My Sister the Sorority Cowgurl

My Sister the Sorority Cowgurl

This standalone story features characters introduced in my earlier story, 'My Sister at the Cowgurl Cantina'. Enough background is provided so that reading the earlier story is not required. I hope you find this to be a fun story, full of clever wordplay, along with a liberal dose of sex. Saddle up and enjoy riding with MK and her younger brother Colt, as they struggle to fulfill MK's fantasies at the University of Texas in Austin.

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Jogger's Nipple

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I met my older sister, MK, early on Tuesday to go running on the University of Texas campus in Austin. Smiling when she saw me, she looked great! She wore a stretchy grey athletic bra that showed off her nice 34C breasts, along with pale yellow running shorts. Around her waist was a small fanny pack. Her wonderful long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail.

"Hi, Stud!" she said.

I liked her new nickname for me. For years, she called me Squirt, and while I remained four inches shorter than her, our relationship changed after she rode my cock on the mechanical bull at the Cowgurl Cantina. We were exposed here, so I gave her a polite bro-sis hug. Afterward, I noticed erect nipples beneath her athletic bra.

MK said, "Keep your eyes open for a secluded outdoor spot where we can have sex. It'll look suspicious if I keep bringing you to my bedroom at the sorority house, and since I'm a senior, I refuse to hang out at your freshman dorm. Look for things like trees, shrubs, or the blind sides of buildings. Let's start running, Stud."

It was a hot morning, but when isn't it hot in Texas! I let MK drift ahead of me several times so I could watch her hips and the rhythm of her wonderful ass from behind. MK must have noticed me lagging, so she stopped beneath the shade of an oak tree. "I keep getting ahead of you, Colt. Do you need me to slow down the pace?"

I smiled at her and said, "Sorry, MK, just admiring the view."

MK came up to me, looked around, and seeing no one nearby, gave me a deep, intense kiss. After our lips parted, MK surprised me with a wicked-looking smile and said, "You take the lead!"

I began running, knowing MK was only two strides behind, ogling me. It was oddly mysterious and quite sexy. I wonder what cowgirls think of when they catch the eye of a cowboy. A sudden tingle rippled through my cock knowing I was not the one doing the looking.

"Turn left and go under those trees!" yelled MK from behind.

There was a sign for the LBJ Library, and after crossing a large lawn I pulled up under a stand of trees, then turned to face MK. The shade felt good, and the grove of large trees partially shielded us from the rest of the campus. I stood on a slope, with MK slightly higher than me. My eyes were at the same level as her breasts, and I could see her nipples were even more pronounced beneath her athletic bra.

"Damn you, Colt. My nipples are chafing from rubbing against the inside of my bra. It's called jogger's nipples."

"Don't you always have this problem?" I asked.

"Sometimes, when it's cold outside and my nipples are erect, but never when it's warm. Looking at your ass while you were running made this happen. Since you caused it, you get to fix it."

"How?" I asked.

"Soothe my nipples with your tongue. Be gentle, use slow licks, and hold your warm wet tongue against them. But no sucking."

I complained, "People will see us."

"This library has limited access and won't be open for another ninety minutes. This area of the campus is really quiet at this hour."

With a pouting face, MK added, "Don't you like my breasts anymore?"

How was I supposed to answer that? Using both hands, MK pulled up her athletic bra, held it slightly away from her body, and exposed her perfect breasts. Her erect nipples rose from darker areolas and did look irritated, which meant they were especially sensitive. MK has always been good at pushing my buttons. Taking advantage of the slope, I rolled the edges of my tongue inward, forming a small U-shaped valley, and held it under her left nipple. As I exhaled, my breath washed over her breast.

"Right there, Colt. That feels great."

The fear of someone seeing us made this even more erotic, not to mention the fact I was doing this in public to my sister. My cock rose to full attention. I let my tongue flatten and gave her nipple a slow lick. Then another, and another. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations coming from the tip of my tongue, as it explored the shape and texture of her nipple. I felt every small bump and indentation. MK began moaning, and as she breathed harder, her breasts started to rise and fall. My cock was ready to explode, but standing in the open, I feared going any further.

As I stared at the erotic performance of her breasts, I saw two beads of sweat run down her neck and disappear for a moment beneath her bra. Releasing her nipple, I pulled back in time to see her sweat emerge below, dribbling down the valley between her breasts. My tongue intercepted the warm salty drops, preventing them from going lower.

"So good, MK. So tasty," I whispered.

