by Ellie Hunt
“It’s a blacksmithy,” said Angus, as he sat me on the table, hiking my shift up so that it pooled around my waist. “I make a lot of noise in here.”
My ass on the cool table, I reached up, tugged my shift over my head, and tossed it onto the pile with the rest of my clothes.
I’d at least had the presence of mind not to leave them on the floor, even as Angus’s hands spread my creamy thighs apart, gently, and I laid myself back on the table, leaning on my elbows, still wanting to see everything that happened.
Angus stroked one thumb down my slick slit and a little moan escaped my lips, again, and Angus smiled. Then he moved one hand up my torso to my breasts, squeezing them and rubbing my nipples, the sensations spreading warmth through my body, and with the other hand just barely touching my clit, that nub of bright sensation.
“That feels good,” I said.
He just smiled. Then I saw Thomas’s hands snake around Angus’s torso, the other man’s head appearing over Angus’s shoulder as his hands moved lower and lower, finally wrapping themselves around his thick, proud cock. For a moment, Angus closed his eyes, a groan escaping from deep in his chest, as his hands on me paused.
Thomas grinned behind him, pumped that magnificent cock again. Angus put his thumb over Lorna’s sensitive nub, and, slowly, began to slid one finger into my waiting channel.
I gasped. His finger was rough from his work, but it felt so good inside me as he moved it, pressing up against spots she’d never known could feel so good. I squirmed, lying full on the table now, Angus’s finger nearly all the way inside, Thomas still pumping the other man’s cock with both hands.
Then Angus pulled his finger out.
“No,” I gasped, but Angus only laughed, and I felt something else at my entrance: two fingers.
Those slid in as well, though the very beginning hurt just a little but there were those feelings again, the way I felt filled by having something inside me. Being teased like this made me voracious, made me want more: another finger, another.
His big, thick cock.
“Give me more,” I gasped.
Then I saw Thomas move around Angus, to his front, softly kissing down his chest, down the trail of fur that led from his bellybutton downward, and his head disappeared under the edge of the table.
He took the head of Angus’s cock in his mouth.
Angus moaned this time, his fingers halted inside me. I could only see the top of Thomas’s head and guess at what he was doing.
The mere thought of it thrilled me.
“Let me watch,” I said, but Angus put one hand on my shoulder and then inserted a third finger into my entrance, and this time it did hurt, but only for a moment as I arched my back up off the table, crying out softly, not wanting to alert anyone else.
Then, then it felt wonderful, impossibly wonderful, my cunt finally getting filled by this man’s fingers. I hadn’t known until now that it was what I craved, but now that I knew, I wanted more, and more, and more.
He moved his fingers inside my and drove me to the edge of ecstasy, my hips lifting of the table again in an attempt to fill my void.
Below the table, Thomas grabbed Angus by the buttocks and pushed his mouth down, as far as it would go, listening to the rumbles of pleasure from above, then pulling his head back and swirling his tongue around the head of Angus’s cock , savoring him.
Angus moved his thumb over my clit, moving his fingers inside me at the same moment, and this time I did cry out, thankful that the smith had stone walls instead of being in a tent.
My breath came in sharp gasps as this thumb circled and circled, his fingers inside me moving constantly.
I felt as though I were on fire the heat building in my loins and slowly spreading out, moving toward a peak. I flailed my legs a little, settling them on Angus’s shoulders, trying to work him further inside herself somehow until the heat was too much and it exploded, inside my cunt and then spreading up and out through my body until I was moaning and moaning, writhing on the table, my hips lifting off it, my hands grasping at nothing.
It went on and on, feeling so good I thought that I might burst or go blind or something else terrible until, finally, I could open my eyes again, spasms still moving through my body at random.
Angus pulled his fingers out and sniffed them, smiling. Thomas appeared from below the table and licked one of Angus’s fingers, pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it.
“More,” I said.
Thomas leaned over my and smiled.
“Aren’t we a demanding young thing?” he said.
“Please,” I begged. I sat up on the table, legs still dangling over the edge, and ran my hands down both men’s torsos, down and down until I was holding their cocks again, one in each hand.
