Flying Figure Ranch ~Two~

Content advisory: m/f sex, oral sex

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

Lacy Anderson brushed her bay mare and admired Tory Greenway’s firm ass as he leaned against the fence and watched her brother work one of the young, green broke horses.

Tory didn’t know one end of a horse from the other which was usually a fatal flaw as far as she was concerned, but she’d made an exception for him.

He’d arrived the previous afternoon but she hadn’t had the opportunity to get him alone. That was about to change.

She ran the rice root brush over the mare’s sleek coat, careful not to flick dust off the shiny red-brown hair onto her clothes. When she finished she unclipped the cross ties and led the horse back to her stall.

After checking her clothes for grooming debris, she walked casually toward the fence and leaned on the top rail alongside Tory.

He nodded in acknowledgment. “Fine looking horses,” he said.

As if he knew anything about them. But that wasn’t important.

“So, Tory, what do you do for a living?” She didn’t care what his occupation was. All she wanted was to get his clothes off, but she couldn’t blurt out that she was dying to fuck is brains out.

“I design monsters.”

“Excuse me?” Had she heard him correctly?

Tory laughed and turned to face her. The first faint traces of laugh lines crinkled at the corners of his gorgeous hazel eyes. She guessed him at about thirty.

“I make movie monsters. Computer generated. Sounds a lot more exciting than it is.”

“Oh! That does sound interesting.” She didn’t want to be impressed but she was. “What kind of monsters?”

“Any kind I’m paid to create.” He flashed a smile that showed perfect teeth. “I’ve done werewolves, dinosaurs, a swamp creature, giant bugs, a few aliens.” He shrugged. “It’s fun. I enjoy it.”

“I can imagine.” She’d like to see if he was packing his own personal monster in his jeans. Hopefully she would find out.  Switching gears she said, “Have you had a chance to walk to the swimming hole? It’s very pretty there.” It was a good place for more than swimming.

“No. Is it far?”

“About two miles. Would you like to see it?”

“I’m up for it.”

A smile spread over her face. She sure as hell hoped he’d be up for it. “Great. Let’s go.” She waited for him to move away from the rail before she turned and took off for the creek trail wiggling her ass with each step. He closed the distance between them in moments.

With Tory beside her, she headed into the woods. The path was covered with soft pine needles and the trees immediately closed around them, giving complete privacy. A breeze sighed through the evergreens, caressing her skin.

Glancing furtively at him, she admired his well packaged body. For a computer geek he was buff. He obviously spent all his free time at the gym working on all those lovely muscles.

“It’s nice here,” he said.

“We like it.”

“I can understand why. It’s so peaceful. Not like the insanity of Hollywood.”

“Have you met many stars?” Why the hell had she asked such a stupid thing? He was in the movie business, of course he’d met a lot of celebrities.

“Enough,” he said. “Most are. . .not my kind of people. In a world of their own. You know?”

She knew all right. They’d had a couple Hollywood types since taking over the family business. She could live the rest of her life without catering to another celebrity.

They walked companionably toward the gurgle of slow moving water. The trail forked and she led him down a small incline to one of the prettiest places on the creek. Huge slabs of rock jutted upward making the place a natural secluded spot to swim.

“What do you think?” she asked and waived a hand at the swimming hole.

“I think I’d like to go for a dip.” He gave her a shit eating grin. “But I don’t have my trunks.”

“So,” she said boldly. “You don’t need them.”

He quirked up an eyebrow. “Only if you’ll join me. Will you, Lacy?”

Giving him a smile, she grasped the hem of her shirt and slowly pulling it over her head. Bare underneath, her nipples were tingly and hard as pebbles.

He sucked in his breath.

“Like what you see?” she asked.

“Very much.” His eyes glittered.

She planted her hands on her hips, jutting her breasts even higher.

“Touch me,” she whispered, her voice going husky. “I want you, Tory.”

He groaned and reached for her, pulling her up against him. His cotton shirt rubbed her in a delightful way that made her nipples tingle. Heat spread through her, pooling at her crotch.

He cupped the back of her head, his mouth seeking hers in a hungry kiss. His lips claimed hers as he licked and probed. Eagerly accepting him, she opened, letting him explore her with slow hot sweeps of his tongue.

His natural fragrance, which conjured images of the deep woods and fertile earth, filled her senses. She moaned against his mouth as her hands delved into his thick, dark hair.

His hand skimmed up her side and captured her breast. Teasing the taunt peak, he pinched then stroked until the bud became even harder.

Heat pooled between her legs and her pussy tingled.

He reached for her pants and worked the button loose before running the zipper down. Without missing a beat, he hooked his hands into the waistband and shoved them down over her hips. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled out of her Levis. The scrap of her lace panties went next.

