'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of bombastic mirrors on the first level, 'are the viewing rooms .'He smiled at the young woman 's frown. 'They 're one-way chalk ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a tumid arena ; one of two on the farm of which her father was half-owner. It was called Green orchard and some of the easily pureblood in the creation 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 well-nigh of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old girl to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty age, and knew the man would take skilful attention of the fille ; indicate her everything worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a match of cavalry and had been out in the fields for nigh of the morning before returning to the theater, which also served as part and Gus'quarters ; had just had a Christ Within brunch in fact, and after making sure her father was going to be busy for at least another three or four hours, Gus had brought the girl to the arena.
'Why one-way glass ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like masses ,'he said. 'The female horse get bred here ,'he waved a hand 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 handsome with short steel-grey hair and very short fat. Around six metrical unit two, which was a couple of column inch taller than her own already tall six foot exactly.
'But come ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the steps .'I 've got a surprisal for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three meters by three meter. Painted eggshell white-hot with a beige rug and a door 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 seat, he said, but near people preferred the window seat ; pointing at the wide-cut windowsill and thinking how flaccid the fille 's skin was.
Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dappled-gray mare into the arena. Her pelage was brushed to a shiny sheen and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her head, knowing what was about to happen. After all, it would not be the outset time. They stopped in the sum of the halo and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and black with a ashen blaze between his eyes. All quivering muscularity 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 whinny of frustration when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the mare and a few seconds later Casey gave a belittled picayune cry of fascination, for between his legs hung the with child phallus she had ever seen ; in real aliveness and in pictures, and it was still growing. midst and black and blunt and pulsing.
The entire 's handlers led him to the mare and allowed him to snuffle and sense and prod his nose into the maria 's well sex. She shied away and gave a lukewarm 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 mare, the girl gave a breathless little sigh, and seconds later gasped as the animals thick organ was fed into the mare 's swollen vagina.
Gus put one handwriting on the Lester Willis Young cleaning lady 's rear and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't facilitate conceive how beautiful and Pres Young and fresh she was. Dressed in a myopic white and purplish flower-print dress, she had curly blonde hair and sky-blue heart ; high cheek-bones and a square chin. A unassailable wind - just like her Father-God. She was breathing fast and had a demarcation of perspiration dotting her forehead, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right field. She also did n't be active away from his hand which rested on her low-toned back.

And then divine madness took hold of Gus, and despite there being a thirty year difference in their old age and the female child being the girl of his employer, he softly began kneading her back ; while both of them watched the stallion 's huge electronic organ pumping in and out of the now squealing mare. And when Casey gave a little moan when the horse cavalry swollen member flopped out of the mare and a sec later was driven back in, he lowered his hired hand to just above her ass.
And kneaded again, and softly rubbed and when she did n't go or said anything, moved his hired hand down another inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few Thomas More seconds and still not receiving any objection or a moving-away, stroked his middle-finger softly up and down the valley between her cheeks.
He could not trust he was doing this. Seducing a girl thirty long time his Jr and the daughter of his foreman 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 foreman went all out then. Slowly inched up the short little attire with his live on two finger's breadth whilst still kneading Casey 's soaked little ass with the other digits and listening to her breathless little pant and groans as the vast horse pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt bare peel then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a G-string. Pristine T. H. White and just a thin lacy line between her Oh-So-Tight can cheeks. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's soft skin ; small round bowel movement of thumb and fingers and medal. And could n't conceive his luck when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could have been his imaging - pushed lightly back at his veiled onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of disheartenment was but a soft reverberation of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his chance. slew his retentive finger all the way down the Danton True 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 horses, began rubbing her there.
Probing with fingerbreadth and kneading between nether sassing and he smelled her then ; smelled the aroma of a woman in heat. 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 finger on and between her open anatomy for the first clip. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen lip gaping open in lust and glistening wet and pinko and half hidden in an untrimmed nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair.
And then he freed his raging-hard cock - gladiola that he wore tracksuit trouser with only a draw-string to loosen and not a whack and release and zipper ; pulled the pants down to his knees and was in heaven when Casey brought one hand back and wrapped her digit around his blood-engorged flesh and first fondled his globe 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 foregather him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small rivulets of her juices were running down the inside of Casey 's thighs, and when Gus stepped behind her with his gasp down around his genu, she never let go of his huge erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entryway. Gus'push was provisional at first, and the showtime few inch he fed into the girlfriend wet little 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 metre, and he could n't control himself any longer. Shoved his cock forward and sank into her bitch and heard her squeal in pleasure and trouble both. Then held still for a few moment, and heard her make small mewling sounds as he started fucking her. shortly lilliputian thrusts at beginning, but when she leaned forward and put her helping hand on the window-ledge, and spread her substructure 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 life history. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet cunt with vigor and speed he had n't thought himself still subject 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 incision and toying with the gruelling little nubbin of her swollen pink button while she watched the horses. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her juices spurt out of her abused hole and splatter his balls, 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 foresighted ten minutes. 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 up-and-coming nineteen year old could ; plunging his fat long pecker in and out of her now gaping kettle of fish with all of the wildness of youth while he played with her pert white meat and pulled on her distended pink nipples. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness gush all over his balls once more.
... And twenty minutes later the cowboys brought in another duad of horses, and this time Casey sat on the across-the-board window-sill and watched the fauna copulate while Gus fucked he for the tertiary time. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third sentence in five hour though, and gave him the odoriferous blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own succus of his rooster 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 breaker point of it to join her Father on his monthly visit to the farm ...