Anal Lesbian Pterodactyl Rodeo - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

time to trot out a classic tingler for the buckaroos. this one is not too old but i will say in few years it has been around old chuck has always had affinity for this story probably because words PTERODACTYL and RODEO give me a pleasant feeling just looking at them. dang what a nice way that soothes my brain they are just such nice words in visual and spoken sense doesnt even matter what they mean really, and i enjoy the way they sound next to each other even more.

this story is interesting because had the idea for a while (as i will write about ALL THINGS the anal lesbian pterodactyl rodeo is bound to come up eventually) but did not really want to write because chuck is a STAUNCH VEGETARIAN. i understand rodeo is important to some but i just do not like the way the animals are treated so i did not want to promote this despite the good idea. problem is cowboys and cowladies and cowtheys are just TOO DANG HOT TO HANDLE could not deny the attraction to this fun subject and finally had an idea: what about MECHANICAL BULLS?

so that is how i finally came to terms with this idea. just gave it a little science fiction spin in a world where mechanical bull technology has gotten to the point where they have dang neat mechanical bulls that you could hardly tell the difference. then i had the space to talk about SOMETHING ELSE and discuss another moral which is to not look down your dang nose at people who live a different trot than you and learning to appreciate something new.

anyway ended up liking this tingler a lot i hope you do to buckaroos

Jasmine is a big city girl who’s been dragged out to the rodeo for a friend’s birthday party, and she’s having trouble fitting in with the country lifestyle. When Jasmine meets a beautiful pterodactyl named Rimbler, however, she lets down her guard to talk a little trash on the festivities.

Unfortunately, Jasmine only ends up embarrassing herself in front of one of the world’s greatest mechanical bull riders.

After the rodeo, Jasmine and Rimbler meet again at a nearby milk bar, offering Jasmine a chance to apologize. Soon enough, the apology turns erotic in a hardcore lesbian encounter that proves this sexy dinosaur can ride more than just mechanical bulls.

This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling human on lesbian pterodactyl action and rodeo dinosaur love.

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ANAL LESBIAN PETRODACTYL RODEO

By Chuck Tingle

When I was younger, I felt like I could find fun and enjoyment in almost anything. Even activities that were excruciatingly boring could be transformed into a game to pass the time. The more time goes by, however, the more I’m starting to realize the importance of time itself.

Every evening spent doing something I’m not happy about is an evening that I’ll never get back.

Still, I’m trying to remain pleasant as our car full of ladies heads farther and farther out of town, cruising down the freeway as we laugh and chat together. This part of the trip is wonderful, and I wouldn’t change it for the world, but that activity that Kelly has chosen for her birthday celebration is still putting me in a place of genuine confusion.

“I didn’t know you were a fan of… rodeos,” I offer from my place in the passenger seat, glancing over at my friend while the rest of the ladies carry on in the seats behind us.

Kelly laughs. “I mean… I’m not. Not yet, anyway. I just saw they were holding one a few hours outside town on my birthday and thought it would be a fun thing to do.”

I admire her adventurous spirit, I really do, and it reminds me of the days when I’d have been just as excited. I need to remember this moment and draw from it tonight; to make sure I stay smiling and upbeat during the birthday festivities, regardless of how I feel about them.

It’s only now that I even realize I’m not totally sure what a rodeo is. I know there are clowns, and people riding on horses, but that’s about it. Maybe that’s all there is to know.

Like the rest of the ladies, I’ve dressed up in my best cowgirl gear, throwing together an outfit that features plenty of denim, as well as some killer boots and a great looking wide brimmed hat on top. I have to admit that the look is kind of fun, but I’m still growing physically uncomfortable in this attire.

I shift a few times in my seat, trying my best to chill out but failing hard. Finally, I just have to ask. “How much longer is it?”

“Almost there,” Kelly informs me.

She’s smiling as she says this, but I can tell she’s a little disappointed by what a stick in the mud I’m being.

This is my warning, my internal compass pinging hard and telling me to pull it together. Tonight is a special evening for my friend, not some grand moment for me to act like a selfish asshole. It’s just one night, after all, and while I’d much rather be sitting on my couch with a cold glass of chocolate milk watching my shows, I should be able to manage the country lifestyle for a few more hours.

Eventually, we pull off the freeway and join a long line of cars that are slowly creeping towards the arena parking lot. I’m utterly shocked by the amount of fans here, realizing now that the rodeo is a much bigger deal than I was aware of.

