"God, that thing looks huge. How big is it?" she asked with a little girl's inquisitiveness. Steve pulled his robe back to expose his penis. Its length lay on his thigh, half-way to his knee.

"I thought Billie's cock was big, but yours is even bigger," she exclaimed. "Can I feel it?" she asked in her smooth as butter voice – that was it. Her voice reminded him of butter. Butter. She moved toward him.

"I'd love it if you would, sweetheart," he could barely get the words out. His heart pounding and his cock lengthening.

Fuuuuck, this little girl was a shot of adrenaline to his sex drive. He was almost afraid he would ejaculate, like a high-school boy on his first date, if she touched him. Susan moved over to him, balanced on her knees and bent to touch and then rub the almost fully erect cock.

"Fuck, how do you do it with this thing. I couldn't ever get that in me – could I?" she intoned with a coquette's ironic smile and a flick of the lips with her tiny tongue. Steve ignored her inquiry and urgently reached for her tiny waist where the thong wrapped around it. He pulled her down against him and brought her small pouting mouth down to his. He tried not to overwhelm her with the passion he felt for the precocious child-slut. His mouth closed over hers and he immediately felt a flick of her tongue as her mouth opened. Ummmh! He had to possess this creature.

High voltage shot through his being as her tongue danced against his lips, then she kissed him ardently and then lightly sucked his large tongue.

"Christ, honey. You are a dangerous little thing. You know that?" he nuzzled her long, lithe neck and ran his hand from her lean, curvaceous thigh, across the valley of her slight waist, to cup her pointing tittie pout, obviously erected from the lusty kiss. As his hand made the journey, Steve felt transported; the expression in her eyes was of hunger, but it was she who was feeding him.

She giggled, "You fucking make me horny… at least I think.