Yankee Cowboy
#3 of Stand Alone Complex.
Liz would be the first to admit, it was the accent that hooked her. The mare had been smitten when trying to explain to David, a Shire horse she knew from work, that the term "Southern Yank." Was as paradoxical as Liz calling David a "Wales Londoner."
However, it was the off color joke in referring to how it is possible to be a Yank cowboy that found the Clydesdale mare in a ten gallon hat and a vest that did nothing to cover her prominent breasts. The sole reason she agreed to wear any of it was to see David wearing tan leather chaps that accented his black loins so wonderfully.
It was a lovely contrast, white mare to bed a black stallion, well, almost black. Liz found the white forelocks to be adorable. All this ran through the mare's mind as she stared at seven foot tall equine on her bed, few guys dated Liz, most were put off by her height.
However, the guys that weren't, rarely satisfied her needs. Then again, few people can satisfy a Clydesdale. This would not be the case with David. One look at the one foot two inches obsidian pillar that was his penis told her that size would not be an issue in whether her G spot was hit.
As she approached the bed, Liz could smell David's musk, a mix of virile stallion, cigarette smoke and whiskey. Feeling a wetness on her thighs, she looked down, shocked to see that his scent had made her sex so wet! Clearly, even her body thought it had been too long since she got laid as well!
Carefully straddling the Shire horse, Liz guided the vaguely heart shaped glans into her sex, the ridges on the edges of the head rubbing her labia so wonderfully. Down, down, down she went, past the medial ring, loud slurps and squelches escaping her snatch as the thick organ displaced the air and mucus inside her body.
Liz panted upon hilting, David's groin fur mussed up with her sex juices. It was clear he was a gentleman, he didn't thrust, and he waited for Liz to decide the next course of action.
Needless to say, Liz's next course was getting used to massive ebony shaft inside her. It had been ages since she had been filled so fully, it was if the onyx organ was designed just for her. The head of the shaft was seated perfectly against her g spot; the slightest movement caused the glans to rub her innards the right way.
However, once settled, the air was soon full of moans and whinnies. Riding the obsidian phallus, the Yank cowgirl gasped when David started to buck like a bronco.
The bareback babe handled the bucking boy without breaking his bodacious bits. Vest flapping, breasts bouncing, the Clydesdale rode the English gent for all his worth.
Liz, if asked to recount the experience, could not tell you how long it lasted, time seemed to move strangely. All she knew was, when she had her orgasm, time seemed to go slowly.
And, if you ask David, he would tell you there are few things that make a bloke pop off quickly or as hard during a shag then having lady orgasm on your knob.
What they both knew was, when Liz came, David did as well, very hard and very loudly. So loudly in fact, they had their neighbor pounding on Liz's door.
"Oye, Sod off you tosser." David called out "Can't a bloke get a cuddle in peace?"