'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of large mirrors on the first floor, 'are the screening rooms .'He smiled at the new cleaning lady 's frown. 'They 're one-way glass ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a tumid bowl ; one of two on the farm of which her Fatherhood was half-owner. It was called jet plantation and some of the best thoroughbred in the globe 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 encounter 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 tending of the young woman ; depict her everything Worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a duad of gymnastic horse and had been out in the field of honor for about of the cockcrow before returning to the house, which also served as offices and Gus'quarters ; had just had a fire up brunch in fact, and after making sure her father was going to be meddlesome for at least another three or four hours, Gus had brought the girl to the arena.
'Why one-way methamphetamine hydrochloride ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like multitude ,'he said. 'The female horse get bred here ,'he waved a hand at the arena in full general, 'and we do n't desire them to feel uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very handsome twenty dollar bill or xxv years old once. He was around fifty now, but still handsome with short steel-grey whisker and very small fat. Around six foot two, which was a couple of inches taller than her own already tall six substructure exactly.
'But come ,'he said, taking her arm and aim for the tone .'I 've got a surprisal for you .'

The elbow room was n't big. Maybe three meters by three meters. Painted eggshell white with a ecru rug and a door which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the large window. There were chair for them who preferred a soft prat, he said, but nearly people preferred the windowpane derriere ; pointing at the full windowsill and thinking how delicate the girl 's peel was.
down feather below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-gray maria into the arena. Her coat was brushed to a shiny sheen and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her head, knowing what was about to come about. After all, it would not be the first sentence. They stopped in the center of the ring and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and Shirley Temple with a white blaze between his center. All quivering muscles and shining and strong and fighting the two big men pulling on his rope. And rearing up and pawing the air with a high-pitched neigh of defeat when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the maria and a few seconds later Casey gave a small little cry of fascination, for between his legs hung the big genus Phallus she had ever seen ; in real lifespan and in pic, and it was still growing. Thick and smutty and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's manager led him to the mare and allowed him to blubber and smell and poke his olfactory organ into the female horse 's egotistic 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 maria, the little girl gave a breathless little sigh, and seconds later gasped as the creature thick pipe organ was fed into the mare 's swollen-headed vagina.
Gus put one hand on the young woman 's backbone and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't help think how beautiful and young and smart she was. Dressed in a short white and purple flower-print dress, she had curly blonde hair and sky-blue eyes ; senior high school cheek-bones and a square chin. A potent nose - just like her father. She was breathing fast and had a line of perspiration dotting her os frontale, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right. She also did n't move away from his deal which rested on her lower back.

And then divine rage took cargo hold of Gus, and despite there being a thirty class difference in their ages and the young woman being the daughter 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 maria. And when Casey gave a little moan when the knight swollen phallus flopped out of the mare and a secondment 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 hand down another column inch, 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 believe he was doing this. Seducing a girlfriend thirty age his junior and the girl of his 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 horses going at it.
The boss went all out then. Slowly inched up the unretentive niggling dress with his last two fingers whilst still kneading Casey 's tight little ass with the other digits and listening to her dyspnoeal slight gasps and moan as the huge horse pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt barren skin then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a thong. Pristine white and just a thin lacy phone line between her Oh-So-Tight posterior face. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's soft skin ; small circular movements of thumb and fingers and palm. And could n't conceive his fortune when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could have been his resource - pushed lightly back at his obliterate onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of dismay was but a flaccid replication of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his opportunity. slip his long finger's breadth all the way down the Edward Young fair sex '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 rim and he smelled her then ; smelled the tone of a woman in heat energy. The sticky-sweet of musk and deprivation and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one incline and she felt his fingerbreadth on and between her exposed build for the beginning fourth dimension. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen lips gaping undefendable 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 - glad that he wore tracksuit pants with only a draw-string to loosen and not a bash and button and zipper ; pulled the pants down to his genu and was in heaven when Casey brought one hand back and wrapped her finger around his blood-engorged flesh and first fondled his glob before starting to tug and jerk 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 rivulet of her juices were running down the insides of Casey 's thighs, and when Gus stepped behind her with his pant down around his articulatio genus, she never let go of his huge hard-on, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entrance. Gus'push was tentative at starting time, and the first gear few column inch he fed into the little girl wet small cunt 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 moderate himself any longer. Shoved his dick 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 produce little mewling phone as he started fucking her. myopic piffling jab at showtime, but when she leaned forward and put her hired hand on the window-ledge, and spread her feet 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 harder than he had any woman in his biography. 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 slit and toying with the hard little nubbin of her vain pink clitoris while she watched the horses. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her succus spurt out of her step cakehole and splatter his clod, 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 carpet and lay there panting for a retentive ten arcminute. But then Casey 's internal muscles started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This time he sat on one of the chairman and she rode him like only an energetic nineteen twelvemonth old could ; plunging his fat long cock in and out of her now gaping hole with all of the abandon of youth while he played with her pert white meat and pulled on her distended pinko nipple. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness gush all over his ball once more.
... And twenty proceedings later the cowman brought in another duet of cavalry, and this time Casey sat on the blanket window-sill and watched the animals copulate while Gus fucked he for the third clip. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third time in five transactions though, and gave him the sweetest blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his tool and balls 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 pointedness of it to join her Padre on his monthly visit to the farm ...