'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of bombastic mirrors on the first storey, 'are the wake rooms .'He smiled at the Brigham Young woman 's scowl. 'They 're one-way glass ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a vauntingly arena ; one of two on the farm of which her Father-God was half-owner. It was called Green woodlet and some of the intimately thoroughbred 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 encounter most of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old girl to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty old age, and knew the man would carry skilful care of the girl ; show 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 spot and Gus'quarters ; had just had a illumine brunch in fact, and after making sure her father was going to be busy for at to the lowest degree another three or four minute, Gus had brought the girl to the arena.
'Why one-way chalk ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The mare get bred here ,'he waved a manus at the domain in general, 'and we do n't want them to sense 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 handsome with little steel-grey hair and very little fat. Around six substructure two, which was a twain of inch taller than her own already tall six feet exactly.
'But come ,'he said, taking her arm and bearing for the whole tone .'I 've got a surprisal for you .'

The way was n't big. Maybe three cadence by three meters. Painted eggshell Patrick Victor Martindale White with a beige carpet and a door which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the large windowpane. There were chairwoman for them who preferred a flabby bum, he said, but most the great unwashed preferred the window seat ; pointing at the widely windowsill and thinking how delicate the little girl 's hide was.
down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-grey maria into the arena. Her coat was brushed to a glistening sheen and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her head, knowing what was about to happen. After all, it would not be the inaugural clip. They stopped in the heart and soul of the mob and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and black with a whitened blaze between his eyes. All quivering musculus and shining and strong and fighting the two big men pulling on his forget me drug. 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 seconds later Casey gave a small little cry of fascination, for between his ramification hung the tumid member she had ever seen ; in real sprightliness and in pictures, and it was still growing. Thick and black and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's handlers led him to the mare and allowed him to snivel and smell and poke his nozzle into the mare 's egotistic sex. She shied away and gave a tepid 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 slight sigh, and seconds later gasped as the animals thick harmonium was fed into the mare 's vain vagina.
Gus put one handwriting on the Thomas Young adult female 's binding and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't aid thinking how beautiful and young and fresh she was. Dressed in a scant Theodore Harold White and over-embellished flower-print attire, she had curly blonde hair and azure eyes ; high cheek-bones and a square chin. A strong pry - just like her father. She was breathing fast and had a descent of perspiration dotting her forehead, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right. She also did n't move away from his handwriting which rested on her abject back.

And then divine madness took hold of Gus, and despite there being a thirty year difference in their years and the young lady being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her back ; while both of them watched the entire 's immense 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 mare 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 hired hand down another inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few More minute 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 girl thirty class 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 boss went all out then. Slowly inched up the short-circuit little dress with his last two fingers whilst still kneading Casey 's tight little ass with the other figure and listening to her breathless petty pant and groan as the huge cavalry 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 G-string. Pristine blank and just a cut lacy line of credit between her Oh-So-Tight tush cheeks. He sent his hired hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's gentle tegument ; belittled circular movements of pollex and fingers and palm. And could n't consider his destiny when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could have been his imagination - pushed lightly back at his obliterate onslaught.
Then the entire got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of discouragement was but a soft replication of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his prospect. slew his hanker fingerbreadth all the way down the young cleaning lady '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 gymnastic horse, began rubbing her there.
Probing with fingers and kneading between nether rim and he smelled her then ; smelled the smell of a woman in high temperature. The sticky-sweet of musk and privation 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 form for the number 1 time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly vain lips gaping undefendable in lust and glistening wet and garden pink and half hidden in an uncut nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair.
And then he freed his raging-hard cock - glad that he wore tracksuit pants with only a draw-string to loosen and not a rap and button and zip fastener ; pulled the pants down to his genu and was in heaven when Casey brought one paw back and wrapped her fingers around his blood-engorged physique and first fondled his lump 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 streamlet of her succus were running down the insides of Casey 's thighs, and when Gus stepped behind her with his pant down around his articulatio genus, she never let go of his huge erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entryway. Gus'push was provisionary at number 1, and the first few inch he fed into the girls wet little cunt was slow going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the low gear metre, and he could n't hold in 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 instant, and heard her make water little mewling sounds as he started fucking her. Short little thrusts at number 1, but when she leaned forward and put her hand on the window-ledge, and spread her infantry wide 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 womanhood in his life. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet cunt with vigor and f number 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 egotistical pink clitoris while she watched the horse cavalry. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her juice spurt out of her abused 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 come in her pussy.

They both collapsed on the carpet and lay there panting for a long ten minutes. But then Casey 's internal muscles started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This sentence he sat on one of the hot seat and she rode him like only an energetic nineteen twelvemonth old could ; plunging his fat long cock in and out of her now gaping hole with all of the unconstraint of youth while he played with her pert breasts and pulled on her distended pink mamilla. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness outburst all over his balls once more.
... And twenty minutes later the cowboys brought in another pair of horses, and this clip Casey sat on the wide-cut window-sill and watched the fauna copulate while Gus fucked he for the third time. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third gear time in five minutes though, and gave him the sweetest blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juice of his turncock and clod 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 point of it to join her Fatherhood on his monthly visit to the farm ...