Eno Yaw woke up with a powerful erection. It wasn't a piss-hard but a genuine, number-one stiffened cock that was all set to poke its head into the hairless cunt of a real teeny-bopper. It had grown hard in a dream that Eno was having before he came awake enough to realize that this was S-and-F Day!
Eno sat up in bed and yawned. He rubbed his eyes and was suddenly alerted to the fact that his little visitor was to call on him at ten-thirty. He left the bed for the bath where he shit, showered, and shaved in honor of his small friend.
He became nervous as he fumbled in the dresser for shorts, shirt, and socks. He pulled on his slacks and thought of what he was going to do. He suffered the fear of being caught. He silently fought with his conscience, but to no avail.
So she is jailbait, trouble; and he would be all set up to become the victim of a blackmailer. So what? So send her away-quickly!
But the fantasies he had played with for so long were too powerful to overcome by reason. He was going to suck and fuck the little blonde cookie girl who would soon knock on his door.
Eno made coffee first and the bed second. In fact he left the convertible couch open so it would be ready for his company.
He was drinking 'coffee when the knock came on the door. He almost jumped out of his slacks in nervous reaction. But he collected his wits and rushed to the door. He didn't want anyone to see her standing in the hallway.
The girl looked Eno straight in the eyes as he sucked in a large quantity of air. "Here I am," she said.
Eno's guts compressed as the air from his lungs released in a loud whewing sound. "Yes, yes, come in!" he said.
When the girl was inside the door Eno closed it quickly and locked it. Leaning against it he took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped sweat from his brow.
"What's the matter, pops," she asked, "you nervous?"
"Sure am, missy." Eno looked at his little prize.
The girl wore a white blouse, white shorts, and plain white sneakers. A handbag of finely tooled leather hung from her right shoulder. Her golden hair was parted in the middle and hung down below her shoulder blades in back, and to her orange-size breasts in front. The hair was thick and shiny and framed her softly rounded face to perfection.
The girl had watched Eno take inventory of her assets. Her blue eyes shone with amusement as she said, "Well, pops, will I do?"
"Do, missy!" Eno said. "You're just the most girl I ever seen!"
"Then I'll do?" she asked in a silky voice.
Eno sighed. "It'd be a pity to put Yam in that little body."
"Yam?" she questioned.
"Yam's my thing," Eno said.
"Oh? So you have a name for your prick." The girl walked to the table and sat down, "How's for coffee, pops?"
"Yeah," Eno said as he walked to the electric pot to pour coffee. "Me and Yam's been around a long time, missy-what's your name?"
Eno placed the cup of coffee before his little guest and pushed the carton of milk and the bowl of sugar toward her. He sat down as the girl spoke.
"Name's Joyce Craigh, pops." The girl poured milk and spooned sugar into her coffee cup. "How do you want Joyce?" she asked.
Eno choked on some spittle before he could speak. "You knock me for a loop, missy."
"Do I really send you, pops?"
"Wait a minute," Eno said. "I got to have a drink because you're too much more than I dreamed of."
Eno went to the sideboard that was against the wall by the door. He poured a shot of whiskey and downed it neatly.
"Steady, pops," the girl cautioned. "You can't fuck good with alcohol in your belly."
Eno returned to the table and sat down. "Can't help it, missy. Ain't had a little girl like you before. Scares me!"
"Don't worry, pops." The girl sipped her coffee. "I know the score. I played with my cunt before I was ten and had it licked before I was eleven!"
"You don't say!" Eno was flushed with eagerness. "Kid lick you?"
"Kids I know only think of fucking," Joyce said. "An old man licked it, pops, and I liked it. He gave me five dollars and a pat on the ass and I never saw him again."
Eno went to the sideboard for another shot. "Any other old man lick your slit, missy?"
The girl finished her coffee. "Pops, I'm making money on old bastards who want to suck or fuck me."
Eno downed the whiskey and said, "Can't see that I blame them any, missy; what you got is real young cunt."
"Want me to take off my shorts, pops?" the girl asked.
"Sure do!" Eno returned to the table and sat down.
The girl held out her hand. "Give, pops," she said.
"You won't take the money and skip?" Eno asked.
The girl stood up and said, "Pops, I like to be eaten out till I can't stand it more. Dig?"
"Okay, missy." Eno went to the dresser and returned with money. He counted out fifty dollars and handed the bills to Joyce.
