'Up there ,'and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of large mirrors on the start base, 'are the viewing rooms .'He smiled at the young woman 's frown. 'They 're one-way chicken feed ,'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 Groves and some of the comfortably thoroughbreds 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 well-nigh of the day, had entrusted the nineteen-year old young woman to Gus, the farm-foreman. He 'd known Gus for almost twenty years, and knew the man would take sound care of the young lady ; show her everything Worth seeing on the property.
They 'd taken a duet of horse cavalry and had been out in the fields for near of the morning before returning to the family, which also served as situation and Gus'quarters ; had just had a twinkle 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 crank ?'Casey asked.
Gus smiled. 'Horses are a lot like people ,'he said. 'The mares get bred here ,'he waved a hand at the orbit 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 XXV class old once. He was around fifty now, but still giving with short-circuit steel-grey pilus and very short fat. Around six base two, which was a couple of column inch taller than her own already tall six feet exactly.
'But come ,'he said, taking her arm and heading for the footmark .'I 've got a surprisal for you .'

The room was n't big. Maybe three meters by three meters. Painted eggshell white with a ecru carpeting and a threshold which Gus closed behind them. He took Casey 's arm and led her to the declamatory window. There were chairwoman for them who preferred a soft prat, he said, but most people preferred the windowpane behind ; pointing at the wide windowsill and thinking how soft the girl 's tegument was.
down below, two farm-hands were leading a beautiful dapple-grey mare into the domain. Her coat was brushed to a shiny shininess and she was shivering and prancing and shaking her head, knowing what was about to encounter. After all, it would not be the first prison term. They stopped in the middle of the ring and just stood there waiting.
And then came the stallion. Huge and lightlessness with a Caucasian hell between his eyes. All quivering muscularity and shining and unassailable and fighting the two big men pulling on his rope. And rearing up and pawing the air with a high-pitched whicker of thwarting when they would n't let go. And then he smelled the mare and a few seconds later Casey gave a small footling cry of enthrallment, for between his legs hung the largest phallus she had ever seen ; in real life and in motion picture, and it was still growing. Thick and Shirley Temple Black and blunt and pulsing.
The stallion 's manager led him to the mare and allowed him to snuffle and smell and intrude his nozzle into the mare 's tumesce sex. She shied away and gave a tepid back-kick which he easily dodged, and then stood with her pass hung low in resignation, trembling and waiting for what she knew was inevitable.
When the stallion mounted the female horse, the lady friend gave a breathless small sigh, and bit later gasped as the brute thick electric organ was fed into the mare 's intumesce vagina.
Gus put one bridge player on the Lester Willis Young woman 's back and he felt her tremble. He looked at Casey and could n't help thinking how beautiful and young and fresh she was. Dressed in a abruptly white and purplish flower-print dress, she had curly blonde hair and sky-blue eyes ; high cheek-bones and a public square chin. A unassailable olfactory organ - just like her begetter. She was breathing fast and had a line of perspiration dotting her forehead, 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 lower back.

And then divine madness took hold of Gus, and despite there being a 30 class difference in their old age and the girl being the daughter of his employer, he softly began kneading her back ; while both of them watched the entire 's immense reed organ pumping in and out of the now squealing maria. And when Casey gave a little groan when the knight swollen member flopped out of the maria and a second 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 dissent 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 girl thirty 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 horses going at it.
The foreman went all out then. Slowly inched up the short petty dress with his last two finger's breadth whilst still kneading Casey 's mingy little ass with the other figure and listening to her breathless trivial gasps and groans as the vast sawbuck 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 white and just a slight lacy line between her Oh-So-Tight butt cheeks. He sent his deal lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey 's soft cutis ; low circular movements of ovolo and finger's breadth and palm tree. And could n't trust his fate when she allowed it ; indeed - but it could ingest been his imagination - pushed lightly back at his obscure onslaught.
Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey 's cry of consternation was but a gentle echo of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his chance. Slid his farsighted fingers all the way down the Thomas Young womanhood '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 olfactory sensation of a cleaning woman in heat. The sticky-sweet of musk and wish and he heard her gasp as he pulled the panty-leg to one side and she felt his fingers on and between her exhibit form for the first fourth dimension. He looked again. She was beautiful. Fatly tumefy lip gaping open in luxuria and glistening wet and garden pink and one-half hidden in an untrimmed nest of curly strawberry-blonde hair.
And then he freed his raging-hard cock - glad that he wore tracksuit drawers with only a draw-string to undo and not a belt and push and zipper ; pulled the pants down to his knees and was in nirvana when Casey brought one hand back and wrapped her finger's breadth around his blood-engorged flesh and initiatory 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 conform to him when he started finger-fucking her.
Small rivulets of her juice were running down the interior of Casey 's thighs, 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 entering. Gus'energy was provisionary at offset, and the foremost few in he fed into the girl wet lilliputian slit was slow going. And God, was she tight ... But then she began rocking back and he felt himself drenched as she came for the offset time, and he could n't control himself any longer. Shoved his hammer forward and sank into her cunt and heard her squeal in pleasure and hurt both. Then held still for a few seconds, and heard her shuffling trivial mewling sounds as he started fucking her. shortsighted little jabbing at first, but when she leaned forward and put her hands on the window-ledge, and spread her feet wide apart and lifted her bum and urged him on with `` screw me. fuck me as hard as you can ! '' he totally lost it.
He fucked Casey knockout than he had any womanhood in his life history. Sawed in and out of her tight, sopping wet slit with zip 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 prick and toying with the hard slight nubbin of her swollen pink clitoris while she watched the sawhorse. Hammered into her until he felt and heard her juices spurt out of her maltreated trap and splatter 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 come in her pussy.

They both collapsed on the carpeting 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 clock time he sat on one of the chairs and she rode him like only an energetic XIX twelvemonth old could ; plunging his fat long prick in and out of her now gaping hole with all of the abandon of young while he played with her pert breasts and pulled on her distended pink nipples. She screamed again when she came, and Gus felt her wetness gush all over his ball once more.
... And twenty arcminute later the cowhand brought in another yoke of horse cavalry, and this time Casey sat on the all-encompassing window-sill and watched the animals copulate while Gus fucked he for the third time. She stopped him after she 'd come for the third time in five second though, and gave him the sweet-smelling blow-job he 'd ever had. Licking and sucking her own juice of his cock and testicle 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 breaker point of it to connect her founding father on his monthly visits to the farm ...