Sally Needham was the #1 Champion Barrel-Racer in the R.C.A. (Rodeo Cowboys Association) finals, going into the World Championships at The Cow Palace, in San Francisco, this year. But what Sally was really interested in, was the cute and hot cowgirls on the circuit, as well as their well-hung boyfriends. Sally loved hitting the hot bars and nightclubs in San Francisco, after picking-up a good-looking girlfriend or two at the rodeo. In their outrageously-tight jeans and half-un-snapped, snap-button shirts, they had no trouble attracting good-looking cowboys, and picked-over them until they found the best-equipped guys, with bulging packages in their tight Levis. Sally’s friends were mostly lesbians, but enjoyed peppering-up their evenings, taking-home a couple of big-cocked studs, for naughty fun-and-games. She loved watching their reactions as the girls made-out, and gave themselves a good going-over with their toys and strap-ons, often rubbing their big dildos, against the guys’ huge cocks, teasing them, comparing their sizes, and squeezing their full balls.

One night, Sally and two of her stunning girlfriends, Debbie and Carol, had particularly good luck, at their favorite club, "The Bimbo Lounge," and homed-in on two guys, who were not-only obviously well-hung, but the girls caught them groping each other’s packages, before they could even get to them! "Ah," Sally whispered to the girls, "We’re in luck! ... Gay Rancheros!" Debbie boldly walked up to them, put her hand on top of theirs’, at the one guy’s crotch, and asked, with a grin, "Is this private-stock, or can we all join-in?"

Jiggs Lightener tipped his cowboy-hat up with his free hand, broke into a big smile, and answered, "Well, howdy, Mam! I’m Jiggs. How’s about a drink? It looks like we’re buyin’!"

His buddy extricated his right hand from the collection at his crotch, stuck it out at Debbie, and added, "Dave Linderman, Odessa, Texas! ‘Pleased to meet ya’, Mam!"

Carol replied, "Sure, we’d be delighted to have a drink with you big boys," as she reached down and ran her hand up and down Jiggs’ sizeable boner, while Debbie checked-out Dave’s bulging goods.

Dave hastily offered, "Now don’t you girls get us wrong, here. I was just holdin’ my friend’s nuts, ‘cause they got pretty mashed-up in the bull-riding this afternoon. And I was just commiseratin’ with my pal, Jiggs, here, after I seen how busted-up they looked in the locker-room. He musta’ left his jock-cup at his girlfriend’s last night."

"Oh, we understand," exclaimed Sally, glancing at the other two girls, with a nod and a mock-wink. "Speaking of balls, we’re gettin’ mighty thirsty. Let’s have some high-balls, on the rocks, and make ‘em doubles! It’ll help, with all your – er – pain, Jiggs!"

They all knocked-down that set of drinks, and another after that, before Sally suggested, "Hey, let’s grab a cab and high-tail it over to our hotel, The Saint Francis. They gave us a big suite, and there’s plenty of room. Besides, Jiggs, I want to personally check-out, what damage that ole’ bull did to your nuggies!"

"Let’s DO it," both guys agreed, simultaneously, as they paid their tab, headed-out onto Market Street, and hailed a taxi.

As soon as they all got up to the girls’ suite, Sally announced, "OK, let’s get out of these pesky ranch-duds, and get on with the entertainment!" Carol and Debbie sauntered over to their two cowboys, and started unsnapping their Western shirts with one hand, while undoing their trophy-buckle belts and Levis with the other. Once the guys’ big cocks loomed into sight, the girls dove down on them, sucking them deep into their eager throats, as they slipped out of their own clothes. As usual, they were not burdened by any underwear!

Jiggs pointed-out to Debbie, "Take it easy on those nuts. See, one of ‘em’s busted, from the bull-ridin’, and it hurts pretty-bad." "Wow," replied Debbie, as the other two girls came over to see his popped testicle. "You ought to go to a doctor, and get this cut-out," Debbie continued, as her fingers worked the mush of his right ball, in his scrotum.

Sally added, "It doesn’t seem to affect your getting your big cock up!," as she gripped his fully-erect penis, and licked the head. "You gotta have a twelve-incher here, young man!"

Dave hastily added, "TEN-incher, Sal.... I’ve got the twelve-incher!"

"Well, excuuuuse me, ... so you do!," admired Sally, as Dave pulled his huge prick out of Carol’s mouth, and walked over and held his cock next to Jiggs’, so the girls could compare the two. As the two gents faced each other, Debbie pressed the two rigid peckers together. "You’re right!," observed Sally. "Still, there’s plenty of gorgeous meat there for all of us. Let’s see you both rub your lovely big dicks together, do you mind?"

"Mind?," responded Dave. "I think it’s safe to say, we all seem to be pretty bi-sexual here, don’t you? We do this all the time, when we’re not fucking each other."

"Oh my God!," replied Sally, "That is SO hot!," as she drove two fingers up her shaved, naked pussy. "Listen, I’ve got my little flash-camera in my bag. Would you mind, if we took a few pictures of you two, doing each other? This has always been a fantasy of mine! Then later, we’ll all fuck you! Let’s make a fun evening of it!"

"Cool ass!," answered Jiggs, as they stroked each other’s rampantly-erect cocks, which were already beginning to drip pre-cum.

"Great!," beamed the girls, as each of them began attacking each other’s erect clits and nipples. "Let’s make this look really Western!," suggested Sally. "How about you both strapping-on a pair of our leather chaps, for the pictures? I always love the way chaps have these big, open holes at the crotch! I fantasize picturing you well-hung, stud cowboys, walking around the rodeo arena, or riding bucking-horses, or bulls, with no jeans on, under your leather chaps, with your big cocks and balls exposed, and flopping-about!"

"Jesus, girl!," interrupted Debbie, "Now that IS hot!" She led Carol over to the couch, and went down on her, her long tongue flicking her girl-friend’s totally-shaved pussy and hard clit. In fact, all three girls’ pussys were completely bald, emphasizing their cute, prominent clits.

Sally got two pairs of their buckskin-leather chaps, and handed them to Dave and Jiggs, with a big grin. Dave looked at Jiggs, whistled, and said, "Well, partner, I think we’ve got ourselves a batch of pretty-kinky honeys tonight, don’t you? I believe we’re going to all have a mighty-fine time here!," as they both adjusted the chaps’ leg-straps and waist-belt, making sure their big, throbbing packages were well-centered, in the cut-out hole, at their crotches. By the time the guys were into their chaps, Sally had her camera in one hand, and her clit in the other. "OK, let me get a couple of pictures of you guys holding your big dicks, and rubbing them together. Cheat towards the camera, a little bit, so we can see every thick inch." Sally shot the hot scene from every angle, even from below, as they stroked their fiercely-erect pricks, and rubbed each- other, with their now-dripping pre-cum, making their straining cock-meat, positively shine in the room-light. "Great! Now, can we see you both, sucking those beauties?," requested Sally.

