This is an interesting incident.

I had been going out with my girlfriend, Sherry, for many months now, and we've been having sex practically nonstop. One night we were coming home from dinner, riding in Sherry's hot, deep blue Camaro.

I told her that I wanted to have sex with her in the car, which was something we had never done.

She was eager to have this new experience, and when we got to her house, she parked us in the garage, and we got out of the car. Sherry said that she wanted to shower. I would have joined her, but as you realize, the male of the species only has so many charges in his wand, and we wanted to save it for this new experience.

Besides, we had sex in the shower many times before. Sherry went into the house, while I stayed in the garage, removing my clothes.

I'm just glad it was summer the garage was cool, but not cold or boiling like outside. I tossed my clothes on to the warm hood of the Camaro. Then I sat on it, idly kicking the tire with the ball of my foot, and absently fondling my length.

I ran my eyes along the sleek lines of the car. My length started to rise. I found myself actually getting excited looking at a sports car! I got up and walked around to the rear of the car. Then I looked down at it's tailpipes, and damned if my length didn't jump. I mentally looked left then right, then shrugged my shoulders and said to myself, hell, here's something I never tried. I got down on my knees, supporting myself by clutching the car's rear. I slowly inched my length towards the rightmost tailpipe, 'walking' on my knees. I could feel some heat from the exhaust pipe, gently warming my length. I slowly pressed my whole length into the warm tailpipe up to the hilt! What an odd feeling! The car's tailpipe was just about my size, a little smaller, so I was pressing against some resistance.

The heat also felt wet, not dry at all. I giggled slightly as the thought "She's hot and wet for it" went through my head.

I slowly pulled out until just my head was in, then I thrust back in. Not bad. I could get used to this. I thrust in and out, and the Camaro built up momentum and began to rock back and forth! I modified my thrusts into the car so that when the Camaro was coming back, I thrust in to it's tailpipe, giving it a little shove which sent it forwards again, as I pulled out. It was as if the car was thrusting against me. It really got me hot! Back and forth, back and forth, the car bucking against me, rocking on its shocks. The car began to make little creaking noises, I'm sure you havenoticed them when your car oscillates on its shocks.

This only served to get me hotter, since the creaking sounded like the car was moaning in time to our thrusts! Well, soon I was pushing into the car's tailpipe for all I was worth, moaning as loud as the car was now.

I couldn't take it any longer. I kept my length completely in the Camaro's exhaust pipe, and thrust slightly. My balls erupted, and white lightning poured out of my length deep into the car. Exhausted so to speak, I flopped down onto the rear of the car, breathing hard, my length slowly softening in the tailpipe. I then looked up and found my girlfriend watching me! I had no idea what to say. She probably figured that, too, and said, "I hope I can please you better than my car can!" It was all right! Sherry was looking at me and her car, still joined, with a sexy look. The thought of her boyfriend having sex not with her, but her sports car clearly got her hot. I pulled out.

My length was covered in soot! The soot actually served as a lubricant.

"Uh...", I said, "I think I'll have to wash my length. Playing your car apparently isn't very clean." "Fine, " Sherry said, "I'll wash it for you. And then you can tell me what sex with my car was like." Well, as she did this, I told her that sex with the Camaro was pretty good though not as good as with her, of course!.

I also said that I hoped that I could play her car more in the future.

She agreed. What followed was sex IN the car, as we had planned. Essentially she straddled me in the seat, with the seat back down. The car jumped up and down as we played.

"Don't come knockin' if my car's rockin'" indeed! I strongly suggest to all males who read this, and females if they'd like to try, to have sex with their cars. It's quite strenuous, so try to get in a comfortable position first. Put plenty of padding under your knees, since the floor of a garage is quite hard.

You really don't want to bruise yourself, or make yourself sore. Also watch the edges of the tailpipe. If you are bigger than your car's tailpipe, I suggest you find some silicone rubber and make a sort of form that can fit over your car's exhaust pipe. This way, the edges won't dig into your length.