The owner yelled, “Looks like we got a real cowgirl ridin’ next!”
In a voice as sweet as a Texas praline, and with a drawl deeper than the Heart of Texas, Emma yelled, “I like to ride my bulls long and hard!” The crowd went wild.
She leaned over me, and I got my first good look. She was a wind-blown beauty wearing barely any makeup. Her skin showed its time outdoors under the western sun. If she were a guy, I would call her rugged-looking. I struggled to think of better words to describe a rugged-looking woman. Maybe a combination of strong and simple on the outside, but complex on the inside, with only a hint of delicate. Her rugged look contrasted with the pink T-shirt she was wearing. But her cowgirl hat showed genuine wear, including sweat around the band. I bet her hat doesn’t spend any time hung up, it looked more like something she wore every day. Beneath her hat was a cute, upturned nose, beautiful bright hazel eyes, and frizzy red hair tied back into a ponytail.
She ducked down and briefly disappeared, then I saw her holding a white cloth. She tossed it into the air, and as it fluttered down, I saw it was a pair of panties. Thanks for the warning. Dipping again, she tossed a pair of short, cutoff jeans into the air.
“I’ll be bare-bottom riding tonight!” she yelled. The crowd hooted and hollered.
She moved alongside the bull, and putting a hand on me, appeared to be judging the height. I could tell she was short. Maybe just a hair over five feet. Seeing that, the owner moved the stool for her use. She kicked it aside, and said, “I don’t need no stinkin’ stool. Just lower the bull about 6 inches.”
I felt the mechanical bull descend beneath me as the operator lowered both the front and rump ends of the bull. Grabbing my cock like a saddle horn, Emma jumped up, and easily threw her leg over me, ending up sitting on my stomach facing the front end of the bull. Her knees squeezed against my sides, and she wriggled her sexy butt as if trying to get a feel for her new saddle.
She quickly pushed up off, jumped down, and spun 90 degrees. Immediately, she sprang back up, landing side saddle on my stomach. The sudden movement caught me by surprise, forcing the wind from me. As I fought for breath, she hopped down once again, turned, then jumped back up. This time she landed on my chest, facing the rump end of the bull. I looked up at her and saw her smiling. She must have done some trick riding in a rodeo. The crowd went absolutely wild.
With her legs straddling both me and the mechanical bull, I got a great look at her nicely trimmed cunt. Her mound was covered by a thick mat of short reddish curly hairs, tapering down along the outside of her clit, before disappearing halfway down her swollen outer lips. A true Fire-Crotch. She put both arms behind her and pushed off my chest, butt hopping towards my face until her mound pressed against the point of my chin. My limited experience performing cunnilingus was mostly quick encounters, so I was a little worried about her desire to ride me long and hard.
She looked at the bull operator and said, “Toss me that microphone.”
Catching it, she announced, “There was a movie a while back called The Horse Whisperer, starring Robert Redford. If y’all don’t know what a Horse Whisperer is, let me tell ya. It’s someone who can communicate, understand, and train horses without using words. Well, tonight, I’m a Pussy Whisperer. This bull’s gonna communicate with my pussy, understand what it wants, and then I’m gonna train him to please me. And he won’t be doing any talking, cuz his tongue is going to be mighty busy doing something else!”
I couldn’t believe the crowd could get wilder, but they did. Emma tossed the microphone back to the bull operator, and I saw her hips rise. She wriggled her butt, then moved her pussy right over my exposed mouth but did not lower it. I heard her yell, “Spur this bitch!” The mechanical bull started moving in a slow rhythm, similar to galloping.
As her pussy hovered over my face, her ragged inner lips jutted out, and I could see she was already plenty wet. I could tell by how she moved her hips that she had spent plenty of time in the saddle. She has the natural gait of a horsewoman. I was surprised she wasn’t grinding he pussy against my face, rather, her pussy only brushed lightly over it. Her knees pressed against the bull, holding her exactly where she wanted to be. Contact with my face only happened when and where she wanted it, and she left no doubt as to who was in charge.
With my eyes not covered, I looked up from between her spread legs. Emma didn’t have too much in the way of cleavage, but what she had was high and tight. Her pert breasts were securely tucked away in a bra, and there was no chance the bull operator was going to pop them free no matter how much the bull bucked and turned.
Emma looked down at me, and our eyes met. She smiled for a second, then stuck her tongue straight out. The Pussy Whisperer had issued her first wordless command, and it was not one I wanted to disobey. I extended my tongue like a mini cock and held it up in place. I knew my job was to let her do whatever she wanted. Emma applied more downward pressure, stroking her pussy against my tongue.
