She stepped into the barn at midnight, heart hammering, knowing exactly what she wanted. The air smelled like hay, sweat, and animal musk. Her short dress clung to her body, no panties underneath, nipples already hard against the thin fabric. She had come for the stallion again.
The big black horse shifted in his stall, ears flicking. His cock was already half out, thick and veined, hanging heavy between his legs. She’d been sneaking out here for weeks, ever since she caught him mounting the mare and saw that massive dick slam home. Tonight she was done watching.
“Come on, boy,” she whispered, voice low and filthy. She dropped to her knees in the straw and reached under him, wrapping both hands around his shaft. It was hot, throbbing, bigger than any man’s cock she’d ever touched. She stroked him slow at first, then faster, smearing the slick pre-cum down his length. “That’s it. Get hard for me.”
The stallion snorted, stamping one hoof. His cock swelled fully, the head flaring wide and dark. She leaned in and licked a long stripe up the underside, tasting salt and musk. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked the tip, tongue working the slit. Spit ran down her chin as she tried to take more, gagging when the head pushed against the back of her throat. She pulled off, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” she groaned. Her pussy was dripping down her thighs. She stood, hiked her dress up, and turned around, bending over the stall rail. She reached back and spread herself, showing him her wet cunt. “Come on. Mount me.”
The horse needed no more invitation. He moved forward, powerful body looming over her. His front legs came up on the rail on either side of her, caging her in. She felt the blunt head of his cock nudge between her legs, smearing hot pre-cum over her folds. She reached back, grabbed him, and lined him up.
The first push stretched her brutally. She cried out, voice echoing in the barn, as the head popped inside. It felt like being split open. She pushed back anyway, greedy for it, taking another inch, then another.
Her cunt clenched and fluttered around the invading thickness. “Yes, fuck, give it to me,” she panted.
The stallion thrust harder, driving half his length into her in one go. Her belly bulged slightly from the sheer size. She clawed at the rail, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure-pain. He started fucking her in earnest then, powerful hips snapping forward, that massive cock pounding deep. Each thrust forced wet, obscene sounds from her stretched pussy. Juices and pre-cum splashed down her legs.
She came hard within minutes, whole body shaking, cunt pulsing around him. But he didn’t stop. He kept slamming into her, deeper, until she felt the flare of his head press against her cervix. Another orgasm ripped through her, then another. She was drooling, eyes rolled back, taking every brutal inch like the filthy slut she was.
When he finally came, it was a flood. Hot, thick jets of cum pumped straight into her womb, so much that it overflowed immediately, gushing out around his cock and pouring down her thighs in heavy streams. She moaned through it, grinding back, milking him for every drop.
He pulled out with a wet sound and stepped away. She stayed bent over the rail, legs trembling, cum still leaking from her wrecked cunt in thick white ropes. Her dress was soaked. She reached back, scooped some of the mess onto her fingers, and licked them clean, tasting him.
She already knew she’d be back tomorrow night. The barn wasn’t finished with her yet.
