Chapter 1

"Marilynn, can you step outside for a moment please?" Jack called out through the opened window.

"Yes sir, Mr. Nelson, I'll be right there," she replied swiveling around from the desk, rushing from the small office. "Where are we going?" she asked, hurrying to catch up to him.

"To the shop, I need you to help me with something," he replied taking her by the elbow. Passing through the rows of parked cars, they made their way around the back of the small building.

"What's this about? I don't know anything about cars, Mr. Nelson, you know that."

"Yes, but I need you to test something. Raul made a few adjustments to the seats in one of the cars and I want you to try it out."

"Why me?"

"Because you're a woman, that's why," he said smile. "I need a woman's input."

"'Morning, Marilynn," the Mexican mechanic said boasting a huge smile as they entered the shop.

"Oh, hi Raul," she grumbled hardly looking his way. Stopping at the bay entrance, her eyes widened as she noticed the small car nearby. "That's not the car you're talking about I hope."

"The one and same. Why?"

"I'm not going ten feet within that thing. It's possessed!" she said staring at the faded white Volkswagen Beetle with the number 69 painted on the hood and side.

"Nonsense. Cars can't be possessed."

"Mr. Nelson, I'm happily married and I'm not doing that again!"

"We'll just take it for a short test spin, just to make sure everything's still working."

"The last time that happened I, well, I can't even say it."

"We had a special time together. You, me, Raul and Larry. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

"YES THERE IS! I didn't want to but ... it was that car, I know it was! I couldn't stop myself and let the three of you ... I was sick for days after that and if my husband was to ever find out."

"Com'on, Marilynn, you know you enjoyed it. I know you came at least once while I fucked you and Larry said you had two really strong cums with him. What 'bout you, Raul, did you make 'er cum too?"

"MR. NELSON! That wasn't me! It was like I was floating above my body watching everything going on, but I couldn't stop it. I had voices in my head telling me what to do and I couldn't stop myself. I didn't have a choice. I'm telling you that car is the work of the devil!"

"Well, let's just test your theory. Have a seat and let's see what happens."

"NO! I'm not doing it and you can fire me if you want to, but I'm not touching that ... that evil car!" she screamed, leaving the shop.

"Well, boss, it don't look like it that worked too good, eh?" Raul said wiping the caked on grime from his hands with a dirty red rag.

"I was hoping she'd do it, but I guess she's getting wise to the magic of the car."

"MAGIC? She's right, boss, there's something wrong with that car. Whenever I sit in it my dick gets as hard as a rock and I can't stop thinking about having sex."

"You say that like it's a bad thing, Raul."

"It's not normal, boss. The thoughts in my head are crazy. Really weird, you know?"

"Yea, I know. It happens to me too. I can just imagine what a woman goes through sitting behind the wheel. I keep the car hoping to use it again, like we did on Marilynn, and the others but you're right, there's something not right with it, not that I'm complaining."

"You should sell it for scrap or something. Just get rid of it."

"I dunno, Raul, I'm having a lotta fun with it. I hate to give that up. We've had what; six lucky ladies have the pleasure of riding in the 'lust bug' over the past two years."

"I'm telling you, boss, you need to get rid of it before something bad happens."

"Bad? Like what?"

"Remember that girl last year?"

"Oh yes, sweet young Monica," he replied with a grin.

"My cuz works at the mental hospital where she was committed. Her parents bought her that car for college and she started acting all crazy right away."

"Yea, I heard she fucked half the male student body plus several professors within six weeks."

"If not, more, and then the bitch just took off one day. They found her three months later across the country fucking every guy she came across. Truck stops, rest stops, 24 hour stores, you name it. She even picked up any hitchhikers along the way. Man the stories they're saying about that girl."

"Those are just stories, Raul, they're not all true. They can't be."

"I believe him, boss. I didn't at first, but then after I saw what happened to Marilynn, I'm thinking it's true. Marilynn's husband is the preacher at my church and I don't think she'd do what she did if it wasn't for that car. I know it. She's a really sweet lady. She even plays the organ for the services and leads the choir. She wouldn't have done nothing like that on her own."

Jack put his hand on the hood, feeling the energy pulsing through his arm. Even without sitting in it, there was a presence. Not exactly evil. More mischievous than anything. Like a spoiled brat acting out or showing off, flexing his power.

"Okay, Raul, go ahead and put it back out on the lot. If I don't sell it by the end of the month, I'll loan it to Larry. He's been dying to get his hands on it but I won't sell it to him."

"No way, boss. I'm not getting in there alone!"

"What wrong? You scared?" he asked grinning.

"When I sit in there with a woman, I get a hard-on and all kinda crazy urges. What will happen if I'm alone? I don't wanna take that chance and end up in the mental hospital like that girl."

"You're being stupid, Raul, I drove it in here without a problem."

