Back To The Cowgurl Cantina

Back to the Cowgurlz Cantina

Keep Plenty of Good Hay in the Barn

It's been a couple of months since my last Cowgurlz story. If you are new to this I/T series, don't worry. This stand-alone story has enough background material interspersed to allow you to enjoy it even if you haven't read the earlier ones.

A Brief Synopsis. In 'My Sister and the Cowgurl Cantina', a freshman named Colt attended a closed sorority party with his sister MK, a senior and sorority leader. Part of the entertainment was an X-rated bull ride. Three cowgirls rode Colt, who wore a bull costume and lay faceup on a mechanical bull. After a sexy second ride by a sassy redheaded freshman named Emma, MK had to defend the sorority's honor by riding her brother. But after things went too far on the bull, the pair began regularly having sex. In 'My Sister the Sorority Cowgurl', the siblings explore different sex locations on campus, before ending up having sex atop a hippocamp in an elaborate fountain on campus. In 'My Sister the Cowgurl Mummy', Colt dresses up as a Valkyrie attempting to keep his sexual relationship with MK a secret but draws the attention of a beautiful Norwegian student named Annika. Colt ends up helping her with a rather erotic part of her costume. In 'A Cowgurlz Christmas', Colt and Emma begin dating, and during Christmas break go to Emma's ranch to meet her parents. Emma's mom goes under the covers hoping to prevent Colt and Emma from having pre-marital sex, and her efforts lead her to Colt's bed. To fend her off, Colt proposes to Emma, and she accepts.

This story takes place mid-way through the spring semester at the University of Texas. After learning of the proposal, things have chilled between Colt and his Big Sister, MK.

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Chapter 1

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Mrs. Jillian Andrews, the owner of the Cowgurlz Cantina, opened the door to the small storage area used as a dressing room, signaling it was time for the main event. The UT Austin volleyball team was hosting a charity fundraiser at the Cantina, located just off campus. I adjusted the life-like sheath surrounding my cock before sliding it into the anatomically correct bull costume, then put on my bull mask complete with soft foam horns. I remembered the first time I wore a bull costume here, a crude thing in comparison. But my dancing and acting skills that night earned me a well-paid job on Friday and Saturday nights to entertain the horny cowgirls.

At first, I objected to the new cock sheath, thinking it would draw the attention of the ladies, and I was right. My own cock was above average, but the brown latex sheath extended both length and width dramatically. Directly beneath the sheath hung two overly large balls in their own realistic sack. The day I performed my first solo dance saw my enhanced cock waving and bouncing, and the whole Cantina erupted in hoots and hollers. My dance card quickly filled with slightly drunk cowgirls, pressing their crotches against my cock, or holding and squeezing it while slow dancing. Feeling especially amorous, a few cowgirls even dropped down and tried sucking my Rocky Mountain oysters. And I loved every bit of it.

Beyond providing entertainment on the dance floor, another part of my job is dancing with lonely cowgirls. The clientele at the Cantina tends to be female, but tonight several athletic-looking guys were mingling among the cowgirls. They were here to ride the mechanical bull, challenging the volleyball players in a test of skill. Earlier in the evening, my shoulder had been tapped more than once by a cowboy wanting to cut in. I quickly discovered not every lonely-looking cowgirl was as lonely as I thought.

Mrs. Andrews introduced the four volleyball players who volunteered to ride the bull, then picked four numbers from a huge decorated Cowgurlz hat to select the guys to challenge them. What the guys didn't know was that the ability to stay on the bull depended mostly on whether the bull operator wanted to buck you off. I entered the bull pit and began acting like a cheerleader for the first volleyball player, stirring up the mostly female crowd. Despite a few wobbles, she stayed on. As the first guy mounted the bull, I began teasing him and working the crowd. A quick front-to-back buck was followed by an ass-kicking jolt, and the guy ended up seated on the nicely padded floor. I stood over him, and flexed my muscles in bovine triumph, before helping him stand up.

