'Yes?' Romo spoke in a kindly tone.
'We did it three times since the last meeting. Twice it wasn't much, but at least he got it in. But the third time, the day before yesterday, well… ' Nora giggled self-consciously, 'Can I tell them, Max?'
'Sure,' he said, obviously eager for her to announce the good news.
'He did a real nice job, folks. He fucked me real good. I came, for the first time since before we had the kids. And then we talked about masturbation, and we agreed that I could do it whenever I had to after we made love, if we fucked and it wasn't so good, I mean, And…'
'Then you shouldn't have been jealous, isn't that so?' Romo asked.
She blushed, still smiling. 'I guess not.'
'Very good.' Romo rubbed his chin for a moment, thinking, then turned to another couple. 'Mr. and Mrs. Larsen. Welcome to the group. People, Sara and Mike Larsen came to me only two days ago to ask if they could join GSI. Mike is in the Laundromat franchise business, and Sara makes ceramics for the gift shop of an old folks' home.' He glanced at Larsen and grinned. 'Oh, yes-as you've probably noticed, Mike is exceptionally well hung.'
And so he was. The man's cock was a good eight inches long in a flaccid state, and Romo could tell that his clients were eager to see how it would appear in erection.
'Mike dose have a problem,' Romo went on. 'And it's Sarah's problem too, in a manner of speaking. Mike, would you like to tell us about it?'
Mike grinned nervously and glanced down at his large, sausage-like phallus. 'Yeah, it's like the man says. My cock is too big.'
Nervous laughter from the group. At least two of the men appeared to be jealous.
'What he means,' Sarah broke in, 'is that we have a terrible time making love in most of the normal positions. Or the abnormal positions, come to think of it. Mikes' prick is too large for my vagina, and my gynecologist says that surgery isn't a practical answer to the problem at this time. It seems that I shouldn't have my cunt altered, if that's the word, until we've finished having children. Don't ask me why; ask the doctor. Anyway, I keep reading that the vagina is an elastic instrument which will accommodate almost any size penis, but it simply isn't so in my case. Mike is just too darned big for me, I guess. But I love him, even if he is a son-of-a-bitch,' Sarah laughed and gave her husband a poke in the ribs,
Romo took over. 'I asked the Larsens' to demonstrate their difficulties in my office, and we began with Mike trying to fuck Sarah in the missionary position. Sarah winced throughout the act; her cunt simply wouldn't shape itself around Mike's rather unusual organ. Next, I had Sarah lie on top-stretched out, kneeling, squatting, and several other variations of the female dominant position. The results were moderately successful, but Sarah kept complaining of discomfort whenever Mike got overeager and began to lift his hips off the bed. After that, I had them screw in the side-by-side, rear-entry position, which seemed to lessen the problem of Mike's slamming against the rear wall of Sarah's vagina but which, according to Sarah, interfered with the intimacy of love making. Indeed, it interfered sufficiently to derive her of almost all pleasurable sensation.
'I suggested that they come to tonight's meeting with a view toward exchanging partners. No doubt some of you ladies have larger or more elastic cunts than Sarah; girls, Mike awaits your pleasure! And I'm sure there's some fellow among you who'd be willing to take a crack at Sarah's tight-walled pussy. Do I any volunteers?'
Several of the men looked at their wives, and one woman-a young redhead named Emma Janovitz-nodded in the direction of Sarah Larsen. 'Go on, Phil,' she told him firmly 'Go up there and show your stuff.'
'But, Emma-'
'Don't worry about me, lover. I'll be busy with Logjam up there.' She got to her feet and headed for Mike, whose penis swelled ever so slightly as she approached. Her husband started to get up, but Romo held up a hand, traffic-cop style, and shook his head.
'One at a lime,' he insisted. 'Emma, we'll let you make it with Mike while the others look on. When you two have finished, Phil and Sarah can give it a try. Places, everybody.'
Emma grinned up at the tall, strapping Mike, totally free from self-consciousness as she reached out and rested two fingers on the shaft of his slowly expanding cock. 'Any way you want it,' she told him. 'You on top, me on top, in the mouth or dog style…!'
Mike shrugged, slightly embarrassed by the attention. 'I'll let you decide.'
