The bunch around her cheered and toasted, wearing the orange and blue island of Jersey with numbers of their favorite players, many had hood on with the Bronco's trigger-happy entire emblazoned it, and some wore T-shirts with the Same allegory. The crew and Gemma have been celebrating for hr now in the small bar in downtown Denver and were by this point hammered. Gemma suddenly had a hundred new champion as she partied with people she hardly knew, and they brought her crapulence hoping they could get into the moderately blonde 's pants too. So by two am, she could hardly take the air, and as her binge crapulence became too very much for her small body to handle, she suddenly felt sick.

Gemma decided she needed some fresh air and left the bar to go outside for a moment, 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 horse cavalry and pusher operator kept his horses stabled here, although she didn't know that at the time. Gemma needed a place to vomit and fast. The door is open and a light on interior, however, no one is inside except a duo of tweed horses. She staggers to the horse, clutching her abdomen when suddenly she tripper and falls headfirst into a stall, wedging herself between the wooden fence on one side of the stall.

The apparent motion makes her puke as alcohol poisoning takes its cost on the nineteen-year-old lady friend. Eventually, she passes out, draped over the fence like a blonde rag doll.

Inside the stalling is an old white stallion named Duke who stood passively chewing hay as Gemma fell through his stall. Tonight is his night off, and as the olfaction of vomitive filled the air as he grunted, huffed, and shifted uncomfortably. As Gemma lay still, he decides to look into and mystify his nose in her overturned ass and takes a sniff. He smells her sex, something he knows since a former owner used to hire him out for sex with women.

The smelling of her young puss made him finger Pres Young again. He remembered the impression of a tight homo cunt wrapped around his big knob. He pushed his olfactory organ into her taking a big deep puff of air. Her twat intoxicated him. Using his nose, he nudged her short skirt up to expose her ass. Gemma didn't have panties on. He nudged her legs apart so she's perfectly presented to him and the sight of her expose cunt makes him nicker excitedly. His huge rooster already hanging low by this peak, is stiffening.

Gemma's puffy pale labia, precious clit, and a tuft of blonde pubic hair above private road him wild with luxuria. He jumps, as if a Bronco himself, and lands with his front hooves resting on the fence, supporting his weighting. Her taut puss still seems unreachable to his heavy cock. He snorts in defeat and decides to edge his way forward with his back legs. It's hard to see looking back as this fille is so small compared to Duke. When he feels the end of his flared pommel touch her. He gently probes, rubbing his flanged boss over her cunt, wetting it with his leaking precum.

His powerful muscles tighten, and veins stick out under his flannel coat. Duke pushes, feeling her cunt resist at number one, yet the military group of his intentions wins and slowly he splices her twat open and slips inside her tight wetness. Gemma groans and relocation, but not enough to reposition his massive knob. He waits a instant, filling her inside with his sticky, slimed precum to lubricate her. Gemma begins to grind on his cock.

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

The sawbuck starts to thrust his rose hip, sliding his cock as far as it can go, feeling how loaded she is around him. Duke loves it. He starts to bonk harder and faster. Each ramming cerebrovascular accident of his immense putz making her puss longer and yearner, so more hammer is swallowed with every thrust. The strait of squishing and slapping occupy the room. Gemma moans loudly, her head is moving around uncontrollably. Duke 's cock slides deeply and deeper into her consistency, he can feel the fence palings pushing against her stomach.

Gemma's so fuddle she doesn't feel pain at this maddening stretching of her puss, she only feels the pleasure of the detrition and the fullness. Duke is snorting and nickering above her as his massive Hammond organ slides deeply inside her. Her grunts and groans turn him on, makes his pecker even harder. He fucks her faster now, as he feels an sexual climax building in his body. Something he hasn't felt in years. His Lucille Ball tingle as the swing in the air below him.

Gemma begins to throw off and flitter all over, as a full-body sexual climax takes hold. She grunts and moan unintelligible moans as her face thrill red. Duke feeling her cunt spasm all over his cock rams her tied harder, driving her orgasm into overdrive. Her body twitches below him helpless and overpowered by his big stallion hammer. He feels the pride only a pairing stallion can feel when he has his mare at his mercy.

He pounds onward, feeling his age depart his trunk and remembering the pastures and mares of his youth. Gemma's slit continues to spasm as one coming drives into another, as the waves on the beach, crashing over her and engulfing her in extreme joy. Finally, he reaches the culmination of his lustfulness, and with a nicker, he unloads gallons of his hot, thick cum deep inside her body.

Her niggling body isn't designed to do by this very much cum, and soon after he starts cumming, white semen gushes from around his tool engulfed by her slit. Cum squeezes out under air pressure and sprays her legs and the story behind her. Duke sigh and razzing satiated and takes a few step back.

His giant star tool softens quickly, and eventually, it pops out of Gemma's abused pussy, making Sir Thomas More cum drip out behind. He jumps off the fencing and movement to the backrest of the stall. After a while, he falls asleep.

*****

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

He stands with hands on hips, staring at Gemma with a deep frown. Suddenly, she raises her top dog and sees him.

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

The End .