Flying Figure Ranch ~ One

Content advisory: m/f sex, oral sex

This is a new on-going serial about a working dude ranch specializing in prize Morgan horses and wild times with horny guests.

Surveying his kingdom from the back of a fine Morgan horse, Michael Anderson’s gaze swept over the lodge sized house and barns down in the lush valley.

Below, a red sports car wound along the twisting driveway. New guests. This week they expected five, four women, one man. City folk seeking adventure on a working ranch.

Hopefully they wouldn’t be too much of a pain in his ass. He would have preferred all women. They were easy. Show them some pretty scenery. Assign them a docile horse for the week. Make sure they had nice clean accommodations, good food and varied entertainment events throughout their stay. Most were more than satisfied with that alone.

 For the more adventurous, he and his siblings had to work a bit harder.

A woman on a black horse started up the trail, heading for the knoll he occupied. His horse snorted and stamped a foot. He stroked the silky chestnut neck.”Easy, big guy. It’s Caroline.”

Caroline Moore. Tall and slim, she sat a horse like a model, except she knew how to ride. Expensive riding lessons had paid off. She also knew a good horse from a nag. More points for her.

The sun glinted off her fiery auburn hair. How he would like to run his hands through those flaming strands. He’d bet her hair was soft as silk.

She was a fine looking woman. Probably in her late twenties, maybe even thirty. And he wasn’t the only one to notice. Over the last week he’d caught all five of his younger brothers ogling her.

To his satisfaction she’d ignored every one of them. That she’d ignored him as well made no difference. She might be beautiful but she was temporary. A guest. Perhaps looking for a roll with a cowboy before she returned to her native Manhattan.

And he was the cowboy she was heading straight for on her horse. What did the pretty lady have on her mind? Looked like he was about to find out. He shifted in the saddle and waited for her to finish her ascent.

Caroline nudged her horse into a trot. Her small breasts bounced with the stride of the animal. That women seemed to love horses and riding was a wonderful thing, perhaps even a divine gift. What man didn’t appreciate the sight of a woman sitting a quality animal and her tits bouncing with each step the beast took?

His cock had apparently taken note along with the rest of him and it stiffened in appreciation. By the time she rode up beside him he had a raging hard-on pressing at his Levis.

She was leaving tomorrow afternoon. Pity it had taken her all week to decide to approach him.

“Michael,” she said. “I was hoping you might ride with me.”

“Be my pleasure. Any place in particular you’d like to go?”

“I heard some of the hands talking about a cabin up in the hills. Could we ride up there? They said the scenery was spectacular.”

The cabin? Now didn’t that lead to a world of suggestion? “It’s a long ride. Are you sure you want to go that far?”

“Oh, yes, I want to go all the way.” She grinned and shot him a sly glance.

“All right. Come on.” He turned his horse and headed up the trail.

She trotted up beside him. “Your horse is magnificent.”

“Thank you. He’s our primary stud.” He stroked the long flaxen mane. He loved the sturdy Morgan, not just because of his ability to pass his fine qualities but because he was so good natured. “You have a good eye for horses.”

“Loved them since I was a kid. And cowboys.” She gave him a sideways glance.

He stopped the stallion. “Caroline, if you’re trying to get me worked up, you’re doing an admirable job.”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief and something more. “Good. I waited for you to notice me all week.”

“Honey, I noticed you the moment those long legs slid out of your BMW. Not to mention the rest of you.”

“Glad to hear it. Now show me that cabin.” She urged her horse onward.

***

An hour later they rode out of the trees into a small clearing. The little cabin sat nestled at the back edge. Most of the remaining space was surrounded by an ancient but solid split rail fence. Somewhere beyond the trees the gurgle of water over rocks provided a backdrop to countless birds and the chirr of grasshoppers and other insects in the tall grass.

Michael rode to the gate and dismounted. He turned to assist Caroline but she sprang from the saddle unaided. He shook his head and reached for her horse’s reins. He led the animals inside the enclosure and quickly untacked them. Heads and tails held high, the horses cantered around the enclosure.

“Lovely horses,” Caroline said as they turned away from the fence.

“This way,” he said and motioned to the small log structure. It had been months since he’d been to the cabin. He hoped none of his brothers or hands had left the place a mess. He certainly wasn’t the first to bring a woman up to the little cabin.