"That's cowgirl glitter, Colt."

"Lift my breast with your fingers and check underneath for any chafing."

I did as she asked, and said, "It looks a little red, MK. Especially at the crease."

"Your tongue is more sensitive than your fingers. Lick the underside of my breast, then tease the crease with the tip of your tongue."

I cupped her left breast from below using my right hand, but her soft flesh overflowed my grip and left no room for my tongue to do its work. I brought my other hand up, then wrapped both around her breast, thumbs underneath, as if I were eating an overstuffed Breast Burrito. As my face moved closer, I could smell the lingering scent of body wash mixing with sweat from running.

I tilted my neck back as I licked beneath her warm, sensitive flesh. As my tongue moved toward her crease, her erect nipple poked me right between the eyes! I shifted her breast from side to side using my hands but had no other option than to mash my face against her breast, plunging me into darkness.

"That's great, Stud. Keep licking, right there!"

I felt MK's hand behind my head and she began stroking my hair. My tongue reached her under-crease and began swishing side-to-side. I could think of no words to describe the taste I was picking up from this world of perpetual darkness and warmth, except for 'Wow'. I pushed my crotch forward, bumping it into MK's knee, and began grinding against her. MK pushed her knee against me, my cock twitched, and a moment later, it erupted. I finished licking her crease, and then I backed away.

"Are you having fun humping my knee?" asked MK.

I smiled, then nodded.

"Now do my other breast."

I positioned my tongue over her erect right nipple and formed the same U-shape with my tongue. But instead of holding it still, I tilted my head side to side, allowing my tongue to give a rocking massage to her sensitive bud.

"Oooooooh!" gasped MK.

I worked on her right breast the same as on her left. My erection returned, but I was content enough to leave her knee alone.

"As long as we're stopped, I need you to check for chafing between my legs. Put your hand down the front of my shorts and see if you can feel any rough skin. A cowboy's hands must be tender enough to touch the wings of a Rufous Hummingbird, or the soft folds of a woman's pussy, without disturbing the beauty of either."

"I'd rather just tear these shorts off you with my teeth, MK!"

"Not here, not now, Stud."

I turned my hand, so my fingers faced MK, then slid it beneath the waistband of her yellow shorts. Moving lower, the back of my hand glided against the silky fabric of her panties until my fingertips located a patch of short curly hairs. I began playing with them.

"Quit beating around the bush, Stud. Go lower," ordered MK.

My fingers plunged further down, reaching the hot, wet flesh between her thighs. I let my fingers dance and tease as they rubbed MK's creases and folds. My fingers went everywhere they could reach, moving faster than someone dealing cards for Five Card Stud.

MK reached down outside her shorts and placed her hand over her crotch, halting my efforts.

"You don't know what you are doing, do you, Colt?"

"Not really, MK. It's not something I've had a lot of practice with."

"Cup your hand around my pussy and hold it still. I'll handle the rest."

With her hand in place, MK started bucking against mine. My sister was using my hand to get herself off! Breathing hard, her warm breath washed over my face. She closed her eyes and began grinding faster, pressing my hand tight against her. I wanted to help, so I gently wiggled my trapped fingers against her labia.

"Oh!" yelped MK. "I'm cumming, Stud!" Her knees buckled and flexed downward, her body shuddering as her orgasm hit. I watched her face as it drifted into bliss. Could anything be more beautiful than the face of someone you love as their orgasm hits? MK's inner wetness gushed out over my fingers. "Ahhhh!" she cried again. Her thighs tightened around my hand, and more of her wetness gushed out. MK was panting, fighting for breath, but kept bucking, "Ahhhh!", as her third orgasm hit.

Wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace, MK held my head against her heaving breasts.

"Thank you, Colt. That was great!"

Releasing me, MK covered her breasts with her athletic bra, then pulled open the front of her shorts and said, "You can take your hand out now."

I gently pulled my hand up, trying not to rub the wetness against MK's lower stomach. Looking down, my hand was covered with frothy whitish globs of her juices.

I looked at MK and said, "Ewww! My hand is all icky! What am I supposed to do with this stuff?"

"It ain't Texas barbecue, but it is finger lickin' good. Either do that or wipe it off on your shirt."

I stared at my messy hand for a moment, but couldn't bring myself to do it, so I wiped my hand on my shirt.

"That felt amazing, Stud! My insides are still rippling. Take off your shirt."

"We can't have sex here, MK. What we just did was dangerous enough."

