Glancing down at her shapely thighs, he could almost feel them wrapped around him as he drove his cock into her tight young pussy. It was a crazy thought, but fucking this cute slut would be one helluva party.

"You're gettin' a neat hard on," she giggled, lowering his zipper and whipping out his stiff prick.

Carl knew he should stop her, but the electric feel of her soft cool fingers around his shaft was too good to resist. Staring blankly ahead, he drove on while her naughty fingers skimmed the foreskin up and down over his stiff, throbbing rod.

"Please," she whispered. "Please, fuck me."

He didn't answer. He just stared numbly down at her half-closed eyes and moistly parted lips. The pleasing expression on her lovely face made his cock throb more violently in her hand.

"Let's go to a motel together," she chirped. "You won't be sorry. You'll just love all the neat things my hot, cunt can do."

"Oh, Denise," he stammered. "It's all wrong. I just can't do it."

"Please," she begged, bending down and running her hot wet tongue around the rim of his big knob.

That did it to the man. The feel of her sweet young lips against his prick almost blew his mind. Why not enjoy the cute bitch? he thought, his mind on fire with lust.

Driving all the way across town to an area where he felt he wouldn't be recognized, Carl registered at a small secluded motel.

"This is nice," beamed Denise, walking into the room and bouncing on the bed. "This will make a good workbench."

He smiled at the cute teen, not knowing quite what to do now that they were alone in the motel. He stared at her lush tits jiggling up and down in her sweater as she bounced on the bed, her long brown hair flying widely around her radiant young face. Her complete youthfulness was an exciting thing to behold as she jumped from the bed and enthusiastically examined the room.