“Do you think these are all people from the city like us?” I question.

“Some city folk, some from right around here,” Kelly offers. “The audience is a lot more broad than you’d think.”

“I guess so,” I admit.

Eventually, we pull into our stop and climb out, our gang of birthday revelers joining in with the rest of the crowd as we swarm the entrances of this enormous fairground arena. The place is much more of a spectacle than I expected it to be, with all kinds of food and snacks available, as well as a small assortment of vendors selling their wares.

The second I pass through the turnstile I’m accosted by a man trying to sell me a beautifully hand-crafted belt buckle, who I eventually turn down but not before checking out the rest of his collection.

Next to this booth is a pen for one of the bulls, an enormous creature that looks exactly like a real flesh and blood animal. Of course, it’s been years since rodeos used living bulls for their show, opting instead to build their own. This wasn’t due to any concern for the health and safety of the animals, unfortunately, but rather so the riders could keep themselves from getting killed.

Still, the fact that real animals aren’t being put through this horrifying ordeal is a worthwhile bonus. I don’t know if I would’ve made it out here otherwise, regardless of whose birthday it is.

I stroll over to the enormous mechanical bull and put my hand against its side, taking note of the incredibly lifelike movements every time it breathes. Although, I suppose breathesis probably not the right word.

“She’s a beauty, huh?” comes a voice next to me.

I turn to see a beautiful pterodactyl in a cowboy hat, the woman leaning up casually against the robotic creature as she smiles my way. Immediately, I pull my hand back, not wanting to cause any trouble by touching a piece of equipment that’s not mine.

“Yeah, it’s really nice they don’t use real bulls anymore,” I reply, still reeling from the incredible beauty of the dinosaur that stands before me. I begin to stumble over my words as I attempt to make conversation, looking for any way to seem cool and collected. “It’s about the only thing I like about this place,” I blurt.

“Oh yeah?” the pterodactyl replies, raising her eyebrows a bit. I’m not sure if her expression is one of disagreement or encouragement, but the slight smirk on her face causes me to take my chances and keep going.

“It’s just really far out of town. Who even lives out here? And don’t they have anything better to do? I just find the whole thing kind of boring. I can deal with sports that have balls and nets and all that, but a sport where you just sit on top of something? How hard is that, really?”

The dinosaur just continues to grin at me, and suddenly I feel quite awkward.

“How’d you get dragged out here?” I finally ask, breaking the silence.

“I’m riding this bull,” she replies, completely straight faced. “Just getting him tuned up before I head out there.”

I stare at the dinosaur for a moment, then break out in an awkward chuckle as I struggle to course correct. This is definitely one of those cases where I’ve assumed everyone else is on the same page I am, when this couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Of course she’s legitimately here to enjoy the rodeo, and it’s just my luck this breathtaking dinosaur is actually a participant.

Before the awkwardness has a chance to blossom even more brilliantly than it already has, a man runs out of a long cement hallway nearby.

“Rimbler!” he yells over, catching the pterodactyl’s attention.

“Yeah!” she calls back. “You ready for me?”

“It’s time to get down there,” he replies, then turns and heads back into the tunnel from which he came.

The dinosaur picks up a metal panel covered in brown fur and places it back into the side of the mechanical bull. She then gives the creature two slaps on its hind quarters. Immediately, the enormous robotic beast turns and starts heading down the tunnel.

The pterodactyl turns back to me one last time, extending her hand. “I didn’t get your name, just your opinions,” she offers.

“Jasmine,” I reply, my face flushing red with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry about that.”

“Rimbler,” she continues, not commenting on anything else about our brief encounter. “I’ll see you around.”

With that, the dinosaur turns and strolls away after her bull.

I stand in dumbfounded silence for a moment, still reeling from both the beauty and the poise of this gorgeous dinosaur, as well as my blatant lack of class in the face of it. I feel sick.

“Jasmine!” a familiar voice suddenly calls out from behind me. “Let’s go!”

It’s Kelly and the rest of the girls, snacks filling their arms as they wait near the entrance to the bleachers.

“Sorry about that,” I yell over, jogging up to the gang and helping Kelly carry some of her food.

Soon enough, we’re making our way up into the stands, weaving through the crowd and searching for our seats. Fortunately, we don’t have to go very far, and I’m shocked by just how close to the action these tickets have managed to place us.

