Flying Figure Ranch ~Three~

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.

Cody Anderson sprawled under a tree and enjoyed the spectacle of Michelle Bowan and her mother, Deborah, as they rode school horses down the rock strewn bridle trail. Both women appeared on the verge of losing the battle with balance.

Michelle’s breasts bounced as the nag picked up its pace. Cody couldn’t drag his eyes from those beautiful bobbing melons.

With a little snooping, he’d managed to find out Michelle was one week away from turning twenty-three. Three years older than him. The idea of a hot older woman really got his motor revving.

He couldn’t get close to her without sporting a raging hard on, a fact she had noticed. More than once. Her flushed cheeks and bubbly laughter had given her away.

Cody was going to fuck the shit out of her before she left. At least he hoped he was. He didn’t think he’d misread her interest.

***

Six hours later, Cody prowled the immaculate grounds around the lodge. Horny and restless, he headed for the gazebo. Each evening, Michelle went there for an hour or so with a book. Tonight he would get there first. He could think of better ways to spend an hour. His cock grew painfully hard at his imagining what he wanted to do with her.

He trotted up the steps of the rose shrouded gazebo and parked his ass on the glider. Unless she changed her routine, she should be along soon enough.

Moments later, light footsteps brushed through the freshly clipped lawn. She came around the side and spied him. A smile curled her lovely pink lips. His dick strained at his zipper. How good those lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

Sitting with his legs splayed apart, in open invitation, it was more than obvious that he was already rock hard. Michelle’s eyes widened and she stared at his crotch. She must have caught herself because she glanced away. The lighting was sufficient that the flush of color on her cheeks heightened her natural beauty. “Michelle?”

“I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.” She came on up the steps and stood before him.

“I know.” He grinned at her. “I knew you sat here every night and read. I thought maybe you would hang out with me for a while.” He indicated the seat next to him.

“Sure. Why not?” She sat close beside him with a slight rustle of fabric. The blue-green of her blouse complemented her eyes, making them more green than hazel. A string of small pearls circled her throat. Michelle was one classy looking lady. Not his usual type at all. Cody had a thing for leather clad band groupies. Not marriage material but a lot of fun to spend a few sweaty hours with.

He shoved his hair back from his face. “You guys are staying another week, aren’t you?” An exotic perfume clung to her skin. Cody wanted to wallow in it and get her scent all over him. Wanting to savor her fragrance, he drew the scent deep into his lungs.

“Yeah. We go back to Florida next Sunday.”

“You like living there?”

“It’s okay. Kinda hot.”

Cody doubted it could be one degree higher than the temperature blazing in his jeans.

“I was hoping that maybe we could get together before I left.”

“You were?” It came out a croak. Shit. He sounded like some dumb kid. Not exactly how he wanted to come off to her.

“Yeah,” she said and laughed. Then she looked directly at his crotch. “Were you thinking along the same line?”

“What line would that be?” His heart pounded.

She raised a delicately plucked eyebrow then leaned over and put her hand on the bulge in his jeans and rubbed over him. “What do you think I mean?” she purred. “You hardly seem naive.”

Cody glanced around. They had the grounds to themselves. The gazebo sat well away from the lodge and the lighting was soft and didn’t go far beyond the little structure. Surely no one would hear them if things got interesting. “I’m not,” he said.

She moved closer and before he knew what was happening, she kissed him. And he was kissing back. Then she opened and allowed him to deepen the kiss. A faint hint of chocolate and strawberries flavored her mouth. Somehow, and Cody wasn’t sure how it happened, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her arms went around his neck and she leaned into him.

Her gorgeous red hair smelled like some kind of flower. Jasmine maybe.

Her hand strayed down and massaged his cock through the denim. Cody groaned and shoved upward against her palm. She broke the kiss and giggled. “You like that?” she whispered.

“Yes. Please don’t stop.” Heat burned under his skin. He gripped her waist, his hands sliding over cool, expensive silk, and drew her closer to him.

“I’m not.” She rubbed more forcefully until Cody lost control and humped against her teasing fingers. “That’s it, baby.” She deftly slid the zipper down and reached inside to grasp him.

Oh shit.

Warm fingers circled him, then stroked gently, over stimulating him. His balls tightened.

“You’re nothing like your brothers,” she said as her hand worked him. “You look more like a rock and roll boy than someone working a ranch.”

“I am. I play guitar in a local rock band. I’m not much help here.”

“Ah ha. You’re the family rebel?”

“I guess so.”

“Beautiful. I love fucking band boys. I want to hear you play.”

Shit no. He was on the verge of coming in his pants. He caught her wrist. “I’m going to. . . If you don’t stop, I’m going to get off.”

She released him and removed her hand from his jeans. “What’s the matter?” she whispered. “Don’t you want to fool around?”

“Yeah. I want to. It’s just—”

“Good,” she said and caught his lips again.

Cody was used to being in charge. He’d never been with such an aggressive female before. Part of him didn’t like relinquishing control. Another part was enjoying her boldness immensely.

