Bobbie Joe, her curiosity aroused, leaned over and looked at the thick hunk of meat protruding from the open zipper of the man's pants. As she watched, she could feel the man's fingers digging into her soft thigh. It was her first look at a man's cock, and she didn't know what to make of the fat object.

"Go on and touch it," said the man, grinning. "You don't have to be afraid of it. Pricks can't bite!"

"All right," said the girl. "If you're sure it's okay."

Bobbie Joe then reached out and placed one finger on the man's limp cock. When she was sure the prick wouldn't bite, she began to move her finger up and down its length. The man moved closer, his hand squeezing the young girl's thigh hard.

"Put your whole hand on my prick," said the man. "Goon!"

Bobbie Joe did as the man asked. As her hand glided up and down Tom's prick, the fat fuck cock began to harden. Excited by the cock's sudden growth, Bobbie Joe closed bier fingers around the thick shaft and moved her hand faster.

"Uungh! Oh, shit!" grunted Tom. "You learn fast!"

"It's so hot!" said Bobbie Joe. "It's burning my fingers!"

"That's all tight," said the man. "Just keep jerking it!"

"What's a prick for?" said Bobbie Joe. "What does it do?" Her hand continued to slide up and down the prick's length, stretching the thick skin and rattling the heavy balls.

"It's used for a couple of things," said the man, smiling.

"Tell me," said Bobbie Joe. "I want to know. It's so long and thick! Unmmmmm! I'm starting to like it!"

"All right, I'll tell you," said the man, looking around. "But keep your voice down. We don't want anyone to hear us. This is our little secret." His hand had moved up to her crotch and pressed into her warn jeans.

"Okay, I'll be quiet," said the girl, whispering.

"But please tell me what you use this big prick for." She squeezed the cock tight, her tiny hand barely able to hold it.