The girl folded the money and stuffed it into her leather handbag which she threw on the bed. She reached to her side where she unzipped the shorts and let them fall to the floor. Turning slowly so her back was to Eno she stepped out of them and picked them up without bending her knees. She threw the shorts on the bed with her handbag.
She was thin-assed and beautiful to Eno's lusting eyes. He stared at what his fifty dollars was buying and what he saw was causing his cock to move.
Joyce turned and Eno saw his very first hairless cunt. It was a beauty. The slit came high on the girl's belly and was as free of hair as a green banana.
"How do you like it, pops?" Joyce asked proudly as she pushed her belly forward.
Eno's tongue almost crossed the room to slurp at the hairless slit. "Damned if it ain't the prettiest thing my old eyes have seen, missy!"
Joyce backed to the bed and sat down. "Come here, pops," she said. "Come see my pretty thing up close."
Eno went to the bed and stared at the twat.
"Kneel down, pops-you can't lick it from up there."
Eno knelt. "Can't see more than a slit with your legs closed, missy."
The girl lay back on the bed and raised her legs. She parted them. "Isn't it sweet, pops?" she asked.
Eno was fascinated. "It sure is a piece You'll like, missy."
The girl sat up. "Let me see Yam, pops."
Yam was already ready for some love-making in the baby slit. Eno pulled him out. The slender nine inches of hard flesh was a sight to see.
"It's terrific, pops!" Joyce exclaimed. "I never saw a cock like it." She reached out to touch it and fingered the magnificent rod. "That's cool, man-but I can't take that in my pretty slit!"
"Don't aim to hurt you, missy," Eno said. "Take what you can and You'll be happy."
"Want me to take off my blouse, pops?" the girl asked as she released the cock.
"Ain't no titty-sucker, missy," Eno said, still on his knees in adoration of the hairless slit. "I like cunt."
"You eat cunt, pops, just like old men do; and you'd fuck a baby if you could get away with it!" Joyce laughed as she watched Eno's face redden.
"Not me, missy."
Joyce laughed again. "You're just like the rest, mister, that's why I keep my cunt shaved like a baby's-to make you old bastards happy."
Eno was very pleased with the cunt. He didn't care if the hair was shaved off as long as there wasn't a strand of it.
The girl stood up. "Give a little kiss, pops."
Joyce pushed her belly out and Eno kissed the cunt with his wet lips. He was now in heaven.
"Just tongue it a few times, pops," the girl ordered.
Eno slid his tongue up the slit; it tasted tangy from a slight cover of piss.
After a couple of passes the girl backed off and sat down on the bed. She pushed her sneakers off with her toes and said, "You really want me, don't you, pops?"
"Sure do, missy," Eno agreed. "Paid good money for your cunt."
"You'd do anything to get my cunt, wouldn't you?" the girl asked.
Eno didn't say a word. He moved closer on his knees to the bed where the girl was sitting. He eyed the little slit that was so high on her belly. It set so high he figured he could lick it even if she kept her thighs together. His tongue became as greedy as his eyes. "Let me lick it, missy," he begged.
Joyce lay back with her legs spread and her eyes closed. The little lips stayed in loving touch with each other. Eno began licking the little prize by running his eager tongue up and down the slit. The whole thing was priceless to him: the flesh was soft and tasteful and he lusted in the sensation it caused. He stopped only to ask a question, "How old you say you be, missy?"
"Almost fifteen, pops," Joyce said. Her fourteenth birthday had been in March-and outside the building the April day was as fascinating as her little slit.
"I like 'me young," Eno said. "Lick."
Eno returned to the wonderful task of licking the twat but his thoughts were on the fact that he was on his way to fucking a real live teeny-bopper who had the sweetest cunt he had ever placed his lips against.
"Like it, pops?" the girl asked. She stretched her small body as tiny pricks of sensation began to be felt.
"Sure do," Eno said as he continued to swab the deck of the pretty-pretty.
"Like to really lick it, pops, so you can get a Teal taste of me?" Joyce asked as she sat up.
"Sure do," Eno said again. But when he bent forward to continue his worship of Venus the girl placed a bare foot against Eno's forehead.
"Not just yet, pops. I want to work you up a bit."
"Don't need working up," Eno protested. "Yam's ready already!"
