Conchi waited only a moment before she lay back on the divan, raised her hips, and pushed the black panties down to uncover the erotic triangle of curly brown hair on her belly.
"Cunt!" Keith said excitedly. "Show me the cunt!
"Cunto! Cunto! Cunto!" Keith said as Conchi spread her legs and raised her hips as high as she could. Keith moved as if to plunge his rod into the beautiful sight that now made him crazy with passion. But Conchi lowered her hips and sat up.
"Cunto! Cunto! Cunto!" Keith said sharply as he stroked his cock in time to the words. Keith groaned. "Now! Now!"
Conchi reached quickly for her empty glass and capped the head of Keith's prick with it. The prick began to throb and she watched eagerly as her nephew's cream spurted into the glass.
"Milk it, honey." Conchi watched as Keith's fingers stripped the last drop from his penis. "Good boy," she said, placing the glass-come container on the table so she could put on her robe.
Conchi took the bottle of brandy and filled the glass. The come floated on top like cream on an Angel's Tip. She swallowed the contents and said, "Thank you, Keith."
"Let me see you once more," Keith said.
Conchi pulled her robe open and stood naked in his sight. He looked at the triangle of hair almost goggle-eyed. And his hanging penis began to stir.
"You are all man, Keith," Conchi said as she watched her nephew's prick in its erotic swelling.
"Auntie," Keith said as his prick now projected on a line with her cunt, "why can't I fuck you?"
"The first and best reason is you are my nephew."
"Nephews have fucked aunts before."
"And the second is that I don't want to be."
"Well, I want to," Keith said.
"I know you do, Keith," Conchi said. "You have told me that ever since you agreed to give me your sperm on New Year's Eve."
"Now it's April," Keith said, "and for four months you've been drinking my come in a glass of brandy. Why don't you suck my cock and get it fresh?"
"I tried fresh come, as you call it, and it has a nasty taste. That is why I mix yours with brandy, Keith." Conchi poured a bit of brandy into her glass.
"So you sucked a cock before?"
Conchi sipped her brandy. "Once, Keith. Only once, long ago. I can do without it, thank you."
"I want to fuck you, auntie. I really do. So if you don't let me I'll just refuse to come in your glass."
"Keith," Conchi said, "I give you twenty-five dollars every week for only one shot of your sperm. So why don't you use the money to take out a girl?"
"I'd rather fuck you-you keep the twenty-five."
"Impossible!"
Keith put his hand on his aunt's arm. "Auntie, the dogs I know aren't worth it and the ones I like are too tall."
"There are some tall girls who like to go out with short men."
"I know," Keith said, taking his hand from his aunt's arm, "but it would be embarrassing to me."
"Well, don't go out then! Have an in-date with one of them. There must be a tall girl somewhere who will have intercourse with you for twenty-five dollars."
"Where?" Keith asked.
"Wait. Perhaps I know such a girl-a girl who will not only let you into her apartment but also into her silk panties."
Keith hugged his aunt. "Oh, could you, auntie?"
"Don't spill my drink, Keith. Besides you are too close to me." Conchi pushed her nephew away and pulled her robe together. "Don't get your hopes up, Keith. All I can do is try."
Keith kissed his aunt on both her healthy-looking cheeks. "If you do, auntie, I'll come for you for nothing!"
Conchi laughed. "I don't want your charity, Keith. All I want is your fine young semen."
Keith sighed. "You know, auntie, you make me horny. I could come again, if you'd let me screw you." Keith held onto his semi-stiff rod and stepped toward his aunt.
"Don't you dare, Keith!" Conchi sat down on the divan for a measure of safety.
"Damn it-it won't hurt you to let me fuck you!"
"Oh my God, Keith, why do you keep saying that?" Conchi drank the little brandy left in her glass and placed it on the table.
"Because I want to fuck a woman, that's why,"
"Please get it out of your head, Keith, because you never will do that to me."
"No?" Keith said.
"Go get dressed, Keith. I don't like your dirty talk when there is no sex involved."
Keith obeyed but when he returned he still had sex on his mind. He put his right hand on the back of the divan and cuddled his aunt's breast with his left.
Conchi pushed Keith's hand away. "I don't need to be felt, Keith, especially my breasts. It does nothing for me and may only serve to arouse you again."
Keith stood straight and grabbed the material of his slacks so the bulge in them could be seen. "Damn it, auntie, your body makes me hot all over!"
"That is a shame, Keith."
"Now don't get mad, auntie."
"I am not mad, Keith, but I do wish you would get some girl to feel."
Keith sat down beside his aunt. "I can't auntie. I'm really shy when it comes to making out with girls-so let me fuck you."
"Why don't you go home, Keith? Your mother will be worrying about you."
"Not my mother! She never worries about anything unless it's one of her pet hobbies like the Red Cross."
"Don't you say mean things about your mother."
"Mother's all right," Keith said. "Only she's frigid."
Conchi poured a little more brandy into her glass. "None of the Thornes was ever sexy, Keith."
"I don't mean frigid that way. She and Dad must fuck! I mean she's frigid like an icy personality."
"She loves you."
"Yeah. She gives me a peck on the cheek now and then, but no love and no affection."
"I thought you two were close," Conchi said, taking a sip of her brandy.
"We aren't, and if you drink more of that brandy you'll get drunk-so drunk, I hope, that I'll be able to fuck you."
"Why don't you go home?"
"Because I want to fuck you!"
"Go!" Conchi said.
"Okay, okay-but where's my twenty-five?"
Conchi finished her brandy and stood up. "If you would stop using those filthy words and have some clean thoughts I would remember to pay you for your sperm."
While his aunt went for the money Keith put on his light jacket. He picked up the photos from the table and shuffled through them. His cock tightened beneath his slacks. Aloud he said, "Cunt! Cunt! Cunt!"
He didn't hear his aunt come up behind him. "Don't praise me, Keith. Here's your money."
Keith took the money and kissed his aunt. "Goodbye, auntie," he said. He walked to the door and opened it. He turned to face his aunt. "If you change your mind, auntie, and want to feel a prick in your cherry cunt, call me."
"Scat!" Conchi said. "My cherry, as you call it, goes to my grave with me."
Keith laughed. "Want to bet?" he asked.
Chapter 2
If you were to ask Frank Kazarra what he thought about the building, ten to one he'd say "Magnifico!"
But he's biased! He not only owns it, he also built it.
The six-story edifice is on the corner of Classic Place and Manor Avenue. It is officially called The Kazarra Apartments but the tenants refer to it as The Apartment. It is a luxury dwelling halfway between the University and the main part of town.
The ground floor is given over to little shops where transients and tenants can buy drugs, liquor, and newspapers. A boutique sells fashionable clothing and gifts for women, while a restaurant caters to the stomach of almost anyone who enters the place.
The five stories above the swank entrance consists of three apartments each. The A apartments having two bedrooms while the B and C's have only one. There are neither kids nor real senior citizens in any of these fine apartments. The rents are high, of course, but each accommodation has more than generous floor space and features a bar in the living room and a bidet in the bathroom.