red. 'Goddamn, I think I'm going to get a real piece of ass,' he murmured.
'Don't forget,' Romo cautioned, 'that I want this to be a pleasurable experience for both of you. Mike, I don't want you to enjoy yourself at the expense of Emma. If you make Emma go away angry, or for that matter aching, your wife isn't going to be too turned on to the idea of taking that big cock of yours into her pussy. As for you, Emma, don't start acting possessive. You two are fucking, and that's all. This isn't some kind of love affair. I've seen you becoming emotionally involved with your partners before, and in GSI that sort of thing is forbidden. Forbidden, is that clear?' His voice was harsh, and Emma nodded silently in acknowledgement of the implied threat.
Romo continued. 'Remember, this isn't a goddamn wife-swapping party. This is a group training session-an opportunity for each couple to expand mutual and individual horizons in the wonderful world of sex. There shouldn't be guilt, but there shouldn't be betrayal either. You're not committing adultery tonight; you're committing an act of self-education, an act of increasing you and your spouse's mutual self-awareness.' Romo suddenly laughed as he saw Mike's trembling jaw. 'Sorry, Mike. I shouldn't have strayed from the subject at hand. Go to it- slowly, now; I don't want you to hurt her. Silence, everyone. I want us to hear him going in.'
The room was quiet as Mike inhaled deeply and prepared to push past Emma's vaginal sphincter. The ten-inch cock seemed almost threatening as its monstrous knob rested in the spread inner lips of Emma's cunt. 'Are you ready?' Mike asked in a rasping whisper.
Emma nodded. 'Yes.' Her voice choked.
Mike uttered something which no one could hear, then took another deep breath and slowly pushed forward. Emma stiffened as the cock head pushed against her membranes; her cunt was loose, but not that loose. 'God, you're a monster!' she said to him, her little laugh tinged with fear.
Mike moved forward another quarter of an inch. Romo lay nearby, stretched out on his stomach so he could see all. The other group members were looking on with similar eagerness, and Romo hoped Mike wouldn't be distracted by all the attention that was being focused on his massive prick.
'Ah!… Oooh.' Emma jerked, then relaxed as the cock head squeezed past the ringlike sphincter of her vaginal opening. She kept her eyes tightly closed as Mike continued to push forward slowly; her jaw suddenly went slack, spittle trickling out of one corner of her mouth, as another inch and a half of stiff phallus went into her hole.
Romo began to give instructions softly, tonelessly, speaking as quietly as possible so as not to interfere with the squishing and schlupping of Mike's cock in Emma's juicy hole. 'Relax your thighs, Emma,' he said. 'You seem to be resisting. You're only making things harder for yourself. Relax those thigh muscles, get your knees farther apart so they're just barely balancing on the edges of Mike's shoulders… Very nice, Emma. Mike, don't he so cautious. You're inside; you can use a little less discretion now. Emma's got her legs over your shoulders, and she's got her hands on your neck-I warned you not to lean forward so far! Anyway, she's got control. Farther in now. Think of it-a vagina designed for your fantastic cock. Pretend she's Sarah, if that makes you feel less uptight. One day Sarah's cunt will he like that, once she's had her babies and The doctor… ' Romo's voice trailed off as he felt his own prick stiffening at the sigh of Mike's huge organ glistening with its coating of vaginal juices. Mustn't get too turned on, he warned himself. Got to maintain professional detachment.
