Page 24 of Shared on the Ranch

She liked it even more when she got into a rhythm, and then she began to go faster. She took him in deeper, and heard a primal growl. Taking it as the highest form of praise, she felt her body flush with pride and her libido spiked. Suddenly, she felt a little animalistic herself as her focus zeroed in on pleasuring him.

But as soon as she’d earned a moan, she felt someone come up behind her. She felt her tender, spanked cheeks being caressed with a feather-light touch. Chyanne obediently lifted her scorched ass.

And then the tender touch turned into a squeeze on her right cheek that made her lose her grip on Aaron’s cock.

She moaned, writhing against Chandler’s hand as sensation washed over her. She’d thought it would hurt, and it did, but there was more sensation behind that… did it feelgood? She wasn’t sure how that was even possible, but the way that her pussy gushed told her it was.

“Get my cock back in that pretty mouth,” Aaron ground out.

Chyanne panted in short, shallow breaths as Chandler caressed her cheeks, then grabbed Aaron’s shaft again. She was having a hard time thinking straight. “Pretty, huh?” She grinned up at him.

She immediately felt Chandler’s hand smack her rear, but it didn’t take the smile from her face. In fact, she wiggled it at him, looking over her shoulder to grin unrepentantly at him.

He threw his head back and laughed. “How long are you staying again? I might need to start icing my hand.”

Without a word Aaron reached forward and took a handful of her auburn curls and directed her head back to his hot, throbbing member.

Her lips parted without hesitation and she took him in, devouring him inch by delicious inch, taking him as far as she could.

“She’s definitely a sub, bro,” she heard him grunt to Chandler.

“Hmm, you sure? She definitely has little moments.”

“Well,” Aaron grunted, “I guess it’s good there’s two of us to figure it out.”

“Oh, fuck!” She pulled off of Aaron’s shaft as Chandler’s cock impaled her from behind.

“Naughty girl,” Aaron tsked while she stared at him, wide-eyed. “Get back to work.”

So she did. She sucked her way down Aaron’s cock while Chandler’s was firmly embedded in her aching pussy. It felt better than it probably should have. Truth be told, she’d never really enjoyed sex. It had always been a tool to accomplish something—either a way to get what she wanted, or to burn off energy.

But this… the emotions they’d stoked inside of her… hot, aching feelings of want… it was as foreign to her as the words they’d used. And though she was not used to the need they were bringing out in her, to the fullness in her pussy that for the first time she could remember felt soright, she knew she could learn to love it.

As Chandler moved inside her—slowly at first, then picking up pace, smacking her hot, smarting behind with every two thrusts or so—he pushed her right back on Aaron’s cock. Her mouth was so full, she couldn’t protest or voice her pleasure, so she focused on what—who—was right in front of her and on giving him the best blowjob he’d ever had.

She made her lips a vacuum and sucked as she began moving up and down faster, feeling a new sense of power as he groaned and grunted. She loved being the one to bring him pleasure almost as much as she loved the feeling of him holding her hair like a leash.

He directed her with tugs of her tresses, and while they didn’t hurt, they weren’t exactly gentle, either.

Any other day she would have been horrified hearing such a thing, let alone experiencing it. Maybe it was her spanked ass that made this all seem so deliciously satisfying. Or maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t the feminist she’d always thought herself to be. As Aaron pushed her head down, forcing her to take him deeper inside her mouth, there was no denying she loved the power and control he exuded.

And then there was Chandler. What a massive, gentle giant of a man! For all his tender care, his cock was massive. It filled her to the brim in a way she’d never experienced before, stretching her until she could hardly stand it.

But she did. She didn’t have a choice. And as Chandler slapped her punished flesh, she felt her pussy tighten against his cock.

Am I… am Iturned onby this? By him… spanking my ass?

The thought was too horrible. Too mortifying to consider. She pushed it away as quickly as she could.

Don’t think,a primal, hungry voice whispered from somewhere deep inside her.Don’t worry about right and wrong. Just feel. Just taste. Justbe.

Letting go of the thoughts, the maybes and might bes, made her feel freer than she could ever remember being. Or maybe it was Chandler’s cock, pushing her to pleasure. The firm guidance from Aaron as she worshipedhiscock. She just let go, unburdening her heavy, heavy shoulders.

And almost as soon as she did, she could feel herself flying on a tsunami of pleasure pushing her right up to the sky. She began to move faster, gliding up and down Aaron’s cock in a frenzy, determined to taste his cum. She felt her throat expand, and she could take him in even deeper—much to his delight, by the sound of it.

A well-timed slap from Chandler had her plunging forward on Aaron until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged and started to pull off until she heard a rough, masculine voice.

“Not yet,” Chandler growled, sounding more Goliath than gentle giant this time. “Not until I say so.”

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