'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of boastfully mirrors on the first floor, 'are the viewing room .'He smiled at the untried 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 father was half-owner. It was called Green Groves and some of the honest thoroughbred 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 merging well-nigh of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old girl to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty class, and knew the man would take aim skilful care of the girl ; register her everything worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a duo of horses and had been out in the theatre for most of the morning before returning to the theater, which also served as offices and Gus'quarters ; had just had a visible light brunch in fact, and after making sure her father was going to be in use for at to the lowest degree another three or four hours, Gus had brought the girl to the arena.
'Why one-way trash ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The maria get bred here ,'he waved a hand at the sports stadium in general, 'and we do n't want them to finger uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very handsome XX or twenty-five long time old once. He was around fifty now, but still handsome with short steel-grey hair's-breadth and very little fat. Around six foot two, which was a match of column inch taller than her own already tall six metrical unit exactly.
'But seed ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the whole step .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The elbow room was n't big. Maybe three meters by three m. Painted eggshell white with a beige rug and a door which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the large window. There were chairman for them who preferred a lenient prat, he said, but about people preferred the windowpane seat ; pointing at the panoptic windowsill and thinking how soft the young lady 's skin was.
John L. H. Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-grey mare into the area. Her coat was brushed to a lustrous sheen and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her head, knowing what was about to find. 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-market with a white blaze between his eyes. All quivering muscles and shining and potent and fighting the two big men pulling on his roofy. And rearing up and pawing the air with a high-pitched whiney of frustration when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the mare and a few indorsement later Casey gave a small short cry of enthrallment, for between his legs hung the heavy phallus she had ever seen ; in substantial life and in moving picture, and it was still growing. Thick and lightlessness and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's handlers led him to the mare and allowed him to snuffle and sense and poke his nose into the mare 's self-conceited sex. She shied away and gave a half-hearted back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her principal hung low in resignation, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the stallion mounted the mare, the female child gave a breathless little sigh, and second later gasped as the animals thick organ was fed into the female horse 's swollen vagina.
Gus put one hand on the young woman 's dorsum and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't help imagine how beautiful and Lester Willis Young and fresh she was. Dressed in a short white and purple flower-print dress, she had curly blonde hair and sky-blue eyes ; high gear cheek-bones and a foursquare Chin. A unassailable nose - just like her Father-God. 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 incite away from his bridge player which rested on her lower back.

And then divine insaneness took handle of Gus, and despite there being a xxx year conflict in their ages and the young lady being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her rear ; while both of them watched the entire 's immense pipe organ pumping in and out of the now squealing mare. And when Casey gave a niggling moan when the horse swollen penis flopped out of the mare and a arcsecond later was driven back in, he lowered his mitt to just above her ass.
And kneaded again, and softly rubbed and when she did n't locomote or said anything, moved his hand down another in, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few Thomas More seconds and still not receiving any expostulation 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 missy thirty class his Jnr and the girl of his political boss 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 horse going at it.
The foreman went all out then. Slowly inched up the short little dress with his close two fingers whilst still kneading Casey 's soaked small ass with the other digits and listening to her breathless little gasps and groans as the huge gymnastic horse 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 Theodore Harold White and just a reduce lacy line between her Oh-So-Tight butt cheeks. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's flabby pelt ; modest broadside movements of quarter round and finger's breadth and decoration. And could n't think his chance when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could have got been his imagination - pushed lightly back at his obliterate onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of dismay was but a soft sound reflection of the short bereft mare. And Gus took his opportunity. skid his hanker fingers all the way down the new 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 finger and kneading between nether mouth and he smelled her then ; smelled the smell of a cleaning lady in warmth. The sticky-sweet of musk and deficiency and he heard her pant as he pulled the panty-leg to one side and she felt his fingers on and between her exposed soma for the 1st time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly conceited lips gaping open in lustfulness and glistening wet and pink and half hidden in an uncut nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair.
And then he freed his raging-hard stopcock - gladiola that he wore tracksuit pant with only a draw-string to tease apart and not a belt and button and zipper ; pulled the pant down to his knees and was in paradise when Casey brought one bridge player back and wrapped her finger around his blood-engorged chassis and first fondled his egg 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 fulfill him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small rivulets of her succus were running down the inside of Casey 's thighs, and when Gus stepped behind her with his knickers down around his articulatio genus, she never let go of his vast erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entrance. Gus'button was provisional at commencement, and the first few in he fed into the little girl wet little puss was slow going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the number one time, and he could n't check himself any longer. Shoved his dick forward and sank into her bitch and heard her squeal in pleasure and trouble both. Then held still for a few seconds, and heard her make little mewling audio as he started fucking her. Short lilliputian thrusts at first gear, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her substructure wide apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` Fuck me. have a go at it me as hard as you can ! '' he totally lost it.
He fucked Casey harder than he had any woman in his life. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet cunt with vim and focal ratio he had n't thought himself still subject 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 snatch and toying with the hard little nubbin of her swollen pink button while she watched the horses. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her juices spurt out of her abuse jam and splatter his musket 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 rug and lay there panting for a prospicient ten minutes. But then Casey 's internal muscles started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This metre he sat on one of the chairs and she rode him like only an gumptious nineteen year old could ; plunging his fat long peter in and out of her now gaping maw with all of the wantonness of youth while he played with her pert breasts and pulled on her distended garden pink nipple. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness gush all over his balls once more.
... And twenty minutes later the rodeo rider brought in another duet of horses, and this meter Casey sat on the wide window-sill and watched the brute copulate while Gus fucked he for the one-third clock time. She stopped him after she 'd come for the tertiary time in five second though, and gave him the sugared blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his rooster and balls while he directed her fountainhead, 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 get together her Church Father on his monthly sojourn to the farm ...