6 comments/ 120615 views/ 28 favorites Not Any Cock Will Doodle Do By: dixeenormous I had been dating this great girl for several months. She was a veterinarian in Chicago and a huge sports fan. We fell asleep each night watching SportsCenter on ESPN and she had season tickets to the Cubs. Oh, and she was well above average in the looks department. Life was pretty damn good. Amy loved the outdoors. She was a big jock; rock climbing, bike riding, kayaking, you name it, she did it and did it well. All that working out left her with a well-toned body, beautifully tanned and built for sex. She is about 5'10" with long, athletic legs, dark brunette hair that she wears straight, usually in a ponytail and the most perfect little pert 34b's. Her abs are ripped and when she bats her sparkling green eyes in your direction, your knees go weak and your groin stirs. When she puts on her itty-bitty string bikini and we hit the beach, guys drool over her all-American good looks. Anyway, things were going well in our relationship so we decided to take a summer vacation together. Amy had always wanted to visit a working dude ranch so we found a place in the Colorado Rocky Mountains that offered a "real cowboy" experience. We loaded our bikes and kayaks on the SUV and headed west. The place was incredible. Real cowboys worked the range, herding cattle. A beautiful trout stream wound through the acreage. Mountains called with single-track to explore. Deer and elk roamed the forest. The ranch foreman, a big strapping cowboy named Buck, showed us to our private cabin. The brochure for the dude ranch had proclaimed that Buck was a World Champion, winning rodeos for the last 20 years. "Hope you folks enjoy your stay," he drawled. "Y'all are the only guests right now. A couple of families from Texas are showing up day after tomorrow." I tried to tip Buck, but he shook his head, "Nope partner, keep your money in your pocket. We aim to please here at the Rocking C but everything is included in your rate." "Everything?" Amy asked with a wicked gleam in her eye. "We do our best, little filly," Buck answered. "Chow time is 6pm and you can meet the rest of the ranch hands then. We can go over some of the activities, although tomorrow is kinda 'vacation' day around here for the hands before many of the tourists show up on Saturday. The boys usually have a little rodeo down at the old barn and a big BBQ on their day off." As Buck left, I noted Amy checking out Buck's tight ass and licking her lips lustily. "You like what you see?" I teased. "The outdoors just make me so damn horny," she replied. "Let's go for a bike ride before dinner to cool my jets." "I can think of a better way to satisfy your hormones," I answered as I rubbed my dick through my jeans. "Easy there stud," Amy giggled. "I'll race you to the top of that mountain trail…winner gets his/her choice." I didn't need any further clarification. I could picture standing triumphantly on the top of the mountain, my bike shorts around my ankles as my dick disappeared down Amy's talented throat. "You are on," I answered. Unfortunately, an untimely flat tire side-tracked my victory and by the time I reached the top breathing heavily and sweating, Amy was sunning herself on a big granite boulder, her bike shorts removed and wadded up under her head as a pillow. "Those are the breaks, sport," she purred. "Put that panting tongue to work and make me cum like a volcano." I hate losing, but tasting Amy's sweet twat is not a bad consolation prize. I went to work fervently, kissing my way up her inner thighs and teasing her swollen clit with light kisses and my flicking tongue. Judging from Amy's cooing, I was hitting all the right buttons. As I munched her well-trimmed pussy, I unleashed my raging boner from my tight Lycra bike shorts and stroked it slowly. "Keep fucking my pussy with your tongue," Amy moaned, "and I might let you fuck me with that sweaty, stinky piece of meat." I inserted first one then two fingers in her box, while continuing to lick her clit. With the other hand, I reached up and released Amy's perfect little tits from her sports bra and tweaked her hardening nipple. "Yea baby, pinch it harder," Amy commanded. I started to kiss my way up her belly, but Amy grabbed my head with both hand and forced my face back between her legs. "Finish what you started," she ordered. "To the victor go the spoils; and I want my spoils, NOW!" With a renewed intensity, I continued to eat her out. Amy's moaning and groaning grew louder and she started to thrash around on the rock. "Stick your tongue up my slit," she ordered, "and finger my ass." I forgot to mention earlier, Amy is a little kinky and I have yet to find anything that she considers 'off-limits' when it comes to sex. As I followed her orders, her body stiffened and she let out a blood-curdling orgasmic scream. I continued to lightly lick her clit as her body relaxed and her vice-like grip on my head was released. "Oh baby, that was incredible," she whimpered as she lay back on the warm boulder. Looking up at me, she giggled, "Damn big boy, I've never seen your dick so hard. Must be this clean mountain air. Stroke it for me and tell me how bad you want me." As always, Amy had me in a trance. Without thinking twice, I followed her command and grabbed my hard tool, "Oh, baby you are so hot, lying in the sun with that big goofy, satisfied grin on your face. I want to fuck you soooooo bad." "Use you other hand to play with your balls," she ordered. "Stroke your dick faster." I continued beating my meat while Amy massaged her tits and twisted her nipples. "I want to ram my boner ball-deep in your hot box." "Yea baby, talk dirty and keep stroking that beautiful cock," she insisted. "Stand over me and give me a glorious view of your horny rod." I straddled her prone body, and continued tugging my sack and jacking my tool. "I love watching you jack your hot cock," Amy whispered. I wanted to fuck her badly, but if I kept up this kinky conversation, a few more strokes and I was going to be over the top. "Amy, I'm nearing the point of no return." Ignoring my begging, she continued to tease me, "Imagine my pussy walls wrapped around your cock as your hand strokes up and down your throbbing shaft. Squeeze your balls and imagine them bouncing off my firm ass. Tell me how badly you need to fuck my tight cunt." Wow, she was driving me crazy. "I need your cunt wrapped around my dick," I implored. I was fighting the urge to explode all over her incredible body, still holding out hope of cumming buried deep in her twat. Amy licked her finger, sucking it like a little dick. She reached up and traced a fingernail along the sensitive area between my balls and my asshole. With a quick motion, she inserted her spit-lubed finger deep into my ass. That was it. I couldn't hold back any longer. With a last jerk, I exploded all over her face, tits, and ripped little belly. Jet after jet of hot spunk splashed off her body, puddling on her well-tanned stomach. For the first time, she touched my cock as she lovingly coaxed the last few drops of spooge from my softening member. She eagerly mopped up my sauce and licked her fingers clean, smacking her lips with a satisfied sigh. "I thought you wanted to fuck me?" she teased, knowing damn well the sexual power she held over me. "You won this time," I responded, "but revenge can be sweet." "Sweet? You