by Blythe Reid
I slammed myself onto his cock one last time before I came all over him. My hands dug into his shins, and my body shook. His finger filled my asshole perfectly as a foreign surge of sensations trickled along my body. I felt so full. So satiated. Like the body after a Thanksgiving meal.
I could’ve leaned over and taken a nap, right there with my body wrapped around his.
I fell forward, and his cock popped from between my legs. His finger slid out of my ass effortlessly as I moaned, my tired body resting on his mattress. I could smell the scent of our sex wafting around the room, making me smile as I closed my eyes.
But soon I felt Nick standing in front of me, his cock bouncing on the tip of my nose as I opened my eyes.
“I bet your juices taste good on my cock,” he said, grinning.
I rose up and wrapped my lips around him as his hand flew to my hair. He slowly inched his way back down my throat, groaning as he watched my skin bulge with the head of his cock. I could barely hold myself up, so he laid down on the bed next to me and propped himself up on his side.
What I didn’t expect him to do was pick up my leg and slide his fingers back into my pussy.
I moaned as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Nick’s hips did all the work as I laid there and tried to take as much of his cock as I could. I was salivating at the taste of myself on his skin. The way he just took what he wanted from my body. His lean legs were shaking, and I saw his balls rising up into his body. His cock was bulging against my teeth, threatening to spill his hot cum down my throat.
And all the while, my legs were shaking again with my impending release.
“I think you got one last one in there for me, don’tcha beautiful.”
I swallowed his cock down one last time, closing my throat around him as he groaned. I heard him suck in a sharp gasp, grunting as his body unloaded down my throat. His thick streams of cum simply slid into my stomach, his fingers shaking inside my body as I ground my hips down into him one last time.
The orgasm caused my vision to tunnel again as I shook around his fingers, my juices spilling all over his bed before we both flopped down in exhaustion.
I felt his fingers wet with my fluids drawing designs on my leg. His dick shriveled in my mouth, pulling itself from my throat as I swallowed the last of our mixture down. Spit was dripping out of my mouth, but I didn’t care. My body was humming with delight, and I felt as if I had been released from the chains that had weighed me down my entire life.
But then, I heard a familiar sound.
The rumble of my father’s truck in the distance.
I scrambled off the bed and quickly pulled on my clothes. I threw Nick’s clothes at him, and he quickly got dressed with no other words exchanged between the two of us. We both slipped into his bathroom and tried to wash ourselves down, ridding our skin of the smell of one another.
We emerged just as my father and Jacob entered the guesthouse, and Nick immediately reached out for my father’s hand.
“Nick Hughes. Ranch hand. Your daughter was just showing me around,” he said.
Jacob shot a wonderfully filthy glance my way as I smirked at him and winked.
“Well, I hope she’s helping you get settled in all right. Has she told you about the phone?” my father asked.
“The phone?” Nick asked.
“I was just about to get to that, Daddy,” I said, giggling.
“There’s a phone in the corner that goes directly to the main house. There’s also a sheet of paper with Claire’s cellphone number on it. If ya need anythin’, just give her a ring. She’ll come a’runnin’.”
I looked up at Nick, and his eyes flickered down at me. For an instant, I was looking into the stark brown eyes of the Devil himself. He nodded down to me, and I tossed him a barely-there wink, causing a light flush to ricochet up his neck.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Nick said. “Thank you for making yourself available to us.”
“Anytime, boys,” I said as I walked towards the front door.
“Anytime.”
5
I woke up that next morning with both Nick and Jacob on my mind. They had ravaged my body in my dreams, and I felt my clit already pulsing with need. I don’t know what in the hell had gotten into me, but I needed the release and quickly. Even though Sunday was my day off from cooking meals here at the ranch, I still needed to pull myself together.
If my father saw me this disoriented, he’d peg me into a corner until I answered his questions.
