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.