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Ronnie felt her body sink into the softness of the bed, even as she felt the hardness of the man next to her. She watched as his arm slid around her waist, and felt him pulling her towards him. Instinctively, she turned her face towards him and his lips connected with hers.

She raised her hands to caress his shoulders and felt his weight shift until he was slightly above her. Slowly she wrapped one leg around his, pulling his thigh between her own. He moved his leg between her own, and Ronnie began to move slowly against him, knowing her pussy was leaving trails of wetness on his skin.

His moans and the hardness against her belly told her of his desire, his need. She ran her hands over his body, feeling the well-developed muscles that must have come from working on the hacienda. Son or no son, he did not have the body of a pampered child of a wealthy rancher! Ronnie moved her hands lower until she reached his ass. It was tight and shaped and she wrapped her fingers around the rock hard muscles, squeezing and pulling him towards her.

At the same time, she felt his hands move, over her body, following her curves and a shiver ran down her spine. She arched her back and pressed her breasts into him, wanting and needing his touch.

He took the hint, as he leaned down and trailed his tongue over one of her hard nipples. She groaned into his dark hair, and released her hold on his ass. She slowly ran her nails along the flesh of his hips, and he sucked in the nipple as his teeth raked the flesh.

Reaching towards the front of him, Ronnie gently stroked his cock, and felt the sticky pre-cum forming at the tip. She began to move, in order to taste his sweetness, but his arms held her fast.

"Mi querida, it has been so very long for me. I know I will not last long, this first time. Let me take my pleasure and then I will give you pleasure as you have never known."

She looked up into his dark eyes. They were apologetic, and she wondered how it would be to live out here - the nearest neighbor was miles away, and who knew where the next available female was. She smiled up at him, and moved under him. A smile danced across his face as he raised up to allow Ronnie to slide beneath him.

He kneeled back and spread her thighs. As he watched her, Ronnie moved her hands over her breasts, grabbing at the nipples, pulling them. He ran one finger along her slit, then gently pushed into her sex. Ronnie gasped at that, then grabbed her knees and brought them up to her shoulders. She watched as the vaquero smiled and grabbed his cock. He placed it at the entrance to her pussy and began to nudge himself gently into her. Ronnie did not want gentle - oh no. She managed to grab his ass while pushing her body forward, and felt him slide into her velvet wetness. His eyes showed a startled look before it was quickly replaced by lust.

He began fucking her, with Ronnie muttering encouragements to him from a position that did not allow her to move much. She watched his face, contorted with pleasure, his hips flying back and forth. She began to tremble at the feel of him, at the feel of his cock within her.

And then, Carlos grunted and his face grew slack. He rammed once, twice, and then a third time deep inside of her. He held that position and Ronnie knew his spraying the insides of her pussy with his cum. She ran her hands over his body, cooing to him.

He held his position until his arms began to shake, then fell heavily onto her, breathing hard.

"Gracias, gracias, gracias, mi querida. Oh gracias...."

She thought he had drifted to sleep and was beginning to wonder how she would ever breathe again, when he suddenly slid lower. He looked up at her and smiled.

"And now, querida. As promised!"

He spread her thighs open once more, and she could feel his cum and her juices coating her pussy. She watched as he bent lower, then gasped as his tongue touched her inner thigh.
 
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"My breasts are very responsive Gringo...see?"
LaInfanta' had shed the leather bustier and was standing a yard in front of Shea, her saucy breasts within grabbing distance...if, of course he was capable of grabbing, which he wasn't. He pulled again on the restraints and smiled weakly...
"They are?"

The Mexican she-cat, cupped them high and began to rub the nipples with her thumbs. They tightened and stiffened into dark coral bullets almost instantly.

She moaned...
"Oh yessss, I need a man to lick them...a man to suck them."

She raised the splendid globes high and her pretty pink tongue darted out but fell short of the rosy targets.

She pouted...
"See, I can't do it myself perrquito..would you help me?"

"OH would I!"
Shea twisted in his chains and leaned forward, lips ready.
His "infantile eagerness to suck"(Ronnie's words) temporarily
supressing the growing discomfort in his cock.

Maria Gabriella smiled like a little girl with a new puppy and stepped foward.
With the stiletto's on she was nearly Shea's height and he could easily have engorged himself on those succulant tips.
If she'd just come forward...another...inch.
He tried anyway.
His tongue fluttered eagerly an inch above her nipples like a pink butterfly.

