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Slowly, ever so slowly, she brings her
fingers down between her legs and whirls them around on her rock
hard clit. I can just see it through the fabric of her panties. It
makes me lick my lips and tense my jaw. Joe cries out again as his
dick jerks firmly.

“
Yes, yes, you boys find
me sexy, don't you? An old woman like me turns you on?”

“
Yes, Ma'am, you do,” we
reply.

Her little pink tongue slips from her full
lips and coats her raised finger tips before sliding back into her
mouth.

Those fingers are pressed to her pussy under
the material of her panties. She rubs her wet saliva all over the
hairless area before reaching behind her back with one hand and
taking the rear of her leather g-string in hand while the other
pulls on the front.

“
Watch closely, boys. I
want you to see this very clearly.”

Sawing back and forward with the material,
Mrs. Thompson runs the slick fabric over her wet pussy lips. I
nearly step forward – something that would obtain punishment like
you wouldn't believe – but manage to control myself. My legs quiver
with the agony of my erection as it rises higher and higher under
the resistance forced upon it.

“
Good boys. You are really
growing nice and long now.”

Letting go of her panties, she leans
forward, flashing us her nipples as she does, and taps the large
weights connected to the tips of our penises.

“
Ahhh!” I
whine.

The others cry out too. We stand there as
she knocks the weights over and over, each time causing us pain and
pleasure with every touch.

“
Filthy young men,” she
murmurs, “And none more filthy than you, number 2.”

Brad's back stiffens and a long silence
follows. Mrs. Thompson stands and clacks over to him. Her hips work
left to right in great swings. I swear she's going to hit him, but
instead she takes his jaw in her fingers and stares up into his
eyes.

“
Are you a bad boy, number
2?”

“
I'm sorry,” Brad mutters.
“They made me do it.”

“
They
made you?” she whispers. “A few friends
made
you break what you swore you
wouldn't?”

“
I didn't fuck her. I took
her straight home. She wanted to do it but I said no.”

“
Yet, Bradley, you are a
single man?” our mistress purrs. “You can fuck a girl, can't you?
Did you ever consider how your rejection might hurt her? How it
affected her self-esteem?”

Her eyes travel over us.
My head tells me one thing and I agree wholeheartedly with
it:
We are totally fucked.

Those eyes stop on mine and hold them. I am
quick to look away lest she think I'm trying to be assertive with
her, which is something that she hates.

“
That poor, poor girl, she
got up the courage to make a move on you and you turned her down,
didn't you, Bradley?”

The young man gulps, opens his mouth, can't
produce words, and finally settles on a single nod.

“
Number 2, get down on
your knees, place your hands forward and your head on the
floor.”

Brad slowly lowers himself to the wooden
floor.

“
I see at least some
things are correct.”

She reaches down and yanks out the small
plug in Brad's butt. Liquids pour out, but she doesn't make any of
us lick them up this time.

“
Nice and clean. That's
how I like it.”

The woman squats down in her thigh high
boots and leather vest and panties and sits her wide buttocks down
on Brad's back. The man quivers as she runs her fingers up and down
his scrotum and up to his asshole.

“
Because you didn't fuck
her – and you don't understand properly how you hurt her feelings –
I'm going to take three fingers and I'm going to fuck you with
them.”

I breathe for the first time in awhile. Mrs.
Thompson is only going to use her fingers and only three this time.
It could have gone far worse for Brad than this.

Her fingers slowly caress his buttocks.
Around and around with the fingernails digging in. I stand there
enraptured as I always do as my friend takes his punishment. It
wasn't always like this for me. I was once quite shy about watching
another man have sex with a woman in front of me. Now it's so
normal that I can barely think of any other way. I don't even get
anxious that it will be my turn soon.

Two fingers dig in first. I gulp and try not
to 'feel' what is going on in there. Beside me Joe is in the same
predicament.

In, out, in, out.

I shuffle left then right. My ass is
clenching. Inside I feel her fingers touching my warm spot. I want
to cum, but I know she won't take me there. It would be an accident
if I did cum and there are very rarely accidents in Mrs. Thompson's
dining room.

Her other hand comes lower. The woman comes
down on Brad's side and reaches between his legs to squeeze his
balls. I can hear him whimpering and moaning. It must feel so good
to be treated like that... I wish I was on the floor and being
punished.

Coming down further, the woman puts her
tongue to the upper side of our friend's asshole and starts licking
around the upper half. Two fingers have become three and those
balls are being palmed back and forth in long strokes that must
feel exquisite. Our mistress has herself positioned so that we
can't miss a thing. It is thrilling to watch.

“
Ahhhhhhh!!!”

Brad cums all over the floor and falls
forward on his face. I am surprised, as is Joe. She never lets us
cum until the very end. Today, being the last, must be special.

“
Come here, number 1 and
3.”

We follow her to the big wooden table and
wait at attention.

“
Take off the
weights.”

As soon as the words are out of her mouth, I
am fumbling with mine. When it comes free, my knees give way and I
have to drag myself up from the floor to stand again.

“
Stand up
straight!”

The ruler she is holding whacks down on my
behind. I leap up in the air a little then come down on my
toes.

“
Straight, I said. Are you
listening?”

“
Yes, Ma'am.”

My mistress places the ruler to my dick and
nods her head in pleasure.

“
A good inch since two
weeks ago. That puts you at 9 inches. That's quite a dick you have
now.”

Her eyes turn to Joe.

“
Straight,” she
warns.

The young, tall man pulls himself up as
straight as he can and waits.

“
8 and a half. A little
more time and you'll be big like number 3.” She strokes it and his
eyes roll back in his head. “I'm sure you can make 10. You have the
potential.”

Turning on a heel, she points to the
table.

