The gloves were wet and that wasn’t helping in the windy alley on the North side of the building. It was freaking October and the cold damp air was cutting though Sal’s Army Surplus jacket like a hot knife through butter. He wanted to take the stupid gloves off but he knew the jagged edges of the trash cans were more dangerous than the chill in the air.
Not being much of a philosopher, Sal was not all that enthralled with the meaning of life. It just seemed to him that there had to be more to life than the relentless cycle of tending a 110 unit apartment building in the Bronx.
Both he and his aunt Gina counted the days as unique to the main job for the day. Today was the “take out the garbage” day. Thank goodness they didn’t have to fuck around with the ashes any more. It was a real blessing when the owner allowed the change over to the oil furnaces.
Gina had been acting strange ever since her little trip down to Florida to visit her cousin Flo. He had never liked Flo after she made such a big deal out of his coming in her mouth after he promised he wouldn’t. It seemed like common sense for all broads to understand when a guy says that, it is only because they don’t want the female on her knees to stop what she is doing for any reason.
Pretty Flo’s mouth was real primo and any red-blooded male would have promised her the Brooklyn Bridge to keep her busy down below. Now that she was married to that prick Angelo Scarpella and living in Miami, she acted like she was the “Success Story” of the Grand Concourse. He was glad he hadn’t given her the salami between her legs or she probably would have claimed one of her brats belonged to him. He already had enough troubles with the Conti’s next door without any rug rats down in Florida. His two daughters by two different Conti sisters put a real crimp in his income but he toed the line to keep their union boss father and his own “Uncle Vinnie” happy with the negotiations that had saved his bacon.
Childless Gina let the two little girls run wild in her kitchen but they had no idea Sal was their real papa. The sisters were still on good terms with Sal and occasionally gave him a nice blowjob in the basement or even a frenzied poking bent over on top of the roof. He was extremely careful to use protection when venturing into pussyland with those two sisters and any of the other three who seemed to come to him at odd hours for some “Sal the Super” counseling. He had even consoled their still attractive mama one time when she was feeling the effects of some birthday booze. He was surprised her pussy was so tight after having five girls before she passed her baby hatching prime. He always made a point of goosing her ass when her hubby wasn’t looking so she would think he was still interested in getting some. In all honesty, her bottom was an older version of the five female Conti clones that didn’t hide the fact they were all willing to open their knees to any unmarried male with a hard cock.
Gina yelled at him from the basement door.
"Sal, don’t forget to check the dumbwaiter in 304. The missus was real upset about 'you know what'."
Sal waved his hand without losing control of the garbage can on the wheelie. Any excuse to get out of the chilling wind would be welcome. This was the next-to-last can and he was already tasting the sweet sugared coffee Mrs. Conti always had waiting for him on the kitchen stove. He knew she wanted him to give it to her again but he was a bit reluctant because Mr. Conti was still pissed over the way he had taken the youngest daughter’s cherry in front of her “already pregnant with his baby” sister. Of course, he didn’t know at the time that the older sister was carrying and that the younger sister was still “Cherry”. After he had impregnated two of the five sisters, Sal insisted on only having oral or anal sex with them for a fairly long period. His Gina was none too happy with the whole deal and he was lucky his Uncle Vinnie stepped in to save his ass.
He made his way up the stairs to 304 making a mental note to use some extra cleanser on the second floor landing of the North building because some kid had spilled chocolate milk syrup all over it and it looked just like dried poop.
Mrs. Aristopolous answered the doorbell on the fourth ring just before he was getting ready to leave thinking she must have gone out to the store.
“Yes, what can I do for you?”
Sal smiled, taking in the sight of the attractive mature woman in a huge towel wrapped around her and another wrapped around her long black hair. Her feet were bare and she had obviously just emerged from the shower.
“Gina sent me, Mrs. Aristopolous, I’m supposed to fix the dumbwaiter problem.”
Sal put on his innocent workman face and held up a screwdriver.
The woman was good-looking even without any make-up on at all. She had that sort of olive tinted skin that East Mediterranean females seem to be born with and need no time under tanning lamps or sweating under the sun on the beach. When she turned to let him enter, he noticed the part that goes over the fence last was decidedly more filled out than the rest of her slender body and he figured it was probably a genetic thing in her family. It could even be a trait of the females in the geographic area in which she was raised. His interest was immediately aroused since this was female asset that never failed to give him the most pleasure.
The apartment was very neat and Sal liked that. She was a very good housewife and he liked that in a woman. Following closely behind her, he could inhale the fresh scent of her natural body odor and the bath soap which must have contained lilacs as a fragrance.
