too much homework on your little pecker. I want it to be very much alive next Friday.'
'Don't worry about that. It will be stiff all week,' Keith promised, and he meant it.
He reached up to kiss Bettina's soft cheek. 'Be good,' she said and opened the door. 'Now you must scoot.'
'Ciao!' Keith said.
He skipped down the six flights of stairs as happy as a hairless cunt being bathed by an old man's mobile mouth. And all the way home his refrain went through his mind: Fuck Friday. Fuck Friday. Fuck Friday.
Chapter 9
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.'
