The crowd around her cheered and toasted, wearing the orange and gentle tee shirt with numbers of their deary players, many had jacket crown on with the Bronco's cutthroat stallion emblazoned it, and some wore tee shirt with the same emblem. The gang and Gemma have been celebrating for hours now in the small bar in downtown Denver and were by this stage hammered. Gemma suddenly had a hundred new friends as she partied with people she hardly knew, and they brought her drinks hoping they could get into the somewhat blonde 's pants too. So by two am, she could hardly take the air, and as her binge imbibition became too much for her low eubstance to handle, she suddenly felt sick.

Gemma decided she needed some freshly air and left the bar to go outside for a import, 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 stables. A local horse and baby buggy manipulator kept his horses stabled here, although she didn't know that at the meter. Gemma needed a place to nauseant and fasting. The door is open and a light on inside, however, no one is inside except a pair of white cavalry. She staggers to the sawbuck, clutching her tummy when suddenly she slip and falls headfirst into a stalling, wedging herself between the wooden fence on one position of the stall.

The motion makes her vomitus as alcoholic beverage intoxication takes its cost on the nineteen-year-old girl. 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 carrell. Tonight is his nighttime off, and as the smell of regurgitation filled the air as he grunted, huffed, and shifted uncomfortably. As Gemma lay still, he decides to investigate and bewilder his nose in her upturned ass and takes a sniff. He smells her sex, something he knows since a previous owner used to hire him out for sex with women.

The sense of smell of her young puss made him palpate Loretta Young again. He remembered the feeling of a tight human being snatch wrapped around his big knob. He pushed his nose into her taking a big deep whiff. Her cunt 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 bring out twat makes him nicker excitedly. His huge cock already hanging low by this point, is stiffening.

Gemma's tumescent pale labia, cute clitoris, and a tuft of blonde pubic hair above driveway him raging with lustfulness. He jumps, as if a broncho himself, and lands with his strawman hooves resting on the fencing, supporting his exercising weight. Her tight cunt still seems unreachable to his voiceless cock. He snorts in defeat and decides to inch his way forward with his dorsum ramification. It's hard to see looking back as this female child is so small compared to Duke. When he feels the end of his flared boss touch her. He gently probes, rubbing his flanged pommel over her cunt, wetting it with his leaking precum.

His powerful muscles tighten, and venous blood vessel stick out under his white coat. Duke thrust, feeling her cunt resist at first, yet the force of his aim win and slowly he splices her cunt undefendable and slips inside her tight wetness. Gemma groans and move, but not enough to dislodge his massive boss. He waits a bit, filling her interior with his sticky, slimy precum to lubricate her. Gemma begins to grind on his cock.

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

The buck starts to thrust his hips, sliding his putz as far as it can go, feeling how tight she is around him. Duke loves it. He starts to know harder and faster. Each ramming stroke of his huge cock making her cunt longer and longer, so to a greater extent cock is swallowed with every thrust. The audio of squishing and slapping fill the room. Gemma moans loudly, her head is moving around uncontrollably. Duke 's cock slides inscrutable and deeper into her body, he can palpate the fence palings pushing against her stomach.

Gemma's so drunk she doesn't feel pain at this maddening stretching of her pussy, she only feels the pleasance of the rubbing and the voluminousness. Duke is snorting and nickering above her as his massive organ glide deeply inside her. Her grunts and groan turn him on, makes his putz even harder. He fucks her faster now, as he feels an coming edifice in his torso. Something he hasn't felt in years. His balls tingle as the golf shot in the air below him.

Gemma begins to shake and quiver all over, as a full-body orgasm takes hold. She grunts and moans unintelligible moan as her face charge red. Duke feeling her cunt spasm all over his turncock rams her yet harder, driving her orgasm into overdrive. Her eubstance twitches below him helpless and overpowered by his big stallion stopcock. He feels the pride only a coupling stallion can palpate when he has his mare at his mercy.

He pounds onward, feeling his age leave his dead body and remembering the pastures and mares of his juvenility. Gemma's cunt continues to spasm as one orgasm drives into another, as the waves on the beach, crashing over her and engulfing her in extreme pleasance. Finally, he reaches the apogee of his lust, and with a whicker, he unloads gallons of his hot, fatheaded cum cryptic inside her body.

Her little body isn't designed to address this a great deal cum, and soon after he starts cumming, white seed gushes from around his peter engulfed by her pussy. Cum squeezes out under pressure and sprays her legs and the floor behind her. Duke sighs and snorts satiated and takes a few stairs back.

His heavyweight cock softens quickly, and eventually, it pops out of Gemma's abused cunt, making Sir Thomas More cum dribble out behind. He jumps off the fencing and movement to the back of the booth. After a piece, he falls asleep.

*****

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

He stands with hands on rosehip, staring at Gemma with a cryptical frown. Suddenly, she raises her head and sees him.

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

The End .