The men exchanged a look.
“How would you like to be on top?” Thomas asked.
I blinked at him.
“I’m not sure,” I said.
“Let’s try it,” Thomas said, with a wicked smile, and pulled me from the table. Kissing me hard, he backed onto a wooden chair that stood in the corner of the shop and sat down, his big erection sticking straight into the air, long and hard as a rock.
I walked over and put one hand on his knee, leaning into him and taking the cock into my other hand, stroking it hard like I’d seen him do to Angus a few moments ago. Their heads were together and he nuzzled my ear, tickling me with his stubble.
“I want to be inside you,” he whispered, and for a moment, I felt a dizzy with lust. I took my hand away and moved, to position herself over him, only to be stopped by Angus.
“Face the other way, lass,” he said, standing behind my.
I did, my legs outside Thomas’s, slowly lowering herself until I could feel the tip of his cock against my wet, parted lips, and suddenly I felt a little nervous.
I shouldn’t do this with two men at once, I thought.
I looked up at Angus, my eyes questioning.
“It’s all right, lass,” he said, putting a hand on the side of my face.
I felt another surge of lust, and then I lowered myself onto Thomas’s cock, biting my lip as I did, feeling my little cunt stretch around him, moving slowly.
It felt even more incredible than Angus’s fingers had, my ache slightly sated, feeling full and content.
Finally, I sat on him, our thighs touching, Thomas buried inside my up to the hilt. He held onto my hips and groaned as Angus tweaked my nipples between his fingers as I moaned, softly.
“You have a beautiful little cunt,” Thomas whispered into my ear. He moved me forward just slightly, pulling himself out and then moving me back so he was fully in my once more.
I couldn’t find words. All I could do was make noise, breathy little gasps, little whimpers as it seemed that every touch to my set of a wave of ecstasy that moved along my whole body.
“Ohhh,” was all I could say.
“Does that feel good?” asked Thomas, still moving himself back and forth inside me.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, please, don’t stop, it feels so good.”
I barely noticed Angus get on his knees in front of me until Thomas moved his legs apart, spreading mine further apart as well, and Angus’s hands were there, on the soft inside of my thighs.
And then his face was there, underneath me, and he began to lick me. I gasped, and then moaned, long and loud, until Thomas finally had to cover my mouth with one hand.
Angus ran his tongue from my clit down to my stretched lips, bathing them with his tongue, and then licking the bottom of Thomas’s shaft as well.
Gently, he sucked one ball into his mouth and then the other, continuing the path, always ending with a few laps at Lorna’s little clit, making me gasp and moan, even as Thomas tried to keep me from making noise.
As Angus tried to pull away, I put my hand on his head, keeping him from moving away.
“Don’t stop,” I said, buried deep in the throes of pleasure.
Angus smiled into my and bega
n licking again, from my swollen lips stretched around Thomas’s cock to my clit, lapping and lapping at my until he felt me begin to come.
I thought that I might faint from the dual pleasure of being fucked and licked all at the same time, more pleasure than I had ever dared to dream existed. It passed through my body in wave after wave, breaking over my again and again as I lost all control of my body and voice, moaning and writhing until I finally stopped, spent.
Angus stood.
“You’re having a good time, lass?” he asked.
I nodded, dazed. He lifted me off of Thomas, to my feet, and it was only then that I noticed Thomas was still hard.
“I’d also like to try out your tight little cunt,” Angus said, sweetly, stroking the side of my face as he did.
Despite thinking I had finished for good, I felt the flood of desire yet again, the ache building between my legs, the blood rushing there.
I swallowed and nodded.
“I want you inside me, too,” I said, putting one hand on the side of Angus’s body and looking him up and down.
If I was being honest, I wasn’t totally sure how I was going to fit that monster inside me — but then again, I hadn’t been sure about Thomas either, and that had worked out very well.
Angus lifted me, again, onto the table, and again I put my legs on his shoulders, my feet waving in the air. Behind him, I could see Thomas empty a bottle of something into his hand, then pump his own cock once, then twice, then come up behind Angus.
