"Bawdy-House Mother" - читать интересную книгу автора (Richard Fred N.)

Chapter 4

About the same time the Classman twins were being fucked by the black rod of Gab Monthor, the virgin in 6-B left her apartment and knocked on the door to 6-C.

A red-haired girl wearing only a one-piece black leotard opened the door. "Hi, Conchi!" she said. "Ready for your lesson?"

"Yes, of course," Conchi said as she entered the apartment. She turned to the girl who had followed her into the room. "When I see your body, Tina, I feel ashamed that I ever thought of belly dancing."

"You have a wonderful body, Conchi," the redhead said, "and belly dancing is one way to make it more exciting to men."

"It and I don't see eye to eye," Conchi said.

The redhead laughed pleasantly. "Mercy, mercy," she said. "To hear you talk makes me believe you don't agree with sex."

"I don't, Tina."

"But men!" the girl said. "How can you do without men?"

"Easy-oh, I like them, but only socially. No other way."

"Haven't you ever?" the girl asked.

"Not ever," Conchi said.

Tina's blue eyes were almost black as she looked at Conchi with amazement. "Why you poor dear! It is the best thing in the world to get!"

"Do you really like it, Tina?"

"Conchi," the redhead said as she placed a hand on her pupil's shoulder, "intercourse is the only thing in this world that can be a real pleasure."

"What you just said makes it easier for me to talk to you."

"About what, for mercy's sake?"

"I have a problem, Tina, and I have to talk to someone about it."

"Then let's talk-let's talk like real friends, Conchi."

Conchi smiled her relief and placed a hand over that of the girl's on her shoulder. "I would rather wait until later."

"All right, Conchi; we'll dance and then talk."

Bettina Werp was the owner of a large and successful business downtown. She was a professional dancer who had given up stage and television work for a place of her own. Next to sex, dancing was her main thing. Conchi Thorne and a few other women came to her apartment for lessons; the rest went to her well-furnished and spacious studio where she taught all kinds of dancing.

The room the two were in had been changed into a small studio with mirrored walls and dancers' bars. It had started out as a place for Tina to practice. When Conchi and a few other women wanted lessons closer to home, Tina had been a good sport and agreed to teach them in her apartment.

Tina slipped her hand from under Conchi's and said, "Let me start some music on the stereo so we'll get in the mood, yes?"

Conchi smiled. "Why not? I'm here to dance."

"Good," Tina said as she placed some records on the automatic changer. "And let's slip into the right costume tonight, shall we?"

"But Tina," Conchi began.

"What's under your robe?" Tina asked.

Conchi opened her robe to reveal herself dressed in a halter top and a long skirt. Her midriff was bare. "Like it?" she said.

Tina smiled. "Not bad, but let me show you a real belly dancer's outfit."

"What is the matter with mine?" Conchi asked.

"Mercy, nothing! But half the fun is wearing the right costume."

Tina stepped behind a screen for a moment and returned with some filmy material. Without any show of embarrassment she removed her splendid body from the one-piece leotard in front of Conchi. Her dancer's legs were firm and shapely without any presence of muscle. A patch of almost copper-colored hair was on her smooth belly. And her breasts stood out, pointing their red-tipped nipples right at Conchi.

As Conchi watched, Tina slipped into a G-string that supported a long transparent skirt of filmy material. Then she confined her superb breasts within the cups of a jeweled bra made especially for her.

As she swirled in front of Conchi, Tina said, "How about this kind of costume?"

"It is lovely," Conchi said.

"I'll get one for you." Tina went behind the screen again and returned with bra and G-string skirt. She handed the theatrical vestment to Conchi. "Put it on-you'll dance better."

"Why not?" Conchi began to undress, the idea of stripping nude in front of Tina become sensually exciting to her. Or perhaps it was the music that was filling the room with its savory beats.

The two had always been informal with each other but had never before exposed their lovely bodies when together. Conchi became aware of Tina's dark blue eyes on her as she unfastened the halter to free her quivering breasts.

"Beauties," Tina said.

Conchi nodded in agreement before slipping out of her long skirt and the briefs she wore beneath it.

"You're sexy," Tina said. She moved closer to Conchi and did something that no woman had ever done before. Her hand moved slowly toward Conchi's naked breasts and felt one, squeezing it.

Conchi was amazed into stillness. And remained so as Tina's fingers glided downward over her belly, coming to rest on her curly brown cunt hair. Tina slid her fingers into the mass and pulled on the hair gently.

"Really great," Tina said. "But don't be afraid of me. Mercy no!"

Conchi smiled. How could she be annoyed with this girl who could become the teacher to her nephew's sex education? "I don't mind, really," she said.

"Don't, for mercy sake, get me wrong-I'm not a lesbian. I was just admiring. But, holy cow-how have you managed to stay away from men this long?"

"It hasn't been easy, Tina."

"I'll bet. Now get into your costume and we'll go to work."

Conchi dressed in the bra and G-string skirt. She asked. "What do we do tonight, Tina?"

Tina looked with approval at Conchi. "Let's limber up first before we shake our bellies." It was surprising how well Conchi's body responded to the twists, bends, and contortions that preceded her belly dancing lesson. For her age, she was superb. Her hips rolled and vibrated while her breasts swung from side to side. She was without a doubt becoming adept at this belly dancing craze.

But it was Bettina who gave a performance that equaled the best of the best belly dancing in the whole wide world. She could oscillate her cunt so fast that it moved from side to side six times a second! No man could watch her whispering twat without wondering what it could do to his eager cock.

Both Conchi and Tina were breathless when the lesson ended.

"I must live in a freak pit," Conchi said, "to take lessons like this."

