“Wonder how much Wilbur is asking for the whole shooting match?” Chris asked as they approached the gate.
“Good question.”
He took out his phone and tapped the screen. Gwen had mentioned seizing the day earlier. It couldn’t hurt to make a simple inquiry. While he was at it, he might also look into what the Bucking H Ranch in Colorado was appraised for even though he knew Gwen was already talking with Roger Bedford about it. He’d already checked on Zephyr and was holding his cards close on that deal because he didn’t want Gwen to think he was interfering.
Something about the arrangement with Roger felt off to Julián. He’d never heard of any specifics that Roger had hammered out with her, only that he wanted her to “come home” to talk about it. It might be that he just didn’t like the idea of Roger Bedford holding her ranch over her head. She deserved her dream without a bunch of strings attached to it. He couldn’t envision a happy ending for Gwen if Roger didn’t get his way.
He smiled as he caught a glimpse of Gwen riding Tutti down the sloping back lane of the property and pointed at her so Chris would see. She threw her arms in the air, her hair flying in long golden streamers behind her as she and the horse moved as one through the waving grass, and he nearly forgot who he was calling as the phone began to ring.
* * * *
Gwen sighed with satisfaction as she finished combing out Tutti’s tail after giving the horse a thorough bath. She really was a beautiful animal. Her coat, an even mix of black and white hairs combined creating a bluish-gray tinge, shimmered in the late-afternoon sunlight streaming in through the barn door.
“Nearly done, sugar. Let’s do your tail and then you can have supper.”
She wiped a damp lock of hair from her face and ignored the way her clammy, wet clothing clung heavily to her body. The hot bath she was envisioning before supper had her hands making quick work of Tutti’s lush black tail.
“You look lovely, dahling,” she intoned softly as she stood at Tutti’s flank and finished the braid that might help to keep her tail clean. Tutti had a very horselike predilection for rolling in the pasture and her thick tail had been matted with mud. “I, on the other hand, look like a drowned rat.”
“Not from where I’m standing, love.”
Julián’s voice brought a smile to her face as she peered over her shoulder at him. “Hello there, handsome.”
Julián walked up behind her and kissed her neck as he stroked Tutti’s back. “She looks beautiful. You’re soaked to the skin, aren’t you? What happened?” He nipped lightly at her earlobe and Gwen giggled.
“I figured I’d go for a twofer on the baths but it didn’t work out. At least the water was warm at first.”
“Wilbur has hot water out here?” At her grin and nod, he chuckled. “Spoiled horse.”
“Don’t say that. More like spoiled owner. I might have had to use buckets otherwise. The hose must’ve been through one too many freezes because it cracked and then burst, spraying me from head to toe. I had no choice but to continue using it once I’d started, so I patched the hole with duct tape and went back to work. The duct tape didn’t last long so I just said ‘fuck it’ and kept going. At least it’s not freezing cold outside. I’m chilled to the bone as it is.”
She untied Tutti’s lead rope from the tie-down in the wash rack and led her to her stall. “There, girl. Now stay clean for at least one night for me, all right?”
Julián put hay in the feeder rack for Tutti and dumped a small handful of carrots in the rubber tub next to it. Gwen glanced at him and caught the speculative gleam in his eyes. “Is Chris headed over soon?”
Julián smiled, intention clear in his eyes. “Should be here any minute. Are there clean towels out here?”
“Yes. Wilbur keeps a supply of clean towels in the tack room. Are you gonna dry me off?” she asked as she undid the first button of her blouse. Heat blossomed inside her as she recalled her earlier thought about fooling around with him in the barn a little.
A devilish grin crossed his lips as he watched her undo the next button. “Yes, after I get you very wet.”
“What are you two up to out here?” Chris asked as he came to her and kissed her. “What happened to you, darlin’?”
Gwen explained as she unbuttoned her blouse, turned on by the heat in their eyes as they watched her hands do their work. She moved methodically, enjoying herself.