She broke the kiss. “So will you play for me before I leave?”

“Yeah, sure. You’ll have to come to my practice room though. My brothers don’t like me playing where guests can hear.”

“I’d love to see where you practice. Maybe we can. . .find something else to do there after you play for me.” A sly smile curled her lips.

In an easy motion, she leaned forward and pressed her soft but demanding lips to his. Her tongue shot into his mouth and tangled with his. Moaning, he slid his hands down her sides and pulled her tighter against him. She eased up onto his crotch and humped on him. His breath hung in his throat.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” she asked.

“Oh yeah.”

Her tongue pushed back in his mouth before he could say anything else. Holy shit. She was a wildcat. Of all his bar conquests, he’d never been with a woman quite like her before. He slipped his hands under her shirt and stroked up over her warm flesh until he reached her firm, bare breasts.

Her back arched, placing the globes firmly in his hands. He wanted to lick and suck on them but her shirt was in the way. Instead, he caressed the hard little buds with his thumbs.

Giving voice to her pleasure, she threw her head back and let out a long, low moan. She gyrated on his cock, grinding hard against his jeans. Groaning, he thrust up to meet her, rubbing their crotches against each other.

Her fingers twisted in his hair and pulled. Then her mouth mashed against his in a rough kiss. Their tongues twined together in another hot tongue tango.

Head spinning, Cody let her lead.

She broke the kiss and leaned back. “You’re a good kisser. What else do you do well?”

Cody must have given her a startled look because she laughed and slid back off his aching crotch. “I’m not a slut. I just really like you. I wanted you the first day we arrived.”

“For real?” Oh now there was a brilliant response. She was definitely in charge. And Cody wasn’t sure how that had happened. But he didn’t care.

Grinning, she reached for the button on his Levi’s and deftly flicked it open. The zipper followed. “So tell me, what else do you do well?”

“I know how to please a woman.” He cocked an eyebrow. “And then some.”

Her warm fingers were on him again, freeing him from his underwear. “Ohhhh, he’s a nice one,” she murmured and ran her hand up and down his length a few times then squeezed the head.

Cody almost whimpered. He was far from inexperienced but Michelle wasn’t like any of the young women he’d been with. They had all let him take control. Sometimes the sex had been good, other times, depending on their experience, not so much. But all of them had given him the dominant position. She was like none of them.

Sex with Michelle was going to be mind blowing. At least he thought so.

She slid off his lap, maneuvering into the space between his legs where she dropped to her knees.

Oh holy shit—

She met his eyes and a smile curled her lips then she bent over him. Her hair fell around him in an auburn curtain. A moment later, her hot mouth closed on the head of his cock.

Cody sucked in his breath. He curled his fingers into her hair and urged her to take more of him into her hot little mouth. She glanced up, her eyes sparking like emeralds.

“Please,” Cody said. “Don’t stop.”

Slowly, she took him in, sliding down on his dick until she had engulfed him.

“Oh, God,” Cody moaned and released her hair. He grasped one of the slats in the glider, wrapping his fingers around the smooth wood. His hips thrust upward as he tried to fit more of himself in her throat.

Michelle slowly slid back up on him, made eye contact then took him in again. Her nails bit into him as she eased into a steady rhythm, bobbing on his cock as her beautiful red hair obscured her face.

Heat and pleasure steamed through him as she increased her pace. “Michelle. . .”

She moved faster.

His cock jerked. Oh shit. He wanted to fuck her and that was about to be negated by her talented little mouth. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”

She ignored him.

“Michelle! Shit.” Before he could do anything else, his orgasm roared through and over him. She swallowed, drinking him down until, wrung out, he leaned back against the glider. He felt totally limp, except for his cock which was softening but far from flaccid.

Finally, she eased back until only the head remained in her mouth. She cleaned him carefully with her tongue then released him. Slowly, she licked her lips and gave him a suggestive smile.

“Jesus, that was fantastic,” he said. “I want to fuck you though.”

“And so you shall lovely, Cody. I can think of something for you to do while we wait for you to recover.”

“What?” he asked.

“Your turn. I want you to take care of me now.”

“Oh. Oh sure.” She wanted him to return the favor. He glanced around. Aside from a few horses in a nearby paddock, nothing stirred. “You wanna go somewhere else?” He arranged his dick back in his Levis.

“No. Right here is fine. No one is out but us.” She stood, kicked off her shoes, peeled off her socks, and shucked her jeans and panties. Then graceful as a cat, she reclined on the glider and placed the inside leg up on the backrest. Her glistening center lay open and exposed. He couldn’t take his eyes from the moist slit that promised hot pleasure. His cock stirred, starting to harden again.

He tucked one leg under him so he faced her then he bent and buried his face in hot, wet pussy. Eyes closed, he breathed in the scent of clean female. His tongue shot out and licked along her slit in a slow sweep.

