Sal the Super, The Nookie King of the Bronx Part XI

Sal’s escapades with the five Conte sisters from next door had cooled considerably for the last couple of months. He was okay with that because getting two of them pregnant at the same time had created considerable friction with their labor union boss father.

He was surprised when the very studious looking Ann Conte came up to him in the hardware store at the bottom of the hill. She always was the kind of standoffish one of the five sisters and tended to frown at him when he wrestled with all of them after a contentious game of horseshoes. All four of the other sisters loved to have him grabbing their butts and their breasts with no bras, but she just bent his finger back painfully when he tried it with her.

“Sal, I just wanted to tell you that Cindy and Regis are very sorry they have been treating you so bad lately. Our father has been put through a lot over at the union hall because of his two youngest daughters having babies out of wedlock at the same time. After the pregnancy was all over and they had the babies just like Sister Veronica told them they should, he would come home drunk and paddle them something fierce and God awful loud in their bedrooms. I think he wanted us other girls to get the message not to spread our legs for any boys, especially you, Sal.”

That was a hell of a long speech for a broad that had only given him the odd word here and there for the past year and a half. Sal looked up at her and saw that she was tearing up at the corners of her eyes and he figured she was as sincere as an older sister can get with a guy that knocked up her two youngest siblings.

“Hey, that’s okay Ann. I understand and I only want what is best for Cindy and Regis and the two babies. I’ve been sending money for both of them to your mom every week and I will respect their wishes with everything. My uncle Vinnie and your dad have an understanding, so things are all quieted down now.”

Sal was referring to his uncle who controlled everything in the East Bronx from the Grand Concourse to the East River. He gave some tissues to Ann to wipe her eyes and blow her nose. He noticed that the girl in her late twenties never wore any make-up and she still looked more attractive than all her younger sisters.

Ann was trembling a little bit when she leaned over and thanked Sal for the tissues. She looked around to see if anyone was watching or listening.

“Sal, I can’t open my legs for you because I am too afraid of my father, but if you should ever want me to go down on you like in a movie or something, I will be happy to do it. I have been giving blowjobs to guys for over ten years now and I am kind of pretty good at it. You just can’t stick your thing into my “you know what” because another pregnant Conte girl will surely start a war.”

Sal was a little confused and somewhat taken aback. This adorable and classy dame was actually propositioning him to let her give him a blowjob. The fact that she put her pussy “off-limits” was not a problem because he could already picture sliding his long hard cock straight up her puckered brown eye. Besides, making babies was getting to be a little bit expensive. Pretty soon, he would be the chief breadwinner for the Conte household.

Ann was breathing rapidly. He could tell she was nervous and yet sexually aroused by her aggressive behavior. He knew it must have been very difficult for her to get up the nerve to approach him in this manner.

“How about you and me go to the Paradise for the “midnight show” on Friday?”

Ann’s face lit up with happiness.

“Gee, sure, Sal, I would love to. I promise I will make you feel good too. I hope you don’t mind not doing it to me down there. I think I am destined to be the oldest Virgin on Valentine Avenue but it’s a lot better than getting killed by your own father.”

When she walked away, Sal looked hard at her swinging hips and her heart-shaped ass standing up nice and pert like Cherry Blossoms reaching up to the sun for petal opening inspiration. He decided right then and there that his cock would soon be giving lots of inspiration to the pretty young girl’s ass to open its pucker hole for a spirited deep impalement. He wanted to see her beautiful face looking over her shoulder at him with that look that said “go deeper” without any need to express it in actual words.

His aunt Gina was feeling a lot better now, but he still felt a need to baby her a bit longer. He could tell she was dying to get it doggy style real bad but he did not want to put any stress on her until he was certain she was back in perfect health. Instead, he had gotten into the habit of giving her a “goodnight” finger fuck each night to send her off to la-la land with a smile on her face.

She kept asking him about the Conte sisters, but he assured her everything was just fine. Obviously, she suspected he was the father of both the babies, but never gave him any grief about it. Her own childless marriage was a source of regret to her and he could easily see how she would be upset at his virility with other younger girls.

She told him that the doctor would be visiting right after dinner. It was strange that old Doctor Hayunga was still doing housecalls even in this day and age. He did not know of any other doctors who would do that for any of their patients unless they were super rich or a valued member of the family.

He answered the doorbell with the expectation of seeing the stooped older man in the basement hallway, but instead he was confronted with a beautiful short-haired woman in her mid-thirties carrying a leather bag and looking like she had a very long day.

“Does Gina Napoli live here?”

Sal was silent for a few seconds. This certainly was no old man with tired eyes and a stooped back.

“Yeah, you mean my aunt. She is in the back. Where is Doctor Hayunga?”

