by D. P. Adamov
Manolo didn’t have to think in order to answer.
“No. I killed them because if I did not, they would have killed me. We are killers. Both of us are killers. The bulls are killers, and I am a killer. That’s the way of things.”
Without warning, Lucinda charged, but her friend was prepared. He made a flash with the lure, and acting as a real animal would have, she followed the movement, veering away from his legs.
Manolo moved and set himself up for a fancier pass once more. This time he shifted his grip so the sword was in the right hand and the lure was in his left.
Obediently, Lucinda turned on him and followed the dancing cloth as he took it in a circle.
It was as he watched her charging him that a different sensation came. He’d felt it before with other women. As she bent to charge, he caught view of her body and wondered what she looked like undressed. It wasn’t the first time. Neither were virgins but had never done it with each other.
“Ha, toro,” he called.
“Wouldn’t I be a cow like you’re going to face tomorrow and not a bull?” she corrected.
“Don’t get technical. Just charge.”
Again, Manolo stretched himself out in a gesture known as running the hand. He led the horns past him as he reached to abnormal lengths, making his body contort and prolong itself beyond human limits.
“Ha, toro.”
Again, he did it and again envisioning this very same thing during tomorrow’s activities. If he was able to do half as well, someone would be impressed enough to latch on to him and give him some management. Then, it would be the major rings like Guadalajara, Aguascalientes, Tijuana, and even Mexico City.
“Ha.”
He stamped his foot, indicating Lucinda should charge again. As she bent and stretched with the disembodied horns, he felt the temptation to look deeper, imagining her without a top. It was then he faltered, and had it been in a real bullfight with a live animal, he would have been in big trouble.
Lucinda followed the lure and slammed him strait in the testicles with the flat of the horn.
“Jesus!”
Manolo dropped the cloth and sword as his hands went to his crotch. Turning, he took a set of limping steps before falling to his knees.
“Jesus Christ!” he screamed as he dropped forward unto the ground and rolled. “Jesus Christ almighty!”
They were the last words before he lost his breath and could only groan as the agonizing pain shot through him.
Had this been with a live animal, the moment he dropped the cape and tried to walk away, he would have taken the horn again and it would have been a monstrous goring.
“Sorry!” Lucinda screamed in panic. “Sorry! Sorry!”
Instantly, she was upon him, trying to cradle him and help him to his feet. Together they resembled one of those military statues of one dying solider giving water from a canteen to another.
“Are you okay, Manolo? Are you okay? I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“No! I am not fucking okay,” he managed to gasp out. “You hit me right in the balls with those things! It fucking hurt!”
He was not overacting.
“I’m sorry,” Lucinda kept babbling. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
They were embracing each other and as they did, something wonderful happened. They stared into each other’s eyes and in spite of the pain, which was starting to decrease, Manolo felt totally unrestrained passion. Before either could think, they were kissing.
“Manolo.”
Still in each other’s arms, they moved their heads to look into each other’s eyes, overwhelmed at what had happened. Neither was sure how to proceed.
“What can I do to make this better?” she asked.
It was then another odd impulse came. Pulling her body back toward him with his free arm, he brought her close. Though his lower body was feeling the twangs of the blow with the bull horn and breathing was difficult, he relished the impact of her breasts against his chest.
“You hurt me and you should get a little of this yourself. You’re a bad girl.”
Reaching downward with his right hand, he yanked at her sweat pants, pulling them down on the back end. Though he could not see, he could feel her flesh as the panties came down with the movement as well.
“What?”
At first, Lucinda thought Manolo was about to undress her, which in the momentary wave of passion would have been acceptable, but she was not prepared for the hard set of whaps that came against her exposed buttocks.
“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”
Suddenly, she tried to free herself and though she was sure Manolo intended it as a joke, it was not funny. It also felt way too real.
“Oww! Owwwww! What are you doing! Owwwwww!”
As she pressed against him, she realized the accidental impact of the horn flat had not been as damaging as it appeared to be, for his equipment was clearly working.
“Owwww! Stop it!”
Shoving herself away she looked angrily at him and swore.
“What the fuck were you doing?”
Manolo gave a slight grin.
“Giving you a little of what you gave me.”
He again reached downward to rub himself, while Lucinda did the same. Rather than pulling up her sweatpants right away, she massaged her bare bottom. Facing him, he was unable to see anything, but he knew there would be handprints if she turned around.
“Fuck you!” she shouted. “That wasn’t funny!”
Manolo again offered an apologetic shrug.
“I’m going home,” she snarled. “You’re on your own.”
Still limping, Manolo went to the place where he had dropped his sword and muleta, picking them up.
“Does this mean you aren’t giving me another kiss?”
Lucinda had pulled up her pants and was staring angrily at him.
“Fuck you!” she exclaimed.
To this, Manolo grinned, as if to indicate he considered it an invitation.
“Fuck you!” she repeated, turning to head for the exit slot in the wooden fence surrounding the rodeo ring, so she could make her way to the empty corral and parking lot.
