"Say! How do you know it's big or not? How many other dicks have you been playing with?"

"None, dear. I just meant… I think it will fit my cunt very well… just right…"

Duke's cock, the subject of this discussion seemed to want to take part; it was rowing in a great lump in the front of his trousers, writhing and expanding.

Duke's passion was inflamed by her words-at least she had been thinking about suck things as how well his cock would stuff her. That was something; there was hope yet.

"Yeah! I'll bet. Let's try it and see, huh?"

"Oh, Duke," she said, exasperated at his constant efforts at getting her cherry.

But she liked him and she didn't want him to be really angry, especially since this was the last time she would see him for a whole week. He might actually find another girl, she thought; she didn't want that to happen.

She knew how to placate Duke.

She shifted so that the hem of her skirt rode up a bit, showing a length of ivory thigh.

"Come sit beside me, Duke," she said.

He looked as if he might decline the offer, but his cock had a say in the matter and it seemed to be dragging the rest of him across the room-as if his dick were a lump of iron and her pussy were a powerful magnet. He gravitated, crotch first, toward the sexy young maiden. He was slightly bow legged, but that, at the moment, was a good thing, for his balls were so bloated that they needed plenty of space to expand between his thighs.

He sat beside her, snarling.

"You can kiss me, Duke," she said.

"Can I fuck you?" "No."

"Then I don't wanna kiss you."

But then he saw that he was cutting off his nose to spite his face-or, more to the point, a handjob to spite her maidenhead. He relented.

He slid his arm along the back of the couch first, only gradually curling it down over her shoulder. Although they had been petting heavily for some time now, Duke continued to work through the evolutionary stages on each occasion, like an embryo forming in the womb. This may have been due to a certain regard for her modesty and chastity, or it may have been due to lack of imagination in that it was the only approach he knew. Whatever, each time they settled down to a bout of necking, he began as shyly as he had on their first date long before.