"Oh, God!" Keith moaned.
"You'll feel better if you tell me." Phyllis stirred the sugared coffee and tasted it.
"I need help." Keith was edging himself toward a confession.
"Well, here it is!" Phyllis said.
Keith was going all the way. "If you have time I'll show what I did."
"I'm not quite sure of the time," Phyllis said as she thought of Frank's arrival from Los Angeles today. He hadn't showed yet so she decided to take a chance. "All right," she said. "I'll go with you if you tell me where we are going."
"My aunt's apartment." Keith was near tears.
The sudden idea to take Phyllis to Conchi's apartment made Keith feel better. She would serve as a kind of mental and moral buffer against whatever was found there. He knew that his aunt might be fully awake by now, or still be unconscious. She could be filled with rage at what he had done. He couldn't imagine her calling the police, but she would tell his parents, and that was worse.
Phyllis asked, "Did you do something to your aunt?"
"I tried," Keith began, and then told the story of his special treatments for Conchi, his ever-rising desire to fuck her, and then how he drugged her.
Phyllis said. "That's trouble, all right, but you have to face it."
"I know," Keith agreed.
Phyllis got off the stool and said, "Let's go up to your aunt's apartment."
Keith insisted they take the stairs so they walked up to the sixth floor. The door to Apartment 6-C was closed. Keith gingerly turned the knob and the door opened slightly. He opened it and walked quietly into the foyer followed by Phyllis. A moaning sound struck terror into his heart. Conchi might be dying, he thought.
Almost on tiptoes he crossed the foyer so he could look into the living room. He felt Phyllis' hand on his shoulder and he saw Conchi spread on the floor as he had left her. But now she was writhing lustfully in the arms of Frank Kazarra who was, as it looked, totally fucking his aunt! The moans he had heard at first were becoming little cries of pleasure.
Keith and Phyllis backed out as quietly as they had come in. The lustful lovers on the floor were all too occupied to know that intruders had seen them in sexual combat. But Keith had seen enough to convince himself that his worry had been for naught-his aunt was very much alive!
Whatever had happened to her had certainly changed her attitude toward sex. That was for sure!
And Phyllis was sure of one thing, too. Frank Kazarra would not call on her today or tonight! She breathed easily now and took Keith's hand and walked him down to her apartment.
"I need a drink and you do, too," she said to Keith.
"I want more than a drink," Keith said.
"So does my baby."
Keith watched Phyllis disappear into her bedroom and quickly return wearing only panties and bra. She mixed drinks at the bar and came to him.
"Sit down," she said, handing a glass to Keith.
Keith sat in a chair and Phyllis sat on the arm of it. "It looks like we have lost our partners," she said.
Keith put his hand on Phyllis' soft black thigh. "I'm happy," he said.
"I'm happy for you," she said. She reached down to touch Keith's slacks. "That little thing is ready."
"Always is," Keith said proudly, swallowing some of the highball Phyllis had made.
"Let's play," Phyllis said. "My little baby is hot and wanting."
They finished their drinks before going to the bedroom. Phyllis took off pantie and bra and sat on the edge of the bed. "Strip," she said.
Keith quickly got out of his clothes and looked down at his prick. It was hugging his belly as it nestled in the hair on his pubic region. "Oh, cunto, cunto, here I come!" he said joyfully.
Keith walked toward the bed and Phyllis lay back with her legs opened wide. With hand on cock, Keith moved toward Phyllis. But he wasn't about to use his rod. Phyllis pushed his head down on top of her baby. "Suck it," she said.
Keith knelt down and Phyllis said, "Oh!" as his tongue slid over her large clit. "I told you I could help you, boy," she said.
Keith pulled his mouth away from Phyllis' baby long enough to say, "Every fuck helps!"
"Keep sucking, boy," Phyllis said. "The fucking comes later."
And when it did she thought about Frank. If she lost him she could easily turn Keith into a real man-and why not start now?
Chapter 21
TWA Flight 614 was two hours out of New York enroute to the city of love: Paris. It had rushed swiftly into the night and all was quiet in the first class section. First class was only half filled with passengers. Both the seats opposite Frank and Conchi were empty.
Frank, sitting on the aisle seat, let his hand rest on Conchi's thigh. "I'm not too hard on you, am I?" he asked.
Conchi placed her hand over his and squeezed it lightly. "Of course not. I want you to fuck me again and again, Frank."
The word "fuck" coming from her own mouth seemed strange indeed. It was as if she were another person, not Conchi Thorne, the virgin. And I am another person, she thought; a better person.
In one short tempestuous twenty-four hour period Frank's lust had changed her from a reluctant virgin into a hearty, lusty female.
"How long until Paris?" she asked.
"Three hours," Frank said. "Maybe a little more."
Conchi smiled mischievously. "We have to wait, don't we?" She put her hand on Frank's slacks where the bulge of his big cock was a temptation.
"Have you ever been screwed on a Paris-bound plane?"
"You know better than that!"
Frank laughed. He liked this blonde. He liked her for herself alone, but in addition she was hot and crazy for prick. He could understand that, but how in hell had she kept her cunt to herself all those years? That was hard to understand.
"Did you ever fuck on a plane?" Conchi asked, the dirty word coming so easily from her mouth.
"I never did," Frank said, "but I've never been with a hot blonde like you before."
Conchi's hand tightened over Frank's prick. "Three hours is a long time to wait for this."
Frank leaned forward and pushed the button for the stewardess. When she came he asked for a blanket. "It seems to be a little chilly."
The stewardess smiled. "Certainly," she said. She'd brought blankets to passengers before and had seen the action going on beneath it when she passed by.
"Here's one for each of you," she said when she returned.
Frank smiled at the girl. "Thank you," he said. He unfolded a blanket and placed it over Conchi's seat. He placed a blanket over his lap and a hand under Conchi's blanket. He was surprised and delighted to find that she had already hoisted her skirt so her thighs were bare. Her cunt was moist to his touch and he said, "Let's do what we can now. We'll do better when we get to Paris."
Conchi leaned over to kiss Frank. She whispered in his ear, "Have you ever fucked a woman on a bidet?"
With his free hand Frank patted Conchi's healthy and glowing cheeks. "What a woman you are!"
All seemed quiet back at the Kazarra Apartment building.
Gab Monthor had completed his daily visit to the Classman twins and was leaving their apartment to return to his own. He had decided that he needed a good night's rest. In the hall his thought was of Conchi. What had happened to the blonde woman in the apartment on the sixth floor? Eno hadn't spoken to him except to say hello. On sudden impulse he decided to walk up to Conchi's apartment. His lust for the day had been well satiated by the blonde twins, but on remembering the sexual flood he had experienced on seeing that blonde woman naked on the floor, ready for his cock, he wanted to see her again.
He tried the door to Conchi Thorne's apartment. Eno had at last fixed the lock, at the stern bidding of Frank. Gab pushed the button that activated the chimes. There was no answer. He rang again and then became aware of the red-haired girl standing in the doorway of another apartment.