There… note, please, that Ruth takes the cock head into her mouth slowly. Speed is totally Out of place in something like this; it may be a value if both partners are exceedingly hot to get on with it, but beginners at fellatio are advised to proceed slowly so that each step can be savored to the utmost. To continue… Ruth? Stop sucking. We're not ready for that yet.'
Romo glanced at Ned, whose cock was ramrod straight, Its thick six inches or so. lined with swollen blue veins. Dusti, sitting next to him, had her legs tucked under her so that her pubic thatch was barely visible. She seemed to be doing her best not to show any reaction, but her nipples were erect. Romo suppressed a chuckle. They were enjoying the show, all right.
'Ruth?' Romo gestured to the long-haired brunette, whose lips were dribbling saliva. 'You're going too fast. You know better than that, now… Come on! Stop sucking him.' Romo waited. The girl finally obeyed. 'Very well. Now, then, Ned and Dusti, I want you to see how Gris reacts when Ruth applies a bit of tongue stroking. Go to it, Ruth-slowly, now!'
Ruth's tongue, which was hidden in her mouth (the lips of which were closed tightly around Griswold's prick), began to lave the underside of the captive penis. Gris, suddenly stiffened and arched his back slightly. A gasp escaped his lungs, and he placed both hands on Ruth's scalp.
'See?' Romo nodded toward the fellating couple. 'A half-inch or so of tongue movement accomplished that. Now, I want you to watch what happens next. Ruth? Give him a little suction. Not too much. Just enough to-yes, look at that! See how her cheeks pucker, or maybe I should say dimple, as she applies a pound or so of negative pressure? The vacuum is just enough to make Gris stiffen a little more… You like that, don't you?' Romo grinned at the sculptor.
'Tell her… to go… faster!' the man managed to choke out.
'If you insist. Go on, Ruth-suck him! Hard!' Romo stepped back for no particular reason as Ruth began to draw her lips even more tightly around Griswold's massive cock. He watched approvingly as the woman sucked progressively harder; Gris also approved, obviously, for he was rocking to and fro rhythmically, with his fingers entangled in his wife's hair, wheezing in response to the powerful, expert sucking.
Romo spoke more softly now. 'Ruth, why don't you grab his balls?' He turned to Dusti and Ned. 'Watch how she grasps his testicles firmly, but not hard enough to hurt him… there! She's squeezing him now, in tempo with her sucking. Pressure, release; pressure, release… She's doing just fine.
'Ruth, move your hand back toward his asshole. Marvelous! Dusti, I want you to try that when you're home with Ned. Let your middle finger creep along the perineum-that's the ridge between your own anus and vagina- while the rest of your fingers continue to cradle your husband's balls. Let me see your balls, Ned… They're big, but not so large that Dusti can't manage to cradle them and fondle your asshole at the same time…
'Ruth? Give him a goose. Perfect! Ned, Dusti, watch how the first joint of the finger sort of disappears into the vestibule of Griswold's anus. She isn't shoving it in, at least not yet; it only looks like that. Gris?' Romo paused. More loudly now, 'Gris?'
'Hunnh!' It was difficult for Griswold to speak.
'Open your legs more. I want Ned and Dusti to see what's happening. And turn around more so that your ass is facing us straight on… Just like that. Fine.
Ned, Dusti, you can see the finger action through his parted thighs. Ruth's fingers are still squeezing Gris's balls while the middle finger is stroking his asshole. Ruth? If you want to, you can apply a little more pressure now. Great! How does that feel, Gris?'
'Ah!' Griswold gasped as the finger attempted to push its way into his anus.
'You like that, don't you?' Romo chuckled. 'Now, then, I want you to watch him come, Dusti… Watch how Ruth isn't afraid to swallow his load.'