Dave knelt down in front of Jiggs, gripped Jiggs’ huge penis at the base with one hand, and his tight-butt with the other, and drew the monster tool, into his widely-stretched mouth, and half-way down his throat, in one movement. Jiggs started a rocking, in-and-out motion with his hips, as he tried to ram as much of his massive meat, into his friend’s throat as possible, while Sally snapped-away at the hot scene. Over on the couch, Debbie and Carol alternately watched the proceedings, while fingering each other’s pussies and sucking on each other’s nipples. Jiggs admonished Dave, "Better not squeeze my balls, to get ‘em to shoot, like you usually do, about now! What’s left of ‘em are pretty sore, still."

"No problem," replied Dave. "Let’s get into a sixty-nine, for the pretty lady, and see if we can’t both squirt at the same time. That ought to make a good, hot shot!"

"Well, I GUESS!," hollered Sally, with a big hoot, as she thrust her index-finger up her vagina, and came, herself, in a powerful orgasm, with a veritable river of her juices, running out of her pulsing cunt, and down her legs.

"Hang on, there, Sweetie," observed Jiggs, "We’ve got a long-night ahead of us!" At that point he lay-down on his back on the carpet, as Dave kneeled-down next to him, and straddled his friend’s face, as he fed Jiggs’ huge cock, down his own throat, while Jiggs did likewise, in a classic sixty-nine position. Both Carol and Debbie decided to sit up for THIS, although Carol stuck a purple, vibrating dildo up her cunt, and positioned Debbie in her lap, so she could fondle her girl-friend’s beautiful, full breasts.

Sally was so excited with the guys’ visual prospect, she didn’t know where to shoot first! She took pictures from a little distance away, so she could catch both of their humping bodies, and then moved-in for close-ups, as the two horny cowboys jammed their great, stiff pricks as far as they could, down each other’s gurgling throats. Dave’s huge, hanging, full balls, kept hitting Jiggs’ nose, with each long stroke, as his big, foot-long organ, kept ramming down Jiggs’ throat. At the same time, Sally reached-in, for a super close-up, as Jiggs thrust-up his hips and cock, into Dave’s bobbing mouth, sliding far-down his throat. She moved-down between Jiggs’ wide-spread legs, to shoot his ball-sack, with the one big, remaining testicle banging Dave on the nose, on each up-thrust, while it’s pathetic scrotum-mate, lay in a worthless, mushy lump in the bottom of his nut-sack. The guys continued fucking, deep-down each other’s throats for some time, as the girls watched in fascination, and Sally kept taking pictures, from all angles. Finally they both felt they were ready to cum, and alerted Sally, and the girls, who were ALREADY cumming, as they groaned in pleasure, flogging their running twats.

Jiggs advised, "If you really want to see these dicks squirt, each of you two girls ought to get down here, and squeeze our balls as we cum ... My only remaining one, please!, while Sally takes her pictures. We’ve got a couple of big loads built-up, I guarantee you!" The girls weren’t going to turn-down THAT invitation, as they both came-off their trembling orgasms, and staggered to their feet. Carol pulled the big, purple dildo out of her dripping cunt, and kneeled down by the guys, shoving the wet vibrator, deep-up into Dave’s cute butt.

Sally suggested, " Let me shoot, like three or four positions, as you cum ... I want to see your sperm, bubbling out of each other’s mouths, so don’t squirt it all-the-way-down your throats. Then, maybe you can take turns standing, with the other guy kneeling, getting sprayed in your face and mouth, as Carol and Debbie squeeze your balls. Then, finally, before you run-out of cum, you could jerk-off each other’s big cocks, and pump a couple of nice facials, onto the girls, and into their mouths."

"Christ, THAT sounds hot!," exclaimed Dave and Jiggs, almost simultaneously. "Better get that camera firing, girl, as we’re fixin’ to fire, right now!" Sally started taking close-ups of one blow-job, and then the other, as the fellas pulled their bulging, throbbing pricks out of the other’s mouth, almost to the head of their long, glistening shafts, as they pumped blast-after-blast of hot sperm, into the other’s mouth and throat. The cum began running-out of the corners of their mouths, and was soon bubbling over their lips, as they tried not to swallow it. Eventually Dave got to his feet, as Jiggs kneeled up, swallowed a load, and gripped the base of Dave’s ejaculating cock, directing the spray all over Jiggs’ face, and into his mouth, as Debbie squeezed his full balls in a pulsing rhythm, while Sally shot picture after picture. Carol, seeing Jiggs’ big cock squirting sperm all over the floor, kneeled down, gripped his one testicle, clamped her mouth down over the huge, flared-head of his pulsing prick, and swallowed-down his hot cum. After what seemed-like a couple of minutes, at least, the guys changed position, while the girls clung to, and frantically kept-squeezing their three balls, as Sally took the opportunity to shoot Jiggs’ turn, spraying his continuous load, onto Dave’s face, as soon as Carol released his pumping dong from her teeth. Finally, following Sally’s suggestions, both guys stood side-by-side, and stroked each-other’s still-squirting, monster-pricks onto the girls’ grinning faces and into their open mouths, until their amazing loads finally petered-out, and Carol and Debbie released their spent gonads.

"Jesus!," yelled Sally. "I’m hotter than a two-peckered goat! You folks have all HAD your jollies, while I’ve been shooting pictures like a horny fool! I’m getting OFF, after getting ON ... this couch for a minute! Jiggs and Dave, get yourselves a couple of cold Coors, out of the ice-box! This shouldn’t take long!" Carol pulled her big, purple, still-vibrating dildo, out of Dave’s tight butt, moseyed over to the couch, pulled Sally’s fingers out of her pussy, and replaced them with her nice, big plastic cock, slowly burying it to the hilt, in Sally’s horny, wet cunt. "Oh, God, I KNEW I loved you!" moaned Sally, as her usual, pre-orgasmic goose-bumps arose on her busy arms and full breasts. Her incredibly-stiff nipples, stood-out like Chardonnay wine-corks, as Carol picked up the camera, and fired-off several shots of Sally’s trembling orgasm, while Debbie took over Sally’s dildo-duties, pumping it in and out of her, while twisting it left and right, and sucking her prominent clit, while Sally squeezed her big tits, actually shooting milk out of her throbbing, rock-hard nipples, all over Debbie’s head and back.

