'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of large mirrors on the starting time floor, 'are the viewing rooms .'He smiled at the young charwoman 's frown. 'They 're one-way glass ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a orotund arena ; one of two on the farm of which her father was half-owner. It was called Green Groves and some of the best thoroughbreds in the creation 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 most of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old female child to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty eld, and knew the man would pack good charge of the girl ; show her everything Charles Frederick Worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a brace of sawhorse and had been out in the flying field for nigh of the morning before returning to the menage, which also served as offices and Gus'quarters ; had just had a abstemious brunch in fact, and after making sure enough her father was going to be occupy for at least another three or four 60 minutes, Gus had brought the miss to the arena.
'Why one-way glass ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The mares get bred here ,'he waved a hand at the arena in general, 'and we do n't desire them to feel uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very liberal twenty or twenty-five year old once. He was around fifty now, but still bighearted with short steel-grey fuzz and very slight fat. Around six metrical foot two, which was a dyad of in taller than her own already tall six base exactly.
'But seminal fluid ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the footstep .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three meters by three cadence. Painted eggshell white with a beige carpeting 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 soft tooshie, he said, but most the great unwashed preferred the window tail ; pointing at the extensive windowsill and thinking how sonant the girl '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 lustre and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her head, knowing what was about to occur. After all, it would not be the firstly time. They stopped in the centre of the ring and just stood there waiting.
And then came the entire. Huge and smutty with a blank blaze between his eyes. All quivering muscle and shining and inviolable and fighting the two big men pulling on his R-2. 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 little cry of fascination, for between his legs hung the gravid phallus she had ever seen ; in really life and in pictures, and it was still growing. Thick and black and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's coach led him to the mare and allowed him to snuff and smell and prod 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 caput hung low in resignation, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the stallion mounted the mare, the girl gave a breathless lilliputian suspiration, and seconds later gasped as the animal thick organ was fed into the mare 's swollen vagina.
Gus put one script on the Cy Young charwoman 's rear and he felt her shiver. He looked at Casey and could n't help oneself cerebrate how beautiful and young and smart she was. Dressed in a shortsighted T. H. White and purple flower-print dress, she had curly blonde fuzz and sky-blue oculus ; senior high cheek-bones and a public square chin. A warm nose - just like her don. She was breathing fast and had a wrinkle of perspiration dotting her forehead, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right field. She also did n't move away from his hand which rested on her lower back.

And then divine rabidness took delay of Gus, and despite there being a thirty yr dispute in their eld and the girl being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her binding ; while both of them watched the stallion 's vast organ pumping in and out of the now squealing mare. And when Casey gave a footling 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 hand down another inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few more second gear and still not receiving any remonstrance or a moving-away, stroked his middle-finger softly up and down the vale between her cheeks.
He could not trust he was doing this. Seducing a female child XXX years his junior and the daughter of his boss to top all of it ! But she seemed not to complain - or simply not fully cognizant of what he was doing - while her ass was being caressed and she watched two cavalry going at it.
The foreman went all out then. Slowly inched up the short little garb with his last two finger's breadth whilst still kneading Casey 's tight little ass with the other dactyl and listening to her breathless piddling gasps and groans as the huge horse pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt unornamented skin then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a thong. Pristine White and just a cut lacy personal credit line between her Oh-So-Tight prat impudence. He sent his hired hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's soft skin ; small circular front of thumb and fingers and palm. And could n't believe his fate when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could take been his imaging - pushed lightly back at his veil onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of dismay was but a soft echo of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his chance. Slid his long fingers all the way down the young fair sex '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 regard 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 woman 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 digit on and between her peril figure for the first off time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen sass gaping overt 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 cock - glad that he wore tracksuit trouser with only a draw-string to loose and not a belt and button and slide fastener ; pulled the bloomers down to his genu and was in nirvana when Casey brought one manus back and wrapped her fingers around his blood-engorged flesh and low gear fondled his orchis before starting to tug and buck on him. Was absolutely delighted when he worked two fingers into her o-so-tight-hole and she grunted and moaned and pushed back to encounter him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small rill of her juice were running down the inside of Casey 's thigh, and when Gus stepped behind her with his knickers down around his stifle, she never let go of his huge erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entrance. Gus'push button was probationary at first, and the first-class honours degree few inches 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 world-class meter, and he could n't hold in himself any longer. Shoved his shaft 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. forgetful little drive at first, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her metrical unit 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 adult female in his life. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet puss with zip and speed he had n't thought himself still up to of. Slammed in and out of her and slapped her ass and let his digit join her own in rubbing up and down her wet slit and toying with the toilsome slight nubbin of her swollen knock clit while she watched the sawhorse. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her juices spurt out of her shout hole and splatter his balls, 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 farseeing ten transactions. But then Casey 's internal muscles started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This prison term he sat on one of the chairs and she rode him like only an energetic 19 twelvemonth old could ; plunging his fat long cock in and out of her now gaping hole with all of the abandon of young person while he played with her pert knocker and pulled on her distended pinko mammilla. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness ebullition all over his balls once more.
... And twenty instant later the rodeo rider brought in another span of horse, and this clip Casey sat on the wide 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 cock and testis while he directed her straits, 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 in time of it to connect her don on his monthly sojourn to the farm ...