The Harmony Pub

In a quaint British town, where historic charm meets the occasional modern touch, The Harmony Pub stands as a local institution. It's the kind of place where the atmosphere buzzes softly with the energy of cordial relationships and shared histories. Mr. Casper North, a man of reserved demeanor with salt-and-pepper hair, sits at the bar, savoring a glass of single malt. A few stools away is Mr. Teddy Barrington, an affable chap with a mischievous twinkle in his eye and a handsome, if scruffy beard and mustache. They share the unspoken camaraderie of regulars who've occupied these same stools for years. The soft lighting illuminates the dark wood interior, casting a golden glow that makes everyone feel a bit more at ease. A vintage jukebox harmonizes the past with the present, its music blending effortlessly with the low murmur of conversations and clinking glasses. Tonight, a local musician takes to the small stage in the back, his acoustic guitar melodies adding another layer to the rich tapestry of sounds. In this convivial setting, Mr. North and Mr. Barrington find themselves bound by the simple, enduring pleasure of a well-spent evening.

The bell on the door tinkled, announcing a new arrival. A young woman, bundled in coats, sweaters, and scarves, stumbled in, shaking off the chill of the evening air. With golden blonde hair and a curvaceous figure, she immediately drew the gaze of the patrons. As she unwrapped herself from her layers, revealing a vibrant smile, she looked around and made her way to an empty booth near the back. Her round hips swayed in a long knit sweater dress covering a sheer pair of leggings.

Mr. North and Mr. Teddy Barrington exchanged glances, as if silently acknowledging that their little sanctuary had been graced by something or someone special. She ordered a hot toddy from the waiter, her voice a pleasant melody that seemed to blend effortlessly with the acoustic strains emanating from the stage.

The musician adjusted his strings and launched into a soulful ballad, one that seemed to capture the essence of longings and reunions, the very stuff that autumn nights at The Harmony Pub were made of. The young woman sipped her drink and closed her eyes for a moment, letting the music wash over her.

Both Casper and Teddy sensed that this evening had taken a subtle turn, imbued with a certain enchantment that neither could quite put their finger on. And so, as the notes continued to fill the air and the conversations carried on in hushed tones, everyone in the pub seemed to share in this unspoken sense of connection, grateful for the simple yet extraordinary joys that can be found in an unassuming corner of a quaint British town. Just as the musician strummed the final chords of his ballad, Mr. North cleared his throat and caught the eye of the barkeep. "William, would you be so kind as to offer the young lady another hot toddy, on our behalf? And perhaps extend an invitation for her to join us at the bar for a friendly chat?"

William, the seasoned barkeep who had been serving drinks at The Harmony Pub longer than most could remember, nodded and made his way over to the young woman's booth. He leaned in and spoke softly to her, pointing discreetly towards Mr. North and Mr. Barrington.

The young woman looked up, her eyes meeting the gazes of the two gentlemen at the bar. She smiled warmly and nodded to William before gathering her things and making her way over to the barstools.

"Good evening, gentlemen. I hear I have you to thank for the delightful refreshment," she said, her voice tinged with a subtle foreign accent.

"Indeed, my dear. Pleasure's all ours," replied Mr. Barrington, his eyes twinkling even more than usual. "Allow us to introduce ourselves. I'm Teddy Barrington, and this here is Casper North."

"Charmed," said Mr. North, raising his glass gently in a small toast. "May we know the name of the lady who has so graciously accepted our humble invitation?"

She took a seat and sipped her fresh hot toddy. "I'm Amelia. Amelia Fairweather. I'm new to town and thought this would be a good place to get to know the locals."

"And you've chosen wisely," said Mr. North. "The Harmony Pub is the heart of this community."

"As well as its soul," added Mr. Barrington, "filled with the tales, laughter, and yes, occasional tears."

Amelia laughed, her face lighting up with mirth. "That's an apt description! But it seems like there are plenty of stories to tell."

"There certainly are," agreed Mr. North. "You'll find that our patrons are quite... inventive." Amelia blushed, "Oh, I don't doubt it!" She glanced over at the two gentlemen. She asked, a curious and even naughty smile crept to her mouth, "And what sort of tales might you invent, Mr. North?"

Casper chuckled, "Well, you see, Teddy and I have a standing bet. We like to entertain young innocent things, like yourself, and then one of us take them home." He winked with what could've been amusement, or maybe something more. "Mr. Barrington took a fine bottle of Irish whiskey off of me, just last week."