"I know that! Shirt off! Now!" she ordered.

I did as MK asked. As I handed over my shirt, it was damp with her juices and my sweat from running. MK took my shirt and said, "Perfect!" Then she pulled open the front of her yellow shorts and guided my shirt lower. The intense scent of her sex escaped into the air.

"What are you doing, MK?"

"I can't run like this, Colt. I'd be leaking all the way back to the sorority house. I need to clean myself up."

Inside her shorts, MK rubbed my shirt over her mound, pushed it between her legs and thighs, and rubbed like she was shining up an apple.

"That's better," she said, handing my shirt back to me.

"What am I supposed to do with this grotty shirt now?" I asked.

"Wear it, if you want."

Ignoring the sweat stains from running and the new earthy smells of MK's pussy juices, I slipped the shirt over my head.

"Let's head back," said MK, laughing as she turned.

We began running back to our starting point, both of us smelling like MK's pussy! At the place where we needed to split, MK stopped.

"You need a lot of work learning how to wrangle a cowgirl's pussy. Meet me tomorrow night, just before 7 PM, in front of my sorority house. Dress up a little," she said. Waving her hand from side to side in front of her nose, MK added, "And take a shower!"

MK turned and began running back toward her sorority house. "Catch you then," I shouted. I stood in place, watching her ass rock side to side inside her yellow shorts and her long blonde ponytail swishing as she bounded away from me.

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Jester City

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My sister had given a cowgirl named Emma my name and cell phone number on Sunday night at the registration table. After exchanging texts, I agreed to meet Emma at High Noon on Tuesday, outside the Jester City Limits dining hall. Since Emma lived on a ranch, and was an authentic cowgirl, I wore my cowboy boots, cowboy hat, and Wrangler jeans. I was Ranch Dressin'. Walking across the UT campus, I did not look out of place.

Emma smiled as I approached. She wore jeans and boots, with a sleeveless top, but without the well-used cowgirl hat she wore on Sunday night. She had the same lovely, rugged, wind-blown face, barely touched by makeup. In this better light, freckles kissed her cheeks. Her long red hair was parted in the middle, then split into two braided pigtails dangling in front of her shoulders. Emma looked like she had just stepped out of a Charles M. Russell painting.

"Hi, Colt! I'm glad you came!" She gave me a hug and a quick kiss on my cheek.

"It's nice to see you again, Emma. I haven't had a chance yet to check out this dining hall. How is it?"

"The food is served buffet style. It's OK, but not great."

As we went through the serving line together, I saw some things I wanted to try, so I piled them on my plate. After sitting down, I noticed Emma had a California cheeseburger and a side salad. I had a hamburger as well, buried somewhere, maybe beneath a big scoop of Mac and Cheese.

"How do you like it here at UT, so far?" asked Emma.

"The campus is huge, the lecture halls are huge, and the number of students is huge. But I did meet this incredible cowgirl named Emma."

"Thank you, Colt. Being here is a tremendous change for me, being from West Texas. I was brung up on our family ranch, northwest of Abilene on the Brazos. We've got more land than we can say grace over, eight thousand acres of pasture and cropland. I'm an only child, so there's always plenty for me to do on the ranch. I'm a bit overwhelmed here. I wanted to go to A&M and become a vet, but my father expects me to take over our ranch one day. He says ranching ain't like it was when he was young. Instead, it's turned into a business, so he wants me to do that. How about you?"

"I grew up in a suburb of Dallas, only dreaming of living on a big ranch. Since I'm a bit vertically challenged, I took to dancing and acting instead. I picked Communications as a major, but I'm uncertain where that will lead."

Emma laughed. "Vertically challenged? I like that. I'm not tall either, but to make up for it, I was given an extra dose of sassy."

"I noticed you have a lot of confidence," I laughed.

Emma said, "Colt, I'm not the kind of cowgirl that goes pussyfooting around, so I'm tellin' ya upfront that I was brung up as an Evangelical Christian. I couldn't ride your cock on that mechanical bull because I took a vow to remain celibate until I get married."

"I'm no stranger to churchgoing, and even though Dallas is a bit watered down compared to Abilene, I respect your decision," I replied, hoping to hide my disappointment.

"After watching those first two cowgirls ride you, I prayed my name wouldn't be picked as the third rider. But it was. West Texas is not the heart of the Bible Belt, but it surely is the silver buckle. To fit in, there are things you must do, and things you better not do. Either conform, or you don't fit in. Where I come from, good cowgirls are supposed to keep their calves together!"

