The Big Girl and Cowboy Show - An Alpha Cowboy Erotic Romance

by Cleo Page

  As my super-orgasm faded nicely away, and my body began to calm down somewhat, Randall drew his head back from between my legs and quietly sat back on his haunches, letting me float in my moment. Still a little breathless, I said to Randall, “That. Was amazing. I . . . I don’t even understand what was going on with that tongue of yours.” I sat back up and shook my head a little while I continued speaking, “It felt like it kept getting bigger, for goodness sake! I’m not sure how you even fit that thing in your mouth, let alone speak with it! That was your tongue, right? I mean, I don’t know how it could have been anything else, but . . . wow! Incredible. You sir, I think are going to be chock-full of surprises.”

  “Oh, you don’t even know the half of it yet,” he replied with that cowboy grin of his.

  “Well anyway, don’t you think I’m done with you yet, mister. Can you stand up for me?”

  “Why, certainly, Ms. Lyall.”

  When Randall stood up in front of me, I could see that things had changed considerably from when we first started to kiss a while ago. Where his towel had begun to rise slightly when I was running my fingers over his Spartan-like abs, it was now being pushed forward to such a degree that it looked like it was doing its best to defy gravity.

  I reached forward and slid my fingers between Randall’s stomach and his towel. Slowly, I moved my hands along horizontally outward until I found the point where the towel had been tucked into itself in order to keep from falling to the ground. I gazed up at Randall and saw he had his head tilted back slightly and his eyes closed. I hesitated for just a moment and then pulled the end of the towel loose, allowing the plush material to drape and fall away from Randall’s body. “Jesus!” I gasped to myself. The towel gave an indication as to what was under it, but it still didn’t prepare me for the sheer magnificence of his cock. The best way I can describe it is that it matched Randall perfectly. It looked . . . muscular, if that’s possible. And perfectly proportioned. The head was just the right size and shape for the length and thickness of the shaft, and his balls hung just low enough to display their matching heft. He was well groomed, too. With his balls clean-shaven and just the right amount of hair left above the top of his shaft to still look like a grown man. My god, even the tone and hue of the skin was a perfect match to his slightly olive complexion.

  “Now, come just a little bit closer.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “That’s just perfect,” I said, referring to both his current position and phenomenal member. With the tip of Randall’s cock now a mere inch or so from my lips, I leaned forward slightly and wrapped my lips around just about the first half of the massive head, soliciting a barely audible groan of pleasure from Randall. My tongue made its way under the slitted opening and ran up and over it, tasting the saltiness of the clear bit of liquid that had been shining on the tip just a second earlier. Still holding my position, I reached my left hand up and cradled Randall’s impeccable balls. That combo seemed to have a fine effect as I felt Randall tense himself and then reach down and stroke my hair on his way to resting his hands on my shoulders.

  Being sure to leave some of my saliva behind, I took my lips from him and wrapped my right hand tight around the moistened head of his manhood. Slowly, I forced my hand down over his glans, making it penetrate my curled fingers, and proceeded to run it down his rigid shaft all the way to the base and back again. Repeating the motion, I picked up some speed with my strokes and increased the pressure of my grip on his smooth ballsack while tugging it downward just enough to bring the skin taut. I wanted to taste Randall again, so I shortened my strokes just enough to take the whole of his enormous head back into my mouth. As my warmth enveloped him and the speed of my strokes increased, I heard Randall from above me, “Good lord, Connor. Take it easy on a poor man. You’ll make me explode right here and now!” Knowing what I was doing to him brought a fresh flood to my ever-flowing river. I didn’t want to stop sucking on that beautiful cock of his, but I also wanted him to fuck me so very, very badly with his cock at its very hardest. Reluctantly, I took my mouth from around him and slowed my strokes more and more until my hand was simply holding tight around the base of his girth.

  I looked up and into his eyes. “I want you inside me, Randall.”