"Holy shit!," hollered Jiggs, as the fellas enjoyed their cold beers, and watched the hot scene. "You don’t even see THIS STUFF, on ‘Sex And The City!’"

"You got THAT right!," responded Dave, with eyes as big as saucers! "What, Jiggs, those high school honeys, back home, didn’t carry-on like this, in the back of the ole’ Buick?"

"Are you kiddin’?," acknowledged Jiggs. My humpies spent all their waitressing-money on condoms, and couldn’t even afford new batteries for their vibrators!"

"Well, at least they were fucking!," added Dave, as he watched Sally squirting milk out of her tits, and cum-juice out of her cunt, as she shook in orgasm.

"Right," interjected Jiggs. "Well, when their subscriptions to ‘The Wall Street Journal’ ran-out, what else was there, for them to do!?"

"Well," winked Dave, "you’ve got a point there!"

Carol glanced over at the guys, adding, "Hey, what do you say you guys stop blathering, and come over here, climb out of those silly chaps, and fuck our brains out!?"

"Good idea!," replied both of them, as they un-strapped their leather chaps, from around their still-erect, serious boners. "Who’s first?"

"ME! ... ME!," hollered Debbie and Carol simultaneously. Sally was still gasping, and out-of-breath from her last go-round, and figured she’d referee ... The girls asked Jiggs and Dave to lay-back on the sofa, with their stiff cocks still hard, and waving in the wind! Without further announcement, they strolled-over, facing the guys, and implanted their still-dripping vulvas directly onto the raging hard-ons, relaxed their leg muscles, and slid-down the full ten and twelve-inch lengths of stiff cowboy cock! "Oh God," offered Carol, "I’m in heaven!," as she pumped her tight, horny cunt, up-and-down Dave’s remarkable, thick shaft, shining in it’s stiffness, with the throbbing veins standing-out in high, pulsing relief. Jiggs drove his immense penis to the very bottom of Debbie’s vulnerable vagina, as his single ball hammered her ass-hole with each stroke. They both fucked their hot cuties with slamming force, as the girls squealed with delight, and urged them on, shoving their pussies down to the very roots of their guys’ stiff pricks. As the gents hollered they were cumming, the girls reached back and started squeezing their huge balls, pumping-out great bolts of hot sperm, deep into their quivering cunts, as the girls came at the same time. As they slammed their hot, tight snatches, down on the guys’ huge, squirting pricks, sperm and girlie juices sprayed out of them, in all directions, at each slam, shooting cum all over everyone in close proximity, until they were drenched and ready for the showers!

"Oh, Doctor!," Carol hollered, as she started to recover from her shattering orgasm.

"Wow!," countered Debbie. "For a couple of bi-guys, when you’re asked to fuck two horny gal’s brains-out, you don’t fool-about!"

"Well," responded Jiggs, with a big, boyish grin, "I guess we assumed you were serious!" He moseyed over to the fridge, and fetched a round of coldies for all ... With the toast, "Here’s to everyone’s safe recovery!"

"Sounds cool," responded Jiggs, "So what’s your point?"

"Well, my point is," said Sally, "That most girls, don’t have the strength in their arms and legs to hang-on, while they’re spurring-out a big ole’ saddle-bronc, like you guys do. What if I fitted-out the seat of my bronc-saddle, with a nice, big, real-cock dildo!? I could have a pair of jeans tailored, with an appropriately-sized hole, cut-out in the crotch. Then when I climb-up on the gate of the bucking-chute, and they hand me the halter-rope, I’d settle-down, right onto that big, ole’ dildo! When I got about a foot of THAT into me, there’s no WAY, any saddle-bronc is going to buck me off!"

"Wow! You do have a point there, girl!," countered Dave. "But aren’t there any R.C.A. rules, about how a saddle’s got to be rigged-out?"

"Well, honey," answered Sally, "I checked the rule book, just last week, and, curiously, there’s no mention that a gal, or a GUY, for that matter, can’t have a dildo, screwed-into the seat of their bronc-saddle!"

"Geez," chipped-in Jiggs, "You might start-up a whole new trend! But where would you get this, as you say, ‘real-cock’ dildo?"

"Well, see, here’s where YOU come in, Jiggs!," Sally responded, with a big grin. "See, I read this ad, on-line, where these college girls, have started-up a new company called, ‘Authenticock", where bi-sexual girls bring-in their well-hung boyfriends, or ‘humpies’, as they call ‘em back East, who are willing, for whatever-reason, to forfeit their big cocks and balls to their girlfriends. The college girls chop-off the guy’s package, and then send it off, to be tanned, down in Arizona, someplace, and made into a big strap-on, complete with refillable, squirting balls! Now, isn’t THAT a great idea!? See, Jiggs, I was hoping, that since you’ve got to have what’s left of one of your nuggies, whacked-off ANYWAY, that you might be a real sweetie, and let me have your whole, lovely package! That way, they’d restore your busted nut, to re-join your good one, into a pair of refillable, squirting balls, and I’d have a nice strap-on with your beautiful ten-inch cock, to use on my girl-friends, or you guys, or whoever, and then be able to use your big, always-hard prick, to screw-into my saddle, for the bronc-riding, at all the rodeos! ... What do you think?"

At this point, Jiggs looked a bit startled, and quickly sat-down, while Dave dashed-over to the refrigerator, to get his pal another cold beer. Jiggs and Dave weren’t the ONLY ones startled. Carol and Debbie sat, still naked, on the couch, with their mouths opened. ... Jiggs was first to break the stunned-silence, after chugging-down a good swig of his beer. "Wow! ... Well that’s a new one on ME!"  He thought for a moment, took another pull on his cold beer, and announced, "But you know, I figure, it’s only a matter of time, ‘till one of these ole’ bulls, busts my OTHER nut, and when that happens, I won’t be able to get this prick up anymore, anyway," as he tapped his still partially-erect penis, with the bottom of the beer-bottle.  He gave it a little more thought, broke into a grin, and said, "Hell, I’ll do it, if you promise to do, not-only your girlfriends, but me and Dave, here, whenever we run-into each-other, on the rodeo circuit!"

Sally and the girls broke into a cheer, and started high-fiveing each other, as they all ran over to Jiggs’ chair, to give him a hug. Dave just swallowed the remains of his beer, and shook his head, with a big smile on his face. "Well, I’ll BE!," was all he could say.