Julián motioned to him and shared a soft, brief conversation as she removed the blouse and her hands drifted to the hem of her knit camisole. The temperature had warmed up as the afternoon had worn on and the balmy breeze drifted over her exposed skin, exciting her nerve endings as well.
With a playful grin, Chris went into the tack room and returned with several towels and a coil of rope. Her heartbeat increased to triple time and hot cream seeped from her pussy. He laid the items on the hay bales stacked neatly against the wall.
Julián came to her and reached for the button on her jeans. Chris closed in behind her and unhooked the clasp of her bra.
“The barn doors?”
Julián chuckled, but he peered into her eyes. “This time of day no one can see in and the barn doors don’t face either of your neighbors. The sun is setting and it’ll be dim enough in here.” His gaze searched for her trust and she gave it when she smiled.
Julián knelt in front of her and pulled her boots from her feet one at a time and then stood to unzip her jeans. Arousal warmed her blood and made her weak in the knees as Julián slid his hands into her jeans, squeezed her ass cheeks, and then slid both her panties and her jeans down past her knees and held them for her to slip out of.
When she bent to slide her knee high red-and-white-striped socks down her calves, Julián chuckled and stopped her.
“No. Leave them on. I think we’re going to play with you with your socks on.”
Chris smiled as he slid a hot hand over her bare butt cheek. “Very sexy.”
Never in a million years would Gwen have considered those funky striped socks as sexy, but damned if she didn’t feel sexy as hell standing there in them, waiting for whatever happened next. She’d been chilled earlier but now her body was simmering with need for them, the cold completely forgotten. Julián disappeared into the tack room and returned a few seconds later with a clean rag, which he folded into a long strip. He watched her watching him and smiled as he approached her. His cock was thick and long, pressing against the confinement of his jeans, and her cunt throbbed with want for him.
He held up the long strip in his hands. “Trust us?”
“Of course.” There was no doubt about that.
He moved behind her and tied it in place, blocking out every bit of light, while Chris moved around the barn. It sounded like he’d shifted one of the hay bales and then there were rustling sounds. Were they undressing?
She jumped slightly when a pair of hands encircled her hips and she got the answer to her question a second later when Chris’s massive hot body and hard cock pressed against her backside, drawing a shudder of excitement from her.
“Woman, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Chris growled in her ear as he slid a hand around her hip bone to her pussy. Lust burned inside her and he hummed in approval at the proof as he slid his fingers through her cream. “So wet for us. I’m going to enjoy sliding my cock into your hot little pussy.”
She shuddered as Julián closed in from the front, searing her with his body heat as he palmed her breasts and then squeezed her nipples as he kissed her. He increased the pressure on her hardened tips until she was gasping and squirming between them, anxious to have one of them inside her.
“You like that, don’t you?” Julián whispered. “We’ll have to buy you clamps for these, and then we can fuck you while the weight of them tugs at your nipples.”
“Yes.” She moaned as Chris continued playing with her pussy, teasing her clit until she wanted to scream. Just as she felt the rise toward orgasm, he pulled his hands away, and when s
he reached down to play with her cunt and ease the need, they stopped her.
“I want to come!”
A deep chuckle came to her from one side. “You will, darlin’. Several times.” Chris.
Something slid across the floor and the she heard more rustling. Julián took her hands and led her forward until she nudged a hay bale with her toe. He lowered her hands to the hay bale so she could center herself. “Kneel on it and then sit back on your heels. Don’t worry. We won’t let you fall.”
She knew that but it was sweet of him to reassure her. She knelt on the hay bale which felt like they’d covered it with the towels and then sat back on her heels as directed.
