The crowd around her cheer up and toasted, wearing the orange tree and down in the mouth New Jersey with numbers game of their favorite participant, many had detonator on with the Bronco's bowelless stallion emblazoned it, and some wore T-shirts with the Sami emblem. The crowd and Gemma have been celebrating for hours now in the small bar in downtown Denver and were by this power point hammered. Gemma suddenly had a C new Quaker as she partied with multitude she hardly knew, and they brought her drinks hoping they could get into the jolly blonde 's bloomers too. So by two am, she could hardly take the air, and as her binge drinking became too much for her small body to handle, she suddenly felt sick.

Gemma decided she needed some reinvigorated air and left the bar to go outside for a import, 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 anaesthetic sawbuck and carriage hustler kept his horses stabled here, although she didn't know that at the time. Gemma needed a place to vomitus and fast. The door is open and a sparkle on interior, however, no one is inside except a couple of gabardine sawbuck. She staggers to the Equus caballus, clutching her breadbasket when suddenly she trips and falls headfirst into a booth, wedging herself between the wooden fence on one slope of the stall.

The apparent movement makes her emesis as alcohol poisoning takes its price on the nineteen-year-old girl. Eventually, she passes out, draped over the fencing like a blonde rag doll.

Inside the stall 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 tone of emesis filled the air as he grunted, huffed, and shifted uncomfortably. As Gemma lay still, he decides to enquire and sticks his olfactory organ in her retrousse ass and takes a snuff. He smells her sex, something he knows since a previous proprietor used to hire him out for sex with women.

The scent of her young pussy made him sense unseasoned again. He remembered the flavour of a sloshed homo cunt wrapped around his big pommel. He pushed his nozzle into her taking a big trench whiff. Her cunt intoxicated him. Using his olfactory organ, he nudged her short skirt up to expose her ass. Gemma didn't have scanty on. He nudged her wooden leg apart so she's perfectly presented to him and the sight of her scupper cunt makes him nicker excitedly. His huge stopcock already hanging low by this point, is stiffening.

Gemma's puffy pale labia, cute clitoris, and a tuft of blonde pubic hair above driving force him godforsaken with lust. He jumps, as if a broncho himself, and lands with his front hooves resting on the fence, supporting his weightiness. Her close bitch still seems unreachable to his hard cock. He snorts in frustration and decides to inch his way forward with his binding legs. It's hard to see looking back as this fille is so diminished compared to Duke. When he feels the end of his flared knob tactile sensation her. He gently probes, rubbing his flanged knob over her bitch, wetting it with his leaking precum.

His potent heftiness tighten, and venous blood vessel stick out under his white coating. Duke pushes, feeling her cunt resist at first, yet the personnel of his purpose wins and slowly he splices her cunt open and slips inside her tight wetness. Gemma moan and moves, but not enough to dislodge his massive knob. He waits a moment, filling her inside with his sticky, vile precum to lubricate her. Gemma begins to grind on his cock.

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

The horse starts to thrust his hips, sliding his cock as far as it can go, feeling how blotto she is around him. Duke loves it. He starts to fuck harder and faster. Each ramming stroke of his Brobdingnagian cock making her twat thirster and longer, so more cock is swallowed with every thrust. The phone of squishing and slapping satiate the way. Gemma moans loudly, her head is moving around uncontrollably. Duke 's cock slides deeper and deeper into her body, he can palpate the fencing palings pushing against her stomach.

Gemma's so wino she doesn't tactile property pain at this maddening stretching of her pussy, she only feels the pleasure of the friction and the voluminousness. Duke is snorting and nickering above her as his massive organ slide deeply inside her. Her grunts and groans turn him on, makes his dick even harder. He fucks her faster now, as he feels an orgasm building in his body. Something he hasn't felt in geezerhood. His musket ball tingle as the swing in the air below him.

Gemma begins to stir and pulsate all over, as a full-body orgasm takes hold. She grunt and moans opaque groan as her aspect flushes red. Duke feeling her snatch spasm all over his cock rams her level harder, driving her orgasm into overuse. Her body twitches below him helpless and overpowered by his big stallion cock. He feels the pride only a union stallion can feel when he has his female horse 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 cunt continues to spasm as one sexual climax drives into another, as the waving on the beach, crashing over her and engulfing her in extreme pleasure. Finally, he reaches the completion of his lust, and with a whinny, he unloads gallons of his hot, dense cum recondite inside her body.

Her fiddling soundbox isn't designed to handle this lots cum, and soon after he starts cumming, gabardine semen ebullition from around his shaft engulfed by her cunt. Cum squeezes out under pressure level and sprays her legs and the floor behind her. Duke sigh and Bronx cheer satiated and takes a few stone's throw back.

His giant cock softens quickly, and eventually, it pops out of Gemma's abused twat, making more cum dribble out behind. He jumps off the fence and relocation to the back of the stall. After a while, he falls asleep.

*****

"Oh, piece of ass, another rummy,"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 head and sees him.

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

The End .