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You've never realised how much you miss him until he walks through the saloon door, same as most every Friday, to get a pint of Gus' famous sour beer.
It is a carnal kind of missing, nothing romantic about it. You just like the way Willy could fuck you into a moaning mess. And it's been a while, with him being away on an extended fishing trip and all.
Your thighs squeeze together like a freaking reflex from one of those scientific experiments—you might have been embarrassed about it if it hadn't happened a thousand times before.
You take a glance at his direction and mortification flushes your cheeks when you see that he has the gall to ignore you, giving all of his attention to his buddy, Clint. Well, fuck him. Fuck them both.
You gulp the remainder of your ale in one go and order another one the moment your jug hits the counter. Gus complies, sliding the golden liquid in front of you with a knowing smirk. Fuck him, too.
An hour later, intoxicated and giddy, you fall on top of your duvet, clothes discarded in the farmhouse trailing from the door to the bed like a mashup of custom-made pavement. Your thighs spread open to the cool evening air, your wetness especially sensitive to the temperature difference.
You're going to get off tonight, you think stubbornly as you trace your middle finger between your folds, collecting the juices that formed there. One way or another, you're going to get off.
You slide in the finger, knowing full well that you're wet enough out of sheer annoyance. Your thumb glides over your clit, swollen and aching, requesting an equal amount of attention from you.
You consider going slow—the night is long and there's plenty of time to play with yourself—but after a few minutes you notice yourself pushing your finger viciously into your cunt. The pressure of a single digit is not enough, and you add one and then one more in quick succession.
Three fingers in, a thumb ravaging your clit and a cunt leaking onto your duvet and you still can't seem to get close. You pull your hand back with an irritated huff and lie for a minute, considering your options.
Maybe it's not too late to get a towel, you ponder, but one look between your legs disproves the idea. You glance at your bedside table, the lowest drawer, to be more precise, where all your favourite toys are stored.
The abundance of options overwhelms you until the image of a particular dildo flashes before your eyes and your mouth curves into a smile. That will do nicely. It has an intricate net of bumps along its surface in pearlescent blue and green, shaped almost like… fish scales.
You groan, exasperated by the mental image you have managed to conjure up. You could play the pretend game and choose another one from the drawer but you're not naive, you bloody well know that cock is going to end up shoved into your pussy.
You roll over to the bedside table in resignation, your head hanging off the edge of the bed as you reach down to fish out the dildo and a bottle of lube from its contents. You take in the sight of the silicone cock and on a whim run your tongue along its length then take the tip into your mouth sucking on it briefly.
You get bored easily with the oral stimulation and sit back up onto your heels, placing the dildo on the bed in between your legs. You run a lazy hand over it and a tired chuckle escapes your lips. It even looks like a damn fish, you muse to yourself, with its thicker middle and narrow ends. If Willy were a merman, his dick would probably look like this.
You open the bottle and pour a generous amount of lube on the dildo, then after a bit of deliberation add another pump to the mix. You're practically leaking and even if you were not, a bit of roughness can always be appreciated, but this time you have a goal in sight and no time to waste.
You discard the bottle and it lands somewhere between your pillows. Your hand glides over the cock and coats it with the lube before you rise up from your heels and shift the dildo to your opening.
You sink down slowly, enjoying the stretch and the snugness of it as it slips between your walls and with a delicious squelch around the narrow lower end it settles within you. You don't start riding for a hot minute, swallowing deep breaths as you accommodate the object.
When you finally do, you grab onto the bottom of the dildo for stability and push yourself up by your thighs, dragging the thickness out of your weeping cunt. The ridges are caught in your inner folds, and you moan shamelessly. Then you let your legs fall back down, the force shoves the cock back into you with a wet sound. Then you repeat; slowly out, swiftly in, until the rhythm settles and you ride zealously, hopefully into oblivion.
You continue your savage attack for a while, getting closer and closer but never right there where you want you to be, and after a particularly vexing downward motion you yank the cock out of your unyielding cunt and throw it to the end of the bed with a groan.
Your skin is red and sensitive and rubbed to its limit but your release is still nowhere to be found. With shaky legs you climb to the edge of the bed.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, and just to drive the point home entirely, fuck.