She looked over her shoulder at him and Sal pictured her doing the same thing as he slammed her big, wide bottom from behind.
“I am going in the bedroom to dry my hair. I guess Gina told you I have been getting some unwelcome guests through the cracks on the door.”
Sal just nodded his head and kept his eyeballs trained on her rolling ass cheeks as she walked back into the bedroom.
It was a simple job to seal up the dumbwaiter doors. The building was so old that it was impossible to rid it completely of insects and the dark tunnels were infested beyond hope of complete extinction. Twice a year he had the real professional exterminators come in to trim back the insect populations with good results. The mice in the basement were another story and he took that as his personal vendetta.
Sal copped a look down the hallway and saw the attractive brunette sitting on a bench shaking her long hair and using a hair dryer to take out the dampness. The bath towel had gotten dislodged and he saw her generous boobs swinging left and right with her energetic efforts. He thought it looked a little contrived and got the gut feeling that she was doing it just to get a rise out of him.
He slowly wandered down the narrow hall and stood behind her without saying a word. Then, he reached down and cupped her luscious boobs from behind and circled her nipples with his fingers. When she melted back into his aroused groin, he knew she was well-aware of his presence the entire time.
“Oh, Sal, Gina told me you could take care of my pussy problem.”
Sal laughed at the directness of the mature and hot to trot, hot-blooded Greek female. She was already panting for it and all he had done was touch her pretty boobs.
“Get down on your elbows and knees, Mrs. Aristopolous. Take that towel off and let me see that beautiful ass. Do you want it 'front door' or 'back door' for our first time?”
She looked up at Sal and followed his instructions. As if to give him her answer, she stretched her ass cheeks wide and pushed her finger into her quivering pucker hole. It was very explicit and it made Sal grin like a happy little monkey.
“Do my poop hole, Sal, I haven’t had it there since my student days in Greece. My husband never even touches me back there and he hasn’t given me a good fuck since before Easter. You know I need it bad, Sal, I promise to be a good girl for you. Please call me Myra, Sal, everyone calls me Myra.”
He was surprised at how quickly her sphincter opened for his cock. If she hadn’t been getting steady cock back there, then she must have a big “ass buster” dildo stashed in some hidden corner of the bedroom. He started to slam her pretty hard, but she was real game for it and shoved back pretty hard to get his cock planted in nice and deep.
Sal watched her cheeks jiggle with each thrust of his cock. She was moaning now. He liked the way she sounded. She was saying a lot of guttural words that sounded like dirty words in a foreign language. He assumed it was Greek and some kind of litany she liked to recite when taking it in the ass.
Myra must have been lot piece of ass in her student days because she had skills in milking his cock with her rectal channel that were even better than Gina’s. Her moans had changed to heartfelt grunts now each time he bottomed out inside her. She looked up at him with pleading eyes and begged,
“Fuck my ass hard, Sal, I love it. Please spank me on both cheeks at the same time and tell me I am a bitch, a whore, a slut who needs to be spanked because she is a dirty girl.”
Sal laughed and did exactly that without missing a beat in his spirited ass-pounding. Her grunts changed into a desperate series of whimpers and then he felt her spray his legs with her female juices as her orgasm took control of her battered body. It was so exciting that he just grabbed her hips and rode her until he shot his entire load deep inside her gut.
They rested in each other’s arms for a fairly long time. Myra slowly came back to normal and she kept thanking Sal for his efforts in giving her an orgasm. He was so impressed with her submissiveness and gratitude that he suggested they do a “missionary” just to see how it felt. Suddenly, she was a little shy with him realizing they would be face to face like real lovers and that he would be buried deep inside her married pussy.
The tightness of Myra’s pussy was surprising to Sal and he surmised her husband was really remiss in taking care of her garden. After she struggled to stretch and accommodate his thick cock, they went at it at a frenzied pace. He could hear her ass cheeks slapping down onto the clean sheets and she locked her arms and her legs around him clutching to him like a reed shaking in a windstorm.
Sal knew he had to let his juices gush forth real soon just about the time that Myra started to convulse in a series of mega orgasms that seemed like they were never going to stop. Their juices blended and filled her vagina with a cocktail of sweet and sticky love juice.
When he lifted her hips to his face and started to suck it all out of her lilac scented pussy, she sobbed with emotion and drifted into a pleasure zone she had never experienced before in any of her adventures.
Myra hoped they would stay in this apartment a long, long time and that she would have lots of repair jobs for Gina’s Sal.
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