The tires dug in very quickly in the much softer dirt. Had she let off, she would have easily made it free, as it was not muddy, just super soft.

Stacy was not letting go. She was not going to be a bad girl and let her man down.

Mark knew from the sound of the engine that it was done. There was no more traction. Stacy had spun the car completely down to the frame. The rev limiter kicked in. Stacy romped the pedal a few times before nailing it to the carpet.

With a loud backfire, the motor laid down from overheated exhaustion and powered down before shutting off… leaving the trio silently sitting exhaling.

Epilogue?

Some time later, after Mark had put a good show of digging to get the car free, he secured the tow-strap to the front bumper. Meg stood behind the car ready to push. While she was forbidden to touch the beauty that was Stacy, she could help her gain her freedom. Besides, the fresh air was doing her good to cool off.

Mark gave a knowing nod to Meg. She was going to enjoy herself out of view of Stacy. Starting up his truck, he place himself in position to remove the slack from the line. While it was all too easy to go hard and yank his lady free, he was going to ease the car to freedom. It had worked enough as it was.

Stacy, eager to prove her devotion to her task, was all too eager to push the car’s limits. The V8 buzzed up and down the full range of it’s vocal tonality as Stacy’s foot plunged in and out demanding liberty.

Mark didn’t rush himself. He knew Meg was going to be eternally grateful to him for this rare opportunity to have another round of pleasure to savor.

Somewhere on the other side of the woods was a man in his massive V8 powered Town Car. He had pulled over the side of the road and was readying himself to give his lady the reigns of this beast. He had worked tirelessly for months to coax her into driving out into these very woods. He had no idea how far things would go, but he had hoped his lady would not protest this very day.

He wanted to experience the thrill of being her knight in shining armor as she put the V8 through it’s paces. Hearing the sounds of another V8 screaming in ecstasy raced his heart. His lady, however, looked a bit apprehensive. She was not in the mood to be caught stuck in the mud in the wrong type of car. But her man wanted this.

She took the wheel and reluctantly turned off the main road down what appeared to be a rather steep dirt path. The silly grind that was transforming itself into a smirk confirmed her worse fear. The man was getting heavily aroused by the prospect of her being humiliated behind the wheel in a fervent futile effort to climb this hill.

Adjusting herself with a wiggle of her rear, she grabbed the wheel and pushed the pedal as best as her super high heeled foot could reach. The car surged forward. The power that hit her was intoxicating. She understood immediately why he was so attached to this car and didn’t want to trade it for an SUV like hers. The V8 power was intense. The body rolled and obeyed as the car surged forward mightily.

She was in charge of all of this power. She was in charge of this beast. It obeyed eagerly every single command and rewarded her with lustful pangs of sinful desires. She was in powerful control and the beast obeyed without fail. She was moving this vehicle and enjoying too much the feeling of raw unchecked tamed brutal beastly power.

What she was not aware of, as she reveled in the power, was that the hill was getting steeper by the yard. Soon, the climb would overcome the traction limits of the car.

She didn’t notice or care. The feeling buzzing between her legs was intense. It didn’t help that her man was caressing her thigh the way she enjoyed and yearned for. This was going to be a sweet ride.

Then she lost traction. At first, she took the shuttering to be just the rumbling of ripples in the dirtway. To compensate, she pushed the pedal harder and enjoyed the surge of muscle roaring out of the V8. The car resumed it’s hasty climb only to soon slow some. She pushed harder to correct the disobedience and was rewarded with a nice forward thrust that opened the flood gates of her libido as she dripped her moisture all over her man’s hands that were massaging her sweetly.

On the final corner, per the GPS, the dirt path got a bit steeper. No problem. She stretched out her heeled foot as far as she could. This usually solved the issue in her SUV, albeit less responsively than this machine. The response was impressive but the forward motion lacking. The car was vibrating hard and shuttering badly. She let off the gas puzzled.

Her man, while still massaging, let slip his hands inside her wetness. Her eyes rolled as she struggled to find the brake pedal to stop the rearward roll of the car.

She was enjoying the pulsations of her walls trying to hold his hand in place as he magically charmed her. She needed to finish that climb, as he had promised to take her with all he had once she arrived to the top.

Clearing her throat, she placed her foot on the gas and pushed copiously expecting to shoot up the hill to their destination. Little did she know they had rolled back into the ditch at the edge of the road.

She was vaguely aware of the roar of another V8 joining the roar of her V8 as she struggled to keep focus and figure why she was not moving up as expected. Her man found her clit and began working feverishly yet lovingly to bring her arousal up. She needed to focus, but he was playing her song. Her foot was quivering up and down. The car was starting to rock harder back and forth in response. The pleasure was overwhelming her. She needed power. Lots of it. She needed to get up that hill.