"Too bad perrquito, if only you were a little closer ehhh?"
She was pinching her nipples, twisting them...
With a superhuman effort, he lunged forward in his restraints and managed a delicious lick or two.

"Gringo!"...La Infanta said, stepping away a frown on her face.
"Bad bad boy!...you must be punished for that."

Her hand closed tight around his aching cock and began to pump it, and pump it...
Her eyes never left his ...her hand was tightening like a vise.

Sweat broke out on his forehead.
She smiled.
 
Ronnie's breath was coming short and fast as she felt the vaquero's tongue slowly slide up her inner thigh. She ran her hands over her body, almost afraid to touch him for fear he might stop.

As his lips reached her pussy, he stopped and raised his head. Ronnie jumped as a stream of cool air poured over her clit, then a groan escaped her lips. She moved her hands down to the bed, clutching at the comforter beneath her.

"Ah, mi querida, I believe you are ready to be pleasured, yes? Yes, I think so." Another stream of cool air caressed her clit, and Ronnie cried out softly.

She felt him push her thighs a part, and she sank back onto the pillow wanting to simply enjoy and feel what the handsome Mexican was going to do to her body. She sighed deeply as she felt his tongue lick slowly along her pussy lips and she felt herself squirm. His tonge probed deeper, in between the folds of her sex, then gently circled her clit. Her fingers were picking madly at the comforter, her body beginning to shake. She opened her eyes slightly, only to find his dark eyes looking up at her from between her thighs. He raised his head and smiled.

"There is nothing so enjoyable to watch as a woman being pleasured. I think I shall enjoy this almost as much as you!"

Ronnie felt his lips at the entrance to her sex. She could still feel their mingled juices running from her, and she was startled when his lips closed around her and began to suck. She jumped as she felt his tongue entering her, licking her, pulling out the last few drops from her body. She heard him moan, then felt him begin to squirm over her. Ronnie began to rotate her hips and then brought her hands up to his head. She ran her fingers through his dark, coarse hair before pushing him into.

His lips covered her pussy and he sucked hard as his tongue lashed at the delicate flesh. Ronnie tried to move her legs, but his hands kept them prisoner. She was moaning and calling out, but no one could understand what she said. However, the tone was unmistakable. she placed her feet on the bed and raised her hips, encouraging him to continue. He wrapped his arms around her thighs as his lips began to suck on the tender flesh.

Ronnie felt herself let go, felt herself give into the tongue and lips of the handsome young man between her thighs. She began moving with him, her lips begging for release, her fingers pushing him lower.

She felt her body tense, and knew Carlos could feel it as well. He began to move faster, harder, and Ronnie could hear his unspoken words for her to cum, to pleasure herself on his tongue. She felt open and vulnerable, and the thought was enough to send her crashing over the edge. She arched her back and tensed her thighs, as her pleasure overtook her. Her fingers held his head tightly against her pussy and she could vaguely feel his fingers press deep into her flesh. She cried out to the ceiling and walls, and she thought she felt Carlos' body shiver as well.

Ronnie felt her body sink back into the comforter, her body seeming to melt. Carlos very gently kissed her thighs, then moved up her body, kissing as he approached her lips. She felt his weight heavy on top of her, yet she didn't mind as she slipped her arms about him and returned the kiss he shared with her.

He rolled over onto his back, and Ronnie was left to catch her breath and feel amazed at what had just occurred. She felt Carlos' fingers on her body, teasing her body already tingling with feeling. She allowed herself to sink into the afterglow as she turned towards Carlos and curved herself into his side. His arm went about her and pulled her close. She listened to his heart beating and his breathing, almost easing into sleep.

Suddenly her eyes flew open. Shea! What had happened to him?

She lifted her head and Carlos looked at her quizically. "Si?"

"Shea - the man I came here with. What happened to him?"

"Ah, but he is fine, mi querida. Do not concern yourself with him. He is being well-taken care of, I promise you!"

"I'd like to find that out for myself, if you don't mind. Please, Carlos?" She trailed a finger along his chest and looked into his brown eyes. She heard him sigh and felt him squeeze her tightly.

"Si, okay. You want to see the gringo, you shall see him. Once you realize just how he is, perhaps we can come back here and finish our evening, eh?"

"But it's daylight," Ronnie observed.

"Mi querida, it can be whatever we wish. Get dressed and I'll take you to your gringo."

