V8 of Eights – Chapter 7

Poor Meg was just too spent to be of any use to anyone. She’d need a bit of after care from Todd asap.

Somehow, Stacy was not understanding the need to ease up. Mark braced himself for the inevitable. Once those overheated smoking tires hit that lip of asphalt, that level of spinning would quickly shred them. He had no way of replacing those tires. But he was too far to get Stacy’s attention either. He pulled back behind a tree for safety and waited for the shredded rubber to fly.

Stacy felt the bump effect of the tires smacking up against the edge of asphalt. The smoke immediately intensified ten fold from the change in traction. Stacy let off the gas a brief moment, allowing her rear to slide back down into her seat.

As soon as the motor had dropped nearly enough to require the transmission to upshift, Stacy slammed the pedal down hard. The motor nearly fell flat and stumbled as it gasped for air. The transmission was not sure what to do and stayed paralyzed in overdrive gear. The torque twisted the frame but didn’t translate to the axle as well. The tires, already melting, managed to mold and grab hold of the edge and hoist themselves over onto the asphalt.

Being they were still very muddy, it took several revolutions of tortured spinning as the motor spooled up to full song before all the mud was cleared off the treads.

When the traction was found, the sudden abrupt backlash through the drive-line overwhelmed the over-heat-stressed motor which succumbed to the blow and stalled out as Stacy had another violent orgasm shake her soul.

The car slowly rolled to a stop as the hot metal pinged and panged and popped. The hissing heat and radiating fury was oozing out of all the seams of the metal joints. The car sagged on its suspension as a deflated and beat heap of spent sexual energy.

Meg exhaled as she shuttered from another round of aftershocks as Stacy sat totally transfixed trying to understand why her body was convulsing so gleefully at a situation that otherwise was not sexual in nature. She wanted more of this. She needed this elixir. Worse, this no sex before marriage thing was going to be her undoing. She had the taste, the bug, the desire.

As Mark walked up, he knew he had to thank his lady. He had managed to hold on. He was impressed. He had kept his cool in his pants and also had watched his lady do the impossible. She was the one. She had everything he had secretly fancied.

The car would eventually re-fire once it cooled off, but the overheated radiator needed a break as the V8 sat still… recovering from the demands of an impetuous mistress.

As he looked on his glowing glistening lady, Mark couldn’t help himself. He reached in and pulled her face toward him. He kissed her gently and softly. She grabbed at him and kissed back with fury. She was in full heat and wanted her man. His hand slipped down and cupped her breast as she quivered with ecstatic shivers.

Her orgasm surprised her. It was far more intense than the three she had already just had. Mark was keenly aware of all that sexual charge. There was time but he was not going to break his word. She needed him to stay strong in their moment of tender weakness.

Pulling back away from Stacy was difficult. His brain applauded him as his heart vehemently protested. He slid into the back seat of the car. Meg was in her own world craving Todd.

With a voice of authority Mark instructed Stacy to get to the cabin. He knew he’d have to clean the car up. There was no way to let Meg go back with the car so muddy. Then, he’d have to let the girls go back home as he’d have to get ready for his flight.

While he wouldn’t have the chance to give her the gift he had in mind, he had seen enough to know that she’d love it. Plus, he got a far greater gift than he ever expected this soon in his romantic journey.

Stacy eagerly adjusted herself once more and started cranking the spent motor. It was not catching. She started romping the pedal to get it going. Mark tried not to chime in, as she was near flooding the motor. Thankfully, that raw fuel was cooling the engine block. It fired up reluctantly and sputtered curses at it’s mistress. With a few sharp raps of pedal, she cleared the protest out and ignored the sassy backfire.

Slipping into gear, she pushed the pedal hard and enjoyed the sound of protesting tires as she took off towards the cabin. She had learned her lesson. She was not going to let Mark down again.

Mark, noticing the overconfidence, checked his phone to see if he could push his flight back. There was the sure risk of Stacy sliding off once more.

No sooner he confirmed the later flight, Stacy yelped in surprise. She was coming around the final bend a bit too fast. She turned in with enthusiasm and assumed she could power around the curb like she did with her front wheel drive car by adding more gas. That rarely worked for rear drive cars once their drive tires had slid off the asphalt, but Stacy didn’t know that.

The back end stepped out and off the narrow asphalt surface. As the car slid out, Stacy knew that letting off the gas was what did her in the last time. Not to be outdone this time, she stuffed the pedal hard into the mats. She stood up on the pedal to ensure she had max power as the car slowed to a halt. She stayed on it begging the car to go as it slowly started to move forward.

Meg was cheering her own as well. They both started rocking in their seats. The car slowly came to a halt. Stacy did not let up. She could see the cabin ahead. She had to make it.