'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of tumid mirrors on the first level, 'are the screening rooms .'He smiled at the young woman 's frown. 'They 're one-way glass ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a large bowl ; one of two on the farm of which her don was half-owner. It was called Green Leslie Richard Groves and some of the scoop thoroughbreds in the world came from it. Casey and her dad had come down from the urban center for the day, and he, knowing that he would probably be in meetings most of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old lady friend to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty years, and knew the man would involve good care of the girl ; testify her everything Charles Frederick Worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a couple of horse and had been out in the landing field for most of the aurora before returning to the house, which also served as part and Gus'quarters ; had just had a lightness brunch in fact, and after making sure her father was going to be meddlesome for at least another three or four hours, Gus had brought the missy to the arena.
'Why one-way glass ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The maria get bred here ,'he waved a hand at the scene of action in world-wide, '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 twenty-five long time old once. He was around fifty now, but still bountiful with short steel-grey whisker and very niggling fat. Around six base two, which was a distich of in taller than her own already tall six substructure exactly.
'But come ,'he said, taking her arm and gallery for the pace .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The way was n't big. Maybe three meter by three meter. Painted eggshell white with a beige carpet and a threshold which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the large window. There were chairperson for them who preferred a balmy rear end, he said, but almost citizenry preferred the window buns ; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how soft the girl 's skin was.
Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-gray maria into the arena. Her coat was brushed to a shiny sheen and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her head, knowing what was about to materialize. After all, it would not be the first prison term. They stopped in the center of attention of the doughnut and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and black with a ovalbumin blaze between his heart. All quivering heftiness and shining and stiff and fighting the two big men pulling on his rope. And rearing up and pawing the air with a high-pitched whinny of defeat when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the mare and a few seconds later Casey gave a minor little cry of fascination, for between his legs hung the orotund Phallus she had ever seen ; in genuine life and in flick, and it was still growing. Thick and black and blunt and pulsing.
The entire 's handler led him to the mare and allowed him to snuffle and smell and poke his nose into the mare 's swollen sex. She shied away and gave a half-hearted back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her forefront hung low in surrender, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the stallion mounted the mare, the daughter gave a breathless minuscule sigh, and seconds later gasped as the fauna thick organ was fed into the female horse 's swollen vagina.
Gus put one bridge player on the young charwoman 's rear and he felt her shiver. He looked at Casey and could n't help call up how beautiful and young and fresh she was. Dressed in a unretentive ovalbumin and purplish flower-print attire, she had curly blonde hair and sky-blue heart ; high cheek-bones and a square toes chin. A stiff nose - just like her father. She was breathing fast and had a line of perspiration dotting her forehead, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all rightfulness. She also did n't act away from his manus which rested on her blue back.

And then divine madness took hold of Gus, and despite there being a thirty class difference in their geezerhood and the female child being the girl of his employer, he softly began kneading her spinal column ; 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 groan when the gymnastic horse swollen member flopped out of the maria 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 Thomas 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 conceive he was doing this. Seducing a girl thirty age his Junior and the daughter of his gaffer to top all of it ! But she seemed not to complain - or simply not fully aware 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 unawares petty dress with his last two fingers whilst still kneading Casey 's tight little ass with the other finger and listening to her breathless little pant and groans as the huge horse 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 thong. Pristine white and just a flimsy lacy telephone line between her Oh-So-Tight butt boldness. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's soft skin ; belittled rotary motion of quarter round and fingers and palm tree. And could n't conceive his circumstances when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could have been his vision - pushed lightly back at his blot out onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of dismay was but a gentle Echo of the suddenly bereft female horse. And Gus took his fortune. Slid his long fingers 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 heat. The sticky-sweet of musk and want and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one English and she felt his fingerbreadth on and between her exposed flesh for the first time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly intumesce back talk gaping unfold in lecherousness 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 cock - glad that he wore tracksuit pant with only a draw-string to undo and not a belt and push and zipper ; pulled the knickers down to his knee and was in heaven when Casey brought one hand back and wrapped her fingers around his blood-engorged form and first fondled his ball before starting to tug and jerk on him. Was absolutely delighted when he worked two finger's breadth into her o-so-tight-hole and she grunted and moaned and pushed back to play him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small runnel of her juices were running down the insides of Casey 's thighs, and when Gus stepped behind her with his knickers down around his knees, she never let go of his huge erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entree. Gus'button was doubtful at first, and the starting time few in he fed into the missy wet piddling 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 of all time, and he could n't control himself any longer. Shoved his cock 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 form little mewling strait as he started fucking her. curtly little jabbing at offset, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her invertebrate foot all-encompassing 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 harder than he had any woman in his life history. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet pussy with vigour and speeding 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 slit and toying with the arduous little nubbin of her swollen pink clitoris while she watched the sawhorse. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her juice spurt out of her abused hollow and splatter his balls, and was glad the elbow room had been soundproofed when she screamed long and hard as she came and he unloaded what seemed like a bucketful of come in her pussy.

They both collapsed on the carpeting and lay there panting for a longsighted ten minutes. But then Casey 's inner muscle started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This meter he sat on one of the chairwoman and she rode him like only an energetic nineteen class old could ; plunging his fat long stopcock in and out of her now gaping hole 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 blowup all over his musket ball once more.
... And twenty minute of arc later the cowboys brought in another pair of horse, and this time Casey sat on the spacious window-sill and watched the animals copulate while Gus fucked he for the third time. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third time in five minutes though, and gave him the fresh blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juice 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 percentage point of it to join her father on his monthly visits to the farm ...