Sally announced, "I’ll call these gals at ‘Authenticock’, first-thing in the morning. The ad said that they’d travel for the castrations, if necessary, so, with any luck, they might be able to get out here to San Fran, with their equipment, hopefully by tomorrow night." Then she sauntered over to Dave, wiggling her hips, provocatively, and reached down, grabbing his still-stiff twelve-incher, looked him in the eye, and purred, "And how about THIS beauty, Davie-Baby? Why wait for those mean, ole bulls to bust these pretties all up? With this gorgeous cock, I could have this dildo-outfit make me up, a nice double-ended strap-on, so I’d always have YOUR twelve-inches sunk up my hot twat, while I’m nailing my girlfriends with Jiggs’ big prick! What do you say? I’m sure they’ll reduce the price, if they cut two sets, at the same time! AND, I’d promise you, like I did Jiggs, that I’d do you whenever our paths cross at the rodeos."

"Well," Dave answered, thoughtfully, "I don’t think so! I like fucking too much!"

"Ya, I know," interjected Sally. "But with all the AIDS, and all, going-around, think of all the guys and pussy your big dick would be safely into, when my girlfriends and horny gay guys swap-ends and ball each-other. You’ll get more nookie, than your big cock EVER would, in a lifetime! And don’t forget, you wouldn’t have to worry about some nasty ole’ bull, wrecking your goods! Your beautiful, big dick would ALWAYS be up, and ‘Ready for Freddie’ ... or Frederica ... as the case may be!"

"Well, you’ve got a persuasive way about you, Sal," responded Dave, after giving it some thought for a moment.

Jiggs chipped-in with, "Ah, be a sport, old buddy! Just think, she’ll always have us together, just a cock’s length away! That’ll be cool!"

"Ah, fuck!," Dave replied, "How can I talk you two characters out of it? OK, let’s DO it! The idea of getting all that ASS and pussy is pretty hard to resist! And you’re right, it’s only a matter of time, until one of these ole' bulls, rips my nuts off, anyway!"

"Well EXACTLY!," hollered Sally and the girls, thrilled beyond belief, as they all again danced-around naked, high-fiveing each other, and Dave and Jiggs moseyed-over to get another couple of coldies out of the fridge. Sally announced, soberly, "Just think, both your lovely, big cocks and balls, will probably be in that fridge tomorrow night, chilling along-side the beer!" Both guys immediately choked on the swigs, they’d just swallowed!

The revelers finally crashed in the two bedrooms, and Sally left an early call at the hotel desk. When she awoke, she called the "Authenticock" office, in New York, and got on the line with Sharon, the co-owner and manager. Sally, trembling with excitement, described the situation to her, and asked if she could come out to San Francisco, today, if possible, as the next-day, was the last-day of the rodeo, and everyone would be leaving town. Sharon was equally excited, and said that she and her crew, had a break for a couple of days, with no appointments, and could definitely fly-out today. "Do you want us to bring our nifty genital guillotine," asked Sharon. "Or do you want to chop these cowboy-donors with a castration knife?"

"I don’t know," replied Sally. "I hadn’t really thought about it. Which do you think?"

"Well," Sharon answered, "The guillotine is certainly dramatic, and probably more fun, unless you want to slice-off their pricks and balls, while you’re fucking them, which some girls get a kick out of!"

Either way, we double-band the guys with an elastrator, so there’s hardly any blood-loss, and their packages stay nice and big and hard, like you want them, for your strap-on. Also, if they’re ejaculating a big, last load, after their pricks come-off, it’s neat to see the sperm shooting all-about, out of their urethras, where their big cocks have just departed! Without their penises to direct the spray, it just squirts-out in all directions, which is fun to watch."

"Wow! THAT sounds neat," responded Sally, enthusiastically. "Although my girlfriends and I, drained them both, pretty-well, last night. This one guy, Jiggs, had a rodeo-bull, pop one of his nuts. Will THAT be a problem?"

"Na," offered Sharon, "We pop them every so-often, by mistake, with our thumbs, trying to push the really big, full ones through the little, stretched-out elastrator bands!"

"Oh, I know all about those little, green do-nut thingies," replied Sally. "We’re all ranch-folk, where we have to castrate the calves every year. But, of course, we’re not lookin’, then, to do cocks!"

"Well, you are NOW!" interjected Sharon, with a giggle. "We’ll bring the guillotine AND the knives, and you can make up your minds then, OK? What say you, we meet you all at your hotel ... The Saint Francis, you say? ... at around six O’clock tonight?"

"That’ll be great!," answered Sally. "Oh, I can’t WAIT! It’ll be such fun!"

"It will," responded Sharon. "Just buy ‘em a few beers first, to relax them, and hope they don’t change their minds! This could all get a little expensive, if they decide not to go-through with it, and you end-up with an empty strap-on," she laughed.

"Alright." responded Sally. "Now we need to talk about, what I’m looking for. See, what I’d like, may be a little-complicated. I would like to have a double-ended dildo, made of two real cocks, and positioned onto one of those nifty, four-strap, leather harnesses, like you picture in your ad. That way, when I’m nailing one of my girlfriends, I’m getting a nice, deep, going-over, as well! Furthermore, one of these cocks, has to screw-into the harness, with a short, heavy, half-inch-wide bolt, set-into the base of cock. ‘Cause then, I want to be able unscrew-it, when I’m riding saddle-broncs, and be-able to screw-it into a corresponding, threaded socket, I’ll have built-into the seat of my saddle! I figure, with THAT up my twat, I’ll NEVER get bucked-off!"

"Wow!," exclaimed the startled Sharon. "Totally cool-ass! I’ll call our tanning guys in Phoenix, but I don’t see why they can’t make THAT rig! What a great Idea! We’ll have to start running-ads in ‘The Western Horseman’ magazine, and ‘The Rodeo News’!"

"Exactly!," laughed Sally.

"Well, I’ll call the tanners right now," offered Sharon, "and I’ll have the word for you, when we get to San Fran tonight. ‘Gotta run ... ‘See you later," and she hung up.

Sally smiled, shot her fist in the air, and hollered, "Yes!"

By this time, both Carol and Debbie had dis-entangled themselves from Jiggs and Dave, and were showering. The guys rolled out-of-the-sack, got dressed, and headed for the elevator to get some breakfast, and get-over to The Cow Palace, to see which bulls they’d drawn for today’s events. Everybody said goodby-for-now, and agreed to all meet back here in the room by six, for TONIGHT’S big events!~

A few minutes later, Sally answered the door, and introduced everyone to Sharon, Tracy, and Amanda, the Authenticock crew, as the bell-hop carried-in the boxed-up guillotine and their other equipment. Sally laughed and asked, "Did you have any trouble getting this stuff through security? I mean, what with the knives, the guillotine blade, and all, you must have looked like a bunch of terrorists, for sure!"

