'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of enceinte mirrors on the first floor, 'are the viewing rooms .'He smiled at the young womanhood 's frown. 'They 're one-way glass ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a boastfully domain ; one of two on the farm of which her don was half-owner. It was called Green plantation and some of the best purebred 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 meetings almost of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old young woman to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty years, and knew the man would take practiced aid of the girl ; designate her everything worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a couple of horses and had been out in the fields for most of the morning before returning to the house, which also served as situation and Gus'quarter ; had just had a light brunch in fact, and after making surely her male parent was going to be engaged for at least another three or four hr, Gus had brought the daughter to the arena.
'Why one-way meth ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like masses ,'he said. 'The mares get bred here ,'he waved a hand at the stadium in superior general, 'and we do n't want them to find uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very handsome twenty or twenty-five years old once. He was around fifty now, but still freehanded with short steel-grey hair and very piddling fat. Around six metrical foot two, which was a couple of inches taller than her own already tall six groundwork exactly.
'But cum ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the footmark .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three meters by three time. Painted eggshell ashen with a beige carpeting and a door 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 delicate hind end, he said, but most multitude preferred the window buns ; pointing at the wide-cut windowsill and thinking how soft the little girl 's cutis was.
Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-grey female horse 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 happen. After all, it would not be the first time. They stopped in the nub of the pack and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and contraband with a white blaze between his eyes. All quivering muscles and shining and firm and fighting the two big men pulling on his roofy. And rearing up and pawing the air with a high-pitched whinny of frustration 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 wooden leg hung the largest genus Phallus she had ever seen ; in real life and in pictures, and it was still growing. midst 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 chief hung low in resignation, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the stallion mounted the female horse, the girl gave a breathless niggling sigh, and s later gasped as the animals thick organ was fed into the female horse 's tumefy vagina.
Gus put one hand on the Edward Young woman 's rear and he felt her shiver. He looked at Casey and could n't help think how beautiful and Pres Young and fresh she was. Dressed in a poor Elwyn Brooks White and purple flower-print frock, she had curly blonde hair and cerulean optic ; mellow cheek-bones and a square chin. A strong nuzzle - just like her Father of the Church. She was breathing fast and had a line of perspiration dotting her frontal bone, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right wing. She also did n't move away from his handwriting which rested on her down back.

And then divine rabidness took cargo deck of Gus, and despite there being a thirty year difference in their ages and the girl being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her back ; while both of them watched the stallion 's huge Hammond organ pumping in and out of the now squealing maria. And when Casey gave a little moan when the horses swollen penis flopped out of the mare and a irregular later was driven back in, he lowered his handwriting to just above her ass.
And kneaded again, and softly rubbed and when she did n't move or said anything, moved his bridge player down another inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few more mo and still not receiving any dissent 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 daughter thirty age his junior and the daughter of his boss 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 gaffer went all out then. Slowly inched up the short little garb with his last two digit whilst still kneading Casey 's tight petty ass with the former fingerbreadth and listening to her breathless short gasp and groan 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 fragile lacy cable between her Oh-So-Tight butt cheeks. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's soft peel ; small circular movements of quarter round and finger's breadth and palm. And could n't think his luck when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could have been his imagination - pushed lightly back at his veil onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of dismay was but a indulgent reverberation of the abruptly bereft maria. And Gus took his chance. Slid his long fingers all the way down the young woman '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 sawhorse, 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 pant as he pulled the panty-leg to one side and she felt his finger's breadth on and between her exposed flesh for the first meter. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly vain backtalk gaping heart-to-heart in luxuria and glistening wet and pinko and half hidden in an uncut nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair.
And then he freed his raging-hard cock - sword lily that he wore tracksuit pant with only a draw-string to loosen and not a belt ammunition and clit and zip fastener ; pulled the pants down to his genu and was in Shangri-la when Casey brought one hand back and wrapped her fingers around his blood-engorged flesh and first fondled his balls before starting to tug and jerk on him. Was absolutely delighted when he worked two fingerbreadth into her o-so-tight-hole and she grunted and moaned and pushed back to meet him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small rivulet of her succus were running down the insides of Casey 's thighs, and when Gus stepped behind her with his bloomers down around his genu, she never let go of his immense erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entrance. Gus'get-up-and-go was probationary at first, and the first few column inch he fed into the girls wet slight snatch was dumb going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the kickoff time, and he could n't see to it himself any longer. Shoved his cock forward and sank into her cunt and heard her squeal in pleasure and ail both. Then held still for a few seconds, and heard her make little mewling sounds as he started fucking her. Short little thrust at first gear, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her pes wide apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` nooky me. Fuck me as hard as you can ! '' he totally lost it.
He fucked Casey grueling than he had any woman in his life. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet twat with vigor and fastness he had n't thought himself still capable 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 puss and toying with the hard little nubbin of her well up knock button while she watched the horses. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her juices spurt out of her abused hole and splatter his Ball, 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 come in her pussy.

They both collapsed on the carpet and lay there panting for a tenacious ten minutes. But then Casey 's internal muscles started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This time he sat on one of the chairs and she rode him like only an industrious xix yr old could ; plunging his fat long cock in and out of her now gaping hole with all of the wildness of young person 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 balls once more.
... And twenty minutes later the cattleman brought in another yoke of horses, and this time Casey sat on the extensive window-sill and watched the animals copulate while Gus fucked he for the third time. She stopped him after she 'd come for the tierce time in five minutes though, and gave him the honeyed blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own succus of his cock and orb while he directed her drumhead, 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 father on his monthly sojourn to the farm ...