Chapter 7

"Come on in," Tony Salerno said.

I stood in the doorway for just the briefest of seconds before I entered the apartment. I was rather surprised at the way he looked. I was expecting some kind of seedy, slobbering deviate or-toothless old man. But Tony Salerno was neither. He was a rather plain looking, almost handsome man, with dark eyes and long black hair. He was clean shaven, and wore a white shirt and black pants. About the only obvious thing wrong with him was that he was about fifteen or twenty pounds overweight. A little paunch hung out over his belt, making his body seem to lean forward.

"Come on in," he repeated when I hesitated. "I ain't going to hurt you-."

I smiled wordlessly at him and stepped into the apartment.

Again to my surprise, the apartment wasn't what I imagined. In the ride over in the cab, I had envisioned the apartment as dark and gloomy, filled with dirt and garbage, with drunks in the hallways and rats rummaging in garbage cans. My spirits lightened when I saw the cab turn down a quiet, tree-lined street of oneand two-family houses. It reminded me of my old neighborhood, and Tony Salerno seemed to remind me of the neighborhood butcher.

The apartment was clean and well lighted, with rugs on the floors and a welcome mat in front of the door. I expected to find lace doilies on the arms of the chairs and under ashtrays when he ushered me into the living room. I was only vaguely disappointed when they were not there.

"Did you have a nice trip over?" he asked. "Found the place right away?"

"Yes, thank you. The cab came directly here."

It was beginning to remind me of a social call rather than a sexual assignation. Perhaps I had misjudged him. Perhaps all he was, was a lonely, slightly overweight bachelor. He certainly didn't look like a lover.

"Jesf he said suddenly. "I'm sorry. Would you like a drink or something? I know it's early. Maybe a beer? Or coffee?"

"No, thank you," I said. I sat down on the sofa, quite properly, he sat across from me in one of the two armchairs in the living room.

We stared at each other in an awkward silence for a moment or two. I smiled at him, and he smiled back at me.

We both began to speak simultaneously. We laughed, then were silent again.

"What were you going to say?" I asked.

"I was just going to ask you what your name was," he said. "I forgot."

"Wendy. Wendy Allen."

Another silence.

I pushed myself. "Have you had much ... success with your ad?"

"Pretty good. Mostly couples. I have a girlfriend who likes to swing. We usually team up together and visit with married couples."

That made him sound less like a butcher.

"Decided to free-lance on your own?" I asked.

"No," he explained. "I've always done this. It's a good way to get to meet people. Women."

He seemed to be warming. At least he could carry on a conversation. There seemed to be a great deal more to Tony Salerno than met the eye. Perhaps he was a lover after all.

"I bet you get a lot of crank calls."

"Hundreds. But you got to expect that when you place an ad about sex. Mostly guys calling up. Sick guys who like to talk dirty and jerk off. Get some kind of kick out of it, I guess."

I remembered the call Mark had made to that man. He had been masturbating, Mark said.

"Then you get the queers," Tony continued. "Once they see that you're well hung, they're worse than hot virgins after your cock. I had this one queer call me up, begging to suck my cock. He even offered to pay me. I had to threaten to smack him around if he kept on calling, he got to be such a pain. He'd even call when I had women here! He'd beg to suck me off while I was eating the woman, or he'd ask to rim me while I was fucking her. He was a crazy son of a bitch."

My mouth fell open. I hadn't expected his personality to broaden so suddenly! Had I been so imperceptive in judging him?

Then I noticed that Tony was smiling, and I realized the everything-the house, the way he dressed, the innocence he projected-was nothing but a subtle sham! A way of relaxing his guests and catching them off guard. That way he could overwhelm them with his sexuality-for his conversion from naivete to raw sophistication was so sudden and unexpected that it knocked the wind out of you. It was good, well-thought-out psychology.

I smiled back at Tony Salerno. "Do you get many women to call?" I asked.

"Enough. Mostly just curious women. Women who don't believe the ad is real. Then you get young girls who get all hot over talking dirty. And you get the horny women who masturbate while they are talking to you. You get a lot of that."

I felt myself blushing. His grin broadened.

"Yeah. Mostly housewives home alone. They get tired with kids and cleaning and husbands who don't pay any attention to them any more. They sit around and talk to women all day. They watch soap operas. Then in the afternoon they start to get hot, so they usually masturbate. They think about sex, but they're afraid of doing anything about it. So they masturbate and fantasize."