You look at the alarm clock on your bedside table and an annoying 04:27 stares back at you. You've been at it for hours, you realise. Damn hours went by and you still haven't come. You rake your fingers into your dishevelled hair.
You roll your eyes as a possible solution pops into your head. Sure, he could do it, but he would throw me over the docks before I could voice my request.
It would still worth a try, because the bloody alternative is to shove that cock back up and pray to Yoba for a fucking orgasm.
You dress hastily, underpants almost forgone until you realise that riding on horseback with a bare cunt is not the kind of barebacking you're looking forward to. You hop on your trusted mare, the hem of your skirt riding up your thighs, and head towards the beach by Cindersap Forest.
It's a moderate ride from the farmhouse to the beach, and there's plenty of time to reconsider, but your pussy is sore and you need help.
You leave your horse at the treeline bordering the beach and thread through the sand on foot. The time on your wristwatch shows it's past 5 o'clock, and knowing Willy he would already be up, so you feel less guilty when you raise your hand and knock on his door.
It doesn't take long for him to answer. "Saw you coming from the upstairs window."
You fight back the urge to snort at his wording. If you were coming, you wouldn't be here in the first place.
"Are you free now? I need a bit of help."
A smirk plays at the corners of his mouth. "What would you be needing help with, lass?"
"This," you say as you lift the hem of your skirt to your waist and trail a finger over your panties just above your pubic bone.
"That can be arranged," he replies and places his hand over yours on your cunt, and that annoying smile manifests fully on his face.
His other hand slips to your waist and pulls you inside the cabin, kicking the door shut behind the both of you.
He throws you against the wall as a way of greeting and his thigh slips in between your legs possessively. You grind down on it, you cannot even help yourself.
His hand sneaks back in between your bodies, and slips in your panties without words, his middle finger hot against your throbbing clit.
"Looks like someone hasn't been satisfied in a while."
"And what are you going to do about it?"
He slips his bloody finger inside you, that's what. You moan savagely.
"Oh, well, this requires a proper treatin'."
"Take me upstairs…" you breathe and he has the nerve to chuckle.
"What is this rush? I said a proper treatin', not a sloppy one."
You honestly hate him at that moment.
He continues to fuck you leisurely with his finger, and it takes forever until he adds another, almost as if an afterthought. He breathes onto your neck, hot air clinging to your skin. Your hips buckle forward to get more friction but his other hand flies to your side and stills you against the wall.
"You will come when I tell you to. Now, be still and let me pleasure you."
You hate how much you desire him.
He pulls out his fingers and while keeping eye contact he sucks them dry. His tongue swirls around his knuckles cleaning off every last drop of your juices. Then he kneels and pulling from both sides he rolls down your panties over your legs. He takes a hungry sniff at it before dropping it somewhere onto the floor.
His hands guide your legs further apart and he buries his face into your burning hotness. His tongue wraps around your folds like a velvety blanket as he takes long licks over them.
You wish to feel him inside you so you lace your fingers through his hair and press his face firmly to your cunt. He grunts right into your pussy but gives no indication that he disapproves, on the contrary, he sets a faster pace with his tongue.
You feel yourself getting close, fucking ecstatic that you're finally going to come, but Willy also notices that your breathing has quickened and with a primal groan he forces himself away from your dripping heat.
You cry out, grasping after his head to pull him back but he swats your hand away and instead grabs under your ass and lifts you up onto the counter.
You lay down instinctively as he spreads your legs apart, pushing up your skirt which bunches around your waist. His tongue laps at your folds again and then swirls around your clit, and you cry out in pleasure.
He would usually praise you for all the dirty noises he solicits from your lips but you're thankful he's focused only on eating you out.
His mouth is all over you and he slurps you up like an oyster—the phrase enters your mind because you have heard him say it before. Pretentious bastard. You wonder if he's like that with all his lovers.
Then he bloody finally fucks into you with his tongue and you come so hard your vision blurs for a minute. Both of you are panting, his head resting on one of your shaking thighs. Your hand is casually stroking his hair, thick and wet with sweat.
When he pushes himself up from the counter, you miss the weight of him instantly, but he makes up for it with his next words.