“No!” Manolo called after her. “You can’t go!”
“And why not?” she asked, with her voice starting to cool a little. As she did, she reached behind to rub her bottom once more. “Just tell me why not?”
“I need you to drive me home, and I need to have you drive me to Hermosillo.”
“And how am I supposed to sit in the car after you beat my ass?”
“It isn’t that bad.”
“It isn’t that good either.”
“Of course, it is.”
“My ass hurts worse than your nuts.”
“And how would you know that? Do you have a pair?”
Luckily for him, Lucinda started to laugh, though she was none too happy about having her rear end violated as it had been.
“So were you turned on?” she managed to ask.
The aspiring matador nodded.
“You want to see it then?”
Manolo again nodded enthusiastically.
“Well…”
Lucinda turned and made like she was going to pull down her sweat pants for his approval, but didn’t do so.
“No. You hurt my butt. You don’t deserve it.”
“Well, you hurt my balls,” he responded.
Lucinda again laughed, unsure of how to react to the pain they had delivered to each other and the bizarre gesture that followed their collision.
“My ass hurts worse than your nuts,” she repeated.
Again, Manolo sucked in his breath and with his left hand, went to hold his manhood. The pain he’d felt was subsiding, but even a glancing blow such as the one he had taken proved torturous.
“And again, how would you know if you don’t have them?”
“How do you know I don’t?” she responded coldly.
At that moment, Lucinda reached forward and pulled down her own sweat pants aga
in, not to expose her buttocks, which were starting to sting from the blows, but her front. Her light brown pubic hairs were clearly visible in a magnificent bush.
“Does this answer your question?”
For a moment there was hesitation as both considered taking things further. Neither, however, acted upon their impulses, but she afforded an eyeful before pulling her pants back up.
“Come on then. Let’s start practicing. We have work to do.”
Picking up the horns, Lucinda prepared to charge while Manolo held the lure. The pretend bullfight continued though both matador and animal were moving far more slowly as they nurtured the impact of their respective wounds.
Chapter Three
The drive to Hermosillo was going to be a long one and they would have to leave at night, so after the workout Lucinda returned to the family home, showered, and excused herself to her bedroom to sleep before the trip. She said nothing to anyone about the uncanny set of circumstances during the workout session, but within her, secret thoughts churned.
She could not believe what Manolo had done to her, nor did her reaction make sense. Were they falling in love, or was it just some needle prick of lust?
In the bathroom, she had inspected the damage done to her rear. There was still discoloring and some soreness, but the spanking had not been as bad as she had thought. It was odd, too, how Manolo seemed to have enjoyed that as much as the actual act of sex that did not transpire.
Now in the privacy of her bedroom, she peeled off her robe and wearing nothing underneath, she was able to lie on the bed. Resting on her back, she still felt discomfort where she had received her ass-whapping, but this brought new sensations into her thought process.
Thankfully no one saw, and while she bit her lip to keep anyone else in the house from hearing, her fantasy world was rampant with screams and orgasms.
She had masturbated before, where she usually went right to her clit, but this time she started with her breasts, fondling them gently. She felt her nipples stiffen and she tweaked them both, thinking of Manolo’s hands all over them. The thought of this made her start to dampen in her sensitive spot as well. How quickly she was aroused.
Her breathing was starting to increase in rate as well and with her head propped on a pillow, staring down at herself, she watched her stomach heave.
“Mmmmmmmm...”
A slight groan escaped her mouth, but that was all she could be afforded. She bit hard to silence the groans that wanted to come.
“Mmmmmmmm…”
Her nipples were now standing at attention like little soldiers, awaiting the command of their general.
“Mmmmmmmm…”
She wished the house was empty, so she could get as loud as she wanted, but this was not the case, and she had to keep her emotions in check. Otherwise, she would have been screaming at this very time.
Slowly, she let her hands drift downward across her stomach and abdomen, stopping to massage the tangled fur of her womanhood. Spreading her legs wide, she prepared for what was next to come, while in her mind she envisioned Manolo down there, with his head in a precarious position, ready to go to work with his tongue.
“Manolo,” she whispered. “Manolo…”
Up to this time she had entertained mild interest in him, but nothing had been acted upon until this day. Again, she was unsure in which direction she wanted to go and how to deal with the conflicts that surely would build.
The frantic probing with her finger brought an end to her concern, as there were other things to occupy her mind.
“Mmmmmmmm…”
Shutting her eyes, she thought of Manolo inside her, tormenting her clitoris with his tongue, until it too, started to stand at attention. Her slipperiness was building, as he licked deep within, snaking back and forth like Quetzalcoatl, the famed Plumed Serpent of mythology.
“Mmmmmmmm…”
Her emotions were faster and with these penetrations, she now envisioned Manolo mounting her. She imagined his body on top of hers, crushing her tits with his chest. Holding her down, she was pinned like a dead butterfly to a display board, as the young man drove himself deep into her.
