The barn smelled like hay and sweat and the thick, musky scent of the stallion. Sarah, twenty-four and alone on her uncle’s farm for the week, had been fighting the itch between her legs all afternoon. She’d watched the big black horse pacing in his stall, cock already half out of its sheath, thick and veined and dripping.
She stripped naked right there on the straw, tits bouncing free, pussy already slick. “Fuck it,” she muttered. “No one’s here.”
The horse snorted when she climbed into the stall. His name was Thunder, and he was huge, all muscle and heat. Sarah dropped to her knees in front of him, reaching under his belly. Her hand wrapped around that heavy cock and she groaned at how hot and thick it felt. She stroked him slow at first, then faster, watching the flared head swell and leak clear pre-cum onto the straw.
Thunder stamped a hoof but didn’t pull away. Sarah leaned in and licked the tip, tasting the salty slick. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the head in, tongue swirling, spit running down her chin. The horse’s cock jerked in her grip, growing even harder. She couldn’t take more than a few inches, but she worked him with both hands, jerking him off while she sucked and moaned like a filthy slut.
Her free hand dropped between her own legs, fingers plunging into her soaked cunt. She was dripping, clit throbbing. She needed more.
Sarah stood, turned around, and braced her hands on the wooden wall of the stall. She spread her legs and pushed her ass back. “Come on, boy,” she panted. “Mount me.”
Thunder needed no more encouragement. He reared up, heavy hooves landing on the boards above her shoulders, and his massive cock slapped between her thighs. Sarah reached back, grabbed the slick shaft, and lined that blunt head up with her entrance. She was tight, but she was also soaked and desperate. She pushed back hard.
The head stretched her open with a wet, obscene sound.
Sarah cried out, half pain, half raw pleasure, as inch after thick inch sank into her. Thunder’s cock was bigger than anything she’d ever taken. It forced her pussy wide, filling her until she could barely breathe. She felt every vein, every pulse.
The horse started thrusting. Short, powerful strokes that drove deeper each time. Sarah’s tits swung beneath her, nipples brushing the rough wood. Her cunt clenched and fluttered around the invading shaft. “Yes, fuck me,” she gasped. “Fill that pussy.”
Thunder’s balls slapped against her clit with every thrust. Pre-cum and her own juices ran down her thighs in shiny trails. She reached down and rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles, chasing the orgasm that was already building like a storm.
The stallion’s rhythm grew rougher, more urgent. His cock swelled even thicker inside her, stretching her to the limit. Sarah’s legs shook. She came hard, pussy spasming and squirting around the massive horse cock, mouth open in a silent scream.
Thunder didn’t stop. He kept pounding, using her like a breeding mare. Sarah stayed braced, letting him use her, another orgasm rolling through her before the first had even faded. Her cunt was a sloppy, stretched mess, but she loved every brutal inch.
Finally the horse’s thrusts stuttered. He drove in deep and stayed there, cock pulsing. Hot, thick jets of cum flooded her insides, more than she could hold. It overflowed around his shaft and poured out of her in heavy streams, splattering on the straw between her feet.
Sarah moaned through it, fingers still working her clit, milking every drop. When Thunder finally pulled out, a thick rope of cum followed, hanging from her gaping pussy before it dropped. She stayed bent over for a moment, breathing hard, cunt twitching and leaking.
Then she turned around, dropped to her knees again, and licked the stallion’s still-dripping cock clean, tasting her own juices mixed with his seed.
She was already planning to do it again tomorrow.