"Now we can go upstairs if your legs can carry you."
He waits at the bottom of the stairs, although it could be considered a ladder because of how steep its incline is. You climb down from the counter rather ungracefully and start your ascent with unsteady legs.
His room upstairs is modest, its furniture consisting only of a desk, a chair, a makeshift wardrobe and a bed; all familiar surfaces where you have been fucked before.
As you wait for him you shimmy out of your skirt and toss it into the corner with your top as well. You sigh as he steps behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, head bending down to kiss your neck, hands pulling you backwards to feel his hardness pressed firmly to your ass.
You twirl in his embrace to face him, your spent pleasure still glistening over his mouth and you lean in to taste yourself on his lips. He grunts and pulls you again towards his stiff cock, shamelessly grinding against your stomach.
You reach between your bodies and palm his erection over his pants, dry hotness radiating from the spot.
"Desk or chair, I'll grant you the choice." And they say chivalry is dead. You choose the desk, the sturdier option of the two.
He navigates the two of you towards the furniture, a difficult feat while clinging to your lips with a ferocious kiss, then spins you around and pushes your upper body flat on the desk, your cunt deliciously exposed to his eyes.
You hear him shuffle a bit then without forewarning he slams into you, cock buried inside you to the hilt. You grab the opposite edge of the desk, knuckles going white, as you brace yourself.
He doesn't hold back and sets a ruthless pace, pounding into you as his hands dig into the flesh of your hips.
"How can you be this starving for my cock, lass? I thought you can handle yourself."
"You think a fucking dildo—ah—can make up for this?"
"I thought it might have given you some relief in the meantime."
"Even when I was riding it I thought only of you."
The sounds that you make are deliriously filthy, your wetness sloshing out around his dick each time he pumps into you. Another orgasm is building quickly within you, a tight hotness pooling in your lower belly.
But just like last time the moment Willy senses how close you are he stops and withdraws, your inner walls clenching around the void he has left behind.
He sits down on the chair, his underpants discarded, legs spread leisurely apart as he beckons you to come closer. You comply and step between his thighs and he runs his hands hungrily along your sides before he turns you around and pulls you down onto his cock. Your cunt welcomes him back eagerly.
He makes a few strokes like this, your legs squeezed together for a different sensation, then he lifts your legs over his thighs and reaches under your ass to spread you open, letting you lean on him completely.
You're fully under his control in this position; he sets the pace and the angle. He places languid, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and the entire thing feels peaceful.
The door to the shop opens with a creak, and you both freeze in place.
"I saw the lights on, mate. I have your crab pots fixed for you," says Clint into the emptiness of the shop downstairs, then silence follows.
You hazily remember that your panties are somewhere down there. You hear a soft whisper next to your ear.
"Do you want to show how well you can take this cock? Do you want to be seen?" Willy asks and he starts moving again, pulling your pussy over his hardness with painful slowness. You moan and slap your hand over your mouth instantly. His soft murmurs, the deliberately restrained rhythm of his thrusts make you nod.
"Say it with words," he urges and you repeat your consent with a quivering yes. "You owe me 50 gold pieces first, you twat," Willy shouts down.
"What for?" you and Clint ask in unison.
"He didn't believe when I said I was fucking someone gorgeous. He said there's no way you would ever allow my wrinkled cock near you. For some reason when I said gorgeous, he immediately thought of you," Willy explains in a hushed tone while you wait for Clint's head to appear at the top of the ladder.
When he climbs up and peeks into the room he halts, eyes going wide.
"Fuck you, Will," Clint utters.
"You've been there, done that, ain't that right?" Willy chuckles. "Now come up and watch as I fuck her."
Your cunt clenches around Willy's cock as the entire situation turns you on even more. You watch with bated breath as Clint climbs the last few steps and enters into the loft.
"Beautiful, isn't she, while my cock is buried inside her."
"Yeah," is the only thing Clint gives as a response, his voice raspy.
"I love to fuck your dripping little cunt," Willy offers his praise to you next, and begins moving you again on top of him.
You look at Clint, your eyes meeting unabashedly while he watches you getting properly fucked. His hand moves over to the front of his pants, first hesitantly, but then he palms his dick through the fabric and makes a few strokes over it.
