Eno Yaw was beset by both fear and eager sexual anticipation as he waited for Joyce Craigh on Saturday morning. He knew that teeny-boppers were jailbait. If caught he would see arrest, a trial, and a stern judge sending him to prison for years.
However his reasoning was offset by the realization that Joyce was coming of her own accord. She was a mini-bitch for sure, but what the hell, it would be worth it.
At exactly ten-thirty there was a knock on the door. In an eagerness that belied his fear he quickly opened the door, and there she was!
Dressed in yellow today, Joyce asked brightly, "Still like me, pops?"
Eno closed the door quickly and said, "Sure do, missy. Can't wait to see that pretty little thing again." He started to put his arms around the girl but she evaded his grasp.
"Easy does it, pops. I've got thrills and more thrills for you today-but first the bread." Joyce held her hand out.
Eno dug into his slacks and came up with the cash. "Seventy-five, you little robber."
"Can you get it cheaper, pops?" Joyce asked as Eno counted the money into her hand.
"Like your sweet little thing, missy. Been dreaming about you, girl; been jerking Yam off just thinking about your little twat."
"You play with Yam a lot?"
"Once a day, missy."
"Want me to jerk him off, pops?"
"Hell no, missy!" Eno said quickly. "Yam wants to get into your cunt again. Wants to smell around in that dark hole where he feels so good. He wants to spit in your cunt, missy!"
"Tell Yam he'll have to wait." Joyce walked to the bed and sat down, "Let's strip, pops; you first."
Eno was trembling again as he had the first time the teeny-bopper had entered his room. He said, "Have to have a shot, missy."
Eno walked to the sideboard near the door. "Want one?" he asked.
"No thanks, pops. I don't drink, smoke, or use dope."
"Good girl," Eno said. "Can't stand them dope takers."
Eno swallowed his shot of rye and Joyce said, "Come on, pops, let's get going."
Eno poured another shot and downed it neatly. He moved to a chair and took everything off but his shorts. He was in fine physical shape for a man his age, and he knew it. He walked toward Joyce, conscious of the bulge Yam was making in his underwear.
"Get naked, pops," Joyce ordered. She moved her hands to the waistband of his shorts and boldly pulled them down. "You ain't bad looking for a dirty old man, pops-and that Yam is something else!" She swatted the stiff cock with the tips of her fingers.
"Missy!" was all Eno could say as he stepped out of his shorts and picked them up.
"Now watch me, pops," Joyce said as she stood up. She pulled off the yellow sweater she was wearing, eased her feet out of her yellow sneakers, and then dropped her shorts. "How's me, pops?"
There was no denying her youthful figure. She was slender and slick from blonde hair to pink toes.
"Missy," Eno said, "I ain't seen anything like you since the day I was born; and that's a fact!"
She was a sexy little devil with her hairless slit and her orange-size breasts. "Like me, pops?" she asked.
"Sure do, missy," Eno said. "Like to see your cunt."
"Oh no, pops," Joyce said. "Today you work for it, and you had better make up your mind to do everything I want. If you don't I'll leave. Understand?"
Eno sighed. "Gotta do what you want, missy. Yam would be real hurt he can't get into your cunt."
"Now you understand, do as I say." Joyce walked over to where Eno stood by the sideboard. "Pops," she said, "how would you like another drink?"
That's what Eno had gone for. "Could use it, missy."
Joyce took the water glass Eno had used and poured a third of whiskey into it. She held the glass so she could catch Eno's drooping prick in it. When she raised the glass the prick's head was dunked into the rye. Joyce moved the glass with the prick inside in a circular motion. Then thinking of another thing to do she lowered the glass so Eno's prick came out of it. Raising the glass again she captured Eno's balls in it. She bathed the balls for a short while before handing the glass to Eno.
"Drink," she ordered.
Taking the glass from her hand Eno sipped the whiskey. He watched Joyce's face as he let the cock-and-balls flavored drink enter his mouth.
"Wait!" Joyce said before Eno could finish the whiskey. "I want to dilute it for you."
Joyce took the glass and squatted down. She held the glass under her cunt. Eno could see that she was pissing in his glass.
Joyce squeezed off the flow of urine and taking Eno by the hand she led him to the toilet. It was spotless. Joyce sat down on the John and handed the glass to Eno.
"Kneel in front of me, pops, while I finish peeing."
Eno knelt down.
"Now drink my pee, pops."
Eno drank the mixture of piss and whiskey in almost a single gulp. "Your pee's sweet, missy."
Joyce stood up and said, "Come on, pops, we'll go out on the rug and you can lick the pee off my pretty little slit."
