Yam was indeed a heavy piece of equipment for an old man to tote around. But Eno didn't mind a bit. He loved Yam like a brother and was very pleased that good old Yam was able to get up and go on the many occasions when Eno's mind dipped into the great tub of sex.
But for all the power of his desire for baby flesh he did not neglect Conchi. Every evening when she got off the elevator he'd grab at Yam and say, "Yam, how'd you like to fuck that beauty?"
Of course the long slender prick didn't answer in words but in action. It would begin to stir and before Eno closed the elevator doors it would be up and ready for some kind of doing. At such time, watching through the little window in the door, Eno would take Yam out and dress him down for a couple of very pleasurable strokes. After which Yam would be tucked in again with the promise of more handling, come twelve o'clock.
When the miracle happened so suddenly, Eno couldn't believe his luck. A for-real teeny-bopper had come right out and offered Eno her goodies!
Golden-haired Joyce Craigh had sailed effusively into the lobby one afternoon while Eno was sitting idly in his elevator. She approached him and said, "Want to buy some cookies, mister?"
Eno stared at the girl and she stared back. "Well, pops, do you?" she asked.
Eno was baffled for a moment by the nearness of the sweet little girl. "Maybe I do," he said. He looked down toward the little beauty's shorts-covered crotch. "How much?"
"Not that, pops-cookies," she said.
Eno's face reddened and his eyes became moist. "How much?"
The girl smiled. "For the cookies, pops, the sale price is one dollar. For the other-" The girl smiled again.
Eno's mouth watered. He felt like he'd made it to paradise.
"You catch on, pops?" the blonde asked.
"I'll have to go to my apartment-for some money," Eno said. He hoped against hope that no one would ring for the elevator. Trembling with anticipation he went downstairs to his room and the little long-haired blonde followed him.
She plopped herself down on the studio couch, stretching out her thin but excellently turned legs. She was dressed for the April sun that had warmed the day enough for her to wear shorts.
"You live here by yourself, pops?" she asked as Eno made a pretense of searching for the dollar.
"Yeah." Eno looked at the little doll who had entered his abode so daringly.
"Isn't it lonely being the only one here?" she asked.
"Sure is, missy." Eno now looked straight at the crotch he wanted so much to lick, suck, and fuck. "Ain't you afraid?"
"Of what?" the girl said. "What the hell could you do, pops?"
"Don't say that, missy, because I ain't that old!"
The girl laughed. It was a pleasant sound in the one-room apartment. "Maybe I could come and visit you sometime-kinda keep you company?"
Eno's heart was pounding. Had he really reached the gates to paradise at last? "Your folks wouldn't want you to visit an old man like me."
"To hell with my folks," she said. "What they don't know won't hurt them anyway."
Eno took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow. He reached into his pants pocket and brought out a bill. "Here's your dollar, missy."
"Thanks, pops," she said as she exchanged the box of cookies for the money.
Was the little girl for real? He knew he'd find out soon. "What can we do if you visit me?" he asked.
"I know what I can do," she said, "but I don't know what you can do." The girl clutched the bill in one hand and raised her legs. She spread them wide as she said, "What about it, pops?"
Eno sweated.
"Damn it, mister, do you want to fuck me or don't you?" she asked as she lowered her legs and stood up. She was a little thing-not much over five feet tall.
Eno wiped more sweat and said, "You won't get me into trouble, missy?"
"Not if you pay me for it," the girl said.
"How old are you, missy?" Eno looked at the prize before him. "It don't matter much; just like to know."
"Almost fifteen, pops, and no hair on my cunt yet."
"I like that," Eno said.
"I know, pops. Old men like to fuck hairless cunts."
"They do for a fact, missy."
"Now will you pay for a piece of ass or won't you?"
Eno's face changed color like a litmus paper. "You betcha, missy," he said as his heart pounded like it had never pounded before.
"What's the matter, pops? Your face is like fire."
"I'm all right-just thinking."
"You evil minded, pops?"
"Not evil, missy, just hot," Eno said.
The girl placed her hand on Eno's arm. "How much, pops?"
"Whatever you say, missy." Eno felt as if a heart attack was imminent.
"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?"