He escorted her to the door and breathed a sigh of relief when he opened it for her.

Late morning sun shone through the windows illuminating a tidy, well kept log cabin. Though the walls were bare of any decoration, the warm stained logs gave an inviting appearance. A massive stone fireplace dominated one wall while a small table and four rustic chairs were arranged close to an ancient but still serviceable wood cook stove. A potbellied stove sat near the center of the room. The only other furniture was a decent sized bed along the back wall.

Dust motes floated in the filtered sunlight but overall the place was clean and tidy. Whoever had used it last had left it ready for the next visitor.

He looked to Caroline whose eyes were on the bed. His cock took the cue and started stiffening. “This is it,” he said. “Not much, but it’s clean and dry.”

She raised one dainty eyebrow. “Nice big bed.”

“I thought you might appreciate it.”

“I appreciate a man who knows the merits of a good bed.”

He grinned. “I’m well aware of the benefits of a good mattress. . .and how to get the most from it.”

She stepped into the circle of his arms and placing her hands on his shoulders, she said, “I had no doubt of that.”

He bent and nuzzled into the silken hair at her throat, breathing in the combined fragrances of honeysuckle shampoo and an exotic scent she’d dusted her skin with. His lips touched the warm skin at the base of her neck. She made a little sound of appreciation and molded herself against him. Small but firm breasts pushed against his chest.

One hand slid to the small of her back, pressing her more firmly against his fully erect cock while his other hand stroked up her side to capture one perfect breast. Her back arched, throwing her head back and her chest forward. He stroked his thumb back and forth over the taught bud as his hand gently massaged her breast.

She rubbed slowly against his prick, the friction of movement on denim making him even harder.

He blazed a trail of kisses up her neck to just below her ear then moved to claim her full lips.

Moaning softly she parted, allowing his questing tongue inside her hot mouth. She tasted faintly of strawberries.

Her hands slid down to his chest and began working buttons loose as he devoured her mouth. Her warm hand eased inside his shirt and stroked over his skin. Her touch was like satin. She brushed over one of his nipples then pinched it gently. He groaned in pleased surprise.

Her tongue twisted with has as her fingers continued an exquisite assault on his nipple. Stroking and pinching, circling and flicking gently. Until that moment, Michael hadn’t known what pleasure a man could experience from his nipples being relentlessly teased.

She broke from his kiss and bent. Her tongue danced over his little peak and for a second, Michael wondered if she was going to keep it up until he came in his shorts like an inexperienced kid.

“Jesus, Caroline, you’re about to make me do something embarrassing.”

She giggled against his skin, warm breath blowing over his pec. Leaving his chest, her hands explored on down his frame, traveling over ridges of muscle to the top of his jeans. She worked the button loose and ran the zipper down. Wasting no time, she delved inside his jeans and into his underwear. Her hot hand closed around his cock.

He thrust his hips forward, wanting more contact on his sensitive skin.

“You like that?” she asked.

“What do you think?”

She laughed. “I think you like my hand in your pants.”

He grunted.

She pulled his prick through the opening and stroked down his length.

His pleasure escaped on a hiss.

She increased her pressure and speed, working him until he grasped her hand.

He tucked himself back in his jeans then swept her up into his arms.

“Oh, you’re strong.” She squeezed his bicep and smiled up at him. Her eyes danced with a naughty sparkle.

He carried her to the bed, yanked back the covering with one hand then deposited her in the middle. As he stared at her, he divested himself of his clothing.

Nude, his cock hard and standing at proud attention, he crawled up on the bed and bent for a kiss. Her arms went around his neck and one hand burrowed in his hair. She nipped at his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth where she continued sucking gently.

God, he wanted her to suck his cock like that. She must have come to the same conclusion because she released him and said, “On your back, stud. I want to make you feel good.”

Oh, God, he bet she could, too. He rolled over and his dick stood at stiff attention.

Still clothed, she moved down between his legs. She grasped his balls and fondled them gently, stroking over the tender skin. She bent and licked his sack. Starting at the bottom, she licked first one side of his sack from bottom to top then worked her way down on the other side, licking every inch of his nuts.

