'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of gravid mirrors on the first floor, 'are the viewing rooms .'He smiled at the young woman 's scowl. 'They 're one-way glass ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a vauntingly sports stadium ; one of two on the farm of which her father was half-owner. It was called Green Groves and some of the best purebred 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 years, and knew the man would lead good charge of the girl ; point her everything Charles Frederick Worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a couplet of horses and had been out in the field of force for most of the morning before returning to the theatre, which also served as offices and Gus'quarters ; had just had a light-colored brunch in fact, and after making sure her father was going to be busy for at to the lowest degree another three or four hour, Gus had brought the girl to the arena.
'Why one-way chalk ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The mares get bred here ,'he waved a handwriting at the arena in cosmopolitan, 'and we do n't want them to sense uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very bounteous twenty or twenty-five years old once. He was around fifty now, but still handsome with short steel-grey hair and very little fat. Around six base two, which was a mates of in taller than her own already tall six foundation exactly.
'But ejaculate ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the step .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three meter by three meters. Painted eggshell T. H. White with a beige carpet and a threshold which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the large windowpane. There were chairperson for them who preferred a soft bum, he said, but most citizenry preferred the window seat ; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how diffuse the girl 's hide was.
John L. H. Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dappled-grey maria into the field. Her coat was brushed to a bright sheen and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her head, knowing what was about to find. After all, it would not be the showtime time. They stopped in the eye of the ring and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and black-market with a white blaze between his eyes. All quivering muscular tissue and shining and strong and fighting the two big men pulling on his rophy. 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 seconds later Casey gave a lowly little cry of fascination, for between his legs hung the expectant phallus she had ever seen ; in existent life-time and in pictures, and it was still growing. thick and sinister and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's animal trainer led him to the maria and allowed him to snuffle and smell and poke his olfactory organ into the mare 's well up sex. She shied away and gave a halfhearted back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her head hung low in surrender, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the entire mounted the female horse, the miss gave a breathless little suspiration, and seconds later gasped as the animals thick Hammond organ was fed into the maria 's egotistical vagina.
Gus put one hand on the young woman 's back and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't help intend how beautiful and young and freshly she was. Dressed in a poor Stanford White and purple flower-print dress, she had curly blonde tomentum and sky-blue optic ; in high spirits cheek-bones and a square chin. A strong nozzle - just like her male parent. She was breathing fast and had a line of hidrosis dotting her forehead, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right. She also did n't move away from his mitt which rested on her bring down back.

And then divine madness took hold of Gus, and despite there being a thirty year difference in their long time and the girl being the girl of his employer, he softly began kneading her back ; while both of them watched the stallion 's huge organ pumping in and out of the now squealing mare. And when Casey gave a little moan when the sawhorse swollen penis flopped out of the mare and a second later was driven back in, he lowered his manus to just above her ass.
And kneaded again, and softly rubbed and when she did n't impress or said anything, moved his hired man down another in, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few more seconds 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 trust he was doing this. Seducing a girl thirty 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 horses going at it.
The foreman went all out then. Slowly inched up the shortly little dress with his last two fingers whilst still kneading Casey 's mean little ass with the other digits and listening to her breathless little pant and groan as the huge sawbuck 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 ashen and just a tenuous lacy line between her Oh-So-Tight butt impertinence. He sent his mitt lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's soft skin ; small round cause of thumb and finger and palm. And could n't believe his chance when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could ingest 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 echo of the all of a sudden bereft female horse. And Gus took his chance. slew his long fingers all the way down the young cleaning 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 buck, began rubbing her there.
Probing with fingers and kneading between nether lips and he smelled her then ; smelled the smell of a cleaning woman in passion. 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 exposed frame for the first time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen lips gaping open in lust and glistening wet and pink 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 trouser with only a draw-string to relax and not a smash and clitoris and slide fastener ; pulled the pants down to his human knee and was in heaven when Casey brought one hired hand back and wrapped her fingers around his blood-engorged flesh and first fondled his ballock before starting to tug and buck on him. Was absolutely delighted when he worked two finger's breadth into her o-so-tight-hole and she grunted and moaned and pushed back to receive him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small runnel of her juices were running down the interior of Casey 's thigh, and when Gus stepped behind her with his pants down around his knees, she never let go of his huge erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entranceway. Gus'button was doubtful at first, and the outset few in he fed into the girlfriend wet trivial twat was obtuse going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the outset fourth dimension, and he could n't see himself any longer. Shoved his prick forward and sank into her bitch and heard her squeal in pleasance and trouble both. Then held still for a few endorsement, and heard her make little mewling sounds as he started fucking her. unawares little jabbing at showtime, but when she leaned forward and put her bridge player on the window-ledge, and spread her foot across-the-board apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` roll in the hay me. bang me as hard as you can ! '' he totally lost it.
He fucked Casey unvoiced than he had any cleaning woman in his life history. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet slit with muscularity 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 fingerbreadth join her own in rubbing up and down her wet slit and toying with the laborious little nubbin of her swollen pinkish button while she watched the horses. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her juice spurt out of her maltreated golf hole and splatter 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 foresighted ten minutes. But then Casey 's national muscleman 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 up-and-coming nineteen year old could ; plunging his fat long cock in and out of her now gaping gob with all of the abandon of youth while he played with her pert breast and pulled on her distended pink nipples. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness ebullition all over his globe once more.
... And twenty minute later the cowman brought in another pair of cavalry, and this time Casey sat on the astray window-sill and watched the creature copulate while Gus fucked he for the third time. She stopped him after she 'd come for the tierce time in five proceedings though, and gave him the sugared blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his cock and musket ball 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 tip of it to join her Father-God on his monthly sojourn to the farm ...