Jack moaned his lust. "Honey, oh, it feels good! Damn, you do that so good, baby." His voice lowered. "But, there's something you could do to make it even better, Jenny. Will you?" He looked at the girl, his eyes communicating his desire.

Astonished, Jenny looked up. She had already made it clear to him that he could not fuck her. That was for marriage. However, she did like the boy. She wondered bow she could make it better for him without putting it in her cunt. Warily, she asked, "How can I do that?"

Hesitating, Jack whispered, "Put your mouth on it." He stroked her soft hair.

Jenny recoiled in shock. Put her mouth on it! The thought of his slimy cum spurting into her mouth filled her with revulsion. "W-what? No! No I won't do it! I don't want that stuff in my mouth!" she cried, indignantly.

"But baby, please. It'll feel so much better. I've heard a lot about it. Lots of people do it, honey. Please, I-I'll tell you when I'm about to cum, and you can pull your head away," he begged.

"No! I don't care how many people do it. I'm not going to. Besides, how do I know you'll tell me when you're gonna cum?"

"I'll tell you, I promise I will! You can pull your mouth off it then. Please, Jenny. Suck my cock!" He pushed her head down toward his throbbing cock, like he had done many times in his dreams. In the dreams, the girl had hungrily opened her mouth and started sucking him. She hadn't even slowed down when he came, and she eagerly sucked and slurped his cream. But in cold reality, it was not to be. Jenny resisted his push with a shake of her head.

"No, Jack! Ooooooh!" She tossed her head with a snap, grimacing in disgust. "I'm not gonna put your cock in my mouth. You're just gonna have to be happy with this." She squeezed his cock and resumed jacking him off, an odd look on her face. Jack sat back in defeat, consoling himself with the thought that at least the seed had been planted in the girl's mind.