The Long Day of Revenge (4 page)

“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 again, 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 Silverio 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.

“Noooo!” Lucinda screamed, but before she could resist, Manolo had it in his left hand, and with his right he was pulling her up to a standing position next to him.

“Get across my lap,” he insisted. “Do it now. You’re going to get a harsh hair brushing punishment for being bad, just like a little girl.”

“But I was already spanked today,” she objected. “I hate this.”

“It’s not a matter of what you like, but what you need,” he countered. “Now get over my lap.”

While her butt was still discolored from her earlier spanking, Manolo was merciless.

“You’re going to be a lot redder when I’m done with you. You won’t be able to sit down without squirming.”

The first brush blow landed hard in the center of Lucinda’s ass, and she jerked violently on impact with her mouth open in a silent scream.

“Owwww,” she cried afterward. “That hurt.”

“It’s supposed to hurt, idiot,” Manolo growled. “You’re being punished. This is going to go beyond just hurting badly. You’re gonna be raw down there.”

He landed another furious series of strikes in short order, alternating between each ass cheek. Each blow brought a new shriek of anguish from his trembling target, and then the sobs came.

“What are you crying for?” he lectured. “We aren’t even near being finished.”

“Nooooooo…”

“No, nothing,” Manolo interrupted. “This is what you get for disobeying me!”

More blows came, and as they did, Lucinda continued to spasm and scream. The tone of her ass was shifting from pink to red, as angry blotches in the shape of the brush started to appear.

“It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!”

Manolo was laughing at her predicament. The bastard was laughing.

“I’m sure it does. Now shut up and take it.”

Another series of strikes came with more savagery than before. Lucinda kicked her legs and feet in an effort to relieve the pain, but her motions were futile.

“Owwww…”

Her pleas were now unintelligible wails, and even these failed to keep Manolo from his furious punishment.

Moving downward, he started to work not on her buttocks, which now beamed with a hideous scarlet, but her upper legs, punishing them until they were red as well.

“Are you sore yet?” he asked. It was a rhetorical question, for it was obvious she had to be.

“Yes,” she managed to gasp out. “Stop it. I hate this.”

“You need to love it,” he corrected. “You need to be thankful for discipline. It will teach you to behave.”

“Nooooooo…”

It was the wrong thing to blurt out, as Manolo’s voice exploded in outrage.

“Are you arguing with me? That’s gonna cost you more paddling!”

Lucinda moved her loose hand over her blistered butt, but her persecutor was having none of that. Grabbing her by the wrist with his own free hand, he pinned her arm to the lower portion of her back so no shielding would take place.

“Now you’re really gonna get it,” he announced, and that was exactly what happened.

“Ow! Ow!”

Held against his lap, Lucinda was forced to take her horrid punishment without the slightest hope of relief. Her ass was on fire as the hard plastic slammed into her bare flesh, bringing indescribable pain. It hurt so much worse than the hand she had received in the rodeo ring.

There would be bruising on her rear end for some time to come, and this go around, the pain was not going away easily.