mean like your spunk?" she laughed as she licked the last few drops from her previously drenched face. I thought to myself, jacking off on this babe was better than fucking 99.9% of the girls out there. We enjoyed a leisurely ride back to the cabin and after a quick shower headed to the chuck wagon for a little chow. Amy wore a pair of skin-tight Levis and a half t-shirt that showed off her six-pack abs. Seven or eight cowboys were gathered around a big campfire, eating dinner, drinking beers, and telling stories. As we pulled up a couple of chairs, the cowboys respectfully killed the good-ole-boy trash talking but they couldn't take their eyes off of Amy's striking figure. Wanting to fit in and put the ranch hands at ease, Amy spoke up, "Hey guys, I'm Amy and this is my friend Steve." "Howdy, folks," the cowboys replied, returning silently to their meals. Not deterred, Amy continued, "I was reading in a medical journal about a study that was recently conducted on the male penis." The men all perked up, but only the ranch foreman, Buck took the bait. "Did you say 'penis' ma'am?" "Yes," Amy continued in her most clinical manner. "The American Medical Association funded a study to determine why the head of a penis is larger than the shaft. After spending $500,000 and a year of study, the Americans concluded the head was larger in order to provide the man more pleasure during sex." A few of the cowboys nodded in agreement and Buck interjected, "You don't say?" "But the French didn't agree with this conclusion and they created their own study, spending nearly a million dollars and 2 years. Their conclusion was that the head of the penis was bigger in order to give the woman more pleasure during sex." "I guess that makes sense," responded Buck. "Well the Polish still disagreed," Amy continued. "So they conducted another study. Within a couple of days and at a cost of less than $50, they concluded that the large head on a man's penis was to keep his hand from flying off and hitting him in the forehead." A silence fell over the cowboys as they processed the results of this last study. Slowly each of the men started to chuckle. They slapped one another on the back and began laughing in earnest as the joke became clear. Men started shadow-jerking imaginary dicks, their hands coming up and smacking their foreheads. The ice was officially broken and Amy was now one of the guys. Throughout the night we drank beers and swapped stories. The cowboys talked about the 'Friday Rodeo' planned for the next day. Amy was excited about attending and Buck even promised to let her 'bust a bronco'. Based on the twinkle in her eye, I could see she was more interested in riding Buck than in his horse. I'm not the jealous type, besides I was planning to accompany Trip, the ranch cook, on a fly-fishing excursion in the morning. I was glad Amy would have something to keep her busy. I awoke the next morning to the roosters crowing, cockadoodledoooooo. I jumped out of bed, excited to get down to the river at first morning light. "Where are you going Steve?" Amy sleepily enquired. "Going fishing sweetie," I answered, "Have a fun day at the rodeo." "I was hoping to start the day with a breakfast that included your big fat sausage," she yawned as she squeezed my dick through my fishing waders. "Sorry babe," I replied as the rooster continued to crow, "But this morning my cock won't doodle doodle do." I kissed her forehead and before heading out the door, fished her favorite dildo out of the luggage and tossed it into bed, "This cock will have to doodle do this morning." The fishing was fantastic. Trip was a great guide and his girlfriend, Shelly tagged along and provided additional beauty to the already incredible surroundings. Shelly was a big-titted little blonde with a perfect bubble-butt. She fished along beside us for a while on the main river and then took off to try her luck on one of the brushy little tributaries. After another hour of hooking and releasing some big brown trout, Trip announced he was going looking for Shelly so we could head back and get some lunch. After breaking down my fishing rod, I headed up the creek to find Trip and Shelly. Rounding a large rock outcropping I was unprepared for the sight ahead. Shelly was butt-naked, down on her knees next to the bubbling creek sucking Trip's hardening cock through his unzipped Levis. And what a cock it was. If Trip had foregone being a cowboy, he could be a very wealthy man in the porn industry. Though not yet fully erect, his pecker was at least 10 inches long and as thick Shelly's wrist. In her petite hands, the tool looked massive. Her fingers did not reach around its impressive girth and she was struggling to work barely half its length down her throat, her jaws stretched to their limits. "Shelly, not now," Trip implored. "We have a guest downstream that needs our attention." "Screw him," she replied. "Right now I need the attention of your big fat cock to put out the fire burning between my legs." I stopped in the trees, not wanting to intrude on the couple's lovemaking. Based on the huge smile on Trip's face he was thoroughly enjoying Shelly's efforts. Using both hands, she was working his cock passionately, periodically pulling his tool from her mouth and spit-lubing his glistening shaft. "Fuck baby, you really know how to tame my tubesteak," Trip groaned. "OK, but let's make it a quickie. And for heaven's sake, keep it quiet." He firmly gripped Shelly's ears, using them as handles as he started to piston fuck her throat. While he raped her mouth, Shelly's used one hand to fondle Trip's low hanging balls and the other to diddle her dripping snatch. Pulling his dick from her stretched lips, Trip commanded, "Suck my balls." While Shelly alternated taking each of his nuts in her mouth, Trip stroked his angry rod to full attention. At nearly 11-inches long, the head was purple and swollen, a crowning knob on an incredible shaft. Veins bulged and his cock throbbed with anticipation. "OK sweet-pea, you ready to ride this beast?" Without a word, Shelly stood up and bent over a nearby boulder, her eyes never leaving Trip's impressive prick. "You want it from behind, like a wild animal?" Trip enquired. "I want to feel every inch of your magnificent cock as you bury it in my snatch," she purred. Like a swordsman, Trip brandished his throbbing weapon, teasing Shelly's cunt lips with the knob of his cock. "Don't tease me. Fuck me with that powerful schlong. Make me your bitch in heat." Slowly, Trip leaned his weight into the task at hand. His cockhead disappeared into Shelly's pussy with an audible pop. Using his strong hands, Trip spread her ass cheeks, her brown eye winking as he pushed his dick further up her twat. Shelly feverishly fingered her clit, reaching back between her legs to grab Trip's balls and pull him further into her hole. "Don't stop until you are buried ball deep," she moaned. What an incredible scene. Being a guy, I have seen my share of porn, but this was better than anything I had seen on DVD. Trip's dick was truly unbelievable and Shelly's passion and desire were without equal. I unzipped my fly and fished out my rock hard cock, stroking it to the rhythm created by Trip and Shelly. "Oh yea, ride me cowboy," she screamed as Trip's dick bottomed out and he began to deep dick her with long powerful thrusts. "Shhhh, honey," Trip