1. Cowgirl's Real Story


    Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: True Story, Author: iqtpy, Rating: 36.8, Source: sexstories.com

    combination. I was on my way to the back of the bull riding chutes where they kept the potentially lethal weapons who can out run me, out jump me, yet make me money. “May the good lord take a liking to me, just not too soon.” On my way to the chutes, I stopped and talked to a few cowboys getting ready. “Good luck today gentlemen.” “It will be some embarrassing shit if she kicks my ass!” “I wouldn’t mind losing to that ass.” “I’ll take a piece of that ass.” I shake my head and kept walking. Get some new material boys… I hang my bull rope on the fence. I buckle on my old style, nineteen sixties spurs. I buckle my very old bull riding chaps on. You can see where leather was added to fit me. They’re baby blue, with my initials running down the side. I guess you could say these chaps have grown up with me. They were a gift to me from Shane, an old Irish ranch hand who watched over me. When I was young he schooled me in Irish. Figuring I should know something about my heritage. Larry Mahan is of Irish descent and won five consecutive “All Around Rodeo Champion.” The stories Shane told, I could listen to him for hours. One of my favorites was the story of Claude Dallas. “In the deserts of Nevada he became a cowboy. Claude always packed a pistol and he practiced deadly force. He became a trapper and dreamed of the days long past. He studied bobcat logic and the wild and silent ways. Trapping cats and coyotes, living hand to mouth on the Owyhee range where the rivers run wild and ...
    disappear and the mustang still runs free...” That is how Shane told stories. He made you feel like you were in the Oregon Mountains with Claude. I stretch out some to limber up for the ride. Bull riding is easy if you understand women, their sneaky bitches. Just about the time you got them figured out, they’ll roll the other way, just like bull. I straighten my shirt and tuck my hair inside. I get to rosining up the handle on my bull rope. The rodeo part of a County Fair will fill the bleachers every time. I would like to think it is the “Thrill of the victory” for cowboy riding, but I think it is the “Agony of defeat” for the cowboy. It’s the Get down! Get back up Again! With no injuries. I think is the thrill… “This is the Reno County Fair! Let’s give a big round of applause for our competing Cowboys tonight.” The rodeo chairman announces. “The first event of the night is the bull riding. We have some the top bull riders here tonight, two of them are women. We have Brie Sky riding third and the wild card in this event Lizzy is riding tenth. Watch for her, she is coming up in the ranks.” I am riding tenth in a lineup of fourteen, good position. Standing next to Brie I could see she was debating whether or not to get on the bull, slamming himself against the side if the chute. “Brie, hand the boys your bull rope. You’re thinking too hard, you wanted to ride in your home town rodeo here’s your chance. Do you really think they care if you make it eight seconds? They will be happy ...