Sal the Super, The Nookie King of the Bronx XII, a short story by harrylime. Date added: 2012-07-16. Times viewed: 3205.
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- Intro: Sal could hear her pleading and sobbing for him to take her to the "final" destination.
SAL THE SUPER, THE NOOKIE KING OF THE BRONX PART XII
There was one unit in the North building that Sal made a conscious effort to stay away from. It was apartment 405 on the fourth floor looking up to Moshelu Parkway. He didn’t avoid it because he had done anything wrong or anything like that. It was just a feeling he had that things were not completely kosher with the occupants and it would be best for him to stay detached from getting too familiar with either Mr. or Mrs. Moskovitz except in a real emergency.
His Aunt even slipped their rent receipts into the slot in the mail box and he made sure he was otherwise engaged whenever Mrs. Moskovitz came into the basement with garbage or some other reason like getting inside her storage bin all the way in the back.
In all honesty, Minnie Moskovitz was a foxy looking broad.
She always wore those tight skirts and the thin high heels that he loved to see on all females. Sal was not avoiding her because of her lack of desirable physical attributes.
It was because of her prick of a husband, Jerry “Big Mo” Moskovitz.
Big Mo was at least 300 pounds and in his case it was mostly muscle. There was also that hard glint in his eyes that tended to make Sal overly cautious. Sal’s Uncle Vinnie told him to watch his “P”s and “Q”s whenever he was around this “Big Mo” character. Sal always did what Uncle Vinnie told him to do.
Sal figured Mr. Moskovitz was “connected” in some way far too elusive for even his Uncle to relay to him on the QT.
He was surprised at a moment when his mind was wandering this slow-moving Saturday morning to almost trip over a hunched up Minnie Moskovitz sitting just outside the roof exit door of the North building. He was short-cutting over the roofs of the joined buildings enroute to the South building just to get started quicker on the Saturday morning clean-up.
“Geez! Mrs. Moskovitz, I didn’t see you sitting there. Excuse me; I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
The attractive older woman was looking down and cupping a cigarette in her hand. He noticed she was still wearing a flimsy sort of nightgown under her London Fog raincoat and had a pair of dark blue comfortable slippers on her feet instead of the killer heels that always make her look so sexy.
Sal was turning to go because he wanted to get finished with the cleaning chores before noon. He wanted to watch the Yankee game. He stopped because he was certain he could see tears flowing down the sitting woman’s cheek from under her long flowing hair cascading down onto her bowed shoulders. It wasn’t any of his business, but he heard himself ask the question that started it all.
“I hope I didn’t step on your hand or anything, Mrs.?”
“Oh, no, Sal, I just was feeling a little blue this morning.”
When he got a closer look Sal could see it was more a case of “black and blue” because that was the color of the shiner she was sporting under her long flowing hair.
“What happened, Mrs. Moskovitz? Did someone hurt you?”
She rose up and hung onto his arm to steady herself. Sal could feel the curves of her luscious body under the shielding rain coat.
“Call me Minnie, Sal. Your Aunt Gina used to be a good friend of mine. At least until I got married.”
She started to cry then big time and sort of fell into his arms like a 105 pound package of pure unadulterated trouble. Somehow his big hands wound up patting her beautiful ass instead of her back. Underneath the raincoat, she was all loose nightie and sweet soft skin and pussy. They stood up against the outside of the door so nobody could surprise them and Sal stroked his long hard early morning wood deep into her surprisingly tight vaginal slit. They melted into each other so naturally that the whole thing seemed perfectly right. The beautiful woman was primed and ready and she opened her Pandora’s Box of goodies to Sal like it was Christmas in July. Sal did not hesitate to get his rampant cock right down to business. Neither of them spoke a single word. Only whimpers and moans filled the quiet morning air on top of the roof. The tightness of her tiny hole had caught Sal by surprise. It hinted like “Big Mo” was not hitting on his spouse’s pretty pussy very often. It looked like he was “hitting” her for real and not for sex.
Minnie and Sal never slowed down until his load of creamy cum was safely tucked away inside her hot little female cave.
“Thanks, Sal, I really needed that.”
They both sat in the shade of the hatchway and watched the birds wheeling in tight little circles only a scant block away. The sound of the kids yelling in the street below seemed close and yet so far away that it was as if they were huddled together on some deserted island and it was all sheer fantasy.
The smoke from Minnie’s cigarette crawled sneakily into Sal’s reluctant nostrils. He always hated it when his Aunt Gina lit up after a nice bout of sex in the afternoon. He never said anything to her for fear of hurting her feelings but it did irritate him to have his boundaries invaded like that. He did have to admit however that a female smoking a cigarette after sex was a bit of a turn on for him because it reminded him that even the most innocent of girls hid deep dark dirty secrets inside.
Sal wondered what dirty secrets was Mrs. Moskowitz hiding inside her pretty little head.
He wanted to do it again but was afraid to suggest it to the attractive 30 year old woman with the tight little pussy. His cock would have to be satisfied with a one way trip without a transfer.