Eno followed his five feet, ninety odd pounds of shapely teeny-bopper. "Lay on the rug, pops," Joyce said.
Eno did as he was told without question. Joyce stood over him with her feet on each side of his neck. "You like my slit, pops?" she asked.
"Sure do, missy," Eno said, his eyes on the baby crease over his head.
Joyce squatted down. Her cunt was a slick little thing. It lay forward on her pubic arch with lips that were no more than three inches in length. It was a small twat. Eno decided; sweet to look at, much nicer to lick.
Joyce put her hands under Eno's head and pulled. Eno's mouth, came even with the pretty slit. "Lick the pee off, pops," Joyce said.
Eno licked the lips with relish; and between them. He searched for the vaginal hole with his tongue. Joyce released his head. "Like it, pops?" she asked.
"Best little cunt in the world," Eno said. Joyce stood up. "Come to the bed, pops."
Eno rolled to his hands and knees and crawled to the bed. His cock was real stiff and ready for some action.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Joyce said, "So you're not a titman, pops?"
Eno sat back on his legs and said, "Never cared for sucking tits, missy. Like cunt better."
"No kidding, pops?" Joyce laughed. It was a real pleasant laugh. In her silky voice she said, "Today you suck tits, pops. Mine!"
Eno moved to the bed and Joyce thrust her little titties out. "Suck them, pops!" she ordered.
Eno sucked. He was not looking for trouble. T-r-o-u-b-l-e, as Joyce spelled it out. First one pink nipple went into his mouth, then the other. He became excited by the tender flesh as the little nipple hardened. His tongue tickled the bud.
"Pops," Joyce said, "you are a titman!"
"Never thought tits could be so good," Eno said. And for ten minutes Joyce let Eno suck her breasts.
Then she said, "Pops, I've something else in mind for you to lick."
"Look, missy," Eno said, moving on his knees backward. "See Yam? Yam's ready for your little twat right now!"
Joyce leaned forward. She slapped Eno's cock with her fingers. "Yam can wait," she said. "I want my slit to receive lots of attention before you put that thing in it."
Eno sighed. "Come on, missy, give Yam a break."
"No! Either you do what I want or you get trouble. Understand?"
The word trouble would always lay like a threat on his conscience. Eno wanted pleasure; that was all. "How much more do you want me to do, missy? Yam's ready already!"
Joyce laughed and stood up. She turned around and knelt down by the bed. Her perfect bottom was nicely exposed. "Now lick my ass, pops," she commanded.
"I ain't no asslicker!"
"You will be or that stiff thing won't go into my cunt!"
Eno moved on his knees so his tongue could lick Joyce's anus. He sniffed at it and Joyce said, "Right on, pops! I really scrubbed it and put perfume on it."
Eno licked and Joyce continued, "Two boys had to lick my ass before I'd let them fuck me. I read about it in The Sensuous Woman, pops. It said that as long as I keep it clean it was all right to have a man lick it."
Eno licked and Joyce asked, "Like it, pops?"
"Rather put Yam in your cunt, missy."
"Lick it, you old bastard!"
Eno went on to lick the puckered hole.
"How does it smell, pops?" Joyce asked. "Pretty?"
"Ain't no bad smell, missy."
"Say, pops, do you like whipped cream?" Joyce asked. She turned around and sat on the bed again.
Eno remained kneeling. "Sure do, missy. I eat peaches and cream every morning. Keeps Yam happy."
"Good," Joyce said. "Now you can eat cunt and cream, pops."
"How's that, missy?"
"If you eat peaches and cream each morning you must have a little cream in the fridge."
"Sure do, missy."
"Get it," Joyce ordered.
While Eno went to the refrigerator, Joyce walked to the table which was diagonally across the room from the bed. She pulled out a chair and stepped on it so she could sit on the table.
"Here it is, missy," Eno said, waving a plastic container of whipped cream.
"Bring it here, pops, and sit on the chair."
Joyce moved her feet off the chair so Eno could sit down. "When we get done with the cream, pops, you can shove Yam all the way up my cunt."
"What," Eno asked, "do you want me to do with the cream?"
"Can't you guess, pops?" Joyce lay back on the table. She raised her legs and placed her arms under her knees. "Just smear it on and lick it off, pops. Keep eating creamed cunt until I tell you to stop."
For once Eno didn't say a word. He smeared the whipped cream on the hairless slit and licked it off. Joyce shivered as the cold cream made contact with her warm cunt. But she let Eno smear her twat five times before she said it was all she could stand.
"Pops," she said, "I'm beginning to feel funny down there."
"Do we fuck now, missy?" Eno asked. "Yam's ready to go off right soon."
