The crew around her jolly along and toasted, wearing the orangeness and blue NJ with telephone number of their preferent players, many had ceiling on with the bronco's fierce stallion emblazoned it, and some wore T-shirts with the same allegory. The crew and Gemma have been celebrating for hours now in the small bar in business district Mile-High City and were by this point hammered. Gemma suddenly had a century new Quaker as she partied with people she hardly knew, and they brought her drinks hoping they could get into the pretty blonde 's gasp too. So by two am, she could hardly walk, and as her bust crapulence became too lots for her pocket-sized physical structure to cover, she suddenly felt sick.

Gemma decided she needed some tonic air and left the bar to go outside for a mo, but extreme nausea wouldn't abate and her head started spinning too. Looking around, she spotted an alley and staggered wildly down it, coming to some horse barn. A local cavalry and pushchair hustler kept his horses stabled here, although she didn't know that at the prison term. Gemma needed a lieu to vomit and fast. The door is open up and a light on inside, however, no one is inside except a couple of Stanford White horses. She staggers to the horses, clutching her venter when suddenly she misstep and falls headfirst into a stalling, wedging herself between the wooden fence on one side of the stall.

The motion makes her puking as alcoholic drink poisoning takes its toll on the nineteen-year-old girlfriend. Eventually, she passes out, draped over the fencing like a blond rag doll.

Inside the stalling is an old white stallion named Duke who stood passively chewing hay as Gemma fell through his stalling. Tonight is his night off, and as the tone of nauseant filled the air as he grunted, huffed, and shifted uncomfortably. As Gemma lay still, he decides to investigate and sticks his nozzle in her retrousse ass and takes a snuff. He smells her sex, something he knows since a previous proprietor used to rent him out for sex with women.

The olfactory perception of her young pussy made him experience young again. He remembered the feeling of a cockeyed human puss wrapped around his big pommel. He pushed his nozzle into her taking a big deep whiff. Her puss intoxicated him. Using his nose, he nudged her short dame up to expose her ass. Gemma didn't have panty on. He nudged her pegleg apart so she's perfectly presented to him and the sight of her give away cunt makes him nicker excitedly. His huge prick already hanging low by this point, is stiffening.

Gemma's tumescent pale labia, cute clit, and a tuft of blonde pubic hair above drive him wild with lust. He jumps, as if a bronc himself, and lands with his front line hooves resting on the fence, supporting his weight. Her nasty cunt still seems unreachable to his firmly cock. He snorts in frustration and decides to inch his way forward with his back legs. It's hard to see looking back as this girl is so small compared to Duke. When he feels the end of his blaze up pommel mite her. He gently probes, rubbing his flanged pommel over her cunt, wetting it with his leaking precum.

His powerful sinew tighten, and vena stick out under his White person coat. Duke pushes, feeling her puss resist at low, yet the force of his intentions wins and slowly he splices her twat candid and slips inside her tight wetness. Gemma groans and motility, but not enough to dislodge his monumental pommel. He waits a present moment, filling her inside with his sticky, unworthy precum to lubricate her. Gemma begins to grind on his cock.

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

The knight starts to thrust his hips, sliding his turncock as far as it can go, feeling how close she is around him. Duke loves it. He starts to have sex harder and faster. Each ramming throw of his huge cock making her snatch longer and longer, so Thomas More cock is swallowed with every thrust. The sound of squishing and slapping fill the elbow room. Gemma moans loudly, her head is moving around uncontrollably. Duke 's cock slides cryptic and deeper into her body, he can feel the fence picket fence pushing against her stomach.

Gemma's so drunk she doesn't feel hurting 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 monolithic organ slides deeply inside her. Her oink and groans turn him on, makes his putz even harder. He fucks her faster now, as he feels an orgasm building in his dead body. Something he hasn't felt in old age. His balls tingle as the swing in the air below him.

Gemma begins to shake and flutter all over, as a full-body climax takes hold. She grunt and moans unintelligible moans as her facial expression prime red. Duke feeling her cunt spasm all over his cock rams her eve harder, driving her orgasm into overuse. Her body twitch below him helpless and overpowered by his big stallion cock. He feels the pride only a mating entire can feel when he has his mare at his mercy.

He pounds onward, feeling his age leave his body and remembering the pastures and female horse of his youth. Gemma's twat continues to spasm as one sexual climax drives into another, as the waves on the beach, crashing over her and engulfing her in extreme pleasure. Finally, he reaches the mop up of his lust, and with a nicker, he unloads gallons of his hot, thick-skulled cum deep inside her body.

Her minuscule body isn't designed to handle this much cum, and soon after he starts cumming, white semen gushes from around his putz engulfed by her puss. Cum squeezes out under pressure sensation and sprays her branch and the floor behind her. Duke sighs and snigger satiated and takes a few steps back.

His hulk pecker softens quickly, and eventually, it pops out of Gemma's abused snatch, making more cum dribbling out behind. He jumps off the fence and moves to the back of the carrel. After a while, he falls asleep.

*****

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

He stands with bridge player on hips, staring at Gemma with a deep frown. Suddenly, she raises her head and sees him.

"Go Bronco's,"Gemma said, and her psyche dropped again.

The End .