Following his lead, she deftly undid his jeans. She found the opening in his underwear and her fingers curled around his thick cock. Her excitement escalated in anticipation of that big dick slipping inside her pussy.  A moan escaped as she ran her hand along his length, stroking firmly.

After a few moments, she released him and stepped back. She wanted to swim, but she wanted to relive the coiled tension first.

She stood before him, proud in her nudity.

“You’re beautiful, Lacy.”

“I want you, Tory. Now. I want you to make love to me.”

He stepped close and drew her into his strong arms. As he bent, his breath blew across her ear, warm, tickling. He nuzzled into her neck then pressed a line of kisses down to her shoulder.

Her arms slid around him, and her fingers sank into his shaggy hair. With a groan he kissed her. She opened for him and their tongues tangled together. To her delight he tasted of cinnamon.

His hands skimmed down between them and cupped her breasts. She sighed as his thumbs stroked over the hard nipples. Delicious tingles shot through her and she desperately wanted his mouth on her. Instead he pinched and then rolled the taut peaks. A groan slipped from her and her back arched pushing her breasts forward.

“Lovely,” he whispered as he lifted her and carried her to a patch of lush grass where he deposited her. “I want to eat every inch of you.”

She shivered with anticipation.

“I’m going to make you feel good,” he said then bent and fastened his hot mouth on her nipple. His tongue danced over the little bud, licking and tickling. He nipped, held gently then laved over the skin, soothing the bite.

Pleasure burned through her and moisture gathered at her opening, preparing for his entry. She sighed as his mouth and lips attended to her.

She skimmed her hands over his pecs and touched his nipples, running the tips of her nails over them. He gasped against her flesh and stilled as if he’d forgotten what he was doing. She pinched as he had done then gently scratched over him again.

A shudder ran through his body, rewarding her with satisfaction.

Backing off, he repositioned himself. “Bend your legs,” he demanded.

She drew them up.

“Spread.”

With no hesitation, she opened herself, exposing her pussy. A breath of air brushed her skin and she shivered in anticipation.

Easing between her legs, his gaze fastened on her center. He licked his lips. She tingled in all the right places. God, she needed him to touch her.

Then he did. He stroked her clit, drawing a low moan from her. Increasing the pressure, he continued a steady rub on the little bud of flesh that held the key to so much pleasure. Under his talented fingers, she practically purred.

“Jesus, Tory, you’re making me horny as hell.”

“Good. I want you more than ready when I fuck you.” He eased a finger inside her and pumped slowly.

Lacy’s hands curled into the grass and her hips rose seeking deeper penetration.

“Like that, pretty lady?”

“Oh yes. More.”

He slipped another digit in her wet heat and thrust more vigorously amid her moans of pleasure.

She needed to get her hands on his cock but his damn pants were in the way. She shoved at the waistband, wanting them off his tight ass.

He laughed. “No. Just wait. I’m not done yet.”

She groaned.

Adding a third finger in her clenching pussy while his other hand rubbed her clit sent her spinning through waves of pleasure. Moaning, she lifted her hips and thought she might die if she didn’t come soon to relieve the building pressure.

And then it was happening. Her hips bucked hard on his thrusting fingers and a long wail came out of her. Her pussy clenched, gripping and releasing him until she was wrung out. Then she stilled and collapsed back on the grass. “Oh my, God, that was fantastic.”

“Glad you liked it but we‘re far from finished.” A shit eating grin spread across his face as he began stroking her still sensitive clit.

Whimpering she bit her lip.

Repositioning, he bent over her and blew across her heated flesh sending a tingle through her. Following up with a long stroke of his hot tongue, he licked from her opening to her throbbing clit. A moan tumbled out of her and her hands sank into the grass.

He licked back down and swirled around her hole before probing just inside the entrance. Then he rapidly thrust his tongue in and out until she rose up, stuffing her pussy in his face. He continued pleasuring her until she was on the brink of another orgasm. Then he pulled back despite her groan of disappointment. He stood and shed his shoes and jeans. His cock jutted up, stiff and proud, from a nest of brown curls.

Oh to get her hands on his thick length, but he moved up over her, settling between her thighs. The engorged head probed her entrance before he grasped himself, positioned, and pushed just inside her opening.

She moaned, wanting more, wanting all of him.

He slid out.

Hands clawing at his back, she tried to bring him down on top of her. Desperate, she wrapped her legs around him in an effort to get more of his cock in her.

He guided his head a little deeper inside her again then pulled out.

“Stop it. Please,” she begged.

But he wasn’t ready to give in. Amid her whimpers he pulled out again. Then pushed in, going halfway before withdrawing yet again.

“Tory!” she wailed.

Finally he plunged deep and this time he didn’t withdraw.

Her soft moan seemed to encourage him and he began thrusting hard, burying himself balls-deep with each pump. His hips swung smoothly, keeping a rhythm that rapidly brought her close to the brink of orgasm.

