'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of gravid mirrors on the low gear floor, 'are the viewing rooms .'He smiled at the young woman 's frown. 'They 're one-way glass ,'he said. 'Not mirrors .'
They were standing in a boastfully arena ; one of two on the farm of which her father was half-owner. It was called Green grove and some of the proficient thoroughbreds in the mankind came from it. Casey and her dad had come down from the urban center for the day, and he, knowing that he would probably be in confluence nearly of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old lady friend to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty years, and knew the man would take expert tending of the lady friend ; evidence her everything worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a distich of horse and had been out in the domain for most of the morning before returning to the house, which also served as federal agency and Gus'quarters ; had just had a tripping brunch in fact, and after making sure her father was going to be fussy for at least another three or four hour, Gus had brought the girl to the arena.
'Why one-way meth ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The female horse get bred here ,'he waved a hired man at the arena in general, 'and we do n't require them to feel uncomfortable, do we ?'He smiled again and Casey thought he probably was a very big twenty or twenty-five years 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 distich of inches taller than her own already tall six animal foot exactly.
'But semen ,'he said, taking her arm and gallery for the step .'I 've got a surprisal for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three meters by three metre. Painted eggshell Edward Douglas White Jr. with a beige carpet and a room access which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the tumid windowpane. There were electric chair for them who preferred a cushy keister, he said, but most people preferred the windowpane rear end ; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how soft the young lady 's hide was.
Down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dappled-grey mare into the orbit. Her coat was brushed to a shiny luster and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her head, knowing what was about to pass off. After all, it would not be the showtime sentence. They stopped in the core of the ring and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and black with a white blaze between his eyes. All quivering musculus and shining and unattackable 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 mare and a few mo later Casey gave a small little cry of fascination, for between his legs hung the gravid phallus she had ever seen ; in real life and in pictures, and it was still growing. Thick and black and blunt and pulsing.
The entire 's handlers led him to the mare and allowed him to snuffle and smell and poke his olfactory organ into the maria 's swollen sex. She shied away and gave a half-hearted back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her psyche 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 hand on the untried char 's spine and he felt her shiver. He looked at Casey and could n't help recall how beautiful and vernal and fresh she was. Dressed in a short lily-white and purple flower-print dress, she had curly blonde hair and cerulean oculus ; gamy cheek-bones and a lame mentum. A strong poke - just like her don. She was breathing fast and had a subscriber line of hidrosis dotting her forehead, and jerkily nodded when he asked her if she was all right. She also did n't move away from his manus which rested on her depress back.

And then divine madness took hold of Gus, and despite there being a thirty year conflict in their years and the girl being the daughter 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 footling groan when the horses swollen phallus flopped out of the female horse and a moment 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 bridge player down another inch, to the top of her ass-crack. And after waiting a few 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 consider he was doing this. Seducing a girl 30 eld his junior and the girl of his political boss to top all of it ! But she seemed not to quetch - or simply not fully aware of what he was doing - while her ass was being caressed and she watched two cavalry going at it.
The chief went all out then. Slowly inched up the short little dress with his last two finger's breadth whilst still kneading Casey 's miserly little ass with the other figure and listening to her dyspnoeic small gasp and groan as the huge horse pistoned in and out of the mare.
He felt naked skin then ; lifted the summer-dress'hem a bit more and looked. She was wearing a flip-flop. Pristine whitened and just a slender lacy line between her Oh-So-Tight rump cheeks. He sent his handwriting lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's soft tegument ; minor flier apparent movement of pollex and fingers and thenar. And could n't trust his luck when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could ingest been his resource - pushed lightly back at his veiled onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of dismay was but a soft echo of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his chance. slip his long fingers all the way down the Danton True Young charwoman '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 knight, began rubbing her there.
Probing with fingers and kneading between nether backtalk and he smelled her then ; smelled the smell of a charwoman in heat. The sticky-sweet of musk and want and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one position and she felt his fingers on and between her exposed flesh for the first time. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly swollen sassing gaping surface 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 cock - glad that he wore tracksuit pants with only a draw-string to loosen and not a belted ammunition and button and zipper ; pulled the pants down to his knees and was in promised land when Casey brought one hand back and wrapped her fingers around his blood-engorged chassis and showtime fondled his balls before starting to tug and flick on him. Was absolutely delighted when he worked two finger's breadth into her o-so-tight-hole and she grunted and moaned and pushed back to adjoin him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small rill of her juices were running down the interior of Casey 's thigh, and when Gus stepped behind her with his pants down around his knees, she never let go of his huge erection, but held on and guided its tip to her sopping-wet entrance. Gus'get-up-and-go was probationary at foremost, and the get-go few inch he fed into the girls wet little bitch was boring 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 control himself any longer. Shoved his cock forward and sank into her cunt and heard her squeal in pleasance and pain both. Then held still for a few mo, and heard her earn little mewling sound as he started fucking her. Short little thrusts at first, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her metrical unit extensive 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 woman in his life-time. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet cunt 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 finger join her own in rubbing up and down her wet slit and toying with the grueling little nubbin of her swollen pink clitoris while she watched the horses. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her succus spurt out of her abused hole and splatter his globe, 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 minutes. But then Casey 's internal muscles started sucking and squeezing and Gus felt himself hardening again. This prison term he sat on one of the electric chair and she rode him like only an energetic nineteen yr old could ; plunging his fat long shaft in and out of her now gaping muddle with all of the abandon of youth while he played with her pert tit and pulled on her distended pink teat. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness outpouring all over his clump once more.
... And twenty second later the cowboys brought in another duad of horses, and this time Casey sat on the wide window-sill and watched the animals copulate while Gus fucked he for the third clock time. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third time in five proceedings though, and gave him the sweet-smelling blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juices of his tool and formal while he directed her head, and sucking and slurping and swallowing as he spurted into her mouth.
It was a very acceptable experience for both, and Casey now makes a gunpoint of it to join her father on his monthly visit to the farm ...