'I'll bet you didn't,' Gab said sarcastically.
'I wouldn't touch that nice woman,' Gab said.
Eno opened the elevator door on the third floor. Gab said, 'It will be better if you don't mention this to anyone, understand?'
'Long's you say she's okay,' Eno said, 'I'll just keep my mouth shut.'
Gab patted Eno on the shoulder. 'I still think you screwed Miss Thorne, Eno.'
'How'd I know you didn't, doc?'
'You don't anymore than I know you did.' Gab stepped out of the elevator. He said, 'She certainly made a man feel like screwing her.'
'Ain't that the truth, doc?'
Chapter 19
Frank Kazarra carried his bag to the lot where his Cadillac was parked. It was dusty from exposure during the days Frank had been in Los Angeles.
The flight back had seemed long, but Frank felt little fatigue. He had closed an exciting deal that could net him close to two hundred thousand after taxes.
Some years before he had gone in with other developers on a Laguna Beach condominium project, which was now paying off handsomely. Frank now felt that he and work could part company. He had gained enough to take it easy from here on in. He could travel, play golf, and screw. The last made Frank restless. He had reached the age when a bachelor should settle down with a woman who could make him feel pleasant all the time.
He had had his share of women but the lust for sex was not a pressure at fifty as it had been at twenty-five. He liked to fuck and he did. But he wanted a change from Phyllis Reger and Holly Martin, despite the black girl's expertise and the fact that he had fucked his secretary in the ass.
It had surprised Frank how often the image of Conchi Thorne entered his mind. His encounter with her just before his trip to L.A. was no doubt the cause. What a woman, he thought.
Conchi had been his tenant now for several years, yet never before had he thought of her in the way his sense of lust was now at work. The call he had made to her apartment had placed the Thorne woman in a new light.
She had been embarrassed when he saw her half naked in that filmy robe. It turned Frank on to think about Conchi's embarrassment; and he was intrigued by the nude photos of herself in the living room. What the hell would she have them for? he thought.
Frank knew Conchi was a professor, an intellectual, but by god she had shown herself to be a woman for all that. So what if she was his age? There hadn't been any sag in the flesh she had shown him, unwillingly. She could give him all a young girl could; and then something more precious besides.
It was these thoughts on his ride back to the city that made him want to see Conchi again. He decided to call on her as soon as he put his bag in his own apartment. His excuse would be to check to see if the electrician had done a good job. He hoped in his lust-filled mind that she would be dressed in her filmy robe.
It was afternoon when Frank reached the apartment building. Eno was in the elevator, looking somewhat sickly. 'Hi, Eno,' Frank said. 'Don't you feel good?'
Eno mumbled a greeting. He was still numb from his exciting encounter with Conchi Thorne.
'Et something don't agree with me. You goin all the way up, Mr. Kazarra?' Eno asked.
'Yes. To the apartment,' Frank said.
Eno closed the door and sent the car up. 'Seen Miss Thorne lately?' Frank asked.
'Ain't seen her today,' Eno lied. He let Frank out on the sixth floor and hurried the elevator down. He had many prickles in his stomach because he had been a nasty old man.
Frank dropped his bag in his apartment before crossing the hall to Apartment 6-B. He pushed the button; then pushed it again. There was no response. Damn! he thought. He was excited. He wanted to see Conchi again- now.
It was then he noticed the door was not shut tightly. He pushed it open quietly and stepped inside the foyer. He closed the door and moved so he could see into the large room. Conchi was lying on the floor, spread eagled, naked, and still unmoving.
'Christ!' Frank said. His first thought was that somebody had murdered her. But there was neither weapon nor blood.
'Conchi!' he called sharply.
His second thought came quickly and it was pure lust. He had seen part of Conchi before; now he was getting the full treatment. His lustful gaze roamed from the serenity of her beautiful face to the suckable breasts; then on down to the swell of her belly where the triangle of pubic hair was the invitation flaunted in the spread out nakedness of the thighs.
Frank knelt down between Conchi's legs. He felt for her pulse but was too upset to pursue that instinctive action. He leaned forward and roughed her tits a little before he kissed each one. He knelt back so he could see the cunt. He was not an expert on seminal discharges, but it looked to him as if she had been fucked.
'Conchi? Miss Thorne?' he said. He saw the flecks of blood on the cunt lips and figured she had been screwed by a madman.
The absence of bruises or a weapon seemed to indicate that she had been fucked while out cold! Frank moved swiftly to the front door to see if it were closed. He was satisfied and started back to the invitation that lay on the floor. He was so hot now he unzipped his fly and pulled his stiff rod outside his slacks.
Driven by lust, Frank began to stroke the magnificent tits. He pressed his mouth against a nipple and sucked on it. But the urgency to fuck Conchi was now so great that any loveplay was to be avoided. Besides, she might wake up and he wanted to soak his big prick in her moist hole. And he was now going to take her with or without her consent!
He lay on her and guided his cock into her cunt. He put his arms around her and began, the sexual rhythm. This is all woman, he thought. His prick was a stiff tool, doing its work. He was conscious of the fact that he had to rush the job because she could wake up any second-and that was the second she did!
She was a drowsy looking dame as she said, 'It's you, Frank.'
'I want you, Conchi,' Frank said softly as he continued his thrusting. 'I can't stop!'
He wasn't sure what she'd do but if she screamed he would put his hand over her mouth until his juice shot hotly into her. But her cunt was not objecting to the way his cock was going into it. He kept shoving it in and hugging the blonde to his chest.
'I don't want you to… ' Conchi's voice drifted off into nothing.
He couldn't make out what she was saying in her little cries and moans. But he didn't need a dictionary to identify her physical reaction. Her entire body became a volcano of passion, as if she could make up in this one episode of lust all she had missed in her fifty virginal years.
Her cries increased in volume as she neared an orgasm; her belly pounded against Frank with an insatiable demand. The long, loud shriek told Frank his partner had reached her climax; and she shrieked again before Frank let his hot jet of, semen shoot into the ravaged cunt.
'Frank!' Conchi gasped. 'Why did you do this to me? Like this?' She didn't make sense. 'Why did you make me wait?'
'Conchi, girl,' Frank said lovingly, 'you'll never have to wait again.'
Conchi whispered, 'I guess I've been waiting all my life, and I didn't know it.'
It was obvious that Conchi Thorne was still under the effect of the drug. Neither she nor Frank knew that the drug could produce strange things, like the release of pent-up emotions and desires. She was now vitally conscious that she had had a male cock in her vagina, and she wanted more of it!
Frank began playing with Conchi's breasts, sucking each in turn, making the nipples harden. As he thus played with her his prick grew stiff.
'Don't go, Frank,' Conchi said. 'Don't go, ever!'
Frank's answer was to thrust his cock into Conchi's cunt for another go at sexual pleasure. 'I'm not going,' he
