Chapter 18
When Pablo had rolled away from her and gotten to his feet, she was astonished to see that the rest of the band had arrived.
Not only had they arrived, but they'd undressed, and now sat impatiently on the edge of the other bed, both vibrantly erect. Neither cock was as big as Pablo s, nor quite the size of Juan's, either, but they were obviously not lacking in rigidity or enthusiasm.
"That's Roberto," Juan said to Lynn, indicating the slimmer of the two who was sitting near the foot of the other bed. "And Manuel."
She nodded and smiled, but for a second she was uneasy. After Pablo she wasn't exactly eager anymore--at least for the moment--for the kind of Little League fucking these slim young pricks seemed to promise. But she had to be polite.
"Roberto and Manuel," she said, "you'll have to forgive me, but I'm all fucked out for the time being."
They nodded politely enough, but the apology did nothing to soften their cocks, which poked ceiling-ward.
Don't be such a prude, Lynn, she told herself suddenly. Be nice to your guests.
"But I can at least be friendly," she said, and moved over on the. bed to the very edge and patted the middle. "Roberto?"
The slim boy hesitated only for a second before he got up and came over to the bed.
"On your back," she said, and he did as he was told. Feeling his soft, brown Spanish eyes curiously watching her every move, she gently pushed his legs apart and knelt on the bed between them.
Leaning forward, she tickled his balls for a moment, cupping the soft sack tenderly in her palm. Then she extended her tongue, leaned farther for-ward, and licked the underside of his stiff, pulsing cock, slowly, with fluttering sideways strokes, from the pulse at the base to the glistening swollen tip.
Once the tip was between her lips, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed the whole head and a good part of the tense shaft, licking and sucking in earnest, as excitement rose again in her, along with the rigid prick now tickling the back of her throat. She increased the pressure of her lips, sucking the youth's cock deeper, harder, while cradling the length of it against the soft, wet, hospitable insides of her busy cheeks.
"Oooh, seniora," she heard Roberto moaning, and then she felt a weight on the bed behind her, and knew instinctively that it was Manuel, the fourth and so far neglected member of the band.
For a moment she wondered what he was up to, but only for a moment. She felt him take an unmistakable position immediately behind her elevated ass, and a second later felt the hard, shelving head of his thrusting stiletto of a cock press lovingly against the tiny, pursed orifice of her anus.
Instead of drawing away, she pushed slowly back against the probing invader, and kept her mouth busy sucking Roberto's thrusting cock. She felt Manuel's slender shaft slide deep into her ass, right up to the hilt, in one eager thrust. He began to pump it into her at a steady pace, as she busied her mouth sucking Roberto's grateful young cock.
But all at once she wanted more. More of everything.
She freed her mouth so she could talk.
"Let's lie down, Manuel," she said. "On your side, slowly. Careful. Keep your cock tight up where it is, up my ass."
Manuel didn't have to be told and he didn't ask questions, in English or in Spanish. His language and hers now were one and the same.
He stayed firmly imbedded as he rolled with her onto his side along one edge of the bed. Lynn. looked over to where Juan was sitting, and saw what she hoped to see. Juan was as erect as he'd been when they'd first fucked, and he had read her mind.
He came over to the bed and lay down on his side close to Lynn, facing her. She raised her top leg high in the air, opening her quivering pink cunt to him, and he inserted his hard swollen dork without hesitation, driving it deep into her with one long, firm stroke, holding it there, resting against Manuel's slim rod through the thin slippery membrane between Lynn's vagina and colon.
Lynn was filled with burning excitement. And two stiff young cocks.
"Roberto," she said, "come back here."
She missed the cock in her mouth. Roberto brought it back to her mouth somehow, arranging himself along the pillow at her head. She held the base in one hand and took the hard, glistening head and most of the stiff shaft into her mouth in one long, deep suck.
She was filled with cock, she thought, everywhere in her body where there was room for a cock, front, back and above. Here, there, and everywhere. A cock up her ass, a cock in her busy mouth, a cock in her gulping, clutching, squeezing cunt. It seemed like more sensation than one girl's body could stand.
She tried to devote herself to Roberto's straining, supplicating prick, licking and sucking it with care and devotion, letting the lower locations of her rapture take care of themselves. Juan and Manuel began band-fucking her then, in exquisite harmony, team-fucking her, really, she thought, like a crew of rowers on a racing shell. Juan, in her cunt, was rowing stroke, and Manuel, his slim oar up her ass, matched the beat precisely, plunging deep, putting his back into it. Now, Lynn thought, I know where the word 'cockswain' comes from.
She was getting giddy with rapture, she knew, and she wanted to laugh out loud. But her mouth was full. And busy, with Roberto's thrusting cock.
Licking, sucking, gobbling the demanding shaft in her mouth . . . feeling the plunging, probing, driving thrusts of the stiff, relentless cocks in the wet, quivering morass of screaming membrane inside her . . . hearing, in her ears and inside her head, the growing and receding groans and moans and gasps in the room . . . Lynn felt that her brain was melting. She was one great palpitating mass of sensation, of rapturous feeling that transcended mere pleasure or fulfillment or mortal ecstasy. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't.
She had no idea how long the gang-fucking, gang-sucking lasted. Roberto was the first to come, squirting his hot young juices into her throat. She swallowed, swallowed again, and then licked and sucked him dry, using her hand to milk out the last pearly drop. But by then, the movements of her mouth were automatic. All sensation had shifted downward, to the plunging, driving strokes of the oars below.
Very soon after Roberto's sated prick had slid from her lips, she was at the quivering, screaming peak of orgasm. She could stand no more, she knew, without losing her grip, without slipping into unconsciousness.
"Now," she screamed. "Now! Manuel, Juan . . . now!"
They raised the tempo of their strokes to a furious, pounding series of lightning plunges. Lynn exploded and came, in a never-ending series of thunderclaps deep inside her. She could hear her own gasps and groans, and was powerless to stop them.
Then Juan and Manuel, with one last plunging, back-breaking stroke, crossed the finish line together. For the first time, they broke their rhythm, and their juices spurted raggedly, warmly, searingly, into her cunt-depths and her convulsing colon.
It was three in the morning when the band left, after fucking Lynn--and themselves--into a weary, happy frazzle.
The door had just closed behind them when Lynn realized that she hadn't even offered them a drink.