Ronnie smiled at him before kissing him on the cheek. She slid off the bed and began getting dressed.
 

While Ronnie was deep in cunnilingus heaven up above, Shea was also having an epiphany of sorts down below. He'd never realised pain could feel so good...for so long.

His cock had grown to enormous proportions, a throbbing blood engorged, purple monster of a thing, that frightened him to look at !.
La Infanta knelt in front of it, deviling the swollen head with rapid little licks, while her hands stroked it to even greater volume and played billiards with his balls...
"Come on little boy...cum for Maria...please....pleasssssse"

Oh he really, really wanted to...but somehow, he just couldnt...quite...seem to....

"Maybe this will help eh?"
He watched as her soft full lips parted and she slid them over the head of his bursting cock and inched along the shaft.
Her bright eyes stared up at him, the pressure on his balls increased.
Another inch...another...Maria's mouth was stuffed with Shea's groaning meat. Sweat ran off him in rivers...every muscle in his body was wired tight! he squeezed his eyes shut! He.....

GODDDDDDDDD!!!!!

Then she was gone...
Gone?!

He looked...
His best friend, his woodie, was a huge glistening travesty of an erection, an aching node of feverish pain and sensation. He hardly recognized it!

Maria Gabriella was standing a few feet away her back turned to him, slowly slipping back into her discarded clothes.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

She turned, an evil smile spread across her lips. Lips wrapped around his cock a minute ago!
"Naughty perroquito...you shouldn't curse like that."
She walked up to him, the half globes of her tits bursting over the unlaced bustier.
Her hand snaked up around his neck and drew his face to hers. Her mouth brushed his...her fingernails slid along the taught stuffed skin of his erection like 10 fine razorblades.
"You will go to hell you know."

The words left her lips at the same time her nails cut through the rubber band, releasing a flood tide of scalding fluids in all directions like a ruptured steam boiler!
Shea screamed like a ruptured steam boiler too, and somewhere lost in the avalanche of sensations he had an orgasm.
Semen shot from his jerking tortured tool and struck a distance record that Shea would have been proud of had he been in any condition to notice it at all.
 
As Ronnie folowed the tall, handsome Mexican, she couldn't help but admire his form even under his clothing. She soon lost her way as they snaked through corridors and down stairs. They soon came to a room, and Carlos quickly grabbed Ronnie's hand.

"What is it?" She asked him.

He brought a finger to his lips, silencing her.

Suddenly a scream echoed through the room that caused Ronnie's heart to jump into her throat. It sounded like, but no, it couldn't be. She peered around Carlos' bulk and into the room, and her mouth popped open.

Shea was tied to the doorway, his feet barely on the floor, his face red and contorted in what appeared to be pain. As Ronnie looked down, she could see his cock, larger than normal, still quivering and shaking, the telltale drippings of his orgasm silently falling to the tile.

"Shea?" At her voice, both Carlos and Maria Gabriella turned towards her. Shea simply moaned and darted his eyes furtively in her direction. "Are you okay?"

"Senorita, your man is more than okay, I assure you," the beautiful, half-dressed woman in front of Shea replied. "You have such a wonder toy to play with. You should consider yourself lucky."

Ronnie thought about the statement. After some of the crap that Shea had gotten her into, she didn't always consider herself to be "lucky"!

"Ah, but Gabriella this one here is a fortunate find in her own right!" Carlos spoke up and placed his arm around Ronnie's shoulders.

Shea looked up for the first time, and his focused. "Hi Ronnie! Hey, how you doin'?" His speech was slightly slurred, and Ronnie wondered what this woman had done to him.

Ronnie turned to Carlos, and ran a hand up his arm. "Hey, look, we've all had our fun, k? Why not just let us go now? What do you say?"

"No, not yet." His smile almost bordered on evil. As he turned to Maria Gabriella, Ronnie felt her heart sink. "I think we should watch these two gringos fuck, what do you say?"

Gabriella's eyes took in Shea's softening member, then laughed. "If she can get him hard again, I think they should put on a show for us. Then we can think about letting them leave!"

Before she could think, Carlos grabbed her arm and led her to Shea. Twisting her arm lightly, Ronnie sank to her knees in front of Shea, his now limp cock in front of her face.

"Make him hard, gringa, then make him cum!"

Ronnie glanced up at Carlos and then down, before looking up at Shea. He was focusing more now, but still looked a bit out of it.

"Shea. Shea?" Ronnie tried to whisper. "Shea, you gotta help me out here!"