"Well, it all went into cargo," Sharon responded, "and I guess it didn’t get x-rayed, or checked. Let’s get it set-up. By the way, Sally, I have good news for you, from our friends in Phoenix! Your ‘multi-use’, shall we say, double-dildo-rig, is a GO!"

"Fabulous!," hollered Sally. "I love you guys!"

While Tracy and Amanda un-boxed the guillotine, and the other goodies, Sharon looked over at the three cowboys, winked at Sally, and whispered, "Cute guys! And judging by the big bulges in their jeans, they’re packin’ some serious freight!"

"You got it!," Sally noted. "Let’s check-out this new, black couple." She strolled over to them, and asked, "How are your beers holding-out? ‘Need a couple of more coldies?" They said "Sure", with a big smile, as Sally got them a couple of fresh ones, from the fridge. "So what’s the story, on you two?"

The stunning-figured, Kenya, spoke first. "Well, Jamal and I have been lovers for a couple of years now, even though I’m basically bi-sexual. I follow him around the rodeo circuit, ‘cause the sex is great, as he’s really hung, and then, he gets a kick out of passing-on to me, the odd groupie, or two, who are forever-trying to get into his Levis!"

Jamal then interrupted, "Ya, it’s been a pretty sweet set-up! But I think it all came to a roaring, screeching halt today! I drew this big ole' Grownie Brothers bull, ‘Wild Side’, which I was happy about, ‘cause he’s a real ornery, showy bull, which I could have really scored-out, some good points on, if I’d ‘a stayed on him the whole eight-seconds! Well, about half-way through the ride, he spun away-from my hand, and tossed me. And then, before the rodeo clowns could get-in between, he stuck his horn, right-into my crotch, and gored-me good! I felt this sharp-pointed horn go right-through my jeans, and hook into my ball-sack! Then, he jerked his big head up, yanking me up by my balls, and shook me over his fuckin’ head, like a flag in a hurricane!"

Kenya then interrupted, "The next thing you knew, that horn actually ripped his nice, big balls off, and you could see the two of them flying into the air, and landing in the dirt, in front of one of the judges!"

Jamal continued, "Finally, the clowns distracted the bull, and a bunch of folks helped me off, to the arena gate, as I was hurtin’ pretty bad. When I passed this one judge, he grinned, and held-out my two nuts to me in his hand, and said only, ‘I believe these are yours!’ Well, at that point, I figured I was in fairly deep caca, sexually. Let Kenya tell you the rest!"

Kenya followed, "Well, awhile after I collected-up my baby’s balls, and stuck them into my change-purse, the story had already gotten around about Sally, talking her two humpies, into giving-up their big cocks, for her double-headed dildo! And I figured, if my sweetie has lost his nice nuggies, he won’t be able to get-up his fabulous, fourteen-inch prick, anymore, to do me with it! So, if he’d be willing to give it to me, as a nice, big strap-on, it wouldn’t be a total loss! So he agreed, and here we are!"

"Amen!," hollered the horny young teen-tart, Tracy. "What a great story! Jamal, you are truly a sport! ... a horny girl’s dream humpy!"

"Well, I figured," responded Jamal, "If this big, black dick ain’t gonna do ME any good, I might as well let my girlfriend, Kenya, have fun with it!"

Kenya gave a cheer for THAT idea, and asked Sharon, whether it was true, what she’d heard, that she could get one last fuck, from her sweetie, Jamal, before his dick got cut-off.

Sharon assured her, "Not only THAT, Kenya, but you can use one of our neat castrating knives, yourself, if you’d like, and cut off his beautiful, big prick as he’s fucking you and coming! How’s THAT!?"

"Jesus! Is THAT hot!," interjected Kenya. "Let’s DO it!"

Since they didn’t have the usual castration bench, the Authenticock girls had rigged up the big coffee-table, in front of the couch, to serve the purpose. They laid a towel on it, and invited Jamal to strip, and lay down on it, on his back. After he did, Tracy slid the first of the tiny, green, rubber castration-bands onto the four prongs of the elastrator.

At this point, the other two "couples", Debbie and Carol, and Jiggs and Dave, put down their beers, and gathered around. "Geez, is this what you’re going to do with US?," asked Jiggs.

"Well, not exactly," answered Sharon. "We figured we’d dock you guys with our neat guillotine. Whereas Kenya, here, wants Jamal to lose his dick, during his last fuck!"

"Hey," responded Dave, "‘works for me!"

"Great!," said Tracy. "OK, now, Kenya, I need you to suck on his lovely, big prick ‘till he’s as hard as he can get. And from the way that beauty looks now, already waving in the air, it won’t take a lot of work!"

"You got it!," responded Kenya, as she grabbed his massive fourteen-incher, with both hands, and popped the huge, black head into her mouth.

Tracy, predictably started getting wet between her legs, as she enviously watched Kenya, putting-away that huge head, and what must have been six or eight inches of his stiffening shaft. "Jesus, you’re lucky that nasty bull didn’t rip THAT off, when he took Jamal’s balls!"

"Tell me about it!," Kenya eventually replied, as she withdrew her dripping mouth, from the now fully-erect, glistening penis. "OK, girls, this baby’s UP! Let’s DO it!"

By this time, everyone was totally-hot and naked. Debbie and Carol were working Jiggs’ and Dave’s impressive erections. Sally had her camera already clicking. And Tracy and Sharon were trying to shove Jamal’s truly formidable cock-head through the fully-stretched elastrator band, which was a real effort! Tracy scooped some pre-cum, from the tip of his prick, and smeared it, all-around his huge glans, as Sharon squeezed the handles of the tool open, with one hand, and wiggled the shining head back and forth, with the other. Finally, they managed to get the tight band over the whole head, and down onto the thick shaft. "Now it gets a little easier," exclaimed the randy Tracy, as she bent-down and started licking the incredibly-stiff shaft, while holding the base of his prick with one hand, and squeezing her clit with the other. Sharon was then able to push the band, down the entire length of his shaft, to the base. At that point, she released the tool’s handles, and the tight band compressed the four prongs into his cock.

Sharon glanced at Kenya, announcing, "OK, now I’m going to press these prongs all the way down, to the very root of this huge dick, to get the skin maximally-stiff and stretched. When it’s really shining, Kenya, use one of your long finger-nails, to pop the band off the end of the prongs, and into his doomed cock-meat."

Jamal interjected, "DOOMED? That sounds ominous!"

