Chapter 16

She was wearing her short robe and nothing else when the soft knock sounded on her door.

She crossed the room quickly and quietly in her bare feet. When she opened the door, she found only the tall, shy young leader of the band standing there, hesitant and visibly embarrassed.

She stuck her head out the door and looked both ways. There was no one else in sight. She tugged at the tall one's wrist, bringing him into the room, and closed the door behind him, smiling a puzzled smile of greeting. He looked even younger in the lamp-lighted room that he'd looked in the dimness of the pavilion.

"Where are the others?" she asked.

"They be here later," he said. "One at a time."

"Why?" she asked, but she knew, even as she asked. They were being polite. They thought she wanted privacy, with each of them. It wasn't privacy she wanted, she thought. It was their stiff young privates.

"Isn't that the way you wanted us to come to you?"

"No," she said. "But never mind. I don't even know your name." As if it mattered.

"Juan."

"Call me Lynn."

She took him by the hand and led him over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, letting her robe fall open, her breasts bobbing out, the nipples tightening upward.

She saw his eyes drop to feast on her body, and she followed his gaze downward. Between her slightly parted legs, the top portion of her slit was visible in its nest of dampening curls, pink now in the light. Her cunt had been shadowed in the bar, she realized, and let her legs fall farther apart, the now-pouting pussy lips parting too.

She looked up at Juan's face. He was staring, rapt, his eyes wide. He seemed so young, now. He was certainly the youngest of the quartet of musicians, leader or not.

And despite all the exposure of Lynn's luscious flesh, he was still shy, hesitant. All except for the rigid length now visible down one pants leg.

"Why don't you get out of your clothes, Juan?" she asked very quietly. "After all, I'm not hiding anything from you."

He hesitated only a moment, then drew his shirt off over his head. He looked at her then, a long, indefinable look of combined lust and worship, and turned his back and stripped off his tight trousers.

He wore nothing underneath. He had a beautiful body, lean and long-muscled, with not a gram of fat on the whole olive-ivory length of it. He hesitated another long second, then turned around toward her, slowly.

Her eyes spent little time on his splendidly muscled chest and shoulders and belly. Her gaze riveted on the length of his oaken cock, standing out stiffly from a thick growth of gleaming black hair, holding an angle of almost forty-five degrees above the horizontal. It was long, not thick and not slender, with a heavy collar of soft, mahogany-hued skin around the neck and the base of the head itself. The head was a deep brownish purple, and larger in diameter than the long cock shaft. Like a knuckle-less fist above a stiff, upraised wrist.

When she sat up straight, with Juan facing her directly, the tiny vertical eye in the center of his purple cockhead seemed to wink at her.

And yet, somehow, he was still shy, still hesitant. He just stood there. And all at once she knew what to do about that condition. Right that second, she knew just exactly what to do.

"Would you like me to kiss it?" she asked, smiling up at him. For the first time since entering the room, he smiled back at her.

"Si, senora," he said. "Si. Oh, yes."

She put her left hand behind his smooth, lean right hip and drew him closer to the bed. Tenderly, she placed her left thumb under his up-pulsing prick at the base, and applied a very slight pressure so it stood almost straight up.

She leaned forward, parted her lips, and with the tip of her tongue touched the soft wrinkling of skin at the neck of the shaft, just beneath the head, then gathered the sliding folds between her lips in a series of tiny, sucking kisses.

All she could hear was the drip of the shower through the open door to the bathroom, and Juan's breathing, fast and irregular, as if he were in pain.

She took her thumb away from the base of his cock and let it spring straight out, then took the head into her mouth and ran her tongue down under the shaft, licking, first back and forth, then side-ways. She folded her right hand around the lower shaft of his rock-hard dork. The soft glove of skin over the hardness of the shaft felt like velvet to her exploring touch.

Lynn put her hands around behind his concave buttocks and took the whole purple head and as much of the hard oaken shaft as would fit comfort-ably into her mouth, and started sucking, moving her head back and forth like a feeding bird, her lips soft but tight around his shaft, her tongue licking and smothering his undercook. His hips started thrusting forward spasmodically as he fucked into her mouth.