"What a beautiful cock he has," you hear Willy remark on the other man's member suggestively. "You just have to wrap your lips around it and suck it 'til he comes in your mouth."
You feel dizzy. "You've done that?" you ask with a trembling voice.
"Every time the lad lets me."
You watch Clint blush into a deep crimson, he's probably not used to getting compliments, lewd or otherwise.
"Are you close, lass?" Willy asks you, as he continues his slow movements. You sigh a pained yes. He kisses into your neck before he whispers into your ear. "Suck his cock first then I'll let you come all over me."
It's Clint who protests the idea. "You can't force her," he says, offended and lets go of his pants.
"Yeah, you're right. Let's ask the lady, then." Willy turns your head around so you can look him in the eyes. "Would you like to suck his magnificent beast of a cock?"
Your mouth waters and you lick your lips before you answer. "I want to, yes." You hear Clint gasp, and you look back at him. "Let me suck your cock, please."
It's a new persona you slip into, one that loves to tease Clint and see him blush and make him flustered.
Clint hesitates, his hand is shaking near the opening of his pants, but then he seems to have come to a decision. He zips himself open and lets the garment fall to his ankles. His cock doesn't have much length to it, but it's thick and hangs heavy between his legs. Perfect for fucking into a mouth.
"Take off your clothes and come closer," you urge him and he complies; within seconds he stands in front of you, his half-hard cock twitching, eager for attention.
You wet your lips again and you watch with delight as Clint's cheeks flush with pink again. You're going to make this man come even if that's the last thing you do.
You bend forward, with Willy's attentive hands helping you into your new position, finding balance with your hands on his thighs, and you place a timid kiss over Clint's head then with the same motion you lick into his slit. He growls, a sound entirely too beautiful to not make him utter it again.
You wrap your lips around his tip and suck his cock into your mouth hollowing your cheeks, then let him go with a pop. You repeat the act a few times then turn your attention to his shaft, licking the underside of it from his balls to the tip, following the thick vein running along it.
You trust Willy with holding your weight when you lift your hand from his thigh and wrap your fingers around Clint's length, squeezing at the base, then you start stroking it, summoning pearls of precum forming in the slit which you lick up dutifully.
Clint's breath quickens under your care, so you let go completely, letting Willy wrap his arms around your waist to hold you up while you place your hands onto Clint's hips and take him into your mouth until it hits the back of your throat.
You wish you could look up at his face, but his girth is giving plenty of strain to your neck already. You start moving along his length, trying to produce enough saliva to make him move with ease in your mouth. You moan when you feel his hand slip gently to the back of your head.
Clint leaves the affair entirely to you, letting you have control over him, so it's very romantic, the way he lets you know with a tender pressure of his fingers on your neck when you do something particularly enjoyable.
Willy chooses that moment to start moving again, with your mouth full of cock. He rocks your hips back onto him, trying to imitate the rhythm you set with Clint, and fucks into you with shallow thrusts, and you almost choke around Clint's hardness.
You start to see stars as your release builds quickly, and even though you try to focus on the blow job, a few seconds later you come, harder than ever, and you moan around Clint's cock still shoved into your mouth.
The fucking gentleman that he is, Clint lifts your mouth off him and holds your head delicately while you ride out the last waves of your orgasm. You're entirely wasted and you feel through a haze that Willy picks you up into his arms and moves you to the bed. A weight settles next to you on the mattress and Clint starts stroking your hair. You look up into his eyes, grateful and content.
You glance at his lap to see his cock leaking and twitching against his stomach but he doesn't seem bothered by it. Clint looks away when Willy steps in front of him, still hard as a rock but definitely close to his own release. Without words Clint sucks him into his mouth and starts bobbing his head on the other man's shaft. The distant realisation that Clint is indirectly tasting your cum on Willy's cock makes you squeeze your thighs together.
Willy comes a few minutes later with a low growl, holding Clint's mouth tightly down on his cock and shooting his load down his throat. He pulls out with a satisfied sigh, patting Clint's cheeks appreciatively, then leans down to kiss the man. When they part, Willy looks down to Clint's lap and shakes his head.
