Jerome was pleasently enjoying his rough sex with this new mare. Even as David's mare body grabbed and pulled on Jerome's big cock the simular memories of King Largo raced in his mind.
The thoughts of his male enhancement pills he'd been taking for the past six months had let Jerome with a cock the size of a large pony. A good sixteen inches from base to point, Jerome felt pure pleasure as he humped any horse around.
At last the mare calmed and without his bucket to stand upon Jerome found himself hung be his cock and held by David's grasp. Moaning with relief Jerome felt the grip loosen. Slowly he slipped down the mare's round rump till he fell to his bare butt. Laying back Jerome felt the passioned memories bring on another rigid hard.
David wandered about the stall shaking his head in disgust of a youth he thought was pure and upstanding. Watching Jerome get his pants on and seeing him gather his cowboy boots from the corners of her stall, David had a thought.
The moments of excitement brought with them the personal need to take a hardy good piss. Meanwhile as Jerome wandered the stall getting his footware he let out a yowl.
Plopping to the straw a red stain began to show in his white cotton sock. Another yowl came as Jerome pulled from the sole of his foot a sharp piece of binding wire left over from when the straw was baled. A few minutes of preasure and the bleeding was almost stopped. A grunt and grown as the cowboy boot slipped up over the sore foot and into place. Now with a limp from pain Jerome walked past David, smoothing his hand down the withers, over her back and round lovely rump.
Standing on his good foot Jerome fumbled with the latch to the stall door. Suddenly he felt a warmth and the a hot wet feeling as if his boot and sore foot was bleeding heavy. A turn to see, saw instead a bright greenish stream of mare urine shooting from her legs and pouring down his leg, to fill the boot.
"Oh God No!" cried Jerome as the urine began to sting into the wounded foot down inside a boot filling with horse urine.
A short distance away a turned mare's head watched and wished her blessing upon Jerome. "My the urine of a mare bless the wound and blood of your foot! My Jerome enjoy part of this spell till he finds himself in a simular Hell!" rhymed David thinking of the spell's wording.
A grumbling Jerome squwished his way out the barn, a satified mare lay down to think of coming days ahead.