whispered, "Mr. Armstrong will hear you." "To hell with him," Shelly purred, "Keep feeding me that gorgeous prick and let Mr. Armstrong find his own jollies." Trust me, watching this scene unfold, Shelly's Playboy Bunny body bent over a granite boulder, being violated by Trip's massive log was more entertaining than any damn fishing. I used the precum leaking from my raging boner to lube my cock as my jerking tried to keep pace with Trip's ferocious strokes. Shelly's nipples were rock hard, a combination of the cold rock she was splayed across and the furious twat banging she was receiving. Trip reached around her small body and twisted her nipples violently. "Fuck, you know how to push all the right buttons," she moaned. "Screw me harder with that big fat dick of yours. Fuck me till I can't see straight." I was mesmerized watching his manly tool drive Shelly over the top. I am not small, 8.5 inches long and reasonably thick. But this guy's prick dwarfed mine. Watching Shelly squirm under his relentless thrusts, I could only imagine the ecstasy she was enjoying riding his enormous fuckstick. I actually caught myself wondering what it would be like to wrap my hand around his pulsing prick and feel the power and energy emanating from his throbbing pussy pleaser. I am not gay. Let me repeat; I AM NOT GAY. But watching Trip's 11-inch monster drive Shelly insane with passion, I was in complete awe. He withdrew his entire length, leaving her gaping hole exposed to the fresh mountain air before grabbing her waist and pushing his tool ball deep into her ravenous cunt. As his dick bottomed out, Shelly exhaled a whimpering cry, her eyes crossed and her body stiff with tension. As Trip withdrew again, her body relaxed but she eagerly thrust her hips back to meet his next attack. "I love your cock," Shelly purred. "I need to feel your huge tool ripping my insides apart. Explode deep in my twat, filling me with your love seed." "Oh baby, that dirty talk drives me nuts," Trip replied. Join the club Trip. With a couple more strokes, I let loose a huge load, shooting spunk all over the large spruce tree I was hiding behind. As my cock started to soften, Trip firmly grabbed Shelly's cute little ass and thrust his dick deeply into her box, "I'm cumming baby!" His body started to spasm as Trip unloaded a huge wad of spooge. "Oh, I can feel your cock squirting inside me," she answered. "Your load is so hot. Fuck yes!" I quickly tucked my cock back in my waders and quietly retreated to the main stream. Before rounding the large rock outcropping, I turned one last glance toward the spent couple and watched Shelly unsheathe Trip's sword from her pussy, kneel at his feet and eagerly suck the remaining goo from his impressive member. "Can't let any of this delicious sauce go to waste…" she trailed off as I hurried back downstream. Within 10 minutes the glowing couple reemerged from the woods to find me sitting on a rock near the stream enjoying a Cuban cigar. "Sorry, Mr. Armstrong," Trip stuttered, "We got a little lost." Lost in the moment, I thought. But I sure wasn't going to complain. "No problem," I replied. "Hope you two got it all worked out." "Oh, we got it worked out," Shelly giggled, "As always Trip found just the spot he was looking for." Trip offered me a hand and I stood to follow them back to the ranch. "Mr. Armstrong," Shelly began, "You have something dripping down the front of your waders." Looking down, I was horrified to see a trail of my own drying cum streaked from my crotch down my leg. In my haste to beat a retreat from my own private peep show, I had failed to perform even basic masturbatory hygiene. Thinking quickly, as my face turned a bright red I responded, "Oh it must be some tree sap from bushwhacking through the stream-side forest." As Trip shouldered his gear and headed down the trail toward the ranch, Shelly persisted, "We will catch up Trip, I am just going to clean this off for Mr. Armstrong before it ruins his waders." She dipped a small towel in the river and kneeled in front of me to clean the 'tree sap' from my pants. Visions of her kneeling in front of Trip leapt to mind and I played mental gymnastics to keep my Johnson from springing to attention. With Trip out of earshot, Shelly looked up from between my legs, staring me straight in the eyes, "Looks like you enjoyed our little show, Mr. Armstrong." With a knowing squeeze of my crotch, she extended her tongue and began to lick the dribbled cum from my waders. "It's a shame so much of your tasty load went for naught," she teased. "But I did enjoy being watched." "I'm sorry Shelly," I stammered. "It was an accident….I mean I didn't mean to…I…well…uhhh." Finishing licking my pants clean, Shelly stood and started off down the trail after Trip, "Well said Mr. Armstrong, well said. The sight of Trip's dick often leaves me speechless too." Not Any Cock Will Doodle Do Utterly without a response, I headed back to the cabin to clean up and track down Amy. After a soothing shower and a cold beer, I found a note from Amy tacked to the refrigerator door – GONE TO THE RODEO – WANT TO CHECK OUT HOW THE HORSES ARE HUNG. Well, I didn't know about the horses, but it was pretty clear the cowboys around here were hung like horses. Walking toward the old barn, I heard the cowboys whooping and hollering from the corrals behind the barn. "Ride'em cowboy!" "Break that filly!" "Yeehawww!!" That last yell was unmistakably the throaty voice of Amy. I couldn't yet see the action, but it was clear the rodeo was well underway. As I rounded the barn, I was in for my second surprise of the day. In the middle of the rodeo corral, several bales of hay were stacked. Amy, wearing nothing but a pair of leather chaps, cowboy boots, and a large black cowboy hat, was down on all fours on the hay bales. A lasso was loosely roped around her neck, the other end held by one of the ranch cowboys standing behind her, his Levis wadded around his ankles, his ass flexing in the sun as he pounded Amy doggie-style. Other of the cowboys, six or seven in all, stood around the center of attraction, all in partial states of undress. Many had their horny cocks in hand, slowly jerking them to erection. My first thought was 'oh shit, Amy is in trouble.' But before I could react, Amy let out a long sigh and barked, "Ride me cowboy. Break me like you broke that horse." Amy was in full control of her senses, even if the situation was quickly spiraling out of her control. The pure lust in her voice told me she was enjoying every moment of the revised rodeo format. I slipped behind the corner of the barn and watched the cowboy gangbang unfold, unsure of exactly what I should or could do. I knew Amy was an adventurous spirit and being surrounded by the incredible beauty of this wilderness setting had obviously awakened some untapped sexual desires. Clearly her favorite dildo had been unable to satiate the fire in her loins this morning. I was torn. Briefly, feelings of anger, jealousy, and disappointment flooded through me. But watching the incredible scene unfold in the corral, my crotch stirred and I decided to let the action play out. I had met the cowboy currently fucking my girlfriend last night. Conner was a champion calf roper, which explained the lasso around Amy's neck. He was the strong, dark, silent type, with piercing brown eyes and shortly cropped black hair. His handshake