Hermie the Lust bug: Fully Loaded, Part 1

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

(Mf, gb, creampie, paranormal, slut, "magic")

Herbie's little known twin wreaks havoc on the sex lives of all
who enter...

~~~

"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.

Slowly his hips came to a rest while he panted, still inside of
her pussy.  She flexed slightly, expelling his still erect cock
but quickly reached for it with a sigh. "Don't take it out!" she
cried trying to hold the slippery organ.

"Don't worry, slut, it's going back in you soon enough," he
replied sitting back into the passenger seat panting for breath.
Her hips still thrust forward as if fucking an imaginary lover,
her eyes tightly shut as her fingers manipulated her swollen
nipples, pinching and pulling them like putty.  She sighed
reaching for her voided hole, slipping a finger inside.

"Please," she begged, staring over her rounded breasts at him. 
"Fuck me."

"Come and get it, slut," he growled waving his cock back and
forth like a lure.  Pulling her lithe body from the seat, she
shifted to face him, lowering her ass to his lap.  Holding his
swollen member by the base, she impelled herself with it,
producing a low, garbled sound.  He moaned, reaching for the
lever to recline the seat.

Her head was bent at an angle along the roof, one foot on either
side of the seat as she repeatedly propelled herself up and down
onto his swollen cock, squishing out their accumulated juices. 
He reached for her giggling breasts, squeezing the orange-sized
tits hard enough to leave finger marks.  Sitting up, he reached
for the swollen nipples with his mouth, sucking and lightly
biting them in succession.

Moaning loudly, she increased her efforts, slamming her sparsely
covered vagina ruthlessly onto him.  Her tightness was painful,
rubbing the skin raw and squeezing his cock like a vise.  She
took her pleasure from his cock, making various animals sounds
like a demented siren lost in her own world.

He had just cum inside of her hardly five minutes earlier, but
with the way she was fucking him, he wouldn't last much longer. 
Holding her slim waist, he aided her stride slightly, letting out
a loud grunt while his cock exploded, spewing forth another load
of vicarious cum deep inside her fleshy cavity.

He was spent, but she wasn't finished and continued thrusting up
and down on top of him.  His cock waned slightly before becoming
revitalized, staying firm within her tight confines.  He knew she
wouldn't stop, couldn't stop, but there was no way he could go
another round inside of her.  He'd be too sore to even piss.

Mustarding all the strength and courage possible, he shifted her
sideways, tossing her back onto the driver's seat while reaching
for the door knob.  He needed a break.  She continued humping the
air, thrusting her hips with the same speed and intensity as she
had while on top of him.  Dropping to the ground, he struggled to
pull his pants up.

Sitting, he watched her through the open door while her hands
rubbed furiously at her reddened slit, her fingers just a blur. 
Smiling he was amazed at how quickly she became this way.  Most
of the other women he's exposed to the car took a while to get
their engines revving, sorta speak.  It must be her youth or
something intensifying the effects.

Smiling he remembered Monica.  Not much older than Nicole and not
quit as pretty, but that girl could sure fuck.  He was also
impressed at how quickly she had succumbed to the forces of the
car, but she was nothing like Nicole, at least not this fast.

He waited until she brought herself off, twitching and moaning
while her body shook from her intense orgasm before slowly
pulling himself up.  Even if he hadn't been hard because of the
car, her performance would have surely made him that way. 
Leaning into the car he smiled, seeing her fingers still lightly
teasing her taut slit.

The area surrounding her pussy was angry red and inflamed,
matching the bright color of the pubic hair surrounding it. 
Being a swimmer, she kept her bush well trimmed and in the shape
of a V to be covered by her bathing suit.  She sighed, pushing
her middle finger back into the messy goo slithering from the
opening.

Not much labia, mostly two tight balls of wrinkled flesh perched
below her clit, but the rest was smooth and stretched tight. 
Swallowing hard, he touched her extended foot, running his hand
along her ankle to her calf.  Good definition and muscle tone. 
She'll be quit the little filly once she's going full stride.

"Get dress, whore," he ordered zipping his own pants.  "As much
as I'd love to fuck you again, I've got to get you back before
your father gets worried and calls the cops."

She sighed, her hollow eyes seeming to stare through him into the
unknown.  If he didn't know better he would have sworn she was
high on some heavy-duty narcotic.  Not responding, he reached in
to shake her leg.  "Come on, get moving!" he yelled afraid to get
in with her acting like that for he knew what would happen.

Parting her legs, she smiled mischievously, motioning with her
moistened finger for him to come closer.  She had a crazed,
wanton look about her and he knew not to get into the car with
her just yet.  Sitting outside on the ground was good enough to
keep the overwhelming urge to fuck her at bay.  He'd have to get
her out of the car for a while to flush it from her system before
heading back to the lot.

Moving around the car, he opened her door, watching as he head
flopped down, her bright red hair cascading along the side and
nearly touching the ground.  She began giggling, reaching for his
crotch.

"No more for you, slut, it's time to get you back.  But I'll make
sure you'll have plenty of cock real soon," he said grabbing her
under the arms to pull her from the car.  She grunted as her body
slid from the seat, landing on the ground with a crash.

