That startled Stacy as the car started to slide back down fast into the hole. Meg knew this would happen and was moving her body perfectly to rock the car backwards, knowing that Stacy was going to gun it… at the worse possible moment.

Stacy, feeling the car slipping back, slammed the gas pedal furiously. She didn’t want all that gained progress to be lost. She needed the car to spring forward again. She gyrated her hips forward as she pressed the pedal, suffocating it fully with her sandal. The gearbox unsure what to do, stayed fixed in second gear instead of shifting to first… unable to anticipate the coming load.

As soon as the full weight of the car slammed onto the wheels at the bottom of the whole, the motor was coming to full song. The sudden found traction caught the motor unprepared. As the car started to shoot forward, the motor succumbed to the load of the wrong gear and fell flat. Too much fuel was being forced down it’s intake manifold. It felt slammed hard against it’s limits. It was trying to breathe, but Stacy’s foot was choking it with too much raw fuel.

As the motor nearly stalled, the loss of power meant it could not clear the lip of the hole. Had Stacy stayed the course, and Mark had been pushing, and Meg was rocking with the car… Stacy would have been able to limp the car free before the motor woke up and broke traction.

Instead. Stacy let off the gas to allow the motor to catch it’s breath while Meg slammed her body backward into the seat just as Stacy pulled the wheel hard to pull herself forward. All of that physics just pulled the car back enough for gravity to take hold as it happily pulled the wheels back into the clutches of the ever deepening muddy hole.

Stacy, not to be beaten, ruthlessly slammed the pedal with all the feminist strength she could muster while raising her exposed bum fully off the seat as she clutched the wheel demanding the car launch forward.

Meg was starting to bounce also with the car. The motor yelped in agony to the demands of its mistress. It wanted to please her, but she was throttling it too much. There was not enough oxygen. The motor screamed in protest. The tires spun and ejaculated a massive load of mud, dirt, and melted rubber in a massive jettisoned arch of goo.

The car bucked but couldn’t climb the hole. The wheels were removing too much dirt too fast and the walls were getting too steep and too tight around the tires. Smoke started to billow out of the wheels as they spun furiously looking for freedom.

Stacy left off the gas. But unlike the other times, she didn’t wait for the motor to come down. She stuffed the pedal deep into the mats… her heel raised off the floor, her rear elevated, her legs shaking in anger, her body heaving in ecstasy, her boobs heaving and undulating, her hair tossed back.

This time, the left rear was completely imprisoned and unable to spin as the right rear spun in a blur of smoke and ejected dirt. Defeat was starting to feel too real. Meg was already quivering with her series of orgasms as she rocked in her seat encouraging her friend not to stop, only her friend didn’t know the real reason. Stacy was becoming overcommed with feelings that was taking over her judgment. She needed to get free before all that smoke turned fire…she thought. She lifted off the pedal and quickly slammed it back. She had to get free now before things got worse.

Somehow, between the methodical sexual rocking of Meg and the car’s forceful chassis twisting, Stacy’s heart started to find a tempo that allowed her to rock her body in massive sexual heat.

The frantic and erratic jabs at the pedal was bouncing the motor between four and six grand of rpm. The timing of her foot’s fury eventually started to line up with the motion of their bodies. The car was using the traction of the motionless left rear tire to push off of and rock the car back and forth as the right rear churned copious amounts of jettisoned mass behind itself.

The smoke was billowing. The engine was starting to find it’s full force. The gearbox, now quite overheated, shifted to top gear in hopes of getting some relief. The changed physics further labored the motor. Stacy interpreted that to mean the car was protesting her leadership, to which she sternly corrected the car by holding the pedal down long and hard.

Meg looked over. She was not sure what took over Stacy. But, from where she sat, albeit sitting wasn’t the word, she saw the dripping wetness flowing from Stacy who was flushed with passionate waves of emotions. Stacy was in her boss lady mode. Oblivious to everything sensual and only focused on one thing and one thing only. Freedom.

Lifting off the pedal, Meg concluded that Stacy was giving up. It was over. The hole had won. She was relieved to have had her several orgasm and grateful that her pants were black. No need having Stacy inquire about the wetness she had going on.

