'To make me happy. Of course.' The brunette smiled warmly and stepped toward Jan, unbuttoning her man's shirt as she went. 'And you have made me happy. I shall make you happy. And then you will make me happy again, in a different way. But for now I am going to stand here, just stand here, and permit you to help me get undressed. I have unfastened three buttons of my shirt. You will do the rest. You will remove the shirt and then my jeans. And then… you will remove everything. Jan.' Lisa reached out and let a finger touch the very tip of Jan's right nipple. 'Why will you remove my clothing for me, Jan?'
'Because I love you,' Jan said, the words coming out as a sigh.
Lisa smiled. 'Yes, you love me. And I love you.'
Jan hesitated for a second, then, trembling, reached for the fourth button of Lisa's shirt. The brunette rested a hand on Jan's right hip as Jan nervously undid the fourth button, then the fifth, then the sixth.
'Take the shirt off,' Lisa said when the garment was completely unfastened. 'Don't just stand there. Take it off.'
Jan uttered a tiny cry of excitement as she pushed the shirt off Lisa's shoulders. The smaller girl was tan underneath the shirt, and the shirt came off to reveal delicately hewn muscles on her upper and lower arms. The biceps were like the sinews of frogs' legs, the forearms were powerful yet somehow feminine at the same time. 'Your pants now?' Jan asked shyly. Lisa nodded, and Jan reached for the brunette's heavy leather belt.
The audience, all of them eager to see the exhibition which was about to take place, abandoned theft chairs and sofas and tiptoed into a circle around the two girls. One by one the group fell into cross-legged positions on the floor, staring upward as Jan unfastened the belt, then the snap of the jeans, then the zipper. One girl let out a soft 'Ah!' as the jeans fell to the carpet and Jan dropped to her knees to lift Lisa's feet out of the pants legs, one at a time.
Romo, who sat where he could see both girls in profile, began a narration. 'Lesbianism,' he said quietly. 'A perversion, some would say. A corruption of God's plan. An unnatural, defiant form of love. Yet there's nothing unnatural about the way these two girls are going at each other. Look at Jan-at those hard nipples, those swelling fits, at the inner lips going from virgin pink to flaming red between her thighs. Cunts were made for fucking… or were they? Perhaps they were, once; but today there is room for so much more. For fingers, lips, tongues, teeth, dildoes… ' Romo chuckled. 'Bananas. Cucumbers. For whatever man or woman chooser to insert in the name of lust and love.'
Romo paused as Jan tremblingly pressed her body against Lisa's and reached around the brunette's trunk to unhook the bra. The brassiere went loose; Jan stepped back. 'Remove it,' Lisa commanded. 'Now. Without delay.'
Jan hesitated for the briefest of moments, then moved to obey. Her quivering fingers grasped the cups, dug into the soft cotton material, pulled the cups away from the tits. The bra fell away, came down off Lisa's shoulders to the forearms and then to the wrists, dropped over the brunette's hands and then to the floor as Jan stared at the fits. And what tits! Small, but delicious in their olive complexion and glorious in their firmness. It was as if they had been sculpted from some rare wood brought to life. 'Oh, Lisa…!' Jan moaned, throwing her arms around her friend's trunk and plunging her face between the petite yet cuddlesome tits. She grasped Lisa tightly, pulling the smaller girl against her face. Then, as if by instinct, she drew one hand back and placed it gently on the brunette's right breast, at the same lime moving her face a foot or so away from the bosom and contemplating the oversized nipple of the hand-held tit.
'It's brown,' Lisa said softly. 'Not pink like yours. Opposites attract, don't they?' She chuckled, and her voice was beginning to sound harsh. 'Let go of my tit, Jan. There'll be time for that soon enough.'
Romo interrupted, his voice quiet and low. 'Remove her panties, Jan. Hurry, now-you don't want to keep us waiting.' He laughed. 'Or Lisa waiting, for that matter.'
Jan took a deep breath and dropped to her knees, her bands clawing at Lisa's hips, trying to stop the trembling long enough to grasp the black satin boxer shorts that hung sensuously over Lisa's firm hipbones and buttocks. She pulled downward, as hard as she could; the weak elastic of the waistband gave way and the shorts fell to Lisa's knees in a single jerking movement. Jan gasped, groaned, and plunged her face into the muff, the black mass of thick wiry curls that extended from Lisa's crotch almost to the navel.
The thatch grew in a diamond pattern, more like a man's than a woman's. Jan sank her teeth into the curls, spread the fiat of her tongue against the pussy hair, whimpered joyfully as her fingers gripped Lisa's thighs, then her knees, then her buttocks. Jan's fingernails left little red marks where they dug into the olive flesh.
