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Wheeling and Dealing
by Old Bill (address withheld)

***

A truck salesman takes two young girls in trade for a 
new 4x4 to the delight of everyone at the dealership. 
(M+/ff-teens, humor)

***

He came into the showroom in his bib overalls and straw 
hat, trailed by two nubile females wearing tiny Levi 
shorts and super-tight cut-off t-shirts, either one 
enough to give a bronze statue a hard-on. I immediately 
thought of Li'l Abner and Stupefying Jones or Bill 
Ward's fuckable cartoon girls with their outsized mams. 
I sat all three down at my desk, smiled, watched their 
boobs jiggle, adjusted my trousers, did introductions 
and asked how I could help him. He said he needed a new 
pickup truck, that one of his boys had rolled his old 
one into a ditch, and it was still there, tires in the 
air and would stay there until his "hard-headed, 
stupid-assed" son pulled it out and got it upright.

"So no trade-in," I said with a smile, looking from 
tasty girl to tasty girl. They smiled back and sat up 
straighter.

He nodded and sniffed. "Cept these two; they's both 
sixteen and ready for hard use."

I blinked and said, "Pardon?"

"This here's Cindy," he began, pointing, "no, that's 
Sally; t'other one's Cindy, the redhead, and they's 
boff good girls, prime, hot to trot. I popped 'em boff 
a while back; damn good pieces. Tight as bung holes and 
cock suck, lordy, first class, like a deep well. They's 
'round sixteen, like I said."

"You want to trade your daughters for a pickup truck?" 
I asked, looking at the smiling youngsters and feeling 
my cock begin to fill. They both looked interested and 
eager. Redheaded Cindy licked her lips and the other 
one sucked her forefinger in a very knowing manner for 
one so young.

'Sure. I got plenty of 'em. These here are about the 
youngest, freshest I reckon you could say. I don't 
'spect either one's had more'n a dozen fellers. Ain' 
that right?" he asked and they nodded, smiling, licking 
their lips and looking hungry, squirming as if they 
itched, various body parts jiggling.

"They go to school?" I asked, trying not to look at the 
stiff nipples stretching their thin shirts. He had said 
sixteen, but I doubted it, a Chinese gymnastic sixteen 
perhaps.

"Sure," he said, "Boff a'them finished sixth grade, 
right?"

They nodded and smiled, crossing their long legs.

"Then them big boobs started popping out and the boys 
started drooling and such, you know, hanging around and 
sniffin'. Cindy's been home two years and t'other one 
just this year. Not doing nobody no good less'n yer 
innerested in bonking, an' who ain't?"

So I guessed the older girl might for fourteen or 
fifteen and her sister twelve or thirteen. Either one 
could have passed for a college girl, at least their 
ripe bodies could, the faces were still quite young, 
pretty but unfinished, soft. If they weren't full 
grown, they were awful close. Old enough to pluck as my 
old grandpa used to say.

"What kind of truck did you have in mind?" I asked, 
trying to ignore my arousal.

"Jes' an ordinary half-ton," he said. "What d'they go 
fer these days?"

"Oh, twenty-five and up," I said. "I can get you a 
stripped down model for about eighteen I think."

"Four-wheel drive?" he asked. Both girls were sitting 
quietly, chewing gum and looking around the showroom. 
The other salesmen were sneaking peeks, and I sure 
didn't blame them. Their bare legs were about a yard 
long, shapely, well-muscled with just flip-flops on 
their big feet and the lower half of their butts 
hanging out and their belly buttons bare.

"Say twenty-one thousand, at least," I told him, trying 
to adjust my pants again.

"So what'll you give me for these, either one or both?" 
He nodded at his luscious daughters and pushed a wad of 
Red Man into his cheek.

"I don't know. Pretty unusual. Off the top of my head, 
I'd say ten each if they're free and clear, no liens or 
anything, no husbands lurking about."

"You hear that girls?" he asked with a grin. "Yawl kin 
buy Daddy a new truck."

"Let's go look at some," I said, and he and the long-
legged girls followed me outside, their swaying asses 
drawing a lot of attention in their ragged hemmed 
shorts, buttocks like volleyballs and skimpy shirts 
over jugs the size of softballs. We went down the line, 
and he picked out a red one right away, a 4x4. I showed 
him the sticker.

He whistled. "Twenty-three thousand. Price a'sin is 
sure going up. Damn. You'll want three girls for it? I 
got some more at home, kind a'used, understand, or 
littler, younger?" He grinned and spat.

"No,' I said, "these two will do it fine."

He stuck out his hand. "Done! You got a deal boy and 
two fine lays, damn near tireless cause they's so 
young." He bent and whispered, "They ain' quite 
sixteen, y'understand."

"I kind of guessed that. But they're very pretty."

"Uh huh. Ain' right sure who their daddies is. Cindy's 
only red head we got, and Sally's pa might be one a'her 
uncles, curly head like that."

