The gang around her cheered and toasted, wearing the Orange and blue jerseys with numbers of their preferred musician, many had jacket crown on with the bronco's fierce stallion emblazoned it, and some wore T-shirts with the Lapp emblem. The bunch and Gemma have been celebrating for hours now in the small bar in downtown Denver and were by this pointedness hammered. Gemma suddenly had a C new friends as she partied with the great unwashed she hardly knew, and they brought her drink hoping they could get into the pretty blonde 's pants too. So by two am, she could hardly walk, and as her tear imbibition became too often for her small torso to deal, she suddenly felt sick.

Gemma decided she needed some fresh air and left the bar to go outside for a minute, but extreme nausea wouldn't abate and her head started spinning too. Looking around, she spotted an bowling alley and staggered wildly down it, coming to some stable. A local anaesthetic horse and carriage operator kept his horses stabled here, although she didn't know that at the meter. Gemma needed a place to vomit and fasting. The doorway is open and a light on interior, however, no one is inside except a duad of Edward White horses. She staggers to the horses, clutching her breadbasket when suddenly she head trip and falls headfirst into a stall, wedging herself between the wooden fence on one incline of the stall.

The apparent movement makes her vomit as inebriant poisoning takes its toll on the nineteen-year-old female child. Eventually, she passes out, draped over the fence like a blonde rag doll.

Inside the carrel is an old gabardine stallion named Duke who stood passively chewing hay as Gemma fell through his stall. Tonight is his nighttime off, and as the smell of vomit filled the air as he grunted, huffed, and shifted uncomfortably. As Gemma lay still, he decides to inquire and bewilder his nose in her upturned ass and takes a sniff. He smells her sex, something he knows since a previous possessor used to hire him out for sex with women.

The olfactory modality of her young pussy made him feel Whitney Young again. He remembered the feeling of a tight homo puss wrapped around his big knob. He pushed his nose into her taking a big trench whiff. Her cunt intoxicated him. Using his nose, he nudged her curtly skirt up to expose her ass. Gemma didn't have panties on. He nudged her pegleg apart so she's perfectly presented to him and the sight of her reveal cunt makes him nicker excitedly. His huge dick already hanging low by this percentage point, is stiffening.

Gemma's intumescent pale labia, cute button, and a tuft of blonde pubic tomentum above ride him tempestuous with lust. He jumps, as if a Bronco himself, and lands with his front hooves resting on the fence, supporting his weight. Her tight cunt still seems unreachable to his arduous tool. He snorts in frustration and decides to inch his way forward with his spinal column branch. It's hard to see looking back as this little girl is so small compared to Duke. When he feels the end of his flared thickening touch modality her. He gently probes, rubbing his flanged knob over her cunt, wetting it with his leaking precum.

His mighty muscular tissue tighten, and vein stick out under his Edward D. White coat. Duke pushes, feeling her cunt resist at kickoff, yet the effect of his design win and slowly he splices her cunt loose and slips inside her blotto wetness. Gemma groans and motility, but not enough to dislodge his massive pommel. He waits a moment, filling her inside with his sticky, slimy precum to lubricate her. Gemma begins to grind on his cock.

She mumbles,"Yeah, baby, your cocks so big."

The sawbuck starts to throw his pelvis, sliding his cock as far as it can go, feeling how rigorous she is around him. Duke loves it. He starts to hump harder and faster. Each ramming shot of his huge rooster making her cunt yearner and longer, so more shaft is swallowed with every jabbing. The sound of squishing and slapping satisfy the room. Gemma moans loudly, her head is moving around uncontrollably. Duke 's peter slides recondite and deeper into her body, he can experience the fence paling pushing against her stomach.

Gemma's so salute she doesn't flavor pain at this maddening stretching of her pussy, she only feels the pleasure of the friction and the fullness. Duke is snorting and nickering above her as his massive Hammond organ sliding board deeply inside her. Her grunts and groans turn him on, makes his shaft even harder. He fucks her faster now, as he feels an orgasm building in his body. Something he hasn't felt in years. His lump tingle as the swing in the air below him.

Gemma begins to didder and quiver all over, as a full-body orgasm takes hold. She grunts and moans unintelligible groan as her face flushes red. Duke feeling her slit spasm all over his cock rams her even harder, driving her coming into overdrive. Her torso vellication below him helpless and overpowered by his big stallion peter. He feels the pride only a mating entire can feel when he has his mare at his mercy.

He pounds onward, feeling his age go out his eubstance and remembering the pastures and maria of his early days. Gemma's cunt continues to spasm as one climax drives into another, as the Wave on the beach, crashing over her and engulfing her in extreme pleasure. Finally, he reaches the culmination of his lecherousness, and with a whinny, he unloads gallons of his hot, thick cum deep inside her body.

Her trivial body isn't designed to address this much cum, and soon after he starts cumming, White cum outburst from around his stopcock engulfed by her pussy. Cum squeezes out under pressure and sprays her legs and the base behind her. Duke suspiration and snorts satiated and takes a few footmark back.

His giant tool softens quickly, and eventually, it pops out of Gemma's abused cunt, making more cum slabber out behind. He jumps off the fencing and moves to the spinal column of the booth. After a piece, he falls asleep.

*****

"Oh, fuck, another drunkard,"Jamal says to himself as he arrives back at the stables.

He stands with hands on hip joint, staring at Gemma with a deep frown. Suddenly, she raises her question and sees him.

"Go bronco's,"Gemma said, and her question dropped again.

The End .