was very firm and his body was cut like a world-class athlete. Watching him pump away on Amy, I was struck by the powerful muscles in his legs and the tight flexing of his ass. His dick was equally powerful looking. Dark and uncut, surrounded by a mass of wiry black hair, his foreskin was pulled back to reveal a large, red mushroom head that was repeatedly violating Amy's tightly trimmed pussy. He teasingly withdrew his cock and smacked Amy on the ass with his tool. The cowboys erupted in a hale of catcalls. "Spank her ass!" "Make her beg for it Conner!" "Give it to her good!" "Don't tease me," Amy begged. "Fuck me with your cowboy cock." Reaching back between her legs, she grabbed his rigid member and pulled it toward her hot box. As I watched him slowly rebury his tool, I estimated that his dick was about the same length as mine, maybe a little longer. But while his shaft was a little thinner than mine, the big plum shaped head was his most impressive asset. Based on the moans of pleasure emitting from Amy, she agreed with my assessment. Conner placed his hands on his hips and ordered, "Fuck me filly, work your pussy on my hard shaft." Amy rocked back and forth, fucking Conner's dick with barbarian lust. Buck, the ranch foreman stepped out of the group of on-lookers and approached Amy. He was shirtless, showing an upper body an NFL wide-receiver would be proud to call his own. Unlike most of the other cowboys, his jeans were still fully buttoned, but the bulge in his crotch revealed he was not immune to the heat of the current proceedings. "So ma'am, who was right, the Americans, the French, or the Poles?" Buck asked. The cowboys all laughed heartily. "I think," Amy panted, "They were all right. And right now, the fat head on this cowboy's fuckstick is doing a damn fine job." Buck bent over and kissed Amy fully on the mouth, their tongues dancing a tango. "Why don't you unzip that fly and demonstrate the Poles conclusion while Conner is pounding my twat," Amy purred. "Cause when this cowboy pops his load, I'm gonna need a replacement rider to jump in the saddle." The other cowboys chorused in, "Yea boss, show her what made you the World Champion." I didn't understand their intended meaning, but I had to admit I was looking forward to seeing what Buck was hiding in his jeans. Between Trip's horse cock and all the exposed dicks encircling my girlfriend, it was clear; cowboys were a well-endowed fraternity. None of the ranch hands were small, the tiniest dick tipping the ruler at probably 7.5 inches, with several of the stiffening tools topping out at 8-9 inches. They all had that rugged, unkempt look, with wild unruly pubes and sweaty, low hanging balls, the result of being stuffed into too-tight jeans seven days a week. Standing back from Amy, his crotch approximately a foot from her hungry mouth, Buck ran his leather work-gloved hands up and down his rippling stomach, one hand stopping to tweak his stiff nipples, the other slowly disappearing down the front of his skin tight jeans. "You like what you see, missy?" Buck enquired. Still being fucked wildly from behind, Amy could only murmur her approval, "Don't stop, show me your big horse cock!" Starting at the bottom button of his 501's, Buck slowly undid each, working toward his still fastened belt. With the palm of his hand, his thick fingers splayed wide, he rubbed his stiffening rod through his jeans down his left pant leg. As the bulge in his pants grew, Amy's eyed widened with anticipation. She lustily licked her lips, reaching back between her legs to diddle her clit. Even after seeing Trip's massive dick this morning, I was unprepared for Buck's schlong. Down his left leg, a huge bulge stretched the denim as it reached toward his knee. Unable to control myself, I fished my throbbing cock out of my shorts and began stroking my raging hard-on. Amy was also mesmerized by the growth in his jeans. She stopped diddling her twat and reached out to massage Buck's bulge. "Holy shit," she gasped. "You are hung like a horse." One of the cowboys whistled, "Horses wish they had a dick like Buck's." Buck took a step back, just out of Amy's reach and reached his still gloved hand down into his unbuttoned crotch, wrestling his rapidly hardening dick out into the bright mountain sunshine. Amy exhaled with a huge gasp as Buck's monster cock was fully exposed. He fished two lemon-sized nuts out through his unbuttoned jeans, his entire glory now swinging in the cool mountain air. "What an incredible cock," I whispered as I continued to jerk my now dwarfed boner, mentally estimating his cock at well over 11 inches. "You're a little voyeuristic pervert, aren't you Mr. Armstrong." I nearly jumped out of my skin, startled by a voice behind me. Turning quickly, I found Shelly staring at my exposed dick. "Be careful where you point that thing," she giggled. "Remember, I know how easily it goes off." "Sorry," I mumbled, trying to cover my raging boner. "You are full of apologies today, aren't you. Maybe it's time you were taught some manners." With that she caught me off guard and shoved me from behind the barn. "Hey guys, look what I found sneaking around behind the barn." The cowboys turned in unison and I knew I was busted. No use in running, where was I gonna go. Shelly continued to prod me forward as we entered the corral. "Caught him spying on you guys," Shelly continued. "Had his cock in his hand and was mumbling something about 'an incredible cock.' The pervert was jacking off and drooling over the sight of your big dick, Buck." "So you like my dick, huh Mr. Armstrong?" Buck enquired. "Well, I, uhhh, you see, it is, ummm…" I stammered. I want to repeat, I AM NOT GAY. But Buck's big prick held some kind of power over me. I didn't like his dick, but I was strongly drawn to it. "It is incredible," Amy sighed, unable to take her eyes off his throbbing manhood, even as Conner's dick continued to pummel her from behind. "Your girlfriend clearly likes it," Buck continued with a sly smile. "But we are a full service dude ranch, and I don't want you to feel left out, Mr. Armstrong. Since I've shown you mine, why don't you show me yours?" I was shaking all over, not sure what was going to happen next. A couple of the younger ranch hands started toward me. "Jake, Trevor, help Mr. Armstrong out of his clothes," Buck ordered. Jake opened a 6-inch hunting knife he wore on his belt and while Trevor pinned my arms behind me, Jake cut my t- shirt and shorts off. I started to struggle, but quickly realized the futility. Besides, I was still incredibly aroused and was curious to see where this rodeo was going. "So do you enjoy watching your girlfriend get fucked like a wild animal?" Buck asked, motioning towards my erect boner. "Or is that hard-on the result of all the fresh meat you're surrounded by?" I tried to remain in control, "As long as she is enjoying herself," I answered, ignoring his homosexual reference. "Are you having fun, ma'am?" Buck asked Amy. "Fuck yes," she cried. "But I'll be having more fun when I get my hands wrapped around your throbbing fuckstick." "All in good time, honey," Buck chuckled. "Be a good girl and help out some of the other cowboys. You do a good job, and my trophy is all yours." Several of the cowboys surrounding Amy moved closer, running their hands over her tits, ass, back, and legs. Jake, the ranch's blacksmith, moved