Joyce placed her small foot against Eno's mouth. "Lick my toes," she said.
"Come on, missy," Eno protested again. "I paid for cunt not feet."
"Lick!" the girl commanded. "If you want my cunt you'll do as I say. Pops, you don't want trouble?"
That was something Eno didn't need. "Course not, missy. But I want cunt, not toes!"
"Do as you are told, old man, or you'll get all the damn t-r-o-u-b-l-e you don't want."
Joyce's foot was short, narrow, and clean. Eno licked the toes on her left foot.
Joyce lay back as relaxed as a kitten taking a snooze. "Lick between them!" she instructed.
After a while Eno liked the way Joyce's toes felt as he licked them. Without any urging he stretched his mouth so he could get all the little toes in it at once. He tongued them until the girl said, "Now do the other foot, pops."
Eno changed feet and licked toes again. After a while Joyce said, "You make me feel so good, pops, I have to pee."
Eno took the cute toes from his mouth and placed Joyce's foot on the floor. "Toilet's over there," he said, pointing to a closed door.
Joyce stretched like a kitten and sat up on the bed. "No, pops," she said. "You're the toilet!"
Eno was astounded. "What?" he said.
The girl's voice was a silky sound in the room. "I want to pee on you,"
"Piss on me?" Eno said. "That ain't what my fifty bucks says!"
"No?" The girl laughed at the way Eno sputtered. "It's what I say and I'm going to piss on you, take it or leave it!"
"How you gonna piss on me?" Eno asked.
"I'm going to wash your handsome face, pops. That's how."
"Ain't never been pissed on!"
"Okay, pops," Joyce said. She reached for her shorts.
"Wait! Wait!" Eno said.
"Wait for what, pops?"
"Damn it, missy. I ain't never been pissed on before!"
"So what? Have you ever had a fourteen-year-old girl before? Have you?"
"No, missy." Eno was sweating again. The sweat beaded his forehead and upper lips. "But you can't piss on my floor either!"
"Then get some towels, pop. Lots of towels because I piss like a steer."
Eno got to his feet and went for towels. When he returned Joyce had him spread the towels on the floor. "Take your shirt off too," she said. "And get that thing back in your pants. It makes me nervous."
Eno pushed the sturdy cock back into his slacks. He took off his shirt.
"Lie down, pops," Joyce commanded.
Eno lay down on the rug with his head on the toweling. "Now what?" he asked.
Joyce didn't answer. She walked to Eno and placed a small foot on each side of his head. Her heels were against his shoulders.
"Watch carefully, pops, so you can see my pretty slit."
Eno's brown eyes sparkled with anticipation. Yam was straining in his pants, seeming to become larger as Eno's eyes devoured the teeny-bopper's small cunt.
"Yam's real ready, missy," Eno said.
"Never mind Yam, pops. Watch my little slit so you'll see the pee pour out."
"You piss on any other man?" Eno asked.
"Old men like to be pissed on." Joyce slowly squatted down until her cunt was only a fraction of distance from Eno's chin. She reached under her buttocks and pulled the darling slit apart. "Like it, pops?" she asked.
"Ain't never seen anything better!"
Joyce laughed. She lowered her bottom until her cunt touched Eno's nose. "Smell it, pops."
Eno sniffed at the joy box. "Damned if it ain't the best smelling thing I ever smelled!" Eno was now more than enjoying himself. He was in a sensual paradise that made him feel good all over. He was in the mood now to endure a piss-bath.
Joyce raised herself slightly; just enough so Eno could see her cunt in its entrancing nudity. "Finger it, pops," she said. "Stick your finger up the hole!"
Eno was now in a state of utter elation. Here he was at last, realizing his fondest dream of feeling the cunt of a real live teeny-bopper. What more bliss could a dirty old man ask for? He stuck his thumb up the moist hole at the same time Joyce began urinating!
"Damn!" The word exploded from Eno's mouth as the deluge of piss caught him off guard. But he kept his thumb up the hole and was amazed by what he saw through the urine that had sprayed his eyes.
The force of the stream was coming from a little opening ahead of his thumb! It was gushing out and spattering his face. He felt the warm piss on his eyes, his nose, his cheeks. It stunned him for only a couple of seconds until a most pleasant feeling embraced him. He pulled his thumb from the hole and pulled Joyce's hips down until his mouth covered the meatus from which the urine was pouring. He drank the warm piss with more gusto than he ever drank a glass of beer!
