American Cowgirl

 Repost of mine from bb.

Sheila is a hard working, hard drinking American Cowgirl from Wyoming. As today is the 4th of July and the town's rodeo, this morning she slept in till 6, then got up and dressed. This year for the 4th of July rodeo, she chose to wear a bikini top instead of a shirt, and jeans. In the kitchen, she fixed herself  a breakfast of steak, eggs, and cowboy coffee (half black coffee, half whiskey). Three such coffees had her feeling pretty good as tended to her morning chores around the farm. Then she grabbed a 6 pack of Coors beer from the fridge and hopped in her beat up old trusty rusty 4x4 Ford. The clock read 8am as she popped open a beer, fired up the truck and started the 2 hour drive to town, listening to the radio.

As she drove along, Sheila sang along to the radio. Appropriately as she drove to town, the first song was, eastbound and down, and she sang along:

 “East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'

A-we gonna do what they say can't be done

We've got a long way to go, and a short time to get there

I'm east bound, just watch ol' "Bandit" run”

She sang as she speed along the dirt road, sipping her beer.

The clock read 829am, when Sheila crumpled the first empty beer can and threw it out the window. She swerved, grabbing a new beer from the passenger seat. Just then dirt road anthem came on, and she sang-slurred along, 

“Yeah i'm shillin' onna dird road

laid back swervin' liyke i'm George Jones,

smoke rollin' oud the winnow,

ann ice cold beeer siddin' inna console” 

And reached into the glove box and lit a cigarette, smoke rolling out the window as she swerved all over the dirt road. 

Sheila was about halfway to town when she decided she had to pee. She finished her beer, crumpled it, and threw it out the window as she carefully stopped the truck. She sat and let the cloud of dust roll by her before she opened the door. She stepped out and nearly fell. “Ops, i guezz im a li'l tipsy,” she slurred aloud. Looking around, she noticed she was still out in the middle of nowhere, so she unbuckled her belt, pulled her jeans down, and using the truck door for support, squatted and peed. After she dried herself with an old napkin from the truck door pocket, she pulled her pants back up and buckled her belt before climbing back into the truck. 

As she drove to town, she looked at the clock and she saw it was 905. Though she knew she probably shouldn’t, she decided she was sober enough and had time for one more beer before she reached town. So she grabbed another beer, swerving and nearly taking out a mailbox, correcting just in time. Then the song “day drinking” came on and she again sang-slurred along, as she swerved around the dirt road modifying the words slightly and sipping her beer,

“I doan neeeda reason orr a happy hour

juzz hangin' 'rounn furra fireworks show

ged a hed shtart a li'l sip uhf somethin'

off ann runnin', here wee gow

won, too, tree, here wee gow

Doan wanna wait 'til the sun's sinkin'

wee coud be feelin' alright

i nowe y'know whad i'm thinkin'

why doan wee doo a li'l day zzzrinkin'?”

She was really swerving as she turned onto the paved road to town. She was just passing the turn for the gun range when she heard the wail of a siren. She looked in the mirror and saw the squad car. “Shidt, Shit, iss the sheriff.” She slurred as she pulled carefully over. As she waited for the Sheriff, Kelsea Ballerini’s Hole in the bottle came on. She turned it off before the Shariff could hear.

“I should have known it would be you Sheila” the sharif greeted her. “You been drinking?” he asked.

Taking a line from Kelsea, she lied, “I juzz had won sip.” 

“Just listen to yourself Sheila, you're drunk. Hell, I bet you can’t even shoot straight,” the Shariff remarked.

“I c'n shoot ssraigt” she told the sheriff. 

“I doubt it, but if you can, I’ll let you go.”

“Deal”

Get in the squad car, and I’ll get your pistol. It's in the glove box, right?”

“Ride”. She stumbled out of the truck and used it for support, as he reached into the glove box to get the pistol and her gloves, and the remaining 3 beers. When they were both in the squad car, he drove them to the range.

He set up 6 targets, as Sheila pulled on her gloves. Then he checked her gun, before handing it to her. Sheila could barely stand, as she waved the gun towards the target.

The Sheriff was sure the big breasted blonde would fall on her big drunken butt before she ever managed to hit the target. However, Sheila prided herself on her shooting ability, and often practiced at home on the ranch, drinking and shooting. So she managed to hit all 6 targets. 

“See, im nod zzzrunk, i c'n shoot ssrait,” She told him. 

He took the gun from her and said, “Yes you can shoot straight. I won’t arrest you.” He retrieved a beer from the squad car as he put the empty gun inside. “If you show me your tits, I’ll let you have another before you go.”

Sheila swayed drunkenly, and then untied her bikini top, and lowered it.

He opened the beer, and handed it to her. He watched in aw, as she gulped the beer down, whale her tits bounced freely as she swayed drunkenly. She stumbled against the Shariff. She noticed his hard cock, and as she finished the Coors and tossed it aside with an aluminum klank, she slurred, “I thing wee need t' see iff yer pissol c'n shoot ssraight sheriff,” and dropped to her knees. The sheriff helped her pull down his zipper and she pulled out his hard cock. As she sucked him, he took her bikini top off. 

Her sucking was sloppy, but she was still good, but she didn't bring him off. The sheriff told her, “I think I’ll have to fuck you if Im to shoot.” Sheila, drunkenly stood, and undid her belt. The Sheriff helped her undo her pants and slide them down to her ankles. He stepped back and looked at her standing there mostly nude, swaying drunkenly like a bucking bull at the rodeo.

Then he stepped behind her, and stuck his hard cock into her wet pussy. He held her and fucked her. In no time at all, his pistol fired a round of cum into her pussy. As he held her, she finally passed out, and he carried her to the squad car to sleep it off.