between Buck and Amy and grasping his solid tool, slapped Amy's face several times with his boner. Jake's dick was long and thin, straight as an arrow with a big vein running down the top side. Momentarily distracted from Buck's giant, Amy focused on Jake's dick, opening her mouth wide and flicking her tongue at his dickhead. Jake slapped her tongue with his dick, lubing his shaft before forcing several inches down her waiting mouth. Amy swirled her tongue around his pole as Jake started to fuck her mouth in earnest. With each down stroke, another half inch disappeared down her eager throat, until Jake's curly blonde pubes were tickling Amy's nose. Two other cowboys stood on each side of Amy, one aggressively tweaking and sucking on her bobbing breasts, the other wrapping her long dark hair around his dick as he jerked his boner. The two remaining cowboys stood off to the side, continue to fondle their crotches. "The ranch hands work hard," Buck continued. "They deserve some recreation, don't you think Mr. Armstrong." Before I could answer, Shelly piped up, "Mr. Armstrong is a peeping pervert. He hid behind a tree, jerking off while he watched Trip and me get it on down by the river." "You're a real voyeur, huh Mr. Armstrong?" Buck continued as he slowly jerked his massive meat with his leather- gloved hand. "How about we get you more involved in the proceedings? It's part of the dude ranch experience, letting the guests participate. Amy is taking her working vacation very seriously. Unfortunately, as you can see, we have more cowboy dick than one little filly can service." "What can I do?" I barked, unsure of where Buck was going with this. "He watched me suck Trip's dick," Shelly interjected. "I want to watch him suck your dick, Buck." The thought outwardly repulsed me, although I swear my dick swelled another 10% and my knees grew weak. "I think Shelly may be on to something," Buck laughed. "But why don't we start Mr. Armstrong on a more manageable task. You city slickers come our here to play cowboy. Well, cowboys have needs. Unfortunately, the open range lacks enough good women to fulfill those needs, so cowboys often have to turn to one another for release. Get down on your knees Mr. Armstrong and take care of these two ranch hands the way your girlfriend is servicing Jake. We will call it your first assignment in Cowboy 101." I hesitated, and was surprised to hear Amy mumble, her mouth still stuffed with Jakes cucumber, "What are you waiting for you big baby! Can't you handle some real cowboy cock?" "Besides," Shelly interjected, "you know you want it. Your dick gives you away." With that, Shelly picked up a rope and tossed a lasso around my neck, "Don't make me have to hog tie you too." My manhood had been challenged and I was doing a lousy job of hiding my curious desire. I reluctantly dropped to my knees in front of Trevor and Damon, eyeing their bulges with a clinical detachment. Trevor was a Marlboro man clone, a permanent 5 o'clock shadow on his face, his cowboy shirt unbuttoned to reveal a ripped torso. His jeans were down around his ankles, his cock hanging from beneath a sweaty, stained jock strap. His balls were nearly hairless, his cock perfectly proportioned, dangling down just below his sweaty nutsack. As he casually stroked himself, his meat was slowly fattening and starting to extend from his body. Damon was the lone black cowboy. He was built like a bull, stocky and powerful. His jeans appeared painted on his muscled lower body, unbuttoned and pealed down just below his thighs. The tail of his cowboy shirt hid his manly package from view, as he squeezed and pulled his tool through the thin material. "Come on you little pervert cowboy wanna be," Damon barked. "Get to work." I reached under Damon's shirt and lightly grasped his sausage. It felt incredibly heavy, spongy and thick as I explored his still hidden cock. His nuts were the size of tennis balls and the fine hair on his sack felt like velvet. I couldn't handle this game of hide-and-seek any longer, pulling up his shirttail to take my first look at his dark package. Amy squealed, "Oh, that's nice," as Damon's exposed glory sprung into view. It wasn't particularly long, maybe 6-7 inches and still growing, but it was fat as a baseball bat, thickly muscled just like its owner. "Kiss it," ordered Shelly, now standing directly over me and inspecting my progress. I did as ordered, kissing the fat head on Damon's uncut cock. "Now lick it," Shelly continued. I started licking the foreskin-covered head, his cock continuing to harden as his cock helmet peeked from beneath its sheath. His crotch smelled musky and manly, cowboy sweat mingled with the pure Rocky Mountain air. "Lick the shaft," Shelly commanded. Genuinely curious, I followed Shelly's orders without pause, licking the shaft and kneading his meaty balls. Subsequent orders to lick his balls, stroke his shaft, and kiss his thighs were eagerly followed. As I lost my nervousness, my own experience as a cocksuckee took over, guiding me to pleasure this big black cowboy. I opened my mouth wide, inviting his fat pocket-rocket to enjoy the warm, wet cavity of my mouth. I worked his cock with both hands as he forced the head of his cock against the back of my throat, my jaws aching to accommodate his impressive girth. While his dick wasn't long, the fat face fucker filled my mouth, nearly blocking my windpipe and causing my eyes to water. I didn't care, I loved having my mouth forcefully fucked while the other cowboys and my girlfriend watched. "Damn, this little bitch can suck cock," Damon sighed. "Don't ignore Trevor," Shelly commanded. With my throat stuffed by Damon's fat piston, I extended my left hand to cup Trevor's shaved balls, alternating jerking his shaft and caressing his nuts. "Switch," Shelly ordered. I transferred my attention to Trevor's boner. His cock was now standing at full attention, a very impressive 9 inches in length but considerably thinner than Damon's. I attacked his cock with unbridled passion, taking his length down my well-stretched throat, his cockhead touching new nerve centers deeper down my throat than Damon's tool could reach. As I watched his long cock disappear repeatedly down my pie-hole, my cock twitched with excitement. I was experiencing unbelievable orgasmic-type sensations throughout my body as my dick trickled pre-cum. "It didn't take much to break this bronco," Buck snorted. "What do you think of your boyfriend now, Ms. Amy?" Conner and Jake had traded positions, Conner now fucking Amy's face with his pussy juice-lubed pogo stick as Jake drilled her dripping snatch with his long, thin cock. Conner withdrew his tool, allowing Amy to respond. "It's nice to see he can give as good as he gets," she panted, before Conner forced his pecker back down her throat. While I feverishly worked on Trevor's rod, Shelly forced my down on all fours and climbed on my back, the rope still loosely tightened around my neck. "He's not completely broken," Shelly laughed, "NOT YET!" She spanked my now exposed ass with several sharp blows, before caressing my ass crack and tickling my balls from behind. She explored my crack with her finger, drawing circles around my puckered asshole. After wetting her fingers in her mouth, she inserted her index finger into my rectum. A cock down my throat and a finger in my ass was driving my body over the