Fred Richard - Bawdy-House Mother

"Auntie, auntie," Keith said. "I didn't mean to do it-I didn't!"

Conchi's face turned pale as her pulse slowed down. She did not react to Keith's slaps. Nor did she stir. Keith said aloud, "God, I do want to fuck you, auntie!"

He began to caress the hair on Conchi's cunt, then pulled his hand away quickly. He spread his aunt's legs as wide as he could in lustful action. He didn't stop to undress but pulled his soft prick from his slacks and lay down between the opened legs so he could examine the cunt he wanted to fuck.

Conchi's pubic hair was thick and brown. With her legs spread so wide the thick lips of her cunt had parted, showing the virginal opening.

Keith lost all sense of time as he looked in fascination at the twat so neatly exposed. He was going to use it at last. He touched the place where the clitoris should be, for it was unseen in its robe of flesh. He placed the pad of his finger against the pouty meatus. Then he put the same finger against the vaginal opening and pushed it inside. It didn't feel so tight as he imagined-it would be. Pushing himself forward, he kissed as much of the cunt as he could. Then he mounted his aunt's unconscious body, ready at last to fuck lustfully at the virgin gate.

Keith felt under him. He grabbed at his cock and broke into a cold sweat. It was softer than butter!

"God damn it!" he cursed. With all his preparation he was limp as he laid on his aunt's body. The body was erotically positioned, ready for penetration, yet he remained as impotent as if he, himself, had taken the anesthetic!

In frustration he pushed Conchi's thighs farther apart and shoved his genitals against his aunt's pubic mound. He ground them painfully against her soft flesh, hoping he would get a hard on.

"I'm fucking you, auntie, I'm fucking you," he cried out.

But it was a lie. The enormity of what he had done was more powerful than his lust. He had tried to rape his aunt. He had drugged her into unconsciousness. He had opened her blue robe. And he had mounted her!

He had done everything, yet he failed to do what he so lustfully desired. Overcome by an increasing fear, he rose to his feet, pushed his useless cock into his slacks, and bolted from the apartment, leaving his aunt on the floor.

Keith raced down the stairwell like a criminal. He was scared-and he was a criminal!

Eno Yaw returned to the elevator where Herman Weeks, the morning operator, was waiting for him.

"Take me down," Eno said. "She ain't ready for me yet-'bout twenty minutes she says."

"You promised me I could go," Herman protested. "I gotta date!"

"You can wait till I'm finished with Miss Thorne. That lock of hers is in bad shape; needs real fixin."

"Come on, Eno, I gotta date!"

"Don't know how long it will take to fix," Eno said, "so you better call your date."

"What for?" Herman asked.

"Tell her you'll be late."

"Suck it, you old bastard," Herman said. He noticed the sly look on Eno's lips. "What are you grinning like a goat for? Gonna get in that blonde and mighty Miss Thorne?"

"It ain't likely, Herman," Eno said. "She's something very special-but that don't mean I couldn't want to fuck her!"

"What's making your lips smack then?" Herman asked.

"Can't tell yet, Herman," Eno said as the elevator reached the first floor. "She may be walking around half-naked!"

"Could be, Eno," Herman said.

Eno spent a half hour in his room thinking about the beautiful suck off his teeny-bopper had given him the past Saturday. She had worked on Yam like a professional; had licked him off like he was a lollypop. The hundred he had given her was worth it. Her lips had been soft and moist and she had swallowed Yam's come like it was a thing she was used to. Next Saturday, for another hundred, he was going to fuck her in the ass. He just hoped his money would hold out.

He returned to the elevator and Herman took him up to the sixth floor. Herman said, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Eno."

"Yeah," Eno replied. He went to Conchi's apartment, carrying the needed tools. Eno pushed the button of Apartment 6-B. There was no answer. He watched Herman close the elevator door and then pushed the button again. It was then he noticed that the door was not closed as it should be.

Pushing the door open Eno called, "Miss Thorne?" He walked through the foyer and saw Conchi Thorne lying on the floor by the sofa. He went to her promptly and knelt down by her side. He felt for her pulse like he had seen nurses do it on television. He couldn't find it. Eno rubbed Conchi's forehead. It felt cold to his touch. He pushed one of Conchi's eyelids up, but he was far from being a doctor and couldn't analyze what he saw. But what he could analyze was the almost naked body lying on the floor.

Eno hurried to the door and closed it so the lock snapped into place. He started back, then hesitated. He sure could get his ass into more trouble than a fly in a spider's web. But the thought of Conchi lying almost nude made Yam's shaft thicken. That was all Eno needed.

Eno hurried to Conchi's side. "Twould be a shame to waste it," he said softly. He walked to where Conchi's admirable legs were widely spread. "What a box!" he said in genuine admiration.

Eno knelt down again, this time between the spread legs. "God damn," he said, "she should be fucked!"

He couldn't resist fingering the cunt he had longed to screw for too many months. He was tense with excitement; yet the fear of being caught hovered in the background of his mind.

The fingering of the full-lipped twat had served to stiffen Yam, making him ready for action. He pulled his fat prick from his pants and said, "How'd you like to fuck that pussy, Yam?"

Eno cast all discretion behind him and laid down upon the lovely inert body of Conchi Thorne. He fumbled around until he had his cock lined up with the cunt, then he whammed his Yam into it with all the pleasure a man feels when his prick is sucked by a girl with an oblong mouth.

Eno was in heaven. He pushed his nine inch prick into Conchi's twat and pulled it out again. He diddled and diddled and diddled and found pleasure in fucking the queen of the building. But almost too quickly he felt the mysterious prickling that was the signal that an ejaculation was on its way up the shaft.

Now Eno couldn't control himself. He spoke to his prick. "Attaboy, Yam! Give it to her!"

Eno pumped and continued, "Shoot your load right up her hole so she can taste it!"

He felt Yam throbbing in the fleshy cave as his semen went forth to sully what had only minutes before been a holy sexual paradise.

But seconds later fear took over. Thoughts came. Yam was forgotten. What if she should die? What if they catch me?

Eno rose with alacrity; the same kind Keith had shown when he felt remorseful about drugging his aunt. It was then that Eno saw the blood. There wasn't much of it, but it was blood. It was on Yam; it was on the cunt Yam had just fucked. "Oh, my god!" Eno exclaimed. "Yam's ruptured her!"

Eno shoved Yam back into his pants and went hastily down the three flights of stairs to Apartment 3-C. He knocked on the door. Doris Classman opened it.

"Why, Eno," Doris said. "What is-the matter with you? You're white as a ghost!"

"Is the doc in? Is he here?" Eno blurted out.

"Gab?" Doris said. "Why yes he's here. I'll call him."

Doris left Eno standing by the door and called, "Gab-somebody wants to see you. It's Eno."

Gabriel Monthor came to the door. "Christ," he said, "you look awful, Eno!"

Eno motioned Gab to come out into the hall. "I went up to Miss Thorne's apartment-she's in trouble!"

"Take it easy," Gab said. "What kind of trouble?"

"She's lying on the floor!"

"So?"

"She's on the floor unconscious, doc!"