by KT Morrison
Omar’s hands were moving behind her, in between them, doing something back there. Then his big hands grasped her cheeks over her short skirt and he squeezed them tightly and lifted her. She felt instantly aroused, instantly and desperately sexual. Her mouth fell open and she gasped at the feel of his hands on her. She felt for him again, her hand searched to find it. He’d unzipped it and pulled it out and her fingers gripped his hot bare cock. It was gummy, half-hard and she squeezed it and stroked it while everyone yelled and screamed all around them.
The bull charged the torero and missed again, now coming lunging headlong in their direction. She jumped as the animal barrelled into the barricade just a dozen feet from them. She stroked Omar while she watched, her eyes wide and frightful as the bull’s powerful front legs had penetrated the barrier and it reared up, towered over them all, and snorted loud and wet. It was so close, so large and fearsome, lit up by those intense white lights. It roared as it struggled to free its legs and men standing down to their left pounded on it with their fists. It shook the heavy barrier like it was nothing and she could feel the ground trembling under her feet. It freed itself and turned, looking to kill the man with the cape. He stood in the centre of the ring, facing it down. Kate quivered with fear from being so close to something so large and so deadly. Omar was getting harder in her hand, he was so big she could barely hide it, knew someone would see it past her narrow waist. She didn’t care. She wanted someone to see.
The bull charged again, barrelled at him and they were close close enough they could see the muscles ripple on the animal’s back. She’d just been so very close to it, saw its impressive size and she couldn’t imagine how someone could stand and face something like that. And then something awful happened.
The torero exploded, his cape and hat flew up in the air and his body was sent spinning. He flew threw the air three hundred and sixty degrees sideways, lying flat like the blades of a helicopter. He crumpled on the ground in a cloud of dust and Kate screamed. Omar wrapped his arms around her as they watched.
The torero was writhing in pain, holding his right leg. He was face down but he had arched his back and Kate and Omar could see his face contorted in agony. The bull had turned now and was ready to charge but two other brightly dressed men got in its way and it was distracted.
Kate watched as someone ran to the Frenchman on the ground and helped him up. His tight costume was crimson all up the front. He was gushing blood from a pulpy mess in the middle of his thigh that glistened in the flood lights. People cheered for him and Kate covered her mouth with her hand as she watched him come right up next to them and out of the ring to their right. His eyes were glazed and he was in shock. She smelled the blood as he passed, so close she could have touched him.
Omar was hard in her hand. She felt him thrusting himself into her grip, wanting more from her. His arms were still around her and she realized his fingers were unbuttoning her shirt. She let him do it. She wanted to be bare right now. To fuck him, to feel that big, bull cock of his part her flesh.
The show went on as quickly as the gore had been cleared. She hadn’t seen what they’d done with the first bull, but the ring was empty and the lights flashed in all sorts of frenzied patterns and someone yelled at the top of their lungs through the klaxon in French. They were announcing the next fighter.
She squeezed and stroked Omar. He had her shirt open now and he untucked it so it would hang. His hand slipped inside and he caressed her body. She wanted it so bad right now. She wanted to leave and get to the car, get him to fuck her from behind like an animal in the backseat. Fog up the windows with their heat. But she was frozen to this spot. She wanted to see what would happen.
The next bullfighter appeared in the ring. He wasn’t tall and thin this one, he was fit and shapely but he was shorter and thicker. He had enormous calves and a thick waist. He was hairy too, unshaven like Omar, and it was a striking contrast to the soft feminine colours and fabrics he’d squeezed that male body into. The bulge in his white tights looked like a fat one.
She could feel eyes on her, felt like she was being watched. She really didn’t care. There were two young women, country girls watching her. They could see her hand stroking Omar’s big cock. She knew they’d never seen anything like that. Maybe just on their farm animals. They were watching, disgusted expressions on their faces, but they weren’t looking away. She wanted them to see it. Wanted them to know what kind of cock she was taking. What kind of man she was fucking. She wished they could see that big thing come, how strong he launched his seed. Omar was all man and everything about him showed it. She was proud to be with him.
8
Ancient Ruins
Omar undid her bra and her breasts fell free. They were under her shirt but it was unbuttoned and hanging open. Her nipples tightened, she felt so exposed. There were men watching, looking over at them. But she was an attractive girl at a bullfight, they would be looking even if they didn’t know what she was up to with Omar. Maybe they couldn’t see her nipples.
Omar’s hand was on the back of her thigh and he ran it under her skirt and in between her legs. She smiled and bit her lip while she watched the bull. She felt him pulling her panties down. Felt the waistband tugging at her flesh as it made its way over the curve of her rump. He pulled them right down over her thighs but still hidden under her short skirt.
The stocky torero worked the bull. He was intense. His movements weren’t as fluid as the first one, he seemed tentative at times. Not fearful, but intimidated. He would use the cape to lure the bull to one side and he did it well, but his face showed worry. After what happened to the first man she wasn’t sure she was ready to see more.
She felt Omar’s hand under her skirt. He was kneading the flesh of her rump, spreading her cheeks. She wanted him to hurry. Knew he would touch her. She could feel how wet she was already. Omar was in for a surprise.
