Workshop incident
Every morning at McColts family starts the same: everyone gathers at the family table and listen to Daddy’s speech on how important and how ancient their legacy is. Generations of builders and woodworkers, famous for their skill and hard work, honest with the wood and themselves. It’s the family business, the bonds that keep them together. That’s what Daddy McColt said every day slamming his hoof on the table’s surface. The very same table made by the first McColt by the way.
But Hacksaw, the youngest daughter, thought differently. Sitting quietly in her corner, she daydreamed, wishing all this to be over so she could spend some time alone. Lately being around some members of her family made her feel… strange to say the least. Young mare bit her lip and closed her eyes, ignoring the thoughts filling her mind.
She thought of her sibling sister Buzzsaw. Her fur was darker than the rest of family had. And so did her sense of humor or even manners. To be honest, she was an ass. But what an ass she had. Was it working with the buzz saw or simply genetics, something made her look like a full grown mare — beautiful and mature. Hacksaw looked like filly in comparison to her.
She had another sibling sister named Crosscut. She was something in between Buzzsaw and Hacksaw. Not a full grown mare yet but she was getting there. Her pigtails made with a couple of scrunchies made her look a little bit childish. And the way she always followed Buzzsaw doing what she says added to the image of bad girl. They usually disappeared at evenings and never took Hacksaw with them, saying she’s too young and all.
Hammerhead was their elder brother. He looked big, worked hard, talked none and all in all was perfect example of a woodwork worker. Who knows what he has on his mind? Certainly not Hacksaw. But she often imagined that he’s kind and sensitive on the inside, like sniffing flowers in the midnight, listening the wind whistle its silent tune while streams of cold air engulf his big hard...
“… and that’s all I have to say to ya, folks!” Daddy finished his daily motivational speech, snapping his daughter from whatever she was doing. “Now go back to work, ya lazy goofs!”
And so they did. Hacksaws workplace was in the back of their workshop, a small room where she usually sawed planks two by four. Plain walls with various saws hanged on hooks, pieces of wood lying here and there, a little pile of hay tucked where mare could rest a little while nopony can see.
Hacksaw’s task for today was, as always, to hacksaw wooden planks. In the deepest corner of the workshop she picked up her favorite tool, feeling polished handle of her hacksaw with her lips and teeth. Familiar soury taste of old wood filled her mouth as she started to saw. Forward-backward, forward-backward, over and over again. Hard work that leaves a lot of time to think. Think of things that she’d like to do instead. Single drop of sweat run across her back, making her shimmer. Mare stopped her work, her mind spiralling in a fog of twisted and lewd things. All those frictions, the feel of firm handle in her mouth, the sour taste, all that sweat and grunting…
“This is too much,” she whispered to herself quietly, feeling her body shaking with excitement. Something cold run down her hind leg and she could swear it was not sweat. Mare reached her hoof down her belly, accidentally caressing small crotchboobs with perky little nipples. A quiet “eep” escaped her mouth as she felt wetness between her legs. Jolt of pleasure shakened her body as her legs started to tremble, her heart raced. Forgetting herself Hacksaw moved her hoof up and down her entrance, smudging the juices, sending wave after wave of warm enticing pleasure. She didn’t know what she was doing, but it sure made her feel really good.
Hacksaw’s mind once again was filled with images from before, of her strong muscular brother Hammerhead, all wet after bath, steamy and pent up, his enormous cock flopping freely under his belly, so tempting, so lewd. Mare couldn’t keep her moans down so she instinctively bit down first thing nearby which just happened to be the handle of her hacksaw. As she wrapped up her lips around it, feeling its texture, tasting it with her tongue, greedily swallowing a little sour saliva, her hoof fastened the pace. In her mind she was delivering the most desiring blowjob, selflessly serving her brother, caressing tip of his shaft with her tongue, feeling salty precum on her tongue.