Teddy retorted, "That rotgut?!? If that's fine, I'd hate to see what you call nasty." Amelia laughed again, "You're both terrible!" Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "But I love it!"

Casper and Teddy exchanged knowing glances. "Well, my dear," said Mr. Barrington, "We shall see about that!"

Amelia raised her glass, "To making new friends and unforgettable stories!"The trio clinked glasses, each feeling a sudden warmth that was not entirely from the alcohol. It was as if the walls of The Harmony Pub absorbed their laughter and mirth, adding it to the centuries-old collection of whispered secrets and shared joys.

"Alright, gentlemen," Amelia leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing playfully. "If you were to tell a story about tonight, what would it be? What would be the perfect tale for this setting?"

Teddy took a sip of his scotch, and began, "Well, my dear, this night is likely to be filled with ecstacy, long after the stars have tucked themselves in." Casper, finishing a long draught of his pint, continued, "Your ears are not the only things that may find pleasure in the moving of lips and the tumbling of tongues." Mr. Barrington leaned in as Amelia blushed deeply. Casper did the same. Teddy whispered, "But our tale from earlier isn't finished, you see. Because if both of us can take that young lass home..." Mr. North continued in her other ear, "We all win."

Amelia shivered as the two middle aged men spoke softly in either ear. Her face flushed a deep crimson. Maybe it was the hot toddies... no. She had always had a thing for older, more experienced guys, and now two "dirty old men" were making "not" indirect suggestions that she should come home with them. She quickly excused herself, "Gentlemen, I must take a quick powder. These drinks are trying to rush through me." Mr. Casper and Mr. North waved her on, and she tried desperately not to run to the loo. As she entered the stall, she lifted her knit dress to find her leggings already sporting a wet spot. The combination of the alcohol and her arousal made her feel dizzy.She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, catching her breath.

Were these men actually suggesting that she join them for a threesome? "Seasoned" men were so sexy, and now two were vying to bed her. The thought of wrapping her hands around multiple cocks, pumping them in unison, made her crotch even wetter. Her nipples were now hard and rubbing against the fabric of her silky black bra. She reached down to touch herself, but stopped short of her panties. It would be too obvious. And besides, there was a good chance that they'd still be waiting outside when she emerged. She slipped out of the stall and back into the bar, where she found the two men still at their table, staring at her with hungry eyes. She smiled shyly, and went to sit down.

"You seem a bit flustered, my dear," Mr. North spoke with honest concern. "Are you feeling well?" Amelia nodded and smiled again, "Yes, yes, I'm fine. Thank you." She felt like she might burst into tears. This was just too much. But then again, maybe this was what she wanted. A three- way. She was a little drunk, and she knew it. "Would you care to dance?" Mr. North asked. Amelia nodded, and he led her onto the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

His body was warm, and she could feel his erection pressing against her stomach. He kissed her neck and whispered, "I think we're going to have fun tonight." She giggled and looked up into his eyes. "But what of Mr. Barrington?" she asked coyly. "Ah. Teddy can come and enjoy himself too, if you're willing... that is." She blushed, and Mr. North's hand slid down her side, coming to rest on her ass. "Well, I don't know about that," she said, and he laughed.

"You are in complete control, my dear. No one will force anything on you," Casper responded as the slow rhythm of the song came to an end. From the aether, Teddy arrived beside them as the beat kicked uptempo, and he asked, "Would you be willing to continue dancing with an old codger?" Casper retreated to the bar to nurse his beer, and Amelia slid back into Teddy's arms as the tune ramped up. She ground back against him, feeling his tight bulge rub through his trousers and her skirt against her bum. She felt like a whore, and yet, she didn't want to stop. Mr. Barrington leaned in and whispered, "You are very beautiful, Amelia. Do you know that?" She blushed and nodded. "And you are quite naughty."

His pelvis continued to gyrate with the beat as Amelia began to dance back against him, rubbing her ass up and down his crotch, her hands flitting behind her to find his thigh, his hip, and then to brush his package. He groaned in her ear and she smiled, knowing that he was enjoying this as much as she was. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" he asked, and she nodded. He led her by the hand to the bar, "Casper, I believe the night may haveade this comfortable old place a bit too... restrictive. What say we escort this adorable lady from the premises?"Casper agreed, and called William over to settle the tab for the three of them.

