'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!'
'Why why didn't you say so, man?'
'She's in trouble, doc!'
'Go back to your elevator,' Gab said. 'I'll take a look.'
He walked rapidly to the exit and went up the stairs two at a time. He pushed the door open and almost ran to where Conchi lay on the floor. He squatted down and felt her pulse. He opened one eyelid.
'Drugged,' he said to himself. He diagnosed the case as one that time alone would heal. And having reached his verdict he let pleasure flood him as he looked at Conchi with unprofessional admiration. At last he realized that he was alone in the room with the belle of the apartment house-and she was all laid out, ready to be fucked!
'Well, damn my black soul,' he said aloud. 'He screwed her and ran down to get me.'
Gab knelt down between the fine legs and felt the hair on the pubic region. He thumbed the fat lips apart to watch the semen ooze from the vaginal passage. He saw the flecks of blood on the twat. Can't be, he mused. He examined the cunt more closely.
'Well, damn my black soul!' Gab said, 'There isn't enough blood to say the old bastard punctured her-so she must have been a virgin!'
With quick decision Gab rose and went to the foyer. He closed the door, making sure the faulty lock caught. His cock was on its way up so he took it from his slacks and walked with it in his hand back to Conchi.
'Man,' he said to himself, 'you're a lucky stiff!'
Gab knelt down again between Conchi's legs. He talked to her. 'Woman, you are about to get a black cock shoved right into your guts!'
His hard prick made an easy entrance into Conchi's Yam-ravaged cunt. Gab placed his body on top of Conchi's and without using his hands he pushed his long prick against her cunt. He felt the deliciousness of penetration as all eight inches of the shaft responded to the pressure of Gab's hips. He could feel the head pushing against the wall of the pocket below the uterus.
With slow and measured movements Gab's prick fucked the red-lined hole that had never felt a cock in it. Now Gab didn't use his very precious talent of being able to hold back his orgasm. He fucked Conchi with pleasurable relish. He had dreamed his dream again and again with no hope that one day it would come true.
Soon he began to feel the contractions that would propel his sperm into Conchi's unmoving box which, until only a very short time ago, had been as clean as a washed cherry.
Gab began grunting like a pig until his heavy breathing changed the grunts into one big word: 'Bitch!' he said as his fluid poured out against the cavity wall.
'Bitch!' he said again. But this time he said it lovingly. He moved so he could plant his lips on Conchi's. He put his tongue into her slack mouth and let some of his saliva wet the dryness inside. He continued to tongue Conchi's mouth with enough French kisses to float her tongue. In instant thought he knew he had to get out of the apartment. There was a chance she might become conscious; then all hell would break loose for him.
Gab wiped his softening cock on Conchi's blue robe and left the apartment. Eno, with the elevator door open, was waiting for him. 'How is she, doc?' he asked.
Gab entered the elevator. 'She'll be all right. Don't worry. I put her to bed,' Gab lied. He looked Eno square in the eyes. 'She's been drugged,' he said.
'Drugged?' Eno said.
'Yes, drugged,' Gab said. 'And I found traces of semen on her vulva; blood too. Did you screw Miss Thorne, Eno?'
'Not me,' Eno said too quickly. 'Not me! I only felt her pulse and then skiddled down after you!'
'Really?'
'I didn't fuck her!' Eno lied.
