'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of vauntingly mirrors on the first base floor, 'are the viewing rooms .'He smiled at the young woman 's frown. 'They 're one-way glass ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a big orbit ; one of two on the farm of which her father was half-owner. It was called Green woodlet and some of the best thoroughbreds in the worldly concern 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 meetings to the highest degree of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old female child to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty days, and knew the man would get unspoiled care of the girl ; show her everything worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a couple of knight and had been out in the fields for nigh of the dawn before returning to the sign of the zodiac, which also served as offices and Gus'quarters ; had just had a light brunch in fact, and after making sure her father was going to be engaged for at to the lowest degree another three or four hours, Gus had brought the girl to the arena.
'Why one-way crank ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The mares get bred here ,'he waved a manus at the arena in general, 'and we do n't require them to feel uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very handsome twenty or twenty-five twelvemonth old once. He was around fifty now, but still handsome with short steel-grey hair and very little fat. Around six foot two, which was a couple of inches taller than her own already tall six feet exactly.
'But seminal fluid ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the steps .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three meters by three time. Painted eggshell flannel with a beige rug and a threshold which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the large windowpane. There were hot seat for them who preferred a delicate derriere, he said, but near mass preferred the window derriere ; pointing at the all-embracing windowsill and thinking how balmy the young lady 's skin was.
Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-grey mare into the arena. Her coat was brushed to a glossy luster and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her head teacher, knowing what was about to happen. After all, it would not be the first time. They stopped in the centre of the ring and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and black with a Caucasian blaze 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 whiney of defeat when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the mare and a few seconds later Casey gave a pocket-sized petty cry of captivation, for between his branch hung the tumid phallus she had ever seen ; in real life-time and in painting, and it was still growing. Thick and Shirley Temple and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's handlers led him to the mare and allowed him to snuffle and sense and pry 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 head 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 instant later gasped as the brute thick reed organ was fed into the mare 's intumesce vagina.
Gus put one hand on the Brigham Young woman 's vertebral column and he felt her shiver. He looked at Casey and could n't help thinking how beautiful and young and fresh she was. Dressed in a short gabardine and imperial flower-print garb, she had curly blonde hair and sky-blue eyes ; high cheek-bones and a square Kuki. A strong nose - just like her father. She was breathing fast and had a parentage of perspiration dotting her brow, 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 lower berth back.

And then divine madness took hold of Gus, and despite there being a 30 twelvemonth difference in their geezerhood and the girl being the girl of his employer, he softly began kneading her spine ; while both of them watched the stallion 's Brobdingnagian Hammond organ pumping in and out of the now squealing female horse. And when Casey gave a little moan when the horses swollen penis flopped out of the female horse and a second gear 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 more seconds and still not receiving any objection or a moving-away, stroked his middle-finger softly up and down the vale between her cheeks.
He could not consider he was doing this. Seducing a young lady 30 years his Jnr and the daughter of his Bos to top all of it ! But she seemed not to complain - or simply not fully cognisant of what he was doing - while her ass was being caressed and she watched two horses going at it.
The chief went all out then. Slowly inched up the short little dress with his last two finger whilst still kneading Casey 's compressed little ass with the early digit and listening to her breathless picayune gasps and groans as the huge buck pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt scanty tegument then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a thong. Pristine white-hot and just a thin lacy line between her Oh-So-Tight hind end boldness. He sent his script lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's indulgent skin ; small circular movements of quarter round and fingers and ribbon. And could n't believe his chance when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could have been his resourcefulness - pushed lightly back at his veiled onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of dismay was but a piano Echo of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his chance. Slid his long fingers all the way down the offspring adult female '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 fingers and kneading between nether lips and he smelled her then ; smelled the smell of a cleaning lady in heat. The sticky-sweet of musk and want and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one side and she felt his fingers on and between her bring out flesh for the foremost sentence. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen brim 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 stopcock - gladiolus that he wore tracksuit gasp with only a draw-string to tease apart and not a belt and clitoris and zipper ; pulled the pants down to his knee joint and was in heaven when Casey brought one manus back and wrapped her fingerbreadth around his blood-engorged flesh and commencement fondled his balls before starting to tug and yank on him. Was absolutely delighted when he worked two finger into her o-so-tight-hole and she grunted and moaned and pushed back to touch 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 drawers down around his knees, she never let go of his huge hard-on, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entrance. Gus'push was tentative at first, and the outset few in he fed into the girls wet fiddling cunt was slacken going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the initiative fourth dimension, and he could n't control himself any longer. Shoved his turncock forward and sank into her cunt and heard her squeal in joy and pain both. Then held still for a few seconds, and heard her make minuscule mewling sounds as he started fucking her. Short trivial thrusting at offset, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her feet wide apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` roll in the hay me. Fuck me as hard as you can ! '' he totally lost it.
He fucked Casey harder than he had any fair sex in his life sentence. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet snatch with energy and speeding he had n't thought himself still equal to of. Slammed in and out of her and slapped her ass and let his finger's breadth join her own in rubbing up and down her wet incision and toying with the hard fiddling nubbin of her puff up pink clit while she watched the sawbuck. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her succus spurt out of her abuse mess and plash his bollock, and was glad the way 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 rug and lay there panting for a foresighted ten minutes. But then Casey 's internal muscle started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This time he sat on one of the chairperson and she rode him like only an energetic 19 year old could ; plunging his fat long shaft 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 teat. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness gush all over his glob once more.
... And twenty bit later the cowboys brought in another pair of horses, and this time Casey sat on the blanket window-sill and watched the animals copulate while Gus fucked he for the tertiary fourth dimension. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third time in five bit though, and gave him the odoriferous blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his turncock and clod while he directed her point, 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 head of it to join her father on his monthly visits to the farm ...