Emma turned, picked up her clothes, and started walking out of the Bull Pen. No one dared lift a finger to stop her as she rang the cowbell.
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That’s All Folks
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The owner yelled out, “Well, that’s all folks. The bar’s closed and lights are goin’ off in 15 minutes.”
My sister announced on her microphone, “I hope everyone had fun tonight and got a chance to meet new friends. We have many other wonderful sorority events planned this fall. Classes for all students start tomorrow. Good luck this semester. On the way out, y’all are welcome to touch the Bull’s phallus, for luck.”
Something else my sister failed to tell me. As the new members filed past me, their hands touched, stroked, and squeezed my cock, sometimes adding a lick. All I could do was lay there, listening to their comments.
“I’d like to take this bull to my dorm room tonight.”
“I want to chain him to my bed.”
“If you did that, you’d never get any sleep!”
A pretty blonde with flowers in her hair passed by without touching my cock, and said with a Norwegian accent, “You dance very well. I enjoyed watching.”
The comments kept coming, “I’d like to hook his nose ring to my clit ring, and let this bull graze in my pasture.”
“I’d like to hog tie him and brand his rump with a tattoo of my pussy.”
Perhaps fifty women walked past, and after things settled, the owner came up and cleaned my cock.
She said, “I never would have guessed you had this kind of equipment. I want to apologize for tonight. I don’t normally run my establishment this way. We only allow double bull riding during special events when the bar is closed. If we tried it during regular business hours, they’d shut us down. I talked to each of the three ladies tonight before they mounted you. They’re all on some birth control, and each one swore they were clean. This is Texas, and I’ve been in this business a long time. When I look a cowgirl in the eyes, I can tell whether I can trust her, so I let them have free rein. That was my mistake tonight. Normally, I set strict limits on what they can and cannot do.”
She continued, “The things you did before getting on the bull were a hoot. I’d like you to come in on Friday and Saturday nights and do the same things to entertain my customers. Interact with them. Flirt with them. Make them laugh. Don’t worry. You won’t be lying down on the bull and sex is absolutely taboo, cuz I don’t fancy a bunch of calves trotting through my door nine months from now. I’ll pay you $200 a night, and you can keep the tips. If you’re interested, stop by tomorrow.”
That was more money, in less time than my cafeteria work-study job. “Yes, mam. I’m definitely interested. My last class ends at 1:00. I’ll come right over after that.”
“One more thing you should know. That stuff I sprayed on your cock is part cleaner and part de-sensitizing spray. I used it because your erection had to last through all three riders. Your cock ain’t no good to me if you fire all your bullets at once. The effects of the spray will keep getting a bit more intense, but should fade by morning. Until it wears off, you’ll feel like you’re having an orgasm, but more’n likely, you’ll only get off a single shot, or even be shootin’ blanks.”
She undid the leather strap around my waist, went over to the bull controls, and turned off the extra lighting in the Bull Pen.
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Quite a Night
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I sat up on the bull as my sister came and we started talking. “You’ve had quite the night, Squirt. What did the owner want?”
“She offered me a job.”
MK asked, “Cleaning up at night?”
“No. She wants me to dress up in the bull costume on weekends, but not to be on the bull’s back or have sex. She liked my bullfighting skit and wants to hire me to entertain her customers, make them laugh, and flirt with them.”
“You should know this place is packed every Friday and Saturday night with sorority members. Think you can handle four thousand of us?”
“A cowboy never backs away from a challenge! So, maybe not all at once, but it’ll be fun trying.”
“When I gave you the bull costume, I said you might enjoy it. Sounds like you did.”
MK pointed to a place on the floor, “I saw you dancing with Analena. That was the sexiest dance I’ve ever seen, and she’s pretty darn hot to boot.”
“As we danced, I felt incredible passion and excitement. Even though we were both clothed, it was like we were making love to each other on the dance floor.”
“She’s from Spain, and is a bit worried about meeting guys.”
“I’m dancing with her again tomorrow night. Then on Saturday, six other new members want Analena and I to teach them the Paso Doble.”
“Sounds like you’re already stealing cowgirl’s hearts, Squirt.”
MK pointed to the registration table. “The last cowgirl who rode you tonight was the one who asked about you when she came in. She’s a real cowgirl who grew up on a big ranch in West Texas. She’s smart as a whip and with her flaming red hair, she’s right good lookin’ too. She’s got a ton of self-confidence, but you may have already guessed that. She told me she wanted to hook up with you, so I gave her your number. To make things up to you for tonight, when I drew the name of the last rider, I said her name instead. I set you two up.”
