A New Year's Resolution

"Hey!" she protested, turning a pair of almond-shaped, wide, blue eyes at me, "I was using that," she smiled very adorably, her dimples popping into her cheeks.

"Who the fuck are you?" I blurted out.

She smiled and rolled her upper body, resting her head on a shapely elbow, revealing a small pair of – maybe B-cup(?) – breasts to me. They were nice and perky, small, maybe a handful each – in small hands.

"I'm Ronnie," she smiled, "and I love the way you fuck . . . Big Mike," she drew a deep sigh, "I love getting my ass fucked so much that I even sometimes forego getting sucked off for it," she giggled, "besides, my poor little thing is almost totally useless there."

She rolled the rest of the way and my mouth gaped open as I got a look at "her" small, softly-shriveled penis. She or he or – fuck it – it gripped the little prick between her fingers – just . . . oh fuck it! Her fingers and held it's small, cum-oozing head up as she looked into my face and smiled.

"It just lo-o-ves a stiff prick up my ass, yes! That's what makes it cum, you know."

She giggled like a naughty little school-girl once more and dropped back, her hips still sideways and her shoulders flat on the pillow, her hands up by her head as if in surrender.

"Fuck, Mikey," she sighed, "you got such a nice, big cock . . . and so fat!! Um-m-m," she ran her hands down her softly rounded tummy.

I just lay there staring. I'd grabbed a pillow, automatically covering my crotch with it, my eyes big and round. What had I just fucked?

"That big thing could make this exotic dancer quit dancing to devote herself strictly to one man, you know what I mean?"

Her voice was a sexy contralto. If I closed my eyes – and I did – I could almost see a man with a high voice lying there. Fuck! She sounded so sexy! I opened my eyes and stared.