The second ride went the same way, but after a successful third ride by a volleyball player, a rather burly cowboy got his chance to ride. The bull operator tried her best to throw him, but I could tell this wasn't his first rodeo. She slowed the bucking action to get him to relax, and then a sudden double buck made him lose his balance. He clung to the side of the bull as I jumped around in front of him, waving my arms downward to help him to fall. Unable to hold on, gravity won. After a quick run about the perimeter of the bull pit to the cheers of the cowgirls, I offered the guy my hand to help him up. He took it, but then, still holding tight, his knee rose up into my groin, followed by a giant fist aimed right at my face. Partially bent forward from the pain in my balls, I couldn't duck his punch and he knocked me backward. My head crashed against the solid wall of the bull pit and a moment later the rest of my body landed on the mat. The back of my head and my neck were in agony! Looking up, I saw four guys grab my assailant, and heard Mrs. Andrews yell, "Get that creep out of here!" Then I closed my eyes and drifted into darkness.

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Chapter 2

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I woke up lying flat on my back atop a gurney in what looked like an Emergency Room. Dressed in a typical hospital gown, I was naked, except for the bull-like sheath wrapped around my tender cock. I wondered why it had not yet been removed. Mrs. Andrews stood to my left, and my sister, MK, stood to my right, holding my hand. I had not seen my sister since Christmas break when my girlfriend, Emma, and I arrived at our parents' house. We announced we had been married in a small ceremony. Before that, during the fall semester, I visited MK at her sorority house every Wednesday evening for free food. Then we would go upstairs to enjoy exquisite sex in the privacy of her quiet bedroom. We had planned to continue this until she graduated in May, but once she heard, I saw the hurt in her eyes.

My parents were, of course, elated at the news and my mom looked forward to helping with the large formal wedding this summer at Emma's ranch. MK had put on her happy face while Emma and I were there, but her clear blue eyes could not hide an icy chill lurking inside. Back on campus, I sent MK texts and tried calling, but none were returned or answered. What we once had, had ended.

I asked MK if anyone had called Emma to let her know I was injured. Emma was back at her ranch for the weekend, helping her father work on her old pickup truck. MK pointed to the clock on the wall. It was nearly 2:00 AM. She said, "Better to call in the morning once we know more."

A rather attractive young lady doctor pulled aside the curtain, stepped in, and introduced herself as Jennifer Tracey. She spoke with a deep Texas accent and seemed both confident and astute. She was accompanied by a younger woman, named Eileen, who was a pre-med student at the University. She was shadowing the doctor tonight. After gathering background information and doing a quick check of my eyes and tender neck, the doctor ordered both a CT and MRI, saying one was for soft tissues and the other to check the bones in my neck.

"This is interesting," said Dr. Tracey, holding my sheath-covered cock in her hand. "This will have to come off."

I was groggy but snapped immediately to attention, wondering if she meant my cock, which had been damaged by the big cowboy's knee. The doctor wrapped her small hand around the girth of the sheath and tugged. It didn't move.

"Oww!" I murmured. "Some guy gave me a knee to my crotch!"

"Does this thing have an inner frame?" asked the doctor.

Mrs. Andrews confirmed, then added, "Maybe something got bent or twisted inside."

Oh great! I wondered if I would have a bent and twisted cock for the rest of my life. The doctor looked at Mrs. Andrews and MK and said, "You two go wait in the waiting room. I'll check back with you once the radiology exams are finished."

After they left, Dr. Tracey said, "We'll need to lubricate it on the inside. Maybe from the tip." She ordered Eileen to get items from the second drawer. After sanitizing the head of the cock-like sheath, the doctor squirted lube into the small opening at the tip. Then she leaned over, opened her mouth, and took the entire cock head inside! Inside the sheath, I felt her warm breath wash over my cock as it pushed the lube down my shaft. It was so erotic and unexpected that blood rushed into my cock, causing it to press even tighter against the inside of the sheath.

"Let's see if that did any good," said the sexy doctor.

Grasping the sheath, she pulled, sliding it up about two inches before it stopped. Pushing the sheath back down, she pulled up again. Inside, the frame rubbed against my cock, causing my erection to grow even further. The doctor tugged, pushed, and pulled, but the sheath would not slide off. Squeezing the sheath, she declared, "His cock feels firmer now. We'll need to shrink his cock."

"WHAT?" I asked without speaking. I like my cock, and would rather not have it shrunken! Is she going to inject my cock with some dastardly shrinking medicine? An Anti-Viagra? The doctor whispered something to Eileen who left the exam area. After hearing that my crotch had been introduced to a knee, the doctor cupped my balls to check them. As she fondled them, I wasn't going to complain about the slight pain. About a minute later, Eileen returned carrying three bags of ice! The doctor carefully laid the bags over my cock and balls, and the sudden cold forced me to draw a deep breath. Turning to Eileen, she said, "Hold his sacks until his erection goes away. I'll be back in a few minutes."

