Note- This is a work of pure fiction obviously.
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"Now that is how to make an entrance."
Gwyneth Paltrow and I flung open the door to the Niles City Hall Saloon and every head turned our way. We both strode onto the bar floor in a western parody of that scene in 'Romy and Michele's high school reunion.' We had arrived in Texas the day before, a Thursday, intent on visiting the weekend championship rodeo at Fort Worth Stockyards, and now we wanted to party. And we also hoped to get laid by some real cowboys. Gwyneth looked stunning in an iconic cowgirl look of hat and beautiful stitched floral design boots. Earlier we had shopped at Ace Outfitters and she had purchased a full sleeve prairie shirt in plaid and prewashed blue jeans. Around her waist the slim blue eyed blonde had a chunky belt with a big buckle. I had on a tight denim button down shirt and a flowing glitzy white skirt that reached my knees. My cowgirl boots were a cute red leather pair with a snip toe and twelve inch shaft. We both wore big hats, she in a classic buckskin in French tan, and I myself had chosen a black wool felt floppy with a braided leather band and feather. We kept out hats down low to avoid being recognised as we were here to have a good time.
"Wow, he's cute."
I pointed to a tall guy at the bar in a paisley western shirt and bootcut dungarees. It looked like they were held up with an authentic gator skin belt. His palm leaf Stetson was tilted up on his head and I saw his rich brown hair under it. I wondered if he was a local and if he was connected with the rodeo. I kept going back to him as he took my full attention. He was super hot!
"There should be plenty of bucking broncos here." Gwyneth told me with a nudge of her elbow.
"Was that bucking or fucking?" I answered.
"Either one, sweetie. Either one. Let's go get a beer."
The saloon was in the heart of the Fort Worth Stockyards and had the look of an old style speakeasy, which meant lots of wood and brass and low lightning. I could smell beer, hickory and pecan as Gwyneth and I sat on high stools at the very long bar. It was noisy and filled with cowboys, cowgirls and ranchers out for a good time.
"What will it be, ladies?" Asked the bar tender.
"Two Bud Lights." Said Gwyneth.
"Let me get those, Millie." Piped up paisley shirt.
"Eight bucks, Cody."
Cody handed over a ten dollar bill and then shook both of us by the hand. The cowgirl behind the bar planted two ice cold bottles on the bar and took the bill. Gwyneth and myself were both in open relationships and my new husband Karl had an arrangement where we both respected each others wishes and desires. If either of us wanted to fool around that would be accepted and no hard feelings.
"You chose well, ladies. This here is the best bar in the area."
"Are you from around here?" I had to speak up over the country music and general chatter from the surrounding drinkers.
"Oklahoma, born and bred."
I loved his deep southern drawl as he smiled at us. Then he looked me right in the eye and we stared at each other, not saying a word. He had the thickest lashes on a man I had ever seen. Why is it that men always have the longest lashes?
Then he spoke and I breathed again.
"You have the prettiest green eyes."
"Thank you."
I looked around at the other people in the bar, glancing back at Cody now and then. "Hope y'all come by and see me perform tomorrow night at the Cowtown Coliseum."
"Oh, you're performing?" Asked Gwyneth.
"Oh, I'm always performing." He gave us a smug grin. "I'm the best bull rider you'll ever see, that's for sure. Picked up $846 last weekend with a 78 point effort."
"Very impressive," whatever he meant.
I looked at Gwyneth who nodded back.
"I can get you reserved box seats for free. You get a great view of the bucking chutes. And maybe we can all get together afterwards. What say you, ladies?"
"Okay. Should be fun."
"Doors open at 6.30. Showtime is eight sharp."
We chatted some more and then Cody had to leave. Gwyneth and I were staying at the Hilton Fort Worth on Main. Made famous as the scene of President Kennedy's final address on the day he died. See? I'm not just a pretty blonde with big tits! I know stuff! We had dinner of a succulent steak in the on site steakhouse and then I returned to my room. The Executive suite was roomy with cable HDTV, a desk and ergonomic chair. I flaked out naked on my king sized bed and I called my husband on my cell and I got him to talk dirty down the line. As he spoke I closed my eyes and frigged my pussy until I came with a sigh. I fell into a blissful sleep, dreaming of cowboys and bucking bronco's.
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When we woke late the next day we had breakfast in the hotel and then did some serious shopping. Gwyneth and I then went to the rodeo and arrived at the Coliseum around seven in the evening. The light breeze blew the smell of roast meat, sawdust, beer and horse manure right up our noses. There was a real buzz in the air as the show unfolded. I had changed into a plain white top with a sleeveless denim vest over it and a blue ruffled mini skirt. We found our reserved seats and were surprised to find two cowboys already seated in the box.
"Oh, I didn't realise we were going to have company." I said.