Her moans of pleasure punctuated his strokes and her nails sank into his back and raked downward. His grunts of effort increased with his pace until he was pounding her pussy.

Heat and coiled tension gathered inside her until she peaked. A wave of pleasure crashed through and over her. Shrieking, she collapsed under him. He kept pumping but only for a few moments before his cock jerked and hot jizz shot in strong spurts within her.

He stilled then rolled off, his softening dick was slick and shiny with her moisture. He lay on his side, his head supported by his hand. “That was fantastic. I want you again before we go back.”

Blissfully she drew up one leg. He’d fucked her half senseless. She wasn’t about to turn down another ride on his lovely oversized dick. “You must be popular in Hollywood,” she said and laughed.

He snorted. “Honey, you would be surprised. The movie ladies are something else. I’m just a computer nerd, nothing to them.”

“Their loss.” And she meant it.

“Want to swim?” he asked.

“Sure.” A dip sounded nice. Gaining her feet, she said,” Last one in is a horse’s hinny.”She turned and ran for the water. He pounded right behind her then overtook her. Laughing, he passed her and splashed into the creek.

“Smart ass,” she called and sprinted in behind him. She might have lost the race but the rear view was worth it.

Tory waded until the water became deep enough for him to dive. Then he swam halfway across before he stopped and treaded water.

Lacy plunged in and swam to the center of the pool. Large slabs of rock formed a crescent on the opposite side from where they had entered the creek. As far as she was concerned the swimming hole was one of the nicest places on the property.

She swam in a lazy circle around Tory.

He dove, popping up moments later by the rocks then he vanished again only to surface in front of her.

“This is really nice,” he said. “I’m glad we came here.”

She laughed. “You better be.”

“I meant besides that.”

“How long are you staying?” she asked. “At the ranch, I mean.”

“Two weeks. Blowing my entire summer vacation here.”

“Good. You’ll find lots of activities you’ll enjoy.”

“I’m sure of it,” he said and grinning, caught her floating breast and caressed the peak. “You ever fuck in here?” he asked.

She laughed. “No. I’ve never done that.”

He raised an eyebrow and dove away again then resurfaced by the slab of rock. “Come here,” he called, his voice playful.

Pussy tingling, she swam after him.

The moment she surfaced in the waist high water he pulled her into his arms. His mouth found hers in a hot, hungry kiss and the tingle between her legs ignited into wildfire. Already his cock pressed into her belly. Her hand curled around his length, beginning a slow stroke. He groaned against her lips. After a couple of minutes he gently guided her backward toward the rocks.

When her back touched the rock he resumed plundering her mouth. The water was only knee deep. His hand slid down to the juncture of her thighs and burrowed into her folds, stroking insistently. Finding her little nub, he rubbed briskly until she moaned and sank her nails into his shoulders.

Moving lower, he slipped a digit in her pussy and pumped vigorously until she gyrated on his hand, her moans loud, encouraging. The heat in her built, the tension coiling.

Withdrawing his finger, he said, “Turn around, Lacy. And brace yourself.”

Panting in anticipation, she turned and placed her hands on the rock. She thrust her butt up slightly, waiting for his entry. She loved sex from behind, it allowed deeper penetration. And deeper was better. Besides that, there was just something wild about being taken from behind.

He pressed up against her and slid his prick between her legs. Reaching around her, he found her clit. Then he rubbed her nub as he slowly ran his dick back and forth along her folds.

She sucked in her breath then expelled it in a loud moan. Tory seemed to be in tune with everything she loved. He rocked his hips faster, increasing the friction on her wet flesh.

God, she needed him inside her, fucking her, not teasing her to death with slow torture. “Tory,” she moaned. “Please. Fuck me!”

He stopped rubbing her bud. A moment later he guided his engorged head to her opening and shoved his cock deep in her pussy.

She groaned and pushed back into him, urging him on.

He grasped her hips and drove into her so hard he nearly lifted her off her feet. “Oh, God,” she cried. “More, Tory, give me more.”

Tory did. Grunts punctuated each thrust, going so deep he bumped her cervix. She raised her ass even higher, standing on her tip toes to take more of his huge cock. His balls slapped her as he pumped like a wild man. His breath rasped harsh and blew hot on her skin.

Pleasure knotted in her until the tension finally released, sending wave after wave of delicious shudders through her. “Tory,” she shrieked. “Oh, God, Tory!”

Pounding harder, he worked for his own release. Finally he slammed in and exploded within her. His thrusts slacked off until he stopped. Still buried in her, he kissed her neck and whispered, “My God. You were magnificent.”

As their labored breathing slowly returned to normal all she could think was that she had beautiful Tory for two weeks of pleasure. She was going to savor every moment of it.

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