I furiously pumped my cock in and out of MK’s cunt, enjoying the mixed sensations of tightness, friction, and slipperiness. A strange feeling came over me. An urgent and unexpected tingle rippled through my body and my brain. I was fucking MK! The woman of my dreams, and the woman I loved more than any other on this planet.
MK waggled her head, tossing her long blonde hair around like a mare in heat. Was she signaling to me she was ready? I kept pumping into her and felt her cunt try to clamp down on my cock. “Om! Om! Om!” she shouted, timed to my thrusts. Then, unexpectedly, her powerful hip muscles overcame my grip.
“Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! I’m cumming!”
She bucked back against me like a wild mare, her body shaking, and my cock felt a series of strong, pulsating undulations as her orgasm hit. A fantastic orgasm overwhelmed me as well, and I sent one stream of cum deep into MK. Her knees turned to Jell-O, and she slumped forward, leaning over the railing for support, struggling for breath.
I gently pulled my cock out, finding it coated with a frothy mix of our sexual fluids. MK pushed off the railing to stand and turned to face me. Her body had a warm glow about it, as her juices dripped onto the floor. “That was… so… fucking great. I never thought… anyone… could make me… feel that way… Stud!”
I wondered. “MK, do you know you called me Stud instead of Squirt.”
She kept fighting for breath, “Cuz.. now… you are… a Stud!”
We stood there smiling at each other. No words were necessary. We tried to suppress our silly giggles but failed. I was so happy, and MK looked the same. Her breathing returned to normal, and she reached out her hand to grasp the underside of my erect shaft. Taking a deep breath, she lifted it and said, “How are you still keeping this one-eyed monster awake?”
“The owner sprayed my cock with de-sensitizing spray. All the tingles, the excitement, and the energy built up inside me. Nothing could stop that. I kept fucking you, but the sensations on my cock were less intense. I still had all the mental sensations and desires, but the spray interfered with the signals between my cock and my brain. I’m not sure I like that.”
“Sorry, Stud, but there ain’t no cowgirls I know gonna have a problem with you saving your bullets, especially if you don’t need to reload right away. You look ready to go again. And so am I. Lay down on the floor.”
“Right here?” I asked.
MK nodded. I stooped down and made a rolling motion to end up on my back. Peanut shells crunched beneath me. On either side were half-filled plastic cups of beer, some of which had been knocked over. Bits and pieces of food dropped from the taco bar surrounded me. MK stood over me, looking down at my cock. She began to lower herself.
“Wait!” I yelled. “Not here. Let’s move over to that cow rug on stage.”
MK helped me up and led me to the raised stage. I looked at MK and said, “I want to feel your incredible body pressed against mine. I want feel your soft skin next to mine.”
She nodded. I stood naked before MK. The only thing she wore was her boots. I pointed to them.
“A cowgirl never takes off her boots, even when having sex.”
I smiled this time. At least she wasn’t wearing spurs. I stood there admiring her body until my mind ran out of adjectives.
MK said, “Are you just gonna stand there looking? Or are you gonna fuck me again?” She went to a table and picked up two bottles of BarBQ sauce.
“Do you like Sweet or Spicy?” she asked.
I couldn’t figure out what MK was up to. “I’d have to taste the sauces before telling you.”
“Then fine!” she said in a huff. MK squeezed a dribble from one bottle onto her left breast and a dribble from the other onto her right breast. “Come git ’em cowboy! 100% pure, all-natural, brisket-fed Texas breast meat!”
Wow! Oh, Wow! Oh, Wow! My tongue was on her perfectly shaped breasts in an instant, lapping away at more than just the sauce. My mouth latched onto her right nipple and began sucking, while my hand kneaded the soft flesh of her left breast. Inside my mouth, her nipple quickly grew longer and thicker. As I continued sucking, I rolled her other nipple between my thumb and fingers, drawing soft moans.
I switched sides and nipped at her other erect nub, taking it between my teeth and tugging at it like I was pulling rib meat off the bone. MK gasped with pleasure. I placed my mouth around her entire areola, allowing me to tease her sensitive nipple with my tongue. I began sucking, pulling her breast flesh into my mouth like a hungry catfish sucking in its supper. Her body shuddered and quaked. MK placed her hand behind my head and held me in place, stroking my hair.
Then MK grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head away. “Well? Sweet or spicy?” she asked.
I looked at her firm nipples sticking out from her deep pink areolas, and replied, “Fuck the sauce! I want a woman who’s as sweet as pecan pie and spicy as a jalapeño. And there’s one standing right in front of me.”