Moving her a few feet from the car, he stood over her looking
down, watching her wiggling like a worm freshly plucked from the
ground.  Reaching for his pack of cigarettes, he lit one, blowing
smoke from the side of his mouth.

She slowly regained her composer, realizing her nudity just as he
dropped the butt to the driveway, crushing it underfoot. 
Modestly she covered her breasts with one hand and quickly moved
away from the man looming above her.

"What's going on?  What did you do to me?" she asked cowering
against the car.

"Nothing that you didn't want to happen.  Now get dressed so we
can get back."

"I don't understand what happened.  Why did we have, uh, do it?"

"Because you're a slut and wanted it, that's why."

"I AM *NOT* A SLUT!  I've only had one boyfriend my whole life. 
I'm an honor student and I'm on the student council.  I *don't*
have sex with anyone, especially someone I don't know!"

"Well you just did and in my book, that makes you a slut.  Now
get dressed your father's waiting for you."

"You're not going to say anything about this, are you?  I mean to
my father or anyone?"

"Naw, your secret's safe with me.  I just have one little favor
to ask of you and no one will need to know about this."

"A favor?  What kinda favor?"

"It's not so much a favor as a request.  I want you to buy this
car and you need to make sure your daddy gets it for you."

"But it's gross."

"You'll get used to it.  Besides, you're perfect for it."

***

"What's taking them so long?" Cal Bennett asked pacing back and
forth just outside the bay door.  "They've been gone for twenty
minutes already."

"They're probably just driving around, sir.  Probably didn't
notice the time.  I wouldn't worry none."

"What if they got into a wreck or something?  What if the car
broke down?"

"That wouldn't happen.  They didn't drive far and my boss has a
cell phone.  He'd call my cell if there was a problem."

"Then what's taking them so long?"

"Maybe your daughter just likes the car and don't wanna stop," he
replied smirking.

"I'm calling her," he said pulling his phone out to dial.

"Wait, I see them turning into the lot now," Raul said pointing
toward the street.  Cal sighed a deep breath, putting his phone
away and watched as the small car meandered through the rows of
cars to the shop, entering the bay.

"Where have you been?" Cal nearly shouted approaching the
driver's side.  "I've been worried sick about you!"

"I'm sorry, it's my fault.  I had her drive around to get used to
the clutch and we ended up on the freeway.  I didn't realize
until it was too late and then we miss the first exit and had to
drive further than I wanted."

"Is that true, Nicole?" he asked looking at the sweat-drenched
girls grasping the steering wheel.  Her hair was in disarray, her
face was flush and sweat dripped from her like a leaking faucet.
Reaching through the window, he felt her forehead and cheeks. 
"She's burning up!  Doesn't this thing have ac?"

"Yes sir, it does.  I should have turned it on, I'm sorry I
didn't mean to make her too hot, but she'll be okay, I promise."

"Nicole?  Are you okay?  You seem a little, uh, out of it," he
asked snapping his fingers in front of her face.  She blinked
twice before turning to him with a smile.

"I'm fine, Daddy," she answered wiping the sweat from her brow. 
"I *love* this car, Daddy and I really really want you to buy it
for me."

He gave a surprised look at her before glancing at Jack.  "She
likes it now?"

"I told you she would," he replied smiling.

"How was it, boss?" Raul asked leaning into the passenger side
window.

"Broken, but not broken in," he said winking at his friend.

"What's that?  Something's broken on the car?" Cal asked leaning
further down to see both men at the same time.

"No, no, no.  That's a mechanic's term meaning the car's been
driven enough to get the bugs out but there's still a lotta
mileage left on `er."

"Oh yea, I've heard that said before."

"So are you ready to buy?"

Standing, he looked the car over once again, looking for any
signs of damage or defects.  Moving to the front he reached for
the hood.  "This is the trunk, right?"

"Yes," Jack said easing out of the car, pushing his hand into his
pocket to hide his bulging erection.  "Let me show it to you," he
added moving aside so that Raul can sit.

Lifting the hood, the pungent, musky odor hit them in the face,
causing Cal to turn his head and cough.  Reaching for his
handkerchief, he covered his mouth, looking into the surprisingly
spacious truck.  "What's with the mattress?" he asked noticing
the folding bed mattress tucked haphazardly inside.

"Oh, uh, the previous owner did a lot of traveling and often used
this area for a bed."

"You mean they slept in there?"

"Let's just say she spent a lot of time in there."

"What exactly does that mean?"

"Oh nothing, just thinking out loud.  Now, if you're ready to
buy, I've got some paper work for you to sign."

Looking between the salesman and the dingy car, he sighed. 
"Nicole, Honey, are you sure you want this car?" he repeated one
last time.  Even though it was just what he was looking for, one
whine to her mother and he'll be driving the piece of junk back
her tomorrow.

"Sure she does, she told me that many times while we test drove
it and she said that when we got back," Jack said putting his
hand on the big guy's shoulder to guide him away.  He could see
between the gap under the hood the two sitting in the front seat
holding hands.  If her father was to see that...