Then I stopped noticing what Thomas was doing as Angus entered me. For a moment it hurt, so bad I almost cried out, but then suddenly, the pain was past and I felt filled almost to bursting, the best feeling I’d ever felt. His cock seemed to slide inside of me forever, until finally, when his hips met mine, I thought the tip of it might be somewhere around my lungs, it was buried so deep.
Angus groaned.
“You do feel good, lass,” he said, his hands on my hips pushing me tightly against him.
“Ready?” Thomas whispered over Angus’s shoulder.
“Always,” Angus whispered back.
Thomas bit the back of Angus’s shoulder and then pushed inside him, all in one stroke, not bothering to take it slowly.
Angus groaned through gritted teeth and grew even harder inside me. Somehow, he expanded even more, and I gasped, feeling as though I was pinned to this table by his giant cock, but in a good way, the most pleasurable way I could think of.
My cunt throbbed around him, ready to burst yet again. Then, slowly, he began fucking me, gently at first, and then harder and harder, until he seemed almost out of control. I whimpered with pleasure, unable to catch my breath enough even to moan.
When I did look up I saw Thomas behind Angus, a look of almost savage pleasure on his face as he took the other man, hard, even as Angus buried himself in me, over and over again.
Angus himself had his eyes closed and his mouth open in a little O of ecstasy. I bit my lip and nearly came at the sight, feeling myself throb and pound.
“You know I can’t last,” moaned Angus, the dual sensation of filling and being filled making him lightheaded, almost more pleasure than he could handle flooding through his body.
“Go slow.”
He put one thumb on my clit again, making me arch my back and moan, my hands grabbing for purchase on the smooth table.
“Oh god,” I whimpered.
Thomas wrapped one arm around Angus’s waist, holding the other man to him. “Slow like this?” he said, as he pulled out almost all the way, and then, millimeter by millimeter, pushed his cock back in.
“Yes,” Angus whispered.
I felt like my cunt was aflame. Every time Angus thrust into me, there was an extra push when Thomas thrust into him in turn, almost like being fucked by both of them at once.
My nails scrabbled along the table as I tried to hold out, tried to make it last just a little bit longer, this mind-blowing pleasure.
Then I felt Thomas’s hand close around my hip, holding himself tight to Angus and Angus tight to me, grinding back and forth on my cunt, and I heard Angus moan, an ecstatic sound unlike any I’d ever heard before.
“Oh,” I whispered, and then I came so hard I nearly did faint. For long seconds I knew nothing except for an explosion of pure color behind my eyes, and there was nothing in the universe besides my cunt and its double-fucked feeling as I felt each man thrust, one into me, one into the other man.
I was coming too hard to move, even to think or speak, pure waves of pleasure washing over my entire body.
As soon as I started coming, my cunt spasmed around Angus, the muscles gripping him hard and he stroked back and forth, sending him over the edge as well.
“I’m coming,” he gasped, and his hands dug into my with a desperate strength as he emptied himself into the girl.
It went on so long, my spasming around him and his mind-melting orgasm, that he thought he might never stop. Then, Thomas’s cock spasmed in his own ass, shooting seed deep inside him.
Angus bent over me, on his elbows on the table, his face near my bellybutton, as he slowly came to. Thomas pulled himself, now limp, out of the other man, and leaned against the stonework wall. Angus, too, pulled out of me and leaned against he table, feeling totally spent.
After a while, I sat up and looked at the two men.
When I’d brought the stupid iron thing down today,I’d only wanted to see Angus — I’d never expected something like this to happen, but now that it had, I was glad about it.
When I hopped off the table, Angus handed me a rag and I wiped the semen running down my leg. Then I put my thin shift back on, my petticoats, my overdress. At the same time, the two men dressed, gathering shirts and trousers scattered around the smithy.
“It’s late,” I finally said, smoothing down my hair. “I should go.”
“You should,” rumbled Angus. He took my by one shoulder and looked into my face. “You’re all right, lass?”
I smiled. “I’m fine,” I said. “I’m better than that. I’m great.”
“All right,” he said, and kissed my on the forehead.
“Don’t worry,” he said, as I left the smithy. “It’ll all be fine.”
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