Kris had taken a fancy to many of the stallions at the ranch over the past few summers during long hours of helping out, His favorite chore had been Bath time, Bathing the Stallions, Esspecialy the Stud's having to get hands on with their monsterously sized Cock's all in the name of Cleaning! He couldnt help it if he had to steal a taste, With lips sealed tight around one legnth or another, It would of been love at first thrust. When that first stallion bucked, Sending its legnth down Kris's throat before it came, He thought he would drown as he gagged, Choked till thick gummy bits of seed spilled out of his nose, Ever since he grew more and more daring untill finally he started to Steal his sisters clothes to approch the ranch, Figuring no one would interfere if they saw some young girl doing lewd things with a horse. He was just months past 16 years old and able to drive, His features painted with a deepening shade of blush at the mere thought of what was to come, He wore little more than That oh so short mesh top was hard to miss, Hugging that shapely little firm, Lack of bust was commen for a girl that age, With a cute little black Choker fitted around his throat he had no idea just how well it made him fit for what was to come, Those short locks of hair brushed to a painful perfection just to mimic that all to slutty look With White Thigh high stockings and shockingly colored Knee high leather heels the outfit was complete, He blushed furiously with just the thought of what he was setting out to do, To take his so called relationship with a certain stallion to an entirely new level. It didnt take long for him to make way into the stables without being noticed, To much, Able to feel the eyes of certain ranch hands and the whispers of what a dressed up girl would be doing here of all places. The Ranch hands had grown used to the presence of the girl Some of them enjoyed her presence even, while others simply were not paid enough to care. Many of the ranch workers had grown tired of having to clean up the mess less in her wake. For the past few years since he was little more than 13 years old he had enjoyed the company of the Stallions, Few of which he tristed to never trample him in the process of those lewd acts, Once inside the stables he moved like a harlot with every step having a lewd little wiggle in those hips, He had planned on doing much more than in his past visits, The poor horse he was sure would never have a real chance to Stud, Not for years, Something he tried to remedy several times but found the hands on approch taking longer and more work each encounter, Even his lips, those ruby painted lips when streched around that legnth he could only last so long, It would make quite the sight, With that towering beast that would have easily 500lbs on him or more, but he could never leave, Not till the Stallion was huffing and drooling, completely spent of its seed, And kris had a pudgy tummy for his trouble, This time, He had a plan.