"Howdy ladies. Cody had already gotten the box so he figured we would all share. I'm Mike and this is Tucker We're bull fighters on the show and our job is to stop the bull when the rider gets tossed. We won't be in your way much longer. We got an hour until Cody is up. Beer?"
Mike handed me a Bud Light and we all sat down. He must have been about six two and had muscles on top of muscles. His jeans were way too tight and consequently left nothing to the imagination. Tucker was slightly shorter and wore a plaid shirt with the sleeves cut off to display his massive biceps. We settled down and the show was great with saddle bronc riding, calf roping and barrel racing, but the main event would be later on, the bull riding. I sipped my Budweiser and noted Gwyneth and Tucker getting cosy.
"First time at a rodeo?" Said Mike above the announcement from the MC.
"Yeah, but I've always been around horses. I love 'em."
"Hey, you're friend is a fast mover."
I looked to my left and saw the other two playing tongue hockey and groping each other with a wild abandon.
"You know what? I got a half hour until show time. Would you keep me company while I go back to my pick up truck with me? I need to change up."
"Sure, why not. See you later, Gwyneth."
My blonde friend gave me the finger as she continued sucking Tucker's face off. Mike let me out to the lot and showed me his Ford pickup. The noise of the rodeo became muted and the lights flashed behind us as he opened the passenger door and retrieved some chaps and an older pair of denims. He stripped off his Levi's and stood by the truck in his Calvin Klein underwear and showed off his massive package. His bared thighs were toned and supple and I looked at my wrist watch. 7.40. What? I was gonna pass up on this opportunity? I checked the vicinity for others and then I grabbed his big arms and began kissing him. Our tongues found each others as I caressed his rock hard pecs and abs.
"Get in the fucking cab!" I ordered him in a firm voice.
He sat on the seat and I followed him and ran my fingers over the bulge in his tight pants. I dragged his pants down his legs and my eyes widened at the monster I had just unleashed. He had a magnificent stiff cock that stood straight up and I got right down to business and sucked on his seven incher.
"Oh, baby!"
Mike moaned as he got excited and his stiff dick throbbed in my mouth as I slobbered and drooled saliva down his balls. Fuck! Cowboy cock tasted good as I licked around his glans with the tip of my tongue. Mike squirmed on his ass as I found myself choking a little from his thick girth. We were both loving every second as I jerked his shaft with a twisting motion and sucked on the swollen head. I was acutely aware of the limited time and so I tugged my panties off and clambered onto his groin. I lifted my skirt up to my midriff and licked my fingers. Then I smeared my spit into my slit and rubbed my aching pussy along his length. It was a little difficult in the cramped cab as I sat on his lap but I was set on fucking my first cowboy. My bare butt was on his thighs and his cock settled in the crevice between my cheeks as I sighed softly. He held onto my waist as I bent my knees and then I sank down onto his rod.
"Wow! That's so hot!"
I lifted myself up by pressing my hands on his shoulders and then slid back down all the way. His cock was amazing inside me as I ground my ass on his big balls as I rode him. Fuck! I was so horny! I fucked him with furious hip rolls, jarring his groin that made him grip my ass cheeks in both hands. We kissed frantically as a warm thrill coursed through my pussy as I rode faster on his rigid dick. I quickened my thrusting up and down as my juices now made him nice and slick inside me. I found my prime balance and went to town, rising up high and then slamming back down all the way.
"Yea-hah! ride that bronco, lady!"
It was getting hotter in the truck and with my top and vest still on I felt a trickle of sweat run down my back and down the crack of my ass. Mike grabbed both cheeks and pulled them apart as he shifted on the seat and began to fuck me. His might made me lift right up and my hat toppled as I nearly hit the inside roof of the cab. I felt myself gasp for breath as I wallowed in the pulsing of his knob inside me. His urgent up strokes made him bump on my curvy ass and I had an initial flush of my orgasm go right through me.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
I concentrated on rubbing my clit against his groin and the gentle but firm friction was intense.
"Cum for me sweetie!"
I was still on the pill and relished the thought of a Texan cream pie. We bounced up and down and the seat squeaked from our furious rut. My pussy lips flared out as he stretched me out and the friction on my inner walls was sending me to the point of no return. My ass was rising right up off his body with each cycle and the hard contact on the down stroke sent me over the edge. Totally stuffed with hot cock meat I screamed as I had an orgasm and sank down on him completely, panting hard.
"SHIT!"
I thought I heard some voices outside the truck and we both stopped moving, his stiff cock deep inside my cunt. I slowly lifted off of Mike's boner and looked out of the misted up window.
"All clear!"
I grabbed my hat, opened the door and hopped out.
"Hey! What the fuck! I didn't cum yet!"
Mike held up his big pole which was shiny with my love juices and jiggled it invitingly.
"Sorry, hon." I pointed to my watch. "Look, it's showtime."
