placed his mouth against it firmly, forcing the tip of his tongue into the crack. The girl giggled. So you think ifs funny, huh? He moved the tongue up and down in the pussy, moistening the inner labes and eventually kissing the clit. She began to respond at last; he felt her knees pushing against the sides of his head, and he heard her breathe harder as he used the fingers of both hands to caress the cheeks, particularly the hidden lower most portions, of her ass.
'Is it nice?' He paused just long enough to ask the question and to look at her expression. She seemed more nervous now-he wondered why.
'It's nice,' she said meekly.
'You're sure?' He was on the verge of abandoning the project altogether, though his prick told him not to give up.
'Yes!' She closed her eyes. 'Go on,' she told him.
And so he went on. Licked her, sucked her, nibbled her, stuck his tongue in her crack, used his teeth to toy with the firm little inner lips. He tongued her asshole once, wondering how she'd react; she jerked back in fear-or surprise. Ah, well, how was a twelve-year-old supposed to know what was perversion and what wasn't.
He stuck a finger in her pussy. It was a tight fit. Jesus! Was she a virgin? He tried to get two fingers inside; the hymen resisted the intrusion. Oh, shit!
'Let's forget it,' he said at last.
'No!'
'You're a goddamn virgin.' Ho was becoming angry.
'No, I'm not!'
'You stupid little bitch. How did you think you'd get away with-'
'I want you to fuck me,' she insisted.
'You're too goddamn tight.'
'No, I'm not.'
'Yes, you are!' He was trembling with anger. The fucking little whore had been lying to him all the time!
'Fuck me,' she Insisted yet again.
'My cock is too big for you.' He thought about it for a moment. He wasn't about to go away without getting something out of her. 'Tell you what,' he said as calmly as he could. 'You can blow me.'
'You mean-' She wrinkled her nose in disgust. 'I don't do things like that,' she said.
'You'll blow me,' he said. 'You'll blow me or else.'
'Or else what?'
'Or else-' He slapped her. Not hard, but it was enough to sting. 'Blow me,' he ordered, straddling her chest and pulling her head off the pillow so that her lips were in position to seize his cock.
'It's too disgusting,' she whimpered.
'Do it, damn it!' His temples were throbbing, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
'No.'
'Do it!' He slapped her again and tried to force her mouth over the head of his cock. She spat at him; the saliva landed on his lower belly and it made him very, very pissed off. He slapped her again, harder than he had earlier, and he grabbed her by the ears.
'Blow me, goddamn it!' He tried once more to make her suck him off, but she closed her mouth tightly in silent refusal.
Romo looked at her. The bitch seemed to be smirking. 'All right,' he said at last. 'I'll fuck you.'
She laughed. It was a snotty laugh. 'See? I won,' she said.
'You're not going to like it,' he warned.
'Just be gentle.'
He shook his head. 'Not a chance. Well do it my way, not yours.' He got off her chest, moved downward and rested his knees between her legs. He moved into the missionary position, then changed his mind. 'Over on your hands and knees,' he told her.
'Huh?'
'Like a dog.'
She stiffened. 'What?'
'I'm going to fuck you like a dog.'
'No.' She was whimpering now, afraid of him and of his swollen, purple-red cock.
'Onto your hands and knees, damn it!' He seized her and, in a sudden burst of strength, threw her into position almost instantly. He got his cock between her legs before she could resist, and within seconds he was sliding into her pussy, tearing the hymen as he went.
'Noooooo!' She was crying out in fear and pain.
'Sorry, baby.' He stabbed forward until he reached the rear wall of her cunt; he did a quick reverse and continued backward until his cock slipped out of her hole. She tried to pull away, but he impaled her on his prick once again, repeating the action over and over until she finally gave in to him and let him establish a steady, powerful fucking rhythm.
'Oh, no,' she kept mumbling as he fucked her.
Romo grinned. 'Oh, yes.'
He ended up beating her. He couldn't help it. She spat at him again when he shot his wad into her and pulled out, and he slapped her hard on the right cheek. She slapped back, and he punched her. She tried to get away from him, so he grabbed her by the right arm and twisted it until he heard a snap. She screamed and fell, to the floor. He kicked her, hard enough to hurt her but not hard enough to do any permanent damage. He looked down at her. She had curled into a ball.
'Bitch,' he said softly. He felt a curious thrill as he slammed his right foot between her thighs from behind, his toes entering the seed-filled cunt. He heard a splat as the lips parted; he tried to regain control of his emotions when she begged him to stop, but he couldn't seem to overcome the desire to kick, pummel, punch, twist, and otherwise torture her twelve-year-old-body.
'You've got to understand,' he said, breathing hard, when he finished and she was crawling to her clothes, which had somehow been knocked to the floor, 'It wouldn't have happened if you hadn't lied to me that way.'
The girl didn't say anything; she merely sobbed, the tears flowing from her eyes and onto her bruised cheeks and clown to the welts and scratches on her tiny, pink-nippled breasts as she reached for her bra.
I'm sorry,' he told her.
She remained silent.
'You'd better not tell anyone about this. I'll tell them how you talked me into it.'
She sniffed.
'I mean it,' he said.
Twelve-year-old Donna dressed quickly mad left the room without a word, shaking her head tearfully when he asked if he could two of her home.
Chapter 9
It was evening and the GSI meeting was getting underway fifteen minutes before the scheduled time.
'Eager, aren't we?' Romo asked with a grin as he faced the group, all of whom were nude. Romo, too, was naked, as was Tess, who had been invited to sit in as an observer.
'Tonight,' Romo said, 'something interesting is going to happen. Some of you may know Lisa, who is sitting to my right.' He nodded toward Lisa, who nervously attempted a smile. 'Lisa is worried about a possible orgasmic inadequacy in her relationships with men. She does fine with lesbians-I'm not giving away any secrets, am I, Lisa?-but she fears that she can't climax with men unless she's subjected to pain and/or humiliation. I hope to see that thesis disproved tonight with the help of someone in this group. Lisa will select a partner from among you, and I trust that the honored guest will be flattered by the invitation. Lisa? Would you like to pick someone out?'
There were four possible partners. Hal, a crew-cut, real estate salesman type, was a heavyset man with a
