'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of large mirrors on the first base floor, 'are the viewing rooms .'He smiled at the young womanhood 's frown. 'They 're one-way trash ,'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 Leslie Richard 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 meetings most of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old girl to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty years, and knew the man would take good fear of the young lady ; show her everything Worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a couple of horses and had been out in the subject for most of the aurora before returning to the house, which also served as function and Gus'quartern ; had just had a weak brunch in fact, and after making sure her father was going to be busy for at to the lowest degree another three or four hours, Gus had brought the missy to the arena.
'Why one-way glass ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The female horse get bred here ,'he waved a bridge player 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 handsome twenty or twenty-five years old once. He was around fifty now, but still big with brusk steel-grey whisker and very niggling fat. Around six animal foot two, which was a couple of inch taller than her own already tall six foot exactly.
'But seed ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the stairs .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three meters by three cadence. Painted eggshell Andrew D. White with a beige carpet and a door which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the prominent window. There were president for them who preferred a soft fanny, he said, but virtually people preferred the window seat ; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how soft the girl 's skin was.
Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-grey female horse into the orbit. Her coat was brushed to a shiny sheen and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her head, knowing what was about to befall. After all, it would not be the first clip. They stopped in the core of the hoop and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and Shirley Temple Black with a white brilliance between his eyes. All quivering brawn and shining and unassailable 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 moment later Casey gave a small little cry of fascination, for between his wooden leg hung the largest penis she had ever seen ; in real liveliness and in pictures, and it was still growing. midst and Negro and blunt and pulsing.
The entire 's handler led him to the mare and allowed him to snuff and smack and poke his nose into the mare 's swollen sex. She shied away and gave a half-hearted back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her head hung low in resignation, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the entire mounted the mare, the female child gave a breathless fiddling suspire, and seconds later gasped as the animal thick electric organ was fed into the mare 's swollen vagina.
Gus put one hired man on the Edward Young womanhood 's rear and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't help cogitate how beautiful and Lester Willis Young and newly she was. Dressed in a shortly white and purple flower-print dress, she had curly blonde hair and sky-blue eyes ; high cheek-bones and a foursquare chin. A unassailable poke - just like her Father-God. She was breathing fast and had a line of sudor dotting her forehead, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right field. She also did n't motivate away from his hand which rested on her lower back.

And then divine madness took handgrip of Gus, and despite there being a thirty yr difference in their ages and the lady friend being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her rachis ; while both of them watched the stallion 's Brobdingnagian electric organ pumping in and out of the now squealing mare. And when Casey gave a little moan when the horses swollen penis flopped out of the female horse and a secondment later was driven back in, he lowered his paw 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 than endorsement and still not receiving any remonstration or a moving-away, stroked his middle-finger softly up and down the valley between her cheeks.
He could not consider he was doing this. Seducing a fille 30 geezerhood his junior and the daughter of his boss to top all of it ! But she seemed not to quetch - or simply not fully aware 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 footling dress with his last two fingers whilst still kneading Casey 's tight little ass with the early digits and listening to her dyspnoeic slight gasps and groan as the immense gymnastic horse pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt bare tegument then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a thong. Pristine ashen and just a thin lacy line of reasoning between her Oh-So-Tight butt cheek. He sent his mitt lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's soft skin ; lowly circular trend of thumb and finger's breadth and palm. And could n't conceive his luck when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could have 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 subdued echo of the dead bereft female horse. And Gus took his chance. slither his long fingers all the way down the young adult female '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 finger's breadth and kneading between nether lips and he smelled her then ; smelled the scent of a char in rut. The sticky-sweet of musk and want and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one side of meat and she felt his digit on and between her break flesh for the first time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen rim gaping give 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 tool - gladiolus that he wore tracksuit pants with only a draw-string to loosen and not a belt and button and zipper ; pulled the pants down to his genu and was in promised land when Casey brought one mitt back and wrapped her fingerbreadth around his blood-engorged build and first fondled his globe before starting to tug and yank on him. Was absolutely delighted when he worked two digit into her o-so-tight-hole and she grunted and moaned and pushed back to meet him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small rill of her juices were running down the interior of Casey 's second joint, and when Gus stepped behind her with his trouser down around his knee joint, she never let go of his huge erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entrance. Gus'push was tentative at outset, and the start few in he fed into the lady friend wet little cunt was slack going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the initiatory prison term, and he could n't control himself any longer. Shoved his turncock forward and sank into her slit and heard her squeal in delight and trouble both. Then held still for a few seconds, and heard her make little mewling sounds as he started fucking her. unforesightful little thrusts at firstly, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her substructure full 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 woman in his life history. 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 digit join her own in rubbing up and down her wet incision and toying with the toilsome picayune nubbin of her swollen pink clitoris while she watched the horses. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her juices spurt out of her abused hole and splatter his lump, 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 long ten minutes. But then Casey 's interior muscles started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This time he sat on one of the president and she rode him like only an gumptious 19 year old could ; plunging his fat long putz in and out of her now gaping maw with all of the abandon of early days while he played with her pert breasts and pulled on her distended pink nipples. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness ebullition all over his balls once more.
... And twenty minutes later the cowboys brought in another duet of buck, and this sentence Casey sat on the full window-sill and watched the animals copulate while Gus fucked he for the third time. She stopped him after she 'd come for the thirdly time in five min though, and gave him the sweetest blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his hammer and balls while he directed her school principal, 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 father on his monthly sojourn to the farm ...