The gang slides in across our bench, filling it up just in time as the opening music begins to sound. From speakers above us comes the raucous, cascading chords of a country rock anthem, a type of music that I would usually bristle at but I’m trying my best to stay open to; at least for tonight.

As the show starts, my thoughts begin to drift back to my encounter with Rimbler, not to the embarrassment I’d felt, but at how welcoming she’d been when we first met. It was this feeling that put me at ease and made me act as though we were on the same team in our bitterness, but now I’m starting to realize there are no teams here. Sure, we might have vastly different interests, but we’re also both sentient creatures just trying to make sense of this crazy world while it takes us for a ride.

Soon enough, a strange thing begins to happen. I find myself slipping into a state of wild excitement, my eyes darting around this massive dirt arena as the show continues. One by one, various cowfolk take their turn atop giant mechanical bulls that try like hell to buck them off. Some of the athletes last no more than a few seconds, while others start to close in on a full minute by the time they’re tossed off into the air like flailing ragdolls.

Honestly, watching this all go down is a total blast. I’d been dead wrong.

I glance over at my friend Kelly, the one who really matters in all this, and see that she’s smiling wide. She’s fully enjoying her birthday, lost in the moment and surrounded by her closest friends.

“And now, the reigning champion will take her turn,” the announcer calls out. “If Rimbler can last longer than one minute atop the mechanical bull, it will mark her second southwestern championship title in a row.”

The crowd erupts as Rimbler strolls out and waves. It appears the dinosaur is an even bigger deal around here than I’d first thought.

I watch as the pterodactyl steps up to the enclosure within which her bull is waiting. She’s standing up above it on a platform, carefully lowering herself down and wrapping her legs tightly around the mechanical creature.

Once Rimbler is ready, a stoplight begins to count down. When it arrives on a green light at the bottom, the gate holding back Rimbler’s mechanical bull flies open and the robot comes bursting forth in all of its fury.

Immediately, the pterodactyl opens her wings, using the air resistance to keep her completely centered atop this bucking bronco.

The crowd leaps to their feet, roaring with applause as we witness the glorious athletic display before us. Sure, the wings seem like a bit of an unfair advantage, but apparently there’s nothing in the rulebook that restricts them. Besides, Rimbler clearly knows what she’s doing, controlling the mechanical creature below her with an otherworldly ease and grace.

The giant timer continues to speed onward, counting higher and higher as Rimbler rides. It’s not long before she’s closing in on the one minute mark, and soon enough she’s passing her goal with flying colors.

By the time Rimbler is thrown off, she’s closer to two-minutes atop the bull instead of just one.

“That was amazing!” Kelly announces loudly. “What a dinosaur!”

“Tell me about it,” I add with a nod.

The standing ovation lasts for what seems like forever. Rimbler was the very last rider of the evening and the scores are quick to tally, but everyone here already knows that history has been made.

A voice crackles over the loudspeaker. “The winner of the southwestern championship title, for the second consecutive year, is Rimbler Cobbs!”

The rodeo has been over for at least an hour but I’m still buzzing with excitement from the evening’s festivities. I’d been wrong to doubt the fun we had in store, but fortunately nobody seems to remember my bad attitude from earlier.

Currently, we’re crowded around the table at a dive bar just a few miles down from the arena, surrounded by a handful of like-minded revelers who gladly sip from their glasses of cold chocolate milk. Everyone is relaxed and having a grand ol’ time, calling out new songs to throw on the jukebox.

There’s even a mechanical bull nearby that some of the ladies have gotten up to ride, although it’s not quite as technologically advanced as the ones we’d just witnessed.

Suddenly, the door of the bar flies open and four dinosaurs stroll in, including one that I instantly recognize: Rimbler. The scaly creatures strut up to the bar and make their orders while the rest of the patrons try to pretend there isn’t a superstar in their presence.

“You see that?” Kelly questions. “That’s the pterodactyl who won.”

“I know,” I reply, unable to remove my gaze from the dinosaurs gorgeous, feminine form. “I talked to her before she rode.”

“Wait, really?” the birthday girl blurts. “When?”

“Before we got to our seats,” I explain, slowly blushing as my embarrassment starts to return and I begin to recall my terrible attitude earlier in the evening.