They all left together, and Amelia found herself sitting in the backseat of the car, sandwiched between Mr. North and Teddy. The hack wasn't the most comfortable, but it would suffice. Teddy gave an address, and within minutes, they pulled up to an old brownstone. During the ride, hands had found there way up and down thighs, and having two men trying to hook into her knickers had Amelia's head swimming with lust. She felt like such a slut, and yet, she couldn't help but get turned on. Teddy opened the door, and guided her inside. He took her coat and hung it up, then led her upstairs.

Amelia followed Teddy up the stairs, feeling his eyes on her ass, and she felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter. As they reached the top, Teddy pushed open the door to the master bedroom. "Ah, Casper. Thank you for setting the mood," Mr. Barrington called to the other gentleman as he shook out a match. The room was cozily lit with candles, and it illuminated the surroundings. The bedroom was tastefully furnished with period pieces, and the classic four-poster King sized bed seemed as large as its own country. Amelia looked around the room, and saw a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket, and three glasses on the bedside table. "Why don't you pour us some champagne, Casper? We'll join you in a moment."

Teddy removed Amelia's coat and extra sweater and placed them carefully on the well upholstered armchair. The night had been chilly, but the events so far had her lifeblood coursing through her veins. The two men moved in beside her, and slowly wrapped their arms around her. Teddy placed his hands on her shoulders, and kissed gently at her neck. Casper slid his hands down her back, and lingered at her full, round bottom. He lifted her knit dress gently, and his fingers brushed around her hips, grazing lightly over the tops of her thighs. She shivered all over, the touch of lips and fingertips igniting passion and need in her soul. A desperate moan left her lips as Mr. North lifted her dress past Mr. Barrington, revealing the black silken panties and matching bra underneath.

"Sirs..." she groans, as they return to her skin. Teddy's beard bristled over her navel as Casper began to nibble at the crease between her bum and leg. "feels.... so... g...", she mumbled as they devoured her slowly. Their hands were everywhere at once, stroking and squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, and teasing her thighs. Her breathing became ragged, and she could feel her juices flowing down her legs. She felt Mr. North unclasp the damned device restraining her tits, and Mr. Barrington tugging at the skimpy cloth covering her sex. A wave of lust overcame her as Teddy began to nuzzle her blonde curls at the cleft of her thighs.

She grunted, "FUCK! Sirs...", leaving the shy facade behind. Mr. Barrington began to lap gently at the erect button just south of her well groomed landing strip. Mr. North ran his tongue down her spine, and held her hips with his hands as the rough surface found the valley of her cheeks. She gasped, "Oh, God!", and let out a long, low moan as Mr. North lapped at her buttocks. "Sir... please...." she begged, as he licked up and down the length of her crack. Mr. Barrington spread her legs apart with one hand, and ran his finger along her slit. She jumped slightly when his finger slipped inside her, and she whimpered softly.

Casper found her most dark place with his mouth, and began to lap at her rosebud, holding her shuddering body aloft by the hips as he laved at the sensitive pucker. Teddy had found a rhythm with his fingers, and matched it with his own tongue, circling Amelia's now screaming clitoris. She was writhing against the two men, and she felt her orgasm building. "Sir... please... FUCK!" She exploded. Her knees buckled and her weight was held aloft by the two men, one tongue fucking her ass while lifting her up by her bum, the other pulling her skyward with his fingers, curled against her g-spot, his tongue now scraping her firey swollen clit.

Her scream echoed off the walls, and she came again and again, as if her orgasm was never ending. Her pussy gushed, and her juices flowed from her cunt like lava. The two men continued to lick and suck at her, until she finally collapsed into their arms.

The men assisted her to the armchair, unconcerned of the wet spot she was likely to leave behind. Mr. North brought her glass of bubbly gold champagne to her, and both men stroked her hair lovingly as she sipped it, breath slowing, the pulse in her loins slowly abating.

"What a fiery one Miss Fairweather is," Mr. Barrington commented. "Yes, she's been very open and talkative, and even respectful," Mr. North agreed.

"But I think we should see how she reacts to a little more physical stimulation." Amelia nodded, still reeling from the intensity of her climax. She felt weak, but also refreshed.