“Hammer… head. Hammer… head…”, Hacksaw whimpered into the handle, imagining how her brother grunts in pleasure, putting his hooves on her head. She pulled herself on it , taking it deeper, started to bob her head moving her hoof in synchronous motions. Up and down faster and faster she was bui;dng her pace, feeling something to grow inside of her, something big, mind breaking, something she couldn’t handle. “This is too much!” she thought feverishly, “I can’t...”
Hoof on her crotch slipped a little, prodding her entrance, accidentally stimulating her oversensitive lovebud. A wild scream escaped Hacksaw’s mouth as if she was struck by the lightning, orgasm taking over her, violently shaking her body, juices profusely spilling out, drenching her grey coat. Front of her body collapsed on the floor, tongue rolled out from her mouth as she had the most happy expression one could ever see: the expression of a mare who just had her first orgasm.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” said someone in a raucous voice. ”Enjoin’ yourself, princess?”
Hacksaw snapped out of her afterglow as she realized how exposed she was. Tucking tail between her legs vainly trying to hide her drenched entrance, she fell on her back. Mare raised her eyes in fright, discovering both her twin sisters Buzzsaw and Crosscut with lustful expression on their muzzles.
“Doin’ that kind of thing right in the workshop in the middle of the day! Truly you have no shame,“ said one of them
“This ain’t how work is done here, sweetheart!” added the other.
“Do you remember what our Pa said?” asked Buzzsaw as she moved closer, hovering menacingly. Hacksaw shook her head in panic. She could swear she’d just saw string of something wet drip down from her sister’s marehood.
“Maybe he said something about family bonds,” suggested Crosscut throwing a rope on Hacksaws front legs, tying them together tightly.
“Maybe he said something about sharing everything with your family,” said Buzzsaw. She dragged her hoof through Hacksaws marehood taking a good hooffull of her juices.
“And that’s certainly not how you share,” she cooed rubbing her wet hoof in Hacksaws muzzle. “Ya can’t just quickly sploosh and skadoosh. It ain’t going to work.”
Young tied mare’s mind went spiralling as she lost herself in the scent of her own sex. The whole situation was so bizarre and exciting that she couldn’t help but to become horny again. Her marehood winked signaling her sisters they’re doing it right.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Buzzsaw smiled lustfully. “And again all alone. How about you do something about it?”
She turned around presenting her rear to Hacksaw almost pushing it right to her face. To say that Hacksaw was shocked would be underestimation. Surely she was curious about how it is back there but mirrors didn’t help it out much. And as she saw mare pussy, soaking wet and winking fiercely she couldn’t help but to stare in awe.
“Don’t be shy, give it a try!” rhymed Buzzsaw, stepping even closer. On her next wink as her marehood muscles spasmed, aching for tender touch, a wet string of her juices landed right on Hacksaw’s nose. Young mare instinctively slurped it up. Her eyes widened as she realized that she’d just tasted her own sister. And she liked it. And more importantly she craved for more.
A little shyly Hacksaw run her tongue over her sister’s entrance, feeling her silky flesh readily spread apart, inviting her deeper, promising even more lovable and wet treat. Fleshy bump showed for a second and hid back in dark-skinned folds. Buzzsaws legs started to shake, was it because of pleasure or impatience.
“Work it, gal!” she said making another step closer. Hacksaws tongue danced up and down mare’s slit, lapping juices, once in a while accidentally getting chance to flick across swollen clitoris. Young mare, despite being tied up, quickly got accommodated to the situation and did her best to pleasure her sister. She tried to make circular motions with her tongue, draw different shapes and experiment with approaches. Being so horny she could almost feel her own marehood spasming, Hacksaw really enjoyed what she was doing.
“Harder, darnit!” shouted Buzzsaw, slamming her wet pussy in her sister’s face. Fleshy folds spread as the whole muzzle slipped inside. Grunting in ecstasy mare began to grind furiously, literally fucking herself. Hacksaw just tried to get a little breath between wet smacks on the face, drenching in mare juices, feeling how her own marehood steamed with desire. She tried to squirm her hind legs, just to ease the tension a little.