  Randall didn’t say a word. As he bent down and put his hands under my arms to guide me to a standing position, my hands loosened their grip on his stiffness and I let him go. Once I was standing, he lifted my arms straight up over my head, reached down, and pulled my shirt up and off of me in one fluid motion. Easing my arms back down for me, he rested them by my side and moved his hands around to my back to unclasp my bra. With great aplomb, my tits freed themselves from their lacy captor and spilled out impressively. A fine pair, my tits and Randall’s cock. Both impressive in their own right. I shimmied my skirt off on my own as Randall watched with an approving smile plastered across his face.

  We were both naked now, standing before each other with not the slightest bit of discomfort between us. It could have been the thousandth time we had done this, it felt so natural to be there.

  I was the one to break our mesmerized gaze of mutual admiration. First, I sat back down on the edge of the bed, and then shifted myself back so my whole body was able to lie atop the softness of the satiny duvet. After watching me intently as I laid myself on my back, naked and waiting for him, Randall also climbed onto the bed and slowly crept toward me on all fours. He moved forward, gently spreading my legs wide to accommodate his body as he brought his face to mine and leaned in to kiss me. It was a deep and passionate kiss, much like how we were kissing earlier, only now it seemed to be even more intense. More connected.

  Randall was above me, bare chest to soft breasts, perched on his elbows with one hand behind my head and the other holding me just between my shoulder blades. We continued to kiss. Our tongues danced and explored each other’s mouths. Our teeth nibbled and pulled at each other’s lips. All the while, from this position we were in, I could feel the tip of Randall’s cock gently bumping and brushing against the slick folds of my labia and my hypersensitive clit with every slight movement we made.

  Unable to let another moment go by without Randall inside of me, I moved my hand down between our bodies, reaching out and once again wrapping my fingers—only part of the way—around his prodigious rod. I felt Randall’s body tense above me from my touch. I lined up Randall’s cock to my eager pussy and pulled him gently forward. Just enough to part my lips with the very tip of his member. I continued to guide his erection and began to run the crown of his glans slow and deliberate up to my clit and back down, eventually resting him on the divot of my opening. I pulled him forward again, just the tiniest bit, then took my hand away and wrapped my arm around Randall’s lower back.

  We stopped kissing, and Randall moved his head back enough that we could focus on each other’s eyes. We stayed like that for a second, looking at each other. For the briefest moment I wondered what the hell I was even doing there, but that was quickly erased by the strong sense of calm that I had felt ever since I had arrived at the farm. This felt very right, it was very right, for so many reasons. Obvious reasons, and reasons that I was sure would present themselves to me over time.

  “Please, Randall. Fuck me now.”

  “It would be my absolute honor, Ms. Lyall.”

  I laughed, “You do have a way with words, don’t you?”

  “What can I say? You bring out the best in me, Connor.”

  “Oh! You flatter me!” I batted my eyelashes at him exaggeratedly. It was great fun to be silly with Randall. I was already feeling like he was bringing out the best in me as well.

  “Well, ma’am, the truth is always true.”

  A big dopey grin spread across my face and we both laughed. I pulled Randall back to me and kissed him through my smile. “You’re something else . . . Mr. Hemming.” I playfully overdid my delivery of Mr. Hemming, mimicking Randall’s way of calling me Ms. Lyall.

  Our laughin
g kiss quickly escalated in intensity. I felt Randall, who had kept his cock perfectly poised and in the exact same spot that I had positioned him while we had our brief conversation a second earlier, start to press forward with his body. My pussy, soaking wet, relented and began to stretch wide to accommodate the incredible girth of Randall’s rock-hard cock. “Oh my fuck!” I blurted out as more and more of him slid deep into me. He moved slowly, obviously aware that my insides were going to have to adjust to his massiveness. Even so, I could see lightning bolts on the inside of my eyelids as the pain from such an enormous tool stretching me to my limits mixed and swirled with the most profound pleasure I had ever felt. This was, incredibly, making me even more crazy than when Randall had made me come with that incredible tongue of his just a short while ago.

