'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of big mirrors on the start trading floor, 'are the viewing rooms .'He smiled at the young woman 's frown. 'They 're one-way chicken feed ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a large bowl ; one of two on the farm of which her father was half-owner. It was called super C Groves and some of the well pureblood in the mankind came from it. Casey and her dad had come down from the metropolis for the day, and he, knowing that he would probably be in confluence virtually of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old girl to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty years, and knew the man would take good forethought of the girl ; show up her everything worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a duo of sawbuck and had been out in the fields for most of the morning before returning to the theater, which also served as offices and Gus'quarters ; had just had a light brunch in fact, and after making certainly her father was going to be busy for at least another three or four hours, Gus had brought the girlfriend to the arena.
'Why one-way glass ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like citizenry ,'he said. 'The mares get bred here ,'he waved a hand at the arena in ecumenical, 'and we do n't want them to feel uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very fine-looking 20 or XXV years old once. He was around fifty now, but still well-favored with unforesightful steel-grey pilus and very little fat. Around six foot two, which was a couple of in taller than her own already tall six infantry exactly.
'But semen ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the steps .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The way was n't big. Maybe three meters by three measure. Painted eggshell white with a beige carpet and a door which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the tumid window. There were chairs for them who preferred a voiced seat, he said, but virtually hoi polloi preferred the window fundament ; pointing at the all-inclusive windowsill and thinking how lenient the girl 's pelt was.
pile below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dappled-grey female horse into the stadium. 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 meter. They stopped in the center of the ring and just stood there waiting.
And then came the entire. Huge and blackness with a flannel blaze between his optic. All quivering muscle and shining and strong and fighting the two big men pulling on his rope. And rearing up and pawing the air with a high whicker of frustration when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the mare and a few seconds later Casey gave a modest little cry of fascination, for between his stage hung the largest phallus she had ever seen ; in veridical aliveness and in pictures, and it was still growing. Thick and opprobrious and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's animal trainer led him to the mare and allowed him to snuffle and smell and stab his nose into the maria 's swollen sex. She shied away and gave a half-hearted back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her heading hung low in resignation, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the stallion mounted the maria, the little girl gave a breathless slight suspiration, and seconds later gasped as the creature thick Hammond organ was fed into the maria 's swollen vagina.
Gus put one mitt on the vernal cleaning lady 's back and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't help thinking how beautiful and young and refreshed she was. Dressed in a brusk white and purple flower-print dress, she had curly blonde fuzz and sky-blue middle ; high cheek-bones and a square chin. A firm 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 right. She also did n't act away from his bridge player which rested on her humble back.

And then divine rabidness took hold of Gus, and despite there being a xxx year difference in their age and the girl being the daughter 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 member flopped out of the maria and a s later was driven back in, he lowered his helping hand to just above her ass.
And kneaded again, and softly rubbed and when she did n't actuate or said anything, moved his script down another inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few More instant 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 believe he was doing this. Seducing a miss thirty twelvemonth his Jr and the daughter of his political boss to top all of it ! But she seemed not to plain - 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 boss went all out then. Slowly inched up the short circuit petty garb with his terminal two fingers whilst still kneading Casey 's tight little ass with the other finger and listening to her breathless little gasps and groan as the huge sawhorse 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 Andrew D. White and just a thin lacy line between her Oh-So-Tight tail cheeks. He sent his hired hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's soft pelt ; minuscule round movements of thumb and digit and palm. And could n't believe his luck when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could give been his imagination - pushed lightly back at his hide onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of alarm was but a sonant echo of the dead bereft mare. 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 horses, began rubbing her there.
Probing with digit and kneading between nether sassing and he smelled her then ; smelled the smell of a woman in heating plant. 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 digit on and between her exposed figure for the kickoff time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly well up sassing gaping undetermined in lecherousness and glistening wet and garden pink and half hidden in an untrimmed nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair.
And then he freed his raging-hard peter - glad that he wore tracksuit pants with only a draw-string to loosen and not a bang and button and zip fastener ; pulled the pants down to his articulatio genus and was in nirvana when Casey brought one helping hand back and wrapped her finger around his blood-engorged flesh and commencement fondled his nut before starting to tug and jerk 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 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 pants down around his knees, she never let go of his immense erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entrance. Gus'push was provisionary at first, and the low few column inch he fed into the fille wet little bitch was slow going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the first fourth dimension, and he could n't control himself any longer. Shoved his shaft forward and sank into her twat and heard her squeal in delight and pain both. Then held still for a few seconds, and heard her construct piddling mewling phone as he started fucking her. little lilliputian thrusts at first, but when she leaned forward and put her hand on the window-ledge, and spread her foundation wide apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` Fuck me. hump me as hard as you can ! '' he totally lost it.
He fucked Casey intemperately than he had any woman in his life. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet slit with heartiness and speed 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 slit and toying with the hard niggling nubbin of her swell pink clitoris while she watched the sawbuck. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her succus spurt out of her ill-use hole 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 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 national muscle 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 energetic nineteen yr old could ; plunging his fat long prick in and out of her now gaping mess with all of the abandon of youth while he played with her pert breasts and pulled on her distended pink mammilla. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness flush all over his Lucille Ball once more.
... And twenty minutes later the cowhand brought in another brace of horses, and this prison term Casey sat on the all-encompassing window-sill and watched the animals copulate while Gus fucked he for the one-third time. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third gear fourth dimension in five minutes though, and gave him the sweet-smelling blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own succus of his hammer and balls 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 point of it to join her forefather on his monthly visits to the farm ...