I got up and took a quick shower as the thought of their dicks raised my tits to painful peaks. They both have massive cocks, thick for the taking and hard to swallow down. They both definitely knew how to wield them, and I couldn’t help but think about how it might feel to be fucked by them both. I washed my body down, trying to think of anything else but them, but I simply couldn’t shake them.
I could remember the glint in Jacob’s eye when he saw Nick and me standing there. He knew what had just happened, and it only seemed to boil something inside of him. I’d seen the outline of his cock pressed against his pants as I’d skirted by him for the door. I bet he’d be down for a ménage if I asked him to be.
They both knew what they were doing. The purely Satanic glint in Nick’s eye as I looked up at him told me everything I needed to know. They were torturing me, and they knew it. They knew exactly the effect they were having on me, and the thought shivered me to my core. I stepped out of the shower and put myself together, even going so far as to dry my hair before I made my way downstairs.
It wasn’t like me to spend this much time in my childhood room, but I simply blamed it on being the welcoming committee while the ranch hands were still gathering.
It was going to be a very entertaining winter with the two of them around. I started wondering about all the trouble we could get into. The farm equipment we could debauch with our bodies and the hay we could roll around in while I sucked their cocks. My mind was in overdrive for them both, thinking about taking each of them into my holes as I tripped coming down the stairs.
Thank holy fuck my father wasn’t around to pester me about it.
There was another new ranch hand due to show up any day now. Jesse Cox. An inexperienced ranch hand my father probably hired out of pity or something. He always had a heart for hiring employees who needed the experience, but my mother was a stickler for having at least one ranch hand on the property that knew what he was doing.
The more I worked this job, the more I realized my mother had been the heart and soul of this place.
There was no way this third ranch hand could be as hot as Nick and Jacob. And two out of three wasn’t bad at all. It would make for some incredible stories the next time I saw Bailey.
Holy hell, I bet I could make her drool with some of the things I’d already done.
I came downstairs to Nick making breakfast in the main house. For a split second, I paused, taking in the scent of sausage gravy while my father pulled biscuits out of the oven. I questioned myself, wondering if today really wasn’t Sunday.
But the look of panic on my face didn’t go unnoticed by Jacob.
“You all right, Claire?” he asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
“She’s panickin’ ‘cause she’s questionin’ herself. It’s Sunday, sweetheart. Slow down,” my father said.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched the men set the table for breakfast. This was a bit… odd. I didn’t need men making me breakfast. All I needed was for them to pay me a little bit of attention.
I could handle everything else.
“Dad, if our guests were hungry and up here, why didn't you come wake me up? I could’ve cooked us some breakfast,” I said.
“That your way of saying we can’t cook?” Nick asked, grinning.
“No. It’s my way of saying it’s not your job,” I said coolly.
“Calm down. You’re still learnin’ the ropes. Your mother ran a lot here and-”
“I
know exactly what my mother’s position was here, and I’ve prepared myself for it. The next time you need something, let me know. It’s what I’m here for,” I said.
My father drove his eyes deeply into mine as Nick and Jacob volleyed their gazes between us. I wasn’t going to have my father do this to me. The last thing I had of my mother that I could do for her was keep this part of the farm going. The last thing I needed was my father stepping in, thinking I was incapable of doing this.
Of breathing life into this place like she had.
“Hear ya loud and clear, sweetheart. Can’t do anything about it today, though. Sit. Have some coffee.”
I sat down next to Jacob but kept my eyes on my food. The men talked around me, but I was already up and clearing the plates away. The two of them knew better than to address me right now, so when my father left the house, they followed in hot pursuit. I slammed food into Tupperware containers and put it away before slamming plates into the dishwasher. Did my father think me incapable of doing this job? Did he somehow think I wouldn’t do as good of a job as Mom did?
“Oh, and sweetheart?”
“Yeah, Dad?”
“That third ranch hand is due today, but he’s runnin’ late. Could ya stay up here before goin’ home an’ usher him to the guesthouse?”
