It might not be politically correct by today’s standards, but some of us remember playing cowboys and Indians. Nevertheless, even as adults some of us fantasize of life astride a horse. Some live out this fantasy everyday, as the babes on Pony Girl do, while others, as the lady in “Riding the Cowgirl” does, only let ther dreams of riding on the open plains play out on special occasions.

Halloween was Shelly’s favorite holiday.

It was the time of year when adults could dress in costume and parade around with few consequences.

It was the perfect time for wild and crazy sex.

Shelly arrived at the party in her cowgirl costume, lasso ready to rope the most attractive piece of meat she could find.

She found her prey in the form of a tall man dressed as the Phantom of the Opera.

They exchanged a glance and with a small smile, she tossed her lasso, roping him easily.

They moved to a wooded area in the backyard, where, with a flourish, the Phantom laid his cloak on the ground and eased her down onto it.

He grabbed her head and kissed her deeply, fucking her mouth with his tongue. Strong hands pulled her vest and top open, exposing her breasts to the night air. Her daisy dukes and panties were jerked off and he shoved three fingers deep in her pussy, massaging her G-spot until she was screaming.

“Come, Cowgirl,” he said, and she did, fucking his fingers with every panting breath.

As she calmed, the Phantom pulled her to her knees and spun her around, placing her hands against the tree.

“Do you want me to ride you?” he asked, kneeing her legs apart.

“Yes!” she moaned. “Ride me!”

She heard him laugh before he bit softly at the back of her neck. Hands rough with calluses gripped her hips, forcing them backward until he was deep in her pussy. He was so big the pleasure of having him was this side of pain and she loved it, pleading for more.

His hands reached up to her breasts, and addicted to the pleasure, she moaned, begging him to pinch her.

Shelly came hard, screaming her pleasure to the night.