Chapter 6

She showed up atone P.M. the following day, and she looked troubled.

“What’s up?” Romo asked, wondering why she had come.

Lisa tossed her purse on a chair and paced toward the far end of the room. “It’s Jan,” she said. “I’m confused about our relationship. Much more confused than I was before.”

Romo mixed a couple of drinks. “Bloody Mary? They’re good at this time of day.” He offered one of the glasses to Lisa, who took it without much interest. Romo quaffed his drink while she sipped at hers.

“I love Jan,” Lisa said firmly. “I’ve told you that, of course. It still holds true.”

“So why did you come to visit?”

“It’s-” She put her glass on the coffee table and sat down on the couch. “It’s not that I don’t love her,” she went on. “I mean, I do love her. We’re like… like… ” She groped for the right word.

“Sisters?” Romo suggested.

“No!” Lisa shook her head vehemently. “Not like sisters. Like lovers. I mean, we are lovers. Have been, still are. It’s just that… well, I’ve started to think about it, you know, because of what you were saying about how I was deprived of male companionship during my formative years. And I’ve begun to wonder if maybe you aren’t right, at least partly. I do love Jan, you see, but perhaps I have an even greater capacity to love men. A capacity for… for fucking men.” She laughed self-consciously. “Or maybe I should say a capacity for letting men fuck me.”

“It’s possible,” Romo said, smiling. “But I can’t be sure.”


Lisa suddenly looked glum; “Here I am,” she said. “An adult female who doesn’t know what she wants. I love Jan, and I love having sex with Jan, but I have so little to compare it to where hetero stuff is concerned. I’ve had you fuck me, and it’s been… well, different. But is it good? I mean, is it really enjoying it if you have to combine an orgasm with humiliation? You do humiliate me, Romo. How do I know if I can be fucked by a man and enjoy it without humiliation? Maybe I’m a masochist, heterosexually speaking…” Her voice trailed off as she considered the possibility, and she suddenly took a large swallow of her drink.

“What are you getting at?” Romo asked quietly.

“I think you know.” She blushed.

“Don’t be coy with me, Lisa.”

“I’m not being coy. I’m being ” she giggled nervously. “All right, I’m being coy.”

“You want to experiment, is that it?”


“You want me to fuck you again?”

“That’s it,” she said so softly that it came out almost as a whisper. “Exactly.”

Romo chuckled. “But you want it minus the humiliation?”

“Yes. I want to see if I can come when you fuck me nicely.”

“What if I can’t do it nicely?” he asked. “What if I’ve got to harass the living shit out of you so I can have an orgasm?”

She looked him in the eye. “Then you can go without an orgasm.”

Romo laughed and touched her knee. “I think I like you,” he said.

“That’s what Jan told me before we fell in love.” Lisa sighed, finished her Bloody Mary, and reached for the button of her blue denim shirt.

She looked good with her clothes off. Better than almost any woman he could think of, in fact. There was something deliciously appealing about the olive skin, the taut little muscles, the abundant curls at the junction of her thighs. She looked like a coiled spring that wanted to break free from its mounts. She looked like a… oh, hell, he didn’t know what she looked like, he only knew that she looked incredibly sexy, like an irresistible piece of ass. And she was irresistible, to Romo. He could barely wait to slick his cock into her snatch…

“Romo?” Lisa sounded nervous as she folded her clothes neatly and placed them on the coffee table.


“Let’s do it in the bedroom, not in here.”


Romo followed Lisa to the bedroom, his cock sticking out in front of him in a quivering erection. The organ was twitching slightly; it was a purely involuntary reaction. God, her ass looked great. The small olive-skinned cheeks wiggled and contracted, undulated and softened with every step. Every muscle seemed to be visible through the skin; yet the muscles were rounded, feminine, smooth rather than bulging. The ass looked so eminently fuckable, Romo thought ruefully. Today, alas, he would have to screw her by the conventional route.

“What do we do first?’ she asked worriedly as she eyed his cock.

“You can begin by lying down.”

“On the bed?”

He laughed. “Where else?” He gave her a slight nudge with his cock, and she crawled onto the bed. “On your back,” he said. “Spread your legs so I can see your cunny. There-hold it just like that.” He stared at her, feasted his eyes on her swollen inner lips, the flaps were glistening already, moist with anticipation and desire. So she was a lesbian, eh? Her body said something different. It said that she wanted to be Lucked, and not in an hour or two either.

“Romo… ” She sounded nervous again.


“Promise me something.”

“Sure.” He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch her clit. She jerked slightly, then regained her self-control.