Suddenly, as if on cue, Gris gurgled some unintelligible phrase and thrust his hips forward, simultaneously rising on tiptoes and stiffening his entire body. Ruth laughed from deep in her throat and stabbed a full two inches of finger into Gris's asshole, causing Gris to shudder once more. She began to suck even harder, making loud slurping noises in the saliva glutted recesses of her mouth, and Gris began to moan uncontrollably as he twitched, thrust, gasped, shuddered, and dug his fingernails into his wife's soft scalp…
'Oh shit!' Gris cried at last, almost toppling as the intensity of his body's jerking knocked him off balance. He stiffened once more, held his position momentarily, then uttered a long, shuddering sigh and let his shoulders go limp. 'Shit!' he said softly, happily, and then he fell back on his heels as Ruth pulled her finger from his asshole and let his softening cock fall from her mouth.
Romo was smiling. 'Show us his come, Ruth,' he commanded. Ruth, grinning with the sticky white stuff dripping off her lower lip, opened her mouth and extended her tongue. There was a pool of semen on the tongue, with string-like trails of seed extending forward from the center to mingle with the dribbling saliva. 'Wonderful,' Romo said enthusiastically. He glanced at Ned and Dusti, who were breathing hard. 'Isn't it lovely? I want you to try that when you get home. Or even more, if you want to…' he paused and saw that Dusti looked discomfited. 'Well, then, at home.' He chuckled softly. The best was yet to come.
The orientation ended two hours later, with Katz pulling his foreskin back and pissing all over Bettina. Dusti gasped, and Ned muttered something about 'perversion,' but Romo simply smiled. 'It's easy to put things down when you haven't tried them,' he said. 'But don't forget, you could be missing out on a lot. Take pissing as an example… There's nothing more delightful, really, than feeling your sex partner standing over you with a hot stream of urine pouring down on you from above. It may sound unsanitary, but urine is quite germ free when fresh. As long as you take a shower afterward-and Bettina is going to, I'm sure-you don't have anything to worry about. The very unusualness of the activity, its shock value, so to speak, is what contributes to its effectiveness as an adjunct to conventional lovemaking. And it is rather enjoyable in itself, of course. As I said, there's nothing more delightful than the sensuous feeling of piss on flesh Ned had risen to his feet and was beginning to dress, his cock was soft now, and there was a dribble of fluid at the tip.
'You're leaving?' Romo asked.
'That's the end of the show, isn't it?'
'Yes, but I thought you might like some private counseling.'
Ned looked suspicious. 'What does that mean?'
'Well, some couples who come for the orientation like to try what they're learned-under supervision, that is. With me doing the supervising.'
Ned shook his head. 'No, thanks.'
'It's for your own good.'
'You're a fucking voyeur,' Ned said without emotion.
'No more than you were a voyeur as you watched my four friends in action.'
Dusti licked her lips, then spoke. 'Maybe he's right, Ned.'
'Huh?'
'I mean it. Maybe we should take his advice. He's a professional, isn't he? And it isn't as if he hadn't seen us naked already… Mr. Romo, I'm still kind of confused about some of the positions.'
Romo looked at Ned. 'Well?'
'How much does it cost?' Ned asked in a tone of resignation.
'Ten dollars per half-hour. You've already paid for the orientation.'
'Greedy bastard, aren't you?' Ned was knotting his necktie.
Romo shrugged. 'It's no more expensive than a good flying lesson.'
Ned didn't say anything, but for the second time that evening he began to undress.
Romo was a night person, so he felt no qualms about going to work once Ned and Dusti had left. Instructing them in the finer points of sex activity had been pleasant; Romo always enjoyed the role of school teacher, and he also liked to watch newlyweds fuck. They invariably seemed nervous about the whole thing, and they always behaved as if someone were standing by with a television camera. Dusti had acted like a teen-age girl going to a gynecologist for the first time. Ned, on the other hand, had seemed worried that he might not be able to get it up. But once they'd begun fucking, with Romo giving them pointers on how to get the most out of each position, they had loosened up. The hour of instruction had ended with the two of them having a simultaneous orgasm, one joined in with by. Romo who, without their noticing, had begun to jerk off.
Now, with everyone gone, Romo turned his mind to another project, an illustrated book on adolescent sexuality. The volume, to be published by the Pubescent Publishing Corp., of Torrance, California, was going to be
