Stampede Saturnalia [F20s/M20s/M20s] [Threesome] [Cowboys] [Breeding] [Cow girl]
On the third day of the Calgary Stampede, sweaty crowds of wide-hatted tourists swarmed the stadium to attend the most popular, mouth-watering event of the rodeo– All-Canadian Cow Breeding. The carnal nature of ACCB is no surprise to any adult viewer eagerly seated or standing on the tarmac. It is traditionally squeezed between the first rounds of the slightly less infamous male-on-male Bull Breeding or female-on-female Cowgirl Wrestling, attracting a large pool of perverts who travelled far and wide just for these Calgary exclusive shows.
“What a beautiful day in Calgary, perfect blue skies all ‘round. Welcome to the 2025 Calgary Stampede’s All-Canadian Cow Breeding! Now, who’s ready for some real debauchery?”
The crowd whoops and cheers in response to the announcer’s opening. As he begins his explanation of the rules and introduces the star-studded cowboy lineup, unfamiliar audience members blush in their seats.
“Alright folks, if it’s your first time, well, you’re in for a treat. The rules of the game are simple: each cow girl will be paired off with a cowboy, who will tie ‘er up and breed ‘er. Judges will score ‘em on speed, difficulty and skill of his actions, pleasure, and accuracy– as in, we’re looking for a positive pregnancy test within a couple weeks!”
The grandstands thundered. Clapping and shouting overtook the stands, wide-eyed visitors scanning those seated near to see if this was really happening. The most lascivious of them had come prepared, supplies in hand, for a long and lewd exhibition.
“Now let’s call up our first cow girl– Maribelle.”
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Following weeks of preparation involving elaborate grooming rituals and a diet of junk food and sweets, Maribelle was ready for her debut. As a prized cow girl native to Calgary, this was her moment to become a star. She squirmed nervously in her bucking chute. Her long black hair ran down the back of her appropriately plumped body, unseen by the world as of yet. She had small horns, delicately wrapped in thin white ribbons to celebrate her imminent deflowering. They had her wear a pointless and tiny cow print bikini, its weak strings sagging under the heavy weight of her expanded breasts. It hardly covered her swollen nipples. Her entire body jiggled as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. The bell around her neck lightly tinkled with her adjustments. She was, undoubtedly, in heat. Her warm body was slick with sweat. Juices dribbling from her overwhelming excitement were barely caught by the thin fabric covering her pussy– this, too, was peeking out from the absurdly small bikini.
Maribelle’s large ears perked up. She heard the announcer start the event. She knew she was the first cow girl to be called up– and the first one to leave the arena impregnated. Her ovulation had been calculated perfectly by her trainers to line up with the show. She heard her name called, and felt a pull on the rope around her neck as she was moved into the box. Maribelle’s tail flickered between her legs as all cameras moved toward her. Her body was relayed on the jumbotron for thousands to see; she felt the lecherous gazes of men and women alike surveying every sumptuous curve along her buxom body. She squealed and turned around in a display of virginal shyness, only to reveal her well-endowed rear end to the same depraved crowd. They hooted and hollered in a way that made Maribelle’s stomach flip with both anticipation and fear. The true show was about to begin as the broad-grinned announcer revealed which cowboy had been assigned to her.
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“And now for the cowboy, we have a talented rancher hailing from Cache Creek, BC, ready to get this show on the road! Please give a warm Stampede welcome to Holden West!”
Holden West is dressed in his finest rodeo attire. In a crisp Western shirt decorated with a bolo tie, tight, belted bellbottom jeans, and spurred boots, he waves to the cameras and gives a sly smile. A mink fur cowboy hat covers all but a few of the loose curls atop his golden-brown head. Surveying the stands, his blue-green eyes are aglow in the afternoon sunlight. Freckles dance across his sunned cheeks in a smattering flourish of boyish looks. He is a handsome young stallion, adept at making the ever-excited audience swoon.
