Three Times the Fun: A Reverse Harem Thanksgiving Love Story

by Blythe Reid

  His breath was hot on my skin as his hands picked me up. Without grunting once, his strong body carried me into his room. I settled with my back on the bed as his hands pushed up my shirt, and immediately my nipples sprang to hardened peaks. He unhooked my bra, unfastening the front clip as they came pouring out for him. His lips immediately wrapped around them, drawing a moan from deep within my gut as his hand continued to trail down my stomach.

  I grabbed onto the back of his head, drawing his face closer as he smiled around my nipple. His hand slipped underneath my pants, blazing a hot trail to my dripping pussy as his fingertips slid between my juicy folds. I immediately bucked into him, my lips drawing his earlobe in as his nose came up and nuzzled against my cheek.

  “My naughty little girl,” he said.

  “Oh, you wanna see naughty?”

  It killed me to remove his hand, but I did. I could see his thick cock raging behind his pants as I stood up from the bed. His eyes were locked on me, piercing as I slowly peeled my clothes off. My jeans hit the floor as I turned around, shaking my ass at him as he bit back a groan. I swayed my hips, walking my naked body out of the room, and the moment I heard him follow I smirked.

  I wound my way to the couch, sitting down on the edge of it as he stepped in front of me. His bulging cock was calling to me, and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to free him. I had to smell him. I had to feel his cock pulse in my hand and feel it drip onto my tongue.

  My eyes widened at the girth of him as his hand wrapped itself in my honey blonde hair. I shoved his pants down his legs, my fingernails lightly scratching along the twitching muscles of his legs. I guided his dick between my lips, slurping him down as much as I could before he started throbbing against my teeth. Slowly-- lazily-- I sloshed him between my lips, covering him with my spit as my tongue ran over the head of his impressive cock.

  I moaned when he leaked for me, my hazel eyes fluttering up to catch his stare as he quickly ripped my head back.

  “Shit that’s too good,” he said.

  I smirked up at him as he pulled me up from the couch, walking me over to the kitchen table with his hand still fisted in my hair. He pushed my tits down onto the cool, polished wood as my ass hung out there for him to behold, and before I could say anything I heard a resounding crack before my ass cheek burned.

  “Oh, shit!”

  “Such a naughty girl, coming undone for me,” he said.

  He dealt another blow to my other ass cheek, and I yelped with delight. Never in my life had I been man-handled this way, and I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs. Smack after smack was dealt, my ass burning red as his hand tightened into my hair. And just as I thought I was going to have my legs give out from underneath me, he positioned his cock at my entrance.

  “You all right?” he asked.

  The graciousness in his voice was a stark contrast from the man I’d been privy to, and I shuddered at his sudden kindness. A warm smile graced my face as I looked back at him, his eyes beholding his artwork as I licked my lips.

  The sight of him holding his cock in his hand was forever seared into my memory.

  “I’m on the pill if that’s what you mean.”

  His eyes flickered up to me, a hot-headed wrath bursting behind them. He slid into me, a moan peeling from between my lips before he pulled back out and slammed into me.

  “Oh, fuck,” I said, groaning.

  “Such dirty words.”

  He slammed in again, and I whimpered out into the room. His dick stretched me in every single way I could’ve possibly imagined. Every single millimeter of my pussy was being touched at the same time. My walls were being pushed to their limits, gobbling this massive cock down as his pace became unrelenting. I jolted against the table as his pants came in sharp bursts, and as his balls smacked my clit, I could feel my orgasm building in my gut.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Only good girls get prizes. Are you a good girl?” he asked.

  “The best,” I said, whispering.

  “Good.”

  He slammed into me one last time as he pulled my head back lightly. He buried his cock deep into my pussy as my juices leaked down his balls. I cried out, my eyes screwed shut in pleasure my entire body convulsed with delight. My legs grew weak as I felt his cock spray my pussy walls with his cum, shooting out so much it came flying from my pussy and trickled down my legs.

