She kicked the stall door shut behind her and dropped to her knees in the straw. The barn smelled thick with hay, sweat, and the heavy musk of the stallion. Her name was Lena, twenty-eight, and she had stopped pretending this was just curiosity weeks ago. Tonight she wanted the real thing.
The big black stallion stood quiet in his stall, cock already half out of its sheath from the smell of her. Lena yanked her shorts down and kicked them aside. No panties. She was soaked. She crawled forward on all fours until her face was level with that thick, veined length. It was longer than her forearm, blunt and dark, the head flared wide. She wrapped both hands around it and stroked, feeling it swell and twitch in her grip.
"Fuck, look at you," she whispered, voice low and rough. "So fucking big." She pressed her lips to the head and licked, tasting salt and heat. Her tongue dragged along the underside, tracing the heavy veins. The stallion snorted but stayed still. Lena opened wide and took as much of the head into her mouth as she could, gagging when it hit the back of her throat. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her bare tits.
She pulled off, gasping, and reached between her legs. Two fingers sank straight into her cunt. She was dripping, walls clenching around nothing. She needed more. Lena stood, turned, and backed up until the fat head of that horsecock pressed right against her slick folds. She reached back, grabbed it, and rubbed the blunt tip up and down her slit, coating it in her juices.
"Open me up," she muttered. She pushed back. The head stretched her entrance wide, wider than any toy or cock she had ever taken. Pain and pleasure mixed sharp and hot. She rocked, working it in inch by inch, grunting every time another thick section slid past her entrance. Her thighs shook. Halfway in, she stopped, panting, cunt stretched obscenely around the middle of that massive shaft.
Lena started to fuck herself on it. Slow at first, then harder, slamming her ass back until the flared head battered against her cervix. Every thrust made wet, filthy sounds. Her juices ran down the length of the horsecock and dripped into the straw. She reached down and rubbed her clit in fast circles, moaning loud enough that the horse stamped once.
Deeper. She wanted it deeper. She braced her hands on the stall wall and pushed back until the entire head popped inside and the thickest part of the shaft stretched her entrance to its limit. Her belly felt full. She could see the faint bulge low in her abdomen when she looked down. That sight made her cunt clamp hard.
She fucked faster, riding the stallion's cock like a desperate slut. Sweat ran between her tits. Her moans turned into broken curses. "Fuck, fuck, it's so big—stretching my cunt so wide—" Her fingers blurred on her clit. The orgasm hit sudden and brutal. Her legs buckled. Her pussy spasmed and squirted around the invading shaft, clear fluid splashing down the dark length and onto the floor.
She didn't pull off. She kept grinding, riding through the aftershocks, cunt still fluttering. The stallion shifted and she felt the first hot pulse deep inside her. Thick ropes of cum flooded her stretched hole, so much that it overflowed and ran out around the shaft in heavy streams. Lena moaned again, rubbing her clit through a second, smaller climax while the stallion emptied into her.
When she finally eased forward, the horsecock slid free with a wet sound. A flood of cum poured out of her gaping cunt and down her thighs. She dropped to her knees again, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked them clean, tasting the sharp, animal flavor mixed with her own.
Lena stayed there on the straw, breathing hard, cunt still twitching and dripping. She knew she would be back tomorrow night. Same stall. Same thick, filthy need. And next time she planned to take even more.
