Romo slept till ten in the morning, and when he awoke be found Tess lying beside him, her naked body concealed from the waist down by the rumpled sheet. Romo lifted the sheet gingerly and stared at her hair-strewn mons; there was something inexplicably lovely about the curve of a woman's lower belly, the way the hair grew in a thin line from the navel and suddenly blossomed into triangular fullness where the abdomen merged with the pubic mound. Romo reached out and touched the girl's fur. She didn't react. He moved a finger downward, cautiously sliding it between her thighs and into the crack of her cunt. The slit felt moist, almost juicy. Romo's cock tingled. He was about to proceed still further when the phone rang. Tess slept on while Romo went to the bathroom to take the call.
"Hello?" He spoke guardedly. You never knew who might be calling.
"It's me-Lisa. Look, can I come over?"
Romo frowned. "Well, I-" He paused. "I've got a house guest," he explained lamely.
There was a brief silence at the other end of the line; it was followed by a nervous laugh. "I get it. You've got a girl in there with you, right? Okay, okay, I won't bother you. If I'm not good enough for you…" Her voice trailed off.
"Christ!" Romo muttered. What was he to say? "Alright, I do have a girl in the apartment. But it isn't because you aren't good enough for me, it's because she didn't have a place to stay. And yes, we did fuck." He stopped, wondering how she'd react to that bit of Information.
"I still want to come over," Lisa told him. Her voice took on a pleading quality as she continued, "I've got to see you, damn it!"
"Be here at twelve. We'll have lunch."
"We who?"
He laughed. "The three of us."
"Oh," She sounded disappointed.
"What do you want me to do, turn my house guest out? Throw her out on the street?"
"No," she said resentfully.
"Twelve, then."
‘"Thanks."
Romo shrugged, hung up the receiver, and returned to the bedroom. Tess was waiting for him, awake and seemingly more naked than ever. Her legs were parted so that he could see her cunt lips, and there was a glistening hint of moisture on the edges of the swelling crack.
"Got something in mind?" Romo was grinning; he was still nude, and his cock was already growing hard.
"Yes."
"Want to give me a blow job?"
"Not this morning," she said, shaking her head.
"What do you want then?" His cock twitched; he licked his lips as he felt the stiff flesh become literally hot with desire.
"I thought we could make love."
"Any particular position?"
She grinned. "You're the boss."
Romo crawled onto the bed and lowered his face to her pussy. He sought out her clit, finally moistening its tiny knob with his tongue. Tess gasped and jabbed her fingernails into his temples. Romo kept it up, slathering spittle on her clit and depositing a slick trail of the stuff in her crack and on down to her asshole.
"Jesus!" she whispered excitedly.
Romo chuckled and stuck his tongue deep into the fissure, savoring the taste and pressing his stiff cock against the smooth satin sheet.
He was in her five minutes, and out again in fifteen.
Lisa arrived early, at seven minutes to twelve. Romo invited her in and gave her a Bloody Mary.
"You could use one, from the look of you," he said only half-jokingly; then he introduced her to Tess, who seemed no more eager to meet Lisa than Lisa was to meet Tess.
"You two should get along famously," Romo said, wondering which girl would try the lady wrestler bit first.
"I was hoping for a private talk," Lisa said quietly.
"Sorry." He shock his head firmly. "This is a group therapy outfit, remember? If you've got something to get off your chest, you'll have to do it in company."
Romo led the two girls into the kitchen. Tess offered to do the cooking, but he told her to sit down. Working quickly, he prepared three Spanish omelets and produced French bread and white wine. The three of them ate with Romo leading off the conversation.
"What's the problem?" he asked Lisa, noting that she seemed a bit paler than usual.
"It's the same thing as always. You know." She seemed reluctant to talk in front of Tess.
"Have you seen Jan lately?"
"No."
"Then why the sudden need to come over here?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just felt lonely."
"Why haven't you seen Jan?"
"She's been… busy."
Romo toyed with a piece of French bread. "Busy in what way?"
"I don't know. She didn't explain."
"And you think it's another girl?"
Lisa started. "God, what an awful thing to say."
"Let's not fuck around, Lisa. You're obviously worried about Jan's activities… Aren't you?"
"I-" Lisa bit her lip, then tried to look Romo in the eye. "Say it," she insisted.
"All right. Jan is screwing around on the side. Or licking around, to be more precise." He laughed. "And you're jealous."
