"That was the first time," Dotty confessed. "Really?" he exclaimed. "Don't your folks let you date?"

"Oh, yeah, but I haven't met a guy I really like," Dotty said. Not till now, she added silently.

"Then I'm flattered that you let me kiss you," Hank said. "Let's do it some more."

Dotty nodded eagerly, and he led her to a more private part of the barn. They settled into a hay-filled stall, and Hank pulled her to him again and gave her a series of long, steamy tongue-kisses that made her cream right through her panties.

Dotty was squirming and moaning in his arms, not really understanding what was happening. She hadn't heard the word "horny", and she'd never been hotly aroused before. She just knew that Hank was driving her crazy with his kisses.

"I-I think I'm getting too excited, Hank," she panted.

He chuckled and drew back, just letting her rest in his arms. Dotty was glad of the chance to catch her breath. Then she happened to glance down at Hank's fly, and she saw an enormous bulge that hadn't been there a few moments ago.

"Oh, my gosh," she exclaimed, "what's that?"

Hank saw where she was looking, and he roared with laughter. "You're not kidding me?" he grinned. "You don't know what that is?"

Dotty shook her head. "It's growing," she observed.

"It's growing for you, sugar," he leered. "It's a present for you. Why don't you take it out and look at it?"

Dotty had a feeling she shouldn't, yet she burned with curiosity. She just had to know what that big lump was. She unzipped his jeans and opened them. He wasn't wearing shorts. His stiff cock snapped free, and she gawked at it.

"Oh, wow," she breathed.

"You're a farm girl," Hank laughed. "You must know what that thing's for."

Suddenly Dotty understood. Why hadn't she made the connection before? She'd watched animals fucking, all kinds of animals, since she was a baby. She should have figured that human beings do it, too, in just the same way.