I'm going to fuck you, he thought. Nicely, the way you want it. He thought of her asshole, and the anus that seemed so much more desirable than any other asshole that he'd ever fucked. Ah, well, today it would have to be her cunt. And why not? He couldn't complain, not really. Her asshole was nice-he liked its tightness, its powerful musculature-but her cunt wasn't anything to bitch about. He wouldn't mind shoving his cock into it. And shove it in he would-in a few minutes froth now.
'Mmmmmm,' she said softly. Romo moved his tongue to her clit. This time she stiffened her thighs and dug her fingernails into his skull. He pursed his lips over the clit and sucked gently; she cried out and tightened her legs about his head. And he was being gentle! What do you know about that, he thought. She might have a climax yet.
'Vvvvvooooo…' Romo pursed his lips more tightly and hummed, forcing the air through the small mouth opening at the same time. The vibration made his lips tingle, and it obviously made Lisa's cunt tingle as well. She let out a little cry and begged' him, almost unintelligibly, not to stop. He didn't stop. He increased the volume of the humming, simultaneously moving a finger along her perineum to the hole of her cunt and on inside. He hooked the finger into the opening and applied upward pressure; the combination of pressure ‘from his finger and mouth was almost too much for Lisa, who lifted her ass off the bed and uttered a long, shuddering sigh.
Tenderness? I'll give you tenderness, he thought. He let his thumb move into position in the crack of her ass, and, as he ate her and finger fucked her, he simultaneously began to stroke the dimpled asshole with the ball of his thumb. She likes it, he thought. She likes it a lot! Sure enough, she was pressing her asshole against the thumb, farting lightly as he dug the nail into the dry inner surfaces of her ass cheeks, and she was whimpering meaningless syllables as he increased the loudness of his humming and dug the thumbnail deeper into her ass.
But no, he was going too far. The ass bit would have to be kept under control; he would have to be certain not to stick the thumb into the anus, not to do anything which might excite her through pain or humiliation. Was thumbnail sex tender? Probably not. Romo sighed, pulled his thumb from the crack of her ass, and softened the intensity of his oral-genital vibe job. Tenderness-that was the ticket. Gentleness was the name of the game.
'Do it,' she whispered suddenly. 'Now!' she begged.
'Fuck you?' He pulled his mouth from her crotch and stared up at her face, seeing the upper half of her body in distortion as if gazing through a wide-angle lens. Her head was half-hidden by her heaving tits, and her enormous pubic thatch ‘rose up like a heavily timbered mountain.
'Yes,' she begged. 'Now!'
Romo smiled. He was tempted to laugh, but he resisted the urge. No, she might hear him and get the wrong idea. She wanted love, right? He'd give her love, then, or a reasonable facsimile thereof.
'All right,' he said quickly. ‘Tm going to put it in you now, Lisa. I want you to enjoy it. Here… ' He knelt between her thighs with his cock head grazing the slippery vestibule of her pussy. 'I'm going to slide it in, and I want you to count out the inches.' He said it affectionately so she wouldn't think he was giving her the humiliation routine.
'One… ' She giggled as an inch or so of sock went in, 'Two?' She wasn't sure, he could tell by her tone. 'Three… four?' She giggled again. 'Five inches? Oh, God, Romo, I can't take any more… '
But she did take more-about two inches more to be exact. She swallowed what seemed like an endless quantity of cock, and he felt her slick and swollen cunt lips pressing against his pubic hair. Yes, she'd swallowed all of him, every last inch. Christ, he couldn't believe it. Her cunt was tight, muscle-bound, but, in terms of depth it seemed like a bottomless pit.
'I'm going to start moving now,' he told her. 'I'll begin slowly. Tell me if it isn't fast enough.' He breathed deeply, braced his arms against the bed and began a steady thrusting rhythm. 'I'll speed up as you become more interested… ' His voice trailed off as he shut his eyes and concentrated on the delightful sensations that were building up in his cock.