Ronnie placed her hand around his cock and began to stroke the limp cock hoping that Shea had at least one more orgasm to share with all of them.
 

The number of times Shea's 'old trusty' had deserted him he could count on one hand and have some left over. So why he wondered, WHY!? was his weenie wallowing limp as old lettuce inside Veronica's luscious mouth at this attempt!

"...You Gotta help me here"
She was whispering around his reluctant prick and by GOD he was trying!
His mind was furiously trying to resurrect every libidinous activity he'd stood up too in recent memory but the sight of Carlos and his
frightening sister eyeing him with chips of glittering obsidian was short cutting all attempts at raising a boner.

"Balls.."
He whispered, hoping Ron's hands softly massaging his jewels might do the trick...it didn't.
"Use your tongue"...she was.

Carlos pulled out a knife and began playing with it.
"Maybe this sad gringo should be relieved of the burden of carrying such a poor thing around...eh sister?"
The Infanta was frowning now, hands balled on her shapely hips.
"Or maybe it's the Gringa who hasn't the picante to fire a real man."

Shea felt Veronica stiffen at the barb and hoped she wouldn't mouth off at this particular moment when her attentions did seem to be having some modest effect....or was it fear that was beginning to stiffen his cock

"Hey!" he said in desperation.
"Maybe you guys could help by getting it on yourselves...I mean why just watch?"

Too late he remembered that most Latino's had strong feelings about incest...

 
OOC..two years coming up Chele and we still have to get through Nebraska!
 
**OOC: Okay, okay, Shea! I get the "hint"! :)**

"How dare you even to suggest such a disgusting thing!" Maria Gabriella's voice filled the room. "Who are you to say such a thing as that to me, eh?"

Ronnie could hear the anger and venom in the woman's voice and dared not look up from her assignment. She started stroking Shea's cock as her mouth moved over him, suddenly feeling some life come back into him. She tried to look up, but Shea's eyes were on the woman in back of her.

"You just worry about amusing us, gringo. If your pathetic manhood can!"

Ronnie heard Carlos chuckle softly as she heard Maria's heels beat a tatoo across the floor. A noise and then a whistle in the air, and Ronnie felt Shea's body clench. At just that moment, the snap sounded next to her ear and she jumped. What the fuck?

"Now, Maria, sweetheart," Shea was attempting to use his coolness to gain the situation. "You know I didn't really mean what I said, right? Please, just put down the whip, okay?"

The WHIP!?!?! Ronnie could feel her heart thudding and she began to pull away from Shea's cock. Run is she had to. She had to get out of here! Suddenly, she felt the air from the whip against her back just as she heard the snap from behind her.

"Gringa, I know how to use this and use it well. I would suggest you continue to make your man cum - if either you or he is capable!"

Ronnie resumed her task with added fervor, only now delighted to find out Shea was stiffening. She knew it had to be more out of fear than arousal, but hell, anyway she could get him off and get out of this looney bin, the better!

Ronnie clamped her lips down hard and began sucking. Her hand flew over his shaft, and she felt his balls gently slap at her chin. She could feel Shea's eyes on her and felt his body move towards her. A movement against her cheek caused Ronnie to jump, and the scent of leather filled her senses.

"Yes, that's it, gringa. Suck your man hard. Suck him off for us! And maybe the other end of this whip should go into his backside, eh? Make him cum even harder, yes?"

"NO!" Shea cried out with a fear that Ronnie had not heard before.

In a movement of desperation, Ronnie gently grabbed the end of the whip and snaked it around Shea's cock. Perhaps this would placate the woman intent on humiliating and embarassing them both.

"Ah, yes, gringa, a good idea. This way if the gringo dissatisfies me, all I need do is pull back on my whip!"

Shea's cock sprung stiff in Ronnie's mouth, and she began to wonder if he could cum at all if he was this terrified!
 
they went driving on the freeway

hands in motion

times changing excitement milking the clock
 
Cuim to the rescue!

OOC...
MyFriend27, welcome to the SRPs but please read the thread intros. This is a closed thread for myself and SexyChele.




How foolish she was to ever doubt Shea's abilities to cum in even the most awkward situations.

His eyes followed the snaking length of the whip from the coils around his cock to the glittering eyes and saucy tits of the bitch who held it.
He'd show her by god!

"Ron get ready baby, cause I'm gonna let the dam break."
he whispered between his teeth, his challenging gaze never leaving the lush body of the Infanta.