edge. As she worked my sphincter, she inserted a second and third finger in my butt. Deeply in lust over Trevor's tonsil tickler, I lost track of Damon. As Shelly withdrew her fingers from my ass, I felt a much larger, more solid mass pushing against my sphincter. I tried to say something, but Trevor had a two-handed grip on my head and his cock was firmly planted down my throat. I heard Damon clear his throat and spit, feeling his hot saliva dripping down my ass crack. No way was his fat turd burglar going in my virgin ass, especially not with spit as the only lube. I tried to struggle free, but Shelly tightened the rope around my neck, and Damon firmly grasped my hips in his powerful hands. Amy spoke up again, "He has always been infatuated with ass fucking, let's see if he can take as good as he gives." I had fucked Amy in the butt a few times, and she had even taken to liking it lately. But the first few times had been tough; taking lots of lube and several starts and stops. While my dick isn't small, it is pencil thin compared to Damon's baseball bat, and he was using spit for lube. This wasn't going to be fun. Damon leaned heavily against my backside, forcing the head of his monster past my virgin rear gate. Unable to scream with Trevor's cock down my throat, my body stiffened and my ass clamped shut. "You better relax, bitch, or this is gonna hurt bad," Damon yelled. "And watch those teeth, slut," retorted Trevor, "Or I'm gonna brand your ass." I tried to relax my body, focusing on the incredible sensations pulsing through by throbbing cock. My ass may have been on fire, but my dick was loving every minute of it. I just needed to channel that pleasure to my rectum. Damon leaned harder against my ass, forcing his stubby tool down my poop chute, inch by excruciating inch. "Fuck, he's got a tight man-pussy," Damon panted. The pain was intense, as the thick foreign object slowly invading my virgin shitter. I could feel his cock throbbing against my tight ass walls and the heat emitting from his tool turned my ass into a furnace. After several minutes, I could feel his heavy balls bouncing against mine. He was buried ball deep in my ass and I had taken every inch. As my ass stretched to accommodate his beer can dick, I began to appreciate the power of Damon's corncob. "That so fucking hot," Shelly cried, still straddling my back as she continued to break me and teach me a lesson. "How does it feel to be filled with hot cowboy cock, you sissy little city slicker?" Not Any Cock Will Doodle Do I could only grunt as Damon slowly withdrew his turd stick and started to slowly fuck my stretched man-pussy. As Damon and Trevor found a rhythm, I was sandwiched between two hot cowboys, ridden hard and loving every minute of it. I was their bitch and I was in heat. "The symmetry is beautiful," Buck announced. "Ms. Amy and Mr. Armstrong are sharing in a synchronized rodeo of fucking." The cowboys all laughed, and I was struck by the similarity between my and Amy's situation. I only hoped she was enjoying her cowboys as much as I was enjoying mine. Based on the moans of satisfaction coming from Amy's direction, she was indeed having a fucking good time. When Amy approaches orgasm, she gets very vocal, and given her rising volume, she was obviously getting close. "Oh fuck, screw my burning twat," Amy cried. "Fill me with your hot cowboy jizz!!! Conner, I wanna taste your salty spunk. Cum in my mouth. I want your cowboy buddies to shoot all over my face. Give me your hot sticky loads." Amy's nasty talk drove the entire posse over the top. "I'm cumming," roared Jake as he pumped an endless load deep in Amy's box. Not to be outdone, I felt Damon's cock thicken as he rammed a final thrust deep into my ass, his balls pounding against mine as he unloaded powerful jet after jet of splooge deep in my bowels with a loud, "Yeehawwww!!!" Conner erupted in Amy's eager mouth with squirt after milky squirt of man cream, her throat working overtime to coax every last drop out of his spent dick. The other two cowboys, jerked ropey strings of hot goo across Amy's face and hair, coating her pretty face with a torrent of cum. Trevor responded accordingly, withdrawing his shiny red boner from the depths of my mouth and ejaculating an endless flood of his sweet man nectar on my face, in my mouth, down my chin, and in my hair. I lapped up the white creamy fluid, smacking my lips, eager to taste every single drop. I was fast becoming a cum queen, driven to drink deeply from this cowboy's erupting fountain. I stroked Trevor's dick lovingly, squeezing the last few drops from his spent organ. Damon's was still impaled in my ass, but I could feel his cock softening, my butt slowly constricting around his flaccid tool. As he withdrew with a pop, I felt the cool mountain breeze teasing my innards and immediately craved another cock to fill my lonely crapper. The cowboys all headed to the cooler for a cold beer, back slapping and high-fiving one another. Buck, the only cowboy not to have shot his load, spoke up as he continued to slowly stroke his truly massive tool, "So Shelly, do you think he learned his lesson?" "I think he's been warmed up," she replied. "But back to my original premise, I still want to see him suck your big porker." I wasn't about to argue. I didn't think I could handle Buck's fuckstick, but damn if I wasn't going to give it a go. The vision of his huge boner had started this whole freakish orgy; and my curiosity had only been peeked. Still straddling me, Shelly slapped my ass, "Giddy-up horsey," she prodded as she rode me towards Buck's waiting dick. Before I reached the holy grail of Buck's proud boner, Amy jumped down from the hay bales and cut me off. "Hold on their cum-bucket," she snapped. "That prime piece of Grade-A meat is mine." Unable to control my newfound desires I shouted, "No, it's mine. I want to deep throat that beautiful cock." Unbelievably I was fighting my knock-out gorgeous girlfriend over a guy's dick. The cowboys erupted in laughter. Shelly interjected, "Looks like we converted another city slicker." "Easy there ya'll," Buck calmly governed. "There's plenty of me to go around. Tell you what, why don't you two tag- team my dick and I will award a special prize to the best head-giver." As my mind spun with possibilities, I hoped the trophy included a mouthful of Buck's special sauce. Hell given the size of his cum-filled balls, it was more likely gonna be a stomach full of his dick cream. "I'll take that challenge," replied Amy. "I mean I've been sucking cock half my life. Mr. Hershey Highway here just got his first taste of dick. This should be a snap." Buck sat back on a big leather saddle thrown over a bale of hay, his magnificent cock protruding pornographically from his skin-tight Levis, his balls splayed in his low hanging nutsack. "Now you two play nice; let's see some teamwork." The cowboys huddled around to watch the cock-sucking show. True Amy had been sucking cock for many years, but lucky for me, I had been getting hummers for equally as long. I knew what a man liked, and I thought I could translate that into a world-class blowjob. Funny, Amy and I compete at everything; biking, tennis, golf, bowling. Now we were competing at giving head. Amy and I knelt at Buck's feet like two obedient dogs, our eyes glued to his massive boner, lust and desire radiating from our bodies. My