Christine's Romantic Adventures

The Car

It was a crisp fall night, Christine was on the prowl. Having just brought herself back from a 40 year long state of dormancy, she was hungry. She hid menacingly around the bend of a local gas station, having no idea how to pump her own gas.
The night was fresh, the trees had shed their leaves, and the strong smell of autumn was in the air. The large four door looked wildly out of place, like a yacht on an ocean of black cement. The parking lot was empty, there was no soul in sight, now was her time to refill, but she couldn't do it herself, she needed the help of a human.
She sat, conjuring a plan to fill her empty tank without any humans, as a large black car broke through the station, slamming through the small mini mart attached, where the screams of a poor teenage employee were heard, but muffed by the car's loud engine. As the car backed out, she noticed he had a large gas can, on his oversized hood.
Christine let out a series of engine murmurs, a language that only cars can understand, as the car began to run off.
"Please! You've got to help me!" Her engine revved in the special language before sputtering and stalling. "Fuck" she said silently to herself.
As she thought she had rain out of luck, the Continental returned, but hit the brakes as soon as he saw the car who was trying to get his attention.
"The hell is a pretty Plymouth like you doin' out here all alone? Got no owner to return home to?" He teased, knowing she had run out of gas, and she was temporarily muted. He smacked her gas cap, "if you don't open up I can't help you.' He said with a sharp tone in his car voice. Christine obeyed and popped it right open, and before she knew it she felt the sensational rush of the cold gasoline filling her, satisfying her hunger. He backed off and tossed the can aside, causing a small ruckus behind the newly smashed building.
"Thank you, sir, you have no clue how much I needed that." She thanked with a slight seductive tone.
"You didn't answer my question darlin', what's a gorgeous Plymouth like you doin out here all alone?"
"Oh just looking for some trouble to get into, or maybe some trouble to get into me..." She paused for a moment and circled the much younger car, "You're pretty fine yourself, I ain't ever seen a continental decked out the way you are, I'm intrigued."
The car flashed his hazards for a brief second, the car's way of blushing.
"Say, I wouldn't reckon that you'd be looking for a partner in crime... right?"
"Depends, what do you have to offer?' She continued to seduce the car. "Maybe about 8.5 inches, and never been used before." He played along.
Christine revved up her engine loudly, and zoomed out of the gas station "Follow me handsome" She hollered behind her, checking to make sure the big car was following her. She jumped the guard rail and headed into the woods of western Pennsylvania, where tucked away under the orange and yellow trees, there was a small clearing she had claimed to be her home. Two trees that were conveniently close together had a sheet of old, termite enjoyed, plywood, and had a bunch of branches built up to form a convenient two car garage. Right next to that, sat an old, eaten by rust, 1978 Plymouth fury, that Christine used to fix herself. There was a clearing of about 50 feet, before a small waterfall led into an even smaller stream, causing some delightful water noises.
The car sat in awe for a second, he was used to camping out in the junkyard for the night and hadn't seen a lonely car in such great condition as Christine with a small, but peaceful area. "This place is quite nice, Is this where you live?" Christine paused in the middle of her spacious camp "Temporarily, I'm usually on my way down south this time of year, I hate all the salt and potholes here in Pennsylvania, but I do love the gorgeous trees in fall and spring, I dont give a damn about summer." She circled around him, showing off her 50's chrome and large tail fins.
"My gosh... you.. you're such a gorgeous car.." The car said, a sudden large clank rose from his undercarriage. He knew he couldn't hide it, he had a large boner for a car he just met, and he could feel his semen hose gnawing at the flap keeping it hidden, his hazards flashed a few times, he reversed from Christine.
She grew closer, it was getting more and more difficult to hide his metallic genitals from her and they wanted her as much as he did.
"Is someone excited?" She hissed seductively, he could feel his protective covering slipping further and further open. She did one large circle around him, and hit him with her tire gently on the rear bumper. Causing his dick flap to shoot right open and reveal his large car cock.
"Oh god.. I can't resist.. I'm sorry.. I just need to pound you.." He stuttered.
Christine immediately got directly in front of the horny car, her license plate lifted revealing a perfectly shaped tube for his metallic love machine. "Go on in, I want you too." She said with a more controlled tone.
The car eagerly revved his engine and climbed up her backside, sliding his large cock in her with ease. She let off a soft moan. He clanked into her many times, causing great arousal in them both, when after a while... "C-Christine- I- I- I'm gonna c-c-cum!" The car screamed.
"Come on big boy- Ahhh- yesss- Just- cum inside me-!" She exclaimed.
No longer after she said that, the car let all of his fluids leak into her.
They both cleaned up after that, then the car asked "Do you mind if I stay here with you tonight?"
"You can stay with me for all of the nights." Christine said,an odd bit of love in her voice.
The Car had known of Christine, he thought she had been inspired by him, however, he didn't know for sure and didn't want to rudely assume. However, when Christine killed, they always had it coming, and he was fascinated by her ability to repair herself. He followed her into her small garage-like hut.
"Y'know, I've been a brick of a car for around 40 years, and I come back and happen to completely stumble into the worlds best fucker." She teased as he backed inside her area. An odd chill ran over the Pennsylvania terrain, and the night grew dark as her lights went out.
"So, what inspired you to.."
"Murder those delinquent teenagers? Well, I was possessed by my old owner. His name was Roland Lebay. Arnie bought me off of him, and boy did I love Arnie. He was simply just a misunderstood kid who liked his own stuff. He kept to himself, and he had that shitter of a friend Dennis, and his cheating girlfriend, Leah. Anywho, a few days after he bought me Roland died. If I could tell you anyone more clingy than him I'd be lying. Roland drove me when Arnie wasn't there. Roland drove me to kill Moochie, and Buddy's gang. I didn't have much say in it, but I was happy to avenge Arnie. It just sucks that he had his soul bound with Rolands, so when Roland was double dead, Arnie was dead. I swear I had no part in murdering Arnie, it's just a set of poor coincidences that all pointed at me."
The Car paused for a moment, "So you really didn't kill anyone?"
"No, I definitely helped, it was more like partners in crime. I did try to kill Leah, but that was unsuccessful."
"Didn't you choke her out in the drive in?"
"No, that's what the shitty movie they made about me had in it. Leah convinced him to pick up a hobo off the road. Then they went to McDonald's and got burgers, I took my chance when they dropped him off, Leah took a bite of her burger, and I started to choke her. The hobo guy noticed and did the heimlich on her." She had a sad undertone in her voice.
"I'm sorry, but you can't get them all, I know you got Darnell good, right?"
"Drove right through that fuckers house, in the snow too." She chuckled
The Car could feel the heat radiating from Christine's engine.
"I've been thinking to myself a lot... would you wanna, for say, get married?"
"We're cars. There is no marrying cars. You find a priest who will host a car wedding and we'll do it." Christine murmured realistically. "Plus we just met today, its bad enough you fucked my guts out."
"Who else will you marry? A human that you'll outlive?"
"That's.. fair."
The two cars sat there and idled together, when The Car shut off his engine it went cold. He could feel himself drifting to sleep, while leaning ever so slightly against Christine.
"Wow... I never woulda guessed a tough guy like you would be so soft" Christine mumbled, then shut off her engine and slipped into slumber with him.