“Of course. I’ll be here,” I said.
“Honey?”
“Yeah?”
“Look at me.”
I rose my eyes to my father, and I saw a sudden softness in them. I swallowed deeply as I shut the dishwasher with my hip, trying to keep my watering eyes at bay as I blinked a tear down my cheek.
“Your mother woulda been proud of you for steppin’ up like this. I ain’t tryin’ to take this from you. Just figured you could use a day off. Even your momma took Sundays off.”
“I know, Daddy. I know.”
“Stay here ‘til he gets here,” he said before he left.
I sat in the main room and waited for the guy to show up. An hour passed by before I pulled my cell phone from my pocket. I called Bailey and decided to update her on what was going on, and I ended up spilling the beans about sleeping with both the ranch hands.
“Fuck, I knew you had it in you. How do you feel?” she asked.
“Honestly? Wonderful. Free. Like imaginary chains are dropping from my body,” I said.
“About damn time. You gonna sleep with the third one, too? You should. You know, to keep everything fair.”
“I don’t know, really. I can’t imagine this ranch hand being as hot as the other two. That doesn’t happen in real life, does it?” I asked.
“Honey, what you’re experiencing right now has never happened in your life.”
“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or a dig,” I said.
“Let me know how it goes!” Bailey said.
I sat there for another half hour before I started to get bored. I traipsed up to my childhood room and flopped down onto the bed. I’d have to have a talk with this guy about being on time. My father was a stickler for it.
I closed my eyes and saw Nick and Jacob again. My pussy began to heat up as I groaned, tossing myself off the bed and running back downstairs. I found my purse on the couch and began digging around in it, pulling out the little magic wand I kept hidden in a compartment on the side.
Now I knew exactly how I was going to pass the time.
I pulled off my pants and underwear and slung my leg over the couch. I teased the miniature vibrating toy down my stomach, jumping as it tickled my skin. I thought about Nick’s cock between my lips while Jacob devoured my pussy, and in an instant, the toy was on my clit. I had it on the lowest setting, my hips slowly rolling into it as I thought about them taking me. Nick held my arms above my head as he fucked my face while Jacob held my legs to the sky and fucked my pussy.
But then, just as I was approaching my end, a knock came at the door.
I shut off the toy and peered through the window. The guy standing out there was a bit shorter. Maybe five-foot-nine. But he had a messy head of black hair and piercing green eyes. His arms were strong, and his waist was tapered, and his fingers were long and dexterous. I just imagined all the things those fingers could do to me, and suddenly I was up off the couch and answering the door.
Half fucking naked.
“Um… uh… I, uh… is this…? Is this the, um… I think I’m in the wrong place.”
His stammering was so cute, and I could tell by the lack of callouses on his hands that he was indeed less experienced as a ranch hand. Either that, or he didn’t fuss with equipment. Maybe he was more versed in taking care of the animals.
His eyes were raking down my body and stopped at the toy in my hand, and for a split second, I saw a glint of lust flash behind his downcast eyes.
“You’re in the right place, but if you don’t hurry up and get in here, my father’ll catch you with his half naked daughter. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
His eyes slowly grazed up towards me as he dropped the suitcase he was holding. He stepped through the threshold of the door, his eyes never leaving mine as one hand reached out to me. He backed me into a corner, his arm dragging me close to his body as his breath pulsed upon my lips.
Then, his free hand slowly migrated down to the toy in my hand.
6
He slipped the toy from my fingers and chased me up the stairs. I giggled, dashing to my room as I heard his footfalls behind me. We ran into my bedroom, the door slamming behind him as I jumped onto the bed. I watched him undress himself, the toy bouncing against the sheets, as I slipped my shirt over my head and allowed my bra to fall to the floor.
“Best first day of work alive,” Jesse said, smiling.