His middle finger teased between her legs. She felt it glide over her wet furled lips. The tip of his finger made it all the way to her front and he teased at her hardened button. She leaned forward and exposed herself to him. Gave him more room to play.
She felt his thick finger slide back to her entrance. She was hot and wet, she wanted him to slide it right in her. The tip tickled back past her lips and then it plunged deep into her anus. It wasn’t what she was expecting. She sucked her lips into her mouth and she closed her eyes. Omar held her closer to him. They looked like they were hugging. A boyfriend hugging his girlfriend while she watched the awful bullfight. But he had a long thick finger buried inside her and his other hand was around the front now, sliding under her skirt as well. She hoped they couldn’t see this standing next to her, but she wanted it to happen even if they could. They could always look away. The fingers of his other hand found her hot flesh and he parted her. A finger ran along her sex and she trembled. The he slid it inside her.
She stroked his cock behind her. It was clumsy and awkward because it was hidden between them. Her arm hurt to bend like that, it made her shoulder ache. He was so hard now, her hand couldn’t close around his head. Suddenly he was slippery in her hand. His lubricant streamed from him and she could quicken her pace on him, flicking her wrist, having her grip spread by his fat glans. She had to have it inside her. She put one foot up on the rung of the barricade. It looked like an old farm gate repurposed to hold off the bulls. She looked around. Those two girls were watching her but she wasn’t sure what they could see. There were more people around them now, crowding them a bit against the fence. He could fuck her here. His cock was long enough to penetrate her while they stood and watched the action. She lifted herself up on to the barricade, her other leg on the next rung up. Omar leaned into her and supported her. She turned her head and watched that no one saw her push his cock down, between her legs and under her skirt.
She could feel it between her soft thighs now, could feel how hot it was. He used his hips to run it along her, getting the top of it wet from her sex. She reach
ed under her skirt from the front and felt the tip of him. He was hard and so slippery, wet from her and from his own excitement.
Kate tilted her hips and opened herself up to him. She pushed the underside of his large cock head forcing it to part her. She loved the feeling when that flared bell parted her, pushed her folds back and spread her opening. She loved the feel of his smooth slippery glans as it slipped against her velvety interior. She closed her eyes as he leaned into her and the first third of his member pried her open and made its way into her body.
When the torero stumbled while the bull charged him it became clear that the bull was getting the better of him. The bull hadn’t touched him as it passed, it looked like he'd lost his footing. One leg went out wide and it looked like he might do the splits before he caught himself and stumbled away.
He was taking long strides as he recovered, his worried face looking over his shoulder at the bull. It was turning itself to come at him again. It was like the huge animal knew that it had almost got him that time, that it had him on the heels and he could take him. It trotted around in a circle looking confident and frightening. When it got its front half pointed in his direction again it dropped its head and charged. The sweaty muscles of its back glistening under the electric white light. The crowd roared and Kate felt almost like they were cheering the animal now, respecting its obvious abilities.
The torero swept it away but you could see he had given up mentally. He didn’t want to be there any more and the bull lunged past him, bucking and snorting. Instead of turning this time it kept its charge and drove itself into the barricade across from Kate and Omar on the other side. Maybe it saw something or someone it didn’t like on the other side of the barrier, but for whatever reason it launched itself into the barricade at full speed.
Kate saw plywood splinter over there and two big sections of metal gate like the one she had her feet on right now were tossed up in the air like they were weightless. The crowd on the other side screamed as the bull came through. She could see an older man get tossed up in the air. His face was angry not pained, he was an old farmer, dark hair with silver stripes at the side. He was short and thick and had spent many years in the sun and as he came back down it looked like he took a swing at the bull with a right hand. He went down out of sight and she could see some of the men hitting the bull with their fists but mostly everyone had run away. She could see the bull get clear of the seating. It was moving a whole section of four-tiered scaffolding with the benches across it to the side as its enormous muscular body passed. People had stopped screaming and they filled in the space the bull had just been in. They were looking over the back of the stadium seating to see what was happening. Kate was clenched. The bull was loose. She could feel her muscles tighten up on Omar’s cock. He’d stopped thrusting, stopped moving at all. She could feel his hands gripping her, his big thing pushing her apart, her clamping on him, almost sucking him inside her. Then someone was clapping and the rest of the people gathered on the the benches, standing and looking down over the backs of them to the field behind, began clapping as well. Applause turned to cheering and loud whistles. People returned to their seats and then as quickly as it begun the cheering turned to boos. They were rejecting the torero. He wasn’t in the centre now, he’d moved off to the side and was leaving the ring. He kept his head down and chatted calmly to one of his assistants as he left the barricade amid the boos.
When it was time for the torero champion to come out, the one from Portugal, the place shook with the anticipation. Drunken cheers, fists pumped in the air, and people grabbed the barriers and shook them viciously until Kate thought they might come down.