Romo, still sitting cross-legged only a few feet away, grinned and sniffed loudly. 'Someone is eager,' he said.
'Who isn't?' The redhead who had tossed off that comment was breathing heavily and had forced her fist between her lightly clasped thighs. She rocked rhythmically to and fro as she watched the pair of naked women. 'Stop playing around,' she called to Jan and Lisa. 'If I come before you do, it'll be…' She hesitated, then giggled and went on. 'Hurry up, or it'll be for shit.'
'I shaved for you!' Jan had pulled her face away from Lisa's mons and was bending backward, her calves and shins still tucked beneath her thighs. 'Look at me!' she begged. 'Look at my naked twat-' She closed her eyes, inhaled sharply, and managed to spread her knees wide apart without moving her feet from their place beneath her buttocks. She now lay spread-eagled on the floor except for her lower legs; her knees were parted so wide that it looked as though another inch of spread would spilt her glistening cunt And what a cunt it was, with its pink-tan outer lips, its slick red labia minora, its tiny, summit-like clit almost hidden in the valley of juicy, literally quivering flesh.
'Open it wider,' Romo instructed softly. 'Hold the lips with your fingers. The inner flaps, Jan-there, that's right. Pull them apart, now. Yes, just like that. Pull them wider apart so that Lisa can see inside, so she can stare all the way up to your womb…'
Lisa, too, was excited now. Her eyes were fixed on Jan's shaven pussy, and her nipples stood up brown and hard. Her cunt exuded a heavy odor, and as she dropped to her knees between Jan's parted thighs her asshole let loose with an involuntary fart. 'You little bitch,' she said softly, with a chuckle, as she let her fingers run up and down the inner surfaces of Jan's thighs. 'You little blond whore.'
Jan bit her lip. Her eyes were closed, her forehead was furrowed, her lips were twisted in a grimace of pleasure and path. She needed it, of course. It. The tongue. Lisa's tongue, the tongue for which she so of ten longed.
'Kiss me,' Jan begged. 'Right there, Right now. Like… like you used to do before!' The sentence ended in a sob as Lisa's middle finger stabbed into the ragged opening of her cunt. Jan twitched, lifted her buttocks off the carpet, kicked one leg out straight and cried out with need as the foot fell back on the floor. She writhed to one side, drawing the other leg from its place under her thighs and stretching it out, extending the toes; almost going into a spasm as Lisa's finger probed her moist inner depths. 'Suck me!' she whimpered. ‘Lisa, I need you now-'
'No.' It was Romo speaking, his voice firm and loud. 'You will wait your turn, Jan. Lisa has been, away from us for a while. She must be allowed to receive her pleasure first.' Romo nodded to Lisa, who had half-turned toward him. 'Squat over Jan's face, Lisa. Hurry-that's right, duck-waddle forward until-ah, right there. Perfect.' Romo took a deep breath, then continued in a softer but equally commanding tone. 'Squat lower. Lift your heels off the carpet; there, that will increase the tension. By increasing the tension, you heighten the pleasure. Balance there, no hands. Place your hands on the back of your head, Lisa. On the back of your head! I want to see your tits standing out straight and firm. Ah, lovely. Hold your hands there, Lisa-don't move them! Balance on the balls of your feet. It isn't hard once you get the hang of it. Jan? Are you licking her yet, Jan? Stop fucking around, you lesbian bitch!' Romo's voice had become a snarl. 'Lick her. Yes, lick her! With your tongue, not just the tip of it but the whole surface, the Whole tongue flattened against her cunt. Lick her till the hair is as wet as… ' He laughed. 'But I guess it's pretty wet already. I'll tell you what, Jan. Bring your fingers up to the vulva. Start by probing the vestibule, gently, gently, gently-gently, I said!-while your tongue licks the clit.' Romo leaned forward, squinting in an effort to get a better look.
'Not bad, keep it up, Jan. Get that arm back behind your head, goddamn it!' he shouted to Lisa. 'There. Perfect. Rock back and forth if you wish, Lisa. Only don't lose your balance. Remember-weight on the balls of your feet. Try not to wiggle your toes too much; you'll end up shifting your center of gravity. Calves tight, thighs stiffened and well apart. Use your ankles to control movement. Forward, backward… Try lowering your ass a little; move your feet apart. Nice, nice. Jan, I want you to slick two fingers in her twat. Two, I said, not one or three. One is too little for a cunt like that one; three will make her come too soon. Two fingers, that's the way. And your