After the doctor left, Eileen smiled at me, and said, "I never would have guessed something this exciting would happen on my first night shadowing in the E/R. I can't wait to post it on social media, but don't you worry, I won't mention your name."

The sacks of ice weren't going anywhere, but Eileen kept fidgeting anyway. Her hand slipped under the ice and cupped the most important sack, the one containing my balls. "I bet it feels cold." It was, and I was grateful for the warmth of her fingers.

The tenacious Dr. Tracey returned five minutes later, removed the ice packs, and tugged on the cock-like sheath. I could feel the inside of the sheath drag along my cock, likely from where it was damaged, but she managed to slide the sheath off. The doctor examined my chilled cock and balls and declared no lasting damage.

A nurse peeked in and requested the doctor check on another patient. But before the doctor left, she asked Eileen to massage my chilled cock and balls until she returned. Eileen's blue-gloved hand wrapped itself around my bare cock, and she drizzled it with lube. My erection quickly returned as Eileen stroked my shaft.

"My boyfriend says I give the best hand jobs. What do you think? You have a nice cock, by the way."

As my cock grew larger, Eileen began rubbing more intently. I wondered how much longer she would work on me, so I tipped my head forward to look. She was staring intently at my cock, and I saw her tensed wet tongue slip out over her lower lip. She was really into it! It was so sexy that I gave her my silent approval.

"Oh, my!" said Eileen. "I'd better clean this up."

A moment later, the doctor returned and introduced a radiology tech named Sunny, who dressed Goth. She wore typical Goth facial makeup, a mix of pale skin and black makeup. Partially exposed tattoos covered her arms and neck. She had a nice-looking body, and I wondered what else was hiding under her light blue scrubs. She covered me with a warm soft blanket, for which I was grateful. As Sunny wheeled me through the halls towards the radiology department, the blanket did not hide my tented cock. People stared as we passed and I wondered if they were looking at my cock or at the Goth tech. Or both.

Upon entering the radiology department, I tried to relax and was relieved to see my erection finally subside. Sunny helped me onto a different gurney connected to a large white machine. I cursed how short the hospital gown was, and I was certain the tech got an eyeful before re-adjusting the blanket to cover me. I was given verbal instructions and told I would slide into the machine. Then she went into a separate room.

"I'm kinda nervous," I said, testing the two-way microphone communication. "This is my first time."

She responded, "I love MRI virgins. Just pretend you are an erect penis about to be inserted into a giant vagina. Just like a penis, you may experience warm feelings along with a few tingles."

Shit! The gurney started moving and slid me into the machine. I tried to hold still, but as I thought about the tech's words, my cock slowly rose beneath the warm blanket. The tech was watching on camera and had to notice. But I couldn't move to hide it. "Will my arousal affect the exam?" I asked.

"No," she laughed. "We're looking at your head and neck."

The whole thing took longer than expected until at last Sunny was satisfied and withdrew me from the giant mechanical vagina. After another gurney transfer, we ended up in a different room with a CT machine. She excused herself for a moment, then returned.

"CT units must be warmed up and that will take a little while. No one will disturb us here. The hospital hides me back here at night so no one sees me. Maybe they think I will scare the patients. But at night is when I do my best work. Your chart says you came dressed in a bull costume. That's rad! Sounds like my kind of party."

I responded, "I dance at the Cowgurlz Cantina on weekends."

"Oooooh! Are you a stripper?"

"Not hardly. If I took my costume off in front of a crowd of women, they would think I was a comedian. I'm more of an entertainer, plus I dance with lonely cowgirls. I do love my job. It's fun and I get to meet new people. Say, you've got some great-looking tats!"

"Thanks! There's plenty more under these scrubs, but I can't very well take off my clothes to show you. But hey, I've got photos of most of them on my cell phone. We've got about five minutes to kill. Would you like to see my photos?"

I responded, "Sure. That sounds like fun."

Sunny pulled a cell phone from her back pocket and woke it up. Then she tried flicking the screen with the fingers of her blue exam gloves.

"Damn these gloves!" she cursed. "It won't scroll through the photographs unless I use bare skin. Wait now! I got an idea!"