As Kenya succeeded in popping the band off the tool, Sharon answered, with a grin, "That IS ominous! Look at your beautiful, long, shining prick now! Even if your girlfriend wasn’t going to slice it off you, it would be dead, purple, and cold in an hour, without your blood circulating!"

Tracy, as well the other girls, were, by now, giving their dripping pussies, a pretty-good flogging. Sharon had a problem trying to get Tracy’s attention back to the job at hand. "Alright, let’s get the second band on him, and get this show on the road," said Sharon.

As she and Tracy worked to get the second band over his glans, and down his shaft, made even more difficult now, due to the increased swelling of the thick cock, Kenya asked, "Why do you need two bands?"

Tracy responded, "The first band stays-on, what little there is left, of the root of his dick, so he won’t bleed-out. While the second, keeps his beautiful prick nice and big and hard, as the blood will stay in it! You did want it big and hard, for your real-cock strap-on, didn’t you?"

"You bet!," quickly responded Kenya, as Sharon managed to get the second band, all the way down his thick shaft, leaving a quarter-inch cutting-channel, for the knife.

Tracy advised Kenya, "OK, sweetie, He’s all yours! Have at him!," as her hand went back to her hot pussy, and she slid three fingers inside. As Kenya mounted the coffee table, and positioned her dripping twat directly over the huge, flared head of Jamal’s throbbing prick, Tracy used her free hand to grip the swollen shaft, and position the huge head, directly into Kenya’s eager vulva. Immediately she started the long journey, down the fourteen-inches of the great penis, as she and Jamal both had big grins on their faces. Savoring every thick-inch, she finally came to a halt at the very root of his mighty weapon, and started pumping her stuffed, wet cunt up-and-down his nearly-bursting girth.

Debbie, who, with Carol, was in the initial throes of orgasm, pumped herself up-and-down on Dave’s giant prick, and choked out, "Christ, Kenya, he must be up in your uterus!"

"Every bit of THAT!," hollered Kenya, as she squeezed her big, hard nipples with both hands, and started to cum. She began shaking as she came, with sweat and goose-bumps breaking-out on her beautiful, shining, black skin. "Oh, my God ... Oh, my God, she moaned over and over, as her quivering vagina milked Jamal’s thrusting cock, and poured-out her hot juices. Just as she started coming-down from her trembling orgasm, her contracting cunt, sent Jamal off to the races, and he hollered, that HE was coming!

Tracy too, had just cum, but had enough composure to alert Kenya, "OK, sista’, heads-up now. It’s SHOW TIME!," as she handed Kenya one of the lethally-sharp, pearl-handled castrating knives. "As soon as you feel him shooting into your cunt, just fit this curve-bladed knife right to the root of his big cock, between the two, little green bands. But be careful! This baby is unbelievably sharp! And you’d better lean back a little bit, so you don’t cut your cute clit off, at the same time! Some of our girls have DONE that!"

With breathless excitement, Kenya asked Tracy, "Should I saw it off, back and forth, like I was cutting a thick steak?"

"Well, sweetie," Tracy replied, "You can ... But I always think it’s much more dramatic, if you rip the blade up in one motion, slicing his big prick off, with real style! Your cunt’s going to hold it firmly in place, anyway, so you don’t have to worry about that. Then when you’ve got it off, it’ll still be deep, up your vagina, and you can scootch-down his legs a-ways, so we can all watch the hot sperm shooting out of his urethra-hole, where his pretty cock just departed!"

"JESUS, THAT sounds hot," gasped Kenya. "Oh-my-God ... I can feel him shooting! ... He’s pumping me full of cum! OK, baby," she grinned, as she looked Jamal in the eyes. "It was sure fun while it lasted! I’m going to miss this beauty!"

"Miss it?," interjected Sharon, as Sally readied her camera for the triumphal shot. "We’ll have it back to you, in a couple of weeks, mounted in your strap-on, where it’ll always be ready, and hard as it is now, complete with a new set of squirtable balls!

"That’s true, honey," added Jamal, as he continued pumping blast after blast of his hot cum into her. "Do it!!!"

Kenya took a deep breath, leaned back, gripped the pearl handle, in her strong right hand, and yanked the knife straight-up through his heavy, pulsing cock-meat. It severed his huge prick in one pull, as the knife flew into the air. Sally timed her camera shot perfectly, as the cock came off, and Kenya waved the bloody knife triumphantly over her head, and screamed, "GOT IT!" Everyone cheered, including Jamal, as Tracy pulled Kenya’s cute butt, a foot, or so, down from his still-squirting, dick-less crotch. The pumping sperm, with no penis to direct the flow, shot out in all directions, drenching everybody within range with hot cum. The supply seemed endless, as gouts of his cream, almost rhythmically squirted from his vacant groin and into the air. "How can he shoot that out, when he’s got the band around that little stump, where his dick was?," asked Kenya, as she gripped the base of his still-imbedded cock, pumping it in-and-out of her running pussy.

Tracy, getting-off watching her, replied, "I hate to get technical, with my fingers up my cunt, but the idea is, the band holds back the blood of the spongy tissue, because the blood pressure isn’t that strong. While, his urethra, located in the center of his penis, has the strong and more powerful groin and prostate muscles working, so it allows the semen to push on through."

"Cool!," offered Kenya, ‘Works for ME! And it is quite a sight!" Finally the bolts of sperm lessened, as he ran-out of the last of his cum. The crowd sat exhausted, as Sally put down her camera, and announced, "Hey! What we kids need, are some cold beers!" Everyone cheered that idea, and stood, to go straighten-up. Carol and Debbie both headed for the bathroom, with cowboy sperm running out of their pussies. Tracy finished her orgasm, as Sharon pulled Jamal’s severed prick out of Kenya’s wet snatch, with an audible "pop". The nurse, Amanda, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, getting-off on the scene, came over and led Jamal to the other bathroom, to be sutured-up.

Dave looked nervously at Jiggs, and asked, "Are we sure, we really want to DO this?"

Sally immediately pressed another cold beer into their hands, figuring this was coming. "Not only are you SURE!," she offered, "But I’d like to snap another few shots of you two, sucking each other’s cocks, for the last time, before you lose ‘em, to my nice double-dildo strap-on! The pictures will be neat for your rodeo memory-book, and could make great Christmas cards!"

Jiggs chuckled at THAT one, and said, "Well, you’ve got a point!

And besides, Darlin’ how could we go back on our word, after you’ve gone to the trouble of getting us all these nice, cold Coors!"

