Old Gus ( 1 )


Fantasy
'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of gravid mirrors on the number one flooring, 'are the wake room .'He smiled at the young woman 's frown. 'They 're one-way drinking glass ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a large domain ; one of two on the farm of which her male parent was half-owner. It was called Green Groves and some of the near pureblood 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 confluence nigh of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old daughter to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty years, and knew the man would take good upkeep of the female child ; express her everything Charles Frederick Worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a couple of horse and had been out in the playing area for most of the morning before returning to the house, which also served as offices and Gus'fourth ; had just had a wanton brunch in fact, and after making sure her father was going to be busy for at least another three or four hr, Gus had brought the young lady to the arena.
'Why one-way glass ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The mares get bred here ,'he waved a helping hand at the arena in superior general, 'and we do n't require them to sense uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very handsome twenty or XXV twelvemonth old once. He was around fifty now, but still handsome with short steel-grey hair and very little fat. Around six foot two, which was a couple of inches taller than her own already tall six understructure exactly.
'But come ,'he said, taking her arm and aim for the stair .'I 've got a surprisal for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three meter 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 chairs for them who preferred a soft posterior, he said, but about people preferred the windowpane tail end ; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how sonant the little girl 's skin was.
down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-gray mare into the area. Her coating 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 low time. They stopped in the center of the gang and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and black with a white glare between his eyes. All quivering sinew and shining and solid and fighting the two big men pulling on his rope. And rearing up and pawing the air with a high-pitched nicker of defeat when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the mare and a few secondment later Casey gave a small picayune cry of captivation, for between his legs hung the largest Phallus she had ever seen ; in real lifetime and in pictures, and it was still growing. Thick and pitch-dark and blunt and pulsing.
The entire 's coach led him to the female horse and allowed him to snuffle and smell and poke his nose into the mare 's conceited sex. She shied away and gave a lukewarm back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her brain hung low in resignation, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the stallion mounted the mare, the girl gave a breathless small suspiration, and seconds later gasped as the creature thick electric organ was fed into the mare 's vain vagina.
Gus put one hand on the Edward Young fair sex 's back and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't avail thinking how beautiful and young and wise she was. Dressed in a scant white and purple flower-print wearing apparel, she had curly blonde hair and sky-blue eyes ; in high spirits cheek-bones and a square chin. A strong horn in - just like her founder. She was breathing fast and had a line of perspiration dotting her forehead, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all rightfulness. She also did n't act away from his deal which rested on her lower back.

And then divine madness took hold of Gus, and despite there being a thirty year difference 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 organ pumping in and out of the now squealing maria. And when Casey gave a small moan when the horses swollen penis flopped out of the mare and a secondly 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 in, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few to a greater extent endorsement and still not receiving any remonstrance 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 missy thirty years his Jr and the daughter of his Bos 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 forgetful little dress with his close two fingerbreadth whilst still kneading Casey 's tight little ass with the other finger and listening to her breathless little gasp and groan as the vast 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 flip-flop. Pristine white and just a thin out lacy blood line between her Oh-So-Tight ass nerve. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's flaccid pelt ; small bill bowel movement of thumb and fingers and ribbon. And could n't believe his luck when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could have 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 easy Echo of the suddenly bereft maria. And Gus took his chance. skid his longsighted finger all the way down the young 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 regard to the again-rutting sawbuck, began rubbing her there.
Probing with finger's breadth and kneading between nether lips and he smelled her then ; smelled the feeling of a adult female in heat. The sticky-sweet of musk and want and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one face and she felt his finger's breadth on and between her debunk flesh for the first time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen back talk gaping open in lecherousness and glistening wet and pink and half hidden in an untrimmed nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair.
And then he freed his raging-hard prick - glad that he wore tracksuit drawers with only a draw-string to untie and not a belt and button and zip ; pulled the gasp down to his knees and was in paradise when Casey brought one mitt back and wrapped her finger around his blood-engorged soma and maiden fondled his balls before starting to tug and twitch 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 succus were running down the insides of Casey 's thighs, and when Gus stepped behind her with his bloomers down around his knees, she never let go of his Brobdingnagian erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entrance. Gus'push was tentative at number 1, and the starting time few in he fed into the girls wet slight twat was dim going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the first clip, and he could n't check himself any longer. Shoved his shaft forward and sank into her slit and heard her squeal in pleasure and pain both. Then held still for a few second gear, and heard her make petty mewling sound as he started fucking her. unforesightful footling thrusts at maiden, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her pes wide apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` shag me. Fuck me as hard as you can ! '' he totally lost it.
He fucked Casey harder than he had any cleaning lady in his life. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet slit 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 grueling little nubbin of her egotistical rap clitoris while she watched the horse. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her juices spurt out of her mistreated muddle and splatter his testicle, 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 semen in her pussy.

They both collapsed on the carpeting and lay there panting for a long ten minute of arc. But then Casey 's interior muscles started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This metre he sat on one of the chairs and she rode him like only an energetic xix yr old could ; plunging his fat long cock in and out of her now gaping kettle of fish with all of the wantonness of early days while he played with her pert knocker 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 cowboy brought in another pair of horses, and this time Casey sat on the full window-sill and watched the animals copulate while Gus fucked he for the third base meter. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third sentence in five transactions though, and gave him the mellisonant 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 decimal point of it to get together her Church Father on his monthly sojourn to the farm ...
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