threw himself in La Tarantula's arms she felt the great pulsing thing alive in his trousers. And as he kissed her wildly, she allowed her hand to roam down to his trouser flap and unbutton it. Then she inserted her hand into the opening and wrapped her slim fingers around the already-hardened organ. Immediately it took a sudden spurt like a runner receiving his second wind. It shot out like a racehorse from the barrier. And as she drew the flap aside, it tumbled from its resting place and against her nakedness where it pulsed like a mad thing. Again La Tarantula inserted her hand to his cock. But this time her busy fingers wrapped themselves around that amazing ballsac that harboured the famous triple testicles. She felt the rough wrinkled skin. She reacted pleasurably to the tiny hairs scattered over its surface. But most of all she reacted to the pulsations that throbbed through it, the pulsations that were being caused because of her own provocative proximity.
All this while, El Gallo himself was not caught napping. He had taken hold of her nipple in his mouth and with tender lippings was nuzzling it to a stiffness that indicated the enormity of the passion that was flooding through her. At times he would bite playfully at the lobe of her ear, for he had discovered that little action to be quite exciting to her. And when he felt her fingers stroking his balls and prick, he went at his task with an added virility, not knowing what else he could do in order to demonstrate his love for her.
By this time they had worked each other up to the heat necessary to assuring themselves of a good fuck. La Tarantula was murmuring, 'I love you! I love you!' El Gallo was demanding of her the reason for her untoward actions the night before when she had allowed the bull to have his bestial cock inserted into her beautiful cunny.
But La Tarantula was too impatient for the oncoming fuck to bother her head over answering. All she could do was gasp out love endearments to him the while she stroked his balls and buttocks and cock with hot rapid palps of fingers. They could excite themselves no higher. Already, both were panting from their exertions. La Tarantula was working her hips and buttocks in the familiar sexual circle as she felt the bulk of El Gallo's prick press against her and nestle among the pubic hairs.
Finally, El Gallo could withhold himself no longer. Taking her up in his arms once more, he carried her over to the operating table where he placed her tenderly outstretched on the white expanse of sheet. There, she spread her legs out wide for him. For the minute he smiled when an odd thought came to him.
'You are lying in the right place!' he said.
'Why?' she asked wonderingly.
'Because when the matador receives a cuerno from a bull, he is brought here and he is laid out on this bed where his gaping wounds are treated by the doctors.'
'And I?' she asked.
'You too have a gaping red wound,' he said with a grin, inserting his finger into the gash that glowed between her legs. His finger sank into the moist flesh pulsing under his finger's touch. He raised the digit to come in contact with a stiff little facsimile of his own elongated penis.
'What does the doctor do when the matador with the gaping red gash of a cuerno is brought here?' La Tarantula asked archly.
'He closes up the wound!' El Gallo replied.
'I suffer greatly from my deep gash, good doctor El Gallo!' she answered.
'And I am ever handy with the needle!' El Gallo replied. And, suiting the action to the word, he leaped up onto the bed, spread her legs still wider and adjusted his cock so that it barely rested in the aperture that God had placed in woman's body for that purpose. For a few seconds he teased her by merely allowing the tip to rest in the entrance so that she could feel it was there but not all there. Then, when he saw a petulant frown come into her face, he leaned his entire weight against the bloated pecker, sinking its entire length in to the hilt and wrenching from the lips of the joy-anguished La Tarantula below him the deepest moan of combined pleasure and pain. Back and forth his body went, each time drawing the needle in and out. And, as he drew the penis out, La Tarantula began to practice one of her artful tricks on him. Instead of allowing him to withdraw easily, she contracted the muscles in her cunt so that they wrapped themselves around his cock like iron bands. The result was an intense pleasure as though he was being milked.
'There!' he said as he continued to pump the organ into her, and between grunts. 'Is that… ugh!.. not better than… ugh!.. that foul… ugh! … beast?'