"No problem? I saw that boner you had when you got out and you were only in the car a few minutes. Besides, there ain't time," he added jerking his head toward the entrance. Turning, Jack noticed the man reading the paper taped on the windshield of an old Toyota.

"Looks like I have a customer," he smiled turning to leave.

Approaching the middle aged man he put on his best used-car salesman smile. "Good morning, sir, what a beautiful day to buy a car, isn't it?" he said extending his hand. The man shook it, turning to look at the vehicle behind him.

"Is there something I can help you with?" he asked the tall, stocky man. He must have played football in his youth based on his large size.

"Yes, I'm looking for a car for my daughter," he said turning to motion with his head the young girl bending over to see inside the used RX7.

Jack's eyes bulged as he squinted to see her better. She wore tight, cut off shorts, a thin tee-shirt and sneakers. She was bent over, her hands resting on her knees while gawking into the small, red sports cars. He licked his lips unconsciously looking at her shapely ass protruding from the bottom of the tight shorts.

"She turned sixteen yesterday and I promised I'd get her a car for her birthday. I want something safe, dependable and good on gas. Oh, and cheap. I'm not dropping a lot on her first car."

"Daddy, I really like this one," she called out smiling with her hand tapping on the roof.

"I already told you, Honey, nothing dangerous. In six months, if you show me you're responsible enough, I'll think about something like that for your Christmas present, but for now, you need to perfect you driving skills and I don't think a sports car will do that. Besides, look how small it is. If you get into a wreck, Lord forbid, you'd be crushed."

"PLEASE, DADDY," she whined, pouching out her lower lip. "I really really really like it. Please?"

"Pumpkin, we talked about this. Daddy will choose your first car and it will be your practice car. We'll get you a better one later, I promise." Pouting, she slowly made her way closer, reveling her youthful beauty even more. She had an athletic body and he couldn't help but notice her black bra visible through the thin shirt.

"I'll bet you're Irish," Jack stated, not taking his eyes from her. "Must be on your mother's side," he added glancing toward her dark-haired father.

"Yea, she gets the red hair and freckles from her mother. The blue eyes run in both of our families."

"She's a very pretty girl, if I may say so without upsetting you."

"No offense," he replied grinning. "And being her father, I'm inclined to agree."

"I'll bet she has all the boys chasing after her."

"No, she doesn't have time for that. With her studies, after school commitments and sports, she doesn't have time for boys. Besides, her mother and I won't allow her to date now, she's too young."

"What sports?"

"She the fastest swimmer on her team and keeps in shape doing gymnastics and aerobics."

"Yes, I can tell. You know, I think I've got the perfect car for her. It's sporty, practical, great on gas, very dependable and I'm letting it go cheap."

"Wow, sounds just what we're looking for. Where is it?" he asked scanning the lot for such a car.

"I've got it 'round back. In the garage. I just had my mechanic check it out and change the oil. It's a real primo, believe me."

"Did you hear that, Honey, he's got the perfect car for you, let's go see it."

"Eeewwww, Daddy, its hideous! I can't let my friends see me driving that thing!"

"Relax, Honey, like I said, it's just a starter car. Let's give it a chance."

"I'm not driving that thing. What's with the numbers on it?"

"It used to be a race car years ago, so it's got good pickup."

"It's ugly."

"Nicole, you're not even giving it a chance. Take a closer look at it, okay? For me?"

"Yes, please do. Have a seat in the driver's seat and start it up. It purrs like a kitten," Jack prodded.

"You see, Honey, it may not be that bad," he added opening the door for her.

Sighing deeply, she stepped closer, scrunching her face as she neared. "What's that smell inside? It's kinda sour smelling."

"That's just the fluids we used to clean it with. Don't worry, it'll go away," Jack said nudging her closer. "Maybe a test drive will convince her how nice the car is."

"Before we go that far, just how much is it?"

Looking down at the seated girl snooping around at all the nooks and crannies the car had, he smiled. "Since it's for a special occasion, I'll let it go for only five hundred. Trust me, that's a steal."

Her father looked the car up and down before making a face.

"A paint job will make this baby look brand new and she'll be the envy of the neighborhood," Jack assured.

"Maybe, but I'd like to see the engine," he said walking around to the back. "Start it up, honey."

"Raul, why don't you show him the engine while I answer any questions the young lady has," he said winking as he approached the passenger side.

Raul smiled, moving to join the man behind the car.

Easing into the car, he gawked at the young girl gripping the steering wheel hard, her glassy eyes staring straight ahead without blinking. The nipples of her perky breasts were prominently visible though her bra and her legs were slightly parted. Sweat beaded on her forehead and upper lip.

Licking his lips, he glanced over his shoulder to the two men looking in the back before reaching for her raised tit flesh. She sighed, but didn't try to stop him. Smiling, his hand dropped to her bare leg, quickly finding its way to the jean material covering her sex.

