Dolly had in fact, decided to let him go further than ever before, because she felt sorry for him- sorry for his long enduring frustration and sorry because she would not be seeing him very often in the future. But she still had no intention of losing her cherry. When he removed her panties, the girl opened her legs wide. He pulled her skirt up to the waist and his lips pulled from her nipples as he gazed down at her crotch.

Dolly tilted her pelvis so that he could look directly between her legs. She could almost feel the heat of his gaze, like laser beams, as he regarded her creamy slot and throbbing clit.

Her hand was behind his neck. She pushed gently, hinting rather than urging.

She was willing to let him eat her cunt today; mare than willing-she thought it would be a wonderful idea.

But Duke didn't understand. Duke was not imaginative and he had never sucked a pussy. He would have gladly done so, had she made her desires clear, but she was too timid to do more than give his head that gentle push.

He began finger fuck ing her again, steadily shoveling two fingers up her cunt with a flick of the wrist and, as her cunt loosened, working a third finger in. He never tried to get all four fingers up her. He'd once heard a joke about that…

Now as he fingered her twat with one hand, he fumbled with his belt and zipper with the other.

Dolly had never taken his pecker out herself, and he'd given up urging her to do so. He folded back I the flaps of his fly and, reaching in, hauled his big prick out. His cock was of an average length but remarkably thick-a true bludgeon. It was the only cock Dolly had ever really seen. She'd necked with other men and felt a few dicks, but Duke's was the only one she had a chance to look at consistently or was obliged to milk. She had grown fond of the fat tool and found that jacking him off was no hardship.

Duke started to reach for her hand, supposing that, as usual, he would have to pull her hand down to his dick before she agreed to fondle him.