“MK, she lifted up my mask and looked at me. She knows I was the bull.”
“Don’t worry, Squirt. Judgin’ by the way she rode your face, she’s into cunnilingus. Your tongue made that tough cowgirl melt and you left a mighty fine impression on her. I suspect she’ll be giving you a call. It’s up to you to take it from there.”
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Lights Out
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The bright overhead lights went out in the cantina, replaced by the odd illumination of still-lit-up beer signs, along with the glow of the neon cowboy as his cock kept rising and falling.
“I guess we should be going now, MK.”
“Thanks for your help tonight, Squirt.”
MK took my hands and looked into my eyes, and we shared an intimate kiss. The kiss was long and wet, her tongue probing my mouth, and we both moaned as we kissed. When at last we separated we were both breathing hard. Her hand dropped to my crotch and found my erect cock.
“We are all alone here tonight, Squirt. Everyone has gone home. No one will see us.”
“See us do what, MK?”
With a raspy breath, she said, “Something changed between us tonight, Squirt. I ropin’ ya tonight, and I ain’t lettin’ ya git out the chute until you put your cock in me again.”
I protested. “I understand why we had sex on the bull. You had to do it for your sorority. But this is different. So wrong. I love you, MK, with all my heart, and I would do anything for you, but you’re my sister.”
“Lightning struck us on that bull tonight. I felt it. I know you felt it too. A new connection formed between us. Sexual, but more than sex. We weren’t just fucking, we bonded and did so in a way far greater, far stronger, than physical. I can’t explain it.”
“I felt it too, MK. But are we willing to take the next step?”
“There are many theories about arguin’ with a cowgirl, Squirt. None of ’em work.”
MK pulled off her pink T-shirt, exposing her magnificent breasts. Her short cowgirl skirt quickly followed, dropping to the floor. I stood there looking, totally in awe. The neon lights flashed, illuminating the flawless skin on her smooth, shapely body. I had to be dreaming. I wanted her so bad!
“Take off that silly bull costume, Squirt. I want fuck a real man tonight.”
MK walked over to the railing surrounding the Bull Pen and put her hands on top. Her round ass cheeks faced me and looked so inviting. After shedding the costume, I followed after her, my eyes flitting between MK and the rising and falling cock of the neon cowboy. Moving behind her, I slipped my cock between her legs and felt her soft ass cheeks press back against me.
She pulled her long blonde hair aside, offering me her tempting neck. I took it. Nuzzling her with kisses, accented with long slow licks, I tasted the saltiness of the day’s sweat on her skin. Breathing in her scent, the lingering traces of her perfume further fueled my deep hunger.
“Oh, Squirt!”
Her thighs squeezed together, and puffy lips wrapped themselves around my cock. Her hips began gyrating, the warm flesh massaging my rock-hard cock as it slid within her wet crack.
MK yelled, “Don’t move! Let me handle this!”
It took me a moment for me to realize the meaning of her words. This was MK’s fantasy, and even though I was the bull, she wanted to be in control. Every gyration was slightly different. The force, the angle, the intensity. She was rubbing her pussy against my cock when and where she wanted it. I was the tenderfoot, she was the seasoned cowgirl. I was the bull, she was the matador. I was the freshman, she was the hot senior.
“Mmmmmm,” she purred.
MK rocked forward, bending over, and clung to the railing. She paused for a moment, then rocked back. Her perfectly positioned wet vagina easily slipped over the head of my cock, letting me glide partway inside. It was Fucking Wonderful! Tonight, I had been a talking cowboy hat, a dance partner, a cock sticking up from the back of a mechanical bull, and a firm tongue wriggling inside a pussy.
Suddenly, with my cock buried inside MK, everything changed. My love for MK transformed. She was no longer just a mentoring sister, she was now my passionate lover. She rocked forward again, with my hips in pursuit. Pushing my cock further into her, I felt it stretch out her slick, tight walls. She gasped! I slid my hands down to her hips and pressed her body against the railing.
“Go for it, Squirt!” panted MK.
I pulled back, then pushed forward again, letting my cock slide all the way into her, savoring the warmth and the wetness surrounding me. Her inner walls squeezed against me, trying to trap me inside her, but a gentle slap on her ass cheek aided my escape. Screw the game playing! I drove my cock deep into her again and felt her twin round orbs clap against me. She had unleashed my bull testosterone! I had wrested control away from MK. Now, I was the bull, she was the heifer. I was the stud, she was a sorority babe.
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