Jeff Collins - Ranch house swingers

Then he moved his balls to her other leg, wrapped his legs around her other one, and placed his cockhead at the lips of her succulent pussy. He was lying half under her and at right angles to her, ready to bury his meat in her hole.

She moved his dick in her cunt slit, lubricating the head and teasing her own clit, using his hard dick to masturbate. David took his meat back from her, put it in place, and ploughed into her pussy, pumping the full length of his shaft with each stroke. She moved the leg that was over his to a position above his shoulder, letting him look down at her pussy and watch himself fucking her.

"Beautiful team, aren't we, David?" Addie moaned. "We fit, David. We always will."

"Wanna bet?" he mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing. Fuck back, you bitch. Let's come." As he fucked her, he fingered her, playing with her clitoris, until Addie was groaning with lust. His prick was ready to pop. She began to writhe with the build-up of excitement, and steady moans and groans erupted from her throat. David fingered her faster, finding the most sensitive spots by listening to her gasping.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she burst out suddenly. "Ohhhhhh, David!" She held his hand hard against her clit. "Oh, fuck me faster!"

David began to attack her purring pussy as furiously as he could, ramming it to her so hard and fast that her juice foamed on the lips of her cunt.

In a moment his cock-cum shot into her cunt, warming her walls, wetting her well. He slowed his pace, letting everything inside of him spill into her. She put her leg down over his again, keeping his prick inside her.

"Run get me some tissue, David. I'll dry it a little so you can eat me."

"I don't run for you anymore, Addie."

"What?"

"I'm through, as of now." She laughed and pushed him away. "It's true, Addie, I want out. I want is my twenty-grand back and out."

"Bullshit. You want out, stud, get out! But the money stays."

He slid from the bed and pulled on his clothes. "Is that your last word, Addie?"

"Fuck, yes, that's my last word!"

"Good-bye, Addie."

"Don't let the doorknob go up your ass on the way out!"

David wheeled the big, expensive car around the last curve and over the crest of the bill. He took his foot off the accelerator for the steep descent to the valley below. A few lights already were burning in the old home town.

A column of smoke hung above the foundry, reflecting the red orange glow of the setting sun. The red neon sign blinked on the dome, of the bank. Nothing seemed to have changed in the time he had been away.

David steered the car onto Broad Street and followed traffic toward the center of town. Edging into the right lane, he touched the brakes and wheeled into the drive.

Above him a blue and white neon blinked on and off: FAY'S MOTEL.

He smiled and adjusted his twenty-five dollar tie in the rearview mirror and straightened the lapels on his brand new three-hundred dollar suit.

The judge had been more than generous. All David had really wanted for the film and tapes was his original twenty-grand. The judge had insisted on a hundred. He said that was what the ranch would go for when he forced Aaron Knight to sell it.

As David slid from the car and walked across the concrete toward the motel office, he remembered Addie's last words as he had walked from the ranch with his bags.

"You prick! You double-crossing prick!"

"You'll do all right somewhere else, Addie. With your hot pussy you can always scare up another Aaron," David hissed.

"You bet your ass I will. There will be another Addie's house!"

"Probably, but without me."

"You'll miss it, prick. You'll miss Addie's pussy!"

"No, I won't, Addie. I learned something these past weeks. There's more to a woman than a cunt… and there's something more than just fucking…"

"What the hell is it?" Addie had sneered. "You'll never know, Addie."

David pushed open the door and entered. The office was empty. He went around the counter and on into the living quarters.

She was standing by the fireplace, drink in hand, waiting for him. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. His eyes roamed over her body.

Her dress clung to her supple shape tightly, revealing every luscious curve. He had to admit that she really didn't look her age. Her tits were pear-shaped and ripe for the picking. Her buttocks swayed back and forth as she moved, and her legs were long and tapered. The short skirt she was wearing came mid-way up her firm thighs. The neckline of her top was revealing, and her ample tits showed the slight traces of her deep, luscious cleavage.

She stopped a foot from him and met his eyes with hers. Fay smiled at him with her full lips parted. There was an unmistakable look of tenderness in her bright green eyes.

"How are you, David? I'm so glad you've come back."

"Hello, Fay."

He let his eyes wander up and down. She did look terrific. Creamy skin and a beautiful face beneath a bright red crown of hair.

"You like my outfit?"

"It's great. You're as pretty as ever, Fay."

She pursed her lips and breathed softly. Her hand reached out and closed on his arm.

"Have you come back to stay, David?"

"Maybe."

"I hope so," she said with a sigh. A faint blush spread across her cheeks. "I couldn't go through with the divorce."

"I heard. Now, I hope you won't have to."

Her tits rose and fell, more visible to him now in their rounded fullness beneath the loosened dress with its low-cut bodice. He could see the outline of their tiny, hardened nipples through the lacy black nylon cupping them, and felt the first real tempest rumbling down in his balls.

Her expression suggested that she knew the effect she was having on him. She still held the glass but she put her hands on his shoulders, letting slender fingers spider up toward his neck from either side.

"Are you still a good lover, darling?" she whispered.

"I work hard," he replied, feeling her hips moving in against his with a warm and exciting pressure.

"That's reassuring. It's been a long time for me."

"Then you got my note?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied. "It's hard to believe, but I want to believe it!"

"It's true. I want you back, Fay."

"And I want you, David. But what I said when you left still goes. I won't sharp you, ever. I want all or nothing."

"It's all!"

The stress of her rounded hips increased, insistent thighs pressed tightly against his until the length of her urgent young legs were molded to his.

Her fingers crept up his cheeks, then around his neck. Her perfume filled his head and his cock began to pulse heavily.

He bent down and kissed her, the lush lips against his own warm and yielding, her tiny tongue moving into his mouth like an eager little animal.

His jacket was open, and through his shirt he felt the hardened tips of her nipples digging into him, cushiony tits smothering hotly over his chest.

She was fumbling at his fly as he rolled her skirt into a ball at her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Bedroom?" he rasped, as he felt cool air hit his naked, hard dick.

"Next. Now… here!" she moaned and squatted a little as she spread her thighs.

She was more than ready. Juice moistened his cockhead before she got it clear to her lower lips.

"Now, David, now! Take me, NOW! Right here, standing up! Fuck me, darling!"

He pulled the dress down from her shoulders. The half-bra came with it, letting her perfect tits spill out. David sucked the tip of her right tit into his mouth. She felt his teeth on either side of the nipple and his tongue on its end.

"David!" she whispered. "Oh, David! Yes!"

He pulled his head back and stared into her face. "Here, baby! You want it here? You're sure?"