She stood in the barn doorway, heart hammering, staring at the big bay pony in his stall. Eighteen and untouched by anything but her own fingers, Jenna had spent weeks watching him, wondering what that thick, dark cock would feel like stretching her open. Tonight the farm was empty. No one to stop her.
She stripped fast, letting her clothes drop into the straw. Her nipples were already tight, her pussy wet and aching. The pony lifted his head, ears forward, as she climbed into the stall. His smell hit her hard—musky, animal, strong. It made her cunt throb.
Jenna dropped to her knees in front of him. His sheath hung heavy. She reached under and rubbed, fingers sliding over warm skin until the tip of his cock started to push out, pink and slick. She wrapped both hands around it and stroked, watching it lengthen and thicken until it was longer than her forearm, veins standing out, the head flared and blunt.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” she whispered, voice rough. She leaned in and licked the tip, tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum that leaked from the slit. The pony stamped a hoof but didn’t move away. She opened her mouth and took what she could, sucking the head while her hands worked the shaft. Spit ran down her chin. Her pussy dripped onto the straw.
She needed more. Standing, she turned her back to him, braced her hands on the wall, and spread her legs. The pony’s cock swung against her ass, hot and heavy. She reached back, guided the blunt head between her folds, and rubbed it up and down her slit, coating it in her juices.
When she pushed back, the head pressed against her tight hole. It didn’t go in easy.
She had to rock and twist, grunting, forcing herself down on it. The stretch burned. Her cunt lips spread wide around that thick pony cock until finally the head popped inside. Jenna cried out, half pain, half filthy pleasure.
She stayed still for a moment, panting, feeling her pussy pulse around the intrusion. Then she pushed back again, taking another inch, then another. The pony shifted, and suddenly his hips jerked forward. Several more inches slammed into her. Jenna’s knees nearly buckled. She was so full she could barely breathe.
“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Come on, fuck me.”
The pony needed no more encouragement. He thrust again, short and powerful, driving deeper each time. Jenna’s tits swung under her. Her cunt made wet, obscene sounds as that massive cock worked in and out. She reached down and rubbed her clit hard, coming almost instantly, her walls clamping around the invading shaft.
The pony kept fucking her through it, relentless. Every thrust knocked the air from her lungs. She felt him swell even thicker. His balls slapped against her. When he came, it was sudden and overwhelming—hot, thick jets flooding her pussy, so much cum it gushed out around his cock and ran down her thighs in heavy streams.
Jenna stayed impaled on him, shaking, cum leaking steadily from her stretched hole. She reached back and stroked what was left of his shaft, milking the last pulses. When he finally softened and slipped out, a rush of pony cum poured from her, splattering the straw.
She dropped to her knees again, exhausted and satisfied, and licked the softening cock clean, tasting herself mixed with him. Her cunt ached in the best way, used and dripping. She already knew she’d be back tomorrow night, ready to take even more.
