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.
