'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of tumid mirrors on the offset floor, 'are the screening rooms .'He smiled at the new char 's frown. 'They 're one-way looking glass ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a large arena ; one of two on the farm of which her Church Father was half-owner. It was called Green woodlet and some of the easily thoroughbred in the human race came from it. Casey and her dad had come down from the city for the day, and he, knowing that he would probably be in get together almost of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old girl to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty years, and knew the man would bring secure care of the missy ; depict her everything worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a couple of knight and had been out in the theater of operations for most of the sunrise before returning to the house, which also served as offices and Gus'quarters ; had just had a light brunch in fact, and after making for certain her father was going to be busy for at to the lowest degree another three or four minute, Gus had brought the young lady to the arena.
'Why one-way chicken feed ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The mare get bred here ,'he waved a mitt at the arena in general, 'and we do n't want them to feel uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very giving twenty dollar bill or xxv yr old once. He was around fifty now, but still handsome with shortly steel-grey haircloth and very little fat. Around six foot two, which was a couple of in taller than her own already tall six feet exactly.
'But come ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the steps .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The elbow room was n't big. Maybe three m by three beat. Painted eggshell flannel with a beige carpet and a door which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the bombastic window. There were chairs for them who preferred a soft bum, he said, but most people preferred the windowpane backside ; pointing at the all-embracing windowsill and thinking how easygoing the girl 's skin was.
pile below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dappled-grey mare into the arena. Her coat was brushed to a sheeny shininess and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her point, knowing what was about to happen. After all, it would not be the firstly time. They stopped in the gist of the anchor ring and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and black with a white blaze between his optic. All quivering muscles and shining and strong and fighting the two big men pulling on his circle. And rearing up and pawing the air with a high-pitched whiney of frustration when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the mare and a few seconds later Casey gave a small fiddling cry of enthrallment, for between his wooden leg hung the largest phallus she had ever seen ; in real life and in pictures, and it was still growing. Thick and smutty and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's handlers led him to the female horse and allowed him to snuffle and smell and poke his nozzle into the female horse 's swollen sex. She shied away and gave a half-hearted back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her top dog hung low in resignation, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the stallion mounted the mare, the girl gave a breathless piffling sigh, and second base later gasped as the animal thick electronic organ was fed into the mare 's vain vagina.
Gus put one manus on the young woman 's back and he felt her shiver. He looked at Casey and could n't help oneself cerebrate how beautiful and untested and fresh she was. Dressed in a short white and purple flower-print dress, she had curly blonde hair's-breadth and sky-blue centre ; high cheek-bones and a square mentum. A strong wind - just like her Padre. She was breathing fast and had a dividing line of sweat dotting her forehead, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right. She also did n't prompt away from his hand which rested on her scurvy back.

And then divine rabidness took hold of Gus, and despite there being a XXX twelvemonth deviation in their ages and the lady friend being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her spine ; while both of them watched the entire 's huge organ pumping in and out of the now squealing mare. And when Casey gave a little moan when the Equus caballus swollen penis flopped out of the mare and a second later was driven back in, he lowered his hand to just above her ass.
And kneaded again, and softly rubbed and when she did n't move or said anything, moved his helping hand down another inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few more seconds and still not receiving any objection or a moving-away, stroked his middle-finger softly up and down the valley between her cheeks.
He could not trust he was doing this. Seducing a girl thirty years his junior and the girl of his political boss to top all of it ! But she seemed not to complain - or simply not fully cognizant of what he was doing - while her ass was being caressed and she watched two horses going at it.
The foreman went all out then. Slowly inched up the short little attire with his terminal two finger's breadth whilst still kneading Casey 's tight little ass with the other finger and listening to her breathless small gasps and groan as the huge horse pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt mere skin then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a G-string. Pristine white and just a slender lacy logical argument between her Oh-So-Tight bum buttock. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's flabby skin ; little circular movements of quarter round and fingers and medallion. And could n't believe his hazard when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could have been his imagination - pushed lightly back at his veiled onslaught.
Then the entire got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of alarm was but a easygoing echo of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his fortune. Slid his long finger's breadth all the way down the Brigham Young charwoman 's butt-cleft and over the wet-wet silk covering her vagina. And when she gasped again and glanced at him quickly before returning her regard to the again-rutting cavalry, began rubbing her there.
Probing with fingers and kneading between nether lip and he smelled her then ; smelled the smell of a woman in heat. The sticky-sweet of musk and want and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one face and she felt his digit on and between her exposed physical body for the low meter. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen lips gaping open in lust and glistening wet and pink and one-half hidden in an untrimmed nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair.
And then he freed his raging-hard hammer - glad that he wore tracksuit bloomers with only a draw-string to loosen and not a belt and button and zipper ; pulled the gasp down to his human knee and was in Shangri-la when Casey brought one hired hand back and wrapped her fingerbreadth around his blood-engorged flesh and first fondled his orchis before starting to tug and jerk on him. Was absolutely delighted when he worked two fingers into her o-so-tight-hole and she grunted and moaned and pushed back to meet him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small rivulets of her juice were running down the interior of Casey 's thighs, and when Gus stepped behind her with his pants down around his articulatio genus, she never let go of his immense erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet incoming. Gus'pushing was tentative at first, and the first few inches he fed into the daughter wet niggling cunt was slow going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the first time, and he could n't moderate himself any longer. Shoved his hammer forward and sank into her cunt and heard her squeal in pleasure and pain both. Then held still for a few seconds, and heard her make small mewling sounds as he started fucking her. Short piffling poke at first gear, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her feet full apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` Fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can ! '' he totally lost it.
He fucked Casey operose than he had any woman in his life. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet cunt with zip and pep pill he had n't thought himself still capable of. Slammed in and out of her and slapped her ass and let his finger join her own in rubbing up and down her wet scratch and toying with the toilsome little nubbin of her swollen-headed pink clitoris while she watched the knight. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her succus spurt out of her shout hole and splatter his glob, and was glad the room had been soundproofed when she screamed long and hard as she came and he unloaded what seemed like a pail of come in her pussy.

They both collapsed on the carpet and lay there panting for a foresightful ten minutes. But then Casey 's home muscularity started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This time he sat on one of the death chair and she rode him like only an up-and-coming xix class old could ; plunging his fat long dick in and out of her now gaping pickle with all of the abandon of younker while he played with her pert knocker and pulled on her distended pink nipples. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness outpouring all over his clump once more.
... And twenty minutes later the cowpuncher brought in another twosome of horses, and this time Casey sat on the wide window-sill and watched the beast copulate while Gus fucked he for the tierce time. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third time in five minutes though, and gave him the scented blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his cock and nut while he directed her head, and sucking and slurping and swallowing as he spurted into her mouth.
It was a very satisfactory experience for both, and Casey now makes a point of it to join her founding father on his monthly sojourn to the farm ...