I thought of Lynda.

"Sometimes they call me or men like me. They talk sexy, talk about sex. Tell how much they like to fuck and get fucked. How they love to suck cocks. But all the while, they're masturbating-fingering their cunts or shoving a dildo up themselves. They're so afraid to go any further than that."

"Not all women are like that," I said.

"No. Some of them will make the step to do something with their lives. But not as many as you think. For every ten obscene calls I get from women, maybe I get to see one in person."

"Obscene calls?" I asked. "Why do you say that?"

"What would you call it when a woman you never met before calls you up and asks you how big your cock is?"

I remembered my conversation from this morning. I had asked him that very question.

"Are the conversations really that bad?" I asked.

"I'll show you. I have this one woman who calls me up regularly. She won't come to visit me, but she will make obscene calls to me. She tells me right out that she's masturbating. She's even asked me to participate with her over the phone. You know, masturbate while she's doing it to herself. She tells me she has a couple of regular men she calls who'll accommodate her that way. Jerking off over the telephone! How sterile can sex get!"

Tony stood up. Automatically my eyes zeroed in on his crotch. I was looking for a hard-on.

"Come on inside," he said. "I'll show you what I mean."

I hesitated.

"You did come to get rucked, didn't you?" he said. "You shouldn't feel self-conscious about entering my bedroom. That's why you're here, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry. You're right." I stood up and followed Tony into his bedroom. The room was a revelation. It was different from the rest of the apartment. It was wild and modern, with a round black shag rug in the center of the room. The bed was also round, just barely smaller than the perimeter of the rug, and it was covered with a stark white, shaggy bedspread. The bed was further decorated with black-and-red throw pillows thrown carefully but selectively against the white background. The furniture was a rich dark walnut, and there was a bookcase set against one wall. An expensive stereo sat on one of the shelves. An orange-and-black-and-white nonobjective painting hung over the bed, and the chain lamps-round white globes of diffused light-hung from the ceiling.

The room was like Tony Salerno's personality, his alter ego-hidden secrets under an unassuming exterior.

"Nice," I heard myself say. I hadn't wanted to be surprised, but the reaction slipped out.

"Thank you," he said. He had his back toward me, and he was walking toward the stereo. I could tell, though, that he was pleased with my reaction. After all, the whole setup had been geared to provoke just such a reaction.

"Music?" I asked. I had noticed a comfortable-looking black leather chair with chrome arms and legs. I made my way to it and sat down, facing the stereo.

"Something better-a tape recording," he said. He switched the machine on. "Listen."

I sat back in the chair.

"Hi, Tony," I heard a female voice say.

"Hi, Barbara. What are you doing?"

"Masturbating."

"What, again!"

"I can't help it, Tony baby! My pussy gets so hot sometimes I just can't keep my hands away from it."

"What are you using this time?"

"A cucumber."

"You're crazy....Why don't you buy yourself a regular rubber prick? Or better-a real one."

"This is so much better, Tony baby ... it's different. Exciting. Always something new ... different shapes

"Why don't you get different guys? With different-sized cocks?"

"Because you can't eat a cock for dinner. But you can eat a cucumber. You don't know how uncontrollably erotic it is to watch John eat something unknowingly after I've used it! I can almost come again just watching him bite into the cucumber...."

"Wow! You're really fucked up, Barbara!"

"Talk dirty to me, Tony. I'm putting it up now."

"How the hell can you shove a cucumber up your cunt? You must have some pussy!"

"I use Vaseline, of course! I just coat one end, then slide it up...."

"Hell, Barbara! If you can take a cucumber, you can probably take my whole cock!"

"Ooooh! That's it-talk dirty!"

"You're era-"

"Ooooww!"

"What's the matter?"

"It hurts! It's so big!"

"How the hell are you doing it?"

"I'm on my back ... uhhmm! ... with my legs up. I'm pushing it in now. Oh, Christ! That's great!"

"You got it in you?"

"Oh, all the way, baby! All the way in my cunt! In and out like a fuckin' fat cock!...."

"Jesus!"

"Oh, Christ, Tony! It's so good ... so good! In and out of my cunt! Christ! It's getting good. I'm going to come, Tony! I'm going to come-"

The words stopped. I looked at Tony. He was standing before the stereo. He had shut it off. This time he did have a harden. I could see it through his pants. A long, fat lump.

