'What if the neighbors see?' she asked.
'They won't. Mine won't, anyway. The only building with a view of this sun porch is a half-block away, so I don't have to worry about anyone reporting me to the super or beating on my door. No, if someone sees us, we'll simply give him a good show.'
Romo grinned and began to slather the olive oil onto Lisa's back, eventually working the stuff over her shoulders and under her armpits and finally to her small, delicately formed breasts.
'Your nipples.' Romo coated the buds with oil. 'Hmm. Getting hard, aren't they?' he said with a chuckle.
Lisa's reply was cool. 'It's the draft, that's all.'
'What draft? I sure don't have any goose bumps. Hell, the thermostat is set at eighty. degrees. It's a good temperature for nudity, don't you think?' Romo smeared the oil into her cleavage, returned his hand to the can, and filled his palm with another generous dollop of oil. Soon he was slathering the stuff on her belly, into her navel, onto the magnificent briar patch of her pubic hair.
'I'm going to fuck you, Lisa,' he sighed, trying to sound apologetic. 'I know you aren't going to like it, but what the hell. Women were created to serve men. Oh, I know an assertion like that isn't going to win me any plaudits from Women's Lib, but those dames are just a bunch of dykes anyway. Women are man-servers, Lisa,' he said, rubbing the oil into the crevice of her ass. 'Look at their basic design. The cunt is a passive instrument, basically, a receptacle for man's desires. Anything a woman does with it merely enhances the male's pleasure. The male, on the other hand, can hick a woman without bringing her any satisfaction at all. He can introduce fantastic variation into the sex act, all for his own orgasmic well-being. I'd hate to be a woman, Lisa. It must be a tremendous pain in the ass.'
Lisa stiffened, perhaps because Romo's fingers were sliding closer to her asshole as he finished his last sentence, and Romo laughed. 'Sorry' he said. 'Didn't mean to make you nervous about what we're going to be doing a few minutes from now.'
And what an asshole it was, too! He could tell simply by pushing against the anus from the outside that this was going to be a hell of a rectal fuck. There was a swollen quality to the asshole, a taut and firm swollenness, that told him there was a powerful set of muscles under there. A sphincter with spirit, a ring of muscle tissue that was going to squeeze God knew how many ounces of jism out of his angry, aching cock.
He wondered how she had become a lesbian. What the hell was wrong with a healthy man-woman fuck? Licking and sucking were well and good, but there were inherent limitations on the lesbian repertoire. That was the nice thing about heterosexuality-you could use your mouth until you were slobbering all over the bed, and then you could perform sexual calisthenics for hours on end. Man on top, woman on top, side-by-side, dog style, in the pussy, in the ass… no, you couldn't beat man-woman sex. Not in Romo's book. Though he wasn't about to put down bisexuality, since occasional queer acts added even greater scope to one's total sex life.
Romo had smeared olive oil all over Lisa's body by now, and he was adding a second coat, to her rectal crack.
'It feels greasy,' she said.
'Not greasy. Slippery,' he corrected. 'Olive oil has a smooth, anti-frictional texture while Vaseline and other lubricants tend to be sticky. Let's put a little more oil on your ass… ' Romo pushed against her asshole, attempting to force his slippery fingers into the opening, and Lisa pulled away.
'Damn you-' she started to protest, then stopped.
'And your cunt. We mustn't forget your cunt.' He removed his hand from her ass, poured more oil onto the fingers, and plunged the hand into her fur-lined furrow. Lisa jerked away as three fingers forced their way into the opening; Romo simply laughed and pushed deeper inside. 'A little finger fucking is good for you,' he told her. 'Maybe we can drive away some of those dyke tendencies. Pretend that you're sixteen and I'm sixteen, and that I'm finger fucking you in a drive-in theater… ' He thrust his fingers in and out of her twat, relishing the splat-splat sound made by each stroke of knuckles against moist love flesh. He let his thumb creep around until it found her clitoris, whereupon he began to stroke the bud slowly.
Nail scraping lightly along the clit head, whorled ball of the thumb caressing the surrounding tissue, thumb shifting position so it could work itself, with the cunt alongside the fingers, hooking itself around the inner ring of the vaginal sphincter and becoming slick with the gathering juices of Lisa's growing desire.