  Buried to the hilt inside of me now, Randall paused long enough to feel me exhale. I had unconsciously been holding my breath as I engulfed the last of his length. “I’m good,” I said, assuring Randall that I was okay, realizing that he was aware of why I would have been holding my breath. Upon hearing my affirmation, Randall began to draw back out of me. As he moved his hips further and further back, I could feel the ring from the helmet of his cock rolling over every one of the ridges along the top of my pussy as he passed by them. Just as I felt the pressure of the head of his cock push against the inside of my opening, Randall changed direction and slid himself forward into me again in one fluid motion. Bending his head down toward my chest, he brought his hand to my right breast and hoisted it to his mouth. Alternating between gently circling his tongue around my areola and taking the whole of my nipple into his mouth, he sucked with just enough force to shoot tingles of energy right down to my navel. All the while he continued with his thrusting motion, steadily increasing his pace just a tiny bit with each lunge forward until he was impaling me about once every second.

  “Randall! Fuck! You’re like a machine!” I exclaimed with the beginnings of a quiver in my voice. His unfaltering movements were propelling me closer and closer toward climaxing again already. I’ve always been one of the lucky ones who could actually come just from fucking, but it had never felt like it was going to be so easy to get there before. “Fuck me harder, Randall!” And fuck me harder he did. Adjusting himself from being propped on his elbows to being high above me on his knees, he lifted my right leg and brought it right up beside his face, hooking my ankle on his shoulder. From this new position, Randall’s stiffness bore into me even deeper than before, causing me to cry out. “Oh . . . my . . . god . . . Randall! You’re going to make me come! Make me come on your cock, Randall!”

  Randall brought his hands down from holding my elevated leg at my thigh and clamped them onto the soft fleshiness of my curvy hips. Now, as he began to pump into me even faster, he lifted the whole of my ass from the bed to meet him. Each thrust pushed just hard enough into my depths to lace the intense pleasure with just the right amount of hurt. I could hear, and feel, the sharp smacking sound of Randall’s swinging balls slapping against my asshole with every push forward.

  Once again, the inevitability of my orgasm started to build as I could feel the crashing of waves in my stomach becoming more and more pronounced. Randall did not relent and kept his quickened pace steady for me. My pussy began to clamp down tight onto Randall’s piston. “Yes, Randall! Fuck! Yes!” His hands held my hips tighter, making sure to keep us angled right as I started to curl my whole body inward, every muscle tightening, readying for release.

  “Yes, Connor! Come for me!” Randall’s words barely registered, but I certainly did what he said. My fingers clawed at the sheets as I started to bubble over. “Fuuuuuuuck!” I screamed as I started to come. My world lit on fire with a blaze of blinding, intense white heat. Bolt after bolt of lightning struck me, full force, deep in the core of me. My pussy was shooting fireworks that were exploding in my brain.

  The intense sensation of pleasure finally started to give way to the intense sensation of too much sensation. I managed to bring a shaky hand to Randall’s stomach and, starting to giggle the crazy giggle of too-much-of-a-good-thing, I said, “Slow. Slow now, please. Ms. Lyall needs a second to catch her breath.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Randall cowboyed at me, causing us both to have a little laughing fit for no real reason at all.

  Our laughter subsiding, I looked at Randall with half-slitted eyes and gave him a saucy, “Your turn.”

  “You sure you’re ready for this? You were barely holding on there a second ago,” he teased.

  “I think I can manage,” I said, as I leaned forward and gave him a playful swat on the arm.

  “Alrighty then, Ms. Lyall, but I’m gonna need you to turn over. I’ve been waiting a good long while now to get myself an eyeful of that fine big ol’ bottom you have there.” He did that thing again where he drew out his i when he spoke. This time in the word fine. Fuck me, I love that! I chirped in my head.

  “Oh! Yes, sir! One colossal booty coming right up!”

  Randall eased himself back, slowly unsheathing his cock from the warmth of my pussy. As he drew the last of himself from me, I let out a tiny groan at the unpleasantness of the empty feeling that rushed in to take his place. Quickly, I turned myself over onto my tummy and backed towards Randall, rising to my hands and knees. My wonderfully round, giant ass was on full display now for Randall, and I could feel my pendulous breasts sway slightly under me from the momentum of my movement.

  “God. Damn.” Randall was clearly impressed.

