Fred Richard - Bawdy-House Mother

"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.

"Here it is, missy," Eno said, waving a plastic container of whipped cream.

"Bring it here, pops, and sit on the chair."

Joyce moved her feet off the chair so Eno could sit down. "When we get done with the cream, pops, you can shove Yam all the way up my cunt."

"What," Eno asked, "do you want me to do with the cream?"

"Can't you guess, pops?" Joyce lay back on the table. She raised her legs and placed her arms under her knees. "Just smear it on and lick it off, pops. Keep eating creamed cunt until I tell you to stop."

For once Eno didn't say a word. He smeared the whipped cream on the hairless slit and licked it off. Joyce shivered as the cold cream made contact with her warm cunt. But she let Eno smear her twat five times before she said it was all she could stand.

"Pops," she said, "I'm beginning to feel funny down there."

"Do we fuck now, missy?" Eno asked. "Yam's ready to go off right soon."

Joyce swung her small body so she could slide off the table. She lay down on the rug and spread her legs. Eno didn't move. "Well, come on, pops, push Yam up my cunt!"

"No, no, missy," Eno protested, "let's fuck on the bed."

"Why, you stupid old man-don't you know the best way to screw is on the floor?" Eno said, "At my age the bed is best."

"Fuck you and the bed too," Joyce said.

Eno placed the whipped cream-the little that was left of it-in the refrigerator before kneeling between Joyce's parted legs. He fumbled around until he had his lusty cock lined up with Joyce's exquisite cunt. He whammed his Yam into it with all the pleasure Ponce de Leon must have felt when he planted his staff on a sand dune in Florida in 1513.

Eno held his weight off Joyce's tender body by leaning on his elbows. Joyce put her arms around Eno's back and moved her diminutive buttocks in time to his thrusts. "Fuck me, daddy," she said, breathing against Eno's neck. "Fuck me, daddy, fuck me!"

Eno liked the feel of the teeny-bopper's body moving against his; it was a dainty body, fresh and delightful. When he looked down he could see that Joyce's eyes were closed and she was now at the stage where her feelings were making her lungs work harder.

"I'll fuck you, you little bitch," Eno said. "I'll fuck you till I get my money's worth!"

Eno felt the little legs go around his thighs. He pushed into her with such rapid strokes that her body slid forward on the rug.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Joyce cried. "Fuck me, fuck me-screw me, daddy!"

Eno screwed. He could feel Yam hard and solid in the soft vaginal length of Joyce's joy-box. His balls slapped the cheeks of her small ass as he moved even faster to satisfy the girl who cried beneath him. She was a delectable piece and he was approaching his sexual peak.

As the interior of her vagina sweated its drops of oil, Joyce clung to Eno with all her might. She was reaching her peak too. "Daddy, daddy-I'm coming-coming," Her voice was quiet and silky now, as if she were trying to control the flow of sensations that were invading her body.

Eno screwed. His cock was close to exploding, but he tried to hold on until he knew his little partner was also on the come line. He continued fucking Joyce like a man gone crazy.

"Come on, missy-come!" he said as his own breathing became harsher.

"Oh daddy, daddy." It was not a cry this time. It was the awed whisper of a child having its first taste of sexual intercourse. Then the voice suddenly raged: "Like funny is here!"

Joyce tightened her arms and legs around Eno's body. Her little nipples were very hard, her feet moved spasmodically, a series of contractions went through her thighs, legs, and reached her already moving feet.

Eno could feel Joyce's cunt grip his prick. He released his effort to hold back and with a tremendous thrust he forced Yam up the vaginal passage where Yam expelled an ample amount of semen. Pain shot through Eno's lungs as he puffed to a passionate end and heard his young companion say, "Daddy!"

He dropped exhaustedly down on top of Joyce's body. He was still breathing as if he had run a hundred miles with a bullwhip at his back.

When both recovered, they washed themselves and began dressing.

"Missy," Eno said.

"What, pops?" Joyce said as she pulled up her yellow shorts.

"Tell me, did your old man screw you?"

"Why?" Joyce asked.

"You call me pops, but you yelled for daddy to fuck you."

"Daddy did. He made me sit on it when I was ten years old."

"Did you like it?" Eno said.

Joyce pulled her yellow sweater over her head. "Why not? It felt good,"

Eno put on his white shirt. "Did your daddy have a cock like Yam?"

"Are you kidding?" Joyce sat down on the bed to put her sneakers on.

"You gonna want Yam again, missy?" Eno pulled up his slacks and tucked in the shirt.

"Sure, pops," Joyce said. "The next one's free."

"Will you suck Yam off, missy?"

Joyce walked to the door and put her hand on the knob. She turned to face Eno. "No way, pops, no way."

She started to open the door and Eno said, "Wait, missy. I got to ask you something."

"What now, pops?"

"Where in hell did you learn them tricks?"

"What tricks, pops?"

"Like licking your ass and creaming your cunt."

Joyce threw Eno a kiss with her fingers. "The boys, pops; the boys. I just pass it on to the dirty old men who want to play with a little girl."

"Yam ain't been sucked by a little girl."

Joyce laughed. "No way, pops."

"One hundred-"

"I'll take it, pops!"

"When?"

"Saturday." Joyce went out the door leaving a physically tired old man behind her.

But his mind wasn't tired when Conchi Thorne rode up in the elevator with him that afternoon. What would it be like, he wondered, to ride her fine body, to drive Yam home between her fine legs? And as pictures flowed through his mind's eye Yam stirred.

When he was alone in the elevator again, Eno said to Yam, "Damned if you couldn't shoot her well full of come right now!"

It was playtime again in Apartment 3-C; but maybe it should be called intermission because Gab Monthor was resting.

His back was against the sofa as he sat nude on the fine Persian rug. His strong black legs were spread apart and his great tool hung downward in quiet contentment.

He had just fucked both the Classman twins, Doris and Donnie, who were lying naked on their backs with their blonde heads on Gab's thighs. Each girl had beads of sweat on her belly but only Donnie had come on her twat. Gab had fucked her last, having saved his load for the dark depth of Donnie's sweet cunt.