"That was Barbara," he said. "She's the woman who makes obscene calls to me." I was silent.

"I decided to record one. Quite erotic, isn't it."

It was. My pants were wet, and my nipples were hard against my bra. I was aroused, and he hadn't even touched me yet.

"She's some woman," I said. "She sounds sick."

"Maybe she is. I don't pretend to know."

Subtle put-down, I thought.

"Did you ever meet her?" I asked.

"No. The telephone is her thing. She's an exhibitionist."

Then he made his first sexual move. He put his hand down and squeezed his cock.

"I don't know about you," he said, "but that kind of puts me in the mood."

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. The move was so abrupt, so unexpected, that it was erotic. I found myself staring at his enormous organ.

He slid his fist up and down the length of his cock. At nine inches long, his cock looked more like a small leg. It seemed twice that length. It was as thick as a wrist, and it stood away from his body like a flagpole. Its color was deep red, and it was circumcised. Tony moved his hand up and down, slowly, savoring the pleasure he provided himself.

"Feel free to 'liberate' your body in any way you desire," he said. His hand continued to move.

"You're not much of a romantic," I said. "No buildup, no preliminary fondling. No kissing."

"I thought you came here to fuck."

"I did."

I stood up and unbuttoned my blouse. I pulled it off my shoulders. Then I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. I was in my bra, panties, and pantyhose.

"Continue," Tony said. His eyes had widened, and he smiled appreciatively..

I pulled the straps of my bra from my shoulders, pulling my arms out as the straps came down. My bra fell forward slightly, away from my tits. I pulled it down and pulled it around so that the snaps were in the front. I unhooked the snaps and threw the bra on the black-and-chrome chair.

The air felt strange on my naked breasts. My flesh began to tingle, and the nipples grew even harder.

"Very nice," Tony whispered. "Beautiful shape." His eyes rolled slowly across my body. "Very nice."

I rolled my pantyhose down my legs, catching my panties and making sure that they didn't come down with the hose. I pulled them from my feet and dropped them in a heap on the floor. I stood erect, my tits dangling freely, swinging slightly back and forth from bending. I placed my hands on my hips and looked at him, knowing what an excitingly erotic picture presented standing there wearing only my panties.

"Why don't you come over here," he said. "Sit next to me.

I walked across the room towards the huge, round bed. Tony was sitting on the edge, still fondling his gigantic prick. I sat next to him.

"Feel free to 'liberate' your body in any way you desire," I said.

He laughed. "Touche."

But he did more than that. He stood and unbuttoned his shirt. His body was quite hairy, with thick black hair growing up and down his arms, belly, and chest. His paunch hung over his belt, and his cock stuck out of his open zipper.

"Pants, too!" I mocked.

He nodded, then undid his belt. The top snap on his pants came free, and the pants opened. He wasn't wearing anything under the pants. His legs and crotch were, if possible, even more hairy than his upper body. He stepped out of his pants and was naked.

Suddenly we were kissing. No words, no indications. Our bodies just came together like two magnets. His arms tightened around me, and his mouth opened to swallow my tongue. I could feel his cock pressed body against my thigh.

I grabbed his throbbing erection, and my fingers burned. I've never felt flesh so hot or hard in my life. My fingers were insatiable. I ran them up and down his endless length, my fingers trembling at the experience. I squeezed down at him, but the organ was unaffected. It was like squeezing a steel bar-a very hot steel bar.

Tony's hands moved down inside my panties. His fingers went around the mound of my cunt, and expert touches and rubs began to apply themselves against my clitoris. His hand felt like no man's hand has ever felt before on me. There was none of that stiffness, the awkward selfishness with which men often move their fingers. It was like my own hand-sensitive of the feeling, aware of the pleasure it was arousing.

I began to moan. Tony's tongue was working in my mouth-lashing, touching, caressing, writhing against my tongue and setting my mouth on fire. My head felt as though it were spinning, and I felt dizzy with excitement He was crushing my tits with his hard fingers.

I squeezed the head of his cock. It was the only part ' of that unreal organ that reacted to my touch. I felt the flesh deflate under my closing hand, the blood rushing down the length of his organ in a warm flush. Then the head began to grow again, refilling, enlarging and growing hotter right in the palm of my hand.