  “Such a beautiful sight,” he said as his hand ran up my thigh. “Would you like to taste?”

  His fingertips appeared at my lips, and I sucked his fingers down, tasting the mixture of our juices on his skin while his lips placed open-mouthed kisses all along my shoulders.

  I panted as he slowly pulled himself from me. I felt our juices gush together, trickling onto the floor as he chuckled darkly. He peeled me from the table and picked me up, carrying me back to his room where I was slowly laid down on the bed.

  I felt a cool washcloth descend upon my aching pussy just as he pressed a tender kiss to my throbbing clit.

  I could’ve sworn I heard him murmur the word ‘perfect.'

  He cleaned me up, wiping down my pussy and legs before I sat upright. He helped me get my clothes back on, his hand running through my hair before he pulled me up onto my feet. I blushed, feeling his tender azure gaze upon me as I tucked my hair behind my ear. I had no idea what to say at this point, so I told him what I’d always heard my mother tell the other ranch hands.

  “If you ever need anything, just pick up the phone and call,” I said.

  “Oh, don’t worry,” he said as his eyes raked over me. “I will.”

  His words echoed off the corners of my brain as I rode all the way back to the guesthouse, my body humming with the debauchery as his scent followed me all the way to my room.

  3

  I woke up the next morning panting as I thought about my encounter with Jacob. My father would kill me if he ever found out I’d slept with one of the ranch hands, and the thought made me shiver. I cast the thought from my mind as I threw my sore legs over the bed, smirking at the deliciously filthy words that had poured from Jacob’s thin lips.

  I wondered what those lips could do in between my legs.

  I took a quick shower and pieced myself together before I went downstairs. I had a hard time shaking Jacob from my thoughts, especially with the orgasm he’d ripped from my body. Never had I cum so hard that I’d actually sprayed my juices onto anyone, and for a second I flushed with my own personal embarrassment. I rounded my way into the kitchen and began making breakfast, only to find that Jacob was already walking in through the back door of the house.

  And the moment our eyes connected, it was as if nothing happened.

  “Morning, Miss Claire. Sleep all right?” he asked.

  “Just fine. If you can wait a few, I’ve got coffee brewin’ now,” I said.

  “Don’t worry about cooking me any breakfast,” he said. “Had some when I got up.”

  “I’m still makin’ you a biscuit,” I said. “You can take it and some bacon with you for a snack later.”

  “That’s very kind of you.”

  The coffee began to pour into the pot as an easy rhythm fell between the two of us. He kept handing me things as I needed them, even though I told him to take a seat, and he kindly made me a cup of coffee and sat it next to my elbow. I flipped the bacon in the pan while the biscuits cooked in the oven, but as my eyes fell to my empty left hand, I didn’t feel the stinging pain of regret like I normally did.

  Huh. Maybe Bailey was right.

  I liked this anyway. This lack of acknowledgment of what happened. I didn’t need a man to give me anything but temporary pleasure. I was independent, holding my own as the hospitality coordinator at the ranch. I took care of my father and owned my own place not too far up the road, and I paid my own bills while still having enough for a savings account. There wasn’t a damn thing a man could provide for me that I couldn’t already provide for
myself.

  It was nice, meeting a man that didn’t feel the need to take over my every action like I was some prim and proper flower.

  Just because you fucked me didn’t mean you owned me.

  “What smells so good in here!?” my father called out.

  “Bacon, biscuits, an’ coffee, Daddy!”

  “Jacob in here?” he asked.

  “Right here, Sir,” he said.

  “You gonna eat some with us?” Daddy asked.

  “Ate before I came up.”

  “Well, take a biscuit and some bacon with you. Little snack later,” Daddy said.

  I caught Jacob’s smile out of the corner of my eye as I stifled a giggle of my own.

  The three of us sat down to eat while my father briefed Jacob on everything that needed to be done. The farming equipment from the summer needed to be cleaned and stored. We had a few cows that needed to be tested for pregnancy before we notified the vet, and some of the calves needed to be weaned.