“Promise that you’ll be gentle,” she begged. “Really. Promise that you won’t humiliate me. I know you can make me come by treating me like a whore, but I want to see if you can do it by fucking me with,… ” She paused.

“Yes?” He toyed with her right inner lip.

“Well, tenderly.”

“With love,” he said. “That’s what you meant to say, Isn’t it? You want to see if you can come when I fuck you with love.”

“Yes,” she said meekly.

“You want to see if I’m as desirable as Jan when I fuck you without the sado-maso element.”

“Yes.” She was trembling slightly; was it fear or a reaction to his finger on her snatch?

“We should be fucking, not talking,” he told her.

“I know,” she breathed.

Romo chuckled softly and took his hand from her twat, simultaneously bending forward and moving his legs up on the bed so he could stick his face in her pussy and eat her like a banana split…

She tastes like fish. Romo closed his eyes and savored the flavor and aroma. What the hell, he liked ash. Eating Lisa was like dining on red snapper, and that was fine with him. He stuck his tongue into the vestibule of her cunt and’ wiggled it to and fro. Lisa gasped and mumbled something unintelligible. He did it again. This time she whimpered and ran her fingers through her hair.

I’m going to fuck you, he thought. Nicely, the way you want it. He thought of her asshole, and the anus that seemed so much more desirable than any other asshole that he’d ever fucked. Ah, well, today it would have to be her cunt. And why not? He couldn’t complain, not really. Her asshole was nice-he liked its tightness, its powerful musculature-but her cunt wasn’t anything to bitch about. He wouldn’t mind shoving his cock into it. And shove it in he would-in a few minutes froth now.

“Mmmmmm,” she said softly. Romo moved his tongue to her clit. This time she stiffened her thighs and dug her fingernails into his skull. He pursed his lips over the clit and sucked gently; she cried out and tightened her legs about his head. And he was being gentle! What do you know about that, he thought. She might have a climax yet.

“Vvvvvooooo…” Romo pursed his lips more tightly and hummed, forcing the air through the small mouth opening at the same time. The vibration made his lips tingle, and it obviously made Lisa’s cunt tingle as well. She let out a little cry and begged’ him, almost unintelligibly, not to stop. He didn’t stop. He increased the volume of the humming, simultaneously moving a finger along her perineum to the hole of her cunt and on inside. He hooked the finger into the opening and applied upward pressure; the combination of pressure ‘from his finger and mouth was almost too much for Lisa, who lifted her ass off the bed and uttered a long, shuddering sigh.

Tenderness? I’ll give you tenderness, he thought. He let his thumb move into position in the crack of her ass, and, as he ate her and finger fucked her, he simultaneously began to stroke the dimpled asshole with the ball of his thumb. She likes it, he thought. She likes it a lot! Sure enough, she was pressing her asshole against the thumb, farting lightly as he dug the nail into the dry inner surfaces of her ass cheeks, and she was whimpering meaningless syllables as he increased the loudness of his humming and dug the thumbnail deeper into her ass.

But no, he was going too far. The ass bit would have to be kept under control; he would have to be certain not to stick the thumb into the anus, not to do anything which might excite her through pain or humiliation. Was thumbnail sex tender? Probably not. Romo sighed, pulled his thumb from the crack of her ass, and softened the intensity of his oral-genital vibe job. Tenderness-that was the ticket. Gentleness was the name of the game.

“Do it,” she whispered suddenly. “Now!” she begged.

“Fuck you?” He pulled his mouth from her crotch and stared up at her face, seeing the upper half of her body in distortion as if gazing through a wide-angle lens. Her head was half-hidden by her heaving tits, and her enormous pubic thatch ‘rose up like a heavily timbered mountain.

“Yes,” she begged. “Now!”

Romo smiled. He was tempted to laugh, but he resisted the urge. No, she might hear him and get the wrong idea. She wanted love, right? He’d give her love, then, or a reasonable facsimile thereof.

“All right,” he said quickly. ‘Tm going to put it in you now, Lisa. I want you to enjoy it. Here… ” He knelt between her thighs with his cock head grazing the slippery vestibule of her pussy. “I’m going to slide it in, and I want you to count out the inches.” He said it affectionately so she wouldn’t think he was giving her the humiliation routine.