  “I know, right?” I said.

  “Connor. You just don’t even know.” He placed both his hands on my backside and traced the shape all the way from the top to the bottom of each cheek. Rounding his hands under the bottom of my ass, where my legs begin, he brought his hands to the middle of me, finding my wetness. He made his way back up to the small of my back, but not before running his fingers over my still sensitive nub, between my lips, and over my asshole. He paused just long enough on my back door to apply a slight pressure that sent a fresh shockwave right up my spine. Moving his left hand to my hip, he reached to himself with his right and moved his cock into position to penetrate me yet again.

  The feeling of Randall’s cock stretching me open for a second time was more familiar, but no less phenomenal. With the angle of attack changed from adopting this new position, a whole other set of deep sensations accompanied the undeniable fullness in my pussy. I adjusted quickly as my malleable insides took to Randall’s shape. I let him know as much by pressing myself back against him and driving his cock into me as deeply as it could go. That was as much of a signal as Randall needed and he started to undertake the smooth in and out motion he had proven to be so adept at moments ago.

  “Faster, Randall. Don’t hold back. I want to feel you come in my pussy.”

  Randall didn’t speak. Instead he quickened his thrusting, making sure to still probe me with the entire length of his substantial tool. I felt his hands tighten on my hips, his fingers digging into me. I could feel his fingernails. They felt sharp on my skin and added to the shockwaves that were spilling over me. “Yes, Randall! Faster!” At the sound of my voice, Randall began thrusting faster still. “God! Yes, Randall! More!” With this last proclamation from me, I heard Randall respond with a guttural moan that turned into a growl. He sounded fierce. Wild. He growled again, only this time with no preceding moan. Immediately after the second growl, it felt like his cock grew even larger, sturdier than it was already. He fucked me faster now. Jackhammering my pussy. Slamming his giant cock relentlessly deeper and deeper into my greedy chasm.

  “Jesus Christ, Randall! Fuck! Yes! Yes!” I was beginning to lose control myself now. I couldn’t see straight any longer. My tits were swinging back and forth with such momentum that they were slapping into me. I could feel my own pleasure welling up inside me again, approaching release at an incredible pace. “Come in my fucking pussy, Randall! Now! Please!” Incredibly, Randall had another gear left in him, and started to hammer at my pussy fas
ter than I could even understand. This started to push me over the edge. As I began to spasm again and tighten around Randall’s cock for a second time, I could feel Randall stiffen slightly in anticipation of his own release. That subtlety amidst the controlled chaos of our movements was enough to start the cascade of my climax. I screamed, “Rannndaaalll!”

  My screaming was enough to send Randall over the edge and he let out a terrifyingly ferocious growl of his own that somehow made me feel strangely satisfied as I writhed against him. I had no time to dwell on that feeling though, because in the next instant I was consumed by the sensation of Randall beginning to come in my welcoming pussy. “Yes, Randall! Come for me!” I could feel the jet of his seed pulsing against my insides with each powerful spray from his throbbing cock. He continued to thrust as he came more and more. So much that it began to spill out of me as he continued to drive into my pussy, his cum running down over my button and dripping onto the duvet below. Finally, after what was an amazingly long display, the last of Randall’s aftershocks subsided. Breathing heavily, we both fell forward in a heap. On our way down to the bed, Randall pulled his barely softened cock from my pussy and I felt the rest of the warm load of his cum overflowing from my lips.

  Randall was now laying on his side, draped over me, my tummy still flat on the bed and my head facing away from him. “Randall. My goodness. That was incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like that. I mean, never.” Randall was quiet, save for his breathing, which was still understandably heavy. “And those sounds you made! That . . . growling. So, so sexy. I love feeling like I made you go all primal.” His breath was beginning to slow now. “My god, Randall. You’re an animal! A sexy, sexy, incredible animal. I love it!” I turned my head toward Randall and shifted myself onto my side, mirroring Randall’s position. “Look! You’ve even got some sexy animal fur on your chest.” I reached my hand to him and ran my fingers through the hair on his chest. Randall smiled warmly at me.