An English girl, and what she’s willing to do on her date

A young couple have sex in the car, but only after the
girl makes a fool of the boy.

“Don’t do that.”

Jason’s hand paused on his passenger’s thigh, just below
the hem of her white skirt.

“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.”

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