The two men stood beside her chair, and she was ready for more. They had ignited something in her that she hadn't know existed. She set the glass beside her on the small end table, and reached up with both hands, one for each bulge extended toward her, each encased in impeccably pressed trousers.

She pulled them closer, and began to kiss and lick at the bulges, feeling the hardness beneath the fabric.

She tried to undo both belts at the same time, but the two assisted, unclasping, unzipping, and lowering their pants and undergarments. Two magnificent cocks sprung free. Mr. North's was long and slender, surrounded by manicured salt-and-peppered whisps. Mr. Barrington's was somewhat shorter, but what it lacked in length it made up for in girth. He, surprisingly, was clean shaven, not to match his scruffy, unkempt beard.

Amelia stared in awe, and began to stroke both cocks in her hands. Their firmness and fit was perfect. Mr. Barrington, Teddy, was circumcized, and his head was clearly visible as her hand moved surely back and forth. Casper, Mr. North, was not cut, and the glistening of precum was only visible on the downstroke.

"That's so nice, dear," Teddy cooed as his hips shifted slightly back and forth with the rhythm. "Too right, she's a natural," Mr. North confirmed. She kept the same stroke, fulfilling the fantasy her mind created not so long ago as she tried to compase herself in the ladies room at the pub.

Smiling down at her, Mr. Barrington said, through gentle grunts, "Turn about is fair play, my sweet." Amelia took the hint, and placed her mouth at the end of his staff, slowly pushing it between her lips. Her hand continued to pump his and Mr. North at the same pace. The rocking back and forth on the chair was erotic, and she felt herself dampen again.

"And don't forget Mr. North." Teddy reminded her. Her mouth slid off his cock with an audible pop as she switched sides and took the longer shaft of Casper into her mouth.

Mr. North's cock was thick, and she could feel the veins pulsing with each beat of her heart. She sucked him deep, and her tongue swirled around his head, teasing the underside of his cock.

Back and forth she moved her lips, first the thick rod, stretching her mouth to its limit, then the longer one, threatening to intrude her throat as she consumed its length.

She felt her own wetness begin to seep out onto her thighs. Mr. North moaned, and Amelia knew he was close to release.

Feeling his need to release, she concentrated on his long, slender prick, increasing the suction her lips applied to the head. Her hands began to wank both men more rapidly as she pulled hard at Casper's cock with her mouth.

It was salty, and bitter, and she swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with the flow.

As she did, she felt Casper's orgasmic spasms against her lips. She continued to suck until Mr. North's softening member slipped from her mouth.Mr. Barrington took over, and she eagerly resumed sucking him.

His breathing became ragged, and she felt his body tense. "Oh fuck, here it comes!" He groaned, and she felt the first hot jet of cum hit the back of her throat.

She closed her eyes, and savored the taste, swallowing quickly. Again, she felt the second blast of cum hit her tongue. This time, she opened her mouth to catch it all.

She could feel the warmth of his sperm coating her tongue, and she let it slide down her throat. Mr. Barrington's orgasm subsided, and she let his cock slip from her mouth. "Good girl," Mr. North complimented.

As the last drop of their essence slipped down her throat, Amelia felt an immediate, almost electric, change. It was as though her senses had been dialed up to an intensity she had never known. Colors around her seemed to pulse with life, sounds resonated like rich music, even the air felt new and exhilarating against her skin.

Amelia looked at Teddy and Casper, her eyes alight with a fire that had been kindled. The two men exchanged a subtle, gratified glance. The room was thick with a palpable energy, as though the very air recognized that a seismic shift had occurred.

Amelia smiled at them, and they returned the gesture. She rose from her seat, and approached the table.

She poured another glass of champagne, and brought it with her as she swayed back beside them, her hips rising sexually, her breasts bare and beautiful. She stood between them, then motioned for them to bend down to her bosom.

She took a sip from her glass, and then poured it slowly down her front. Rivulets of bubbly liquid flowed down her neck, around and over her navel, and toward her now, once again, aching snatch. The men leaned in and drank from the tiny streams, licking flesh like it was ice cream. Amelia cooed.

When the last drop was poured, she looked down to find that both Mr. Barrington and Mr. North were once again rigid, their previously flagging erections now once again aloft, like rigid steel spikes. "Frisky old men. Surprising," she said as she reached down to once again hold them within her grasp.