He stares down the gateman, and gives a nod. Maribelle is released from her box and restraints. She emerges fragile, untethered and whimpering, into the arena.
Holden finds her flickering gaze and launches toward her without hesitation. He topples Maribelle into the dirt, wrangling her stomach-down beneath him. The heat of the sun bears down on his back as Holden ties her wrists together against her reflexive thrashing. Feeling his body beginning to sweat, he briefly puts the ropes in his mouth to tear off his shirt, much to the delight of the voyeurs. His torso shines with sweat, each firm muscle engaged in keeping Maribelle pressed into the dirt. He leans down. Inaudible to anyone except the two of them, he whispers, “Now lie still ‘n lemme put a baby in you”. Maribelle lets out a cry of surprise as his words work their way to her lower stomach. Her nervousness was being converted to neediness. She could feel Holden’s denim-wrapped bulge pressing into her ass. This new sensation makes her soak herself. Holden leans down to bite the crook of her neck to keep her front pinned. With skilled fingers, he pulls the bikini off Maribelle’s writhing lower half. His calloused hands caress her thighs and ass, running up and down, assessing her voluptuous, vulnerable state. Part of Maribelle’s hazy mind wonders if he handles all cattle the same way.
Holden unbuckles, making a show of pulling his belt all the way out, letting it hang in his outstretched hand for a moment, and dropping it. His fine showmanship wins him screams from the audience, unable to tear their eyes away. He unbuttons his jeans. The cowboy’s stiff cock springs free and comes to rest on Maribelle’s thigh. Hastily, her pussy is being spread open and the tip of him is pushing hard into her wetness. Maribelle makes a face of shock and releases moans of wonder as she’s filled with his entire erection. Before she can acclimate to the depth and stretch in her lower stomach, Holden grips her ass cheeks and thrusts feverishly into her. His rigid body slams into her almost painfully. Maribelle is losing herself in the pleasure; the strong cock pulsing inside her is the only thing she can think about. It almost reaches her womb with each motion. She raises her ass and impatiently presses it backwards into the man fucking her. Holden pants loudly, sweat dripping off his neck. His large hands knead her ass in his palms before deciding to spank her. Maribelle pathetically moans in response. Her hands futilely grab the dirt around her. Holden’s thrusts get more and more panicked, rushed, sloppy, increasing the intensity of the lewd sounds echoing around the stadium.
“Comin’, comin’ I’m…” Holden lets out a shaky moan as he empties himself into Maribelle. The crowd goes wild. Maribelle feels her insides light up with a new warmth, something seeping into her flesh, finding its way into her womb. She relaxes the tension in her muscle and drops her flushed face to the dirt. However, Holden finds himself unsatisfied; his cock immediately swells after finishing with his load. His hands find her sides and flip the cow onto her back.
“Ah, no, help me,” Maribelle weakly squeals as Holden penetrates her again. This time, he watches her massive tits jiggle each time he enters her. Desire grabs hold of him and guides Holden to pull off her struggling bikini top. He flicks her nipples between his rough fingers, and Maribelle screams in delight. Her whole body felt electric, shocks rippling across her depraved form. When she looked down she noticed her stimulated nipple was leaking milk– likely resulting from the extreme heat she was experiencing. Both of Holden’s hands find their way to her chest and desperately grope Maribelle, her milk spilling everywhere. The heat building in her stomach develops into molten lava as Holden begins fucking her at an everquickening pace. Their fluids are flowing all over their bodies, with cum and wetness pouring out of Maribelle and onto his cock. Her whines of emptyheaded rapture and the sounds of lovemaking take over the sounds of the stadium. Lustful audience members crane their necks and shuffle to the edge of their seats to better view the carnage, when suddenly, from the far side of the arena, a cowboy in tasseled jeans appears from behind a gate.