She shook her head. "Not jealous. Afraid."
"Afraid of what?"
"I'm afraid to lose a friend. I-" She took a healthy slug of wine. "I don't have many friends, Romo."
"I see."
There were a few moments of silence while everyone tried to think of something to say. Finally Romo turned to Tess; who hadn't said anything at all.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"About what?"
He nodded toward Lisa. "Does she strike you as the lesbian type?"
Lisa flushed as Tess studied her carefully.
"I can't tell by looking at her," Tess said at last. "Hell, what do I know about lesbians?"
Romo laughed. "Okay. We've settled one thing, at least… Lisa, you don't look like a dyke. Not to the average person in any case. And to tell you the truth, I don't think you're any more upset about Jan's stepping out on you than you are about mine. Take Tess here… you seemed rather put off when you learned that I had a house guest. Right?"
"I suppose," Lisa replied rather reluctantly.
"And if I were to fuck her right now, in front of you… " He looked at Lisa, wondering how she would react. She said nothing for a moment or two, then muttered something that he couldn't understand. "What was that?" he asked.
"Nothing."
‘Please," he insisted.
"You're humiliating me again."
He laughed. "Uh-uh. I'm merely frying to find out what makes you tick. Tell you what. Some people are coming over this evening. The usual orgy scene-heterosexual, for the most part, with a few horny young guys on hand. I'd like you to come."
Lisa eyed him suspiciously. "What for?"
"I want you to make love with them. One of them anyway. I'll let you pick him out, or I'll do it for you."
Lisa thought it over. "I don't think so," she finally said.
"Why not?"
"I just don't like the idea."
Romo shrugged. "It's a proven method, you know. GSI, I mean. My group therapy approach. I can't guarantee that it's going to work tonight, but it's worth a try. I think you've built up a wall of resistance where I'm concerned. You want to come when we're fucking, but you've told yourself not to, perhaps because you think of it as yet another form of humiliation. You didn't want to let me dominate you; you're afraid to let me bring you to climax because it implies that I'm somehow the winner, that rye fucked you into admitting that I'm as useful to you as Jan is. But if you make it with another guy tonight He paused for emphasis. "I think you get the idea."
"No, I don't."
"Sure you do. It'll give you a chance to make it with a man who couldn't care less whether you're a lesbian. All he's going to care about is whether you're a good fuck."
"And what if I'm not a good fuck?"
Romo laughed. "Don't worry. You are. You may be a bitch at limes, but in your way you're a very good fuck."
It took him another fifteen minutes of arguing with her, but at long last Romo convinced Lisa to give his plan a try.
Something went CLICK-CLICK in his mind, and his thoughts fluttered back to still another time in his tormented life.
The crime had occurred when Romo was twenty-two. He got eight years for it. Somehow the whole scene seemed a tiny bit unfair.
He had committed the crime almost by accident; it wouldn't have happened if the girl hadn't been such a cockteaser. She had begun the seduction process; it hadn't been his fault, not at all. Donna was twelve years old, but she was a very mature nymphet, one who obviously knew, what sex was all about. He certainly hadn't figured her for a virgin, considering that she'd practically unzipped him and yanked out his cock within minutes of their encounter in the Sears, Roebuck parking, lot.
Hi. There he'd been, climbing into his clunker of a Ford, when the sexy little blonde came up to him and thrust her pelvis forward as she stood there with legs parted and hands folded behind her ass.
"Hi," he replied noncommittally, grinding the starter without any initial success.
"Having trouble with your car?"
"It'll start. Always does." He gave it another dose of juice; the starter fought valiantly for fifteen seconds until Romo switched the ignition off again. "What a bitch," he muttered.
The girl's ears perked up. "Are you talking about me?'"
He looked at her, wondering what she was up to, then grinned. "No. I'm talking about the goddamn car."
"Oh." She continued to watch as he tried to start the automobile.
"Can I go for a ride with you?" she asked a little while late; when the engine had finally started.
"Christ, no. You're just a kid."
"I can fuck real good."
Jesus! He didn't believe his ears.
"I don't have any hair on my pussy, just a little fuzz," she said as she leaned against the window frame. "I'll bet you haven't fucked anything like that in a long time."
Romo gulped. "No, I guess not."
She was licking her lips, provocatively. Was it on purpose? Romo felt his cock turn hard.
"You've got a stiff one, don't you?" the girl said with a giggle.
