"Mmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned, "I like the way it tastes."

It was a miracle he didn't come then. It was like one of his horny fantasies come true to watch Nancy Taylor licking his dick and hear her saying she liked the taste. Even if he could tell his buddies about it, they'd accuse him of making it up. It was just too good to be true. Here was a girl every guy wanted to make out with, and she was going down on him.

"Am I doing this right, Ben?" she asked innocently. "Does it feel good?"

"It feels great, Nancy," he sighed, "but I'm just afraid I'm gonna come."

"So what's wrong with that?" she said. "I'd like to come, too. Maybe we could get each other off."

Now he knew he was dreaming. But even if it was a dream, he was going to enjoy it to the max. "Sure, Nancy," he said, "that's a great idea. Let's get each other off."

He grabbed for her, pulled her down on the seat, and rolled on top of her. But as he was tugging at the zipper of her jeans, she squealed in protest and pushed at his shoulders.

"Ben, that isn't what I meant!" she cried. "I'm not gonna go all the way till I'm married."

Ben groaned in frustration as he rolled off her. "Okay, Nancy," he sighed, "just what did you have in mind?"

Seeing that he wasn't going to force her, she got friendly and excited again. "Well," she said eagerly, "I'll show you how I get myself off, and you do that to me. And I'll get you off your way, okay?"

It wasn't what he was aiming for, but it was a lot better than nothing. "Okay," he said, "you can jack me off, just like you were doing before. Show me how to get you off."

She didn't hesitate, and Ben's eyes widened as she eagerly unzipped her jeans. She tugged her jeans and panties down over her thighs, and he gawked at her bush, a small triangle of golden curls. She folded back the blonde fur and showed him a small bud of flesh, rosy red in color.