“I really enjoyed that, Minnie. I love the way you squeezed me so tight when I was deep inside. I hope you are feeling a little better. Was it “Big Mo” who gave you the shiner?”
Minnie looked up into Sal’s inquisitive eyes and shuddered with a deep-felt revulsion when she thought about her demanding husband.
“Yeah, Sal, it was Mo, all right! He didn’t like the way I cooked his beans. He told me they were too watery and not cooked enough. I tried, I really tried to do it the way he likes; but I was so tired after a long day at the office. He gave me a whole bunch of slaps and then poked my eye so bad it almost closed right then and there. Then he made me take his big “thing” right in my mouth and kept slapping me when I stopped to breath. It was just awful!”
When he cradled her petite body in the shelter of his protecting arms, Sal pictured the pretty lips of Minnie Moskovitz wrapped around the huge tool of the ugly “Big Mo” Moskovitz. He was ashamed to admit it made him as hard as a rock. The further thought of those big meat-hook hands humiliating her face with his depraved assault made Sal’s cock throb with desire despite his sincere sympathy for her pitiful degradation.
“Sal, I wish I could be rid of the big lug once and for all. Can you help me?”
The question hit Sal right between the eyes like a ton of bricks. He knew immediately what the lovely Minnie was suggesting but it was too much for him to digest without some careful thought.
“Sure, Minnie, I will get him a ticket to Alcatraz and let them lock his ass up for good.”
“No, Sal, I am serious. I need to be free from his shenanigans once and for all. Do you have any ideas?”
Sal was full of ideas but he knew each one spelled trouble with a capital T for the both of them.
“Listen, Minnie, you get back inside and act like everything is hunky-dory and I will talk to my Uncle Vinnie and see what he thinks, OK?”
Minnie brightened up considerably at the prospect and kissed Sal with a hungry tongue. Sal guided her back down the landing with his hands exploring every little secret of her willing bottom.
After a little bit of thinking, Sal came to the conclusion that nookie is nookie; but getting involved with eliminating a guy like “Big Mo” was just too dangerous for a “small potatoes” guy like him to get involved into. In fact, Sal decided he would not even consult with his Uncle Vinnie because he did not want to get him involved into one of his pussy hunting complications. Sal decided he would suggest a couple of scenarios to Minnie and see if she would go ahead in her plans to become a young widow.
Some of his suggestions included, but were not limited to, an unfortunate accident on the subway platform, a slip from the roof while fixing the TV antenna, and, last but not least, the misfortune of ingesting an unhealthy dose of non-benign mushrooms. They both had a good laugh at the last one and the suddenly much happier Minnie got down on all fours and told Sal to stick it all the way up her ass and “make me feel it!”
He was only too happy to oblige and immediately forgot about the scenarios for Big Mo’s accelerated demise.
It was the first time Sal had ventured inside such a petite ass on a mature woman. He shook his head at the pattern of bruises across her ass cheeks and hips that suggested Big Mo was really “getting off” by dishing out his brand of foreplay on the body of his defenseless spouse.
Minnie’s brown eye was a lot more open and ready for action than her tight little pussy. Sal figured right away that Big Mo was using it often to placate his stiff cock. From Minnie’s description, he knew the insertion of the big guy’s dick in her soft bottom must have stretched her to the limit right from the first time on their wedding night.
Sal was lost in a world of clutching rectal channels and fluttering sphincter muscles.
He guided her down the ass fucking path until they reached the gateway to the magic garden. Sal could hear her pleading and sobbing for him to take her to the final destination. He grabbed her long flowing hair and pulled her head up so he could look into her bottomless eyes when he shot his full load of creamy cum deep into her gut.
After his last satisfying spurt, Minnie fell in a heap flat on the towel spread beneath them. She was shuddering and still vibrating with an internal orgasm that literally curled her pretty toes.
The very next Friday night, right after he had taken out all the ashes to the sidewalk; Sal was surprised to see two cop cars and an ambulance pull up to the lobby. He didn’t interfere because it looked like everyone knew just what they were doing. Mrs. Jones from the first floor, a harbinger of both good and bad news, shouted to him from her window,
“Its 405, Sal, the Moskovitz family. I think the hubby got sick!”
Sal was immediately on guard.
It looked like submissive little Minnie had decided to take matters into her own hands. He stood silent and watched the gurney with the inert body of an obviously deceased Mr. Moskovitz make the journey down to the ambulance for a one way trip to the morgue.
When Minnie came out with two black cops, he took in the tight pencil skirt and the high heels that had the cops handling her like precious cargo. Minnie passed him on the stairs and gave him a wink that only she and he could see.
Later, he pretended to read the sports section when his Aunt Gina told him,
“Poor, poor Minnie, I feel so bad for her. That Mo was in the prime of his life. To think that some innocent little mushrooms could bring down an ox like that. She thinks it was the ones that Mrs. Simms picked last summer in the Catskills. I hope we don’t have any left in the freezer. The poor thing is going to Miami to be with her sister in a place called South Beach. I hope she heals in the fun and the sun.”
Sal stifled a chuckle and said,
“The damm Yankees lost again!”
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