"I could offer my ass for that but I think you would enjoy her cunt a bit more freely." They both look at you and you feel a wetness pool between your legs again. You push yourself up and move closer to Clint, kneeling beside him on the bed. You reach for his hand and take it to your heat, dragging his fingers through your drenched folds.
"Please, fuck me," you tease him, then you lower yourself to all fours next to him, pushing your backside up. His hand moves over to your ass, grabbing into the flesh, then he slaps you and a whimper escapes your lips.
You don't see him, only feel his weight shifting as he steps behind you and drags his cock between your folds a few times. Your cunt clenches and you cannot wait to feel him stretch you to your limit.
You cry out when he finally positions himself to your opening and pushes into your wetness. You're a bit looser after two orgasms in a row, but his thickness still proves to be a challenge. You grab onto the blanket beneath you as Clint's cock stretches you further than you thought possible. You feel his balls press against your ass when he is fully seated, and he halts there, letting you get used to his size.
"Fuck me, please," you beg him, echoing your own words, and you squeeze your walls around him. He lets out a groan and his grip on your hips tightens. He pulls out halfway then slams back into you. His cock is the work of the heavens as he pummels into you mercilessly.
His hand shifts on your ass and you feel his thumb trace over your puckered hole, testing its responsiveness.
"I want to fuck your arse," Clint muses before he realises he has said the words aloud.
Willy snorts from the bed beside you, having been watching you fuck while he stroked himself to a new erection.
"What does the lady say?" he asks you. Through tears of pleasure you say yes.
That gets Willy moving and he quickly pulls out a bottle of lube and a butt plug from his treasure chest next to his bed. He climbs back to the two of you and with a click opens the bottle.
"Just keep fucking her while I prepare her asshole," Willy says to Clint and, to Yoba, he does. The hard thrusts are replaced with slower, shallower ones to keep the both of you from coming too soon, but Clint's attention still keeps you comfortably close to your third release.
Willy squirts a generous amount of lube over your hole and begins stretching you out with his fingers first. When he manages to slide one finger in, he fucks you with it slowly until you relax around the digit. Then he adds a second finger and makes gentle scissoring motions inside of you until he can move his fingers in and out of you freely.
Willy pulls out, lube dripping from his fingers onto your asscheeks, and puts the metal plug to your opening. The cool surface of the toy sends shivers down your spine and you push backwards to drive it inside you.
Willy lets you have it for a minute before he pulls the toy out then immediately pushes it back in, testing, stretching the ring of muscles at your opening. The sensation of being touched at two places at the same time draws lengthy moans from your lips.
"I want the both of you to fuck me like this," you plead on the verge of coming undone prematurely. Willy pulls the toy out then lies down next to you.
"Let her sit on my cock, then," he tells Clint who complies, and pulls out of your cunt to direct your hips over to Willy. He slides under you in an instant and drags your body back down onto his cock to replace the one that you lost. He fucks into you twice before he stills your lower body and pulls your asscheeks apart.
Clint gets closer and puts his hardness to your hole, sliding in the tip to anchor you to him. Then you hear the familiar sound off the bottle and feel the coolness of the lube as Clint adds another squirt on his length and on your hole. Satisfied with the slickness he pushes in further, and you feel completely and utterly filled.
"Yoba, that feels nice," you hear Willy sigh from under you and you cannot argue with that.
Then the two men move at the same time, pulling out of you halfway then thrusting back in, stretching you out again, filling you up. They do that five more times before you come, cries of pleasure escaping from your lips as you shake and collapse on top of Willy.
You feel your body being used to get the men to their orgasms as well, as they continue to fuck into your holes with abandon.
Clint comes first with a loud growl, his grip on your hips tightens and his fingers dig into your flesh as he shoots his seed up your ass. Willy is not far behind, thrusting three more times into your cunt before he comes inside you.
Clint collapses next to you onto the bed, and you roll off Willy into the space between the two men, all three of you panting and gasping for air. You feel all your holes leaking onto the sheets but you're too deep in the afterglow to care.
Long minutes pass before either of you are able to speak, and surprisingly it is you who finds the words first.
"I want half of that 50 gold pieces," you say playfully, "I need it to buy bait from this guy down at the docks."