“
Number 3.
Bottom.”

I quickly lie down on the table and sit
still with my dick as hard as ever and fire pumping through my
veins. Finally I'm going to get to fuck the woman. She's been
holding out and now the moment of my pleasure is here.

“
Number 2. On your
feet!”

Brad stumbles up and tries his best to get
over to the table. His dick is still hard.

“
We will measure you
later,” she promises.

He nods and our mistress gives us our
instructions. When she is finished, I am not the only one to
protest.

“
But it will tear you!” I
say. “No woman could do that.”

“
Do you dare deny
me?”

“
No, Ma'am.”

“
Good. Then lie there and
shut up.”

She gets on top of me and sits on my cock. I
reach around and place it to the cusp of her asshole before sliding
it in. This area is loose as one can get, but still feels quite
nice clenching my dick.

Next, Brad brings his cock to her butt hole,
leaning in from the left, and slowly inserts his cock.

Finally, to make this truly kinky beyond
belief, Joe steps up to the plate and pushes his cock in from the
right. All those stretching exercises for our dicks are starting to
make sense now.

We lie there unbelieving in the fact that
our three dicks are in the one hole. If any of us were under 7
inches or less this wouldn't happen. Joe barely has his in half
mast and Brad is not all the way in. It is I that leads the
way.

“
Hahhhhh!” she
whines.

I bounce in and out and keep the time. The
others push in and out and get a good timing of their own going.
Three men in one little woman's hole. Her screaming. Us pounding.
Three men doing what few will ever do.

“
Shit,” I whisper. “I
can't believe this.”

None of us can. Joe is the first to loose
his load. It's sticky and wet on my dick. He slops out when his
dick loses firmness and is rewarded by the mistress with a loud
cleaning that makes me feel like I've grown an inch inside of her
by its end.

“
Take my pussy, number
2.”

Brad pulls out of the hole and suddenly I
feel lonely. It was tighter before, but now it's very loose.

As if understanding my problem, Mrs.
Thompson pulls me out and draws me to the side to jerk on as Brad
does his work. I'm soon joined by Joe, who manages to come back in
quickly, and we both get up on the table to worship her lips with
both of our dicks finding the rough ends of her wisdom teeth with
how vigorously and deeply we insert.

All throughout, she holds our shafts in
either hand and jerks on them. Her grip is tight and her aim clear.
I cum down her throat in a great welling load that wells up and
pours from her lips. Joe takes her head and slams his cock inward
to make sure every little bit is swallowed.

“
Hooo!”

Brad's eyes are wide. He cums hard and I
take his place with my semi-hard piece to enjoy the slickness of
her pussy.

“
Harder, number 3.
Harder!”

As the mistress
wishes!
I cry in my mind. The table begins
to shake with how hard I'm pushing things. One of the chairs falls
to the floor and the floor starts to grind as the heavy wood gives
to my attentions.

Finally, I cum again and fill her up.

Joe takes my place and does his bit.

When it's all said and done, we stand
slumped at attention with our eyes on the clock. I want more – so
much so that I'm near the point where I would take it without her
command – but there is no time. Only 1 minute left.

“
Boys,” she murmurs from
her back on the table where cum is running down her cheeks and out
of her pussy. “Do you want more?”

“
Yes, Ma'am,” we say
earnestly.

Her hands grasp at some papers I didn't
notice before. There are also three cheap ballpoint pens.

“
You know what these
are?”

I gulp and nod.

“
All you have to do is
sign them. I've even added that you should obtain girlfriends to
provide cover for our little fun into the contract
renewal.”

“
Girlfriends?” I
ask.

“
You must make sacrifices
sometimes. It would be bad for people to talk about you three
visiting so often without some women in your lives.”

I sigh. All I want is her. Sometimes I wish
she'd recognize that.

The pen is in my hand before I even have
time to think. Just like the first time I sign quickly and throw
down the pen. Joe and Brad are right beside me.

“
What would you have us do
now, Ma'am?”

She chuckles in that evil way she does when
the woman has something truly horrific in mind.

“
Lick me
clean.”

And that is why older women are the best.
They love to fuck and, ohhhh, the creativity of that fucking. They
are truly God's gift to all men everywhere.

Horny Rainy Days

(M/F: Erotica Humor, Big Breasts, Naughty
Customer, Oral)

When it rains, I feel horny. It's not
regular horny, but CRAZY horny. Today I told a little naughty lie.
I have a stud muffin coming straight to my door. He doesn't know
it, but I'm quite keen to suck the caramel out of this gorgeous
muffin. Swallowed and enjoyed.

Dedicated to everytone that think rainy days
are sexy days too.

I've always been crazy horny on rainy days.
Today more than usual.

The gentle spreading warmth of the caramel
muffins I just purchased at a discount sit comfortably under my
left arm as, outside, rain streaks down from the sky like
transparent missiles sent from space, battering the weary pavement
and the even wearier evening commuters foolish enough to transverse
its slippery, glossy surface in the middle of the biggest storms
this rainy season.

“Your coffee.”

I flutter my eye lashes at him. I swear that
I didn't mean to.

“Thanks. You getting off soon, Jack?”

He smirks. “About an hour from now.”

“That must be nice. I'm mid-book.”

“Still at it?”

“Writing. Writing. You know me.” I suck in a
tiny breath and pray that this isn't going to get me banned from my
favorite muffin store forever. “If you like, um, would you, ah,
mind bringing over a few caramel muffins on your way home? It's too
wet outside to be prancing about in this weather.”

His crisp blue eyes meet mine firmly. Maybe
2 years ago, I don't remember so well, on a VERY drunken evening
out with the girls, on a night when it was raining cats and dogs,
much like today, I snogged the coffee boy when he was really
nothing more than a boy.