Then I heard my sister’s voice, calling out from just ahead. “Clear the path! Clear the path!” She pushed her way between the new members and stood facing me. I remained bent but my eyes looked up at her. She slipped a finger through the nose ring on the mask but held it low, forcing me to stay stooped. I wonder if she was upset that I had just upstaged her main event. “It’s time we ride this bull!” she yelled to the eager crowd.
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Saddlin’ Up
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My sister led me into the Bull Pen, and I was finally able to stand up. She walked over to the stage to use the microphone, “Our live bull will be laying faceup on top of the mechanical bull. Tonight, we will be drawing three names for a chance to ride both bulls at once, any way you want!” The crowd shouted their approval.
“Yee-Haw! Yee-Haw!”
“Bull! Bull!, Bull!”
An older woman, maybe early 40s, approached me. She must have been a beauty when she was younger, and still looked mighty fine, her Western clothing not doing much to hide her well-rounded figure. She must be the owner. She gave me a quick look from head to toe and shook her head side-to-side as if she wasn’t impressed. I glanced over at the mechanical bull and covering the outside was brown and white fur, resembling cowhide. Beneath two impressive, but fake, horns, the face of the bull bore a fearsome look. There was but a single hump, located behind the head, the back being flat all the way to the rump. Both sides of the bull tapered down, making it a bit narrower than I expected, but perhaps it was that way for the lady riders.
Around the bull’s massive girth was a mostly flattened leather saddle, with a horn at the hump end, designed to help secure the rider’s grip while riding the bull. I was not surprised when I saw that the horn looked like a giant erect cock! The owner carefully unhooked the saddle and removed it.
She looked at me and said, “We can’t normally do anything like this in my cantina, but we’re closed for this special sorority event. Tonight, you’re the saddle. Lay down on your back, put yer head right here at the rump end, then wrap your legs around the hump.”
She brought me a step stool, and I climbed aboard. As I lay down, I looked up at the exposed ductwork in the ceiling and wondered what I had gotten myself into.
The owner tossed a leather belt over my chest. “You’ll be sliding around a bit, depending on how the ladies ride ya. This is for their protection.” She secured the belt underneath the bull. As I looked down my torso, my eyes moved to my cock. It would be in the same position as the fake cock on the saddle she removed! I shuddered, knowing what that meant.
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Ready Rider One
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The owner didn’t use a microphone, and yelled in a powerful voice, “What happens in the Cowgirl Cantina tonight stays in the Cowgirl Cantina. This bull is fresh off the farm and needs taming. I’m looking for three bull riders who are tough enough to help me break him in. Once you climb on this onery beast, you’d best be ready for a hard ride, if you know what I mean. You must stay on the bull for the full ten minutes. If he bucks you off, be a cowgirl and climb back on him. The longer you ride him, the angrier he’ll git.”
Oh great, ten minutes is way longer than the three minutes my sister told me earlier. But the owner sure knew how to put on a great show.
My sister announced, “It’s time to draw the name of the first rider.” She picked a small piece of paper from a glass bowl and read it out. “Ann Delton!”
I watched a super sexy cowgirl walk into the Bull Pen and start talking with the owner. She had longer than shoulder-length wavy locks of auburn-colored hair pulled back under a straw cowgirl hat. Her face was stunning, highlighted by emerald green eyes and a wide smile. She had tied her pink T-shirt up in the front, right below her breasts, exposing her midriff. Within her T-shirt, I saw nipples poking against the fabric. She was excited, and she was not wearing a bra! Her taut stomach merged into the shortest pair of Daisy Dukes I had ever seen. I took a deep breath and was glad I had ten minutes with her instead of just three.
She stood next to the rump end and looked at me, “Hey sweetie, let’s have some fun tonight.” Then she walked around the side of the mechanical bull and used the step stool to climb up and sit on my stomach. She was facing away from me, looking toward the front of the bull.
She yelled, “I need something to wrap my hands around, so this bull won’t buck me off.” She leaned forward and dug around inside the crotch of my cow costume. Finding my erect cock, she pulled it out.
“Whoa now! I didn’t expect to find this.”
She wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock and held it straight up. Over seventy women were staring at my cock! “Look what this bull’s got between his legs!”
There was a rumbling of conversation and even surprised gasps from the crowd. Then, voices started calling out.
“Now that’s what I call a cock and bull story.”
