thumb on the inner surface of the buttocks; keep it away from the asshole for now.'
Romo paused, watching as Jan did as she was told. He glanced around at the rest of the group; all eyes were focused on Jan's head and the black bush above Lisa's twat. 'Lovely,' he said. 'Remove your fingers now, Jan. Pull your tongue away-' He grinned as Jan obeyed him; he knew how Lisa would respond, and he was correct. Lisa cried 'No!' and forced her pussy against Jan's face; Jan hesitated for a moment, her nose sunk deep into Lisa's cunt, but then, obediently, she followed Romo's instructions and forced her face free of the brunette's hairy crotch.
'Don't!' Lisa whimpered. 'Romo, you bastard, you-'
Romo laughed. 'All right. Resume licking, Jan. But just the clit for now. Try a circular pattern, the tip of your tongue going from the shaft along the right edge of the clit to the bud, then back down the left side to the base… more of an ellipse than a circle, really, but you get the idea. Do you like that, Lisa?' He paused. 'Answer me, Lisa. Do you like it? If you don't tell me, I'll make Jan withdraw her tongue from your twat'
'Skit, yes!' Lisa croaked. 'Yes!'
'How much do you like it?' Romo persisted.
'Enough to Lisa exhaled heavily, simultaneously rotating her ass and cunt above Jan's probing tongue.
'Enough to let me fuck you?' Romo asked with a grin.
'You bastard.' Lisa was gasping, but she too was grinning. 'You bastard, you no good… '
'Answer with one word. Yes or no.'
'Yes!' Lisa closed her eyes, savoring the sensations emanating from her clitoris, and shuddered from shoulders to ankles for everyone to see.
'Very well. Place your finger against her asshole, Jan Gently, for now. Just tickle it lightly, touch it just enough for her to get the idea.' Romo watched closely as Jan followed orders. He nodded his approval as she scraped her fingernail loosely over the dimpled asshole, as she picked off stray bits of lint and dried skit.
'Perfect,' Romo told her. 'Now, then. Finger forward, upward, very hard. Stick it in there, goddamn it! That's right, Lisa, wince if you want to. Scream, curse, anything as long as you don't let those heels touch the floor. Up on the balls of your feet, goddamn your dark dyke hide! Ah, yes. Try working the finger deeper into Lisa's ass, Jan. Twist it a little; that usually helps. Is it working? Fine. Now I want you to hook the finger slightly, bend it into a modified L shape, with the first two joints at a fifty to sixty degree angle. Hmmm. Heels off the floor, Lisa! Jan, I'm proud of you. You're doing very well-'
Romo shut up, leaving the girls to their own devices. He watched approvingly, his own body starting to respond as the reclining Jan began to shove her ass forward and backward on the carpet, her knees clasped tightly together and her cunt seeking to find pleasure through the squeezing pressure of her thighs. He watched as Lisa opened her mouth, let her jaw go slack, drooled saliva out of one corner of her lips and along the side of her chin and down onto Jan, whose hair was spread out, fanlike, on the floor. He smiled happily and reached for his zipper as Lisa whimpered something unintelligible and strained to keep her hands where they belonged, behind her head. He licked his lips and drew his semirigid cock from his trousers as Jan reached up with her free hand and grasped Lisa's left lit. He closed his eyes for a second, then reopened them and glanced briefly at his seven inches of hardening meat before returning his gaze to Lisa, who was literally panting as she reached her peak of desire.
Now, as Lisa's voice suddenly filled the room with a garbled stream of love words and obscenities, Romo found himself jerking hard on his organ, pulling on the thick veined shaft with his calloused fingers sliding over the sensitive glans as the uncircumcised foreskin came back to reveal the red-purple head of his masculinity. It was a good cock, an eager cock, a cock that would have crammed its way into Lisa's pussy by now had it not been for the act which was, taking place in the midst of this panting, staring group of voyeurs.
Come, Lisa! he wanted to cry. Spill your juices on her face, fart on her finger, shit on her bosom, spray her with menstrual fluid, punch and kick her into insensibility, show the violence of your pleasure in a violent, passionate deed…
Romo couldn't help laughing at himself. Such fantasies, he thought. He stared at Jan, who had taken the hand that had been fondling Lisa's tit and placed it on her own twat. The fingers were parting the shaven labes, fingering the clitoris, spreading juice over the love flesh, finally poking inside.
