Fred Richard - Bawdy-House Mother

"Push your belly out more," Keith said.

Phyllis arched her back so her baby stood out. It slanted downward as if eager for the experience. Keith handled his cock so it slanted toward Phyllis' clitoris. He worked it so her stiffened clit was against the peehole on his cock. He pushed-and Phyllis' baby went neatly into the head of his prick!

"Keith," Phyllis said, "doesn't that hurt you?"

"No," Keith assured her as he forced the clitoris completely into the hole on the red head of his penis. "When I was younger I put cotton swabs in it and shot them out when I came."

"Stop talking, boy!" Phyllis said sharply. "Let this black girl's baby have intercourse with that white thing!"

Now Keith held his prick erect and still while Phyllis, with her hands on Keith's shoulders, moved her hips so her baby could fuck the white boy's thing. She began to moan faintly as she worked her hips to and fro. Soon the moaning became a sound of sensual enjoyment as the tender little rod began to throb.

Her eyes were closed and her face was turning into a gray color when she let go of Keith's shoulders and put her hands on her breasts. The orgasm that came sent shivers throughout her body.

While this was happening to her Keith was busy jerking off. He was being careful to keep the little rod into his peehole. As Phyllis' face turned white he let out a cry of pleasure and his load of sperm soup shot upward and bathed the little clit as it popped out of the hole.

"Wow!" Keith said. "That's fucking!"

When she returned to normal Phyllis said, "I'd never in a year of Sundays believe that my baby could do that to you!"

"And I only thought of it on the spur of the moment!" Keith said happily.

"It was wonderful," Phyllis said. "I never had a sensation like that. It made me feel-uptight."

"Want to do it again?" Keith asked.

"Let's go to bed first and rest awhile, Keith. I want my baby sucked again."

"I'd like that," Keith said. He followed Phyllis into her bedroom. They both crawled into bed and he held Phyllis close in his arms with her fine tits squashed against his chest. They had fitful naps through the night, each one ending in some kind of sex play. But one thing Phyllis couldn't do: get down on her knees and suck Keith's prick. But Keith was not disappointed. He sucked the baby again and again, and as often as his prick could stand it went into the black-lipped hole of his charming black partner.

Sunday came forth sunny and warm. It was a great day for Keith; he forgot Bettina as he sucked and screwed on a velvet skinned black girl in her elegant pad!

Keith had been seeing his aunt for weeks to give her the special treatment she desired. He had put his come into her little brandy glass by jerking off. And during all those weeks he had lusted for his aunt's precious cunt!

Today it was going to be different. He was a man now, indeed. Hadn't he fucked Bettina's vibrating cunt? And Phyllis' willing twat? Didn't he now possess the nerve to force his aunt into a real fucking session? You bet!

From the very first time he had shot his come into the glass he had wanted to fuck his aunt's tempting body. She had shown it to him for real and in large photos. She had made his ejaculations come faster by thus revealing herself to him. Today he would give his come to her-right up her cunt where it belonged.

Keith's thoughts kept him from smiling as he pressed the button outside Conchi's apartment. He was going to fuck her today and it was going to be a big deal, come hell or the devil himself.

His confidence was all in the small white capsule in his pants pocket. The capsule contained a white, quickly dissolving powder. It was tasteless, potent, and the newest drug in the field of anesthetics. He had stolen it from his father's drug cabinet while the good doctor and his nurse were in the waiting room talking to a patient.

Keith rang again, standing impatiently until his aunt opened the door. "Hello, Keith," she said. "I was on the telephone."

"That's okay, auntie," Keith said. He kissed Conchi on the cheek. "I've got all day."

"No you haven't," Conchi said. "I have things to do so I don't want you around."

Keith didn't answer because he was looking at the expensive robe Conchi had on. It was floor length with a full zipper in front. Conchi's soft slippers matched the blueberry color of the robe.

"I want you to leave early, Keith," Conchi said.

"You look nice in that, auntie. I like seeing you undressed."

Conchi folded her arms under her breasts. "My robe covers me," she said rather haughtily.

"Sure it does," Keith agreed, "but you're naked under it."

"I will show you when you are ready to start-why don't you undress?"

Keith took his time. At last he pushed his shorts down so he was nude. His cock hung down, resting against his balls.

"Don't tell me," Conchi said, laughing. "It can't be true!"

"What can't?" Keith asked.

"Your penis is soft!"

Keith postured in front of his aunt. "Get your brandy glass ready, auntie, and don't worry about my cock. It had a great workout last week!"

Conchi went to the bar for her brandy glass and bottle. She placed them on the' coffee table and sat down on the couch. With her freedom assured for awhile she unzipped the long robe and pulled it open. As Keith had guessed, she was naked today. No bra. No panty. The sensual view unobstructed.

The effect on Keith was almost instant. His prick stiffened and almost at once he began to finger it. He said, "Let's see your cunt if you want me to come quickly."

Conchi braced herself against the back of the couch, raised her hips and opened her legs. For a woman of fifty the action came easily. Keith jerked faster on his prick as his eyes devoured the cunt he was at last going to fuck. How he lusted for it!

Keith let go of his cock and cried, "I'm coming, auntie!"

Conchi bent the belly hugger downward and capped it with her little glass. Keith's sperm-laden come shot from his prick and Conchi milked it to the last before she poured brandy into the glass. She swirled the mixture around in the bowl shaped container.

"You are different today, Keith." Conchi gulped the mixture of brandy and semen down. "You haven't said you wanted intercourse with me."

"Why should I? I fucked two girls last week."

Conchi's robe was still open, revealing her gorgeous tits and the brown hair on her twat. "I am glad," she said. "Now you won't pester me."

"Maybe I won't have to," Keith said.

Conchi poured another shot of brandy into her glass. "What does that mean?" she asked, replacing the bottle on the table.

"I'll get dressed," Keith said.

The chimes sounded and Conchi said, "Oh, dear-that must be Eno. He said he would fix the lock on my door."

I'll fix your lock, Keith thought. As his aunt went to the foyer Keith drew the white capsule from a pocket in his slacks which he had just finished putting on. He broke the capsule open and poured the contents into Conchi's glass of brandy. He stirred it with his finger. That should do the trick, he thought.

Conchi returned as he was putting on his shirt. She was alone and now his excitement was hard to hide.

"I asked Eno to return later," she said. "Isn't it time for you to go?"

"I'll go, auntie," Keith said docilely. But he didn't move. He stood in fascinated silence as Conchi picked up the drugged brandy and swallowed the contents of the little glass.

"Thank you, Keith," Conchi said and her voice was almost a whisper. "Thank you for not… "

The rest of the sentence was never finished. Conchi went limp and Keith caught her and eased her body to the floor. When he had her laid out on her back with her blue robe wide open he felt a pang of regret. He knelt by his aunt's side. He slapped the rounded curves of her cheeks slightly.