MK pulled my face between her breasts and used her hands to push her soft flesh together until it surrounded me, conforming perfectly to my head. Buried in her warm softness, I had found the one and the only place I wanted to spend the rest of my life.
She released me and I laid down on the cow rug, finding it surprisingly soft and plush. MK stood over me, looking absolutely stunning. Keeping my erection would not be a problem. She lowered herself, settling right on my cock, flattening it against my lower stomach. I looked up and saw her smiling. She began grinding, rubbing her pussy over my trapped cock.
Her large breasts swayed side-to-side. I reached up to cup them with my hands, the firm, soft flesh easily overflowing. I squeezed, teased, and played with her magnificent breasts. I looked up at MK’s face, our eyes met, and I became transfixed. I didn’t want to look away. I couldn’t look away! MK had captured my heart, and as I looked deeper into her soul, I knew I had captured hers.
“I’m ready, MK!”
She lifted her hips, grasped my cock, and guided it into her waiting pussy. She took the lead back and began rocking her hips, raising and lowering her pussy at her preferred speed. I let her do what she wanted. I loved her and wanted this to be a special moment for her. For us. I was reading her signs, watching for her signals. I saw and felt her orgasm approaching, so I added small lifts of my hips, timed to her movements.
“Oh, fuck again!” she cried out.
I thrust my cock upward, and cried out, “I love you, MK!”
“I love you too, Stud!”
Her entire body shuddered, her pussy rippled, and her orgasm hit. My hands gently cupped her breasts and I stopped thrusting. I watched as MK’s head tipped back, a heavy breath escaped her lungs, and she was lost in the afterglow. My own orgasm had been strong, powerful, and intense. But it had also been dry. I always associated orgasms with my cock. But even more powerful than the sensations from my cock were the sensations from my heart. I loved MK, and that was all the ecstasy I needed.
MK slumped forward, laying her exhausted body on top of mine. She was warm and soft, and I hugged her tightly.
“We’d best be getting some rest,” said MK and she rolled off me.
“We don’t have any blankets,” I said.
“But we have each other,” replied MK. She rolled, facing away from me, and I understood. I moved behind her into the spooning position, and draped my arm over her, my fingers grazing her breasts.
“This isn’t going to work,” said MK. “First thing, I’m taller than you. Second thing, your cock is still erect and keeps poking me. Roll over the other way.”
I did as she asked, and this time, her naked body spooned perfectly behind mine. I must admit we fit together much better this way. Comfortably cuddled, her free arm gave me a tight hug. Her breasts pressed against my back, and I could feel her erect nipples poking me. But there was no way I was going to complain. MK had always been older, taller, and better than me at everything. Tonight, we were equals. I felt safe, warm, and happy with her snuggling against me. I hoped she felt the same. I drifted off to dream about our future together.
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Monday Morning
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MK and I woke, still lying on the cow rug. We rolled over to face each other, and I spotted an illuminated clock over the bar which showed just before 7 AM. Outside the large windows of the Cantina, faint brightness on the horizon announced the arrival of a new day.
I looked at MK and said, “I see something special.”
“What is it, Stud?”
“I see the magical pale grey light, just before a Texas dawn. I see the cute freckles adorning your nose. I see the beaming smile on your sweet tender lips. I see the gentle curve of your soft breasts. I see the pastel blue of your dazzling eyes. I see the silky sheen of your long flaxen hair. I see the warm blush of a ripe Texas peach on your cheeks. And I see your hand, holding mine.”
MK smiled and said, “I see something special too.”
I asked her, “What do you see?”
“I see Love.”
Our arms intertwined around our bodies and our lips met. It was a deep and lasting kiss of love.
MK asked, “What time is your first class today?”
I responded, “Human Anatomy, at 11.”
“I’ve got a crazy idea.”
“What do you have in mind, MK?”
“I’ve got some wickedly tough classes this fall, and lots of things I need to do as a sorority officer. If we don’t set a special date and time to meet for sex, I might not see you at all. The sorority hosts a party every Wednesday night from 7 to 10 PM. Come on over for that. The food is usually pretty good, and while everyone is downstairs at the party, I’ll sneak you upstairs to my private bedroom. You have to be out by 10. But I don’t know how long people will believe I’m just a big sister helping her little brother with his homework.”
“You mean, like Human Anatomy homework?”
“Exactly!”
We stood and searched for our clothing. I folded up the bull costume and left it on a table. It definitely needed to be washed. I put on the same grunge clothes I wore yesterday. MK had on her cowgirl outfit.
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