'I'm… coming!' Lisa suddenly shouted, and indeed she was on the verge of spilling all. She rose high on her toes, her hands falling from their place behind her head and seizing her own tits, the right hand pausing there for but an instant prior to dropping to the thatch, to the silt, to the clitoris where it settled and kneaded the shaft of the organ even as the bud was being slobbered upon by Jan's eager tongue. She closed her eyes, inhaled sharply, then released the vast quantity of air in a long, shuddering groan.
When it was over, Lisa staggered to her feet and grinned. Then, turning her face toward Romo, she thrust her hips forward and opened the floodgates, letting her piss spray down on the sputtering Jan like a warm tropical rain.
To Romo, Lisa's act was a command. He dosed his eyes and let go of his cock; the stiff prick stood quivering for a second or so, then shot rope after rope of epoxylike fluid into the air, onto the carpet, onto the clothes of the masturbating folk around him, and onto Lisa's muscular calves and thighs.
Two hours later. The group had dressed and departed. There had been the usual debate on whether or not the evening should turn into a hick fest and, as always, half the group had gone away mad, Romo grinned. Ah, the perils of being a master! He understood how Charles Manson must have felt at the height of his alleged hypnotic career.
Romo yawned. It was late, and he needed sleep rather badly. He had been staying up past his bedtime far too often in the past few weeks. Group activities, routine pickups, even reading… there always was something to keep him awake when he should be asleep. Romo glanced at his watch. It was two-thirty A.M. -Time for all decent folk to be in bed. Well, be wasn't decent folk. He remembered that, thinking back over the past few years.
How long had it been now? A year and a half? Two years? The lime had gone by so quickly. In those brief twenty-one or twenty-two months-it was closer to twenty-three months, now that he thought about it-Romo had progressed from impoverished ex-con to… to what? To something better, that was for certain. Good money, good sex. He could fuck more or less at will. He didn't have a steady girl friend, and he would have been at a loss for partners were there a sudden dissolution of the group, but the group had become so well established that it seemed as if it had always been an integral part of his life. For an ex-con, an ex-con who had been imprisoned on a sex charge, no less, he was doing all right.
Nine A.M. The doorbell rang, waking Romo up. 'Just a minute!' he called out, not caring that he couldn't be heard through the soundproofed door. Every door in the apartment was soundproofed, as were the ceiling, floor and walls. It seemed a sensible precaution against nosey neighbors and curious cops. People were likely to call the police if they woke up at four A.M. to the sounds of a full-scale sex orgy.
Romo hurried into the bathroom, emptied his bladder, flushed the toilet and headed for the front door without washing his hands. He unfastened the three bolts and opened the door a notch, using the heavy guard chain for security. 'Lisa!' he said, surprised to find himself facing the dark-haired, fiery-eyed girl.
'You said I was supposed to be here by nine-thirty,' she told him, appearing to be hurt by his failure to remember their appointment.
'Oh?' He furrowed his brow, trying to get everything straight in his head.
'Last night. Before everyone left. Remember?'
'Well, I don't, I-' He thought again. 'Oh, sure. Look, why don't you come in?' He closed the door partway to release the chain, then opened it again and gestured for Lisa to step inside. She crossed the threshold quickly, looking somewhat nervous as she glanced down at his large, flaccid cock.
'You're naked, you know,' she reminded him.
Romo blinked, then grinned. 'You're right, I am.'
'It makes me uneasy.'
Romo chuckled. 'That's just fine.'
Lisa, dressed in velvet bellbottoms and a purple knit top, took up a position on the sofa while she waited for Romo to tell her what to do. He raised his finger as if to silence her, walked quickly to the bedroom, and returned to the living room wearing a black satin robe patterned on a karate expert's coat.
'Last night was fun, wasn't it?' Romo said with a grin.
Lisa shrugged, but her lips were slightly curled in a wry smile. 'You humiliated me, Romo.'