Forward. Forward, yes, into the bottomless pit. Backward. Not a retreat, but a recoil-a reaction to the powerful delights of each, forward thrust. Forward, backward; forward, backward; one, two; three, four; count it out, hup two three four, count each movement, breathe between thrusts, establish a carefully worked-out rhythm involving fucking, breathing, heartbeat, stiffening of the gluteal muscles, twitching of the cock…
Romo looked down at Lisa. He saw that the girl's mouth was quivering. What the fuck? He moved a little faster. Now he noticed a drop of moisture at the corner of her left eye. Was she crying? He rotated his hips slightly, hoping the extra fillip would turn her on. Hey, what's going on? Her eyes opened for the briefest of milliseconds, just long enough to let a few tears trickle out, and then the lids closed tightly while Romo muttered silent words of disbelief and moved his cock faster in her cunt, hoping she'd react to the sensations which, presumably, were flowing through her loins…
Shit, she was slowing down. Now she was stopping completely, just lying there with her ass on the bed. Her cunt muscles were tight, still; yet they didn't seem quite as taut as they had been a minute before and now she was loosening the sphincter, letting the pussy go limp as if she'd given up completely.
What's wrong? he thought. Finally, getting up the energy to speak, he said it out loud, 'What's wrong?' He stared down at Lisa, his cock still pumping away in her pussy, and he thought he saw a flicker of her eyelids. Look at me, he thought. Tell me what the fuck's going on! But she didn't do anything of the kind. She wouldn't, or perhaps she couldn't open her eyes and meet his gaze. Something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what, and she didn't seem about to discuss it with him.
'Come on,' he groaned at last. 'God, what the hell is the matter?' He stiffened his ass and thrust his cock into her-hard, hoping to jar her out of her depression. But no, she just lay there, limper than ever.
'I love you,' he gasped. He didn't mean it, or at least he thought he didn't mean it, but he hoped it might work, 'I love you!' he groaned. 'More than Jan does!' Still no reaction. Holy fucking shit!
He looked down at her. The tears were oozing from her closed eyelids. Her mouth was open now-an inch or so, the teeth glistening with spittle, her Adam's apple jerking in silent sobs. 'Come on,' he begged, genuinely wanting her to enjoy it. 'Please,' he pleaded, but to no avail.
Goddamn it. He felt sorry for her; yet at the same time he felt angry because of the way she'd fucked both of them out of pleasure. He hadn't felt like humiliating her, and he didn't want to do it now, but what the hell was he supposed to do? He had to come; there was no alternative to squirting his seed into her guts.
'I'm going to come,' he choked out at last. 'Ready or not, here I come.' He stiffened his hack, took a deep gulping breath, gritted his teeth, and prepared for the inevitable, There was a pressure, a surge of warmth, and then…
'Sheeeyit…!' It was a curse, an orgasmic groan of anger and disgust. Romo felt ashamed of himself, though he knew that what had happened wasn't his fault. He had tried, hadn't he? He plugged away at her, shot his gobs of semen into her cunt, yet each spurt of jism seemed less pleasurable than the one before it.
'Are you finished?' she asked softly flatly, as if she were afraid to show any emotion.
Romo stopped his thrusting and pulled out, his cock still half-hard with tension. 'Yes,' he replied.
'I'm sorry,' she said, a tremor creeping into her voice.
'Yes.'
'I don't know what went wrong.'
Neither do I, he thought.
She opened her eyes and gazed up at him. She seemed afraid. 'I'm sorry,' she said again, this time a little more forcefully.
'So am I,' he said without expression.
'It wasn't good for you, was it?'
'Not especially.'
'Oh, God…!' She turned her head to one side and began to sob more noisily.
'Don't cry,' he told her. 'I can't stand to hear people crying…' Shit, he thought, climbing off her and rolling onto his back. Well, you had your good days and you had your bad days. This had been a bad day-no doubt about that.
Chapter 7
