties. With the car idling smoothly, we both gazed at the tailpipe as it smoked profusely. She commented on how she still liked seeing the smoke puffing out from the back of her car. It was very visible and deep blue in color as it continued to pollute the air. She said how she loved having me deposit my sperm inside of her as she stared at my cock for a brief moment and then reached over and gently touched it saying, “I love what you do to me”.

Karen stood up and went to the back of the car, bent over as she had done before and held her hand in front of the tailpipe to feel the throbbing of the hot, dry, deep blue exhaust gases. She felt inside the tailpipe but didn’t collect hardly any carbon on her fingers. She had abused the engine but succeeded in blowing all the carbon out in the process. Karen appeared concerned about the amount of smoke coming from the car even as it idled, so much so that she couldn’t help herself and walked around the car, got back behind the wheel, leaned over the seat and looked out the door at the end of the tailpipe. She calmly said “I hope you don’t mind” and we both watched the condition of the smoke coming out the end of the tailpipe as she gently revved the engine several more times. She was clearly concerned as she made the thickest blue smoke that I have ever seen come from a car. She didn’t seem particularly excited any longer, just mechanical in gently working the engine, trying to help it run better and cleaner. It always did take her longer to settle down after sex than it did for me. But in this case, I think she was simply concerned about any damage she might have done to her engine, which she clearly viewed as a sex partner and wanted to insure that she hadn’t ruined it in some way. For some time, an immense cloud of thick blue smoke continued to hang in the air as she slowly and carefully raced the engine trying to get the smoke to clear up. I guess she didn’t want to be embarrassed with her car smoking a lot if she ever drove it in public. Karen seemed more pleased than ever as the exhaust gases finally started clearing up in response to her efforts. She said that after having sex with me, the car was not a turn on for her any more, at least not immediately after having sex. She was glad that it looked like it was back to normal too as she could use it again to satisfy herself next time I leave town.

After the air cleared somewhat, we worked to get the car back into the garage. I asked her to take it easy, as neither the car nor I were in any condition for her to get turned on again. She obliged. It was amazing how easy it was for her to move the car now, and the exhaust had finally cleaned up, no longer belching blue smoke, but as loud as ever. I commented on how I bet she knew how to get the car started all along and that it looked like it wasn’t the first time she had blown the carbon out of the tailpipe and onto the wall. She just smiled and said “I feel so satisfied I may never want to wash the come off your car or my tailpipe”. I said, “You love this car, don’t you?” She answered, “I love you more. You really satisfied me today. Sometimes when you’re gone on long trips I play with my car to get some excitement and stimulation from it and occasionally I can get satisfaction from it as well. I guess it’s a form of masturbation. I don’t know what else to do when you not here for me when I need you.” I replied, “That’s not a problem for me, since I see how important it is for you.”

Later, we talked about our outstanding experience and how to deal with our newfound method of really turning each other on with our automobiles. We agreed we had some work to do, however, on learning how to time our climax better and get there faster. I felt even more fulfilled knowing Karen was able to have three orgasms in a row. It was simply great seeing her so venerable while displaying her animal instinct for sexual gratification, even if it was initially with the car. As I returned to the garage to continue work on building the cabinets for her, I had a new appreciation for the value of the old car, and was somehow thankful that it didn’t run all that good. I may never look at its tailpipe the same again, considering the affect that it had by sexually stimulating my wife. I thought I would have to make a point of getting Karen to stall the engine, get the car stuck and blow it out more often, just so I could watch her perform. She was great. So, I guess I will keep the car (and Karen) around for awhile, just for old time’s sake, and in case it is needed to provide sexual stimulation for us.

A couple of days later, I worked at scraping all the carbon off the wall so I could paint it white again and people wouldn’t ask questions about how it happened. I was having fond memories of how it got the way it was and how often she might consider blowing it out again to satisfy herself or just to stimulate me to perform for her. Then, I glanced around and noticed the deep, carbon black opening of the car’s huge two-inch tailpipe right next to me with my sperm burnt onto the top of it. I fantasized that it appeared big enough to satisfy me first hand, but this time from the inside where the carbon could act as a lubricant for me. I couldn’t help getting aroused. I found myself thinking that I could climax in the car’s exhaust pipe without Karen’s help. Or what it might be like if we had dual exhausts or one of those smoke belching diesel engines with a three or four inch tailpipe filled with black carbon for Karen to play with. I was excited just thinking about it.