"I-" He glanced at his trousers; there was a very prominent bulge where his cock was fighting to burst through the fabric. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
She laughed again. "My name is Donna."
"It is, huh?"
"Yes, it is." She met his eyes, there was something cold, almost calculating, about the way she stared at him. "What's yours?" she asked.
"Romo."
"Is that your first name or your last?"
"Neither. It's just Romo, It's the only name I go by."
She seemed not to care. "Okay. Look, do I get the ride?"
Romo thought it over. "What if someone sees us? You can't be more than thirteen and-"
"Twelve."
"Shit. Well, I'm twenty-two, and-"
"No one's going to see us. I'll keep my head down low."
He gave the engine a little gas, afraid it might stall. "Why are you so eager for a ride in my car?"
"I want you to fuck me, silly. You look like the kind of man I can trust to screw me without telling everyone about it afterwards."
Romo inhaled deeply, then gestured toward the passenger door. "Get in," he said. He reached across and opened the door for her, chivalry seemed in order if a fuck was in the works. "Where do we go?" he asked when she was in the car.
"Any place. Wherever you want to go."
"I've got an apartment. More of a room, really. I use the bathroom down the hall."
She looked at him. "Do you have privacy?"
"Enough."
"Will anyone see us go in?"
"Not at this time of day. The old lady who rents the room to me is visiting her sister, and the guy down the hail works till six in the evening."
She grinned. "Okay."
"You're sure about this?" he asked, not quite believing what was happening to him.
"I want you to fuck me," she repeated firmly.
Gad, Romo thought. It was almost too good to be true.
He took her up the back stairs, not wanting anyone to notice from across the street. He unlocked the kitchen door, showed her inside, and led her down the hallway to his room. "It isn't much, but it's home," he said as he gave her a nudge toward the bed.
"It's very nice," she said. "A double bed too!"
He grinned. "That was one of the reasons why I took the room."
The girl was slow to undress. She seemed nervous. He wondered why.
"Look, if you're not sure-" he said hesitantly.
"Oh, I'm sure."
"Then why don't I go down the hall and undress in the bathroom while you-"
"No. I'll use the bathroom." She giggled. "I have to take a pee."
Romo watched her go down the corridor toward the bathroom; she was wearing tight shorts, and he could see the cheeks of her ass wiggle from side to side as she walked. She had a nice ass, especially for a twelve-year-old. He hoped she wouldn't be too nervous. He had suggested that they undress in separate rooms simply because it would be easier for her that way. Romo's cook was rigid, aching, and he couldn't stand the idea that she might become frightened during the undressing process and change her mind…
He was naked, his cook sticking out in front of him when she came back into the room. She was also stripped to the skin, and was carrying her clothes in a neatly folded pile. "Set them over there," he said, gesturing toward the night stand.
"Am I pretty?" She was blushing in a way that made him hornier than ever.
"Yes." He stared at her crotch, which was smooth except for the barest hint of blond fuzz on the lips between her thighs. "You're fantastic," he said, moving closer to her and reaching out to touch the tiny swellings of her breasts.
She was mature, all right, not so much in body as in the way that she carried herself. She didn't seem to mind when he toyed.with her nipples, and she bit her lip shyly but eagerly when he took her in his arms and pressed her close to him, with his stiff cock pushing against her belly.
"It's so big," she said as she touched his prick hesitantly. "I can play with it, can't I?" She seemed unaware of the proper procedure. Romo suddenly wondered if she was so experienced after all.
"Play with it all you want," he said, looking at her. Was she a phony? Suddenly he felt her fingers gripping his cock tightly, with her thumb kneading the sensitive place on the underside, just below the knob.
No, she couldn't be an amateur. She was too damned good. No novice could squeeze him that way; no rank beginner could make his cock swell to even greater size…
"You can fuck me now," she said quietly.
He laughed. "Not yet. Why don't I play with you first?" He gently removed her fingers from his cock and lifted her like a baby; he felt a surge of pleasure as one of her dangling legs rubbed against the stiff and tender glans. He carried her to the bed and put her down on it, pushing her legs well apart and shoving her feet back toward her ass so that her knees were a foot or more off the bed. "I'm going to eat you out," he told her. "Do you think you'd like that? Huh?"
She licked her lips again. The gesture was so goddamn sexy! "Sure."
Her slit was perfect. So young, so tight, so soft with its sparse coating of pubescent down. He bent over and 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.