Romo continued to give suggestions as he and his clients watched Mike and Emma fuck. He felt a tightening of his gut and a thickening of his throat I membranes as he saw Emma begin to writhe eagerly, her cunt lips fluttering against the thick cock's shaft and heard her occasional fart of desire and gratitude. He tried to shut out the steady slap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh, the heavy odor of cunt juice and perspiration. He tried to remain detached, to keep his own needs under control, to think of what was happening in front of him in the role of a guide and counselor, not as a voyeur…
'Holy-fucking-shit-I'm-coming!' Mike suddenly groaned, his sentence pouring out in a single, breathless burst. His buttocks tightened, his thighs trembled, and he cried out again as the first dollop of semen shot into Emma's wailing hole. Romo and his fellow spectators could see the five-inch protruding portion of Mike's cock thicken, then contract as each squirt load of jism spewed through it. Goddamn, Romo thought, if I had the right camera this would make a fantastic movie…
Romo tried to keep his eyes off Emma's gaping twat after Mike had pulled out, but of course he couldn't. He found himself staring at the juice-dripping crack, at the generous hole that was already leaking semen; his eyes flicked over to Mike's cock, which was rapidly softening into a curved length of glistening meat and which was spinning a spiderlike thread of jism from its red-slashed tip.
'Very nice,' Romo managed to tell them, hoping his erection would die down before he had to roll out of his prone position. 'We'll take Sarah and Phil next, if they're willing. Sarah-'
Sarah Larsen was blushing. 'I don't know,' she said.
'Go ahead, baby,' Mike gasped as he crawled over to her. 'You deserve a good fucking. One that won't hurt you.'
Sarah reluctantly glanced at Phil, whose average-size prick was already turning into a hard-on. 'I don't how-'
'Go on,' Mike insisted.
Romo glanced at his watch. His erection was as powerful as ever, and the tingling of his cock had disappeared-to be replaced by a dull, steady ache.
'Let's get a move on,' he said wearily. Christ, he thought, this is going to be a hell of a long evening…
Chapter 4
Romo was tired the following morning. It made sense. Romo always felt exhausted after a night of fucking or supervising the copulation of others. The job took a lot out of him, physically and emotionally,, and now-as he drank his second cup of coffee-it was eleven-thirty A.M. and time for more work. Fortunately, he was able to turn his energies (such as they were) to the less strenuous task of drafting classified ads.
Advertisements were of immense importance to Romo's operation. Word-of-mouth helped a great deal, of course, but advertising was the primary means of communication between Romo and potential GSI members. Romo placed numerous ads in the personal columns of Screw and the various other sex tabloids. Some of the ads were subtle, and some were not; it all depended on the sexual topic at hand and what sort of customer (shy or openly sex-crazed) he was attempting to reach.
Romo's first ad of the morning was aimed at people who were hung up on black-white sex relations. Its language was discreetly frank:
INTERLIACIAL FRIENDSHIP CLUB open to all who share the belief that eroticism is a gift to be shared by people of all colors. Discussions, lectures, demonstrations, audience participation. Details from P.O. Box 8881, Sophie Tucker Sta., NYC 10099.
Interracial sex ads always drew a stack of replies; Romo estimated that there were thousands of New Yorkers who, out of myth hangups or curiosity, were hot to make it with members of another race. It was usually a matter of whites wanting to do it with blacks; the ratio of white to black responses was about two hand a half to one. Orientals were an insignificant factor, though a few men-usually Vietnam veterans-wanted to make it with Asian women. American Indians hardly ever replied, though an occasional white woman (middle-aged, as a rule) inquired about the possibility of being fucked by a 'hung Navajo' or a 'gentle but manly Apache type.' Odd, but true.
Romo had difficulty in locating suitable black partners for his white customers, since he didn't deal in ghetto types and the educated blacks seemed to resent GSI recruitment on the grounds that Romo regarded them as 'sexual objects.' Thus black GSI members found themselves several times as active in the group as their white counterparts, which was fine with them but worrisome to Romo, who feared that members might become stale from excessive orgy participation.
The second ad to come from Romo's typewriter was sadist oriented. There were a lot of people who went in for s-and-m, and the number of replies from sadists was almost equal to the inquiries from masochists who were looking for a good stomping, whipping or whatever. Romo used the traditional bondage keywords in this ad:
STERN DISCIPLINARIANS needed to meet with passive men and women who feel that to spare the rod is to spoil the fun. Educated males and females only. Bisexuals O.K. Reply to P.O. Box 7942, Sophie Tucker Station, NYC