“Perfect.” Julián stroked her shoulder and tilted her chin until she felt the hot head of his erection against her lips. She knew it was him by his touch and his scent. Even the shape of the bulbous head of his cock was known to her as it slid between her lips. Julián groaned and she hummed as she listened to him enjoying himself. She reveled in the feel of their hands on her as she sucked him down and she reached out to them. Wrapping one hand around the base of Julián’s cock, she put the other hand out blindly, until she made contact with Chris’s fuzzy thigh. She liked very much that both of her men were hairy. They had just enough to keep her happy but not so much that she choked on it. She loved the feel of it against her nipples and her pussy anytime they played.
Sliding her hand up, she giggled around Julián’s cock as she caressed Chris’s balls and his supremely thick shaft. Julián groaned, gripping her hand as she stroked up and down his shaft.
She released Julián’s cock with a pop when she felt Chris’s fingers on her chin, tilting her toward him. She opened wide and took as much of him as she could, sucking enthusiastically as she breathed in his masculine scent while stroking Julián’s now-slippery shaft. He grew even harder as he thrust into her hand. Her cunt pulsed and she squirmed as she fantasized which one would fuck her first. She was at their mercy.
Gwen switched back and forth between them on their cues, willingly directed by their touch. Callused hands cupped her breasts and teased her nipples with light pinches and tugs until her cream ran between her thighs. She tried again to touch herself to ease the ache and Chris caught her, pulling her hand from her pussy to suck the juices from her fingers. His mouth was hot as he sucked each finger into his mouth.
“I love your sweet pussy so much, darlin’.”
A breeze caressed her skin and she remembered that the barn doors were still wide open and the three of them were out there where anyone could walk up, or ride up, and see. She thought momentarily of Hatch and his friends but pushed the thought aside. Julián and Chris would keep her safe while they played. The shudder that rippled through her at the self-assurance that they really would protect her if need be was so powerful she wondered if she’d had a small orgasm. The need ratcheted higher so she wasn’t sure.
She’d been self-sufficient a long time and letting it go, if only for a few minutes, was intoxicating. Focusing on them, she shut out all other thoughts and moved back and forth between them, sucking, licking, and kissing their cocks until they finally stopped her. The sound of their panting in the stillness of the barn was gratifying. She got to them as much as they got to her.
With the blindfold still in place, her hearing was more acute and she tilted her head at the susurrus sound of something sliding around the hay bale. They moved around her and Julián finally said, “Spread your knees wider.” His tone was strained as though he was on edge and she wondered what they’d planned next.
She was startled when both men wrapped the soft rope around her knees, anchoring them widely spread apart. The hay crinkled and shifted slightly under her knees, but the thick layer of towels kept it from poking her. She wanted to rub her thighs together but the rope kept her from moving them even an inch. Julián tied her wrists together in front of her with another length of the soft rope and then lifted her hands. He hooked the rope to a tie-down outside the tack room so that her arms were stretched upward and slightly in front of her. Keeping her just slightly off-balance.
“Damn, darlin’, you look hot like this. Tied up and ready for us.”
“What will you do?” To her ears, her voice sounded breathy…sultry. Her pussy quivered as the anticipation built waiting for their response. The only thing she heard was the sound of condom wrappers being torn open. As if welcoming them, her cunt clenched again. A hot hand stroked her right shoulder then slid down her spine until it rested on her tailbone. Hot moisture wet her inner thighs as she waited, panting with excitement. The hand slid to her cleft, paused to tease around her anus but not touching it before slipping to her cunt to stroke her opening with a couple of fingers.
“Very wet. Nice,” Julián whispered. He slid his hands over her buttocks and hips, up her back and her shoulders. He gathered her long blonde hair in his hands and she nearly purred as he ran his fingers through it, lightly pulling it. He gathered it into a ponytail at the base of her head just as she felt the hot head of his cock at her opening.
“Yes!” she cried out as he tugged gently at the ponytail and used the backward motion to impale her on his cock. Every nerve ending inside her tingled as he pulled the ponytail, sending gooseflesh over her back until the tension inside her skyrocketed. He fucked her hard, thrusting with firm strokes that made her breasts sway with their movements. Her nipples tingled and peaked with the stimulation, and the storm gathering within her increased in strength until she thought she’d explode, and then Julián suddenly pulled from her with a deep growl.