“One… ” She giggled as an inch or so of sock went in, “Two?” She wasn’t sure, he could tell by her tone. “Three… four?” She giggled again. “Five inches? Oh, God, Romo, I can’t take any more… “

But she did take more-about two inches more to be exact. She swallowed what seemed like an endless quantity of cock, and he felt her slick and swollen cunt lips pressing against his pubic hair. Yes, she’d swallowed all of him, every last inch. Christ, he couldn’t believe it. Her cunt was tight, muscle-bound, but, in terms of depth it seemed like a bottomless pit.

“I’m going to start moving now,” he told her. “I’ll begin slowly. Tell me if it isn’t fast enough.” He breathed deeply, braced his arms against the bed and began a steady thrusting rhythm. “I’ll speed up as you become more interested… ” His voice trailed off as he shut his eyes and concentrated on the delightful sensations that were building up in his cock.

Forward. Forward, yes, into the bottomless pit. Backward. Not a retreat, but a recoil-a reaction to the powerful delights of each, forward thrust. Forward, backward; forward, backward; one, two; three, four; count it out, hup two three four, count each movement, breathe between thrusts, establish a carefully worked-out rhythm involving fucking, breathing, heartbeat, stiffening of the gluteal muscles, twitching of the cock…

Romo looked down at Lisa. He saw that the girl’s mouth was quivering. What the fuck? He moved a little faster. Now he noticed a drop of moisture at the corner of her left eye. Was she crying? He rotated his hips slightly, hoping the extra fillip would turn her on. Hey, what’s going on? Her eyes opened for the briefest of milliseconds, just long enough to let a few tears trickle out, and then the lids closed tightly while Romo muttered silent words of disbelief and moved his cock faster in her cunt, hoping she’d react to the sensations which, presumably, were flowing through her loins…

Shit, she was slowing down. Now she was stopping completely, just lying there with her ass on the bed. Her cunt muscles were tight, still; yet they didn’t seem quite as taut as they had been a minute before and now she was loosening the sphincter, letting the pussy go limp as if she’d given up completely.

What’s wrong? he thought. Finally, getting up the energy to speak, he said it out loud, “What’s wrong?” He stared down at Lisa, his cock still pumping away in her pussy, and he thought he saw a flicker of her eyelids. Look at me, he thought. Tell me what the fuck’s going on! But she didn’t do anything of the kind. She wouldn’t, or perhaps she couldn’t open her eyes and meet his gaze. Something was wrong, but he couldn’t tell what, and she didn’t seem about to discuss it with him.

“Come on,” he groaned at last. “God, what the hell is the matter?” He stiffened his ass and thrust his cock into her-hard, hoping to jar her out of her depression. But no, she just lay there, limper than ever.

“I love you,” he gasped. He didn’t mean it, or at least he thought he didn’t mean it, but he hoped it might work, “I love you!” he groaned. “More than Jan does!” Still no reaction. Holy fucking shit!

He looked down at her. The tears were oozing from her closed eyelids. Her mouth was open now-an inch or so, the teeth glistening with spittle, her Adam’s apple jerking in silent sobs. “Come on,” he begged, genuinely wanting her to enjoy it. “Please,” he pleaded, but to no avail.

Goddamn it. He felt sorry for her; yet at the same time he felt angry because of the way she’d fucked both of them out of pleasure. He hadn’t felt like humiliating her, and he didn’t want to do it now, but what the hell was he supposed to do? He had to come; there was no alternative to squirting his seed into her guts.

“I’m going to come,” he choked out at last. “Ready or not, here I come.” He stiffened his hack, took a deep gulping breath, gritted his teeth, and prepared for the inevitable, There was a pressure, a surge of warmth, and then…

“Sheeeyit…!” It was a curse, an orgasmic groan of anger and disgust. Romo felt ashamed of himself, though he knew that what had happened wasn’t his fault. He had tried, hadn’t he? He plugged away at her, shot his gobs of semen into her cunt, yet each spurt of jism seemed less pleasurable than the one before it.

“Are you finished?” she asked softly flatly, as if she were afraid to show any emotion.

Romo stopped his thrusting and pulled out, his cock still half-hard with tension. “Yes,” he replied.

“I’m sorry,” she said, a tremor creeping into her voice.


“I don’t know what went wrong.”

Neither do I, he thought.

She opened her eyes and gazed up at him. She seemed afraid. “I’m sorry,” she said again, this time a little more forcefully.

“So am I,” he said without expression.

“It wasn’t good for you, was it?”

“Not especially.”

“Oh, God…!” She turned her head to one side and began to sob more noisily.

“Don’t cry,” he told her. “I can’t stand to hear people crying…” Shit, he thought, climbing off her and rolling onto his back. Well, you had your good days and you had your bad days. This had been a bad day-no doubt about that.


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