“What an exciting turn of events! Folks, if you’re new here, sometimes a ‘wildcard’ cowboy joins in the fun, to help make it a real special show! This is Dallas East of Estevan, Saskatchewan, and he’s roarin’ to start! He’s headin’ straight for Maribelle!” The energetic announcer almost stumbles over his words as Dallas shows his face to the cameras. Narrow, dark eyes flash upwards from beneath the shade of his hat. He strides toward the center of action. Maribelle has no time to react before he’s dramatically ripping off his belt, his pants, and kneeling in front of her face. Dallas’s erection shadows over her already orgasmic face. He reaches a pale hand to open her mouth further and glides himself into her throat. The hums of surprise around his cock make Dallas groan. He fills her throat, Maribelle’s eyes widening and watering more with each inch. He was possibly thicker than Holden, but certainly longer, and it took a bit of gagging on Maribelle’s part to accommodate his full length. She felt her hips rising on their own to match Holden’s pace. This new stimulation was bringing her body to the brink of white-hot, throbbing pleasure. Both cowboys were lost in the frenzy of mating. Maribelle is further rendered helpless when she feels Dallas grabbing onto her chin, holding her steady.
“That’s right, that’s right. Keep still, you sow,” he mutters in a rural accent reminiscent of the Canadian prairies. Maribelle’s stomach flips as she realizes how weak her body has become. Dallas already tightens his grip, and with a harsh exhale, floods Maribelle’s throat with hot cum. She dutifully swallows his load as it spurts into her mouth. Unfortunately for her, Dallas can’t be sated after one round either. He locks eyes with Holden, who smiles knowingly.
In a wordless act of cooperation, the cowboys unsheathe themselves from Maribelle’s body and lift her up to allow Holden to slide under her, propping her up on her knees. Her face is close enough to his that she can feel the hot pants of his breath. Dallas walks around to the other side of her and kneels in front of her ass.
“What are you doing,” Maribelle says breathlessly, the phrase coming out as more of a statement in her muddled mind. Dallas smirks.
“Tryin’ something fun.” He uses his thumb and inserts it into her tight anus. She cries out, but at the same time Holden finds his way back into her sopping pussy from beneath her. Dallas experimentally dips his finger deeper into her, earning a moan of surprise. Quickly, he removes his thumb and slips his lubricated cock inside instead. Her asshole stretches to accommodate Dallas’ girth. The sudden increase of pressure inside of her heightens her sensitivity, each cock sending different bolts of ecstasy into her womb. She was being ravaged by both men, increasingly boldened in their movements. Maribelle looks at Holden in a silent plea. Catching her watery gaze, Holden narrows his eyes and smirks. He grips her thighs with the force of a true cow handler and brings his hips so high that his length hits the very end of her core, eliciting a shaky, loud moan from his victim. Maribelle feels her body nearing its release, the buildup far too much for her inexperience. With a convulsive shiver, she cums hard with both men inside of her. Her holes twitch, throb, and clamp down on the cowboy’s cocks. Her insides contract with a violent tension. The sudden tightness has Dallas and Holden cussing and brings them to their own orgasms. Cum gushes into her, reaching deep into her core. Maribelle lets out an ecstatic, overwhelming moan of release and incoherently stutters as she comes down from the high. The audience has been making noises of pleasure and encouragement as well, finally relaxing alongside the performers. Maribelle’s insides feel wickedly sore as both men pull out and catch their breath.
As the final step of the event, Maribelle is put on her back once again. The cowboys in their various states of undress stand on either side of her and hold her legs up. This position is done to ensure the cow girl’s fertilization and a speedy pregnancy. Cameras all across the stadium capture the semen trickling out of the cow’s pussy and gaping anus.
“Well, there ya have it folks,” the beet-red announcer hastily buttons up his own jeans. “Give it up for our competitors, Holden West, Dallas East, and of course, the lovely Maribelle!” The stands erupt in applause, hollering, and stomping, whatever form of cheering they had enough energy to sustain.
“Now before the judges present their scores, what did y’all think of that show?”