Emma paused, then continued, "But here on campus, it's a different world. I'm afraid people will call me an outsider, so I dearly want to fit in with the other members of my sorority. I'm sorry, but I couldn't say no to riding you on the mechanical bull."

"It was just as much of a surprise to me. Things went a lot further and much longer than I was led to believe."

Emma said, "I'm glad to hear that, Colt, and I forgive you. What your tongue did to my pussy was amazing. I still feel tingles between my legs whenever I think about it. The cowboy of my dreams knows how to please a woman that way. He takes his time and does it right. Cowboys where I come from are into rodeo, so they think a good ride is eight seconds! I saw real hunger in your eyes when you went after my pussy, like a possum goin' after a sweet potato."

"I was filled with such intense desire to please you, Emma. But I had no idea what I was doing. I'm still a tenderfoot at sex."

"So am I, Colt. The one thing I do know is that I want to get to know you better. To be with you. To do things together. I want to grow as a cowgirl. I want to explore this new freedom I've been given. And I want to have fun even if I have to change."

I thought for a moment, encouraged by her words, and replied, "I want those same things, Emma. I've never met a cowgirl like you, so pardon me for being in awe."

"You took your time thinking up your answer," said Emma.

I replied, "I have a good excuse. I didn't have a horse to do my thinkin'."

Emma burst out laughing, "I know what you mean. I had to leave my horse, Shotgun, back at the ranch. I miss her so much. I have a photo of me and Shotgun in my dorm room. Would you like to come up and see it?"

"Darn tootin'" I replied.

Emma's dorm room was in Jester West, so we didn't have far to walk. As we sauntered through the concrete block hallways, thunder from our boots echoed off the walls. Emma's double room was spotless with both beds made. There were five photos on the walls, mainly of horses.

Emma pointed to one, "That's me and Shotgun. This other one is from the trick riding I did at a rodeo this past summer."

"I saw your riding skill on the mechanical bull. You're real good."

"It's like doing gymnastics, 'cept you're on a horse running at a full gallop. Try that, Simone Biles! Trick riders don't compete against other cowgirls, we compete against gravity."

Emma took my hand and looked me in the eyes. "Colt, my whole body is still swirlin' inside like a Twister because of what you did to me on that mechanical bull. I know we're just getting to know each other, but I want to make you feel the same way you made me feel. My roommate has classes for the next two hours, so no one will disturb us. Before we start, you should know I'm none too experienced at this."

I couldn't believe this was happening to me. A red-hot red-headed cowgirl wants to have sex with me in her dorm room! "I didn't know what I was doing on that bull, either. But you were so beautiful and sassy, I wanted to do whatever I could to please you. I went at it with everything I had. I believe it's not always what you do, or how you do it, but rather, the most important thing is who you are doing it with."

"Oh, Colt. I will never ask more than that of my cowboy."

She wrapped her arms around me, and we kissed.

When we separated, I said, "I am so lucky to be here with you, Emma. I don't know else what to say," I replied.

"That's more than enough for me, Colt. Don't expect me to be doing too much talkin' either. It's not polite to talk with my mouth full. So, if you're ready, cut the grinnin' and drop the linen, cowboy."

I undid my belt and lowered both my jeans and briefs in one swift motion. I thought about removing my boots and freeing my legs, but Emma was instantly on me. Kneeling, she reached out her hand to grasp my cock. "Mmmm. The only thing better than a cowboy in his Wranglers is a cowboy out of his Wranglers."

This happened so fast, so unexpectedly, and was so real. My cock barely had time to wake up, but in Emma's hands, I knew that wouldn't last for long. Looking up at me with hopeful eyes, she rubbed the tip of my cock back and forth over her lips, adding moisture with teasing swirls of her tongue. Emma's hand squeezed and released my shaft, and I could feel myself growing longer and thicker.

Emma guided me into the warm wetness of her mouth and began teasing the underside of my cock with her tongue. I was breathing harder and gasped out, "Oh, Emma. Keep doing that."

With her lips surrounding my cock, Emma began bobbing, taking in more and more of my shaft. She would pull back, never fully releasing me, before advancing further. Such glorious torment! I reached behind her head and massaged her lovely red hair. I wanted to thrust into her but held back. I wasn't forcing her to do anything she didn't want to do. She was so petite, her lips and mouth so small and delicate. I was not going to be a bull in a China shop.