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.
