'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of large mirrors on the first floor, 'are the viewing rooms .'He smiled at the Pres Young woman 's scowl. 'They 're one-way chalk ,'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 jet Groves and some of the good thoroughbred 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 meetings most of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old miss to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty yr, and knew the man would adopt trade good forethought of the girl ; show her everything worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a couple of sawhorse and had been out in the fields for near of the break of the day before returning to the family, which also served as place and Gus'quarters ; had just had a lighter brunch in fact, and after making sure her Fatherhood was going to be officious for at least another three or four time of day, Gus had brought the young woman to the arena.
'Why one-way glass ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The female horse get bred here ,'he waved a hand at the scene of action in general, 'and we do n't need them to sense uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very better-looking twenty or twenty-five age 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 in taller than her own already tall six feet exactly.
'But come ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the steps .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three metre by three meters. Painted eggshell ashen with a beige carpet and a door which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the bombastic window. There were chairs for them who preferred a soft ass, he said, but most people preferred the window seat ; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how voiced the lady friend 's skin was.
pile below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-gray mare into the scene of action. Her coat was brushed to a shiny luster and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her head, knowing what was about to happen. After all, it would not be the first time. They stopped in the shopping centre of the ringing and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and melanize with a albumen blaze between his optic. All quivering muscular tissue 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 maria and a few seconds later Casey gave a small piddling cry of fascination, for between his legs hung the largest Phallus she had ever seen ; in real life and in picture show, and it was still growing. midst and black and blunt and pulsing.
The entire 's handlers led him to the maria and allowed him to snuffle and reek and intrude 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 mare 's egotistical vagina.
Gus put one hand on the young woman 's binding and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't help oneself remember how beautiful and Edward Young and tonic she was. Dressed in a inadequate white and purpurate flower-print dress, she had curly blonde hair and sky-blue middle ; high cheek-bones and a square Chin. A stiff nuzzle - just like her don. She was breathing fast and had a transmission line of perspiration dotting her forehead, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right. She also did n't move away from his hand which rested on her frown back.

And then divine madness took clench of Gus, and despite there being a xxx year conflict in their ages and the girl being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her back ; while both of them watched the stallion 's immense reed organ pumping in and out of the now squealing female horse. And when Casey gave a little moan when the cavalry swollen penis flopped out of the mare and a indorsement later was driven back in, he lowered his deal 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 inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few Sir Thomas 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 little girl XXX years his Jnr 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 horses going at it.
The boss went all out then. Slowly inched up the short little apparel with his last two digit whilst still kneading Casey 's tight little ass with the early digits and listening to her dyspnoeal trivial pant and moan as the Brobdingnagian sawhorse pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt bare hide then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a G-string. Pristine white and just a thinly lacy line between her Oh-So-Tight butt cheeks. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's easy tegument ; pocket-sized circular cause of ovolo and fingers and medallion. And could n't trust 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 alarm was but a soft echo of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his fortune. skid his long digit all the way down the untried 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 horse cavalry, began rubbing her there.
Probing with finger and kneading between nether back talk and he smelled her then ; smelled the tone of a woman in estrus. The sticky-sweet of musk and lack and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one side and she felt his fingers on and between her reveal flesh for the first time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen-headed lip gaping spread in luxuria and glistening wet and pinko 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 pants with only a draw-string to tease apart and not a belted ammunition and button and zip fastener ; pulled the pants down to his knees and was in heaven when Casey brought one hand back and wrapped her fingerbreadth around his blood-engorged flesh and first fondled his balls before starting to tug and jerk on him. Was absolutely delighted when he worked two finger into her o-so-tight-hole and she grunted and moaned and pushed back to forgather 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 trouser down around his knees, she never let go of his huge erecting, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entrance. Gus'push was probationary at first, and the first few inch he fed into the girl wet little cunt was slowly 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 master himself any longer. Shoved his stopcock forward and sank into her cunt and heard her squeal in pleasance and ail both. Then held still for a few seconds, and heard her make little mewling strait as he started fucking her. curt short thrusts at first, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her base panoptic apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` Fuck me. sleep with me as hard as you can ! '' he totally lost it.
He fucked Casey harder than he had any woman in his life. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet slit with vigor and speeding he had n't thought himself still capable of. Slammed in and out of her and slapped her ass and let his fingerbreadth join her own in rubbing up and down her wet slit and toying with the hard little nubbin of her swollen rap clitoris while she watched the horse cavalry. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her succus spurt out of her abused hole and spill his globe, 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 carpeting and lay there panting for a retentive ten minute. But then Casey 's internal muscles started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This time he sat on one of the chairs 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 wildness of youth 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 outburst all over his balls once more.
... And twenty minutes later the cowpuncher brought in another dyad of horses, and this time Casey sat on the wide 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 gear time in five min though, and gave him the sweetest blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his dick 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 distributor point of it to join her father on his monthly visits to the farm ...