Stacy looked defiant. She was not done accepting defeat. Mark saw the look through the rear mirror. Stacy was regrouping. The worse was about to get unleashed. The two gals were breathing very heavily. The smoke was starting to clear quickly as a soothing breeze passed through. The motor sounded tired and spent as well. The idle was not smooth, even when accounting for the fact it was still in gear.

As Meg readied herself to step out, Stacy reached across and held her arm.

“Please. Please. I need you”

This totally destroyed Meg. She wanted and needed her friend too. She almost leaned in to assure her friend, but the looming presence of strong masculinity held Meg in check. Mark was leaning over her open window. His steady breathing was strong. The man was aroused, but very well controlled. His presence not only was melting Meg into a pool of sexual mess, but it was also chastising her with stern warning not to do anything with Stacy.

“Sweetie, you forgot what I had told you. You’ve made the mess worse. I have to get the truck now.”

The way Stacy’s eyes pleaded with Mark was touching Meg’s heartstrings. Why couldn’t her man read her eyes like that. She wanted to communicate openly with Todd like this. He just didn’t pay attention enough. Stacy shared entire encyclopedic information in the way her eyes brooded and pleaded. Her pouting lip glistening as it tried not to whine in plea.

“You do realize, this is a formidable ask?”

Stacy let her eyes take on a doey large moon flavor. Her hand had slipped between her legs absentmindedly and was playing.

“Please, daddy”

Mark stayed perfectly still. He was drinking in his ownership of his lady. He was reveling in the transition their relationship was taking. Stacy was not aware of it either. Mark was teaming with pride.

His dartful side eye totally calmed Meg down and reigned her fully back into herself. His eyes were not mean. They were not harsh. They were not evil. But they held massive weight of serious gravitas. Meg was not to interfere or touch Stacy. Her self-indulgence had to be contained if she was to enjoy the coming show.

“As you wish”

Stacy beamed. She was going to redeem herself. She had formulated a plan. This time, she was going to win. And that was the end of the discussion with the car. She was going to throttle this car into complete submission so she could gain her victory and honor back.

Slipping off her sandals, Stacy readjusted the seat to be closer to the pedals and in better control. Why had she not thought of that before? She rarely ever drove in such sandals.

Mark moved back just enough to be safe yet close enough to fully see all the action going on in the car. He wondered if Stacy was going to notice how exposed she was and how wet she had gotten. Didn’t matter. Once the show started, he’d have to move out of the line of sight. Could not have Meg see his visceral response to Stacy’s Body-English.

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V8 of Eights

V8 of Eights – Chapter 7 - Chapter 7 Freedom. Exhilaration. Passion. Bonding. Relationships grown through struggle. Who knew that a screaming V8 could boost a relationship to new heights
V8 of Eights – Chapter 6 - Driven to prove a point, Stacy pleads with Mark to have another chance. The fun intensifies and Mark shows his tenderness in caring for Stacy. Will this be the chapter where they make the cabin? The before last chapter in this long series...
V8 of Eights – Chapter 5 - It was time to attempt to go forward. Instructing Stacy to gently rock forward, he got into position to push. … More
V8 of Eights – Chapter 4 - The ideal situation would be for Mark to have the “bug” as well. This would have him fake pushing the … More
V8 of Eights – Chapter 3 - After a few cranks, the motor came to life with a gleeful burble only a V8 could produce. As things … More
V8 of Eights – Chapter 2 - V8 Chapter 2 - The cabin held lots of secrets. One young man, Mark, learns of paddles, belts, and straps have more than one purpose. A kink is uncovered.
V8 of Eights – Chapter 1 - V8 Chapter 1 - Mark as the hots for Stacy. Meg is the ideal wing woman. College years may have been a bit boring... but... patience is a virtue when you're playing outside your league
V8 of Eights – Introductions - V8 intro - who knew that a revved V8 struggling for traction could be the start of a new romance Trying out a different genre of romance and damsel in distress
Before We Shift Story Telling Gears - A little letter to readers.... housekeeping... before the next story line gets launched A new take on the "Damsel in Distress" genre is coming... for the summer