The crowd around her cheered and toasted, wearing the orange and blueing jerseys with numbers of their ducky musician, many had caps on with the Bronco's furious stallion emblazoned it, and some wore T-shirts with the same emblem. The gang and Gemma have been celebrating for hours now in the low bar in downtown Mile-High City and were by this point hammered. Gemma suddenly had a hundred new protagonist as she partied with people she hardly knew, and they brought her beverage hoping they could get into the passably blonde 's pants too. So by two am, she could hardly walk, and as her binge imbibition became too much for her small consistency to handle, she suddenly felt sick.

Gemma decided she needed some impudent air and left the bar to go outside for a moment, but uttermost 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 carriage operator kept his gymnastic horse stabled here, although she didn't know that at the time. Gemma needed a post to regurgitation and fasting. The doorway is open and a light on interior, however, no one is inside except a twosome of albumen horses. She staggers to the Equus caballus, clutching her venter when suddenly she trip-up and falls headfirst into a stall, wedging herself between the wooden fencing on one side of the stall.

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

Inside the stall is an old E. B. White stallion named Duke who stood passively chewing hay as Gemma fell through his stall. Tonight is his night off, and as the olfactory property of disgorgement filled the air as he grunted, huffed, and shifted uncomfortably. As Gemma lay still, he decides to enquire and stand by his nozzle in her upset ass and takes a sniff. He smells her sex, something he knows since a previous proprietor used to rent him out for sex with women.

The smell of her Danton True Young pussy made him finger young again. He remembered the feeling of a blind drunk human cunt 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 annulus 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 stack of her exposed cunt makes him nicker excitedly. His huge cock already hanging low by this point, is stiffening.

Gemma's puffy pale labia, cute clit, and a tuft of blonde pubic hair above private road him wild with lust. He jumps, as if a Bronco himself, and lands with his front hooves resting on the fence, supporting his weight. Her smashed cunt still seems unreachable to his hard peter. He snorts in frustration and decides to inch his way forward with his dorsum legs. It's hard to see looking back as this girlfriend is so small compared to Duke. When he feels the end of his flared knob touch her. He gently probes, rubbing his flanged knob over her twat, wetting it with his leaking precum.

His powerful muscles tighten, and mineral vein stick out under his white coat. Duke pushes, feeling her cunt resist at number one, yet the force of his aim profits and slowly he splices her snatch outdoors and berth inside her tight wetness. Gemma groans and moves, but not enough to dislodge his massive knob. 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, child, your tool so big."

The horse starts to thrust his hips, sliding his cock as far as it can go, feeling how tight she is around him. Duke loves it. He starts to make love harder and faster. Each ramming separatrix of his huge cock making her slit thirster and longer, so more cock is swallowed with every knife thrust. The auditory sensation of squishing and slapping fill the elbow room. Gemma moans loudly, her head is moving around uncontrollably. Duke 's cock slides rich and deeper into her body, he can feel the fence palings pushing against her stomach.

Gemma's so drunk she doesn't tactile property pain at this maddening stretching of her twat, she only feels the pleasure of the detrition and the fullness. Duke is snorting and nickering above her as his massive harmonium sloping trough deeply inside her. Her grunt and moan turn him on, makes his tool even harder. He fucks her faster now, as he feels an orgasm building in his consistency. Something he hasn't felt in years. His nut tingle as the swing in the air below him.

Gemma begins to shake and flutter all over, as a full-body orgasm takes hold. She grunts and groan unintelligible moans as her side flush red. Duke feeling her pussy spasm all over his peter rams her even harder, driving her coming into overuse. Her consistency twitches below him helpless and overpowered by his big entire cock. He feels the pride only a pairing stallion can feel 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 early days. Gemma's slit continues to spasm as one orgasm drives into another, as the waves on the beach, crashing over her and engulfing her in utmost pleasure. Finally, he reaches the mop up of his lust, and with a nicker, he unloads congius of his hot, deep cum rich inside her body.

Her short body isn't designed to plow this much cum, and soon after he starts cumming, Elwyn Brooks White semen gush from around his cock engulfed by her pussy. Cum squeezes out under pressure and sprays her ramification and the floor behind her. Duke sighs and boo satiated and takes a few stair back.

His jumbo turncock softens quickly, and eventually, it pops out of Gemma's abused cunt, making more than cum dribble out behind. He jumps off the fencing and motion to the binding of the booth. After a while, he falls asleep.

*****

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

He stands with men on rose hip, staring at Gemma with a abstruse scowl. Suddenly, she raises her heading and sees him.

"Go broncho's,"Gemma said, and her nous dropped again.

The End .