“Hold her, Crosscut,” lustfully smiled Buzzsaw, making an extra hard smack, trying to get her sister in as deep as possible. ”If she wants release, she must earn it.”
Needless to say, Crosscut had to stop feverishly clopping herself looking at that show. Curious idea slipped in her mind as she sat on Hacksaw legs and pressed her own wet marehood onto her sisters. Mixing their juices she started to grind painfully slow, enjoying every inch as her folds slightly parted, accepting the mare’s beneath her. Hacksaw moaned in her sister, feeling her body tense, as something was building inside her.
“Oh fuck!“ cried Buzzsaw making one last motion, trying to push her sisters muzzle as deep as possible. It took one last almost innocent lick from Hacksaw to push her over the edge. Her pussy walls clamped onto mares muzzle and tongue, spasming over and over, as waves of orgasmic pleasure shattered her brain in an explosion of bliss. She just moaned whorishly as her tongue lolled out, her marehood squirting all over Hacksaws face. Needless to say the mare was soaked, staring blankly at the twitching depth in front of her, until Buzzsaw collapsed on her.
Crosscut followed her close after. Grinning like a madmare she quickened the pace, grinding her and Hacksaws marehood together, pushing in as hard as possible. Wet slurping sounds filled the workshop accompanied with moans and heavy breathing. Crosscuts legs started to tremble, her whole body tensed for a second and she fell down smiling and twitching, too weakened to even move.
Hacksaw at this point just didn’t know what to do. Buried under her sister bodies drenched in their mare juices, she felt pent up and plainly unsatisfied. She tried to move but her sibling sisters were to caught up in their afterglow to notice. And not like Buzzsaws soaking wet marehood right in her face would help her to ease tension in her loins. Hacksaw started to feel irritated.
“Oi, Hacky,” Buzzsaw whispered suddenly, “It was not bad. For a rookie like you, I mean.”
She slowly stood up, still quivering a little, and shook her head which almost made her fall. Crosscut rolled over, exposing Hacksaws body once again.
“I’ve heard what you’ve been mumbling about,” Buzzsaw bent down to her ear, “and whose name you’ve called. And you know what?”
She smiled promisingly then looked at the door and called out.
“I know you’re there, big bro! We can hear you. Not to mention the smell,” Buzzsaw hungrily gulped.
The aforementioned stallion slowly entered the room. He hungrily stared at the mares, breathing heavily. His excitement was too obvious with his stallionhood already hard, twitching and slapping his belly.
“You know why he’s called Hammerhead?” Cooed Buzzsaw into Hacksaws ear. Little mare was too startled to shake her head.
“It’s because of the way he nails mares!” Crosscut laughed at the joke. “Now as you’re big mare now, it’s your turn.”
Hacksaws legs trembled in fear. Or was it excitement? She saw her brother’s meat once or twice, but never at full length, not to mention so close. Even lying here she could smell the strong musky aroma as it was driving her nuts. She wanted it right here, right now. Her marehood winked invitingly.
“Looks like somepony’s eager to start,” smiled Buzzsaw. “But you’ll have to wait, princess, until we prep him for you. Just lie down and enjoy the show”
Both mares ducked under the stallion. Crosscut pressed her muzzle into Hammerhead’s balls taking a deep breath, giggling whorishly. She started to lick smooth silky globes, enjoying its musky smell and a little bit salty taste. Mare pressed her hooves on gently fondling the scrotum. After that she took off one of her scrunchies and put it on Hammerhead’s balls giggling at his grunts.
Meanwhile Buzzsaw took care of the shaft. She moved her hoof from the base to the tip and back until the first drip of precum showed up. With a lusty grin she slurped it up savoring so familiar watery and somewhat salty flavor. The tip started to flare a little as she wrapped her lips around it, stroking the whole length with her hooves, spreading her saliva mixed with precum all across it’s veiny texture. Buzzsaws’s tongue danced around stallion’s head, gently prodding it once in a while.