She pulled back the blanket and grabbed the base of my cock with her gloved hand. Tapping her cell phone against the tip of my cock, she exclaimed, "Hey! It works!"

The first photo she showed me was of her left arm, mostly covered in ink. Flicking her cell phone against the tip of my cock, she showed me the next tattoo. It was one of her back, bearing the image of Selene, from the Underworld movies. I silently wondered if Sunny had other interests that tended in that direction.

Sunny said, "I'm into vampire movies. But I never understood why movie vampires went after the neck. Look at your cock. Here is where the freshest blood is flowing."

I thought about her words and saw the truth in them. I imagined Sunny's black lips wrapped around my cock, biting down. It seems like when blood flows to a guy's cock, not enough flows to his brain. Sunny continued using my erect cock to scroll through the remaining photos, supplying me with interesting background on each. I found Sunny to be both funny and smart.

The next photo showed her bare breasts and the tattoo lying directly in between. She had a great pair of full, rounded orbs, and her large erect nipples clearly stood out. Sunny must have noticed the intensity of my stare, so she turned the cell phone to look at the screen and exclaimed, "Ooops! Sorry!"

"You have an amazing body under those scrubs with awesome tattoos."

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Thanks. Moving patients around on these gurneys gives me quite a workout. Say, I think the CT unit is ready now."

She put away her cell phone and covered me over. "Just relax and it'll be all over before you know it."

Things went smoothly, and after another gurney transfer, she started wheeling me back towards the E/R. Stopping in a quiet hallway, she leaned over. I was surprised when she kissed me, upside down. "Thanks for being a great guy. Most patients are put off by my appearance and are too scared to talk to me. I'd like to see you dancing at the Cantina one weekend."

I replied, "You're welcome anytime, but if you come Goth, you may look out of place."

She smiled and said, "No Problemo! I was born in Texas, so there's plenty of Cowgirl in me. It's high time I dusted off my Tecovas boots and kicked up my heels again!"

I replied, "I'd love to see you again, Sunny. I'll save a dance for you!"

I thought I saw her eyes water a bit, and then she said, "Giddy-up, Cowboy!" She wheeled me the rest of the way into the E/R, turned me over to a nurse, then left.

I understood at that moment why Mrs. Andrews hired me to dance at the Cantina. Sunny was interesting, intelligent, funny, and sexy. But she was also lonely. The Cantina was a place for people to meet face-to-face, talking instead of texting. My job was to make sure no one felt excluded and to get everyone involved out on the dance floor. Shyness was not something tolerated. And once on the dance floor, if you like someone, you look them in the eye and tell them, instead of sending an emoji. I imagined the Cantina to be like the old dance halls where people could meet face-to-face instead of online. And it was perfect for a woman like Sunny.

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Chapter 3

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I waited in my curtained exam room after the CT and MRI. Dr. Tracey, Eileen the shadow student, and a nurse entered. The nurse was carrying something that looked fairly complicated, and I learned it was a cervical collar. I laid back and the three of them secured my neck within the stiff medical device.

The doctor said, "There are no fractures of your spine, but the CT showed stress on the ligaments and soft tissues of your neck. This collar will support your neck and spine and limit your head movement. I want to see you again in a few days once the swelling goes down. One of the nurses will set up the appointment and review your discharge instructions."

The nurse left to get Mrs. Andrews and MK, bringing them back into the E/R. When MK saw the cervical collar, she gasped, "Colt? Are you OK?"

"Relax," said the nurse. "The cervical collar is only a precaution. The main thing he needs is rest, and limiting his head movement. Let me go over everything with you."

The nurse took her time and was very thorough. Once she left, MK asked, "It's four in the morning. Where should we take Colt? I hate thinking of him lying in his dorm room by himself."

Mrs. Andrews said, "Why don't the two of you come to my ranch house until we can decide on the best place for him."

Slipping off the hospital gown, I sat naked in front of them. I saw both women glance at my cock.

MK said, "He doesn't have any other clothes. He'll have to wear his bull costume."

She was right. Trying to move as little as possible, the three of us successfully put the costume on me. MK pushed the call button, and the nurse returned, bringing a wheelchair. I felt top heavy from the cervical collar and found it difficult to twist or bend my upper torso. I was wheeled to Mrs. Andrews's large Mercedes-Benz sedan and helped into the back passenger side seat.