His shyness was gone, now, she knew. And she wanted that hard young cock where it belonged, deep in her hot, wet, squirming cunt.

She took her mouth away from his straining prick, lingering for one soft kiss at the tip, and smiled damply up at him.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked. It sounded almost plaintive to her own ears.

"Oh, si, senora," he said. "Oh, yes, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you very much."

"Well, fuck me very much, then," she said, slipping the rest of the way out of her robe and lying back on the bed, her legs spread wide, her knees up, in the classic pose of eager welcome. "Fuck me now. Fuck me very much."

As he knelt between her open thighs she took his straining, swollen cock between her thumb and fore-finger, holding it by the soft shawl of skin at the neck, just below the swollen head, and guided it to the wet, open lips of her soundlessly gasping cunt.

She moved the tip of his cock up and down in the slippery wet entrance, lubricating it, then guided it between the parted outer lips, then in, deep, between the impatient, clutching inner lips.

Juan took over then, driving the entire length of his eager dork into her, in one consummate thrust. She held him there for a second, her ankles crossed behind him, the base of his cock jammed against her mound, his hair pressed into hers. She held her cunt tight against him, grinding in small, sensuous circles.

Then she released the pressure of her legs behind him, gradually. He was so young, she thought, looking up into the tense face above hers. So young.

"Slow, now, Juan," she said. "Fuck me good, fuck me deep, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. But fuck me slow."

Delmont's own sexless librarian, she thought, she of the horn-rimmed glasses, telling this slim young guitar-playing Spaniard how she wanted to be fucked.

His cock was deep in her now, so deep, buried to the hilt in her tender, squirming, sensation-hungry cunt.

"Si, senora," Juan said. "I fuck you deep, I fuck you slow."

He drew his cock back until only the head remained inside her gulping, clutching cunt, and she tightened the inner lips around the neck of his shaft, once, twice, three squeezing times.

"Ooooh," he murmured, involuntarily, and began to pump his now-demanding cock in and out of her ravenously sucking cunt with deep, sure, firm thrusts.

For a time, then, she wasn't in this bed, in this room, in this country, anymore. She was somewhere else in place, and somewhere else in time. It was as if the inexorable, indefinable mechanism that kept time moving at its assigned pace had developed a slipping clutch, and Lynn was a teenager again, on her back in the scratchy grass among the blueberry bushes, watching a wisp of white cloud move slowly across the pale blue September sky. The wide spread of her legs now was the wide spread of her legs then, and the hard, eager, young cock plunging slowly, with such controlled deliberateness, into her now was essentially the same hard, eager young cock that had been plunging into her so furiously then.

She had come, she remembered, that first time. Even the first eager clumsy thrust had not hurt, and it certainly wasn't hurting now. And Juan had decided to pick up his rhythm, like a good flamenco guitarist, as if he knew better than she what she wanted.

And he was right. Her hips rose eagerly to meet every deep, quickening thrust of his hard, velvet-sheathed cock, the lips of her cunt grasping and sucking as her mouth had done before, the mass of ecstatic membrane of her inner cunt mouth licking and sucking the glorious invader.

Soon they were panting and gasping in unison, southern Vermont and southern Spain, olive-skinned and white-skinned, as one delirious being. His cock now was whipping in and out of her rapturous pussy with lightning strokes, and her hips were responding with exquisite timing.

Then Lynn felt her climax starting deep inside her, and held Juan to her and screamed silently as he pumped and pounded, then clutched at him and scratched his back with her fingernails in the ecstasy of her orgasm. He was spurting hotly inside her.

She lay still under him as the spasms subsided.

"Senora Lynn?" he said, finally, his cock still limply inside her twitching cunt.

"Yes?"

"You have one wonderful cunt. You' are one beautiful fuck."

Lynn thought she had never heard a nicer compliment.