"Hold on, I want her to tell me that again.  I'm not having my
wife and daughter teaming up against me," he added walking around
to her side.  "Honey, are you sure you're feeling okay?  Your
face is really red and you look like you just got out of the
pool."

"I'm... fine... Daddy," she struggled to reply, fighting the urge
to rip her clothes off right there in front of him.

"This is the car you want?"  She nodded, swallowing hard. 
Standing, he looked to Jack shrugging his shoulder.  "I guess you
made a sale," he said turning to leave.  Nicole's eyes never left
the prominent bulge in his slacks and reached for it just as he
left, grazing the side of his leg.  She groaned as it slipped out
of her reach.

"Come into my office, I have a few things for you to sign.  And
the best part is this month with every car you buy; you get a
free monthly oil change!"

"Monthly?  I thought you needed to change oil every three
months."

"Yea, on newer cars, but this one's a classic and it should be
changed monthly.  I can get Nicole's cell number to call and
remind her when it's due."

"And this service is free?"

"Completely," he answered opening the glass door for him.

"Mr. Nelson, I know it's early, but do you mind if I leave now? 
We're having our recital at church tomorrow and I wanted everyone
to practice as much as possible."

"No problem, Marilynn, go ahead and take off.  I'll manage for a
few hours without you.  Good luck with that too," he said
winking.  Gathering her things, she darted from the office
heading toward her car.

"Have a seat, Mr., uh; I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."

"Bennett, Calvin Bennett, but you can call me Cal."

"Call me Jack, Cal.  Now have a seat and we'll get started," he
said glancing over his shoulder out the window to the shop.  Two
white sneakers stuck out from the passenger's side window and the
small car was rocking back and forth.  He smiled knowing Raul was
fucking the little whore now.

"If I'm paying cash, why do I need to fill out paper work?"

"Just formality.  Uncle Sam likes to keep track of whose buying
cars. Plus I need to have it removed from my inventory or I'll be
paying taxes on this later.  There's also a contract included
which gives me the right to buy the car back from you for the
price you're paying today."

"Buy it back?  Why would you want to do that?"

"Sentimental reasons.  I've grown attached to it," he said
smiling.  "Go ahead and read over all these papers and let me
know if you have any questions."  Leaning back in his chair, he
watched the steady swaying of the beetle know how good her tight
little snatch felt.  His cock surged as a drop of precum seeped
out.  He'd love to fuck her once more today, but he may not get
the chance.

Smiling he thought of Larry.  Too bad he wasn't here to enjoy
her, that bastard's hung like a fucking mule and would really
open her up.  She'd be feeling his cock in her stomach no matter
which hole it was in.  Seeing the pair shifting around, he
groaned remembering how it felt when she was on top of him.  Raul
must be in hog heaven right now.

"I sign here?" Cal asked breaking his thoughts.

"Huh?  What?"

"I sign here, right?" he repeated pushing the paper across the
desk.

"Yes, right there," Jack confirmed, circling the "X" with a pen.
"And don't forget about the last page, the one with the contract
for me to buy it back from you for any reason."

"Don't worry.  If I can get what I paid for it, I'll sell it back
to you if we ever decide to get rid of it."

"I don't think that will be happening anytime soon.  She's going
to have a ball in that car, several in fact."  Jack smirked at
his pun and was glad Cal didn't catch on to it.  "You know, if
you'd like, my mechanic could make sure the ac is working and
maybe add some more Freon if it's low.  Why don't you take off
and Nicole will be home shortly. I just want to make sure
everything's perfect for her."

"No, that' okay.  I'll wait for her.  I want to drive behind her
just in case something goes wrong."

"Nothing will go wrong," he said glancing out the window at the
car rocking wildly.  "She'll be fine."

"I'll still wait," he added standing to leave.

"Would you like some coffee or something to drink?" Jack blurted
out jumping from his seat.

"No, I'll just check on Nicole."

"Okay, I have refreshments here if you change your mind," he said
watching as he left the office.  Grabbing his cell phone, he
speed-dialed Raul's number.

"Get off of her, he's on his way!" he yelled out hanging up the
phone.  It was comical seeing Raul scrambling from the car,
pulling his pants up while he ran into the restroom.  He only
hoped Nicole was conscious enough to know to do the same.  If her
father saw her naked in the car, shit might hit the fan.

"Mr. Bennett," Jack called out as the man turned the corner
heading toward the shop.  "I forgot to give you copies.  Come
back inside so that I can make them for you.  It will just take a
minute or two," he said smiling.

Redialing Raul, he panicked as the phone rang more times than he
expected.  "Get `er out of the car and dressed!  We can't let her
dad see her like that!" he said quickly as the big guy entered
the office.  Cal sat in the same chair while Jack slowly made
copies, keeping an eye on the opened window at his progress. 
Nicole was out of the car but naked and hanging all over Raul
trying to kiss him and grabbing for his cock.

Faking a paper jam, he took his time until she was dressed and
sitting away from the car. Giving a copy of everything to Cal, he
shook his hand and escorted him to the door with a smile.

That little slut is in for the ride of her life...

~ end of part 1

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