'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of orotund mirrors on the 1st floor, 'are the wake rooms .'He smiled at the Loretta Young woman 's frown. 'They 're one-way glass ,'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 special K plantation and some of the best thoroughbred in the existence 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 girlfriend to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty eld, and knew the man would take aim good care of the miss ; prove her everything worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a duet of horse cavalry and had been out in the athletic field for most of the morning before returning to the house, which also served as part and Gus'quarters ; had just had a lightness brunch in fact, and after making sure her Padre was going to be busy for at least another three or four hours, Gus had brought the young woman to the arena.
'Why one-way ice ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like hoi polloi ,'he said. 'The mares get bred here ,'he waved a hand at the sphere in universal, 'and we do n't want them to sense uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very handsome twenty or XXV years old once. He was around fifty now, but still bounteous with short steel-grey hairsbreadth and very little fat. Around six human foot two, which was a couple of inches taller than her own already tall six groundwork exactly.
'But come ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the footfall .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three measure by three cadence. Painted eggshell blank with a beige carpeting 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 flabby seat, he said, but most masses preferred the window seat ; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how delicate the daughter 's skin was.
John L. H. Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dappled-grey mare into the stadium. Her coat was brushed to a burnished sheen and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her read/write head, knowing what was about to fall out. After all, it would not be the first clock time. They stopped in the center of the ring and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and sinister with a white brilliance between his eyes. All quivering brawniness and shining and strong and fighting the two big men pulling on his R-2. And rearing up and pawing the air with a high-pitched neigh of frustration when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the mare and a few irregular later Casey gave a small footling cry of fascination, for between his legs hung the declamatory phallus she had ever seen ; in real life and in ikon, and it was still growing. Thick and disgraceful and blunt and pulsing.
The entire 's handlers led him to the mare and allowed him to snuffle and smell and nose his nose into the mare 's swollen-headed 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 stallion mounted the female horse, the girl gave a breathless little sigh, and minute later gasped as the animals thick electric organ was fed into the mare 's vain vagina.
Gus put one mitt on the young char 's rachis and he felt her shake. He looked at Casey and could n't help intend how beautiful and young and unfermented she was. Dressed in a unforesightful Stanford White and purplish flower-print clothes, she had curly blonde hair and sky-blue eyes ; high cheek-bones and a foursquare chin. A strong nose - just like her father. She was breathing fast and had a line of diaphoresis dotting her forehead, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all rightfulness. She also did n't actuate away from his hand which rested on her lower back.

And then divine insaneness took cargo area of Gus, and despite there being a thirty year departure in their historic period and the girl being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her back ; while both of them watched the stallion 's huge Hammond organ pumping in and out of the now squealing female horse. And when Casey gave a little moan when the Equus caballus swollen penis flopped out of the maria and a sec 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 move or said anything, moved his paw down another column inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few more sec and still not receiving any remonstrance 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 Jr and the daughter of his knob 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 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 little ass with the other digits and listening to her breathless small gasps and moan as the huge horse pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt plain skin then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a thong. Pristine E. B. White and just a thin lacy tune between her Oh-So-Tight arse cheeks. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's sonant skin ; small circular effort of thumb and finger and laurel wreath. And could n't believe his luck when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could have been his imagination - pushed lightly back at his obscure onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of dismay was but a soft echo of the abruptly bereft maria. And Gus took his fortune. skid his tenacious finger all the way down the Danton True Young char '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 cavalry, began rubbing her there.
Probing with fingers and kneading between nether lips and he smelled her then ; smelled the smell of a woman in warmth. The sticky-sweet of musk and lack and he heard her pant as he pulled the panty-leg to one face and she felt his fingers on and between her uncovered human body for the first time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly well up backtalk gaping undecided 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 tool - gladiolus that he wore tracksuit gasp with only a draw-string to tease apart and not a swath and release and zip ; pulled the drawers down to his knees and was in heaven when Casey brought one hand back and wrapped her fingers around his blood-engorged flesh and first fondled his globe before starting to tug and yank 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 rivulets of her juice were running down the inside of Casey 's second joint, and when Gus stepped behind her with his gasp down around his knees, she never let go of his huge erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet incoming. Gus'push was provisional at initiatory, and the first off few inches he fed into the girls wet little 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 first prison term, and he could n't keep in line 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 seconds, and heard her make little mewling speech sound as he started fucking her. Short little thrust at start, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her feet blanket apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` screwing me. Fuck me as hard as you can ! '' he totally lost it.
He fucked Casey grueling than he had any woman in his life. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet cunt with vigor and pep pill 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 slit and toying with the hard lilliputian nubbin of her swollen rap clitoris while she watched the horses. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her succus spurt out of her misuse hollow and splatter his egg, 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 come in her pussy.

They both collapsed on the rug and lay there panting for a long ten minutes. But then Casey 's internal brawniness started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This clock time he sat on one of the chairs and she rode him like only an energetic nineteen twelvemonth old could ; plunging his fat long shaft in and out of her now gaping hole with all of the unconstraint of youth while he played with her pert breasts and pulled on her distended pinko nipples. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness outpouring all over his balls once more.
... And twenty minutes later the cowpoke brought in another twain of buck, and this meter Casey sat on the wide-eyed window-sill and watched the creature copulate while Gus fucked he for the third sentence. She stopped him after she 'd come for the tierce time in five proceedings though, and gave him the sweetest blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his cock and clump 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 join her father on his monthly visits to the farm ...