I was already hard and getting wet as pre-ejaculate started oozing from the end of my cock caused by me fantasizing about having sex with her tailpipe as Karen manipulated the exhaust. I couldn’t control myself and quickly unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and started stroking it to intensify my excitement and gain some immediate satisfaction from my desire to gyrate. As I immediately started to approach my climax, I dropped to my knees, pushed my chest against the side of the car, pulled my cock horizontal to the ground and positioned the head of it directly in the opening of the tailpipe. I fantasized that Karen was revving the engine, pumping it to stimulate me with repeated blasts of exhaust from the tailpipe of her car. I knew it would be warm and moist for me, just like she is when we have sex. I concentrated on building up my pressure, stopped jacking off and, with some disappointment, managed to fit only the head of my huge cock into the opening of the exhaust pipe just as I started to ejaculate. I twitched four our five times as I succeeded in spurting my sperm deep into the opening. All the while, I continued to fantasize that Karen was watching me perform by hanging her head out the door to ensure that she was effective in stimulating me to orgasm by gently pumping me with blasts of warm, moist exhaust from her tailpipe.

After I was fully satisfied, I pulled out and looked at the results of my handy work. The end of my cock was black with carbon as a result of my attempt to get inside the pipe that was too small to accommodate me. My white, creamy come was clearly visible as it pooled all over the bottom of the inside of the carbon black tube, running toward the mouth of the tailpipe and dripping out onto the floor. I thought it all looked similar to how Karen had the black water dripping from the end of the same pipe several days earlier. Somehow, I felt that Karen would be proud of me for coming for her, while fantasizing that she helped by stimulating me, no less. Now I had my come on both the inside and the outside of her exhaust pipe.

With all our excitement over the car’s exhaust, I knew that it was time I visited a dealer and buy the biggest pick up truck I could find. It would need a really huge, dirty, noisy diesel engine with a least a three or even four inch diameter tailpipe pointing straight out the driver’s side so Karen could conveniently hang her head out the window to watch and listen to the rumbling of the engine and throbbing of the diesel exhaust as she played with its throttle. Because of the size of the pipe, the exhaust gases would exit more slowly and cloud up faster near the truck for her viewing pleasure. This way she could easily make it come for her with plenty of thick carbon black smoke that is much easier to create with a diesel engine, and she would get turned on without being hard on the engine. I thought this would be a good way for Karen to enjoy sex more often, allowing her to more easily masturbate with the exhaust whenever she needed to satisfy herself. Besides, the extra large pipe of a truck would be big enough to satisfy all of me if I wanted to have sex with it, and Karen could even stimulate me for real this time.

I could only imagine what it would be like. Karen starting her cold engine, asking me to put my cock in front of her tailpipe, warming me up with pulsating exhaust gases that stimulate and enlarge me, then insisting that I quickly insert myself into the end of her extra large pipe. My cock would get rock hard as I thrust it in and out, forcing myself against the end of her pipe to build up pressure, jerking back and allowing the exhaust to blast out past my cock and against the front of me while enjoying the warmth and moisture from her engine and remaining lubricated by the abundant carbon coating the inside of her extra large opening. Karen would hang out the window of the truck, looking back at me, goosing her engine to create a little extra back pressure to heighten my pleasure, taking control of me and making me climax for her. She knew I would be helpless to resist the blasts of her warm, moist diesel exhaust, and she would quickly stimulate me to orgasm while watching me perform for her enjoyment. Nothing turns Karen on more than manipulating her exhaust to make me climax and then watching me ejaculate for her.

Half way through my ejaculation, Karen would demand that I quickly pull out of her tailpipe and let her watch some of my sperm eject from the end of my cock as I finished coming for her. This way, it would only take a few seconds and I would be totally satisfied and she would too because she so loves to actually see my sperm come for her. While still in my afterglow Karen would demand that I re-insert my cock into the pipe so she could use thrusts of her exhaust to clean the remainder of my sticky sperm out of her truck and onto the front of me to get even for her always having to deal with the mess of my come that I deposit in her cunt during intercourse. As I withdraw and clear the way, Karen would gun her engine extra hard to finish blowing my sperm mixed with her exhaust carbon from the end of her massive tailpipe to see the truck actually come for her, but this time, the come is for real, the sight of which is more than she can handle. Karen would immediately climax reaching her own orgasm, which she does more easily now, as she violently gunned the engine with both of us observing the dense black diesel smoke and soot belching from the end of her gigantic exhaust pipe, the sight of which leaves her completely satisfied.

After settling down, she would drive off, rapidly pumping the throttle and laboring the engine in her afterglow, easily making more clouds of thick black diesel smoke gush from her tailpipe while watching the scene in her rear view mirror. Soon she would mellow out and her sexual drive would subside. Then she would act normal for days or even weeks before developing a need to play with her truck once again. I love to be with Karen as she continues to turn me on anytime I am near her, with or without the use of her car. She has developed a strange love for cars and has a fetish for automobile exhaust, but still thoroughly enjoys having sex under even the most bizarre circumstances. By the way, Karen stills pumps the gas several times and then works to labor down the engine of her new Cadillac every time she starts it up while looking in the rear view mirror to see if she is successful in making any smoke. That always turns me on, too, and I’m sure now you can figure out why.

Now, where is the nearest truck dealer?