"You're man enough to get me all worked up and crawly," Sue offered.

"I don't mean it that way. I mean, well, I mean, I… my cock isn't big enough for anything. She-it! It ain't hardly big enough to pee through, let along fuck with. Here," he fumbled with the waistband of his jockey shorts, "I'll show you." He pulled down his shorts and held his penis between his two fingers. "Look at this little old thing, I mean just take a gander at it.”

Sue looked at it. She could hardly make it out as he held it between his fingers. "Come over here closer, Billy Earle.”

The lanky picker walked over to where Sue had raised herself to a sitting position on the side of the bed.

"Let me see it closer." She reached out and took the small organ from his fingers. It felt like a large worm to her. Pulling on it, which caused Billy Earle to move closer to her, Sue placed a wet kiss on the small object.

"Don't make fun of me," Billy said.

Sue detected the desperation in his voice. She raised her head up toward him. "I ain't making fun, Billy. I know you must feel awful about it, but heck, you got me all worked up and you did make me come. And," she grinned, "I don't suppose Fin the only girl you've ever been with.”

Billy smiled slightly, but still nervous, "She-it!" he said, using his favorite expression. "I been with a lot of women. They don't call me the 'Nashville Tongue' for nothing. Hell, I've been told many times that I got an educated tongue, and I do know how to use it.”

"Hey, I'll go along with that," Sue agreed. She continued to fondle the small appendage, marveling at the fact that it was becoming hard. She watched as it stiffened and grew rigid under her manipulations. Yet, even when it was near the bursting point it was no bigger around than her ring finger and only as long as her little finger.