And Hacksaw just layed there, squirming with anticipation, unable to do anything about her loins aching with desire. Winking furiously, her marehood was soaking wet once again, even invitingly spreading apart a little.
“Gettin’ impatient, aren’t ya?” Buzzsaw snickered, popping flaring head from her mouth. With the last motion she slurped it in once again, trying to take in as much as possible, going all the way to the medial ring and back again, collecting all the precum on the way. It was quite a mouthful as she didn’t want to swallow yet, so she was barely able to speak. “You’re wet enough, you don’t need extra”
Buzzsaw gave her stallion encouraging nudge forcing him to step closer to Hacksaw. When flared tip pressed onto the entrance, the mare squinted her eyes in fear, squeaking a little. Her sister stroke her mane soothingly while the other gave a big smack on the Hammerhead’s butt. Stallion neighed, thrusting forward. As soon as Hacksaw opened her mouth in a scream of pain Buzzsaw pressed her lips on her, sealing the sound in a most bizzare kiss as she poured inside all the precum she was savouring from before.
Hacksaw nearly fainted from the overwhelming sensations. Her head was spinning from the smell and the taste in her mouth, the lips of her sister as Buzzsaw’s persistent tongue wrestled hers. The pain in her loins quickly fade away replaced by the most intense feeling she’d ever experienced. It felt like her whole body was penetrated, every inch, every bump, every part of veiny texture of stallions dick was sending waves of sheer bliss.
At the end of each thrust Hacksaw felt as it touched something deep inside of her. Every prod of that barrier resulted in uncontrollable deep moans. Young mare felt it so hot inside, burning with pleasure, lewd slurps sounding inside and outside. Her legs twitched uncontrollably as her whole body became more tense, stinging with delight. Little sparks of orgasm started to appear in Hacksaw’s mind as her marehood clamped onto her brothers dick. Wave after wave washed her over, again and again in an unending stream of ecstasy.
When Hacksaw thought it was over, Hammerhead suddenly fastened the pace ramming directly into her womb, fast and hard motions of a stallion pistoning his cock into his own sister. But he didn’t care. Her face with a grimace of pure bliss went unnoticed for him as he edged closer to his own orgasm. His stallionhood grew a little, it’s tip starting to flare drastically right inside the mare beneath him. Hammerhead’s grunts started to sound more like growling of a beast.
“Now!” commanded Buzzsaw and Crosscut ripped off scrunchie from Hammerhead’s scrotum, sending him over the edge.
With one final push he prodded the cervix and unleashed the stream of hot stallion jizz, spurting streams of cum over and over again, willing little mare to the brim. Hacksaw cried in ecstasy filling most powerful orgasm in her life. Her whole body felt like it exploded, every piece of it experiencing excruciating pleasure, mindblowingly devastating poor little mare, her belly swollen a little of all the stallion spunk inside it gurling as she twitched still penetrated by her brother.
Buzzsaw and Crosscut held her tightly, stroking her mane and caressing her belly, kissing her obscene face. Hammerhead’s dick shrunk down as he retreated from Hacksaw making an opening for gooish stream. The mixture of a stallion’s spunk and mare’s juices gushed out making Hacksaw even more of a mess of a pony.
“Somepony will need long and hot shower after this,” Buzzsaw smiled. “I call dibs on her rump!”
“Aaw, I wanted too,” saddened Crosscut, as she get back her scrunchie and formed a pigtail. “She’s just too sweet to miss!”
“You get yourself big guy,” Buzzsaw cut the conversation short. “He’ll surely need some help.”
Hammerhead collapsed on the floor near Hacksaw quickly falling asleep. The mare herself was already unconscious with the happiest smile on her face. Lying on her back in a puddle of bodily fluids, her legs spread wide open as gallops of white cream gushed out of her marehood.
“We’ll take care of all this later,” said Buzzsaw dipping her hoof right in her sisters pussy and giving it a lick. Humming with delight she laid down next to her quickly followed by Crosscut. In a matter of minutes all four of them were sleeping.
To the great discontent of Papa McColt who dropped by to check on his workers.