fantastic, Overwhelming, that was the word for it. He hadn't even fucked her yet, was only on the verge of sticking it in her, but he was feeling great already. This was going to be quite a night.
'Fuck me!' she screamed, thrusting her hips forward and upward, catching him by surprise. A good three inches of cock was in her before Romo knew what was happening, and he almost fell off balance as she began to pump back and forth on his organ.
'Jesus,' Romo took stock of the situation and felt a tremendous surge of relief. She'd done it for him, she'd saved him the worry of wondering just how to handle his first fuck. Suppose he'd made an ass of himself as he put it in?… God, how embarrassing it would have been! Or what if I'd shoved it in too far, too fast, and broken her mood?… That, too, would have been a disaster.
Romo fucked her now, steadily and powerfully, and he rose high on his arms as he rode her so that he could look down at her, could see her heaving tits and the contorted features of her face. She was breathing hard, punctuating each breath with gasps and grunts; an occasional moan came out of her chest to tell her of her fantastic need, and her cunt seemed to become tighter and tighter as they humped toward orgasm. She needed him, needed him badly. She was gripping him with her vaginal sphincter, crushing him as tightly as she was able, and now, as he felt her cunt tremble around his prick, he knew that she was at the brink of climax…
Well, fuck her! Or, rather, cease fucking her, he thought as he pulled his cock from her pussy-just in time. 'Who's boss now?' he muttered so softly that she couldn't hear him. He watched her writhe angrily, laughed as she cried out in frustration. She'd been on the very edge of ecstasy, and he'd pulled out of her. Romo, not Luline, was king of the mountain now.
'Why?' she asked. 'Why, oh God, why?' She made a grab for his prick, presumably in an attempt to shove it back in, but Romo knocked her hand away.
'Not yet,' he said, chuckling cruelly. 'In a little while.' Those had been her words, hadn't they? In a little while. Let the chick suffer a little, let her beg for his cock. If she wanted him, she'd have to plead. He'd show her who was boss.
'Bastard!' she muttered, She glared at him, showed her teeth to him, tried to slap him but was stopped by Romo's hand on her wrist. 'You son-of-a-bitch,' she hissed. Romo, still in control of the situation, only laughed.
'I'll fuck you,' he said, 'when I'm good and ready,' He laughed again, holding his cock in one hand and waving it at her as if to mock her. 'Want to suck it? Want to get it all nice and wet, huh?' He was being vulgar, incredibly vulgar, but what the hell! She was a bitch, wasn't she? The bitch!
Suddenly Luline began to cry. She started with a few tears that trickled out of each eye and glistened on her cheeks, but within seconds her whole body was jerking with powerful sobs, and her hands flew up to cover her face. She didn't say anything, she didn't complain, but Romo knew why she was crying. He wanted to laugh at her, but a sudden twinge of compassion prevented him. He saw her right hand move from her cheek to her belly; when she reached for her cunt, he knew that she was going to try and finish up by herself. 'No,' he said thickly, seizing her wrist and forcing the hand back to her face. 'We'll finish the regular way.'
Slowly, less angrily now, Romo moved over her for a second time and let-his cock head slide around her thigh and pussy until it settled in the appropriate spot. He thrust forward quickly and decisively; Luline, her entire body trembling, uttered a cry of delight as five inches of meat slid deep inside. Romo fucked steadily, his rhythm unaffected by Luline's writhing or by the jerking spasms of her Cunt. She had one climax, then lay gasping while he fucked her until her vaginal sphincter began to shudder once again (Romo could feel it), and finally twitched in a second orgasm. Romo grinned; he was good, and he knew it. And, just as important, he was boss.
'Come,' she begged as she nibbled on his shoulder. She was pulling him close to her, and her fingers were running up and down his spine. 'Squirt it into my guts!'
That did it. At the word 'squirt,' Romo slammed forward with all his strength, building up momentum with each thousandth-of-an-inch until his forward progress was suddenly stopped by the rear wall of her cunt. Romo then went into reverse, sliding backward till his cock almost fell out; another thrust, another reverse, and the heat built up in his cock head and in the flesh just below the knob and finally, wonderfully, uncontrollably, the jism came out of his balls and prostate and forced its way through the urethral canal until he was spewing it, firing it in rhythmic bursts, into the slippery recesses of Luline's cunt.
'Christ!' he cried, as if the orgasm were the result of some divine inspiration. 'Holy mother of… shit!'
He shot the last gob of the stuff into her, and then he let his body sink onto her belly and rest there until she finally begged him to roll off so that she could get her breath.
'Was it nice?' he asked a few minutes later.
'Yes.' She was still breathing hard-and he was too.
'I'll bet you thought I was a first-timer,' he said.
'Yes, I did.'
Romo laughed.
'What's so funny?' she asked.
'Nothing. Nothing at all.' he lay there, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of one hand, not caring that the blanket beneath him was stiffened from a score of ejaculations. He was boss, wasn't he? He was the conqueror, the first-timer who'd made a nympho plead.
'Romo?'
He glanced at her. 'Yeah?'
'I don't understand you.'
'Why not?'
She smiled uncertainly. 'I don't understand why you're so cruel.'
Romo laughed. It was a long laugh, a loud one that came from deep in his belly.
'Why are you laughing?' she asked.
Romo looked at her for a moment, then stopped laughing and grinned. 'I guess it's because-' He paused and thought for a moment. 'I guess it's because-I don't understand it myself.'
Chapter 5
Romo answered the phone on the third ring. It was Lisa.
'I've seen Jan,' she told him.
'So?'
'I told her what you said about our relationship.'
'Oh.'
'Are you listening, Romo?' She paused, then went on. 'I told Jan how you didn't think I loved her in anything more than a sisterly sense. She thought you were full of shit.'
'Uh-huh.'
'Then we made it together, Romo.'
'Uh-huh.'
'Goddamn it, Rome!'
He laughed. 'What's wrong?''
'Well, aren't you going to react?'
'Okay, I'll react. Jan is full of shit, far more so than I am, and you're a fool for letting her talk you into another fucking tongue fest. There… is that enough of a reaction?' He was angry, and his anger-carried over the wires.
'You're really mad, aren't you?' she asked, awed by the intensity of his response.
Romo took a deep breath, held it, and managed to calm down. When he spoke again, it was in a normal tone. 'No, I'm not angry,' he said.
'I suppose you think I'm being hostile, calling you up and confessing everything this way.'
Romo shrugged, though he knew she couldn't see the gesture.
'Rome? Are you there?'
'I'm here.' He sighed, trying to sound bored with the discussion. 'Look, Lisa, what you do with Jan is no skin off