Suddenly, I powerful compulsion to go and apologize washes of me. I could easily just sit here and let the whole thing rest, but there’s something about my encounter with Rimbler that feels unfinished. This is a chapter that deserves to be closed, and it’s my responsibility to be the one who steps up and closes it.

I stand and stroll towards the group of dinosaurs, my friends all watching in stunned silence. I slide in next to Rimbler.

“Hey,” I offer.

The dinosaur looks over at me, and to my surprise, smiles warmly. She opens her winged arms wide and gives me a gracious hug.

“Look who it is,” the pterodactyl begins. “Jasmine who hates the rodeo.”

“I don’t hate the rodeo,” I counter, looking her in the eyes and giving as much weight to the words as I possibly can. “In fact, I came over here just to tell you that I’m really sorry about what I said.”

“Well, you did hate the rodeo,” the dinosaur offers.

“Fair enough,” I reply.

“And now?” Rimbler questions.

“Now, I realize there are some very impressive athletes out there,” I continue. “Like yourself.”

Rimbler smiles mischievously. “Impressive, huh? Go on.”

Suddenly, a wave of caution washes over me. I know exactly what I want to say here, but I’m not quite sure if I should say it. The tension between this beautiful dinosaur and me is obvious, but I’m not totally convinced about what kind of tension it is. There’s something unmistakably flirtatious about our banter, and the way that she looks at me with those huge reptilian eyes tells me there is much more to uncover, but this could also just be the way that she is.

Finally, as my heart slams hard within my chest, I just go for it.

“And beautiful,” I finally offer.

Rimbler’s smile grows even wider now. She’s enjoying this.

“Could I buy you a glass of chocolate milk?” I ask.

The dinosaur shakes her head, causing my heart to skip a beat, but when she opens her mouth I find sweet relief. Everything suddenly falls into place.

“You don’t need to buy me a drink if you want to sleep with me,” Rimbler replies with a wink. “Let’s just cut to the chase.”

“Oh… okay,” I stammer.

Suddenly, Rimbler is taking my by the hand and leading me through the bar, nodding towards the bartender as though he has already prepared for something like this. Soon enough, Rimbler and I are heading into a private back room, complete with a large, comfortable couch and hanging velvet everywhere.

The second we enter this secret love nest the dinosaur and I are all over each other, passionately kissing as we tear away our clothing and toss it to the side. I completely lose myself in the moment, allowing the carnal desires to flow through my veins and deliver me from my own inhibitions.

The pterodactyl slowly begins to work her way down my body, first kissing across my shoulders and neck, then playing with my breasts a bit before continuing onward. I close my eyes, appreciating every tiny choice and movement that she makes along her journey.

Eventually, the dinosaur reaches my hips, which she kisses delicately, gazing up at me with eyes that overflow with a teasing lust. She smiles wryly, then slips her finger across my aching clit in a simple, slow movement.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, the words falling from my lips like a drawn out breath.

Rimbler continues to work me, starting slowly at first and then gradually gaining speed as I push back against her. Eventually, the two of us fall into a rhythm, but it doesn’t last long because this dinosaur is hungry for more.

The next thing I know, Rimbler is pushing me back onto the couch, where I flop down happily in a fit of excited giggles. The pterodactyl spreads my legs and I accommodate her graciously, allowing her into my most sensitive areas. She continues to work me with her fingers, but as I watch, the dinosaur’s mouth drifts closer and closer to my pussy.

The next thing I know, Rimbler is diving in, licking me gently with her long, prehistoric tongue. She treats me to the same slow, caring build that she presented with her fingers, gently tickling my clit and then gradually working her way up to long laps across my pussy.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I begin to groan, my body rocking in time with her movements as the sensations flow through me. The simple phrase continues to fall out of my mouth like this over and over again, eventually erupting in a wild crescendo of noise as I scream out with unbridled passion. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

This dinosaur clearly knows what she’s doing, and it’s not long before I can feel the first hints of an orgasm starting to bloom deep within my loins. The feelings bubble up like tiny bubbles in boiling water, starting one at a time but then eventually coming so fast that I can’t even keep track of them. The erotic pressure builds within me, threatening to erupt at any second as every muscle within my form pulls tight and holds.

