Bits and Pieces

In the Barn




In the Barn

Jubilee
walked into the barn, swinging her riding crop against her leg. “Hey, Logan?”
she called. “I thought we were going horseback riding?”

“Ain’t
goin’ ta be ridin’ nothin’ cept me,” came a low, gravelly voice from the depths
of the barn. Jubilee squinted, her eyes taking time to become adjusted to the
dimness inside the barn after the glare from the bright sunlight outside. After
a moment, she saw Logan. Just a quick glimpse of him before he was on top of
her.

She
squealed and giggled as he pressed her up against the wall, grinding his hips
into hers. “This was just a ploy to get me alone?”

“Mmmm…”
Logan said as he trailed little bites down her neck from her ear down to the
collar of her shirt. “Too many people in the mansion t’day, darlin’, fer what I
wanna do wit’ you.”

“And
what are you doing to me today?” she said playfully ducking under his arm. He
made a grab for her. Missed. He grabbed for her again. Missed again. He chased
her around the barn, letting her coy teasing arouse him, before he ended it by
tackling her and bringing her down on top of a pile of hay. She shrieked with
laughter as he flung himself down on top of her.

“Little
tease,” he growled at her. She giggled, nipped his ear. “Okay, now you’re being
a bad little girl,” he said, a slow smile spreading over his face. “And you
know what bad little girls get?”

Jubilee
pouted, and he leaned over, catching that full lower lip in his teeth gently.
Keeping himself connected to her like that, he eased first her jacket, then her
shirt, off hr shoulders, then followed it with her bra. Finally she was nude
from the waist up.

He
caught up a leather strap from the pile of detached reins he’d gotten from the
tack room, and wrapped them around her wrists, tying the other end to a ring in
the wall meant to tether horses. He sniffed the air delicately, and smiled. She
was aroused. Very much so. When his hands went to the button and zipper on her
jeans, she helped him kick them off. They were followed quite soon by her black
satin panties, until she stood against the wall there, arms fastened above her
head, eyes half-closed as she purred.

He
leaned against her as she stood there, and then leaned in. His lips pressed
hard against hers, his hands roving up and down her body hungrily. He cupped
her small, full breasts in his hands, feeling the nipples harden as his
calloused thumb brushed up against them. He sucked each little nub hard,
pulling a soft cry from her lips. “Logan…” she whimpered. Her hips thrust out
toward him, but he evaded her attempts to find the raging hard-on secreted
inside his jeans. “Not yet, darlin’,” he said wickedly, picking up the riding
crop where she’d dropped it. “Turn around.”

Her
eyes widened as he smacked the crop against his palm. “Now, Jubes,” he growled.
The scent of her arousal sharpened in the air as she turned.

He
put the crop down, picked up the long red silken scarf he’d stolen from her
drawer earlier, and wrapped it around her head, tying it over her eyes. She
shivered as he picked up the crop again and trailed it down her back, tapping
the small leather piece at the end of it against the end of her spine, just
above the crack of her ass. God, what a lovely ass she had. Full, round, pale
globes, not too much fat, no trace of hip bones. Perfect. Just the way he liked
them.

He
raised the crop, brought it whistling through the air menacingly, watching her
flinch involuntarily, before he brought it gently down on her right cheek. He
saw her relax visibly, grinned. She thought this was going to be easy. Well, it
would be…at first.

He
started to gently mark her ass and flanks with the crop, starting off with
light taps that barely reddened her skin, and progressing to harder and harder
strokes until she was twisting and gasping, rubbing her nipples against the
wooden walls of the barn. He kept sniffing the air as he smacked her, ready to
stop if her scent changed from arousal to fear, but it never did. When he put
the crop down and felt the folds of flesh between her legs, he was astonished to
find that she was wetter than ever. “Logan…” she moaned. “Don’t stop…oh,
harder…hit me harder...it feels so good…” He gave her a few more light taps,
but her moaning didn’t stop, it increased.

“Dat
not de way to punish a woman, Logan,” came a lazy southern drawl from the door.
Logan whirled, and saw Remy leaning against the doorway to the barn. He’d been
so engrossed in what he was doing he’d never smelled the distinctive odor of
Remy’s cigarettes.

Remy
had wandered out toward the barn for some quiet. There were no horses there; it
was used mainly as a storage shed for the gardeners’ tools. So he was surprised
to hear soft whimpers floating in the breeze as he neared the door. Curious, he
pushed open the door and saw what was going on. Since neither occupant seemed
to notice him, he’d stuck around to watch. The globes of Jubilee’s ass bobbed,
temptingly streaked with red welts that would fade soon. There was something
indescribably sexy about the way those striped pink cheeks looked.

“Oh?”
Remy tensed, wondering if Logan was going to be upset, but the shorter man
didn’t seem upset. Rather, he was looking at Remy challengingly. “You can do
better, Cajun?”

