Disclaimer: The Cannonball Run belongs to 20th Century Fox. This story is
not-for-profit, but I own it.
Warnings: Male/female sex, strong language
Pairing: Marcie Thatcher/m
Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.
Summary: While the other Cannonballers were having a great time after the
race, a curious Marcie walks over to a handsome hunk who is looking over one
of the cars of that race.
Other Notes: This story takes place in-between THE CANNONBALL RUN and THE
CANNONBALL RUN 2 and is a birthday gift for Adrienne Barbeau, who was born
on June 11th, 1945.
Dedication: Happy 61st Birthday to Adrienne Barbeau! -- ATK 2006
Cannonball Run: New Partner
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])
It was on the Eleventh day of the month of June that two teams of race-car
drivers who were participating in a certain type of race known as the
Cannonball Run had gotten out of their vehicles and started running a
foot-race towards the California finish-line.
And at first glance, it had looked like the man named Victor Prinzim -- who
was still wearing his Captain Chaos outfit and running for his teammates,
J.J. McClure, Pamela Glover and Doctor Nikolas Van Helsing -- was about to
punch his card into the time-clock and win the race.
But that was before a hysterical woman had screamed for someone to help save
her drowning baby and caused Captain Chaos to toss his time-card away and
jump into the water to save that woman's helpless puppy-dog, thus allowing
Marcie Thatcher -- one of the lamborghini babes -- to punch her card into the
time-clock and win the race for herself and her teammate, Jill Rivers.
But in spite of a little bit of last-minute grief from a Mister Arthur J.
Foyt and after all of the other Cannonballers were accounted for and
everyone had started popping open the bubbly and having a wonderful time,
Marcie had looked over at the one car that has been driven by Seymour
Goldfarb, Junior -- the one man who pretending to be Roger Moore -- and
noticed that a young and handsome hunk with dark-brown hair was giving the
car a good looking-over.
That had caused a curious Marcie to excuse herself from the other
Cannonballers and walk over to Seymour's car, where she had gently tapped
her fingers on the male stranger's shoulder, cleared her throat and said,
"Excuse me for asking you this, but I really want to know. Who are you and
what are you doing here?"
And after he had turned around and gazed his eyes upon the curious look on
Marcie's face, the young and handsome hunk had allowed a smile to appear on
his face, placed his gentle hands on her arms and answered, "My name is Peter
Logan and I had came here to have a look at the cars that had raced in the
Cannonball Run, only I had no idea that I would also allow myself to feast my
eyes upon the most beatiful maiden in auto-racing history."
And of course, a wide-eyed Marcie had tried so hard to maintain her composure
and tell the young and handsome hunk that he might had mistaken her for
someone else, the only words that had came from out of her mouth were, "Would
you like to have dinner with me tonight?"
And then, after he had said 'yes' to her invitation, both Peter and Marcie
had each gone back to their hotel rooms, gotten themselves cleaned-up and
changed into a different suit of clothes just before he had stepped out of
his hotel room and walked over to a nearby restaurant, where a smiling
Marcie was sitting at a table and waiting for him to show-up.
Just then, after the two newfound friends had finished eating and enjoying
the most delicious meal that they had ever eaten, both Peter and Marcie had
left the restaurant and walked over to his hotel room, where they had looked
at each other's eyes for a minute or two and kissed each other ever so
passionately on the lips.
And after they had stripped-off all of their clothes and placed their
bare-ass naked bodies on the bed and Peter had started licking all over her
nude body -- all the way down to her hot, wet pussy and carressing her firm
breasts, Marcie had placed her hands on his bare shoulders and said,
"Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Peter! Touch me! Touch me there!
Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"
And then, after he had turned himself around and allowed her to start sucking
on his stiff cock, Marcie had suddenly realized that she was experiencing the
one thing that she had never allowed herself to experience with such a
handsome man like Peter before, for she was experiencing pure and untamed
erotica... and enjoying every minute of it.
Just then, after he had placed his stone hard dick inside her asshole
and used each of his hands to carress both her tits and snatch, a
sexually-energized Marcie has placed one of her hands on Peter's bare
shoulder and the other hand on his bare arm and yelled, "AAAAHHHH, YES!
THAT'S IT! DO IT, PETER! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE
ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"
And then, after they had started moving themselves harder and faster and
their lovemaking has ran its final leg of the Cannonball Run, the two
newfound lovers had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep
with their naked arms in a lover's embrace.
Just then, after an investor and race-car fan had gotten a whole new
Cannonball Run started up, it had became quite clear that one of the
lamborghini babes named Jill Rivers would have to go drive in that race
alone or find herself a new partner, because Marcie Thatcher has found
herself a new partner in her life... and his name is Peter Logan.