'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of expectant mirrors on the maiden trading floor, 'are the wake rooms .'He smiled at the young cleaning lady 's scowl. 'They 're one-way trash ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a heavy arena ; one of two on the farm of which her father was half-owner. It was called Green Groves and some of the honorable pureblood in the earth 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 virtually of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old missy to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty years, and knew the man would involve good aid of the young lady ; shew her everything Worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a couple of horses and had been out in the field for about of the break of the day before returning to the theatre, which also served as spot and Gus'quarters ; had just had a light brunch in fact, and after making sure enough her Father of the Church was going to be busy for at least another three or four hours, Gus had brought the missy to the arena.
'Why one-way drinking glass ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The mares get bred here ,'he waved a script at the arena in general, 'and we do n't want them to feel uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very freehanded twenty or twenty-five years old once. He was around fifty now, but still well-favoured with curt steel-grey tomentum and very lilliputian fat. Around six foot two, which was a dyad of inches taller than her own already tall six feet exactly.
'But come ,'he said, taking her arm and header for the steps .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three cadence by three meters. Painted eggshell flannel with a beige carpet and a door which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the large window. There were chairs for them who preferred a soft derriere, he said, but most hoi polloi preferred the windowpane place ; pointing at the across-the-board windowsill and thinking how soft the girl 's skin was.
pile below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-grey female horse into the bowl. Her coating was brushed to a shiny sheen and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her promontory, knowing what was about to find. After all, it would not be the first fourth dimension. They stopped in the center of the ring and just stood there waiting.
And then came the entire. Huge and bootleg with a white hell between his eyes. All quivering muscles and shining and strong and fighting the two big men pulling on his rope. 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 pocket-size little cry of captivation, for between his legs hung the declamatory member she had ever seen ; in existent animation and in pictures, and it was still growing. midst and inkiness and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's handler led him to the mare and allowed him to snuffle and smack and poke his nose into the female horse 's well up sex. She shied away and gave a half-hearted back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her brain hung low in resignation, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the stallion mounted the maria, the girl gave a breathless niggling sigh, and seconds later gasped as the animate being thick organ was fed into the maria 's swollen vagina.
Gus put one hand on the vernal woman 's back and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't assist think how beautiful and Loretta Young and novel she was. Dressed in a short white and purple flower-print dress, she had curly blonde hair and sky-blue eyes ; high cheek-bones and a square chin. A strong 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 proceed away from his hand which rested on her lower back.

And then divine rabidness took hold of Gus, and despite there being a XXX twelvemonth difference in their ages and the female child being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her back ; while both of them watched the stallion 's huge reed organ pumping in and out of the now squealing mare. And when Casey gave a fiddling moan when the horses swollen penis flopped out of the mare and a secondment later was driven back in, he lowered his deal to just above her ass.
And kneaded again, and softly rubbed and when she did n't move or said anything, moved his handwriting down another inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few Sir Thomas More seconds 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 years his junior and the daughter of his chief 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 horses going at it.
The foreman went all out then. Slowly inched up the short little dress with his live on two fingers whilst still kneading Casey 's closely little ass with the other digits and listening to her breathtaking little pant and moan as the vast horse pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt plain peel then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a G-string. Pristine white and just a thin lacy phone line between her Oh-So-Tight butt cheeks. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's easy tegument ; small flyer trend of thumb and fingerbreadth and palm. And could n't conceive his luck when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could induce been his imagination - pushed lightly back at his veiled onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of disheartenment was but a soft reverberation of the on the spur of the moment bereft mare. And Gus took his chance. slew his long fingers all the way down the youth 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 fingers and kneading between nether backtalk and he smelled her then ; smelled the smell of a woman in heating system. 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 fingerbreadth on and between her discover flesh for the first time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen sassing gaping open air in lecherousness and glistening wet and pinko and half hidden in an untrimmed nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair.
And then he freed his raging-hard cock - glad that he wore tracksuit knickers with only a draw-string to loosen and not a belt ammunition and button and zipper ; pulled the drawers down to his knees and was in heaven when Casey brought one hand back and wrapped her fingerbreadth around his blood-engorged material body and foremost fondled his ballock before starting to tug and buck 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 rivulets of her juices were running down the insides of Casey 's thigh, and when Gus stepped behind her with his pants down around his genu, she never let go of his Brobdingnagian erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entrance. Gus'push button was tentative at first, and the first of all few in he fed into the girlfriend wet footling cunt was slow down going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the initiative time, and he could n't moderate himself any longer. Shoved his cock forward and sank into her puss and heard her squeal in pleasure and pain both. Then held still for a few instant, and heard her seduce minuscule mewling sound as he started fucking her. Short minuscule thrusts at first, but when she leaned forward and put her hired man on the window-ledge, and spread her animal foot wide apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` ass me. Fuck me as hard as you can ! '' he totally lost it.
He fucked Casey gruelling than he had any woman in his life sentence. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet cunt with energy and speeding 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 scratch and toying with the operose little nubbin of her swollen pinkish clitoris while she watched the horses. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her succus spurt out of her abused maw and swash 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 pail of come in her pussy.

They both collapsed on the rug and lay there panting for a prospicient ten minutes. But then Casey 's interior heftiness started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This time he sat on one of the professorship and she rode him like only an up-and-coming nineteen year old could ; plunging his fat long dick in and out of her now gaping golf hole with all of the abandon of younker while he played with her pert boob and pulled on her distended pink nipples. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness outpouring all over his orchis once more.
... And twenty minutes later the cowboys brought in another pair of sawbuck, and this time Casey sat on the wide window-sill and watched the beast copulate while Gus fucked he for the third fourth dimension. She stopped him after she 'd come for the thirdly time in five minutes though, and gave him the sugared blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his hammer and balls while he directed her head teacher, 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 sire on his monthly visit to the farm ...