Joyce swung her small body so she could slide off the table. She lay down on the rug and spread her legs. Eno didn't move. "Well, come on, pops, push Yam up my cunt!"
"No, no, missy," Eno protested, "let's fuck on the bed."
"Why, you stupid old man-don't you know the best way to screw is on the floor?" Eno said, "At my age the bed is best."
"Fuck you and the bed too," Joyce said.
Eno placed the whipped cream-the little that was left of it-in the refrigerator before kneeling between Joyce's parted legs. He fumbled around until he had his lusty cock lined up with Joyce's exquisite cunt. He whammed his Yam into it with all the pleasure Ponce de Leon must have felt when he planted his staff on a sand dune in Florida in 1513.
Eno held his weight off Joyce's tender body by leaning on his elbows. Joyce put her arms around Eno's back and moved her diminutive buttocks in time to his thrusts. "Fuck me, daddy," she said, breathing against Eno's neck. "Fuck me, daddy, fuck me!"
Eno liked the feel of the teeny-bopper's body moving against his; it was a dainty body, fresh and delightful. When he looked down he could see that Joyce's eyes were closed and she was now at the stage where her feelings were making her lungs work harder.
"I'll fuck you, you little bitch," Eno said. "I'll fuck you till I get my money's worth!"
Eno felt the little legs go around his thighs. He pushed into her with such rapid strokes that her body slid forward on the rug.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Joyce cried. "Fuck me, fuck me-screw me, daddy!"
Eno screwed. He could feel Yam hard and solid in the soft vaginal length of Joyce's joy-box. His balls slapped the cheeks of her small ass as he moved even faster to satisfy the girl who cried beneath him. She was a delectable piece and he was approaching his sexual peak.
As the interior of her vagina sweated its drops of oil, Joyce clung to Eno with all her might. She was reaching her peak too. "Daddy, daddy-I'm coming-coming," Her voice was quiet and silky now, as if she were trying to control the flow of sensations that were invading her body.
Eno screwed. His cock was close to exploding, but he tried to hold on until he knew his little partner was also on the come line. He continued fucking Joyce like a man gone crazy.
"Come on, missy-come!" he said as his own breathing became harsher.
"Oh daddy, daddy." It was not a cry this time. It was the awed whisper of a child having its first taste of sexual intercourse. Then the voice suddenly raged: "Like funny is here!"
Joyce tightened her arms and legs around Eno's body. Her little nipples were very hard, her feet moved spasmodically, a series of contractions went through her thighs, legs, and reached her already moving feet.
Eno could feel Joyce's cunt grip his prick. He released his effort to hold back and with a tremendous thrust he forced Yam up the vaginal passage where Yam expelled an ample amount of semen. Pain shot through Eno's lungs as he puffed to a passionate end and heard his young companion say, "Daddy!"
He dropped exhaustedly down on top of Joyce's body. He was still breathing as if he had run a hundred miles with a bullwhip at his back.
When both recovered, they washed themselves and began dressing.
"Missy," Eno said.
"What, pops?" Joyce said as she pulled up her yellow shorts.
"Tell me, did your old man screw you?"
"Why?" Joyce asked.
"You call me pops, but you yelled for daddy to fuck you."
"Daddy did. He made me sit on it when I was ten years old."
"Did you like it?" Eno said.
Joyce pulled her yellow sweater over her head. "Why not? It felt good,"
Eno put on his white shirt. "Did your daddy have a cock like Yam?"
"Are you kidding?" Joyce sat down on the bed to put her sneakers on.
"You gonna want Yam again, missy?" Eno pulled up his slacks and tucked in the shirt.
"Sure, pops," Joyce said. "The next one's free."
"Will you suck Yam off, missy?"
Joyce walked to the door and put her hand on the knob. She turned to face Eno. "No way, pops, no way."
She started to open the door and Eno said, "Wait, missy. I got to ask you something."
"What now, pops?"
"Where in hell did you learn them tricks?"
"What tricks, pops?"
"Like licking your ass and creaming your cunt."
Joyce threw Eno a kiss with her fingers. "The boys, pops; the boys. I just pass it on to the dirty old men who want to play with a little girl."
"Yam ain't been sucked by a little girl."
Joyce laughed. "No way, pops."
"One hundred-"
"I'll take it, pops!"
"When?"
"Saturday." Joyce went out the door leaving a physically tired old man behind her.
But his mind wasn't tired when Conchi Thorne rode up in the elevator with him that afternoon. What would it be like, he wondered, to ride her fine body, to drive Yam home between her fine legs? And as pictures flowed through his mind's eye Yam stirred.
When he was alone in the elevator again, Eno said to Yam, "Damned if you couldn't shoot her well full of come right now!"