cock was rock-hard, still dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. We both had dried cum on our faces and in our hair, but we were driven by a common goal, to satisfy this hunk of cowboy and lay claim to his mighty load. Hands shaking, we each took a tentative grip on his pulsing rod, feeling the almost electric current that emanated from his groin. It was alive; its own heartbeat throbbing as the blood engorged its bulbous head and the veins pulsed blue and swollen. My hand could not reach fully around Buck's shaft, and Amy's dainty fingers barely reached around half his girth. "Fuck I wanna suck your big cock," Amy exhaled as she opened her mouth wide to fit the tip of his tool in her mouth. Not to be outdone, I attacked his swollen nuts, inhaling his musky scent as I licked and sucked his tender package. I could barely fit a ball in my stretched mouth, using my tongue to caress his testicle, applying slight pressure as I bit down on each gorgeous globe. I could imagine the huge load that was percolating in those awesome balls and I did my best to bring it to full boil. "Mr. Armstrong is a nut-slut," Buck chuckled. "He certainly knows how to prime the pump." I smiled with satisfaction. Amy took the comment as a challenge and doubled her efforts on his wicked weapon. Tilting her head back, she cranked her jaw open another few degrees as she worked a few more inches of Buck into her mouth. I could see her tongue working feverishly to lube his face fucker as she impaled her face farther on his spear. As two-thirds of his tool disappeared down Amy's throat, Buck moaned, "Damn little filly, if your pussy is as tight and warm as your throat, I'm looking forward to that journey." Maybe Amy had a secret weapon that I couldn't match, but if Buck longed to fuck her cunt, I could at least offer him an equally tight hole, my freshly plowed ass. Releasing his heaving balls, I concentrated on the last few inches of his shaft that Amy could not throat. I licked the base of his root, kissing and playing harmonica like a blues musician. As Amy came up for air, I rubbed her spit into his cock, lubing the length with firm steady strokes "Hey cowgirl," Buck began, "why don't you wiggle your cute little pussy around here so I can taste your tuna pie." Laying back on the hay bales, his cock reaching to the sky, Amy straddled Buck in a 69 position, her dripping snatch hovering over Buck's outstretched tongue. Taking opportunity of Amy's temporary distraction, I grabbed Buck's cock in both hands and stuffed it in my mouth. I was determined to throat more than Amy in this cocksucking dual. Spitting on his boner, I closed my eyes and relaxed my throat, envisioning Buck's pipe sliding down my windpipe. As I forced inch after glorious inch down my gullet, I fought back my gag reflex, his firm knob poking the back of my throat. I opened my eyes to see Amy staring in awe, a look of fierce anger on her face, at my accomplishment. I had deep throated all but about an inch of Buck's incredible boner. "Damn this city slicker has a hot mouth," Buck groaned. "And his bitch has a mighty yummy snatch." I slowly worked Buck's throbbing dick in and out of my throat, using my hands to jerk his twitching meat. As his dick reemerged from my mouth, my eyes watering and my jaw aching, Amy attacked with a renewed passion. She nibbled on his tool, kissing and licking the length while she simultaneously ground her pussy in Buck's face. Buck reached up and tweaked her stiff nipples, kneading her tits roughly with his still gloved cowboy hands. This was really unfair. Amy was a five-tool player; she had a hot ass, tasty pussy, great tits, talented mouth, and was drop dead beautiful. Clearly I was starting to prove my prowess in the cocksucking department, but how could I compete with Amy's other talents. I saw this competition going south and revised my game plan. "Let's work together," I whispered to Amy, "and share this big prize." She winked and replied, "OK, but I'm gonna ride this stud like a bitch in heat." Me too, I thought, although I kept my mouth shut. As Amy worked the top-side of his massive rod, I took the bottom, our mouths forming half-circles around his swollen girth. We french-kissed, our tongues entwined around Buck's tool, his moans confirming that our new strategy was greatly appreciated. "Good girls," Buck breathed heavily, "It's all about teamwork." Buck grabbed Amy firmly by the waist, hoisting her body up and over his proud erection into a reverse cowgirl position. "I want my dick to feel what my mouth has been enjoying," Buck laughed. As he lowered her into position over his throbbing tool, Buck ordered, "Armstrong, guide my pecker into her hot box. And take care of my nuts while I train your girlfriend here to fuck a real cowboy." Disappointedly, I guided Buck's cock to Amy's waiting pussy, spreading her lips with the knob of his rod as he lowered her tight body down onto his pole. "Keep up your solid efforts, Mr. Armstrong, and I will see that you are well rewarded," Buck grunted as his cock first penetrated Amy's snatch. Amy whimpered with a mixture of lust and fear as the fat dick invaded her well lubed pussy. "Oh my God," Amy squealed. "That's just the first half," Buck laughed as he continued to lower her ass toward his stomach. "You can take it honey, my men got you nice and prepped." "Fuck yes I can take it," Amy panted, "Or I'm gonna die trying." As Buck inched his way deep into her belly, I alternated licking his exposed shaft and Amy's swollen clit. As his dick disappeared, I turned my attention to his balls, chewing, kissing, licking, and sucking on his cum filled nutsack. Amy's ass came to rest on Buck's huge cowboy belt buckle, fully impaled on his foot-long snake. I looked up at Amy to see a look of shock on her face, her eyes glassed over, her tongue lustily tracing circles around her lips, her hands roughly massaging her exposed tits and pinching her swollen nipples. She was in a different world; a much better place. In one of the cowboy's dirty black hat and leather chaps, squatting down on Buck's fuckmeat, her boots on either side of his prone blue-jean clad body, Amy looked beautiful. I only wished I had a camera. As I would find out later, much to my dismay, Conner had a video camera and he was recording the whole 'rodeo' for posterity. "Damn honey," Buck exhaled, "You took it all. Ready to ride?" Amy could only mumble incoherently, "Ohhhhh, ahhhhhh, yeaaaaaaaa….." Buck began to lift Amy off his shaft, her legs unable to support her full weight. As he lifted and dropped her repeatedly on his tool, Amy gradually came to life, her legs regaining their strength. Buck leaned back, his hands behind his head as Amy took over, grinding down on his pelvis before rocketing toward the sky, Buck's cock pistoning in and out of her dripping cunt. "How do you like that big cock, honey?" Buck asked. "Oh, Buck, I love your huge cock. Your dick is so big. It's hitting spots I didn't even know existed. Fuck!!!! Oh, shit!!!! It's unfucking believable. I worship your incredible prick." The cowboys were whooping and screaming again. "Break that cowgirl!" "Pound her twat!!!" "Screw her dry!!!" The combination of an audience and Buck's schlong had Amy fucking with reckless passion. I watched Buck's cock stretch her pussy wide, his dick disappearing into previously unexplored territory. I was green