'So you want to get fucked, huh?' Romo said with a grin. 'Well, you're going to have to beg for it.'
Lisa's laugh sounded more like a' retch. 'Fat chance,' she told him.
'Ah, but you're jumping to conclusions, my dear. You're assuming an inability to achieve heterosexual orgasm before you've given it a fair try.'
'I've been fucked before,' she said angrily.
'Not by me, you haven't. Which reminds me-have you had it in the ass before?'
She shook her head. 'No.' Her reply was quiet, with a hint of fear.
'Be happy, then! You're about to embark on a new adventure!' He pulled his thumb from her twat and pressed it against the clit again, pressing hard and steadily for a moment before rolling the tiny knob to and fro with growing enthusiasm, He could feel her crotch stiffen, then relax beneath his hand. He smiled. She was getting there, willing or not. 'The ass,' he said, 'is the perfect sexual receptacle. It will accommodate a prick of any length and diameter; it will accept any quantity of semen without doing anything stupid like getting pregnant. One needn't worry about its being too loose or wet; it has no natural lubricants, and if it were lacking in muscle tone it wouldn't be able to ride herd on the turds.' Romo could feel the girl's cunt begin to quiver; he smiled, pleased at the response. 'Think of the power of the asshole-the power to take in, to clasp, to expel! And think of the affirmative nature of anal intercourse. At last, after a lifetime of forcing stuff out of your ass-hole, you'll be taking something in!'
Lisa said nothing, but her growing excitement was obvious to Romo, whose fingers had worked their way to the very rear of the girl's cunt, where they were kneading the meaty knob of her cervix. With his spare hand he reached under her body and grabbed her left tit, which he stroked gently, then with increasing vigor until at last he grasped the nipple in his fingers and rolled it to and fro, twisting and pinching it in the process. Lisa whimpered something unintelligible, then groaned.
Ass-fucking time, Romo told himself silently. He pulled his right hand from Lisa's cunt and reached for his cock; the organ was hard. He stared down at it. Its tan sheath wag stretched over the swollen structural tissue, and the purple-red glans peered out of the taut foreskin; Romo pinched the upper portion of the prepuce in two fingers and pulled it to the rear. It came back reluctantly; he had to stretch it like a too small condom being drawn over an oversized cock. When the glans stood free in all its glory, Romo took the cock in his fingers just below the rim. Carefully, unhurriedly, he guided the stiff penis to Lisa's cunt where he let it wallow in the puddlelike vestibule, its knob being coated by her pungent and slippery vaginal juices. And the oil, he thought, grinning. Yes, the oil.
She wanted to take his cock into her pussy. She was shoving the cunt back toward the prong, balancing all of her weight on her parted knees as she held her hands between her thighs and spread the vaginal lips with trembling fingers. He would humor her, Romo decided, but only partway. He would let her think he was going to screw her in the conventional manner, albeit from the rear, and then… He chuckled as he thought of how surprised she was going to be when she felt his cock forcing its way into her ass after all.
'Hurry,' Lisa was moaning, her trunk arched toward the floor now and her head pressed against the floor, scalp and forehead on the carpet, to preserve her body's balance. She was still pulling on the cunt lips with quivering fingers, and once she let go of the right inner flap to run several fingertips over V the juice-slathered underside of Romo's cock. 'What is it you want me to do, Lisa?' Romo said calmly.
'Hurry, hurry!…'
'I know this is going to sound old hat, but I want you to tell me what I'm supposed to do to you. I'm sorry, Lisa, but you'll have to explain your desires.'
'God oh God!…'
'Pretend that you're a character in a classic porno-graphic novel. Say ‘fuck me,' Lisa.'
The girl whimpered, then gasped out the words. 'Fuck me,' she said.
'How do you want me to fuck you, Lisa?' He was grinning, oblivious to the spittle oozing out of one corner of his mouth. 'How do I fuck thee? Let me count the ways… '
'Hard,' she pleaded. 'Now!'
'In the vagina, or in the-'
