And so, adjusting his prick so that it lay between her legs, he eased himself down over her body and began to free the other breast from the dress.
"My baby!" La Tarantula smiled at him.
The breast popped out of its place. The brown nipple in its centre winked up saucily to him. As is the case with most Spanish women, the area around the nipple was slightly raised from the rest of the breast.
El Gallo tongued this section first, avoiding the nipple itself. When he felt a series of throbs under his tongue, he allowed it to touch the nipple ever so slightly. The response was a distinct movement upwards.
"Oh! do not tease me!" La Tarantula cried. For, as he was working on her breasts, she in turn had inserted her hand between the juncture of their bodies and was stroking his rapidly hardening prick. Out of curiosity, she allowed her fingers to brush up against the bag that housed his balls. It was all balls, she discovered. Once she had seen the ball-sac of a bull. El Gallo's was as prominent as the bull's. She hoped it was as efficacious.
By this time, she felt that she was on the verge of what they both desired. Already, the little sentinel in her cunny was standing at attention under the ministrations of El Gallo's free hand. With his other hand he was doing a curious thing. He had inserted it directly into her anus where he was massaging the walls. The effect on La Tarantula was odd, in that never before had she felt anything but her own shit in that part of her anatomy.
"In me! in me!" she cried suddenly when she felt that she could do without the risen prick no longer. And she seized hold of the stiffened member without waiting for him to help her and guided it into her own throbbing hole. At first she could not describe the variance that existed between the fuck of El Gallo and that of the other men who had had her. But it suddenly occurred to her that the difference lay in the surge of power behind the thrusts and, later on, in the force of the spurted stream of juice from his balls, together with the amazing number of ejaculations he could have. However, during the first time she was agreeably surprised to discover that, almost at the exact moment that she, herself, experienced her own ejaculation, she would feel the hot splash of his semen in her. He seemed to have perfect control of his comings and goings. And, by watching her and judging almost minutely the second of her orgasm, he was able to make their pleasure all the more heightened because of their mutual simultaneous spending.
Puffing under the exertions of her first spendings, La Tarantula was able to notice that, unlike the other men, he allowed his member to remain in her hot agitated cunt. Then he tongued her all over instead of confining himself to her breasts and nipples, licking her navel, her armpits and every inch of her body that he could reach. Finally, when she could stand it no longer, when she felt the old ominous boiling inside of her, almost at will his prick inside of her stiffened. In and out he thrust it. And as he did so, it seemed to her that besides having the power to lengthen, El Gallo's prick had the marvellous ability to expand its breadth so that, as he drew it out or put it in, the friction was increased a hundredfold.
It was no wonder that La Tarantula was unable to hold the second coming. Almost immediately, before she was aware of the fact that she was to experience the second orgasm, the plasm within her burst its floodgates. But, marvel of marvels, she found that, despite her inability to hold herself, he too had come in her. So it didn't matter when she came. He could control himself to come with her. And that was the beauty of it all. To come together, to feel the fluxing of the life fluids, to sense the slow melting together of bodies-all of that was present with them.
Later, the novelty of his wonders having worn off, she discovered that she was better able to control herself. But, no matter how long she held her spending, he was ever at her heels spending when she spent, sighing when she sighed, breathing in the fire of her nostrils, joining them together like no man or woman had ever been joined before.
"Where have you been all my life?" she breathed into his ear, playfully biting the lobe.
"I have been seeking for you," he replied, "but from now on, you shall find me only in one place!"
"And that is…?" she asked shyly, although she knew.
"In the confines of your hot, palpitating, quivering, trepidating, effervescing, pulsating, beating cunt!" he replied. And, to emphasize his statement all the more, he willed his prick right before her eyes to become hard, without physical manipulation. The sight of this feat sent a delicious shiver through her. She felt herself stirred again, the fourth time by him in one hour. She spread her legs wide for his entrance. He gazed in and saw the swelling of the lips, the steady rising of the clitoris, the quivering, quaking, convulsive rhythm of the flesh anxiously awaiting the contact of his own fluctuating tool. He held off a while, tormenting her. But, out of desperation, and not knowing what she was doing, La Tarantula assed her way closer to him, until she felt the touch of the head of his prick. She could control herself no longer, woman that she was, and she burst out into a severe fit of weeping.
Something in the man went weak on him. With a fervour such as he had not shown the whole night, he edged his cock up into the mouth of her cunt, rubbing up against the hardened clitoris on purpose before effecting an entire entree. She still wept. In and out he sent the thing rampaging, sinking it as far in as he could possibly place it and, as he had done previously, expanding the width so that every thrust was delicious torment to her. Before she knew what she was doing, the last tear had been wept. Weeping was forgotten. There was fucking to do.
That was more important.
This time, she was determined that she would hold her spending as long as he could. And so, resolutely, she tried to keep herself calm and collected, not even co-operating with him by wagging her hips and working his cock deeper into her cunt with contortions. Even when his fingers searched every part of her body, caressing them under their nervous tips, she managed to hold herself although she realized that there was nothing that she wanted to do more at that particular time than to let herself go. But she was determined that she would give him as much pleasure as he was giving her. And so she held herself, clenching her fists tightly so that her fingernails sank into the flesh of her palms and moaning in actual pain. Faster and faster his motions became. He thought that he was not doing enough to bring her around.
And so he worked all the harder, sweating under the added exertion that he was putting into his work, kissing her all over the face and on the breasts and in her hair, doing everything possible and in exaggerated degree in order to sense those reactions in her which told him that she had reached her passion's peak and she was just about ready to blow. But still no sign came. He looked down anxiously into her face. Just at the same time, La Tarantula opened her eyes and saw him look down anxiously. She read the unspoken question in his eyes and despite her suffering, she smiled up at him.
Then it was that he realized that she was holding herself in for him. She was trying to repay him in his own coin. And, throwing his arms around her in a great bear hug, he sank his face into her hair and wept, wept because he had finally discovered the woman with whom he would be able to live the rest of his life.