Suddenly, I’m hurtling over the edge, and the next thing I know I’m throwing back my head and letting out a frantic shriek. The powerful orgasm rips through my body, causing every muscle within to tease and release in spastic harmony. The sensation lasts for what feels like forever, Rimbler refusing to let up for even a second. Finally, however, the ecstasy finishes its long journey through my veins and I collapse back into the soft cushions of the couch.

In other encounters of this kind I might find myself tired and tuckered out, but at this particular moment I’m far from it. There’s something about this encounter with the beautiful pterodactyl that only serves to escalate the passionate desires within me.

“Now it’s your turn,” I snarl, pulling the dinosaur up onto the couch.

At first I can tell that Rimbler isn’t quite sure where to go, but I take the lead and position her accordingly. I have the scaly green beauty spread her legs, straddling me and then moving upward as I slide down the overstuffed piece of furniture. I kiss her chest and stomach along the way, until finally ending up with her pussy directly before my wet lips.

I begin to lick the dinosaur gently, in the same patient manner that she had oral serviced me. Rimbler is riding my face now, pumping her hips across me in a steady rhythm as I continue to lap away at her aching clit.

“God damn, that’s so fucking good,” the pterodactyl cries out, throwing open her broad, leathery wings for balance. She’s swooping hard against me now, using the same method that has made her such a beloved superstar of the rodeo.

Soon enough, the beautiful dinosaur is cumming hard, throwing her head back and letting a primal screech erupt from her beak. She pushes hard against me, letting me work my magic for the final moments of her climax, then falls to the side.

“I need one more,” the gorgeous prehistoric beast suddenly blurts. “I’m not done yet.”

I admire her forward nature, and I’m happy to oblige as her partner on this journey.

The next thing I know, Rimbler has jumped to her feet, crossing the room and rummaging around in an old desk against the far wall. Apparently, she knows this place even better than I thought.

Moment’s later, the pterodactyl spins around, holding a large green object that causes me to gasp in shock. In Rimbler’s hands is an enormous strap-on dildo, the long shaft looking quite impressive in its dark shade.

“I want to cum again with this inside me,” the dinosaur demands, cutting right to the chase.

I’ve never worn a strap on before, but I’m game. If there’s one thing this pterodactyl has taught me, it’s to be more open and excited by the prospect of something new. “I’m into it,” I reply with a mischievous smile. “Are you sure that thing’s gonna fit in your pussy, though? It’s huge.”

Rimbler laughs. “It’s not going in my pussy. It’s going in my ass.”

My eyes go wide, but I’m still up for the challenge. The dinosaur strolls back over to me and hands me the strap on, which I promptly pull on and secure tightly. I wiggle my hips from side to side for a moment, watching with glee as my new member flops back and forth along with my movements, then promptly pull it together as Rimbler pushes me back into my previous position on the couch.

The dinosaur climbs up and straddles my body once more, only this time she doesn’t climb to my face, simply hovers down below. I can see now that she’s also retrieved a large bottle of lube from the drawer, using the slick liquid to cover not only her tight dinosaur asshole, but the strap-on itself.

When she’s finally ready, Rimbler slowly lowers her scaly body down onto the shaft, letting out a slight gasp as the dildo penetrate her form. She seems tentative at first, but moments later an expression of knowing satisfaction works its way across her beautiful green face.

“I love the fullness,” Rimbler explains as she takes the strap-on even deeper, gradually arriving at the hilt of this enormous shaft.

The dinosaur’s body is pressed against me now, and she begins to buck slightly, barely moving as she rocks back and forth. Rimbler takes my hand and places it on her clit, coaching me in the movements of my fingers as she continues to ride.

“That’s perfect,” the picturesque dinosaur groans.

Clearly, this kind of stimulation is exactly what Rimbler was looking for. It’s not long before she’s quaking hard once again, knocking on the door of an earth shaking climax that’s even mightier than her first.

“Yes! Yes! I’m gonna cum!” the dinosaur screams before erupting in her second orgasm of the evening.

I watch as Rimbler seizes and convulses like the talented rider she is, a wide smile on her face as she savors every moment of this intense orgasm.

When my prehistoric lover finally finishes she collapses against me, panting with exhaustion.

“That was incredible,” the pterodactyl groans. “Thank you for that.”

We stay like this for a long while, our bodies pressed together as we enjoy the simple warmth and sensation of one another’s company.

“Still don’t like the rodeo?” Rimbler questions.

“Now that I’ve got first hand experience,” I offer. “I think I love it.”