"Well, there you are, guys," piped-in the ever-horny, teen-age tart, Tracy. "You had me worried there for a second! OK, let’s get you two banded, before we run-out-of those coldies! Then Sally can get her photos of you guys, giving each other your last blow-jobs, before ‘Old Gilly’ there, chops those beauties off! She indicated to them to sit down on the coffee-table, as Sharon slid the first, tiny green band onto the prongs of the elastrator, compressed the blue-plastic handles and aimed it to the head of Dave’s already-hard, twelve-inch prick. "You’ve got the biggest whanger, by an inch or two," complimented Tracy, as she gripped it at mid-shaft to steady-it for Sharon. The head was so big and thick, that they had their usual trouble with the tight band. But, also as usual, Tracy came to the rescue with smiling relish, as she moved the tool away, plunged her mouth down on the huge prick-head, and bit into it, with her sharp teeth.

"Yikes!,", hollered Jamal, with the pain.

Kenya piped-up, "Hey, sista! Don’t bite that thing off! That won’t look too-nice in my strap-on!"

Tracy withdrew her teeth, and raised her head, leaving a distinct bite-mark, and two fine-lines of blood. "Not to worry! We do this all the time, when their big cock-heads, are too large for the banding tool. It takes just enough steam out of their hose, to get the band over that big, flared glans, and down onto their shafts." Then Tracy put her mouth down again, on Jamal’s prick, lathering it with spit, and taking the big head, and half his stiff shaft, down her young throat. After what must have been a half-a-minute, she slowly withdrew her mouth, with her eyes watering, handed the glistening penis to Sharon, and whispered, "Umm, yummy ... Do him!" And she did! The girls managed to get both of Dave’s cock and balls double-banded, and then turned to Jiggs. His ten-incher posed a little-less problem than Dave’s now bulging, shiny weapon. And when she got to his lone ball, she giggled, and said, "Well THIS has got to be, the easiest nutting, I’ve ever had to do!"

Sally asked, as she shot pictures of the procedure, "You’re only seventeen! How much ‘nutting’ have you done?"

"Oh you’d be surprised!," answered Tracy. "I’ve been with ‘Authenticock’ from day one. We’re chopping guys ‘most every day! I must have castrated a couple of hundred ‘donors’! I LOVE it! There’s nothing like pulling on a guy’s precious jewels, he’s so proud of, and having them come-off in you hand when the guillotine blade or a sharp knife slices them off. It’s HOT! I really get-off on it! ‘Sure beats the office-temp job, I used to have at Kelly Services! I mean, where else, can a horny, seventeen-year-old girl, get fucked three or four times a day, by big, beautiful cocks, that you then get the thrill of chopping-off, and still get PAID for it!?"

"Ah ... Miss Tracy," Sharon interrupted, "If you’re finished with your story, do you think we could get on with this? It’s getting late!"

"Oh ... ‘sorrrrry!" she cutely apologized, and announced, "Alright, guys, Let’s get-on with these blow-jobs!" Which they did!

The fully-banded cowboys turned to each other, still on the coffee-table, and kissed each other passionately. The skin on their tightly-banded penises, was so stretched and tight, that their beautiful organs absolutely gleamed in the room-light. When one of Sally’s camera flashes would go-off, you could see the prominent, bulging veins of their cock and ball skin, standing out in high-relief, with their blood’s futile attempt to bring nourishing oxygen, to the doomed packages. Soon the guys got into a sixty-nine position, and inhaled each other’s huge organs down their throats, as far as it seemed they could fit. But still, with every passing minute, the massive, gleaming cocks, seemed to gain ever-more purchase, until they were finally buried to the hilt, on every stroke.

Tracy was so hot, she was shaking with the start of yet another powerful orgasm, as she sat on a chair, with one hand practically out-of-sight, up her dripping twat, and the other, twisting her nipples so hard, Amanda warned her, she was afraid she might twist them right-off, to where she’d have more suturing to do!

Carol and Debbie saw the boys were getting ready to cum, and moseyed-over to the coffee-table to get ready to squeeze their nuts when they started shooting, while Sally continued snapping-away. Within a minute the fellas started groaning in their climaxes, shooting their powerful jets of cum, down each other’s throats. The girls took their cue, reaching down to the guy’s balls (or in Jiggs’ case, ‘ball’), and began squeezing them, in a rhythmic-timing, helping them pump the huge quantities of hot sperm, down their thirsty gullets. With only one testicle, Jiggs finished first, and rolled-off, onto the floor, in exhaustion. When Tracy saw Carol squeezing Dave’s big balls with one hand, while now pumping his immense prick, with the other, she leaped from her chair, ran other to Dave’s fountaining cock, squatted over it, and dropped her juicy, young snatch, down over the exploding head, sliding the entire twelve-inch length to the depths of her teen-age cunt, with a glance at the startled Carol, and a holler, "Can’t waste it!" Tracy came again and again, as she felt the hot bolts of sperm, blasting into the depths of her tight, young vagina, and Carol continued squeezing his fully-packed nuts, and shooting the seemingly-endless load, of what would be, the last of his sperm, into the very uterus of the horny teen. Finally, the well seemed to run-dry, and the last of his hot cum was finished. When Tracy reluctantly lifted herself off of him, his huge, rock-hard prick popped out of her little cunt, releasing a veritable river of his sperm and her pussy-juices, which poured out of her vagina, and down her legs, onto the carpet. She jammed her fist into the air, with a big grin, and yelled, "Well, it’s a damn good thing, I’m not wearing cowboy boots, ‘else I’d sure be sloshin’ around here now!"

THAT broke everybody up, and Sharon began to call the ensemble over to the guillotine, with a look to her watch. "Well THAT was sure hot, but let’s get this little shin-dig crankin’ here! Ole ‘Gilly’ has got some choppin’ to do! Sally, let’s go in order, by size. Lead your pal Jiggs over to the guillotine by his cock, and get him strapped into it." Tracy pulled on the drop-cord, raising the heavy, gleaming-chrome, angled-blade, to the top of the vertical channels, where Sharon secured the cord, to the hair-trigger mechanism, at the top cross-bar. Then Tracy reached through, and pulled Jiggs’ big purple, and chilling, banded cock and lone ball, through the opening, nesting the package into the bottom, half-holed block, to where the tiny, tight bands, lined up with the chopping-groove. She then fitted the upper, half-holed cut-out block, down onto the top of his huge prick, and secured it, tightly, with two, little pegs on the side, making him unable to move forward or backward, lest he flinch, when the blade dropped. She then tied a small stretch cord, just behind the flared ridge of his shiny, chilling cock-head, stretching his massive package out, ‘till Sharon indicated that the cutting-channel, between the two bands, was perfectly lined-up, with the chopping groove. Whereupon, Tracy secured the stretch-cord with a couple of figure-eights around the cleat, on the base of the foot block, and placed the nice, little wicker-basket, at the bottom of the slanted ramp, for his goodies to roll-into.

