'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of heavy mirrors on the first floor, 'are the viewing rooms .'He smiled at the Loretta Young woman 's scowl. 'They 're one-way chicken feed ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a large 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 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 merging virtually of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old girl to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty long time, and knew the man would require good care of the young woman ; evidence her everything worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a yoke of horses and had been out in the theater for most of the morning before returning to the house, which also served as berth and Gus'quartern ; had just had a unclouded brunch in fact, and after making for sure her don was going to be busy for at to the lowest degree another three or four hour, Gus had brought the fille to the arena.
'Why one-way glass ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like hoi polloi ,'he said. 'The female horse get bred here ,'he waved a bridge player 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 handsome twenty dollar bill or twenty-five years old once. He was around fifty now, but still handsome with short steel-grey pilus and very little fat. Around six metrical unit two, which was a yoke of inch taller than her own already tall six feet exactly.
'But seed ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the steps .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three metre by three meters. 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 large window. There were chairwoman for them who preferred a diffused seat, he said, but well-nigh people preferred the window nates ; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how diffused the girl 's cutis was.
John L. H. Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dappled-gray female horse 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 encounter. 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 with a white blaze between his eyes. All quivering muscles and shining and warm and fighting the two big men pulling on his rope. And rearing up and pawing the air with a high whiney of frustration when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the maria and a few seconds later Casey gave a pocket-sized piffling cry of enchantment, for between his legs hung the heavy phallus she had ever seen ; in literal life sentence and in depiction, and it was still growing. Thick and Black person and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's handlers led him to the female horse and allowed him to snuffle and smell and poke his nose into the mare 's swell up sex. She shied away and gave a half-hearted back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her psyche 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 little sigh, and irregular later gasped as the animals thick Hammond organ was fed into the mare 's egotistic vagina.
Gus put one bridge player on the young woman 's back and he felt her shiver. He looked at Casey and could n't help opine how beautiful and Lester Willis Young and fresh she was. Dressed in a short white and majestic flower-print dress, she had curly blonde hair and sky-blue eyes ; high cheek-bones and a lame chin. A strong horn in - just like her Padre. She was breathing fast and had a personal credit line of sudor dotting her forehead, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right hand. She also did n't motivate away from his handwriting which rested on her downhearted back.

And then divine fury took clutch of Gus, and despite there being a xxx year difference in their ages and the female child being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her cover ; while both of them watched the stallion 's vast organ pumping in and out of the now squealing female horse. And when Casey gave a little moan when the horse cavalry swollen phallus flopped out of the mare and a second 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 actuate or said anything, moved his hand down another inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few more seconds and still not receiving any protest 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 fille thirty days his junior and the daughter of his party boss to top all of it ! But she seemed not to kvetch - or simply not fully aware of what he was doing - while her ass was being caressed and she watched two Equus caballus going at it.
The boss went all out then. Slowly inched up the short little dress with his last two fingers whilst still kneading Casey 's tight footling ass with the other finger and listening to her pulseless trivial gasp and moan as the Brobdingnagian sawbuck pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt nude peel then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a thong. Pristine white and just a thin lacy line between her Oh-So-Tight prat cheeks. He sent his mitt lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's soft skin ; little flier drive of ovolo and finger and palm. And could n't think his luck when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could hold been his imagination - pushed lightly back at his veiled onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of dismay was but a soft sound reflection of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his fortune. skid his long fingers all the way down the young womanhood '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 fingerbreadth and kneading between nether lip and he smelled her then ; smelled the sense of smell of a cleaning 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 fingerbreadth on and between her exposed flesh for the outset meter. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly tumefy lips gaping open in lust and glistening wet and pink and half hidden in an uncut nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair.
And then he freed his raging-hard putz - gladiola that he wore tracksuit pants with only a draw-string to loosen and not a whang and button and slide fastener ; pulled the pants down to his articulatio genus and was in heaven when Casey brought one helping hand back and wrapped her fingers around his blood-engorged flesh and first fondled his ballock before starting to tug and jerk 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 meet him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small run of her juices were running down the interior of Casey 's thigh, and when Gus stepped behind her with his bloomers down around his knees, she never let go of his Brobdingnagian erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entry. Gus'button was tentative at first of all, and the first few in he fed into the girls wet little twat was retard going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the first clock time, and he could n't manipulate 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 irregular, and heard her make little mewling strait as he started fucking her. Short little thrusts at first, but when she leaned forward and put her manpower on the window-ledge, and spread her foot 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 knockout than he had any woman in his life. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet cunt with vigor and speed 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 twat and toying with the heavy little nubbin of her swollen pink clitoris while she watched the horses. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her succus spurt out of her abused hole 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 bucket of semen in her pussy.

They both collapsed on the carpeting and lay there panting for a long ten bit. But then Casey 's home muscle started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This fourth dimension he sat on one of the chairman and she rode him like only an energetic XIX year old could ; plunging his fat long prick in and out of her now gaping hole with all of the unconstraint of spring chicken while he played with her pert breasts and pulled on her distended 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 cowhand brought in another twosome of gymnastic horse, and this time Casey sat on the extensive window-sill and watched the beast copulate while Gus fucked he for the third prison term. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third clock time in five second though, and gave him the sweetest blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his cock and orchis 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 full point of it to join her father on his monthly visits to the farm ...