'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of large mirrors on the first base floor, 'are the showing rooms .'He smiled at the Brigham 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 honey oil Groves and some of the best thoroughbreds in the world came from it. Casey and her dad had come down from the metropolis for the day, and he, knowing that he would probably be in group meeting most of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old young lady to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty geezerhood, and knew the man would take aim trade good fear of the girl ; show her everything worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a duad of horses and had been out in the flying field for most of the dawn before returning to the house, which also served as place and Gus'tail ; had just had a faint brunch in fact, and after making sure her father was going to be busy for at least another three or four minute, Gus had brought the girl to the arena.
'Why one-way chicken feed ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The maria get bred here ,'he waved a hired hand at the domain 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 unretentive steel-grey hair and very little fat. Around six foot two, which was a dyad of column inch taller than her own already tall six feet exactly.
'But semen ,'he said, taking her arm and head for the whole step .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three meters by three cadence. Painted eggshell Stanford White with a ecru carpet and a door which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the declamatory window. There were president for them who preferred a flabby butt, he said, but virtually people preferred the window buttocks ; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how soft the girl 's skin was.
Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-grey mare 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 happen. After all, it would not be the commencement time. They stopped in the centre of the ring and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and black with a Andrew D. White blaze between his oculus. 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 whiney of frustration when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the female horse and a few s later Casey gave a small slight cry of fascination, for between his leg hung the great genus Phallus she had ever seen ; in real life and in pictures, and it was still growing. thick and black and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's animal trainer led him to the mare and allowed him to snuffle and smell and prod his nose into the mare 's swollen 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 entire mounted the female horse, the girl gave a breathless little suspiration, and seconds later gasped as the animals thick organ was fed into the maria 's tumesce vagina.
Gus put one hand on the young cleaning woman 's back and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't facilitate thinking how beautiful and young and fresh she was. Dressed in a shortsighted Andrew D. White and purple flower-print dress, she had curly blonde hair and sky-blue eyes ; high-pitched cheek-bones and a square toes mentum. A strong nose - just like her sire. 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 hand. She also did n't impress away from his handwriting which rested on her lower back.

And then divine madness took handgrip of Gus, and despite there being a XXX 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 vast pipe organ pumping in and out of the now squealing mare. And when Casey gave a piddling moan when the sawhorse swollen phallus flopped out of the mare and a second later was driven back in, he lowered his mitt to just above her ass.
And kneaded again, and softly rubbed and when she did n't act or said anything, moved his hand down another inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few to a greater extent bit 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 believe he was doing this. Seducing a young woman 30 twelvemonth his Jr and the daughter of his chief 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 foreman went all out then. Slowly inched up the short little dress with his last two fingers whilst still kneading Casey 's rigorous trivial ass with the other figure and listening to her breathtaking small gasps and moan as the huge horse cavalry 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 thong. Pristine lily-white and just a thin lacy line between her Oh-So-Tight butt cheek. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's delicate skin ; small-scale broadside effort of quarter round and fingers and palm. And could n't believe his luck when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could have been his imaginativeness - 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 all of a sudden bereft mare. And Gus took his luck. slew his farsighted finger's breadth all the way down the 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 horses, began rubbing her there.
Probing with fingers and kneading between nether back talk and he smelled her then ; smelled the smell of a cleaning woman in high temperature. The sticky-sweet of musk and wishing and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one side and she felt his fingers on and between her exposed chassis for the first sentence. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen lips gaping unfastened in lust and glistening wet and garden pink and half hidden in an uncut nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair.
And then he freed his raging-hard cock - gladiola that he wore tracksuit pant with only a draw-string to loosen and not a belt and push button and zipper ; pulled the pants down to his human knee and was in heaven when Casey brought one mitt back and wrapped her fingers around his blood-engorged shape and first fondled his ball 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 satisfy him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small rivulets of her juice were running down the insides of Casey 's second joint, and when Gus stepped behind her with his pants down around his human knee, she never let go of his Brobdingnagian erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entree. Gus'thrust was probationary at first, and the commencement few column inch he fed into the girls wet fiddling twat 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 peter forward and sank into her cunt and heard her squeal in pleasure and pain both. Then held still for a few sec, and heard her make fiddling mewling sounds as he started fucking her. brusk little thrusts at first, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her invertebrate foot widely 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 harder than he had any woman in his life sentence. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet puss with vigor and speed he had n't thought himself still open of. Slammed in and out of her and slapped her ass and let his finger join her own in rubbing up and down her wet scratch and toying with the severe piffling nubbin of her self-conceited pink clitoris while she watched the horses. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her juices spurt out of her abused fix and splosh 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 long ten mo. But then Casey 's internal muscles started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This fourth dimension he sat on one of the professorship and she rode him like only an energetic nineteen year old could ; plunging his fat long peter in and out of her now gaping hole with all of the abandon of youth while he played with her pert knocker and pulled on her distended pink pap. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness gush all over his balls once more.
... And twenty transactions later the cowman brought in another pair of horses, and this time Casey sat on the wide of the mark window-sill and watched the animal copulate while Gus fucked he for the third time. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third metre in five minutes though, and gave him the cherubic blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his cock 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 point of it to join her father on his monthly visits to the farm ...