  “They need’ta be eatin’ out of those troughs by the end of the month,” my father said.

  “That won’t be an issue,” Jacob said, nodding.

  “I’ve also got some rottin’ fence posts that need replacin’. You good with that?” Daddy asked.

  “I’m good with whatever you need from me,” he said.

  My eyes connected with him as his statement bounced off the corners of my mind.

  “Well, let me go show’em to ya before you get started,” my father said.

  “Lead the way,” he said as his eyes fluttered down my body.

  I swallowed hard and wiped my mouth off as Jacob, and my father stood to leave. I could feel Jacob’s eyes on me as he walked past, his musky smell blending with the fabric softener he used with his clothes. I had to stifle a moan that was threatening to burst forth, holding my breath until I could see them out in the backyard. Jacob’s ass was sculpted in ways that made me salivate, but a knock at the door ripped me from my thoughts.

  “Hello? Anyone here? Nick Hughes, reporting for duty.”

  I recognized the name and instantly bolted for the door. Another of the ranch hands had turned up, and I was stunned as to how boyishly beautiful he was. Nick’s light brown hair was riddled with golden highlights. His dark eyes were rounded, making him look perpetually excited. His form was lanky, but his shoulders were broad, boasting of a strength that wasn’t as easily seen as Jacob’s. I opened the screen door and let him in, and he made no secret of the fact that he enjoyed the way I looked.

  “Excuse me for being forward, but you are way too beautiful to be on a ranch,” he said, smiling.

  “You’re too kind,” I said, giggling. “I’m Claire Roberts. The hospitality coordinator. You’re just in time. One of the other new ranch hands got in yesterday.”

  “Ah, so I’ve got competition,” he said, winking.

  I tried hard to keep my composure as I led him into the kitchen.

  “Have you eaten?” I asked.

  “I have, but I can always eat again. Did you make all this?” he asked.

  “I did, indeed. Help yourself.”

  He quickly made himself a bacon biscuit before he picked up a random cup of coffee and began drinking out of it. He was wild and out there, I could already tell, and something about that idea fluttered my gut with anticipation. He wolfed down the biscuit as he moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he finished the cup of coffee that I believe had been mine.

  “Holy hell, that was incredible,” he said.

  “You’re more than welcome to another,” I said.

  “You own this ranch?” he asked.

  “My father does, yes.”

  “I don’t think a body like that would come from your father.”

  “Probably not. My hips are too womanly to be from a man,” I said, grinning.

  “I’ll say. They’re a pair that belongs in a Playboy magazine, honestly.”

  I laughed at his statement, my eyes widening in shock. Nick was incredibly forward. Not at all like the silent, commanding spirit of Jacob. He made himself another biscuit and savored each bite, complimenting me on how wonderful it was before he looked back at his still-running truck.

  “Why don’t you follow me out to the guesthouse? You can get settled in, then I’m sure my father would have no problems showing you around the ranch,” I said.

  “You won’t be giving me the grand tour?” he asked as he followed me out.

  “Nope. But, I’ll give you a tour of the guesthouse quickly, if you’d like.”

  I hopped into my truck, and he followed me around to the building. My father and Jacob were way off in the distance. He was probably showing him those fence posts that had rotted out. It was an entire part of our farm we couldn’t use because we feared the animals would get loose and run into the woods. I knew he was anxious to get it fixed, but that meant Nick and me were all alone.

  “It’s sexy, you know. A woman who has a truck,” he said.

  “Yep,” I said as I slid from the seat, “and it’s all mine.”

  “Oh. A woman with a truck who owns the truck. Independent. Nice,” he said, winking.

  “Never been any other way,” I said. “Let me show you around.”

  I walked him into the guesthouse and showed him to his room. He was right across the hall from Jacob, and I hoped Nick couldn’t smell the sex still hanging in the air. Did Jacob not turn on a fan or something?

