Note- Based on the Hanna Barbera cartoon from 1968, and does not reference any later variations of the tv show. I do not own any rights to the show, this is purely a fictional parody written for no monetary gain.
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Voiceover- And now here they are, the most daredevil group of drivers who ever whirled their wheels in the way out wacky races. As the wacky racers streak towards the next stop in the race, the entire town of Lemon Twist, Nevada have turned out to wait for the exciting finish to this leg of the race.
At the moment number one, the Slag Brothers are hanging on to their lead, but number four, Red Max is close on their tail. Right behind are Professor Pat Pending just in front of the glamour gal of the gas pedal, the lovely Penelope Pitstop, in her Compact Pussycat. The racers are almost at the next stop in the rally across North America, the ghost town of Spookane, Nevada, where the drivers will spend the night.
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Penelope was the first to enter the Spookane bar and grill, where she planned to relax and find her room. The sponsors of the races had reserved various rooms across town for all the racers, and the judges had marked the current places of all the drivers. In fourth position, just ahead of the Ant Hill Mob and Sergeant Blast, the cute girl was confident of winning the race. She had parked her car in the small lot that was basically a dirt covered drive. The night was drawing in and the heat of the day had brought out various insects who began to chirp away.
As she sashayed into the bar room the bubbly, buxom beauty spied a mirror on the wall. Unable to resist she examined her reflection and powdered her button nose.
The Southern Belle looked a delight in her racing outfit of a pink jacket over a purple mini skirt and maroon stretchy leggings. Her white knee high go go boots matched her white gloves, and a purple helmet with goggles was plonked on her mane of honey blonde hair.
For a split second she thought she saw something in the corner of her eye and panicked. Nobody had greeted her in the tiny one horse town, and the low lit bar seemed empty of people. All the wacky racers had heard of the stories of Spookane being haunted and she turned on her heels and fled the grill, straight into the arms of Peter Perfect, who had just entered the bar.
"What is it, pretty Penny?" The tall fair haired hunk held her in a firm grip.
"I...I just saw a ghost!" She shrieked.
The blonde beauty hugged the all American jock who drove number nine, the Turbo Terrific. He had a huge crush on the girl and worshipped her from afar. A shy but determined man, he had a square jaw and rugged good looks.
"Now then, now then, don't worry your pretty head, I'll take care of you. There's no such things as ghosts. Now let's go find our rooms."
Hand in hand the pair of racers climbed the rickety wooden staircase and found rooms 1A and 1B on the first landing. The blonde took the first and began to unpack her pink overnight vanity case. She opened the lid and four sideways compartments slid out containing all her make up and accessories for a girl about town. She removed her purple scarf and helmet and fluffed up her long ponytail.
Another strange sound made her shiver. It sounded like a groan followed by a length of chain being dragged across the wooden floor.
"Heavens to Betsy, what in tarnation was that!"
Her hand flew to her mouth and she shivered as a pang of fear came over her. The window rattled at the same moment and the ceiling light flickered several times, and the tantalising Georgia Peach lost it. She ran to the next room and banged on the door.
"Peter, Peter! Can I come in?"
"Just a moment, Penny. Right-to, come now."
She crashed into the bedroom of her racing colleague and shut the door behind her panting. Peter was in his bed, the covers up to his neck.
"Peter, I don't want to be here alone, may I spend the night with you?"
The handsome man gulped and ran a hand through his thick mop of golden hair.
"Why of course you may, er, well there's only the one bed, and I er, that is, I sleep in the buff."
Penelope giggled and stared at his big feet that stuck out from under his blanket.
"Oh you big silly, me too!"
Peter looked on with eyes as big as saucers as his dream girl began to strip. First her jacket came off, closely followed by her mini skirt. He noted how her blouse and leggings hugged her sleek figure and his cock twitched with excitement.
The blonde blew him a kiss as she espied the significant tent that formed in the middle of the blanket. She reached to her hair and undid her ponytail and shook out her long honeyed tresses. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and her perky C cup tits emerged with the peaks rosy and pointy. His nostrils flared as he looked at her breasts rising and falling steadily as she breathed.