The bars slapped against her bare breasts, hurt them, and she looked angrily to the side to the drunken farmer next to her. His big knuckled hands were wrapped around the metal, the back of his hands laced with thick ropy veins. She cursed him and held her breasts , moved them from harm. Omar gently pushed himself deeper into her. She pulled her lips into her mouth and sucked them. She could feel every detail of him, could feel his foreskin pulling away and bunching up inside her as he moved it slightly in and out of her. Teasing her with it, making his movement look like two companions hugging and embracing, not like she was being penetrated. She forced her expression back to normal, tried not to give away how good he felt inside her.
The torero emerged finally and the place exploded. The sound system had been turned too loud and the woman emcee's voice blared aggressively from the klaxon. Kate covered her ears. Before she had even announced him, music drowned her out, someone cranking it over the same sound system she was trying to announce from. The torero bowed deep to the crowd, turned and did it again, going around clockwise, bowing in ten minute intervals so that everyone understood his appreciation.
Omar was deep inside her, deep as he could be while they both stood. She could feel her breasts out in the open could feel her hard nipples graze against the bare metal bars with each little thrust Omar gave her. She could feel his warm body against her back, could feel his weight pushing her forward each time he pushed it into her. She let herself gasp with each one, her little sounds disappearing in the din. She could sense the older men on her left watching her. She let them, let them get their thrill.
Now the torero was ready and he nodded to an assistant. Before anyone was prepared, the biggest bull she’d ever seen detonated from the stall across the ring. Omar slid himself deeper inside her as she watched the animal pound across the dirt of the ring throwing up clumps of earth. Omar fucked her gently while she watched, everyone's attention was on the ring. They were free now, free to move and give in to the pleasure. The torero moved with the bull as it charged, she could see him study it, calmly surveying it every time it lunged past him. The bull was pure fury and he was unaffected, he moved with it it controlled it, made it do the things he wanted it to.
The men next to her were talking and laughing their faces not turned to the action at all now. They were watching her get fucked. She let her shirt come open, let them see her breasts peek out, her hard nipples visible to them from where they stood.
The Portuguese kept the bull at bay, he was completely in control despite how ferocious the animal might seem to Kate. He was unafraid and he directed every movement with the bull, and the crowd was on the edge of its seat. He was a master and he moved the bull like a puppet.
Omar pushed into her hard, she could feel him getting urgent, could feel him very hard inside her. His hand came around and cupped her breast. She felt his rough palm against her soft sensitive nipple, felt him squeeze her. Omar slapped the hand away at the same time that she realized the grip was too small. There was a laugh next to her, it was the old farmer and he was laughing with his friend about what he’d done.
The bull charged again and it seemed like he might have bumped the torero because the crowd gasped. Kate had a good vantage and she saw that the bull hadn’t touched him. She saw the handsome face under the black winged hat out there smile as he knew the crowd thought the bull might have the better of him. He turned as the bull circled around him. She could see the sword behind his back now, his grip adjust on the handle, preparing the blade. She didn’t want to see this, she didn’t think he needed to do this, he’d shown everyone he was better did he have to kill it now too?
Her hands were sweaty and she gripped the fat metal tubing of the barricade. She could feel her breasts swinging heavily as Omar fucked her more urgently now. The bull trotted and surveyed the torero almost knowing this next charge had higher stakes , like it knew he had something hidden behind his back ready to pierce its flesh and end its life.
Omar picked up the pace, he was fucking her more deftly now, swiveling his hips as he pushed into her, it was rocking her body and her breasts were out and swaying with his movements. A flash went off and she could see a hand holding out a camera trying to get a picture of her bare breasts. It went off again and she spread her arms and let her breasts show. A hand grabbed a breast roughly again an
d Omar swatted it away.
The bull charged and she could see it framed above the torero, he had his hand behind his back holding the long blade and he held the rod with the red velvet drape out taunting the bull as it thundered towards him. He pivoted and drove the bull down using its own momentum to slow it down, forcing it into the ground. He moved it in a circle and then in one deft horrible motion he took the blade hidden behind the cape and drove in behind the bull's head and down between its shoulder blades. She cried out, horrified that he could end something that was so full of life.
She felt her eyes tear up, witnessing the end of something so beautiful. One moment ago it was vigorous and full of life and in the next a man plunged something through it and ended it. She shivered, overwhelmed by emotion and pleasure at the same time, feeling so good at the same time her heart swelled with pain. She could cry out in passion right now or burst into tears.
Another man came out and handed the torero another blade. She could see the bull was still alive, could see by its nose that it was still breathing, she heard it moan and her head fell forward in despair. Omar was making her feel so good, she had felt herself right at that edge. He had her on the blade of a huge orgasm but now its head had been pushed underwater, its fire extinguished. She felt his thrusts inside her but they felt far away and oddly painful. She let him fuck her, get himself to come. Hands that weren’t Omar touched her again and she pushed them away, she felt angry now. She grabbed the edges of her shirt and pulled them across her, covered herself up.
The torero raised the blade above his head and these heathens clamored and yelled urging him to finish the bull. She heard a woman shouting behind her, piercing above the cacophony. She looked away, knew he was going to finish the animal and she couldn’t bear to see it. Omar had stopped, and she felt him sliding out of her. His arms came around her and held her.
