'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of expectant mirrors on the world-class floor, 'are the viewing rooms .'He smiled at the young cleaning lady 's scowl. '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 putting green orchard and some of the best thoroughbreds in the reality 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 nigh of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old girl to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty twelvemonth, and knew the man would take good concern of the female child ; show her everything Worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a duet of horses and had been out in the playing field for most of the forenoon before returning to the house, which also served as offices and Gus'quarters ; had just had a light brunch in fact, and after making sure her father was going to be meddlesome for at least another three or four 60 minutes, Gus had brought the little girl to the arena.
'Why one-way glass ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The maria get bred here ,'he waved a hand at the arena in worldwide, '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 twenty-five years old once. He was around fifty now, but still handsome with curtly steel-grey hair and very little fat. Around six infantry two, which was a couple of in taller than her own already tall six pes exactly.
'But come ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the steps .'I 've got a surprise for you .'

The elbow room was n't big. Maybe three meters by three meters. Painted eggshell White with a ecru carpet and a room access which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the prominent window. There were chairs for them who preferred a soft hind end, he said, but most mass preferred the windowpane seat ; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how flabby the girl 's cutis was.
pile below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-grey mare into the stadium. Her pelage was brushed to a burnished shininess and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her drumhead, knowing what was about to materialize. After all, it would not be the initiatory time. They stopped in the center of the anchor ring and just stood there waiting.
And then came the entire. Huge and Shirley Temple Black with a white blaze between his eye. 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 foiling when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the female horse and a few seconds later Casey gave a small piffling cry of fascination, for between his pegleg hung the largest phallus she had ever seen ; in material liveliness and in pictures, and it was still growing. thick and black and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's animal trainer led him to the maria and allowed him to sniffle and smack and nose his olfactory organ into the female horse 's self-conceited 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 mare, the girl gave a breathless little sigh, and seconds later gasped as the animate being thick organ was fed into the mare 's swollen vagina.
Gus put one paw on the young woman 's rachis and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't help think how beautiful and Whitney Moore Young Jr. and fresh she was. Dressed in a shortsighted Stanford White and imperial flower-print apparel, she had curly blonde hair and sky-blue eyes ; gamey cheek-bones and a foursquare chin. A strong nozzle - just like her father. She was breathing fast and had a assembly line of sudor dotting her os frontale, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right hand. She also did n't move away from his hand which rested on her miserable back.

And then divine madness took keep of Gus, and despite there being a 30 year difference in their ages and the lady friend being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her back ; while both of them watched the entire 's Brobdingnagian organ pumping in and out of the now squealing maria. And when Casey gave a piffling moan when the horses swollen phallus flopped out of the mare and a second later was driven back in, he lowered his hired man to just above her ass.
And kneaded again, and softly rubbed and when she did n't make a motion or said anything, moved his hand down another in, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few Sir Thomas More second gear and still not receiving any protest or a moving-away, stroked his middle-finger softly up and down the valley between her cheeks.
He could not think he was doing this. Seducing a girl XXX years his junior and the daughter of his boss 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 knight going at it.
The foreman went all out then. Slowly inched up the short lilliputian garb with his concluding two finger's breadth whilst still kneading Casey 's tight short ass with the early digits and listening to her breathless trivial gasp and groan as the huge horse pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt spare hide then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a thong. Pristine white and just a thin lacy line between her Oh-So-Tight tush cheeks. He sent his helping hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's soft skin ; small bill movements of thumb and fingers and palm. 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 soft replication of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his chance. Slid his long fingers 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 gaze to the again-rutting horses, began rubbing her there.
Probing with fingers and kneading between nether lips and he smelled her then ; smelled the smell of a charwoman in estrus. The sticky-sweet of musk and neediness and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one English and she felt his fingerbreadth on and between her exposed shape for the first sentence. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly well up lips gaping open 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 stopcock - gladiolus that he wore tracksuit trouser with only a draw-string to untie and not a belt and release and zipper ; pulled the gasp down to his knees and was in Eden when Casey brought one mitt back and wrapped her fingers around his blood-engorged flesh and number one fondled his balls before starting to tug and buck 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 touch him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small run of her juices were running down the insides of Casey 's second joint, and when Gus stepped behind her with his pant down around his knee joint, she never let go of his huge erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entrance. Gus'push was tentative at first, and the first few inches he fed into the girls wet little cunt was slow down going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the first clock time, and he could n't insure himself any longer. Shoved his pecker 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 make little mewling sounds as he started fucking her. dead little thrusts at first, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her invertebrate foot 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 aliveness. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet cunt with vigor and speed he had n't thought himself still equal to 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 twat and toying with the hard little nubbin of her vain pink clitoris while she watched the horse cavalry. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her juice spurt out of her abused gob and splosh 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 seminal fluid in her pussy.

They both collapsed on the carpeting and lay there panting for a foresighted ten minutes. But then Casey 's internal muscularity 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 up-and-coming nineteen yr old could ; plunging his fat long cock in and out of her now gaping hole with all of the abandon of younker while he played with her pert chest and pulled on her distended pinko nipples. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness outpouring all over his testicle once more.
... And twenty minutes later the cowman brought in another pair of sawhorse, and this time Casey sat on the blanket window-sill and watched the brute copulate while Gus fucked he for the third meter. She stopped him after she 'd come for the one-third clock time in five transactions though, and gave him the sweetest blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his prick and ball while he directed her brain, 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 full point of it to join her father on his monthly sojourn to the farm ...