"Oh my," Peter blurted as the gorgeous girl peeled off her form fitting leggings and kicked off her boots.
Now naked before him he scrutinised her slim frame, curvy in all the right places, and squeaky clean. Her legs seemed to go on forever, and he gawked at her trim blonde strip of pubic hair that failed to hide her pouty pussy lips. She casually stroked her left hip then let it settle on her small waist.
"My stars and garters, this floor is really cold! Scoot over sugar and let me in that little ol' bed."
Her hips swayed and her delectable butt rolled from side to side as she slipped under the blanket and curled against him. She felt all softness and fresh on his muscled torso, her silky hair billowed out over him.
"Oooh, Peter, you're all toasty warm!"
She hugged him and wrapped her arms and legs around his well developed body. Unashamedly he had reached his full erection and returned her warm cuddle and thanked the lord for this particular situation. His swollen member grew impossibly hard and he had to stifle a groan when her bare thigh brushed it.
"Is that the Turbo Terrific parked under here sugar? Or are you just pleased to see me? Tee hee!"
She laughed as she spoke to him in her charming southern drawl. Her hands gripped his strong biceps and she arched her back, pushing her boobs to his chest. Her legs parted and Peter was aware of her female scent as he placed his mouth to hers and kissed her fulsome lips. She kissed him back gladly, her palm on his left cheek. Their lips slid over each other, then her tongue flicked out across his mouth, and he gave her his willingly. His rock hard prick now throbbed with an insistent need to bury it deep inside the enchanting girl.
"Hot damn Peter, let a girl see what you have packing down there."
Penny whipped the blanket from their bodies and she took a look at the hot stud.
"Why Peter Perfect, your cock is a perfect wonder!"
He blushed as his big boner slapped on his belly, a full eight inches long with a reddened, tapered head. Indeed he was quite stunning, a lean and strong torso, narrow waist and powerfully built legs. She wanted his cock inside her throbbing pussy, wanted the young, handsome man to fuck her and make her cum. It had been a long and tiring time on the road the last month.
"Peter, you make me forget how scared I was, let me repay your kindness."
Penny licked her lips and his pecker jerked at the erotic sight of the nude Penelope Pitstop and he planted big wet kisses on her boobs.
His mouth closed around the nipples and pulled them into his mouth in turn. She sighed softly as she pressed his head to her bosom, her legs shifting restlessly with the sheer thrill of the man touching her.
"I do declare, that feels simply divine."
As he sucked on one hard nipple he rubbed the other, running his thumb around and around in circles.
"Do you like my tits?"
"I LOVE your tits, pretty Penny. They are so soft and succulent."
She reached for his hard on and stroked the rigid muscle with her slender right hand.
"Tarnation, but that thing is sure big!" She exclaimed.
The glamour gal of the gas pedal shifted her curvy frame and held his pecker still and gave the entire underside a big, wet lick. Peter gasped with delight as her tongue slurped his sensitive organ from the base on up until she reached the head.
"Oh, that's so good," he muttered.
"Well bless your heart, I aim to please."
Penelope bathed his large crown with warm saliva and slid her tongue around and around the swollen tip, then licked up and down, up and down the thick shaft. The tall hunk curled his toes and grabbed a handful of her lustrous hair.
Now his cock was smeared with her spit, she sucked half of his length past her lips and into her hungry mouth. Her plump boobs pressed against his muscled thighs as she moved her head back and forth rapidly, obscene slobbers and glugging noises emanated from the southern belle.
"Yes, yes, yes, suck, suck, suck!" Peter cried as he thrust up into her mouth.
"Alright sweetie, come down here and kiss my hot pussy a bit."
The horny man dropped to his hands and knees and put his face between her widespread thighs. He placed little butterfly kisses on the pale white inner thighs while moving her superb pins further apart. He nibbled her gently, tracing a clear line towards her waiting pussy. Penny squealed as she felt his tongue brush her downy covered labia lightly, his warm breath sent a shudder through her belly.
"Good start, lover." Groaned the blonde, her hair fanned out over the pillow.