Tony's finger slipped up into my cunt. I could feel the stiff hardness of his finger pushing up between my cuntlips and into the sweltering wetness of the canal. My cunt was on fire, and the muscles of the passageway tightened around his finger, heightening my pleasure at the thrusting hardness.

We fell back on the bed. Tony rolled on top of me, placing his cock between my legs. He pulled his hand from my cunt and pulled the elastic top of my panties down. I raised my hips, and I felt him slide them over my ass: He pulled them down about six inches-just enough to expose my cunt.

I pulled his cock up towards my cunt. Tony lifted his body on his knees and slid forward. I felt the tip of his cock slide across the bunched material of my panties.

Then I felt a burning hardness pressed up against the outside of my cunt. It was his cock.

I tightened my thighs around his enormous thickness. I felt the full length of his cock resting against my cunt, from the tip of my clitoris, down between my legs, until the hot crown of the organ was crushed against the softness of my ass.

I pressed up against him, humping my cunt around his cock. I felt the sides of the organ push apart the lips of my pussy and ass, and the cock pressed even more intimately between my legs. The lips of my cunt opened and closed around his organ as he began to slide the length up and down between the dribbling wetness of my body.

I wanted to fuck right away. My cunt was almost aching to have that fantastic hardness buried inside of it. I wanted to feel him slide up; I wanted to feel the lips of my cunt stretch apart to swallow his size.

I tried to put him inside of me. I raised my hips and pulled his cock up. I ran the tip through the wetness of my cunt, pushing my body upward each time the head was near the opening.

"Not yet," Tony whispered in my ear. "Take it slowly."

He took his cock from my hand and rested it flat on my belly. I felt it stretch up from my cunt almost to my belly button. It felt like a thick, hot log against the cool skin of my stomach.

"Lay back," he said. "Relax."

I did.

Tony wriggled himself up my body on his knees. I felt his giant cock sliding up against my skin. He placed his organ between my tits.

"Hold them together," he said.

I pushed my tits up, wrapping them around the thickness, and his cock was hot against the flesh. Tony began to hump himself in and out of the softness of my tits, fucking his cock against me.

I bent my neck forward and took the tip of his cock in my mouth. I opened my lips wide to accommodate him.

My lips puckered into a tight circle, and I pulled my teeth back away from my lips. I turned my mouth into a wet, hollow cylinder into which his cock slipped in and out.

I tightened my lips down against the sides of his cock, and I crushed my tits tightly together on his forward stroke. I wanted to lock him forever in my mouth. I wanted to taste the heat of his balls and let it dribble down my throat.

His cock slid back and away. On the next forward thrust, I loosened my lips' hold on his cock, and relaxed my mouth. As his cock thrust forward, I began to lick my tongue across the tip of his cock. I lashed the head in short, rapid licks, bathing his cock in a wet friction. Tony continued to pump himself in and out of the hollow softness between my pushed together breasts.

As he thrust forward, Tony leaned backward with one hand. I felt his fingers run across my belly and inch down my pubic mound. Two fingers came together, and he thrust them up inside of me in a sudden, swift move.

Ripples of pleasure ran up and down my body. Tony coordinated his pumping fingers with his thrusting cock. Whenever he pushed his cock forward through my tits and into my mouth, his finger was pulling back and out of my cunt. Whenever his finger pushed up into the bubbling pudding of my box, I felt his thick cock sliding back through the valley of my tits, robbing my tongue of his sexy sweetness. No matter which way he thrust or pushed or pumped, some part of my body was occupied with a fucking hardness. I felt my pleasure building higher and higher with his coordinated, multileveled attack against my body.

I felt Tony withdrawing his fingers, and I tried to close my legs and trap him against my cunt. But his hand pulled free of my thighs, and he shifted his weight sideways, to the middle of the bed. His arm rested stiffly in the fluffy whiteness of the bedcover, and he pulled at my body with his knees. . Passion so fogged my brain that I couldn't comprehend his intention at first.

"Sixty-nine," Tony said. "I want to suck your pussy."

I flipped over on my side. I rested my head on the inside of one of Tony's thighs, and I slipped my arm around his other thigh. I slid my face down his thigh until I was up against his balls. As I took his cock in my hand and guided it into my mouth, I lifted my own thighs, and felt Tony slide in between them until his open mouth was pressed against my cunt. I dropped my leg, and locked his face against my wetness.

