'Pops,' the girl said as she danced around the room before stopping in front of Eno. 'I'll be your pal for fifty- dollars that is.'
Eno began to shake. 'You'll diddle me for fifty?'
'Can you still diddle, old man?' The little girl laughed. 'I thought that old men eat cunt.'
'I can diddle as best I always could, missy,' Eno assured the pretty one. 'Do you like old men to eat you?'
'Nothing like it, pops.' The girl laughed. 'I can't wait to get you down there.'
'How do you know I'll eat it?' Eno sweated some more as the thought of licking the girl's cunt passed through his mind.
'You'll get down on it, pops,' the girl assured him, 'or you won't fuck me at all.'
Eno choked on his emotions. 'Sure will, missy,' he said.
'Look, pops,' the girl said. She fingered her shorts until she had the crotch piece pulled aside. 'Take a feel!'
Eno almost died right there. He began to tremble as he lowered his hand. The bewitchment of the moment was almost too much for him.
'Feel it, pops. It ain't gonna bite you!'
Eno drooled as his finger thrilled at the touch of the golden flesh on the little twat's slit. 'Missy,' Eno blurted out, 'I'd sure like to fuck that!'
'Eat it first and it's a deal,' the girl said. She pushed Eno's finger away from her cunt. 'How about Saturday morning, pops?'
Eno was transfixed; he couldn't talk.
'Well, pops, do you want me or don't you?'
'Gimme another feel,' Eno said.
'Go on, pops, you couldn't stand it,' the girl said. She moved to the door and opened it. She turned and said, 'Saturday morning, pops. Ten-thirty.' She laughed and was gone.
When Eno got upstairs after straightening Yam, the girl was out of sight. Luckily the minutes spent with the teeny-bopper had passed without being missed. And all the rest of the hours on the elevator were spent in a fond dream. He would have a teeny-bopper of his own, come Saturday. He'd sure lick her and suck her and fuck her until Yam gave out. He smelt of the finger that had left the little twat. It held a faint trace of piss and was exciting to Eno's sense of smell. He put the finger in his mouth and sucked it. God damn, he thought, come Saturday I'll have my head between a pair of baby legs and my tongue on a baby slit.
The thoughts of having his teeny-bopper at last kept Yam stiff all night-that is until a little after twelve when Eno talked to Yam and stroked him so fondly he shot his load with all the force a bullet gets when the powder explodes.
Chapter 6
About the same time Eno Yaw was dreaming of his good fortune in a way that made Yam stand at attention, Conchi Thorne was getting ready for her weekly supply of medicine.
She lay seminude on the couch watching her nephew's cock as it was being handled in a manner that would soon propel the 'cream' into her brandy glass.
'What will you say when I tell you I have found a place for you to put that?' she said.
'God damn it, auntie,' Keith exploded. 'I want to fuck you!'
'Well I certainly am sorry I went to the trouble to get a girl interested in you and that thing!' she said.
Keith stopped pulling on his prick and said, 'You did? You did?'
'Of course I did,' Conchi said.
Keith stepped forward and leaned down so he could kiss his aunt on her forehead-although he really wanted to kiss the curly hair that seemed to gleam through her panties. 'Who is it?' he asked eagerly.
'I shall not tell you one little detail until you have finished,' Conchi said.
Keith returned to his former position and began stroking his cock again. It had slumped down when he had neglected it. 'I still want to fuck you,' he said.
'Forget it, Keith.' Conchi was dressed in a lace plunge bra with panties to match. The black of both intimate garments made a splendid contrast to her light flesh.
Keith bent backward so his cock seemed to thrust forward, pointing at his aunt's body. 'You keep saying no when I want to screw you, but you lay there in front of me naked.'
Conchi laughed gently. 'If you will look closely you will see that I am not naked.'
Keith continued handling his rod. He said, 'What would you call it?'
In actuality Conchi had lied. Neither the bra nor the panties were opaque enough to hide her charms. The red nipples could be seen on their mounds while the luxuriant tangle of her pubic hair showed through quite plainly. If her legs had been spread, her cunt would have been revealed in all the lush-lipped excitement of its exposure.
'I am not nude,' Conchi said. 'But I shall be when you ask for it.'
Keith pulled his peter and looked with almost tongue-hanging intentness at Conchi's body. 'Take off the bra!' he said.
Conchi raised her back and stretched her hands so she could unsnap the bra. It loosened and fell onto her thighs. The full beauty of her ripe tits came to Keith's avid gaze.
'My God, auntie, you torture me!' Keith cried as he took a forward step.
'Don't you dare, young man!' Conchi said. 'Work that thing up so I can get my-my tonic.'
Keith pulled and cried again: 'The panties, auntie, the panties!'
Conchi stood up so she could push her panties off her hips and down her fine legs. She stepped out of the lacy thing and lay back on the couch with her legs spread.
'Cunto! Cunto! Cunto!' Keith breathed the word through clenched teeth.
Conchi barely had time to sit up and cap her nephew's crimson-headed prick with her glass before the come spurted forth as the shaft began to pulsate.
Keith stood there jerking his prick with his eyes closed. His beautiful aunt gathered his semen by squeezing the head of the now dripping cock. 'What a fine liquid you give to me, Keith,' she said as she worked the last drop into the glass.
Keith opened his eyes and let go of his prick. 'If I had my way,' he said, 'I'd shoot it in your mouth or into your cunt.'
'As my students say, no way!' Conchi sat down on the couch again and poured brandy into the glass. The come floated on the surface of the alcoholic liquor. Swirling it around for a moment, she drank it neatly. Pouring a little more brandy into the glass, she asked, 'Do you or don't you want to hear about the sex doll I have contacted?'
Keith stood there looking at his aunt's goodies. His prick now hung down in dejection.
Conchi became aware at last that the play was over and she was sitting naked in front of her nude nephew. 'My God,' she said, 'I must put something on or that thing will rise again.'
'Let me fuck you, auntie,' Keith said.
Conchi rose and walked to the chair where her blue robe lay. She put it on and returned to the couch. She bent down for the bottle and poured another brandy. Looking into her nephew's brown eyes she said, 'Keith, go put on your clothes. I can't stand your nakedness.'
'Ha!' Keith said. 'You can stand anything as long as my juice pops into your glass. Let's fuck!'
Conchi watched as her nephew's prick began to move. 'Put on your clothes, right now. If you don't, I swear I will not divulge the girl's name and address!'
'You're putting me on,' Keith said. Now he looked intently at his aunt. 'There is no girl.'
Conchi moved the brandy glass so the liquid swirled around inside. 'There is a girl, smarty, and you will never know her if you do not get dressed this instant!'
'You're kidding,' Keith said. His prick had relaxed again.
'I am not,' Conchi said. She swallowed the brandy. 'Nor do I want to play games with a nudist.'