“That’s more like it, Mini-Moo!” yelled a woman.
“Where y’all been hiding that thang” yelled another.
“I love a hung bull!”
“I want to suck his Rocky Mountain Oysters!”
I always thought I had a decent cock, but I never considered myself to be in the bull category. Perhaps it was partial compensation for my lack of height. The owner handed the rider a condom, but she flung it out into the cheering crowd and I wondered if it was just for show. The owner checked with the rider, who indicated she was ready. She signaled the bull operator, who turned the mechanical bull on. The sudden jolt almost caused me to lose my balance. But with one hundred twenty pounds of cowgirl sitting on my stomach, there was little chance I would be falling off.
She was riding me reverse cowgirl, and I could see her beautiful auburn-colored hair swishing beneath her hat as her head bobbed. She had a tight grip on the horn of the saddle, namely, my cock. As the bull picked up speed and began rocking movements, she started to lean into them and follow the motion of the mechanical bull. She was grinding her pussy on the fake fur of the bull costume, and I bet it felt nice on her bare inner thighs.
She leaned forward, giving me a splendid view of her ass. There was hardly any fabric between her legs, just a thin strip of faded denim, not much wider than the string on a thong, bisecting her swollen inner lips. As it passed through the meatiest part, it actually disappeared! Partially obscuring her puffy outer lips and extending outward I saw small tufts of curly auburn-colored hair. I was instantly jealous of the lucky guy who got to graze in her hairy pasture. The bull operator slowly rotated the bull making sure everyone got a good view.
Ann sat back up, untied her T-shirt, and pulled it up to expose her breasts. The bull operator began rocking the bull from side to side, I guess in hopes of making her breasts start swinging.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hooters!” shouted someone in the crowd.
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Ann lowered her T-shirt, and while holding onto my cock, she pulled. Ouch! Lifting her ass, she managed to make a short hop forward. Even from the back, I had never seen anything sexier in my entire life. I stared in disbelief. After more bumps forward, her hips reached my cock. Pressing her knees against the sides of the bull, she rose up into position and didn’t even use her hand to position my straight-up cock. She wriggled her wet pussy until the opening of her vagina located my cock. She began her descent, slowly and sensuously taking me into her until she reached the base of my shaft. She must have really been really wet, but then, if holding onto a real cock while bouncing up and down on a mechanical bull in front of a cheering crowd couldn’t get you wet, I guess nothing could.
No longer gentle, the bull operator increased the tempo, causing Ann to slide around and lean in all directions. Her vagina pulled my cock one way, then another. No longer able to hold on to my cock with her hand for support, her vagina took over the task, clamping and squeezing while trying keep her on the bull. She raised her right arm, removed her cowgirl hat, and hollered, “YEE-HAW!” I started bucking with my cock, timed to the motion of the bull, trying to get as much of my cock inside her as I could.
It reminded me of a scene from a movie or a social media video, where the hot girl rides the mechanical bull. Only this time, I was the bull. Ann’s head rolled back and both arms spread wide. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” The bull kept rocking, the crowd kept cheering, her hips kept rocking, and I kept thrusting up into her. I felt her inner muscles undulating inside her pussy. She rose up once more, and as she lowered, I shot my load into her.
report “Ten minutes!”, yelled the bull operator. “Time’s up!”
Ann slumped forward onto the bull’s hump, with my cock still inside her! My cock naturally curves upward, and her pussy was pulling it in the opposite direction. It was painful bent that way, but the view of her barely covered ass made up for it. As aftershocks rippled through her, I watched her juices gush out and dribble down my cock.
The owner and two other women helped Ann off and she had trouble standing on her wobbly legs. I wondered if that was due to the motion of the bull or to her orgasm. A combination of both, I guessed. They led her to a seat inside the Bull Pen. The owner approached me with a spray bottle and a cloth, cleaned me up, and seemed to enjoy what she was doing.
The owner went over to Ann and helped her up. As they walked out of the Bull Pen together, I heard the owner say in a loud voice, “Ring the cowbell if you had an orgasm.”
And Ann did.
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Ready Rider Two
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From the stage, my sister announced that the first rider gets to pick the next one. She carried the glass bowl of names over to where Ann was sitting. Dipping her hand into the bowl, Ann pulled out a small piece of paper. My sister held the microphone and Ann read the name, “Mary Kay Williams!” As the crowd cheered, my sister dropped the microphone. It was her name!
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