“Mais
oui, certainement, mon ami,”
Remy tossed his cigarette aside, taking the challenge as permission to
approach the bound, squirming girl. “You okay wit’ dat, chere?” he
whispered into her ear.

Jubilee
was panting in lust, rubbing her juicing pussy against the wall in an effort to
bring on the orgasm that was building up inside her, hovering just out of
reach. “Please,” she panted, her blindfold-wrapped head twisting toward him.
“Please…anything…I need…I need…”

“Remy
know what you need, p’tite,’ he drawled into her ear. “Don’ worry...Remy an’
Logan goin’ to give you what you need.”

He
took the crop from Logan, stood back, measured it against the welts already on
her bottom, and brought it with a resounding smack onto her writhing
ass. She squealed, shifting her weight onto one foot so that the other could
come up to rub nst nst her smarting ass cheek. Logan stepped forward with a
growl, thinking that Remy had hurt her, but the Cajun stopped him, made
sniffing motions. Logan took a deep sniff, and his eyes widened. The smell of
Jubilee’s arousal gottgotten stronger, if that was possible.

Remy
grinned, raised the crop, and laid another welt across Jubilee’s quivering pink
ass cheek. She squealed again, he grinned, and handed the crop to Logan. “Like
dat, homme.”

They
took turns on Jubilee’s ass until she cried, in an agony of unfulfilled lust,
“Enough! My…my ass hurts…I’m sorry for teasing you, Logan, really I am! Please
fuck me! I need to come!”

Logan took Jubilee in his arms as
Remy untied her wrists. With a whimper of lust, she fell into Logan’s arms, and
he bore her gently down onto the thick bed of hay behind her. The gardeners
used it to tuck around the bushes and fragile flowers in case of a cold snap.

The
stiff stalks touched her heated ass flesh, and she gasped, not in lust, but in
pain. Remy took off his coat and spread it over top of the hay as Logan lifted
her, and Jubilee sighed as Logan lowered her onto the jacket. “Much better,”
she whispered throatily, removing the blindfold and looking at the two men for
the first time. “Now can I come?”

Logan
lowered his head to the shadowed valley between her thighs, and licked her
hypersensitive, lust-swollen clit. She jumped and gasped as Remy pulled his own
jeans off and lowered himself over her face, and she opened her own mouth
eagerly and sucked him in. He groaned as her hot, wet mouth wrapped around him,
sucking as though he were a rather large lollipop. Her tongue swirled under the
head of his eight-inch cock, driving him nuts and making him groan as his balls
tightened. His cock got even stiffer with his lust. “Oh, p’tite…”

Logan
licked the sensitive inner folds of her pussy, feeling her thighs twitch under
his hands. He cupped his arms around her thighs, pulling them further open to
expose her wet cunt to his greedy mouth and gaze. Her ass felt hot against the
skin of his forearm. He licked again, then delved his tongue into the hot warm
cave between her legs, feeling her twitch under him. She would have moaned, but
Remy’s long cock filled her mouth, making sound inaudible.

He
stood, finally, feeling that if he didn’t get his pants off he’d burst. Remy
stopped him before he lowered himself onto her. “Non, mon ami. Remy want
some o’ de p’tite too.” He got up off her, and Jubilee sat up as Logan lowered
himself on top of the jacket. Jubilee settled astride him, her hot, wet folds
wrapping around his seven-inch long, three-inch round cock. She groaned, as she
always did when he entered her. She was extremely tight, and he was thick. He’d
worried the first time that he was hurting her…but she loved every minute of
it. He’d stopped worrying; she seemed like she could handle him.

Remy
settled behind her. “Mon Dieu, p’tite,” he said, “Logan be almos’ bigger
dan you can handle. Don’ worry; Remy not so big around; you be able to handle
de Cajun easy. Jus’ relax, now…” He placed the head of his cock, glistening
with pre-cum, against the rim of her asshole. He pressed firmly, and his head
poppnto nto the rim. She gave a cry of pain, and twitched on Logan’s cock.

“Ya
hurt her!” Logan sensed the tensing of Jubilee’s body, and his claws snicked
out. Jubilee put a hand out to stop him. “Logan! No he didn’t…It kind of feels
weird at first, but I could get used to this…God, I feel really, really full…
Remy, it’s okay, just go slow…okay…”

She
began to move first, forward on Logan’s, then slowly backward onto Remy’s. As
her asshole got used to the intruder in it, she picked up the pace until she
was riding both men wildly. Her cries of pleasure escalated, filling the two
men’s ears. Logan came first, spurting deep in her vagina, his hips bucking
wildly into hers as she came, screaming in pleasure. Remy came as her orgasm
tightened her vaginal and anal muscles, milking his cock dry, and he came with
a deep, throaty moan, filling her rear with his seed. Then all three of them
collapsed, sweating, panting, and thoroughly satisfied.