"OK, Sally," Tracy said cheerfully, with her usual big grin, "Your hunky cowboy is ‘Ready For Freddie!’ Any last words for him, before you slice-off these beauties?"

Sally was absolutely jumping with excitement. "Would you mind shooting my camera, Tracy? I think I’m too excited to hold it still!" "Sure," volunteered Tracy, as she handed Sally the trip-cord. "Say good-bye to these babies, Jiggs," smiled Sally. "I can’t WAIT to get ‘em into my nice strap-on! The next time you see this scrotum, sweetie, it’ll be packin’ two full balls, once-again, ready for this beautiful dick, to pump a huge load, into one of my girlfriends, or even YOU guys, as I promised!" With that, she grinned, and yanked the trip-cord, sending the twenty-pound, shining blade on its two-second journey into the top of Jiggs’ equally-shining cock-meat. The thick, hard, flesh was no match for the fiercely-sharp blade, as the firm muscles and tendons, veins and arteries, the still-full urethra, packed with sperm, and finally the bottom, hard tissues of his doomed cock, and ball-sack, split-open like a red-meated watermelon, as the big blade crashed-into it’s stop-block with a thud! Everyone, except Jiggs, gave out a big cheer, and started applauding, as they watched the massive package wiggle for a moment, finally topple-over, and slide-down, into the waiting basket. Tracy was shooting pictures like mad, as Sally plucked the huge, quivering prick, and still-attached single-testicle, out of the basket, aimed the head towards her naked pussy, and drove it into the depths of her dripping sex, with one thrust, as she swooned in ecstacy, and stumbled-backwards onto the coffee-table, continuously pumping the massive prick, in and out of her gushing twat, by his lone ball.

"Brother, you folks don’t fool-about!," admired the ever-horny Tracy. "This has got to be the neatest road-gig I’ve been on, since The Wedding Party, and The Gelding Reception! I thought rodeo-people were only interested in horses and cows! Wow! I love it! You guys are really into rammin’ and jammin’ hot sex! What could be more fun!?"

Before the enthusiastic teen-tart could launch into another discourse, Sharon asked her to un-strap what was left-of Jiggs, as Nurse Amanda led him off to the john, to be sutured-up. She asked Sally to stick his package into the fridge, after she was finished sticking it up her snatch, and then requested Tracy to lead Dave into the guillotine by his massive, twelve-inch, waving boner.

"Ah, a labor of love!," quipped the smiling teen, as she gripped his huge, almost-cold, shining prick at mid-shaft, led him into the guillotine with it, and strapped him in. She and Sharon worked quickly together, to pull the chopping blade up into place, get his fabulous equipment into the holding blocks, and stretched-out, and ready for Sally to fix. 

Sally came-down from her rutting-climax, and saw they were ready for her, over at the guillotine. She walked-over to Dave, a little unsteady on her feet, pulled Jiggs’ now-warm cock out of her dripping, hot cunt, and offered-it-up to Dave’s lips. "Want to taste your big humpy for the last time?," she asked. He opened his mouth, and she thrust Jiggs’ thick prick into it, with a big smile. She worked it in-and-out, twisting it left-and-right at the same time, and jamming it down his throat, until he started to choke on it. "Too bad there’s no sperm left, to squirt into your belly!," offered Sally. She suddenly started worrying that she might shove the whole works in too-far, in her enthusiasm, and lose it down his throat! So she pulled it out, and laid it down, next to Dave’s doomed cock, as the grinning Tracy, offered her the trip cord, with the words, "Your crop is ready for harvesting!"

Sally was so excited, she could hardly speak, but managed to get-out, "You know, Dave, if it wasn’t for my wonderful strap-on, it would be almost a shame, to chop-off this gorgeous example of a penis! Look how fabulously-shiny, and long and thick it is, all so rock-hard and pulsing, with those lovely, big, protruding veins sticking-out, that are going to give the lining of my vagina, such a workout! And look at these huge, bulging nuts, that hold so much delicious sperm in them, just sitting there, under your stiff dick, just waiting to be lopped-off, and land in that cute basket! Like the sign says, ‘Our Basket Waits For Your Basket!’... Well, not anymore, honey!"..... She yanked hard on the trip-cord, and started the heavy chopping-blade on its short passage, to his pulsing cock and balls. After making contact with the now-purple, top-edge of his glorious prick, the sharp blade made short-work of his three-inch-thick cock-meat, and humongeous ball-sack, as it thudded to a halt, on the well-grooved stop-block, which had claimed so many other big beauties. Again, the huge package quivered for a moment, while the whole crowd watched breathlessly, as if the blade had missed. Soon, a thin circle of red appeared between the two little, green bands, and the gigantic penis tumbled-over, severed-cleanly at the very root, sliding down the ramp and into the waiting basket, it’s weight, pulling the huge balls, behind it. The whole gang went into loud, whoops of excitement, enthusiastic high-fives, and a mad-dash to the fridge for the last of the cold Coors! Sharon picked up both of the enormous packages from the guillotine, and deposited them into the ice-box, after the beer was evacuated, while the ever-efficient Nurse Amanda, trotted Dave off, to be properly-sutured.

After getting dressed, and having lots of chit-chat, exchanges of addresses and cell-phone numbers, Carol and Debbie headed for the elevators with the pained donors, Jiggs and Dave, after Amanda was done with Dave. Sharon presented Sally with the bill for Fifty-Eight hundred dollars, which included their travel and hotel expenses, and pre-payments for the leather strap-ons, the real-cock dildo work, as well as Kenya and Jamal’s costs for her strap-on. "I’ve given you a thirty-percent discount on the material costs, as we cut three gents, at the same time," expressed Sharon.

"Fair enough!," countered Sally, "And we’ve waived the cabaret-entertainment tax," she said with a giggle, as she wrote out a check for her share, and Kenya also paid for her portion. Everyone hugged each other, and Sharon told them about the shipping arrangements, which, she said would happen in ten-days to two-weeks, after she got the iced-down, little Igloo-cooler off to Phoenix, first-thing in the morning, when they all went to the airport.

"Well, I don’t know when we’ve had more fun," said Tracy. You’ve made me a genuine rodeo fan! And this bull-riding, is clearly, really GREAT for business! Let me know if you come to Madison Square Garden, with your real-cock, dildo-mounted, bronc-riding saddle! We can’t wait! I can just see the headlines in the tabloids and the sports-news now, as they run your bio ... "Rodeo Sal, Is a Gelding Gal!"