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.
'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!
Chapter 18
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.