with envy; jealous of Amy's euphoria. I wanted that big dick in me. I continued to grovel at Buck's balls. Periodically, Buck would lift Amy completing off his erection and I would eagerly throat his glistening tool, tasting the combination of Amy's sweet pussy juices and Buck's flowing precum. All too soon, Amy would impale her tight little body back on his dick, my prize disappearing back into her twat. As the awesome fucking continued, I made due with these little scraps. Amy drifted in and out of an orgasmic haze. Her screaming would crescendo and her body stiffen, a wave of orgasm racking her body. She would struggle to regain composure as her heavy breathing regulated. Within minutes her pace would again quicken, Buck obtaining full penetration, her body succumbing to another orgasmic climax. It became difficult to differentiate where one orgasm stopped and another began. As Buck lifted Amy completely off his turgid rod, he sat up. "Your pussy is fantastic Ms. Amy. I think we have it pretty well trained in this position. Why don't you get down on all fours?" I watched in envy as Amy assumed the doggie position, her tantalizing little ass wiggling in Buck's face. Damn I wanted to be Amy right now. Shelly interjected, "Don't forget about our peeping pervert, Mr. Armstrong. I think that lust in his eyes is meant for your fudge packer, Buck." "Great idea Shelly. Armstrong, stop playing with your little dick and line up next to your cock-hungry little girlfriend; on all fours." I would have to remember to tip Shelly generously. As I kneeled next to Amy on the hay bales, our butts side-by-side offered Buck a buffet of choices. Looking back at Buck, I watched him scratch his chin as he stroked his swollen tool, deciding which hole to invade first. The anticipation was palpable. I wanted that piece of man-meat buried in my ass. At the same time, I began to wonder, could I possibly handle so much cock? Would he literally rip me in two? Amy saw the mixed look on my face; hunger and terror. She whispered, "It's worth it!" Damn straight, I thought. If Amy's cunt could handle it, so could my man-pussy. Buck, his decision made, rubbed his huge knob-head against my puckered hole. He spit lewdly, the saliva running down my ass crack to mix with Amy's twat juice to lube his pecker. As Buck forced the head past my sphincter, I sighed expectantly. My ass burned, but not unpleasantly. Buck's cock was only slightly fatter than Damon's turd stick that had earlier violated my virgin ass. However as 6,7, 8, 9, and 10 inches slid up my backdoor, a new set of emotions overwhelmed me. I had once toured a sausage manufacturing plant, and I imagined I know knew what a bratwurst felt like as the casing was crammed with raw meat. Every square millimeter of my rectum was filled with pulsing manhood, Buck's cock setting off firecrackers in my ass with every new inch explored. I tried to crawl forward, wanting to extricate this smoldering iron from my abused ass, but Buck held tightly. "Easy, my little cock-slut. We are definitely not done yet," Buck barked. Buck sank the remaining two inches of his turd burglar into my burning hole. "Holy fucking shit!!!!" I screamed. Buck left his rod buried ball deep in my ass for several minutes while my butt got used to his massive size. "You like that don't you, my little city slicker faggot?" Buck yelled. "Yes sir," I whimpered. "I need you to rape my ass. Train me like you trained Amy." Buck slowly withdrew the length of his cock from my butt, my rectum closing around the vacuous space left by his departing pipe. Before the fire burning in my ass could fully recede, Buck thrust the full length of his cock back up my hole. "I'll train you, cowpuke," Buck grunted, as he started to furiously screw my anus with deep, powerful strokes. "But the training wheels are coming off." For several minutes Buck maintained a firm grip on my waist as he thrust repeatedly into my innards. Slowly, the pain subsided and I began to enjoy his deep fucking rhythm. As he withdrew his cock, I leaned back into him to meet his next thrust. He released his grip on my waist, realizing that I had overcome the hurdle of his huge dimensions and was now addicted to his deep strokes. "Oh, yea. Fuck me with that huge piece of man-meat," I groaned. "Make me your faggot bitch. I need your fucking cock." The cowboys laughed loudly. "You broke him good, Buck. He sounds just like Ms. Amy when she was impaled on your hose," Shelly giggled. "No man or woman can resist your big dick." I was in heaven. Sexually, I always assumed shooting a load was the top of the mountain. But Buck's fudge packer was setting off sexual feelings I had never experienced. My dick was harder than stone and continued to leak copious amount of pre-cum. After ten minutes of vicious ass fucking, Buck withdrew his cock and slapped me hard on the ass with his tool. "Let's see if that pussy of your girlfriend's has recovered yet." For the next ten minutes he fucked Amy without pause, coaxing screaming orgasm after orgasm from her overworked body. Buck continued to alternate between my tight ass and Amy's pussy, fucking us with incredible strength and stamina. While torturing my ass, Buck reached between my legs and grabbed my swollen cock. "Shit Armstrong, this thing feels like its going to blow," Buck chided. Withdrawing his cock from my well-spent butthole, he flipped me over on my back. "Let's try something new," he teased. Pulling my feet up over his broad shoulders, Buck entered me again, piston fucking my raw hole as his balls bounced off my exposed ass. "Jerk your little dick, Armstrong," Buck ordered. With a few quick strokes, I shot the biggest load of my life, spunk flying up my chest and across my face. Using my fingers, I milked up the splooge, licking my fingers clean. Withdrawing his dick from my ass, Buck ordered Amy and me to kneel as he continued to stroke his 12-inch howitzer. "You've both been good little sluts," Buck continued. "I'm gonna let you share the prize." Buck stroked his dick one last time before putting his hands on his hips, his cock sticking magnificently out from his Levis. His tool twitched once, twice and exploded; long sticky strings of cum arching across the gap between us. I lost count as shot after shot of splooge was aimed at my and Amy's faces, coating us in a salty, milky layer of delicious man-spunk. We swallowed direct hits and took turns slurping the excess from each other's covered faces. Again drawn to the incredible power of Buck's horse cock, we took turns sucking and kissing his slowly deflating rod, not wanting to miss any of his special sauce. "Look at our cum-covered clients," Shelly laughed. "I think they like the cowboy lifestyle." "So do you still thing any cock will doodle do?" Amy sighed, a look of pure sexual satisfaction glowing on her cum covered face. No, I thought; it was clear some cocks were not created equal. Several families from Texas arrived the following day, putting an end to the overt orgy of Rodeo Day. When we got home to Chicago, a package from the ranch was waiting in the mail. Inside was a reservation confirmation for next year's Rodeo Day and a videotape entitled 'Rodeo Day Highlights'. Learning to love cock was an eye opening experience; reliving the moment in living color made my mouth water and my ass twitch. I am counting the days until next summer vacation.