Then the worst possible thing happened. The crowd grew silent. The bull operator knew Emma’s boobs weren’t going to be flopping around, and it was difficult for others to see what was happening between my mouth and Emma’s pussy. The crowd wanted more. Much more. The bull operator recognized the silence and Emma’s skill as a rider, so she kicked the mechanical bull in the nuts, making it jump. Beneath me, the behemoth came to life, dipping, turning, spinning, and wildly bucking. Emma was all the way at the rump end of the bull, so every movement of the bull was that much more intense.
Emma grabbed the ring on the nose of my bull mask with one hand, raised her other hand over her head, then settled her pussy down on my face. She squeezed her thighs together to help her stay on the bull. “YEE-HAW!” she cried. The crowd woke up and yelled their encouragement.
“Ride ’em, Cowgirl!”
Emma’s body was rocking and rolling in every direction. Her impressive riding skill helped her lean into each of the bull’s movements. Beneath her, I was the forgotten tongue. The mechanical bull was grinding my face right into her pussy! A series of quick jumps by the bull forced Emma into the air, and she landed hard on my face.
I wanted to reach up with my hands and wrap them around her thighs, but even with the leather strap around my stomach I was slipping and sliding to the point where I feared being thrown from the bull. I lowered my arms and pressed against each side of the bull, trying to hold on. Emma had asked about me when she checked in tonight, so I wanted to help her if I could. I opened my lips wide, pressed them over her petite inner pussy lips to form a tight seal, and began sucking.
Emma gasped, pushed her pussy down hard, and I felt her squirt into the back of my mouth. How was such a thing even possible? I knew then there are many things I still need to learn about cowgirls. I gagged and choked before swallowing her warm salty fluids. Slick juices coated both her pussy and my mouth, and I lapped at them with my tongue, running over every ridge and into every valley. I writhed beneath her, trying to keep my tongue in position. But the wild movements of the mechanical bull made it impossible.
I kept licking and waggling my tongue, as fast and as strong as I could. I was certain my tongue moved well past her leg creases and onto her inner thighs before her body was jerked back into position. I wanted to stay under her pussy, so I nibbled and nipped at her soft flesh, biting gently when needed. I found a firm nub sticking out, so I wrapped my lips around it and sucked with all my might. The bull kept thrashing and Emma’s body kept leaning and moving, trying to pull the nub from between my lips. But I was committed and wouldn’t let her nub go. I just sucked that much harder every time I felt her nub being pulled from my lips.
At last, the bull operator gave up, and slowed the bull to a gentle rocking motion, moving us around in lazy circles. Emma settled her pussy down over my mouth and started wriggling and squirming. A big gush of fluids drained into my mouth. I drank it down, not missing a single drop. Emma’s pussy kept leaking, but I had no idea whether she had another orgasm. All I knew was my mouth kept filling up with her sweet nectar. I couldn’t believe the volume I drank from Emma’s pussy during this one ride.
report “That’s Time,” yelled the bull operator. The bull slowed to a stop.
But Emma kept bucking and grinding her pussy on my mouth, so I kept licking, lapping, and sucking.
“Your ten minutes are up,” yelled the owner.
Emma and I kept going at it, neither of us wanting to stop, and nothing else mattered. The crowd sensed this and began offering their encouragement.
“Oh, Yeah!”
“Keep it going!”
“Oh Boy!”
The owner and bull operator tried to pull Emma off, but all they succeeded in doing was to raise Emma’s hackles. I looked up between Emma’s legs and saw her hand fighting and clawing like a wildcat. With the bull stopped, I wrapped my arms around Emma’s thighs, locking her into place. The owner and bull operator kept trying to pull her off, but all they managed to do was slide Emma’s pussy back and forth over my mouth!
Emma freed both arms, threw her hands up into the air, squeezed her butt cheeks together, and came one more time. I held my mouth open, letting her precious fluids drain into me. As my tongue swirled the sweet nectar around in my mouth, I squirted one fountain of cum straight up into the air, drawing another roar from the crowd.
Emma stopped resisting and allowed herself to be pulled off my face. The owner and bull operator held onto her, standing about five feet from the bull.
Emma yelled, “Wait! I want to tell him something! Let me go!”
“No chance!” was the reply from the owner.
Straining to look, I watched Emma stomp on the toes of the bull operator with the heel of her boot. She broke free from the owner’s grip and ran over to me. Lifting my mask, she looked at me and yelped, “Colt! It’s you!” She smiled, then lowered her lips to mine and kissed me. When finished, she whispered, “So this is where you got to! What you did to me tonight with your mouth was freakin’ amazing. No one has ever made me feel as good as you did for as long as you did. Thank you!”
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