toward Phyllis. But he wasn't about to use his rod. Phyllis pushed his head down on top of her baby. 'Suck it,' she said.
Keith knelt down and Phyllis said, 'Oh!' as his tongue slid over her large clit. 'I told you I could help you, boy,' she said.
Keith pulled his mouth away from Phyllis' baby long enough to say, 'Every fuck helps!'
'Keep sucking, boy,' Phyllis said. 'The fucking comes later.'
And when it did she thought about Frank. If she lost him she could easily turn Keith into a real man-and why not start now?
Chapter 21
TWA Flight 614 was two hours out of New York enroute to the city of love: Paris. It had rushed swiftly into the night and all was quiet in the first class section. First class was only half filled with passengers. Both the seats opposite Frank and Conchi were empty.
Frank, sitting on the aisle seat, let his hand rest on Conchi's thigh. 'I'm not too hard on you, am I?' he asked.
Conchi placed her hand over his and squeezed it lightly. 'Of course not. I want you to fuck me again and again, Frank.'
The word 'fuck' coming from her own mouth seemed strange indeed. It was as if she were another person, not Conchi Thorne, the virgin. And I am another person, she thought; a better person.
In one short tempestuous twenty-four hour period Frank's lust had changed her from a reluctant virgin into a hearty, lusty female.
'How long until Paris?' she asked.
'Three hours,' Frank said. 'Maybe a little more.'
Conchi smiled mischievously. 'We have to wait, don't we?' She put her hand on Frank's slacks where the bulge of his big cock was a temptation.
'Have you ever been screwed on a Paris-bound plane?'
'You know better than that!'
Frank laughed. He liked this blonde. He liked her for herself alone, but in addition she was hot and crazy for prick. He could understand that, but how in hell had she kept her cunt to herself all those years? That was hard to understand.
'Did you ever fuck on a plane?' Conchi asked, the dirty word coming so easily from her mouth.
'I never did,' Frank said, 'but I've never been with a hot blonde like you before.'
Conchi's hand tightened over Frank's prick. 'Three hours is a long time to wait for this.'
Frank leaned forward and pushed the button for the stewardess. When she came he asked for a blanket. 'It seems to be a little chilly.'
The stewardess smiled. 'Certainly,' she said. She'd brought blankets to passengers before and had seen the action going on beneath it when she passed by.
'Here's one for each of you,' she said when she returned.
Frank smiled at the girl. 'Thank you,' he said. He unfolded a blanket and placed it over Conchi's seat. He placed a blanket over his lap and a hand under Conchi's blanket. He was surprised and delighted to find that she had already hoisted her skirt so her thighs were bare. Her cunt was moist to his touch and he said, 'Let's do what we can now. We'll do better when we get to Paris.'
Conchi leaned over to kiss Frank. She whispered in his ear, 'Have you ever fucked a woman on a bidet?'
With his free hand Frank patted Conchi's healthy and glowing cheeks. 'What a woman you are!'
All seemed quiet back at the Kazarra Apartment building.
Gab Monthor had completed his daily visit to the Classman twins and was leaving their apartment to return to his own. He had decided that he needed a good night's rest. In the hall his thought was of Conchi. What had happened to the blonde woman in the apartment on the sixth floor? Eno hadn't spoken to him except to say hello. On sudden impulse he decided to walk up to Conchi's apartment. His lust for the day had been well satiated by the blonde twins, but on remembering the sexual flood he had experienced on seeing that blonde woman naked on the floor, ready for his cock, he wanted to see her again.
He tried the door to Conchi Thorne's apartment. Eno had at last fixed the lock, at the stern bidding of Frank. Gab pushed the button that activated the chimes. There was no answer. He rang again and then became aware of the red-haired girl standing in the doorway of another apartment.
'Are you looking for Conchi Thorne?' she asked Gab.
Gab faced Bettina Werp. He had seen her before and with lustful eyes had noted the fine shape she was in. 'You're Miss Werp?' he said.
'How did you know?' Bettina asked, smiling.
'One gets around, I'm Gab Monthor. Dr. Monthor.'
'Yes, I know. I've seen you too.'
'I was calling on Miss Thorne,' Gab explained his presence on the sixth floor.
'Conchi has gone to Paris with Frank Kazarra.'
'When did that happen?' Gab asked.
'Quickly.'
Bettina looked frankly at Gab. 'Maybe I can help you,' she said.
Gab also didn't want this interlude to end. Bettina was wearing a leotard that clung to her body like her own skin. All things were nicely outlined and Gab liked what he was seeing. Bettina continued to stand there, showing it all off, not moving, not trying to hide what she had. Her red hair seemed to grow under the soft lights in the hallway.
'If you are a friend of Conchi's then you're a friend of mine,' Bettina said. 'Would you like to come in and visit?'
Gab nodded and walked through the doorway. As he passed close to the red head he smelled her perfume. She was a desirable woman and would be a nice change from the blonde twins. The perfume was nice to Gab's prick: it was stirring below in the blackman's pants.
Bettina closed and bolted the door. She came toward Gab with a tantalizing smile on her red lips. 'Let's get acquainted, shall we?' she said with a lustful look in her dark blue eyes.
Below, in his basement apartment, Eno Yaw was talking to his cock. 'Sure did like that blonde, Yam; didn't you?'
The prick didn't answer so Eno said a name out loud. 'Joyce.' The prick moved as the old man said the name as lustfully as he could. He was a dirty old man and he thought of the coming Saturday when Joyce would come to visit him.
One hundred dollars was a high price to pay for the favors of a teenybopper, but hell, she was going to let him fuck her in the ass!
