"Now I get it," she said. "What's it called?"

"It's my cock," Hank said. "And now that you're finished staring at it, how about playing with it?"

He took her hand and showed her what to do. He wanted her to curl her fingers round that big slab of meat and pump it. Dotty found it fun. She also felt a weird excitement as his prick throbbed against her fingers. It looked so huge. How could it possibly fit into a woman's body to make a baby?

Hank sure liked what she was doing. He leaned back in the hay and breathed hard, his handsome face flushed with lust. Thick globs of cream started oozing from the cleft of his cock, and Dotty rubbed the stuff up and down his cockshaft.

"Now I'm the one who's getting too excited," Hank said hoarsely.

"Oh, don't make me stop," Dotty said. "This is fun."

"Honey," he rasped, "you don't know what this can lead to. I shouldn't have asked you out here tonight. I want you too bad."

"I want you, too, Hank," Dotty said innocently. "Please, let's have some more fun."

Hank made a lusty growling noise in his throat, as if his self-control had just snapped. He pushed Dotty's t-shirt up and unhooked her bra. His big callused hands closed over her large thrusting tits, expertly molding and stimulating the tender tit melons.

"Ohhhhhh, gosh, that feels nice," Dotty gasped.

Hank just made more growling noises as he explored her luscious big teenaged tits. Dotty went on pumping his cock. It bucked and throbbed and juiced in her fist, like it had a life of its own. Her tits swelled and tingled, and she felt more molten juice seeping from her virgin cunt.

She knew her parents would be furious if they caught her doing this, but why? It was so much fun, and it felt so nice. She and Hank were just making each other feel good, and what was wrong with that? Dotty didn't feel a bit guilty or ashamed.