"Hell, Denise," he sighed. "You could have any guy in school."

"No thanks," the girl smiled. "They all act like a bunch of silly kids."

"Maybe so," he grinned. "But you can count me out."

"Why?" she said. "You could have a real good time with my hot body."

"I probably could," sighed Carl.

"Why won't you fuck me?" she suddenly asked. "I'm clean."

"I'm sure you are," he said. "But I'm not going to fool around with you."

"Am I ugly?"

"No," he grinned. "You're quite pretty."

"I've sure got a hot cunt," she giggled. "I'm sure you have. But the answer is still no."

"What have you got, against hot cunts?" she asked, smiling up at him with her sensual eyes.

"Do you remember the first girl you ever fucked?"

Carl smiled to himself, vividly recalling Bess Ford whom he'd never forgotten. They had both been fifteen years old when they enjoyed their first piece of ass together one summer evening in her back yard. It was something. Carl would never forget. They spent the rest of that summer fucking each other half to death. The man often thought back on those days and wondered what had ever happened to Bess after she moved away.

"Well," smiled Denise, "do you remember?"

"Yes," he sighed. "I remember."

"Was it good?"

"Just fantastic," he smiled, a faraway look in his eyes, the memory of that first fuck sending excited tingles through his cock. He could feel his prick stiffening at the thought of Bess Ford and her cute naked body.

"Then what have you got against young pussies?" she giggled, reaching over and resting her fingers on his crotch.

He was about to remove her hand, but it felt so good that he decided to let it remain as they only had a few more blocks to drive before she was to get out.

"Why don't you try my cunt?" she whispered. "I'll bet it's just as hot and juicy as hers was."