Conchi took a small glass and a bottle of Spanish brandy from the back bar. She walked to the divan and said, "Get up, Keith. Go into the bedroom and strip."

Keith finished his drink and placed the glass on the table. "What's the hurry?" he asked.

"I have a graduate seminar at one-thirty."

"Screw the seminar," Keith said as he got up.

"Such language, Keith! Shame on you."

Without a word in reply Keith went to the bedroom.

Conchi placed the glass and brandy on the table and "sat down on the divan. Listening to the soft music she thought about her nephew.

Keith Broys was only eighteen years old. A small guy weighing a mere 130 pounds. Like his aunt he had brown hair which he kept trimmed well enough to please a barber. His brown eyes always looked directly at the person he spoke to. He was attractive, well-dressed, and popular. And as a freshman at the university he kept up his studies with the best students. But he had the biggest hang-up ever: Girls!

But Keith was too shy to ever bring himself to go beyond the stage of mere socializing with them. Yet he had an enormous desire to put his large cock into some girl's cunt.

Thus he concentrated on his aunt, trying to break her stout resistance so he could at last use his cock in a way other than by jerking it off.

Conchi poured herself a little of the excellent brandy and sat back holding the glass cupped in her hand. "Keith?" she called.

"Okay, auntie," Keith said. "Be with you in a minute."

Conchi sipped the brandy and puzzled the fact that her nephew's naked body had never aroused her sexually. It was strange, because no man's body had ever made her sexually responsive. She was not a lesbian-nor a masturbator. Yet she was sensual to a high degree. But there it stopped.

"Keith?" she called, thinking that someday a man's cock might find its way into the soft folds of her cunt-but never Keith's.