"Oh, that's wild, pops!" Joyce said. "You're eating my piss!"
Joyce kept her cunt over Eno's mouth until the last drop of urine tickled down Eno's happy throat. Then she moved it back and forth so Eno's nose was in the little slit. "Did you like it, pops?" she asked as she raised her little behind.
Eno was hot. His Yam was almost ready to spray its own juice into his shorts. "Yam's ready now, missy," he said. "Can't wait to get Yam into your cunt!"
Joyce stood up. "Lie still!" she said. She turned so she was facing Eno's feet. Kneeling down she unzipped the fly on his slacks and felt around inside for the cock that was there, straining for its freedom. She pulled Yam out and held onto him. "It's a terrific prick for an old man to have, pops-long but not thick."
Joyce ran her hand up and down the slender shaft. "I don't think my poor little hole will take it, pops." She squeezed the head.
"Damn it, missy!" Eno objected. "I'm fifty years old and if you don't stop jerking Yam off I wont be able to shove him up your hole!"
"What a shame that would be, pops. My poor little hole has never had a long cock in it!" Joyce stood up and Eno pushed himself from the carpet.
"Wait!" Joyce said.
"Wait hell! I want to fuck you-now!"
"Do what I say; put your head down."
Eno lay back. "What foolishness you thinking now?" he asked.
"I'm going to sit on you, pops. I'm going to make your prick enter my pretty slit. Maybe I can take it all, and maybe I can't. We'll see."
Eno relaxed. "Good girl!" he said. "I ain't never had a straddle fuck before." He pulled the piss-soaked towels from under his head.
"I've sat on a few cocks," Joyce admitted, "but never on one as long as yours."
Eno watched in fascination as Joyce moved so her feet were by his right hip. She faced him and stepped so she was astride his body. "Hold your cock steady, pops,*' she said, "so I can steer my pretty slit over the big thing."
Eno circled Yam with his hand and held the cock so it was straight up, pointing at the little cunt that would descend upon it.
Joyce squatted, moving so the hole of her cunt was matched to the head of the prick. She reached under her to part the thin lips of her slit. With slow, slow movement she engaged the head of the prick with the entrance to her youthful vagina. Now with a steady pressure she forced the head into her cunt.
"Oh, man," she said joyfully. "Your cock will kill me, pops!"
"Down, missy, down! Get down before Yam blows his stack!" Eno clasped his hands behind his head and raised it so he could watch the cute little twat eat up his turgid Yam.
Joyce eased herself down and Yam went straight up her cunt until he was more than halfway in.
"My God, pops," she yelled, "that thing is breaking my cunt!"
"Easy, girl," Eno warned. "Don't want anyone to hear you or I'll be up shit creek!"
"Oh, man," Joyce said softly. "This cock is something else!" She pushed down so the entire shaft of Eno's prick was deep in her hole. She held herself motionless, enjoying the long-size prick to its fullest length. "Man-I took it all!" she said gloatingly. And then proudly added, "Ain't my cunt something, pops?"
"You sure you ain't an old whore in disguise?" Eno laughed.
"With a little slit like mine?"
"Fuck, girl, fuck!" Eno said. "I'm going to shoot my load so it comes right out your mouth!"
"Pops-you have to eat me now or when you shoot your load."
"Christ, girl, wiggle your ass!" Eno said. "Eat me now or later!" Joyce said. "Later-fuck now!" Eno cried as the urge to feel the highest pleasure hit him.
Joyce at last moved her hips slowly: up-down-up-down-up-down and then in short circular movements. "Oh, pops," she exclaimed excitedly, "this is going to be the very best fuck I've ever had!"
Eno moaned loudly. His large bag of balls was getting ready to send his semen up the vesicles to Yam's head.
Up, down, and around, and the load shot up into Joyce's vaginal passage. "Yam, baby!" Eno shouted as the contractions moved his cock deep in the heart of cuntland.
"Man oh man!" Joyce cried. "That hot juice is sending me!" She wiggled her ass and pumped up and down only seconds more before the thrill of her own orgasm sent her in spasms onto Eno's chest.
Five minutes later she raised herself up on her hands and looked at the still heavily breathing Eno. "You ready to eat me, pops?" she asked. Eno, now all spent with a flaccid Yam emerging from the hairless cunt, said, "Can't we wait a bit, missy?"