His mouth was fantastic. His tongue was light and swift like a dagger. A touch, a lick, a nuzzle: caressing all the right places in all the right ways. His tongue was educated; it knew how and where to drive a cunt out of its inhibitions and transform it into a wild, quivering piece of tortured flesh.

I closed my eyes and plunged down on Tony's cock. My mouth felt ravaged by his size and thickness. I felt his enormity shove into my mouth and flatten my tongue against the floor of my mouth. The head of his cock scraped against my teeth, and I found myself breathing through my nose in order to swallow more and more of his length. My mouth grew greedy when I realized that more than half of him was still untasted, and I forced my lips further down his cock until he was pressed against the back of my throat, cutting off my breath.

His tongue slithered up into my cunt. It felt like a wet tickle, and it sent quivers of electricity through my cunt. I felt his open mouth pressed against the soft, hairy mound of my cuntlips: lips against lips in a deep, erotic kiss.

My mouth moved up and down his cock. My jaw ached from being held so widely open. His balls dangled in my face, and I could smell the raunchy, sexy odor of perspiration.

His tongue slid out and nuzzled tightly against my clitoris. The move was smooth and professional; not a stroke was wasted, not a sensation was left unattended. A finger slid into the openness of my cunt, then slipped out again before I had time to realize it had been in. The well-lubricated finger glided down the crack of my cunt until I felt it poking near the puckered tightness of my anus. I felt the wet finger prod the opening to relax, then the finger slid up inside of my body.

Sparks started going off in my cunt. A tongue against my clit and a finger in my ass!

I sucked his cock for all I was worth. I felt my orgasm building wildly and uncontrollably. With each wiggle of his finger, I felt my own pleasure heighten. My cunt shuddered against his mouth.

The finger pushed up-hard-sliding wetly into my ass until I-could feel the hard knuckle of Tony's hand pressed tightly against the cheeks of my ass.

That's when I started to come apart. My orgasm just exploded against his mouth. His tongue flattened against my clit like wet sandpaper, and he stroked it directly in wriggling, licking thrusts. Then he pushed the exploding bud down flat against the excited flesh of my cunt, and I thought I was going out of my mind!

I tried to moan, but my mouth was frustrated against the swollen thickness of his cock. My vision blurred, and my head seemed to lift off my shoulder. I heard cymbals crashing in my ears, and my thighs shook so intensely that I thought they would fall from my body.

The orgasm built and built, growing higher and higher. Each time I reached a peak of pleasure, he pushed my body further, and I would surmount another peak, and then again another, until I could go no higher without going insane from the intensity of the pleasure.

My whole body was coming: my thighs, my cunt, my mouth, my breasts! I ached all over from the pleasure. Even the softness of the bedcover made my flesh burn with shuddering desire.

And then, impossibly, it got better.

Tony began to come.

His cock began to tremble and sputter. I tightened my lips and drew my breath inward, creating a suction. I felt something moving thickly down my tongue, down the length of his cock until it burst from the hole in an exploding torrent of heat. The cock pumped into my mouth, and I felt a thick wetness spreading out across my tongue, between my lips, against my teeth, down my throat.

His cock continued to throb in my mouth, and his seed spilled like hot blobs of oil: jumping, bubbling, dancing across my tongue. My mouth was thirsting, and greedily I drank the fibrous, elixir until I felt myself growing drunk with sensuality.

It kept on coming and coming. Thick, rich blobs of hot come spilling out like water from a faucet into the open receptacle of my mouth. I sucked hard against his flesh, drawing the sperm out like a straw until nothing more was left to draw upon, and his cock was empty.

When Tony tried to withdraw his cock from my mouth, my lips automatically tightened around the cylinder of hot flesh. When I felt it sliding out, I closed my mouth around it, sinking my teeth into the flesh.

"Easy! Easy!" Tony whispered. He touched my face and I relinquished my hold on him. He slid out and fell over on his side, his knees bent up towards the ceiling.

My mouth was full of sperm and I wiped it with my hand and swallowed heavily.

"I'm sorry," Tony said.

Sorry! I couldn't believe my ears.

"I didn't mean to come in your mouth. But when you started to come, I just couldn't hold back. You have a wonderful mouth."

"Don't be sorry," I said.

"But I promised to fuck you."

"What time is it?"

Tony looked up. "Almost twelve."

"Don't worry," I said. "It's still early."