“No!” she cried out, on the verge of an orgasm so powerful she feared she might black out. She fought the bonds and cried out again when Chris gripped her shoulders and pushed his cock between her legs, giving her as much as she could possibly handle on that first stroke. She moaned as he pulled all the way out with a deep groan and thrust again, sliding deep. He pumped his cock in and out, and in her mind’s eye she could see the three of them fucking in this hedonistic dance. Chris brought her to the edge again and she wanted to cry when he pulled out.
She arched her back, praying that Julián would give her the relief she needed, and wiggled her ass in their direction. “Please, please! Fuck me!”
Hands gripped her hips and she cried out with relief as Julián plunged deep and thrust repeatedly. “Come for me, love. I love fucking you so much.”
Stars exploded in fiery sparks in her vision and the tension inside her suddenly spun loose as her cunt pulsated and contracted with wave after wave of searing pleasure. The orgasm went on and on, and building still higher and higher as she wailed. He suddenly pulled out without coming and was quickly replaced with Chris who continued the pace, filling her cunt so tightly she rode the thin line of pleasure and pain.
“You’re so tight, darlin’. I love watching Julián fuck you almost as much as I love fucking you. So soft and hot.”
He slid deep and picked up the pace, growling with satisfaction when her orgasm ripped through her and she felt her juices running down her thighs as they leaked from her heavily aroused cunt. She felt swollen and hot and in such need she thought she might lose her mind.
They switched again and Julián growled as he slid home and thrust hard several times then groaned deeply as he came. “Yes!” He gasped as he pulled from her, and her body quivered as she anticipated Chris.
His hands were gentle as he slid them around her rib cage and then held her to him as though she were the most precious, fragile thing he knew, and he slid his big cock inside her again, gently that time. She ground her hips back against him, glorying in his tenderness amidst such wild fucking. His body vibrated with increasing tension as he pushed his cock deep inside her and thrust over and over. His breathing increased to impassioned panting and he pushed her down firmly on his cock and held her tight as his release finally hit him and he cried out. His thick cock pulsed with each stream of his cum as he finally stilled all around her.
She tilted her head
back and kissed his temple which was bathed in perspiration as he caught his breath. Finally he withdrew from her body. She heard them moving around behind her and smiled, wondering how either of them had the strength to stay on their feet. They loosened the ropes anchoring her knees, and released her hands from the tie-down. Julián untied the blindfold and she looked up at him as he rubbed her wrists and checked for abrasions.
Chris wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her from her kneeling position when her body failed to heed her commands and held her against him. Julián came near and she looked up at both of them and smiled at the deep satisfaction on their faces.
Chris sat on the hay bale, still holding her, and stroked the hair that was stuck to her forehead. “Are you all right?” Julián stroked her cheek and waited for her answer.
“Better than all right. I’m wonderful. I’ve never…”
“Been tied up?” Chris asked with a chuckle.
“Yes. I’ve also never come so hard before. It was all sensory overload.”
“You liked the blindfold?” Julián smiled and arched his brow as he stroked her nipple and she giggled at the ticklish sensation to her sensitized nipple.
“I loved it.”
“Good. We’ll remember that.”
She looked around at their dim surroundings and then smiled at what she saw. “You were sneaky and closed the barn doors after all.”
Julián nodded. “I wanted you to have the fantasy but we won’t take a chance with you. Not with people like Hatch Dunlap and his friends hanging around nearby. This time was for us alone.”
They finally rose from the hay bale and put things back to rights as she gathered their clothes, disdaining to put her cold, wet clothing back on. “I’ll just wrap myself in a towel.”
Once everything was back as it should be and the animals checked on one last time, Chris lifted her in his arms again and they walked to the ranch house. “I don’t want you to hurt your feet on the gravel, darlin’.”
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