Romo took control once again. 'For the sake of the group's ability to observe what's happening, why don't you try it with Emma on her back, legs over Mike's shoulders? This should be good for Mike-he'll be able to slam away at will without worrying about excessively deep penetration-and you, Emma, will have control over how deep you want him to thrust, The position will be nice from the group's viewpoint since we'll be able to see better what's going on.'
Emma shrugged. 'I'm game.'
Mike scratched his nose. 'I'm Mike.' He laughed, proud of own joke.
Christ, Romo thought, a real card. The joker, no less.
'Okay, you two, on the floor. Emma, I want you on your back, legs well apart. Get your knees up so you can throw your legs over Mike's shoulders when he's in position. Mike? Kneel. Get ready, Emma. No, Mike, not stretched out like that, but kneeling. Back straighter. Come to think of it, you'd better put your knees farther back so you're sort of hall-stretched out. Hmmm… Knees a little more forward, Mike, and-there, that's fine. Emma? You can put your legs up now?' Romo glanced at Sarah, who was biting her lip as she looked on. 'Take it easy, Sarah. You two made this decision for yourselves. Keep an eye on this, please; you may want to try it for yourself.'
Romo returned his gaze to the soon-to-be-fucking couple. Emma had draped her knees over Mike's shoulders and was grinning as she looked between her thighs at Mike's semirigid cock. The prick was a masterpiece of anatomical art, a full ten inches in length by perhaps two and a half in-diameter.
'You'll never get that big thing in you,' Emma's husband scoffed, somewhat unhappily, from the sidelines.
Emma only laughed. 'Keep your fingers crossed, honey. When this guy's finished with me, I may be so loose that I'll need a horse to keep me happy.'
The word horse! reminded Romo that he had better -seize the reins again. 'Quiet, everyone. Mike, grasp your cock in the middle and rest the head in Emmas' slit. Ah, that's fine. You know, I'd like to take a picture of this. Do either of you mind?' Before Mike or Emma could think of an answer, Romo produced a 35 mm camera with electronic flash which had been hidden inside the podium. He snapped several quick close-ups of the monster cock arching into the oozing vaginal vestibule, then returned the camera to the podium. 'Sorry for the delay,' he said. 'Let's get this show on the road. Emma, I want you I to reach down and touch the cock. From below. Try reaching under your right leg-yeah, that's the way-and touch it just below the head, near where it's sticking into your body. Careful, don't dislodge it Mike, your cock doesn't stiffen up too quickly, does it? Don't feel guilty; everyone reacts that way at first. Most men aren't used to fucking in front of a group. That's our puritan heritage for you. Emma, tickle it can you feel that, Mike? Do you like it, huh? Don't be afraid to tell her if she's doing anything wrong. If you want her to touch you higher or lower, if you want her-to pinch your balls or stick a finger in your ass, by all means say so. This is a liberated environment. The Group for Sensual Involvement, remember that. Is it all right? Mike? Is… '
'Maybe she could squeeze my balls,' Mike said reluctantly. Romo chuckled out loud; he could tell that the man was about to go limp with embarrassment.
'You heard him, Emma. Squeeze his balls.' Mike smiled as the woman complied with Romo's order, then winced when she squeezed too hard. 'Hey!' he cried.
Eamo shook his head. 'A little more delicately, please. Surely you've squeezed your husband's testicles before. You should know better than to-'
Emma's spouse laughed harshly from the sidelines. 'She squeezed them a hell of a lot harder than that,' he said. 'You might say that we have a sado-masoch-istic relationship.' He coughed. 'With me playing the victim.'
'Be that as it may,' Romo said to the woman, 'you're the one who's supposed to get fucked this time. Caress them lightly Emma. Try tickling Mike by playing with the hairs-'
'Christ,' Mike muttered, his voice dissolving into a sigh.
Romo laughed. 'I see it's working. Now, Mike, I want you to make things nice for Emma, too. You might try working, your hand between your bodies to her clit where-'
Emma interrupted. 'I'm fine,' she whispered. 'I like it just the way it is.'
Mike was thrusting lightly into the woman's vestibule, his eyes closed and his face turning a deep shade of