"Well, you all can look over the truck. I've got to go 
check with the boss, get the paper work done. Might 
take ten minutes or so."

By then a half-dozen salesmen including the randy pair 
of used cars guys were hanging around, chatting up the 
girls and showing their daddy the new truck's features.

The boss damn near blew a gasket, and it took a while 
to settle him down. I told him we could share out the 
cost among the dozen or so salesmen and the twenty-some 
guys in service and parts. He checked and we had forty-
one men and six females on the payroll, including some 
of his relatives who were seldom seen.

"OK," I said, "we dock every man five hundred, say 
fifty a month for a year, and then everyone can get his 
ashes hauled once a month at least. What do you say?"

He leaned back and rubbed his face. "Well, you know, I 
need a sample. Can't do a trade without a careful 
look." He smiled. "Lemme take one around the block, a 
short test drive."

I went out and fetched the girls, shooing horny 
salesmen away, and they trotted right in, and while 
Cindy went to her knees and sucked the boss's puny 
cock, her sister gave him some big boobs to suck and 
maul, pushing her t-shirt up to her neck. It did not 
take long before we had names on papers and tags on the 
truck. Their daddy waved and the girls waved back and 
then stood there grinning at me, one on each side.

I sent our parts runner out to get a couple of air 
mattresses, and we set them up in what had been the 
shop foreman's cubicle before we added the new 
building. By lunchtime when I took them out for 
hamburgers and milkshakes, they had laid all the 
management types and the service writers and several 
full-time mechanics. We had one happy working place 
although a few men had been taking naps in their 
offices.

By mid-afternoon we had enough participants signed up 
at fifty a month that we could pay the wholesale cost 
of the truck and have some left over. So I took the 
girls shopping at Wal-Mart and let them buy whatever 
they wanted as long as they stayed under a hundred 
bucks. I insisted they get some underpants, a half-
dozen since they did not seem to own any, and they went 
for the fancy tops and tight jeans and both got a 
bikini for some reason and baby doll nighties. While 
they were enjoying the aisles I bought a couple gross 
of condoms, assorted, and made appointments for them to 
get long-term birth control shots.

I took them by the clinic and then to my house, had a 
quick supper and then the three of us adjourned to my 
king-sized bed and while I usually pride myself on my 
ability to please a woman, these youngsters wore in out 
in less than an hour, and we all got some sleep. My 
balls, by then, felt more like raisin than walnuts. The 
only word I could think for the last hour was 
"whipsawed," and I wasn't even sure what it meant. That 
was a pair of cock-hungry youngsters, I want to tell 
you.

In the morning I had a really impressive piss-hard, and 
Cindy screamed like a banshee when I plowed her puffy 
furrow, bouncing her high off the mattress. She wrapped 
me in her legs and dug her finger nails into my back 
and gasped, "More, more, more," while we rolled around 
the bed and the other girl tried to sit on my chest and 
put her tight-lipped pussy into my mouth. Once the 
redhead had enough, I took the other one from behind 
and spent myself thoroughly while she squealed with 
joy. It was a lot like posthole digging, what I did, 
with my hands full of knockers.

By the end of the first week, the boss gave me a raise, 
business was extra good, and the girls were still hot 
and horny. We had let some of our best customers have a 
sample and one of the guys that buys for a local 
government fleet had both of them, a real stud.

By the end of the first month, we had settled into a 
pleasant routine. Most of the older guys were happy 
with a ram or two a month but the younger mechanics 
were still getting two of three chances to empty their 
balls each week. When the girls weren't busy on their 
back or knees, we got them into bright red Dodge Ram t-
shirts and their little Daisy Dukes and then had them 
out dusting the cars on the showroom floor. That 
brought in a lot of lookers and tire kickers.

When July came along, I suggested the girls do some 
washing of the cars parked facing the highway, and that 
drew some business but the cops made us stop after a 
couple of nasty, multiple-car rear end collisions. 
Sally started working out in used cars, in her tiny 
swimsuit, taking care of those boys and demonstrating 
fold-down seats for some of their customers. The boss 
took Cindy to the beach one weekend and leased out 
Sally to a friend of his for a boat party.

In early September Sally ran off with the Snap-On tool 
guy.

I called their Daddy and told him what had happened. He 
allowed that he was right chagrined and offered to 
bring me another youngster, who he claimed "could suck 
out an oyster with the shell closed." I told him we 
really weren't owed that much, just a half-year 
perhaps, and he suggested another trade. 

So Saturday, here he came in his red pickup with a 
curly-headed imp by his side. Milly he said her name 
was, and she was only about five feet tall but really 
well built with an unbelievable rack, a set fit for a 
girl at least a foot taller. I took Milly in to meet 
the boss while the boys explained the three-wheeled ATV 
to the farmer and got it up in the bed of his truck.

Milly hopped onto the boss's lap, nuzzled his neck and 
popped out one of her big boobs for him to admire. He 
mauled her, sucked her and then shook my hand and gave 
me another raise.

END

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