'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of large mirrors on the first flooring, 'are the wake rooms .'He smiled at the young womanhood 's frown. 'They 're one-way drinking glass ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a large field ; one of two on the farm of which her father was half-owner. It was called Green orchard and some of the scoop 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 group meeting nearly of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old girlfriend to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty geezerhood, and knew the man would call for in effect upkeep of the girl ; show her everything worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a mates of Equus caballus and had been out in the fields for nearly of the dawn before returning to the house, which also served as offices and Gus'after part ; had just had a light brunch in fact, and after making sure as shooting her don was going to be busy for at to the lowest degree another three or four hours, 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 mares get bred here ,'he waved a hand 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 handsome twenty or xxv twelvemonth old once. He was around fifty now, but still freehanded with unretentive steel-grey hair and very lilliputian fat. Around six invertebrate foot two, which was a couple of inch taller than her own already tall six foundation exactly.
'But come ,'he said, taking her arm and gallery for the steps .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three beat by three meters. Painted eggshell white with a ecru rug and a door which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the boastfully windowpane. There were chairperson for them who preferred a gentle seat, he said, but most people preferred the window backside ; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how soft the girl 's skin was.
Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dappled-gray female horse into the sports stadium. Her coat was brushed to a shiny luster and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her brain, knowing what was about to happen. After all, it would not be the get-go clip. They stopped in the meat of the ring and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and black with a whiten brilliance between his eyes. All quivering sinew and shining and strong and fighting the two big men pulling on his rope. And rearing up and pawing the air with a high whiney of foiling when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the female horse and a few seconds later Casey gave a small picayune cry of fascination, for between his stage hung the prominent phallus she had ever seen ; in real life and in word-painting, and it was still growing. thick and black-market and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's handlers led him to the maria and allowed him to blubber and smell and intrude his nose into the maria 's egotistical sex. She shied away and gave a half-hearted back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her header hung low in resignation, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the stallion mounted the mare, the girl gave a breathless little suspiration, and seconds later gasped as the brute thick organ was fed into the maria 's swollen vagina.
Gus put one hand on the young woman 's cover and he felt her shake. He looked at Casey and could n't help opine how beautiful and Pres Young and freshly she was. Dressed in a short white and purple flower-print dress, she had curly blonde tomentum and lazuline eye ; high cheek-bones and a square chin. A strong nose - just like her father. She was breathing fast and had a business line of perspiration dotting her forehead, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right. She also did n't move away from his hand which rested on her modest back.

And then divine madness took hold of Gus, and despite there being a 30 year deviation in their ages and the girl being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her dorsum ; while both of them watched the entire 's huge organ pumping in and out of the now squealing female horse. And when Casey gave a little moan when the horse cavalry 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 hand down another inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few Sir Thomas More endorsement 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 think he was doing this. Seducing a girl thirty class his Jr and the daughter of his boss to top all of it ! But she seemed not to complain - or simply not fully mindful 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 slight attire with his final two digit whilst still kneading Casey 's blind drunk little ass with the other fingerbreadth and listening to her breathless little gasps and groan as the huge sawhorse pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt bare skin then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a lash. Pristine white and just a thin lacy line between her Oh-So-Tight buns cheeks. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's soft skin ; small circular apparent movement of thumb and fingers and palm. And could n't consider his chance when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could consume been his imaginativeness - pushed lightly back at his obliterate onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of dismay was but a soft echo of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his chance. slide his long digit all the way down the young womanhood '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 horse, began rubbing her there.
Probing with fingers and kneading between nether lips and he smelled her then ; smelled the smell of a woman in heating. The sticky-sweet of musk and want and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one position and she felt his fingerbreadth on and between her expose form for the first time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen lips gaping open in lecherousness and glistening wet and pink and half hidden in an untrimmed nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair.
And then he freed his raging-hard cock - glad that he wore tracksuit bloomers with only a draw-string to tease apart and not a belt and button and zipper ; pulled the pants down to his genu and was in Eden when Casey brought one helping hand back and wrapped her fingers around his blood-engorged flesh and offset fondled his musket ball before starting to tug and twitch 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 encounter him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small rivulets of her juices were running down the insides of Casey 's thighs, and when Gus stepped behind her with his pants down around his stifle, she never let go of his huge hard-on, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entrance. Gus'get-up-and-go was tentative at outset, and the starting time few inch he fed into the girls wet small cunt was tiresome going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the firstly metre, and he could n't keep in line himself any longer. Shoved his pecker forward and sank into her bitch and heard her squeal in pleasure and pain both. Then held still for a few indorsement, and heard her make slight mewling speech sound as he started fucking her. Short piddling poke at world-class, but when she leaned forward and put her custody on the window-ledge, and spread her feet astray apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` screw me. Fuck me as hard as you can ! '' he totally lost it.
He fucked Casey harder than he had any cleaning woman in his life. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet cunt with muscularity and stop number he had n't thought himself still able of. Slammed in and out of her and slapped her ass and let his fingerbreadth join her own in rubbing up and down her wet slit and toying with the hard little nubbin of her well up pink button while she watched the cavalry. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her juices spurt out of her clapperclaw hole and splatter his balls, and was glad the way 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 carpeting and lay there panting for a prospicient ten transactions. But then Casey 's intragroup muscle started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This prison term he sat on one of the president and she rode him like only an up-and-coming nineteen year old could ; plunging his fat long stopcock in and out of her now gaping muddle with all of the abandon of youth while he played with her pert breasts and pulled on her distended pink nipples. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness gush all over his nut once more.
... And twenty minutes later the cowboys brought in another couplet of horse cavalry, and this time Casey sat on the wide window-sill and watched the animals copulate while Gus fucked he for the third base prison term. She stopped him after she 'd come for the one-third time in five minutes though, and gave him the sweetest blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his cock and balls 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 item of it to join her Fatherhood on his monthly sojourn to the farm ...