Chapter 17

It was only moments later when there was another soft tap at the door. Lynn rolled off the bed and crossed the room without bothering to put her robe back on.

The eyes of the young man standing just outside opened very wide as she swung the door inward.

"Come in," she said, and closed the door behind him as he stepped inside. He was shorter, wider, and a few years older than Juan, or at least he seemed to be.

He was not shy or hesitant at all, but her total nudity, she thought, could be contributing to his confidence.

"Pablo, my name," he said, bobbing his head and dropping his hands to his belt buckle. He looked at her, questioningly, as if asking for permission.

"By all means," she said. "Take your pants off. All your clothes."

"That is Lynn," Juan said, by way of formal introduction, getting off the bed and lighting a cigarette. "You like for me to get dressed and leaver "Stay here, Juan," Lynn said, not taking her eyes off Pablo's descending trousers. "The evening's young."

Pablo bent to disengage his pants from around his ankles, and when he straightened up, his cock was suddenly the overwhelming presence in the room.

It looked enormous, standing straight out, the head a deeper violet shade than Juan's, the rigid broad shaft a dark, seasoned-oak brown. Where Juan's was light oaken in shade, Pablo's was old, dark oak. And it looked just as hard.

She reached out and circled the large, live, fresh cock with her fist, leading Pablo to the bed by it, as if it were a handle. He didn't resist at all.

Just the sight of Pablo's enormous cock had her all aroused again, she realized, as she lay back on the bed. Her cunt juices were flowing freely and it was almost as if she hadn't just come so gloriously with Juan.

She was delighted that Pablo sensed her excitement, and without preamble he dropped to his knees between her open legs and lodged the head of his massive dork between her wetly pouting cunt-lips. The head of it was the size and shape of a large lemon, she thought. Only the color and texture were different. So different.

She spread her legs wider and rose to meet his entering thrust. He worked his hard, swollen cock in slowly, an inch at a time, until her twat was distended and full, and his dork was all the way up, deep inside her bubbling warm well. She could feel her inner lips and cunt muscles involuntarily squeezing and contracting spasmodically about the thick, in-sliding shaft.

Pablo, grinning down at her, withdrew the entire length of it, slowly, leaving only the hard swollen head in her clutching cunt entrance, and held him-self poised with his cockhead just spreading her inner lips.

Lynn quivered, and tried to suppress it, but Pablo seemed to know--he knew that that second she was right on the brink of coming. He plunged his great prick forward, then, in one deep thrust to the hilt, and held it that way, stiffly probing inside her, filling her whole consciousness as well as her cunt with nothing but mind-stopping rapture.

And all at once she was coming, writhing, squirming, her cunt clutching and gulping as if to take in more of that huge, rigid shaft. She was moaning, deep in her throat Still Pablo held himself arched over her, letting her gorge herself on his immobile cock.

As her spasms slowly subsided, Lynn became aware of Pablo studying her face, smiling faintly. His huge prick, rigid and still inside her, was the be-ginning and end of her every sensation, the concentrated center of her being. He began to stir his hips slowly, moving his giant cock around inside her like a mammoth spoon in a small mixing bowl, grinding the base of his pelvic area against her tender mound.

"You like to come again, senora?" he asked, his voice very quiet in the silent room.

"Yes," she said. "Oh, yes."

And she lay very still, feeling his seemingly end-less, wrist-thick shaft sliding out of her, almost to the tip, then slowly plunging back in, filling her with cock and contentment.

She felt her hips starting to rise and respond, slowly at first, rising almost imperceptibly to meet each long, deliberate stroke. She had thought she was finished with all sensation for a while, but she felt the needful feeling building inside her again, an even deeper, warmer, rounder, fuller delight than before. It reached to the roots, not just the ends, of every responsive nerve in her whole luscious body.

Without being conscious of it, she moved her legs to hook her heels inside Pablo's, giving her the lever-age she needed to pursue the dedication she was formed for. The exquisitely tuned and oiled machinery of her hips began to fuck-thrust in earnest, then, complementing the slow, deliciously torturing shuttling of Pablo's enormous and accomplished instrument of joy.

They fucked slowly, deliberately, gloriously, for a long, long time, and Lynn lost track of everything except the delicately demanding suck of her cunt around Pablo's in-sliding thick rod of smooth, hard muscle.

Gradually, very gradually, in perfect accord, the rhythm of their strokes increased in tempo, and soon she heard herself gasping, unable to control the sound issuing from her throat. She was only dimly aware of the choked words that formed themselves in her throat and issued from her writhing, rejoicing lips.

"Drive your cock deep in my cunt, Pablo," she could hear herself saying. "Deep in my hungry twat In my fucking, sucking cunt, Pablo. My cunt is sucking your cock, Pablo. Can you feel my hot juicy cunt, licking and sucking your big lovely prick? Eating it. Lapping it. Oh, push that big hard cock all the way into my cunt, all the way up to my throat. Fuck me hard, Pablo. Fuck me harder."

He drove the great shaft into her with renewed fury, faster and deeper, it seemed to her, with every stroke. The.. was blind with sensation for a long second, and she had reached the point of no return.

Pablo held his great shaft still, deep inside her, as she writhed in her own exquisite agony, and then he came with her, squirting and pumping deep into her, bathing her inner fires with the balm of his spurting semen.

Moments later, just before he reluctantly pulled his diminished prick from her softly grateful twat, Pablo leaned down and whispered into her ear.

"Very lovely, senora,' he said. "Beautiful fuck. Best young fuck in whole country."

Pablo looked as if he knew what he was talking about, comparing her to every other fuck in the whole of Spain.

But, once more, she was very pleased. It was her second, deeply sincere compliment in the last half-hour.