"You want trouble, pops?"
"Course not, missy, but I'm tired now. Shot my load and need resting."
Joyce stood up. "Come on, pops. You can lick your come outa my cunt." She walked to the bed, sat down and raised her parted legs. Eno's come was oozing from her hole.
With reluctance Eno got to his knees and moved to the bed where the little angel sat. He had no desire for the hairless cunt now. "Can't I wipe it off?" he asked.
"And spoil my fun, pops?" the girl said. "Eat me and eat come at the same time."
Eno bent forward to do his job.
"Tell my cunt you love it," the girl ordered.
"I love you," Eno said halfheartedly.
"Now kiss it like you do love it," Joyce said.
Eno went to work and was soon taken up with the taste of his own come, hot flesh, and the girl's own moisture.
"I can have an orgasm one, two, three times, pops; one after the other when an old man eats me out."
Eno grunted-and licked. "I feel it all over-my nipples get hard-so lick, pops, lick!"
Eno licked and it didn't take long to make Joyce bubble over with the joy of sexual sensations. The orgasms hit her like she said-one, two, three-as Eno went feverishly to work on the hairless slit.
Joyce threw her legs straight out as spasms went through her thighs, legs, and feet. Her whole body seemed to convulse as the paroxysms continued to possess her as Eno sipped at the fountain of love.
Suddenly Eno stopped licking the slit and stood up. Quickly he dropped his slacks and shorts and covered the teeny-bopper's raging body as he sent Yam up the moist hole. He slapped it in and pulled it out as fast as he could move his ass.
"Oh, joy!" the girl said. "Oh, joy!" She placed her arms around Eno's back and clasped her legs over his waist as her spasms of pleasure reached a sexual peak. "No more, pops," she begged. "No more!"
Eno was deaf. He rammed Yam in and out until the long cock sent another load of semen into the perky hole, flooding it.
"Yam, baby!" Eno shouted and collapsed on the little body under him.
Both the fuckers were now tightly spent and neither moved for a good five minutes of time. At last the girl said, "Get off me, pops. I gotta wash and get on home."
Eno rolled off the girl. "Yam was real good today, missy. Never thought he was slick enough to do it twice-like he did."
"Don't fool yourself, pop. It was my cunt made him do it,"
"You betcha, missy," Eno said. "When you coming again?"
"Cost you more next time, pops." The girl gathered her shorts and sneakers and left for the bathroom. When she returned she was dressed and ready to leave.
"What more?" Eno asked. The girl laughed her pleasant silky laugh. "Seventy-five the next time, pops."
"Damn it!" Eno said. He sat on the bed with his slacks and shorts around his feet. "Where the hell do you think I get the money?"
"I don't care, pops," Joyce said. She reached for her handbag. "I'll come by next Saturday morning. If you have the bread you can eat cunt-and fuck it too. But if you don't have it I can always make trouble. T-r-o-u-b-l-e, pops. Dig?"
"Missy, I sure enjoyed your little cunt," Eno said. The word trouble would forever lay like a threat on his conscience. "I'll get the money somewhere."
"Oh, pops," the girl threw her arms around Eno and kissed him. "You must have lots of bread in the bank-and I'm worth it!"
"I'll get the money," Eno repeated.
"Great, pops!" The girl bent over to kiss Eno's sweating forehead. "Maybe next time we'll play around a little more. Maybe I'll let you kiss my ass a little. A boy once licked it and I liked it."
"Hold it!" Eno roared, not concerned now with the noise or if anybody outside the door could hear it. "I ain't a asslicker!"
"You will be or t-r-o-u-b-l-e."
"I'll do it so I can get Yam up your cunt again!"
"Terrific, pops. You can lick it like the boy did."
"You're the boss, missy."
"Thanks, pops, for the money and that yard of prick. Gotta go now."
At the door Joyce turned to look at Eno. "That is some cock you have, pops. I'll be dreaming about it until Saturday."
"Take care, missy," Eno said.
"Right on, pops," the girl said and was gone.
Eno sighed and cupped Yam in his fist. "Ain't it been just the greatest day in your life?" he asked the prick.
And if the prick could have answered it would have said: Now you're a full-fledged, honey-fucking, dirty old man-and that was the best cunt you ever stuck me in!
Eno would have agreed, one hundred percent.