La Tarantula was unable to make answer. Instead, she took hold of his face between her hands and drew his head down to hers. Then, opening her mouth as wide as she could, she made as though to swallow his whole mouth in hers, nipping his lips and his tongue with her front teeth, darting her active tongue into crevices of his mouth that even he himself was unaware existed. Nose to nose they breathed in the fire from each other's nostrils, the saliva from their mouths mingling in sweet fluxion, their busy fingers, roaming over every part of their bodies, exploring for sensitive spots, eagerly trying to ferret out some place that had not been lovingly caressed.
From the outside, La Tarantula heard the sounds of the bullfight. A bull bellowed and roared. A horse whinnied out as the bull's horns sank deeply into its entrails, while the picador on the horse sank his pic into the muscle hump on the back of the bull. So absorbed did she become in the external sounds, ruminating and conjecturing on their causes, that she did not sense the oncoming orgasm until it was almost ready to come upon her. Then, she was suddenly brought back to the fact that she was being deliciously fucked by El Gallo, the El Gallo, and that in the background of her consciousness, there lurked the first signs of an approaching spasm of passion. Slowly and slowly the orgasm gathered its forces, piling up in back of her body like floodwaters behind the dike, seething within her with the same impetuous rhythm that precedes an inundation.
Then it was that she experienced the strangest of emotions. Time and time again she had been brought to the same point. The seething, boiling millrace within her was an old story. This emotion was a different emotion. This passion was the old passion magnified a hundredfold.
This was love!
At last she was experiencing that most elusive of sensations. She had read of love in the romantic novels of Spain. She had heard the young girls tell of love. Love was on everyone's lips. Love, it was said, made the world go round.
This was love!
Those supposed passions of the past, they had not been love. They had been imitations of love. This was love. Behind the physical pleasures there peeped a spiritual awakening, the birth of a regard for her love partner that had never been present in her. She looked up into the face of El Gallo, the sweat streaming from his forehead. She saw a light in his eyes that she had never seen there before. He was in love with her too. That was why he had looked so sad last night. That was why he had wept. He loved her. And she loved him. That was love! That was why this old passion was magnified to a point where she thought that she could not stand the pressure of her boiling orgiastic senses. And as she felt his long cock travelling the length of her vagina, touching, titillating the mouth of her womb it seemed, she knew that she had found the one man to whom she could respond wholeheartedly. Then and there she sensed the orgasm. Then and there she succumbed to her emotions. She almost swooned in the resultant pleasures that swarmed over her like the enemy in an attack.
'I'm coming!' she whispered, 'I'm coming!'
'Me too!' he answered laconically.
Then she came, her ass ploughing up and back in an attempt to match El Gallo's fierce thrusts. Her plasm flowed all over her and under her and about her, enveloping her in its effulgent caresses. And, at the same time, she felt three short spurts against the walls of her cunny together with a pleasing, smooth, fluidic inundation of his juice gushing into her. Together they lay and she wrapped her legs around his legs. And she stuck her mouth to his mouth. She cleaved her tongue to his tongue, and rolled her hips to his hips. She knew that nothing now was ever going to part them, that their bodies were one, their lives were one, their future was one.
Their orgasms over, neither said a word. Both were puffing mightily.
As if to heighten his emotion, La Tarantula nipped the flesh of his cheek playfully. It sent an electric current through him so that he gave his limp prick in her moist cunny a muscle jerk. She reciprocated in turn with the muscles in her cunt, contracting them so that they felt like a ring of fire around his cock. They continued to do this playfully for some time, the while their laboured gasps became normal. But, by the time they had managed to breathe right, they discovered that, in their playfulness, she had worked his quondam flaccid prick up to a hard-on again, so that it bulked in her quim once more. And, to boot, she had worked herself up to another pitch where she itched for the violent fuck thrusts once again. There was nothing that could be done about it except fuck. And so, having rested from the terrific ardours of the first orgasm, El Gallo set to work once more, throwing his enlarged
