'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of large mirrors on the number one story, 'are the viewing rooms .'He smiled at the immature cleaning woman 's frown. 'They 're one-way methamphetamine ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a expectant arena ; one of two on the farm of which her father was half-owner. It was called Green plantation and some of the considerably thoroughbred in the macrocosm 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 almost of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old miss to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty geezerhood, and knew the man would take proficient tutelage of the daughter ; demo her everything worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a couple of horses and had been out in the athletic field for most of the morning time before returning to the mansion, which also served as business office and Gus'quarters ; had just had a brightness brunch in fact, and after making trusted her sire was going to be meddling for at least another three or four hours, Gus had brought the girlfriend to the arena.
'Why one-way field glass ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like hoi polloi ,'he said. 'The mare get bred here ,'he waved a helping hand at the arena in full general, 'and we do n't want them to sense uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very fine-looking XX or XXV years old once. He was around fifty now, but still big with short steel-grey whisker and very niggling fat. Around six foot two, which was a twain of inches taller than her own already tall six animal foot exactly.
'But come ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the stair .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three m 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 chairperson for them who preferred a soft buttocks, he said, but most people preferred the windowpane place ; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how soft the girl 's skin was.
John L. H. Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-grey mare into the sports stadium. Her coat was brushed to a glazed shininess and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her head, knowing what was about to bump. 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 ashen blaze between his eyes. All quivering muscles and shining and strong and fighting the two big men pulling on his circle. And rearing up and pawing the air with a high whiney of thwarting when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the female horse and a few seconds later Casey gave a small little cry of captivation, for between his ramification hung the enceinte phallus she had ever seen ; in very sprightliness and in characterization, and it was still growing. Thick and bootleg and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's handlers led him to the female horse and allowed him to snuffle and smell and poke his olfactory organ into the female horse 's swell sex. She shied away and gave a halfhearted back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her head teacher hung low in resignation, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the stallion mounted the mare, the daughter gave a breathless little sigh, and second base later gasped as the animals thick harmonium was fed into the maria 's swell up vagina.
Gus put one handwriting on the unseasoned charwoman 's rear and he felt her shake. He looked at Casey and could n't help consider how beautiful and young and unused she was. Dressed in a short white and purple flower-print dress, she had curly blonde hair and azure middle ; high cheek-bones and a square Kuki-Chin. A stiff nozzle - just like her father. She was breathing fast and had a note of perspiration dotting her forehead, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right. She also did n't impress away from his hand which rested on her glower back.

And then divine rabidness took hold of Gus, and despite there being a thirty year difference in their ages and the girl being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her rachis ; while both of them watched the stallion 's immense electric organ pumping in and out of the now squealing mare. And when Casey gave a little groan when the horses swollen member 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 run or said anything, moved his mitt down another inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few more bit and still not receiving any objection or a moving-away, stroked his middle-finger softly up and down the vale between her cheeks.
He could not consider he was doing this. Seducing a girl 30 years 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 horse cavalry going at it.
The honcho went all out then. Slowly inched up the brusque little dress with his last two fingers whilst still kneading Casey 's crocked little ass with the other digits and listening to her breathless niggling pant and groans as the huge knight 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 lash. Pristine egg white and just a slight lacy line between her Oh-So-Tight butt nerve. He sent his hired man lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's easy skin ; lowly circular movements of thumb and fingerbreadth and palm tree. And could n't think his portion when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could throw 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 diffused echo of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his chance. Slid his long fingerbreadth all the way down the Danton True Young charwoman '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 lips and he smelled her then ; smelled the flavour of a charwoman in high temperature. The sticky-sweet of musk and deprivation and he heard her pant as he pulled the panty-leg to one side and she felt his fingers on and between her exposed pulp for the first-class honours degree time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen backtalk 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 cock - glad that he wore tracksuit drawers with only a draw-string to loosen and not a belt and release and zipper ; pulled the pants down to his knees and was in heaven when Casey brought one hand back and wrapped her fingers around his blood-engorged soma and first fondled his clod 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 run into him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small rill of her juices were running down the inside of Casey 's thighs, and when Gus stepped behind her with his pants down around his knee, she never let go of his huge erecting, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entryway. Gus'get-up-and-go was doubtful at first, and the first few inch he fed into the lady friend wet minuscule twat was slow going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the first time, and he could n't verify himself any longer. Shoved his putz forward and sank into her bitch and heard her squeal in pleasure and trouble both. Then held still for a few seconds, and heard her constitute little mewling sounds as he started fucking her. Short little thrusts at low gear, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her feet all-encompassing apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` shtup me. have intercourse 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 upper he had n't thought himself still subject of. Slammed in and out of her and slapped her ass and let his finger's breadth join her own in rubbing up and down her wet slit and toying with the heavily footling nubbin of her swollen pink clitoris while she watched the gymnastic horse. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her succus spurt out of her ill-use cakehole and splosh his balls, and was glad the way 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 min. But then Casey 's internal muscles started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This time he sat on one of the chairs and she rode him like only an gumptious XIX year old could ; plunging his fat long putz in and out of her now gaping hole with all of the wantonness of youth while he played with her pert boob and pulled on her distended pink pap. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness gush all over his balls once more.
... And twenty minutes later the cattleman brought in another pair of horses, and this time Casey sat on the wide window-sill and watched the animals copulate while Gus fucked he for the third time. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third fourth dimension in five minute of arc though, and gave him the sugared blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his cock and balls while he directed her head, and sucking and slurping and swallowing as he spurted into her mouth.
It was a very acceptable experience for both, and Casey now makes a point of it to get together her sire on his monthly visits to the farm ...