The crowd around her root on and toasted, wearing the orange and blue jerseys with numbers of their favorite histrion, many had ceiling on with the Bronco's bowelless stallion emblazoned it, and some wore T-shirts with the Lapp emblem. The crowd and Gemma have been celebrating for hours now in the minor bar in downtown Denver and were by this item hammered. Gemma suddenly had a hundred new ally as she partied with people she hardly knew, and they brought her drinks hoping they could get into the somewhat blond 's knickers too. So by two am, she could hardly take the air, and as her binge drunkenness became too much for her minuscule dead body to handle, she suddenly felt sick.

Gemma decided she needed some sassy air and left the bar to go outside for a moment, but utmost nausea wouldn't abate and her head started spinning too. Looking around, she spotted an back street and staggered wildly down it, coming to some stables. A local horse and carriage operator kept his horse stabled here, although she didn't know that at the time. Gemma needed a property to vomit and fast. The door is open and a light on inside, however, no one is inside except a duet of livid horses. She staggers to the horse, clutching her stomach when suddenly she trip-up and falls headfirst into a stall, wedging herself between the wooden fence on one face of the stall.

The motion makes her vomit as alcohol poisoning takes its toll on the nineteen-year-old daughter. Eventually, she passes out, draped over the fence like a blonde rag doll.

Inside the stall is an old T. H. White entire named Duke who stood passively chewing hay as Gemma fell through his kiosk. Tonight is his night off, and as the scent of disgorgement filled the air as he grunted, huffed, and shifted uncomfortably. As Gemma lay still, he decides to investigate and deposit his olfactory organ in her upturned ass and takes a sniff. He smells her sex, something he knows since a previous owner used to take him out for sex with women.

The smell of her untested pussy made him experience young again. He remembered the feeling of a tight human slit wrapped around his big thickening. He pushed his nose into her taking a big deep whiff. Her bitch intoxicated him. Using his nozzle, he nudged her short skirt up to scupper her ass. Gemma didn't have pantie on. He nudged her legs apart so she's perfectly presented to him and the great deal of her exposed cunt makes him nicker excitedly. His huge stopcock already hanging low by this percentage point, is stiffening.

Gemma's tumescent pale labia, cute clit, and a tuft of blond pubic hair above drive him idle with lecherousness. He jumps, as if a bronc himself, and lands with his front hooves resting on the fence, supporting his free weight. Her tight puss still seems unreachable to his intemperate cock. He snorts in frustration and decides to inch his way forward with his back legs. It's concentrated to see looking back as this girlfriend is so modest compared to Duke. When he feels the end of his flared knob touch her. He gently probes, rubbing his flanged knob over her cunt, wetting it with his leaking precum.

His knock-down muscles tighten, and veins stick out under his white coat. Duke energy, feeling her pussy resist at first, yet the force of his intentions wins and slowly he splices her snatch open and berth inside her tight wetness. Gemma groan and movement, but not enough to bump his massive boss. He waits a moment, filling her inside with his sticky, despicable precum to lubricate her. Gemma begins to grind on his cock.

She mumbles,"Yeah, babe, your turncock so big."

The buck starts to pierce his rose hip, sliding his pecker as far as it can go, feeling how tight she is around him. Duke loves it. He starts to lie with harder and faster. Each ramming stroke of his huge peter making her cunt longer and yearner, so more turncock is swallowed with every knife thrust. The audio of squishing and slapping fill the room. Gemma moans loudly, her question is moving around uncontrollably. Duke 's turncock slides deeper and deeper into her organic structure, he can finger the fence palings pushing against her stomach.

Gemma's so drunk she doesn't smell pain at this maddening stretch of her pussy, she only feels the pleasure of the detrition and the mellowness. Duke is snorting and nickering above her as his massive electric organ microscope slide deeply inside her. Her grunts and moan turn him on, makes his putz even harder. He fucks her faster now, as he feels an orgasm building in his body. Something he hasn't felt in years. His balls tingle as the swing in the air below him.

Gemma begins to agitate and flicker all over, as a full-body coming takes detention. She grunts and groan opaque groan as her face heyday red. Duke feeling her twat muscle spasm all over his cock rams her even harder, driving her climax into overdrive. Her soundbox twitching below him helpless and overpowered by his big stallion prick. He feels the pride only a mating entire can feel when he has his mare at his mercy.

He pounds onward, feeling his age will his torso and remembering the pastures and maria of his youth. Gemma's bitch 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 mop up of his lust, and with a whinny, he unloads gallons of his hot, thick cum deep inside her body.

Her little body isn't designed to deal this much cum, and soon after he starts cumming, white semen flush from around his cock engulfed by her pussycat. Cum squeezes out under pressure and sprays her branch and the base behind her. Duke sigh and snort satiated and takes a few steps back.

His jumbo hammer softens quickly, and eventually, it pops out of Gemma's abused bitch, making more cum dribble out behind. He jumps off the fence and motion to the binding of the kiosk. After a piece, he falls asleep.

*****

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

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

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

The End .