Slowly, she ground her hips in time with his movements, careful not to emit the cries she longed for. She was likewise cautious to control her sexual spasms and not make the bed quake too suspiciously.
Rather than going back and forth, she now moved her finger in a spinning motion, like an egg beater might have done, which brought a new feeling of pleasure coursing through her body.
She was starting to pant, again careful not to get too loud.
“Manolo…”
She whispered the name, as in her head she saw herself still being fucked by him, and it was the marauding of a lifetime.
She did not consider herself a slut by any means. In fact, she had only done it with two other people before and had not been that thrilled by either. Losing her virginity had not been as spectacular as she had thought.
“Mmmmmmmm...”
She wondered what kind of lay Manolo would be. That wouldn’t be much of a problem to find out if she brought it up, but again she was unsure of herself. Did she really want involved?
“Manolo…”
Once more, she whispered the name.
It had happened way too soon. The explosion within her occurred as surprisingly as the accidental strike to Manolo’s balls earlier on and the ass slamming that followed. From deep within, her stomach churned and she felt a hot gush as she was overcome with an intense orgasm.
“Oooooo…”
She bit her lip so hard it pained her, making her fear she would draw blood, but a run of her tongue afterward proved she was fine. She was, however, gasping for air, but trying to do so as quietly as possible, while her body quivered.
“Oooooooo!”
She tried to keep the signs of gratification as low as possible, but she lifted both her legs as she did, enabling herself one final set of thrusts before she collapsed.
Lying naked and exhausted on her bed, she shut her eyes and in a matter of minutes drifted to sleep.
At first there was darkness. Then the dream came.
She was with Manolo and she was naked, but this time, so was he.
“I love you,” she proclaimed. “Let’s fuck.”
Manolo shook his head, and with his prick standing outward like the horn of a bull, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to the bed. She was fairly sure what he wanted.
“Drop to your knees and suck it,” he commanded.
Now this was something she had heard about but never done. In fact, the very thought of this repulsed her, which was strange, for the idea of a man sticking his tongue into her own vitals was perfectly fine.
“Suck it,” he demanded.
She found herself forced to her knees, where she was confronted with the head of the angry monster poised right at her face.
“Suck it,” he repeated.
Unsure of herself, she licked the shaft instead, running her tongue up the length of it and showing surprise at how salty it tasted.
“In the mouth,” Manolo ordered. “I said suck it.”
Again, Lucinda gave it a lick, but did not have the nerve to take it between her teeth.
“I don’t want to.”
Frustrated, Manolo lifted her up and threw her on the bed, holding her legs apart.
“Fine. Let’s fuck.”
With a merciless thrust, Manolo entered her, moving back and forth as he screamed out in pleasure. The feeling was mutual, as Lucinda also shook and trembled, rocking in conjunction with him.
“Oooooo…”
The noise left her lips in an animalistic howl. She raised her legs and locked them over his lower back, holding him in place as he continued to jab away at her overheated pussy.
“Oooooo!”
Manolo wasn’t as elaborate, making short, snorting sounds, like a bull about to charge.
In the background, music played and the sounds of Silver
io Perez filled the air. It was about a bullfighter, long dead, who had at least survived the ring and retired rich. Natural causes sent him to the other world.
“Ohhhhhh.”
The beat of the music was perfect to fuck to, but as the singer started belting out the lyrics, the impact was far less erotic.
“Silverio. Silverio Perez…”
In the distance, the singer sounded like he had a gay crush on Silverio Perez. He spoke of how his throat was sore from shouting the bullfighter’s name, and how he was the king of the trincherazo pass. He told of how Carmelo, Silverio’s brother who was killed by a bull, was watching down on him from the heavens and guiding him. He said he would not trade the front row ticket when Silverio was on the card for anything, including the throne of a…
“What are you doing?”
The music faded and as it did, Manolo pulled out before either could climax.
“What?”
“If you won’t suck it, I’m gonna fuck your tits,” he announced.
“What?”
Lucinda was not prepared for Manolo to climb on top of her and insert his erect member between her two breasts.
“Shove them together,” he ordered.
Surprised by this, she did as told.
“Tighter,” he reordered as he started to pump with his hips. As he did, the enlarged prick moved within the groove between her two tits.
“This is weird,” she objected, but Manolo paid no attention to her complaints. Instead, he let fly with a chorus of grunts and howls, as his hot liquid shot over her neck, reaching all the way to her face and lips.
“Yuck!”
Manolo dismounted and stood by the bed, watching her wipe herself with a loose part of the bed sheet.
“You made me come too soon,” he said crossly.
Lucinda glared, not liking the treatment she had received. Little did she know how she would hate what was to be forced upon her next.
“You’re going to be punished for that.”
“What?” Lucinda asked, with apprehension building.
“Baby’s gonna get her ass beat.”
“Nooooooo!” she cried. “Not again!”
“First you wouldn’t suck my dick, and then you made me come too soon. So you’re going to get it with…”
Glancing about, his eyes fell upon a plastic hairbrush on the dresser.