'What do you mean by 'this business?'' His curiosity overcame his reasoning, as if foreknowledge already held the answer for him.
'Fuck films.'
'W-what?' Stephan couldn't believe her brazen attitude.
'Yeah. My dad's the one who got me involved in this business. He's my agent. Money's good. The way my dad and me got it all figured out, I'll be able to retire when I'm twenty-one.' Her red polished nails scraped the bottom of her handbag till she found a stick of gum which she tore in half. Chewing with an open mouth, she carefully wrapped the other half in its wrapper and tucked it back in purse. She crossed her arms in her lap.
'Your father is your agent?' Stephan's eyes widened in disbelief.
'Yeah. You square or somethin'?'
I'm beginning to wonder, thought the young husband to himself. I can't believe my brother is risking his business and career for such a wild youngster as this! He must be crazy! Christ, I wish she'd pull her skirt down, it's nearly up to her waist now.
'You married?' He turned to her, just as she put on her heavy sunglasses. She was beautiful.
'Yeah, I'm married.'
'Do you and your wife fuck alot?'
'Do we what?'
'Get it on. You know,' she said sarcastically, pronouncing each word with articulation. 'Fuck. F-U-C-K. Fuck!'
Stephan could feel his face redden, 'Yes, we fuck.'
'Are you a swinger?' And then noticing his indecision at the traffic light, she pointed a long tanned arm to the right. 'Take the next exit from there a right onto Blossomtree lane, first house on the left.'
Stephan glanced over his shoulder to check the evening traffic, which for some miraculous reason, was all headed in the opposite direction.
Good thing, too, he thought. That was an illegal turn and all I need is to get stopped with this young piece of ass in my car. She'd probably proposition the policeman.
'You didn't answer my question,' she insisted, snapping her gum.
'Depends on what you mean by swinger.'
'Come on, ol' man. You know, like do you take naked movies of her? Do you like to make it with other couples or what?'
'Well…we…'
'You ain't had enough pussy to sink your cock into lately, I can tell.'
She smiled, resting her blonde head on the headrest, staring at the man twice her age.
'How can you tell?' He felt himself blushing, and being all too conscious of his condition that throbbed unforgivingly in his pants, he twitched in the driver's seat.
Now she shrugged and gave a knowing little smile. 'You're too uptight.
You'd be more relaxed…if you'd been fucking regularly.'
'What?' It had been a long time since Stephan had been around teenagers and he hadn't realized that their language could be as lewd as an adult's.
'You've got a hard-on. You had a hard-on ever since you set those big brown eyes on my tits and my cunt. Didn't you, now?'
Stephan was beside himself. He'd never met such a brazen female in his life, and at the age of eighteen. Christ! What's she going to be like when she's old enough to drink?
Without a warning, she reached over and touched the bulge of his cock in his trousers. 'Mmmmmmm.' The contact created the same result in his loins as a match struck in a gasoline-vapored chamber. She left her hand, not teasing him, not caressing, merely resting her finger on the throbbing lump created by his desire. Kitty's eyes were locked on his face; the intensity of her glance was something he could feel. She seemed to be asking something-and receiving silent answers. Stephan was aware that he was driving very slowly now-the vehicle was barely moving, crawling along the off ramp. His breath caught with the next comment from the girl. 'If you hadn't seen me you wouldn't be all turned on, would you?'
Stephan had to force the words out of his suddenly dry throat. 'I guess not.' He kept his eyes on the road, watching out for any highway patrol man who might find his driving unacceptable for freeways.
'Then…I'm responsible, huh?' She looked over her shoulder out the rear window, then glanced ahead of them. 'Keep driving,' she ordered.
She had some plan, obviously; her actions were unmistakable. Through a haze of uncertainty and growing heat, Stephan felt her hand leave his leg and begin fumbling with his belt. 'Take a deep breath,' Kitty said.
He did as instructed, and she quickly unfastened his belt buckle. A second later his zipper scraped, and her knowledgeable hand and fingers released his heavily throbbing cock from the imprisoning confines of his shorts. He groaned deep in his throat and she stroked it a couple of times.
I didn't ask for this, Gillian. Honest I didn't! the young husband implored his wife silently. I didn't ask for her to start egging me on like this. It just happened. Honest!
'My…your cock's beautiful!' she said breathlessly. 'So big! So hard!' She lovingly pumped it for a few seconds, then rolled it like a thick cigar between her fingers. The reflected light from the dashboard showed her hand moving up and down on his long white prick. God, how he had wanted a girl to do that! It was almost more than he could stand.
Already, even though only thirty or forty seconds had elapsed, he could feel the gathering cum in his balls. The girl was an expert; she knew what she was doing. He groaned, and his breath began coming faster and faster.
He was so caught up in the delicious sensation that Kitty had to make the request twice.
'What?' he muttered, not really sure he comprehended.
'Move the seat back further,' she repeated.
Stephan mentally knew what was coming next. Eagerly, he reached down on his left for the seat release and pushed with his back. They slid all the way back. He was forced to drive with his arms almost straight out in front of him.
Kitty glanced out the rear window again-looked again to see where they were. 'Take the next turn to the right,' she ordered. 'That street is under construction. Just keep driving. Tell me if you see any cars coming from behind.' She bent forward and her hot lips slipped wetly down over the head of his heavily pulsing cock.
'Aaaaahhhhh!' It was a moan of delight wrenched from his soul. How long he had waited for his cock to be sucked! He felt his prick give another jerk as if it were alive and independent of him. He tried to will it limp again, to banish the lewd thoughts swirling in his bourbon-filled head, but it remained hugely swollen, growing with every flick of the shameless eighteen-year-old girl's hotly licking tongue.
This is wrong, his tortured mind screamed. I'm a married man…what would Gillian say? I can't go through with it! But he was unable to stop. Nothing had felt so beautiful before. Her tongue flicked hotly at the eyelike opening of his cock and then ran maddening circles around the head. She had wrapped her lips around his cock so that her mouth felt like a soft, hotly clamping cunt ring, wonderfully moistened. With her free hand, she reached down into his shorts and began gently squeezing his balls in rhythm to her teasing little sucking movements.
Up and down her mouth moved, gently bobbing like an oil pump pulling precious liquid from the subterranean depths. Stephan was about to go out of his mind from the sensation. The girl had said to keep driving, but it was almost impossible to do that because of what he felt. He couldn't have been traveling more than three or four miles an hour when Kitty, as if sensing his impending cum, began taking the cock deep into her throat. Faster, faster, faster her head moved until Stephan could stand it no longer. He arched his back and raised his ass off the seat in an effort to fuck it further down her throat. She took it all, and as the head of his prick began swelling to enormous size, Kitty started sucking voraciously, interspersing the vacuum with occasional little nibbles. He glanced down and could see her lips pulled out grotesquely as they clung to his wildly fucking cock. He continued to fuck up to meet her, and she continued to take him. His mouth was swollen shut and long, hoarse pants of breath whistled through it. His prick felt as though it weighed a ton-a ton of hot molten lava restlessly surging below the surface of a volcano. He knew he was on the verge of cumming and felt he should prepare her, but as her motions became more rapid and the suction increased, he suddenly knew it didn't matter. She obviously had done this before- Christ, probably a thousand times in those movies she acted in: she was an expert. The juice gathered, seethed,