His cock jerked, the engorged purple head already sported a drop of precum. She turned her attention to his dick. Her glossy head bent and her hot tongue touched his tip, cleaning the droplet from his slit.

He couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped his throat. “Jesus, Caroline, where have you been all my life?”

She lifted her head and grinned. “Manhattan.”

He chuckled.

She bent over him again but this time she took his head of his shaft into her mouth. His head kicked back as his hips thrust upward.

She tickled the ridge with her tongue then swirled it around the head in hot strokes. She fluttered over the tip in tiny, quick flicks.

His hands closed on the sheet and cranked into fists.

She looked up at him through darkened eyes. Then she took more of him in, slowly sinking down on his cock. She didn’t stop till she had taken half his length. He didn’t move, not wanting to cause her to back off. Then she took more of him, sinking slowly until she reached his base, taking him deep into her throat.

After a long moment she went back up on him then took him into her throat again. She bobbed on him until he couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to fuck her and if he didn’t get her off his dick he wouldn’t get the chance. Not unless she wanted to wait for him to have time to go another round. A blowjob was good but he wanted to get inside her. . .after he had a chance to taste her pussy.

He touched her shoulder to get her attention. “You need to stop. I’m going to come all over the place if you don’t.”

She eased off him. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want to eat your pussy. Get your clothes off and lie down for me.”

She slipped off the bed and shucked her clothing in record time then she climbed back onto the mattress and positioned herself dead center. “Okay, stud, let’s see what you’ve got.” She bent her knees and feet flat on the bed, she let her legs splay apart.

“Is that a challenge?” he asked as a grin sprawled across his face.

“Hell, yes.”

He crawled between her legs and ran his hands down the insides of her silky thighs, exerting slight pressure to get her to widen a little more. He kept stroking her tender thighs until she sighed with pleasure. Then he bent over her. Using his thumbs, he spread her wide open. Glistening moisture coated her slit. He bent lower and touched the tip of his tongue to her. She jumped slightly and a little gasp of pleasure came out of her.

He licked again, this time in a sweep that cleaned her moisture from her opening. He poked at her entrance with his tongue at the same moment he pressed on the little nub hidden in her folds.

She groaned and sunk her fingers into his hair. He used his tongue to simulate the fucking he was dying to give her, plunging it inside her then withdrawing, over and over. As he tongued her, he stroked her clit, rubbing first with firm pressure then with a feather touch.

He stopped tongue-fucking her and licked her swollen lips then the thin inner folds. Using his other hand, he slipped his index finger inside her. Her hot walls gripped him, squeezing around him. He pumped his finger and rubbed her nub.

Her head lashed back and forth on the pillow and little sounds of pleasure escaped her.

He added a second finger and pumped harder.

Her moans increased and her hips gyrated on the bed. “Michael,” she cried. Her walls contracted around his fingers, squeezing and releasing.

When she quieted he pull his fingers from her, licked them clean in long sweeping strokes and moved up beside her. He planted a kiss on one firm breast then drew the nipple between his teeth and nipped gently. He caressed her other breast while suckling her taut nipple.

“Michael,” it came out on a breathless moan. “Please, I need you. Now!”

He ignored her plea and kept at her breasts until she writhed under his mouth and hand, then he slid over her, fitting between her spread legs as if they were made for each other.

He guided his engorged head to her entrance and buried himself in her with one powerful thrust.

She moaned and pushed her hips up to take him deeper within her as he pumped into her. He grunted as he worked to bring her to another climax.

Caroline worked with him, tilting her hips for maximum stimulation and soon the cabin was filled with the music of her pleasured moans.

“Harder, Michael. Fuck me harder!”

He picked up his pace, banging into her pussy with the last of his stamina. She worked harder with him, slamming up against him.

“Oh, God! Oh, Michael. Give it to me. Give me everything you have.”

Grunting like a winded horse, Michael fucked her for all he was worth. He pounded into her slick heat, going balls deep with each stroke until she shrieked her pleasure. Her tight pussy milked his cock for long moments as he still drove into her. As she quieted except for quaking aftershocks, his orgasm roared through him. He exploded in hot spurts, filling her with his seed.

As last, spent and exhausted, he pulled from her slick pussy and rolled off to lie beside her. “Jesus,” he said. “That was one hell of a ride.”

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