"Mercy," Tina replied. "You will see how much this does for your body. It will stimulate you, make your skin fresh and beautiful."

"I have noticed my complexion," Conchi said. "It is becoming more healthy."

"See?" Tina said. "I told you belly dancing will improve what you have."

"Perhaps it does," Conchi said. "But I have a very special 'diet' that I follow. It is one that improves the flesh."

"Really?" Tina said. "Don't tell me what it is. I don't like diets."

"There is," Conchi said, smiling, "the possibility that you already are on that diet."

"Mercy," Tina said, moving her red head from side to side. "I need no diet to keep me in perfect health. I dance my way to physical fitness."

"Good for you," Conchi said.

"How about a drink-then we can talk about your problem?"

"I would like that," Conchi said.

While Tina went to prepare the drinks, Conchi took off the jeweled bra and G-string skirt. She put on her own halter and skirt and slipped on her robe. She sat down in a comfortable chair to await Tina's return.

When Tina did return with the drinks, she was dressed in black slacks and a white blouse. She handed a glass to Conchi and sat down opposite her friend. "What is the problem you want to discuss?" she asked directly.

Conchi hesitated. "Tina, it is hard for me to tell you, but I did promise I would talk to someone."

"About what?" Tina asked. She sipped her Martini and watched Conchi.

Conchi was embarrassed. "My nephew needs help."

"Is your Martini okay?" Tina asked.

"Yes."

"Is he the young man who comes to see you?"

"Then you have seen him!"

"Of course. I thought he was your boyfriend."

"My God, at my age!"

"I didn't know you lived like a nun," Tina said. "He is an attractive boy."

Conchi nodded. "Keith is young, Tina, but he's so-so virile. He is a male and his mind is only on one thing-sex."

"What's better?" Tina asked.

"Well, Keith's mind is on sex all the time- even though he has never had a girl."

"I just can't believe it," Tina said. "A good-looking boy like him should have little trouble getting a girl to screw-say, do virgins run in your family?"

"No, about the virgins." Conchi laughed, then said, "That is the trouble, Tina, he is very shy-very, very shy."

Tina smiled in disbelief. "That's silly, Conchi. Girls today like sex too much to make a man feel shy."

"Perhaps, but that is how Keith is-shy."

Conchi sipped her drink and listened to Tina say, "Mercy-such a nice boy, too."

"In all seriousness-and in strict confidence-he wants me."

"You mean he wants to screw you?"

"Yes."

Both women sipped their Martinis before Tina said, "Why don't you let him?"

"He's my nephew!"

"Sure he is," Tina said. "So what? Today it's fashionable for relatives to screw one another."

"Perhaps it is so," Conchi said, "but I do not want to be-to be screwed, as you call it, by anyone."

"What a shame!" Tina said. Then laughed. "I'll bet that you want me to become his teacher!"

"Would you, Tina?" Conchi said eagerly.

Bettina laughed again. "Why not? I enjoy sex as well as any man, and lots better than most women."

"You have just taken a load off my mind!" Conchi said.

"Want another drink?" Tina asked after she finished hers.

"Yes," Conchi said.

When Tina returned with the drinks she said, "The idea of being a sex educator to a young and good-looking guy turns me on."

Conchi took the offered drink from Tina and said, "I feel so much better. I had the fear you would resent my asking for help."

Tina sat down and asked, "How is your nephew hung?"

"I don't know," Conchi lied. She swallowed some of her drink to cover a small feeling of embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter, really," Tina said. "He'll most likely have the usual six inches and all I'll have to do is teach him how to use it."

"That is what Keith will like," Conchi said, "and best of all, he will have no more need to pester me for it."

"Don't you feel any desire to be screwed at all?" Bettina looked closely at Conchi.

"None-and I never have."

"That's odd," Tina said. "I'd swear all girls not only feel the need but want a cock for the terrific pleasure it can give."

"I wouldn't know about that," Conchi said. "At fifty I have no worries nor wants where sex is concerned."

"Well I'll be damned!" Tina said. She laughed. "You sure must live in that freak pit you mentioned."

"Maybe." Conchi sipped her Martini then said: "What one never has is never missed."

"How true!" Tina agreed. "But you don't know what you're missing!"

"Will you teach Keith?" Conchi asked.

"Will I?" Tina finished her drink. "You can bet on it, Conchi."

Conchi finished her Martini. "You don't know what a relief it will be not to hear Keith beg for it."

Bettina stood up. "You mean you have been worked up over that?"

"Yes." Conchi rose to her feet. "Very much so. So much, indeed, that I had the nerve to ask you for help."

Tina laughed. "Send him to me. I'll give him the complete course, bit by bit, and when I finish he'll know what sex is all about."

The two walked to the foyer where Conchi paused to say, "Is Friday night all right with you?"

"Fine," Tina said. "I'll be anxious to start getting your nephew on the road to sex."

Conchi kissed her friend. "God bless you, Tina, for helping me."

"Helping you?" Tina exclaimed as she returned Conchi's kiss. "I'm the one who will be helped. Imagine getting someone I can hand-raise on sexual intercourse!"

"He won't be looking for your hand, Tina," Conchi said wryly. "What he wants is between your legs."

"He'll get that too," Tina said. She opened the door to let Conchi out.

Conchi said, "I can never thank you enough, Tina."

"Don't thank me, Conchi. I intend to get more fun out of it than your nephew will."

"I doubt that," Conchi said.

As she opened the door to her own apartment she was certain that the door to 6-A was ajar. She went to sleep that night wondering about the widower who lived there. Kazarra was her landlord. She dreamt he had her tied upside down to a light fixture while he explored with his finger her virginal possession.