One last look over the back seat, he leaned closer and whispered into her ear. "I want to fuck you." She sighed, dropping her head back against the seat. Adjusting his throbbing erection, he kissed her neck, sucking it just hard enough not to leave a mark. "You want this car, don't you?" he mumbled, watching as her head slowly nodded. "First we need to take it for a test drive, just you and me, okay?" She nodded again.

"Raul," he called out from the opened window. "How's it going back there?"

"Fine, boss, I think he likes it," he called back.

"Your daughter wants to take it for a test drive," he yelled louder watching as the man moved to the driver's door.

"You like it, Honey?" he asked squatting next to her. She smiled, slowly nodding, the intensity of her eyes never fading. Her father never noticed her knuckles turning white from her grip on the steering wheel.

"We'll take it around the block a few times; let her see how it handles. I think she'll want this car when we get back."

"Well, I hope so. It's the right price and looks okay, I guess."

"It will be the perfect car for her," he said smiling. "She'll be the most popular girl in town by the end of summer, I promise you that. Come on, Nichol, let's get moving."

She had only driven cars with automatic transmissions but somehow knew what to do. The clutch eased down almost by itself as her hand went to the shift. With a slight jolt, they pulled out from the garage and through the car lot, heading for the street.

"Turn right up ahead," Jack said reaching over to tweak her bulging nipple once again. "There's an industrial park around the corner that's empty on the weekends. We'll have some privacy to fuck," he said smiling as she gasped.

Turning the ignition off, he leaned her seat back as his hand roamed under her shirt, feeling her soft breast under her bra. She sighed, reaching for the button on her shorts. "Fuck me," she grunted lifting her ass to pull them down.

Smiling, he watched as she jerked her one-size-too small shorts below her knees, dragging her matching black panties down with them. "A true redhead," he said noticing the carpet matched the drapes. Unhooking her bra, he smiled. "You know what they say, 'red in the head, hot in the hole!'"

His comment fell on deaf ears as she was too busy pulling her shirt over her head. After gawking at her stunning body, he followed suit, unbuttoning his pants, pulling them below his ass.

She couldn't wait, reaching over to yank his underwear from the large bulge in the front and leaning above his lap, taking his erection to the back of her throat. He sighed feeling the strong suction, pulling his cock further into her mouth. Placing his hand behind her head, he pushed her face closer. "You've got a great set of lungs," he groaned.

Gagging, she struggled a little as the head curved slightly to enter the opening of her throat. "Oh, shit!" he moaned dropping his head to the seat as it entered.

She continued sucking, not letting up on the pressure or trying to resist the depth, finding herself struggling for air. Years of training conditioned her to hold her breath for long periods, but this was pushing her limits. Slowly she pulled away, feeling the head slipping from her bloated throat, allowing air into the void.

Grasping the stiff cock, she began stroking the tool, sliding her hand up and down, spittle lubricating her efforts. He grunted, feeling his balls being fondled and reached for her swaying breasts. "Oh, fuck, you're sucking me so good," he groaned, "but I don't want to waste my cum in your mouth. Not this time anyway. I'm gunna to fuck you!"

She moaned lifting her head, stretching his cock as she slowly pulled it from her mouth with a pop. Smacking her lips, she smiled, sitting back in her seat, leaning against the door, facing him. One foot rested on the back seat, the other on the dashboard, opening her legs wide.

"Oh, yea, baby, that looks sweet," he said shifting in his seat, pointing his erection toward her small opening. "Little Nicky wants some dicky?" he asked shaking it at her. She moaned, shifting her hips closer to him, touching it with the opening of her pink slit. "Don't worry, slut, I'm gunna give it to you good."

She was soaked as he pushed against the tight hole. She wasn't a virgin, but was almost as tight. She hadn't had much experience and firmly gripped his cock hard. Even as wet as she was, it took a lot of effort to get it inside.

He wasn't sure if the grunts and moans coming from somewhere deep inside were from pleasure or pain, but it didn't matter. She felt great, tighter than any of the other sluts he suckered into the car. Not since his teenage years had he fucked such a tight hole.

Shifting her hips lower, his seven inch cock disappeared completely inside of her, producing an extended growl from her throat. He doubled his efforts, hunching over her body, his hand reaching through the open window to grasp the door for support as he thrust harder into her.

The small car rocked side to side as the power of his thrusts increased. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled his face into her chest, smashing it into the small valley between breasts, crushing his nose against her sternum. Together they moaned, filling the car with sounds of their passion.

"Damn, you're pussy's so fuckin' tight!" he grunted, his face coated with her perspiration. She sighed, thrusting her hips upward, taking his manhood to her furtherest reaches. "OH FUCK! I'm cumming!" he moaned, feeling his cock twitching rapidly inside of her tightness.