The Carnal Cowgirl, part 1

A needy cowgirl gets a full serving of help.

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It had been a long, hot day on my Dad’s West Texas ranch and I needed a break. I also needed to let my hair down and feed the nagging hunger raging between my thighs. Sitting on the back of my cow pony all day feeling the constant vibration against my needy pussy, while chasing strays through the scrub brush had completely soaked the crotch of my Wranglers. Maybe I should have worn panties instead of going commando.

With the day finally over, I rushed to my trailer for a quick shower. Despite my pledge not to masturbate, as soon as the hot water hit my head and neck my resolve melted away like the baked-on sweat on my back.

My body started playing tricks on my mind and my hands began teasing my curly-haired nerve center.

One little quickie to take the edge off won’t hurt anything.

Oh, come on, don’t be a prude, just one more.

By the time I got to the Rusty Spur at 9:00, I had taken the edge off my needs but I was still hoping to find something more substantial than my middle finger.

I was way overdressed for the Spur. My skin-tight Wranglers were tucked into my knee-high ostrich boots. My thin silk blouse clung to my ample breasts in what I hoped was an enticing way. I was in my best “Country Slut” costume.

The Spur was pretty dead. I was peeling the label off my third Lone Star and I was starting to think it was going to be another midnight ride with Old Tornado, my huge horse cock shaped dildo when two prospects walked in.

They were young and good-looking. Both were wearing starched jeans and white, pearl-snap shirts — pretty much the required pussy hunting uniform for Texas cowboys. I suspected that they were part of the local university rodeo team. One was short and muscular. I took him for a saddle bronc, and maybe a bull rider. He was cute, had a goofy grin, and looked like he would have a lot of endurance.

His partner was big. He looked like he could be a linebacker but I figured he was a steer wrestler. He gave the impression that he would be a great guy to have on your side if a bar fight broke out. I thought he looked like he could pound my pussy into submission. At least I hoped he could.

My pussy started sending telepathic messages to my brain: They’re the ones! Make it happen! Don’t fuck this up!

I was standing at the bar, looking toward the entrance when they came in. We made eye contact and they started talking and grinning. I was pretty sure they were talking about me.

I gave them the slightest hint of a smile and then turned away as if I was dismissing them. If they were rodeo cowboys, I knew they wouldn’t be put off by a challenge.

I estimated I had five to ten years on the boys but I’m still a hot-looking piece of ass and I didn’t think they would mind the age difference. Hell, they would probably get off on it.

Very quickly they came up on each side of me.

The big one asked, “Can we buy you a beer, Ma’am?”

“I don’t know. Are you old enough to drink?”

“Yes, Ma’am, we sure are.”

“OK then, put your money on the bar, Cowboy.”

“Are you a bulldogger, Biggun?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“How about you, Shorty?”

“I ride saddle broncs and bulls.”

“Are you any good at it?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I’m real good.”

I gave him my most mischievous grin and asked “So, Shorty, can you stay in the saddle for more than eight seconds?”

“If I have the right mount under me, I can stay on a lot longer than eight seconds.”

I thought that was a pretty good comeback and gave him a big smile.

We started talking and telling bull-shit lies. I was flirting like a three-dollar whore hoping for some nasty action. It soon became apparent to me that for some reason, the big one wasn’t buying the shit I was selling. I couldn’t tell if he was shy, or just not attracted to me. The little one, on the other hand, looked like he would like to throw the meat to me immediately.

I was trying to come up with a plan to separate them when the big one threw me a lifeline.

He said, “Charlie, I need to go. I’ve got a big test in my 8:00 class.”

I could see the disappointment on Charlie’s face. I leaned in close and whispered, “I can take you back later if you want to show me your bronc riding skills.”

He pulled his keys from the pocket of his tight Wranglers and handed them to his friend and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As soon as his friend walked out the door, I asked, “Are you ready to go, Cowboy?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I sure am!”

I sped to my friend Jackie’s house. She works in Fort Worth and just comes back occasionally on weekends, so her house was available for my use.

Charlie and I wasted no time on any “getting to know you petting,” but simply began tearing at our clothing to get naked as quickly as possible.

As soon as I saw Charlie’s cock, I said, “Oh my!”

My friend Jackie has a saying she is fond of — “Big man, big dick — Little man, all dick.” Charlie fit that saying perfectly. His cock was big, beautiful, and hard as an iron bar.

I dropped to my knees and began worshiping his dick. I wrapped both of my fists around the shaft and the head still stuck out for me to lick like an ice cream cone. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could and began giving it a serious spit bath. As much as I was enjoying sucking his prick, I didn’t want him to cum until I could feel that thing inside my pussy.

I released my lip lock on his cock and stood. Charlie picked me up like I was weightless and tossed me into the center of the bed. As soon as I hit the mattress, he dove head-first between my thighs and started giving me a serious tongue-lashing. For a young man, he had some seriously good pussy eating skills. He was either a natural or had a good teacher.

Where ever he learned his craft, I didn’t last long under his oral assault before he had me huffing and puffing like a freight train. I tried to hold out to enjoy more of his efforts but it didn’t work, and I had a huge orgasm. Charlie gave me a little time to recover and then drove his rock-hard prick into my sopping-wet cunt in one savage lunge. The combination of pain and pleasure made me cum immediately.

Charlie again gave me a little time to recover and then began using that massive prybar of his to explore every nook and cranny of my cunny. He took his time and proved to me that he could damn sure stay in the saddle for a lot longer than eight seconds. Before he was done with me, I was limp as a dish rag and had to holler “calf rope” to get him to stop. My trusty old friend Tornado was damn sure going to get the rest of the night off.

I’ve had some pretty good lovers in my life but if I had a gold buckle to give out for pussy wrangling, this young cowboy would be the winner, hands down.

Before I took him back to his dorm, we exchanged contact information and promised to get together again real soon.

Cumming soon — The Carnal Cowgirl — A Country Threesome

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