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"Why not?" he asked, his North Atlantic drawl acquiring a slightly strangled hint of frustration. "Because it's rude," Jenny told him, frimly removing his hand. "Oh, God," Jason groaned, sitting back and rubbing his forehead. "What's the matter?" his date asked. He stared at her in amazement, trying to see if she was joking, but Jenny's pretty face was a picture of blank incomprehension.. Her blue eyes were open wide, and her trembling red lips parted slightly to reveal the tips of perfect, whiter- than-white teeth. "It's all true," Jason shook his head in disbelief. "What is?" "Uh, nuthin' "Jason tried not to laugh. He couldn't be- lieve that at seventeen a girl who looked the way Jenny did could still be so naieve. It seemed ridiculous. He put his hands back on the steering wheel, checked the gear stick and glanced across at his passenger. It was a shame to give up on such a promising diversion, but Jason was nothing if not a pragmatist. The excitement and anticipation stimulated by their earlier flirting had left his balls heavy and aching. If, as was becoming increasingly obvious, Jenny was not going to do anything to relieve the pressure, he intended to drop her home and then do something about it himself. With a last regretful look at the tantalisingly bare, coltish legs exposed almost to her hips by the shortest of short white skirts, and the shape of her pert tits under her flimsy white shirt, he reached for the igni- tion key. Somehow he knew that none of the models in his extensive collection of girlie mags would compare to- night to his fantasies about Jenny. "Wait," Jenny leaned forward and put her hand on his arm. Looking round, he noticed suddenly how heavily she was breathing, her breasts rising and falling entic- ingly, close enough to touch. And was that the suspicion of an erect niple he could just make out on the tip of the left hand one? "What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically. She giggled. "This thing that's all true... it wouldn't be about En- glish girls, would it?" "Maybe," he allowed. "That they're all prudes and virgins, and frigid to boot?" "Something like that," Jason said, licking his lips un- certainly. Jenny looked at him earnestly for a couple of seconds, then burst out laughing. "Oh, God!" she gasped. "Your face - it's absolutely priceless! I just wish I had a camera... I can't believe you actually fell for all that!" "All what?" "All that crap about it being rude. You don't think I'd dress like this if I didn't know what it was all about?" she asked, tugging at her provocative hemline so that it rode up just a little. "Do you?" Jason gaped. Her action allowed him a glimpse of her sheer white panties, and the clearly visible shape of her soft mound within them. Below that he could see the way the tops of her shapely thighs pressed fleetingly together before parting again just below her sex. "Um," he said. "No. Not really." He paused. "Were you just winding me up, then?" "Yes, of course!" she grinned. "Worked, didn't it? Jason took a deep breath and opened his mouth to vent his anger at being toyed with like this. Then he stop- ped as his libido kicked in, reminding him of other frustrations which were in need of release. He grinned back at her wolfishly. "Yup," he said, "you win - caught me pants down, no pro- blem!" "Hmm," she said reaching a hand across to his groin, then running it exploratively over the outlined shape of his stiffening prick, "we'll have to see about that..." With that, she yanked his belt open and started popping the buttons of his fly, one at a time. Jason sighed with pleasure as her hand delved into his boxer shorts and wrapped softly round his shaft. Peeling his foreskin back confidently, Jenny leaned across his seat and sipped a drop of moisture from the tip of his glans. Her tongue snaked out and laved around his cock- head. He put his hand on the back of her neck, feeling her breasts pressing into his thigh. Then her lips open- ed, and he felt himself engulfed in warmth and softness as she lowered her mouth onto him as far as she could go, opening wide to accomodate the girth of his strain- ing erection. There was a moment of stillness before her head started bobbing up and down, leaving lipstick smears along the length of his shaft. He let his head drop backwards, luxuriating in the feeling. With each short movement her mouth slid further down his cock, the friction against the soft tissues of her mouth and throat exciting him, particularly when his sensitive cockhead nudged teasing- ly against the back of her throat before slipping easily past the obstruction. Then, just as the sensation of penetration was almost complete, Jenny began moving her mouth up and down the entire length of his throbbing erection, swallowing it so deeply that her nose nestled briefly in his pubic hair, then drawing back, creating an exquisite suction until just the head nestled between her lips. This she rolled around her cheeks, caressing it with her tongue before sucking his whole length once more to the back of her throat. Jason squirmed, rubbing his thigh up against the soft breasts that brushed forwards against his leg with Jenny's every movement, and feeling the hard points of her nipples digging excitedly into his flesh. The plea- sure of fucking Jenny's mouth was almost unbearable after the teasing he had endured and he groaned loudly, his hips straining up off the seat. Realising he was about to cum, he tugged frantically at Jenny's shoulders, pulling her off him whilst gritting his teeth at the effort of holding back. Jenny, however, was hav- ing none of it. Shaking his hands off, she ducked back forward and stuck his cockhead between her lips, before sucking his shaft once more into her mouth. His knob bumped against the soft tissue of the roof of her mouth, sending shockwaves of desire shooting through all the pleasure centres of his brain as her tongue moved softly against the underside of his cock. With the fingers of one hand, Jenny softly cupped his ball sac, while her free hand worked under his ass, grabbing and clutching at his buttocks through the thin material of his shorts. That was too much for Jason. Red faced and straining, he bucked his hips upwards just as she started to withdraw her mouth. His cum erupted from his cock, spurting into her mouth and then, as she allowed his knob to slip out from between her lips, pumping out onto her face and throat. Gasping for breath as he tried to recover his composure, Jason looked at Jenny in astonishment, scarcely able to believe what she had just done, or the skill with which she had done it. She was grinning impishly and droplets of sticky cum decorated her lips and cheeks, and a couple had splashed down to stain her white shirt. She opened her mouth to display its silky white contents, licked a little more cum off her lips, then swallowed, deliberately holding his gaze as she did so. "Wow," Jason grinned, "Now I wish *I* had a camera!" Jenny grinned back. "So," she said with a note of mis- chief in her voice, "does that answer your questions about English girls?" "Yeah, I guess.." Jason admitted reluctantly. "That's good," Jenny smiled, "but I hope that isn't the limit of your curiousity..." "Maybe not," Jason murmered, thinking of the tantalising flash he had had of Jenny's pure white panties, and the way they wrapped enticingly round the clearly visible shape of her soft pussy. "Maybe not." END