Carlos had walked behind Veronica now and grabbed her hips raising her ass and pushing his cock slowly into it.
Shea felt Ronnie tense momentarily at the anal invasion, but knowing how much she liked it and Knowing how much she was probably getting off on being penetrated from both ends, got him even hotter and he began thrusting his throbbing cock into her mouth with frantic enthusiasm.

Shea saw the bitch tremble at the sight of her brother driving himself into Ronnie's pretty ass, while he pumped himself into her mouth. She was certainly distracted....

"NOW BABY!"
He screamed as loud as he could and released a volcano of cum into her throat.
She'd swallowed enough of his jism over the years to fill a bathtub, but this WAS a bathtub all at once!

She jerked her head away to keep from choking and Shea angled his hips upward and rocketed thick white gobs of cum into Carlos'eyes.
"Get her Ron...Get her now!"

He'd twisted fast and now a packet of spend was lancing in La Infanta's direction and she'd dropped the whip to protect herself!
Carlos had staggered back cursing, wiping at his eyes...

Now was the moment! If only Veronica would act in time!
 
OOC: Ah, the return of an old favorite at the request of my esteemed co-writer. Thanks, Ari!

With Carlos pounding into her ass and Shea's cock filling her mouth, Ronnie began to acheive a nirvana she had never known previously. Suddenly, she heard Shea cry out and her mouth filled with his jizz. She tried to swallow as fast as she could, but still it kept coming. Jeez! How much could this man shoot out?

Choking and gasping, Ronnie broke free from Shea's cock and watched with detached numbness as his cock seemingly took on a mind of its own, shooting and spraying white stickines in every direction.

Carlos cried out and when Ronnie turned around, she saw him clawing at his eyes and smiled. Yeah, she knew what it was like when Shea gotcha in the eye! Burned like hell!

When Gabriella screamed, Ronnie looked up at Shea. His eyes were pleading with her and at first, she looked up at him stupidly. Then, from somewhere in her brain, she figured out this was the time to move and move now!

Standing up, she turned to Carlos and grabbed the knife at his belt. Spinning around she quickly cut through the binds that held Shea to the doorway and stepped back.

"Damn, Ronnie, I didn't think you were ever gonna get it!"

"Oh, shut up and let's get out of here!"

Gabriella was regaining her composure as Shea grabbed Ronnie's hand and began to run.

"Shea! SHEA!" Ronnie yelled, but Shea wasn't listening. She tried to keep up, stumbled over the tile, regained her balance, and fled out the door. She could hear Gabriella yelling for help and cursing Carlos at the same time.

"Over there! C'mon, Ron!"

"Shea! SHEA!" Ronnie saw that what he was pointing to was Carlos' horse. Shea continued to run and in one somewhat smooth movement, he had his foot in the stirrup and was in the saddle. He reached down and Ronnie found herself being swung up onto the saddle just as two goons came to the door.

"YA"! Shea called out as though he were a real cowboy, and Ronnie grasped him about the waist. The horse broke into a gallop and then into a run. Ronnie and Shea bumped along, with Ronnie glancing behind to make certain their pursuers were not in sight.

Shea turned into a dry river bed and swung up behind some rocks. He motioned to her to be quiet and sat back. In a few moments, 3 vaqueros galloped by in search of Shea and Ronnie.

"See? I knew we could lose 'em. C'mon, let's go."

"Um, Shea?"

"Yeah, Ron?" He was moving the horse around, look for a back way to the highway.

"You do realize we are naked, right? And we still have no gas for the car. Don't you think those guys are going straight for the car? How are we going to get out of this mess, sweetheart?" Ronnie let the sarcasm drip from her voice and smiled slightly when she felt Shea tense up.
 
OOC: On the road again! :)





He was standing in the stirups, one arm around her waist...a Louis L'Amour cover except for being naked.

"I'll be damned!....Over there!"

"Where?"
Ronnie spun around to look, Shea grabbed her tit.
"Ohhh Baby."
He squeezed.

"GODDAMIT SHEA we're in a fucking pickle here...What are we gonna do?"

He pointed down along the dusty road that wound out of the evil hacienda towards the highway.
"Look."

There it was...unmistakeable, a long, sleek white convertable moving like the wind, rooster tail of dust a hundred yards long.

The Virgin!

It would pass below them in less than a minute...

"Shea how are we...."