She tasted like vanilla. At her moan, he licked again. Then he pushed his tongue into her. His fingers got into the act and found her clit. He stroked over the little nub until her moans were constant and escalating. The louder she moaned, the more firm his strokes became while his tongue probed at her opening, going in and out as if he were fucking her. As he lapped at her, he steadily worked her nub, stroking over the hard little bud until her hips thrust upward and she let out a high pitched wail.

Her cry waivered as her hips undulated and only then did he realize that she’d been moaning at a loud volume the entire time he’d been tonguing her. Holy shit. Had anyone heard them? He glanced around furtively but saw no one.

He doubted his brothers thought him inexperienced, they couldn’t be that naive, but fucking guests within sight of the lodge wouldn’t be looked on favorably. Not that he’d actually done her yet, but that was next on his agenda. Because he had to get in her. He wanted to bury his dick in that wet heat and let her walls squeeze him once he lodged inside her. He was plenty big and she should be good and tight.

His cock jerked behind his zipper as his imagination ran wild with how awesome sticking himself in her was going to be.

“Okay, band boy. Get rid of the Levis and have a seat. Time for the encore,” she said and laughed. “Do you sing, too?”

“Sometimes. I do all right, but guitar is my thing.”

“You want to be a rock star?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Baby, you need to pack up your shit and go to LA.”

“Yeah. I know. Maybe someday.” He stood, dug a condom from his back pocket and divested himself of his shoes and jeans. Then he planted his ass on the glider as she’d requested. He ripped open the little foil packet and quickly rolled on the latex sheath.

“You always wear those?”

“Absolutely. No chick is going to trap my ass. Or give me some shit to remember her by either.”

“Smart guy. You’re gonna go far.”

He grinned. “Think so?”

“Yes, I do.” She climbed on his lap and straddled him, resting on her lower legs. She raised up, grasped his dick and lowered herself down on his cock. A little moan came out of her as she settled down on him. “Jesus, Cody, you’re big.”

“Yeah, and your pussy’s tight as a glove. Makes for some good sex.”

She leaned forward and whispered, “Rock this contraption, baby. I want to feel that big cock in action.”

He pushed the glider into gentle motion and Michelle began to move against the direction of the swing. She rode him in slow counterpart to the glider.

“Oh my God,” Cody said and moved faster, pushing her to increase her motions.

A long groan came out of her. She picked up her pace, driving him to keep up. A string of moans floated from her, each louder that the last.

He wished she’d shut up with the moaning before someone heard her and came to see what the hell was going on. He leaned forward and kissed her to keep her quiet. Her arms went around his neck and she moaned against his lips.

He shoved his tongue in her mouth, effectively silencing her. Kissing back, her tongue twisted with his in a dance of its own.

His hands slid up under her blouse and latched onto her breasts. As she moaned, he thumbed the twin pebbled buds then gently rolled them. Breaking the kiss, he shoved up her shirt and bent to take one pert nipple into his mouth. He laved the peak, nipped, then licked over the hard little nub. Suckling with greedy abandon, he took more of the firm globe into his hungry mouth.

A long groan came out of her, but not too loud. Cody switched to the other breast and massaged the one he’d abandoned with his hand as his tongue lavished attention on its twin.

She arched her back and wailed, “Cody.” Dragging his name out in a shrill voice.

A screen door banged closed.

Fuck! They needed to finish before they gathered an unwanted audience.

“Shhh,” he hissed. “Someone’s outside. They’ll hear you.”

She giggled and rode him harder which made the glider squeak in time with her grinding hips. “We’re both adults. What do you care if someone sees us?”

“It’s bad form. People didn’t come here for a peep show.”

She shook her head and laughed. Then she ran her fingers through his hair, bent and kissed him. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and he gave in to her yet again. Letting her have control.

She broke the kiss, planted her hands on his shoulders, and went for release. She threw her head back, and grunting, pumped hard on him. As her moans of passion increased, so did the squeaking protests of the glider. Cody’s own orgasm was moments away. His lower back tingled with the little tell-tale sign that he was going to come.

She bounced on his cock as the swing squeaked along in time to her actions. His own grunts added to the chorus of pleasure. She picked up her pace then stiffened. As she leaned back, a long wavering howl ripped out of her. At the same instant, her pussy clenched him, released then tightened again, squeezing him between her walls.

Cody grunted, pumped hard, and lost it. His orgasm roared through him. When it was over she leaned her forehead against his shoulder and panted for breath. “Wow,” she said. “You can fuck me any day.”

Likewise panting, Cody grinned. “I think we can make that happen again.” Only next time he would be smart enough to get her far away from the lodge before he nailed her. They’d been lucky not to draw a crowd. He would take her in his practice room. No one would bother them there and he could fuck her all night with no one the wiser.

He lifted her off his latex encased cock and quickly stripped off the condom. A slow grin crawled over his face. “Until tomorrow night, my beauty. And we’ll do it all again.”

Copyright © 2011 Nickie Asher

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