He was startled to see the classy woman in the tailored business suit suck a sob back into her throat.

“He is, I mean, was my father. He passed away early this morning and asked me to check in on Gina as she was one of his earliest patients here in the Bronx. He delivered her, you know.”

He was not too surprised to hear about the old doctor’s demise since he was up in his eighties, but was surprised to see what a beautiful female child he had produced in the form of this delicious looking, high-class woman.

“Come on in. She is awake and waiting. Be careful on how you break the news to her. She is building up her strength again. My name is “Sal” Salvatore DiMaggio. I work with my aunt taking care of these two buildings.”

Sal led the lady doctor to the back bedroom conscious of the fact he was only wearing his boxers and his customary undershirt. He surely had not expected to see such a luscious dame visiting them in the basement. When she squeezed past him at the bedroom doorway, he was treated to a soft brush of double D breasts and a well-contained tummy that curved up from her hidden pussy mound. A view of her from behind revealed an ass that stuck out like an invitation to “doggy style” lovemaking and made him instantly hard as a rock inside his flimsy boxer shorts.

Young Doctor Hayunga gave him a hand signal to “get lost” but not before she gazed with undefined attention at his throbbing stiff cock inside his shorts.

Sal was laughing at himself getting so worked up at a strange broad in his apartment. She probably would not give him the time of day, even if he asked politely. Still, the thought of filling that beautiful mouth with his man-meat made him touch his rampant cock with disbelieving fingers. It was a mystery to him that he was so aroused because he had just given the Delaney sisters his two for one “Special” right on the fluffy white carpet in the middle of their living room floor. They were the most “giggling” pair of 50-year-old sisters he had ever nailed in a threesome. It was a little demanding because they both wanted lots of ass-spanking to get them just in the right mood. The sounds of his hands slapping hard on their flanks filled the apartment and he hoped their 16- year-old granddaughter Jessica was sound asleep through the entire strenuous session.

The doctor came into the kitchen and sat in the empty chair opposite Sal.

“Your aunt is doing a lot better. She confided in me that I should tell you it is okay to give it to her once and a while. She told me she loves your fingers, but it just is not enough to make her feel her old self.”

He was strangely embarrassed by the whole exchange because he felt such things were supposed to be like private between the parties. He guessed the doctor-patient relationship was the exception to the rule. He went to the fridge and grabbed two bottles of beer and even got a glass for the doctor. He figured she was sort of upper-class and needed a touch of refinement even in drinking a simple glass of beer.

“Thanks, Sal, I was pretty upset about my father but I am okay now. My friends call me Alicia or just “Allie” for short.”

Sal watched Allie suck down a beer and quickly got one more to refill her glass. She leaned back and seemed to relax a little bit. He could tell she was really tense and he got up and stood behind her to rub some of the tenseness out of her tight shoulders. He heard Allie groan in appreciation and she let her head fall forward in a totally submissive attitude under his gentle touch.

It was almost too easy.

Only a few short minutes later, the doctor was bent over the kitchen table grunting in sheer pleasure each time he shoved his long hard cock deep into her clutching pussy from behind. He got a good look at her delicious brown eye and watched it quivering as she took his shaft all the way up her dripping wet vagina.

“Make me do it, Sal. Make me take it in all the way. I want it in deep, Sal, just like that. It has been a long time for me, Sal. Thank you for making me do it like this.”

Allie was panting like a female dog in heat.

Sal’s strokes were getting deeper and faster with each passing second. Soon he felt his juices rising from his churning sacs hanging between Allie’s quaking knees. He pulled out just before the release trigger was activated and scooted around to insert his dripping cock in between the high-class ladies lips. No sooner had he achieved full insertion than his cock began to jump and spurt jet after jet of creamy cum that filled Allie’s mouth and oozed back out to cover her lips and chin with sticky residue.

The doctor giggled and licked her lips just like the school girls that Sal loved so very much.

“Oh, my, I haven’t done that for ages. You make me feel younger, Sal. I feel completely recharged. Can I ask you to get down there with your tongue to help bring me off? I am almost there and it will just take a few quick licks, I am positive.”

Her pleading eyes prompted Sal to fall to his knees and spread her pussy lips open for his demanding tongue. Allie was quite correct and almost immediately she went into a rigid frozen stance that was soon followed by a series of convulsive shudders that were accompanied by her forceful squirting of female juices high in an arc almost up to the low basement ceiling.

Sal asked Allie to stay overnight but she told him she was living with a male doctor who would be petrified by her absence. She assured him the doctor was more of a room mate than a lover, but they had done it a few times just out of mutual needs.

Allie promised to check in on Aunt Gina on Sunday afternoon. Sal told her he would be ready, willing, and able to make her even more relaxed the next time they met.