The barn smelled thick with hay, sweat, and that heavy musk of animal. Lena, twenty-eight and already dripping wet under her cutoff shorts, slipped inside after midnight. She had seen the new stallion earlier that day, black as night, muscles rolling under his coat, cock hanging heavy and half-hard even at rest. Her pussy clenched just thinking about it.
She stripped fast, tossing her tank top and shorts onto a bale. Naked, she climbed into the stall. The horse, called Thunder, snorted and stamped but didn’t shy away when she ran her hands down his flank. His skin was hot. She dropped lower, reaching under him, and wrapped both hands around his thick sheath. He was already swelling, the massive head pushing out, shiny and dark.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” she muttered, voice low and filthy. She stroked him slow at first, feeling the vein pulse under her palm. Thunder shifted his weight and his cock slid out farther, long and heavy, the tip flaring. Lena’s cunt throbbed. She leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside, tasting salt and heat. Her tongue couldn’t even cover half the width.
She needed it inside her. Now.
Lena dragged a low bench over and positioned herself under him on all fours, ass raised. She reached back, grabbed that slick, blunt head, and rubbed it against her soaked slit. The contact made her gasp. Thunder thrust his hips once on instinct, the tip pressing hard against her entrance. It was too big to take fast. She worked it in circles, grinding, smearing her juices over him until everything was slick.
When she pushed back hard, the head popped inside. Lena cried out, the stretch burning and perfect. “Yeah, fuck me with that horse cock,” she hissed. Thunder drove forward again, sinking another few inches. Her walls fluttered around the impossible girth. She could feel every ridge, every throb. Her belly already looked slightly distended.
She rocked back and forth, taking more each time. Sweat ran down her spine. The horse’s heavy balls swung against her thighs. Lena reached down and rubbed her clit in fast circles while she fucked herself on him. “Deeper, you big bastard. Fill me up.” Thunder grunted and thrust again, burying half his length. The pressure against her cervix made her vision spark.
She came hard, pussy clamping down, juices squirting around the thick shaft.
Thunder didn’t stop. He kept driving, short powerful strokes that jolted her whole body. Lena braced her hands on the bench, letting him use her. Each thrust knocked the breath from her lungs. Her tits swung beneath her, nipples tight.
When he started to flare wider inside her she knew he was close. She pushed back as far as she could, taking every inch she could handle. The flare stretched her open even more. Thunder’s cock jerked and pulsed, flooding her with thick, hot spurts. It overflowed instantly, running down her thighs in heavy streams. Lena moaned through another orgasm, shaking, her cunt milking him for everything.
They stayed locked like that for long minutes, his cock still twitching, her body trembling. Finally she eased forward, his softening length sliding out with a wet sound. Cum poured from her stretched hole, pooling on the straw.
Lena stayed on the bench a while, breathing hard, fingers lazily circling her swollen clit while more of his load leaked out. Thunder nosed at her hair, calm now. She smiled, already thinking about tomorrow night and how much more she could take.