Cries rose behind them along with the thunder of countless hooves.
"Oh shit!"

There were at least a dozen yipping and yelling vaquero's pounding up the hill below them led by the the Infanta and her brother.

"Damn Ron, look at her will ya! A real Ekestrian."
A shot shaved his earlobe while half a dozen more slammed into the dirt beneath them.

"LET"S RIDE!"

Ronnie grabbed Shea by the waist and held on tight as she possibly could as they thundered down the steep rocky incline to the road below. She wasn't sure if she'd be safer as Carlos Love Slave back at the Hacienda. To her knowledge the only horse Shea had ever ridden was a wooden one at the amusement park...

"GET READY BABY!"
She opened her eyes and saw the tailfins of the white caddy coming up fast...thundering hooves, racing engine, clouds of choking dust, and she was bouncing on the saddle like a rubber ball in a paint mixer!

"NOW!" Shea screamed!

*GOOD LORD! NOW WHAT?!*

 
“He can’t be fucking SERIOUS!” Ronnie screamed the words, but wasn’t certain if they hit the wind or only reverberated in her head.

She felt Shea lift up, his muscles tensing, and she caught onto what he was attempting. She tried to pull him back down.

“Ronnie, let go! We gotta do this, babe! It’s the only way!”

“Shea! SHEA! NO -!”

Ronnie felt herself half jerked, half pulled from the horse as Shea leaped from the animal’s back. She felt her feet graze the back of the horse and pushed off instinctively. She landed on the trunk of the Virgin with a most distinctly unladylike grunt and felt the breath leave her body. She coughed and choked as she felt Shea pulling her arm. Slowly she slid across the warm metal, gaining her breath slowly. As her skin rasped across the metal, she coughed and yelped. Pushing herself across the metal, she landed firmly in the backseat with Shea.

“See, baby? We’re okay!” Shea looked back over the trunk of the Virgin to see Carlos and Gabriella slowing in the dust. He raised his hand in salute, a smile across his face.

“Uh, Shea. Shea?” Ronnie bumped him, having only his dick and balls to pull on. “SHEA!”

“Yeah? What is it, Ron?”

“Who is that driving?”

Suddenly the driver turned around and looked at them.

“Well, golly gee! Will you look at that? Now where did y’all come from? Just wait until my boss gets a load of you two!”

Ronnie glared at Shea as she attempted to cover herself.

“Who are you? And what are you doing with my car!” Shea demanded.

“Why, is this your car, mister? The state trooper told me to tow it to the impound lot. He thought it was abandoned. But I knew it weren’t – nice care like this? No siree bob! I knew there’d have to be some one who owned it. Oh, I’m Jim Bob. Work at the gas station down the road apiece. Nice to meet y’all!” He swung his arm across the back seat and Shea gamely took it.

“Great,” Ronnie said rolling her eyes. “Naked in the back of a car being driven by some hillbilly. Shea, you better think quick on how to get us out of here!”
 
Just outside of Albuquerque...


How many times on this trip had she had to barter her body for the wherewithall to go on?
But there was no doubt they were broke, naked and totally at the mercy of JimBob and his 'Boss', a hulking brute of a man named Shag Grommitt.
And there was no doubt that Shag was expecting something for services rendered, which included gas, oil, two new tires and a grease covered pair of overalls for Shea.
Thank God, Shea's wallet (empty of course) was in the glove compartment along with the registration papers and drivers license, or they probably would have been out one cadillac.
Hell they might still be! Grommit could snap them both in half with one big hairy arm, if he took a mind to.

So for about $56.50 in mechanics services, and one of Mrs. Grommit's lavender pants suits, Veronica was about to give Shag and Jim Bob a blow job.
At least they hadn't asked for more.

"Can I have some privacy please."
Shea looked at his gal kneeling before the two grinning grease jockies...a cock in each hand.
"Oh comeon baby, you know how it turns me on to watch."

She gave him a sour look, shrugged and got down to business.

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Mandy Remington was pissed off. THe bright pink T-Bird Daddy had bought her was broken!
Steam was shooting from under the hood and the engine was making the most AWFUL sound.
She was going to be late for cheerleading parctice!

Thank goodness Grommits Garage was right around the corner.
Jim Bob was kind of cute too.
The car suttered up the driveway and died.
She got out and kicked the wheel.
"Stupid old car!"

The place looked deserted.

"Hello! Is anyone there?...I need some help!"
 
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