The crowd around her cheered and toasted, wearing the Orange River and blue jerseys with numbers of their favorite players, many had pileus on with the broncho's bowelless stallion emblazoned it, and some wore jersey with the Same emblem. The bunch and Gemma have been celebrating for 60 minutes now in the lowly bar in downtown Mile-High City and were by this point hammered. Gemma suddenly had a one C new friend as she partied with people she hardly knew, and they brought her drinks hoping they could get into the pretty blond 's trouser too. So by two am, she could hardly walk, and as her binge drinking became too often for her small body to handle, she suddenly felt sick.

Gemma decided she needed some refreshing air and left the bar to go outside for a here and now, but extreme nausea wouldn't abate and her head teacher started spinning too. Looking around, she spotted an alley and staggered wildly down it, coming to some stalls. A local buck and pram hustler kept his buck stabled here, although she didn't know that at the time. Gemma needed a home to vomit and fasting. The room access is open and a luminance on inside, however, no one is inside except a yoke of albumen horses. She staggers to the horses, clutching her stomach when suddenly she trips and falls headfirst into a stand, wedging herself between the wooden fencing on one side of the stall.

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

Inside the booth is an old White River stallion named Duke who stood passively chewing hay as Gemma fell through his kiosk. Tonight is his dark off, and as the spirit of emetic filled the air as he grunted, huffed, and shifted uncomfortably. As Gemma lay still, he decides to look into and dumbfound his nose in her tip-tilted ass and takes a snuff. He smells her sex, something he knows since a previous possessor used to hire him out for sex with women.

The smell of her Thomas Young pussy made him find Whitney Moore Young Jr. again. He remembered the flavor of a blotto man puss wrapped around his big knob. He pushed his olfactory organ 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 tidy sum of her uncovered puss makes him nicker excitedly. His vast cock already hanging low by this point, is stiffening.

Gemma's tumescent pallid labia, cute clit, and a tussock of blonde pubic hair above drive him wild with lust. He jumps, as if a bronc himself, and lands with his front hooves resting on the fencing, supporting his weightiness. Her loaded cunt still seems unreached to his hard tool. He snorts in frustration and decides to inch his way forward with his back legs. It's operose to see looking back as this missy is so little compared to Duke. When he feels the end of his burn up knob cutaneous senses her. He gently probes, rubbing his flanged knob over her cunt, wetting it with his leaking precum.

His powerful muscle tighten, and veins stick out under his white coat. Duke push, feeling her cunt resist at first, yet the force of his intentions win and slowly he splices her cunt open and slips inside her tight wetness. Gemma moan and motility, but not enough to dislodge his massive knob. He waits a minute, filling her inside with his sticky, ugly 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 tight she is around him. Duke loves it. He starts to hump harder and faster. Each ramming cerebrovascular accident of his huge tool making her cunt longer and longer, so to a greater extent stopcock is swallowed with every knife thrust. The sound of squishing and slapping fill the elbow room. Gemma moans loudly, her head is moving around uncontrollably. Duke 's cock slides abstruse and deeper into her trunk, he can feel the fence paling pushing against her stomach.

Gemma's so drink in she doesn't feel pain in the ass at this maddening stretch of her slit, she only feels the pleasure of the friction and the comprehensiveness. Duke is snorting and nickering above her as his monolithic Hammond organ slides deeply inside her. Her grunts and moan turn him on, makes his cock even harder. He fucks her faster now, as he feels an orgasm building in his body. Something he hasn't felt in years. His egg tingle as the swing in the air below him.

Gemma begins to escape from and quiver all over, as a full-body sexual climax takes cargo area. She grunts and moans unintelligible moans as her face flushes red. Duke feeling her cunt spasm all over his cock rams her even harder, driving her climax into overdrive. Her physical structure twitches below him helpless and overpowered by his big stallion rooster. He feels the pride only a mating stallion can sense when he has his mare at his mercy.

He pounds onward, feeling his age leave his physical structure and remembering the eatage and mares of his youth. Gemma's slit continues to spasm as one orgasm drives into another, as the moving ridge on the beach, crashing over her and engulfing her in extremum pleasure. Finally, he reaches the apogee of his lust, and with a whinny, he unloads gallons of his hot, thickly cum deep inside her body.

Her little body isn't designed to handle this much cum, and soon after he starts cumming, white come outburst from around his stopcock engulfed by her pussy. Cum squeezes out under imperativeness and sprays her pegleg and the floor behind her. Duke suspiration and raspberry satiated and takes a few footstep back.

His giant prick softens quickly, and eventually, it pops out of Gemma's abused cunt, making Sir Thomas More cum slabber out behind. He jumps off the fence and moves to the backrest of the stall. After a while, he falls asleep.

*****

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

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

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

The End .