  “So this is your room,” I said as I flipped on the light. “Your bathroom is through that door in the corner, you’ve already passed by the kitchen and the main living area, and there’s a massive porch area out back for you to lounge in after a long day of work.”

  “Will you be joining for any of this lounging time?” he asked.

  “It depends. Do you really think I should be in a Playboy magazine?”

  “Depends. Let me see you naked first.”

  I slowly turned towards him as my eyebrow quirked up onto my forehead. He enjoyed his boldness. His brazen words. They shivered something primal inside of me, and before I knew it, I was drawing my shirt over my head. His eyes widened in shock as the fabric fell to the floor, and I unhooked the front fastener on my bra as it slid down my arms. My tits bounced for him, hardening into painful peaks as his eyes settled on them.

  Then, I reached for my pants and slowly unbuttoned the top button.

  4

  My pants dropped to the floor and immediately he was on top of me. Nick took me to the bed, his light brown hair pouring onto my face. I could feel his cock pressing against me as his lips traveled down my body, his nose sniffing my scent deep before he stood to rid himself of his clothes.

  I felt him get onto the bed as my tits rose to painful peaks. I watched his knees come over my face, his cock hanging above my lips while his tight ass was on display for me to see. I could feel his breath hovering over my pussy, teasing me with his tongue as my hands wrapped around the front of his thighs. My fingertips sank into the strong meat of his ass, pulling his cock down my throat as his face dropped into my pussy.

  His tongue scooped up my juices so well as his cock tumbled to the back of my throat. I felt my hips grinding into him as his hips plunged his cock between my lips. The way his body felt on top of mine was so different from Jacob’s. His sinewy muscles flexed for me, bulging with veins as my legs pulled tautly. Before I could cum, he ripped his cock from my throat, a groan pulling up from my throat as his tongue stopped his assault.

  “We need a condom or something?” he asked, panting.

  “Nope. We’re good. Pill.”

  Suddenly, my legs were in the air. I felt his beautiful cock pressing against my dripping pussy as he slammed himself into me. My back bowed, like a violin string being tuned too tightly, and he quickly began to fuck me into his mattress. My hands clawed for his thighs, digging into his flexing muscles as he folded me in half.

  His lips kissed the tip of my nose as my jaw unhinged in pleasure.

 
; “Oh, your body is definitely made for Playboy, beautiful.”

  His cock kept hitting all of those glorious spots as electricity shivered through my body. My pussy pulled him deeper. Closer. Throbbing around his cock as his hips began to stutter. His hand reached down between us and found my swollen clit, the bud peeking out from underneath its fleshy hood as my eyes widened in shock.

  “Yes! Nick! Don’t stop!”

  “Never, sweet cheeks. Not until you cum on this cock of mine.”

  I released myself, my pussy massaging him as he buried deeper inside of me. His hand toggled my clit quickly while my toes curled. My legs contracted, and it was hard to breathe. I could feel my face flushing as my vision began to tunnel.

  My legs slid from his shoulders as he pulled his cock out, rolling us over as he laid on his back.

  “Sit on my cock, beautiful. I wanna see that ass bounce while you ride me.”

  I twirled my quivering body around and sat right down on his dick. His hands relished the roundness of my ass, my back puckering at his touch as I swiveled around in his lap. His cock pounded against my clit thanks to the angle of his shaft, sending shockwaves rolling throughout my body. It felt like my pelvis was burning as I slammed myself down onto his cock, splattering my juices all along his skin as his hands grasped my hips.

  “You like it, beautiful? Hmm? This dick big enough for you?”

  His words were filthy. Light and fluttering, with a boyish charm that warmed my insides. I felt my pussy clenching again, my body readying itself for another explosive orgasm. I leaned forward, jiggling my ass for him as I felt him pull one of his hands back.

  Something behind me popped, and then I felt it.

  His finger slowly inching into my asshole.

  “Oh, holy shit, Nick.”