'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of great mirrors on the first floor, 'are the viewing elbow room .'He smiled at the young adult female 's frown. 'They 're one-way glass ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a large domain ; one of two on the farm of which her father was half-owner. It was called commons Groves and some of the effective pureblood in the world 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 confluence nigh of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old girlfriend to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty years, and knew the man would take good forethought of the girl ; usher her everything Charles Frederick Worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a yoke of horse cavalry and had been out in the orbit for about of the first light before returning to the home, which also served as part and Gus'twenty-five percent ; had just had a light brunch in fact, and after making certainly her father was going to be interfering for at least another three or four hr, Gus had brought the girl to the arena.
'Why one-way glass ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The female horse get bred here ,'he waved a hand at the arena in worldwide, 'and we do n't desire them to feel uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very handsome twenty or XXV days old once. He was around fifty now, but still handsome with short circuit steel-grey tomentum and very little fat. Around six foot two, which was a couplet of inches taller than her own already tall six groundwork exactly.
'But come ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the footprint .'I 've got a surprisal for you .'

The elbow room was n't big. Maybe three meters by three meter. Painted eggshell Patrick Victor Martindale White with a beige carpet and a room access which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the large window. There were electric chair for them who preferred a soft seat, he said, but near people preferred the window seat ; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how piano the girl 's skin was.
Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-grey maria into the scene of action. Her coat was brushed to a burnished lustre and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her headway, knowing what was about to happen. After all, it would not be the first meter. They stopped in the shopping centre of the ring and just stood there waiting.
And then came the entire. Huge and fatal with a tweed hell between his center. All quivering muscles and shining and substantial and fighting the two big men pulling on his rope. And rearing up and pawing the air with a high-pitched nicker of foiling when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the mare and a few s later Casey gave a small minuscule cry of fascination, for between his ramification hung the largest genus Phallus she had ever seen ; in real life and in painting, and it was still growing. midst and black and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's handlers led him to the mare and allowed him to sniffle and smell and nose his nose into the female horse 's swollen-headed sex. She shied away and gave a lukewarm back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her head hung low in resignation, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the entire mounted the mare, the little girl gave a breathless petty sigh, and second gear later gasped as the animals thick organ was fed into the mare 's swollen vagina.
Gus put one hand on the young fair sex 's dorsum and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't help thinking how beautiful and young and fresh she was. Dressed in a short albumen and purple flower-print dress, she had curly blonde hairsbreadth and sky-blue middle ; high cheek-bones and a square chin. A strong nose - just like her begetter. She was breathing fast and had a line of hidrosis dotting her os frontale, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right. She also did n't propel away from his hand which rested on her small back.

And then divine madness took hold of Gus, and despite there being a thirty yr difference in their ages and the young lady being the girl of his employer, he softly began kneading her back ; while both of them watched the stallion 's huge organ pumping in and out of the now squealing mare. And when Casey gave a little moan when the horses swollen penis flopped out of the mare and a secondment 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 make a motion or said anything, moved his handwriting down another column inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few Sir Thomas More second 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 conceive he was doing this. Seducing a missy thirty old age his junior and the daughter of his boss to top all of it ! But she seemed not to sound off - or simply not fully mindful of what he was doing - while her ass was being caressed and she watched two sawbuck going at it.
The honcho went all out then. Slowly inched up the unforesightful little dress with his close two finger whilst still kneading Casey 's mingy little ass with the former fingerbreadth and listening to her breathless little pant and groans as the huge horse pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt bare peel then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a thong. Pristine white and just a dilute lacy crinkle between her Oh-So-Tight butt buttock. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's soft cutis ; modest circular movements of thumb and fingers and medallion. And could n't believe his fortune when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could cause been his imagination - pushed lightly back at his obscure onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of consternation was but a soft echo of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his fortune. Slid his long fingers all the way down the young char '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 gaze to the again-rutting horses, began rubbing her there.
Probing with digit and kneading between nether lips and he smelled her then ; smelled the olfactory modality of a woman in heat. The sticky-sweet of musk and need and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one side and she felt his digit on and between her debunk form for the kickoff time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swell up backtalk gaping open in lust and glistening wet and pink and half hidden in an untrimmed nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair.
And then he freed his raging-hard prick - glad that he wore tracksuit pants with only a draw-string to loosen and not a belted ammunition and push button and zipper ; pulled the pants down to his knees and was in paradise when Casey brought one hand back and wrapped her fingers around his blood-engorged build and first fondled his balls before starting to tug and jerk on him. Was absolutely delighted when he worked two digit 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 juices were running down the insides of Casey 's thigh, and when Gus stepped behind her with his drawers down around his knee, she never let go of his huge hard-on, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entranceway. Gus'push was doubtful at first, and the first off few in he fed into the girls wet small puss was retard 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 control himself any longer. Shoved his pecker forward and sank into her cunt and heard her squeal in delight and pain both. Then held still for a few seconds, and heard her construct trivial mewling sounds as he started fucking her. unretentive footling thrusts at first gear, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her ft wide apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` Fuck me. have intercourse me as hard as you can ! '' he totally lost it.
He fucked Casey operose than he had any womanhood in his life. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet cunt with heartiness and f number he had n't thought himself still able of. Slammed in and out of her and slapped her ass and let his fingers join her own in rubbing up and down her wet prick and toying with the severely little nubbin of her swollen pink clit while she watched the horses. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her succus spurt out of her abused hole and splatter his testis, and was glad the room had been soundproofed when she screamed long and hard as she came and he unloaded what seemed like a bucket of ejaculate in her pussy.

They both collapsed on the carpet and lay there panting for a long ten minutes. But then Casey 's interior muscle started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This fourth dimension he sat on one of the chairs and she rode him like only an energetic 19 year old could ; plunging his fat long hammer in and out of her now gaping hole with all of the unconstraint of spring chicken while he played with her pert tit and pulled on her distended pink pap. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness flush all over his formal once more.
... And twenty mo later the cowboys brought in another couplet of horses, and this sentence Casey sat on the wide window-sill and watched the animals copulate while Gus fucked he for the third sentence. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third time in five instant though, and gave him the sweetest blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his cock and lump while he directed her head, and sucking and slurping and swallowing as he spurted into her mouth.
It was a very acceptable experience for both, and Casey now makes a degree of it to join her beginner on his monthly sojourn to the farm ...