'Just fuck me!' she groaned.
'In the ass, Lisa. I want you to say, ‘Fuck me in the ass.''
Lisa hesitated for a moment, but when Romo pinched her clit between two fingers she was unable to resist. 'Fuck me in the… the ass,' she whispered. Then, shouting, 'Oh, God, Fuck me now!'
It was the signal that Romo had been waiting for. Quickly, before the girl could object, he pulled his cock from her pussy's foyer and guided it back toward her asshole, pushing forward when he felt the glans come in contact with the pulsating anal sphincter. The asshole tightened; he could also feel her buttocks stiffening as he pressed against the ass with the lower part of his belly.
'Open up, goddamn it!' he snarled.
'No, no-'
'Shout ‘Fuck me in the ass!'' he warned.
'No, I-'
'Fuck me in the ass!'
'No, I-' She hesitated briefly, then gave in once more. 'Fuck me in the ass!' she cried. Then, even louder, 'Fuck me any way you want to, you selfish pig!'
Romo laughed, long and hard, evil and sadistic. He slammed forward, caught her anal reflexes off guard, forced the thick knob of his prick past the sphincter and into the shithole. He kept shoving, thankful for the thin coating of olive oil and love juice that eased his entrance into her ass.
'Good God!' she moaned.
'Never mind God. Think of my cock in your ass.' Romo took a deep breath and exhaled it in an explosion of air as he pumped the prick another four inches into the bunghole. One more breath, one more lightening of the dunghole. One more constriction of his own anal sphincter for intensity's sake, and.
'GOD!' Lisa cried, writhing in pain as the full, seven-plus inches of his masculinity filled her tight, virgin ass. He could feel the fecal leakage adhering to his pubic hair; he could also feel her asshole twitching around his cock's shaft, trying to expel it as it would have pushed out a rock-hard turd.
'How do I fuck thee? Let me count the ways.' He said it aloud this time, chuckling before continuing. 'I fuck thee in the asshole, I fuck thee in the cunt. I fuck thee while you whimper, I hick thee and I grunt. I hick thee with my cock head, I fuck thee with my dong. I fuck thee till I feel your asshole tighten round my prong…'
The pain, the humiliation, the obscenity of his poetry, the mocking quality of his vocal tone… all combined to make Lisa react more powerfully than ever, and Romo felt his own guts begin to gurgle as Lisa forgot her fear and literally threw herself into the act. Thrashing, writhing female flesh… what could be nicer?
'I fuck thee with my penis, I fuck thee hard like this… and when, at last, it's over, upon thee I will piss.' He was laughing now, a hysterical quality to the guffaws which emanated from his chest even as he fucked progressively harder in Lisa's quivering, hurting ass. He felt her sphincter tighten even more, and then there was a moment's suspension of all movement on her part as she tried to stay at the point before orgasm, at the delightful quivering stage just before all hell was to break loose…
'Oh God!' Romo almost jerked his cock from her ass when she cried out and thrust her anus backward, catching him completely by surprise. He restrained himself just in time, forcing his cock forward into the asshole and closing his eyes to relish the powerful spasms that had taken hold of her sphincter. One, two, three… he lost count. He held his breath, stiffened his back and his buff and his thighs, tightened his asshole and clenched his jaw as he tried to catch up with her, tried to match her rhythm.
One, two, three… 'Motherfuck!' The thrusts had given away to spurts, the semen was coming up out of his balls and prostate to squirt through his penis and into Lisa's asshole, where it lined the cavity like Pepto-Bismol, acting like an enema in the impacted shit. Romo felt like screaming, such was the intensity of his pleasure. But then he felt Lisa's body relaxing, her asshole loosening its grip, and his own orgasm faded away as her rectum slowly slid off his prick and her body slumped to the floor.
'Lisa?' He was flopped on the floor beside her, his right hand resting on her ass.
'Hunnh-' She couldn't say anything; she was too tired to do anything but gasp.
'Show me a dyke who can fuck yon like that, baby.'
'Hunnh.'
There was a sudden gurgling in Lisa's intestines, and Romo couldn't help laughing when she jumped up and ran for the John.
It was in his role as counselor that Romo truly found emotional satisfaction. One of the nicest things about being President of the Group for Sensual Involvement was that the members, both male and female, had a compelling need to confess their problems to their leader and mentor. Romo was a combination sexologist, psychiatrist and priest. Girls would come to him to confess their frigidity, to inform him that they wanted to join the group in the hope that the total abandonment of moral principles would lead to the disappearance of their inhibitions: Men would confess the need to beat women, or to humiliate them through coprophilia or urolagnia, and Romo would often became excited as he listened to it all.
Of course, there were problems in paradise. Romo was making a great deal of money, and he was enjoying his work, but he knew that his group could only grow so far. When it reached a certain point, it would be difficult for him to provide the personal touch that his members demanded. Furthermore, he suspected that he would soon become satiated with all this sex. He was a participant at one moment and a voyeur the next. Sex had become the driving force-indeed, almost the only force-in his life. He thought back to his youth, to dreams of trips abroad and a hitch in the navy or the merchant marine and expensive cars. He didn't have time for the cars, let alone the merchant marine or foreign travel. He barely had time to read the Sunday papers. Romo was working •a seven- day week, playing Christ figure to a flock of disciples. He knew that he couldn't keep it up forever. The whole scene was beginning to wear him out already and he had occasional spells of depression moments when he almost wished he'd never conceived the idea of the group at all.
And the legal risks-Christ, he almost puked every time he thought of the law. What he was doing certainly wasn't legal in a sense he was little better than a pimp. He was taking money to provide people the chance to fuck and to commit the strangest, most despicable perversions. He'd been providing his members with almost everything short of necrophilia. And he suspected he'd have to provide that before long.
Romo didn't know how many years he could get for this sort of activity, but he did know that he was bound to get caught if he kept this game up forever. The cops weren't stupid; slow, maybe, but not stupid. The larger his group became, the more likely it was that some cop might infiltrate it or that some disgruntled member might bring GSI to the attention of the police. The whole thing was depressing to think about, and it would be even more depressing if it came to pass.
'Romo?' Lisa was addressing him, her voice so low as to be almost inaudible.
'Talk louder. I can't hear you.'
'I don't know how to say this, Romo, but-' she hesitated. 'I did enjoy that, you know.'
'I figured as much,' he said with tongue firmly planted in cheek.
'I'd been fucked before, but not in the ass.'
'Uh-huh.'
'I never liked being fucked the regular way. It made me feel… well, used. Like I'm in Women's Lib, you know? Some of the girls use the word cunt to describe a woman who sells out to a man. You know, the kind of girl who marries some lawyer and lives unhappily ever after tending to the dirty diapers of a bunch of snot-nosed kids.'
Romo nodded as she looked him in the eye.
'So I have this emotional thing about being a cunt. Which probably has something to do with the fact that I'm uptight about using my cunt. Even when I'm with another girl, making it with a lez like Jan, I don't find myself particularly turned on by having a bunch of fingers crammed up my twat. It's the clitoris that counts, and maybe the love lips. My asshole, too, when someone's thoughtful enough to give it a digital cleaning job. And today… ' She closed her eyes and I shuddered. 'Well, Romo, it was nice.'
Romo picked at his nose for a moment, then spoke a quiet, almost fatherly tone. 'What are you going to do now?' he asked.
'Huh?' She frowned. 'How do you mean?'
'I mean are you going to stick to dykes, or are you going to open yourself up to other men?'
She glared at him. 'I let you fuck my ass, didn't I?'
