Our Little Secret

(Inspired by a Literotica private message.)

She loves to ride me like a bull,
But not the ride you think.
Her rides give me a good facefull.
From her I love to drink.

Now how about a ride-along,
Then you'll know what I see.
I will show you how wild and strong,
A rider she can be.

We had been dancing at the bar,
Doing the bump and grind.
We may have gone a bit too far.
The bouncer was not kind.

As soon as I opened the door,
When we arrived back home,
She threw me down right to the floor,
To cover me in foam.

Now I don't mind being on the floor,
It's better than the bed.
I get to use my muscles more,
To buck back with my head.

We like to play this game you know,
It's our little secret.
We play like it's the rodeo,
And we both place our bets.

She's the rider and I'm the bull,
We see who taps out first.
The ride begins with buzzer's pull,
Then see who makes out worst.

If I can buck her off my face,
Toppling to the floor,
Then I will finish in first place,
And she becomes my whore.

If she can overcome my face,
Unable to take more,
Then she will finish in first place,
And I become her whore.

And so she squatted over me,
Still randy from our dance.
I knew this rodeo would be,
Far rougher than a prance.

Now when we start we're in the chute,
Where she gets to straddle,
Get her stance, give me a boot,
And sit on her saddle.

I should say she doesn't just sit,
She wiggles herself on.
She needs to lubricate her slit,
Before we get it on.

When she's ready she hollars "Buzz,"
And out the gate we shoot.
She becomes a flurry of fuzz,
And I become a coot.

She rubs her pussy to an fro,
And all around my face.
She presses harder as she goes,
While speeding up her pace.

I press into her wet kitty,
And give ferocious licks,
For her I do not take pity,
I'm here to get my kicks.

She rubs my lips, my tongue, my nose,
And tries to block my air,
For her, this is anything goes,
For me she has no care.

For me, my strategy is this,
I first go for her clit.
If it hurts, I don't give a piss.
You see it makes her flit.

I'll use my chin, my mouth, my nose,
Whatever I can use.
For me, too, it's anything goes,
And she can take abuse.

When she gets up to her full stride,
In the heat of battle,
She likes to make a forward slide,
Further up her saddle.

She'll slide her taint over my chin,
And way up past my nose.
She thinks that she can gain her win,
With her tight puckered rose.

I try to moan out my distaste,
As my tongue prods and pokes.
I like to trick her in her haste,
So I get in more strokes.

Another trick she tries to play,
Is squeeze me with her thighs.
She likes to take my moves away,
So she can win her prize.

I must admit, it's a good trick,
I can't move in or out,
All I can do, is give good licks,
So she thrashes about.

We really are quite lecherous,
Trying to win our whore,
But if it gets too dangerous,
I tap three times the floor.

As our ride continues to rage,
She starts getting wetter.
Neither one has the advantage.
The wetter the better.

The whole ride she's pleasing herself,
She's building her release.
Likewise I try to please myself,
To make her flow increase.

The bigger I can make her load,
The happier I get.
And if I get her to explode,
I might just win the bet.

The same of her it can be said,
She loves to go to town.
The more she can squirt on my head,
The better chance I'll drown.

I won't tell you who won this ride,
And don't call me a tease.
There are winners on both sides.
We both just like to please.

The rodeo is just our way,
Of having naughty fun.
But it's our little secret,
So don't tell anyone.