My eyes dropped right to his cock. The sheer length of it was enough to give me nightmares, but in the moment, all I wanted to do was wrap my lips around it. I slid off the floor, dropping to my knees as my hands planted on his hip. His hand ran through my hair tenderly, his green eyes gazing down at me as I fluttered my hazel ones up to catch his.
But that innocent stare didn’t last for long because the moment I took him back towards my throat his eyes darkened the color of a stormy sea.
I slobbered all over his cock, pulling his precum from him as it dripped upon my tongue. He tasted like salted honey, and I couldn’t help but moan as his cock jumped against my lips.
“You feel wonderful,” he said, groaning. “But I want to please you.”
His hands cupped my cheeks as he raised me to my feet. I slowly sat on the bed, allowing his hand to push me backward. Suddenly, my legs were crooked around his shoulders, his fingers playing at my dripping pussy entrance as he blew a cool stream of air right onto the tip of my clit.
I arched into him, wanting desperately to feel him against me.
His tongue descended onto my clit, and my legs locked him in. I squeezed my thighs, already bucking against his face as his tongue flicked and sucked my swollen and sensitive clit. It was already throbbing from my toy earlier, the buzzing loud in my ear, but I didn’t give a shit about it. Jesse’s fingers were stroking me so perfectly, sloshing in and out of my juicy pussy as my pelvis began to burn.
My hands wound into his long, messy black curls. My fingernails scraped along his scalp, causing him to moan as my orgasm shot through my body. It puckered my nipples and arched my back painfully. It locked up my legs and curled my toes so harshly I cramped. I had to shove him away, pull him from the depths of my wetness as his hands gripped my hips.
They were soft. Seductive. Until he flipped me over onto my stomach in one fell swoop.
My hips were lifted, and his cock was poised at my leaking pussy folds. I felt his lips press a kiss into my lower back, causing me to shiver as I tangled my fingers in the bed sheets. He slicked his cock head up and down my wet slit, drenching himself in me as his lips approached my ear.
“Should I get us some protection?” he asked.
“Not one single bit of it. I’m good,” I said,
smiling.
He pressed into me, my legs shaking as I swallowed down every inch of him. Just when I thought I’d taken him all, he’d sink in another inch. He bottomed out as my toes curled and I felt the tip of his cock staring at my cervix. Never in my life had I taken a cock this massive, and every cell of my body puckered at his touch.
He slowly slid his cock out of me, forcing himself back in as my entire body clenched. I moaned into the bed, my knees sliding further and further apart as my body opened itself to him. Slowly he drew back out before snapping back in, and with each pound, my body slid further and further onto the bed. My toy was still vibrating, shaking the mattress I was on as I felt his hand slide up my body.
Then, he reached down and grabbed my wand.
Suddenly, he flipped us both over. I sat on his lap as he pulled my back into his chest, the strength of him warming my body as he pressed the toy to my clit. I flung my head back, wailing out in pleasure as he bounced me on his meaty cock. I felt him throbbing inside me, the pain shifting to pleasure as he rammed into me time and time again. My body shook with the toy against my swollen clit as my lips turned towards his cheek.
I peppered him with kisses, latching onto his earlobe while he growled at all the sensations. His skin was puckering as all the hairs on his body stood on end, my body ruining his just as he was ruining mine.
“Cum for me,” I said breathlessly. “Fill me with you.”
“Cum with me,” he said. “Coat me with your scent, pretty girl.”
The vibrations and his voice and his cock were too much. I dug my fingertips into his thighs, leaving crescent marks behind as I choked on my own orgasm. I wanted to call out his name. Wail with pleasure while he smirked against my skin. I wanted to hold onto him. To hold him close to me while his dick poured his cum into my body.
But all I could do was dig in and hang on while my body convulsed and quaked with pleasure.
My pussy squeezed him, pulling him deeper and deeper into me as his thrusts stopped. He bit down on my shoulder, growling into my skin as the toy finally fell away from his hands. His short, strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer and closer as his cum shot into my body, and the more he shot the more that sloshed out.
