The Panty Thieves

THE ONLY THING he left her was his gun. That and the big lonely
house.

Six months earlier Kim’s husband divorced her for a woman half
her age. And just like that twenty years of marriage was swept away,
like dust in the wind.

And she was lonely. Terribly lonely. Night after night she spent in
that big old house, wishing there was someone to share it with.
Anyone.

Of course, she tried dating. But it seemed that the only guys
interested in a 45-year-old divorcée—even an attractive
one—were losers. Some were even worse than losers.

And she could never bring herself to sleep with any of them.

So, she quickly became frustrated. So frustrated that she began
fingering herself to sleep at night. And when this didn’t
satisfy her, she tried vibrators and dildos. But they were like
sweeteners in comparison with the real thing. She craved a man—to
such an extent that all her dreams were about sex.

Then, one evening, in the midst of one of these dreams—a dream
in which some faceless hunk was just pummeling her mercilessly—she
awoke, to a sound.

At first, she thought it was nothing. She thought it was just one of
the many sounds the old house made. But then she heard it.

The footsteps.

And the talking.

And so, she got up and reached inside her nearby dresser. And pulled
out her ex-husband’s gun. And, with a trembling hand, ventured
out into the hallway wearing only a nightgown.

It was too dark to see anything, but as she inched her way toward the
light switch, she heard the footsteps rising toward her.

“I don’t like this,” came a male voice. A young
one. One that was obviously from out-of-state.

“In and out, dude,” replied another voice, equally young
and equally out-of-state. “In and out.”

“What if we get caught?”

“We won’t get caught.”

They soon came to the top of the stairs. And Kim turned on the light.

“Freeze!” she howled at the two boys in front of her,
pointing the gun at them. “Put your hands up!”

They obeyed. And while she was frightened, she wasn’t nearly as
frightened as they were. They were shaking all over.

“I thought you said no one was home,” cried one of the
boys—a handsome guy of nineteen or twenty, who had dirty blond
hair and was just a little taller than Kim.

“Her car was gone,” yelped the other, who was about the
same age and height, but with chestnut hair, and was even handsomer.

“It’s in the shop,” uttered Kim.

“What?” the chestnut boy uttered back.

“My car is in the shop,” Kim told him.

“That’s just great,” spoke the blond. “Just
fucking great.”

“Have you boys ever heard of the Castle Doctrine?” she
asked.

They both shook their heads nervously in reply.

“Well, it’s the law in this state,” she told them.
“And it allows me to shoot and kill anyone who breaks into my
home, no questions asked.”

“Please don’t shoot us!” begged the blond.
“Please!”

“We didn’t mean anything!” cried the chestnut.

“What do you mean, you didn’t mean anything!” she
hollered.

“It was just a fraternity prank!”

“A fraternity prank?”

“Yeah. We go to Tyson College down the road a ways. And we’re
pledging Omega Alpha. And, you see, as part of the initiation, we had
to collect panties from a . . .”

“A what?”

“A MILF.”

“A MILF? What the hell is a MILF.”

“It’s an acronym.”

“An acronym for what?”

The two boys turned to each other warily.

Kim cocked the trigger and demanded, “Tell me now. Tell me now
or I’ll shoot.”

“Mother I’d Like to Fuck!” screamed the chestnut
boy.

“What?” gasped Kim, her mouth agape.

“That’s what it means.”

“But . . . I’m not a mother,” she blurted
out in shock.

“It doesn’t matter. It just means an older woman who’s
. . . you know, hot.”

“Hot?”

“Sexy.”

“I know what it means. You, you really think I’m hot?”

“Everyone in our fraternity thinks so. We see you shopping all
the time.”

Kim didn’t know what to think about this. Part of her was
horrified by these boys—and especially horrified by why they
were there. But the other part was incredibly turned on. Never could
she have imagined guys half her age could be attracted to her,
especially guys so good-looking. And, without realizing it, she
started stroking her curly red hair.

Eventually, though, she started to doubt whether they really were
attracted to her, or whether they were just saying so to save
themselves. “I don’t believe it,” she told them,
waving her gun.

“It’s true!” the blond pleaded.

“Prove it,” she said.

“How?”

“Take off your pants,” she ordered, though she couldn’t
believe she really had. And she was just about to take it back when
the two boys turned to each other fearfully.

This angered her. For it questioned her authority.

“I said,” she cried, “take off your pants! Or I’ll
shoot!”

They quickly obeyed, revealing two large but flaccid members.

“You don’t seem too excited,” she said, shaking her
head in disappointment.

“We’re too scared!” shouted the chestnut boy.

Moments later, with her free hand, she undid a few buttons of her
gown, partially exposing her breasts, which she massaged while
licking her lips. “Am I hot?” she cooed. “Am I
fucking hot?”

Both their erections quickly sprang to life, as if on her command.
Two massive erections. And she felt herself getting wet. And soon
started rubbing herself, causing her gown to become moist.

She wanted them. She wanted them so bad.

But not by force.

“I’m gonna give you boys a choice,” she told them.

“A choice?” asked the blond.

“Yes, you can pull up your pants and walk out of here, and
that’ll be the end of it.”

“Or?” asked the chestnut.

She slowly lowered the trigger of the gun and fastened the safety;
and after gently putting the weapon on the floor, removed her gown,
fully revealing her large and hard nipples, and her supple body,
which she caressed with her hands.

“Well?” she softly spoke.

The boys didn’t move.

She smiled at this and headed toward them, and could see them
tremble—tremble even more than when she first pointed the gun
at them. And this made her feel so good, so strong. It made her feel
powerful and young again.

Then, when she finally got in front of them, she fell to her knees
and began stroking their erections, which were already wet. And
seconds later, she took the blond boy in her mouth, while continuing
to stroke the other.

“Oh, God!” he muttered.

She took it out and whispered to him, “You like having your
cock sucked?”

“I . . .” he uttered, his face red.

Suddenly she smiled, and said, “This is your first time, isn’t
it?”

“I . . .”

“Isn’t it?”

He nodded.

“You’ve never even fucked a girl, have you?”

He hesitantly nodded.

“Oh, I’m gonna be so good to you, son. You’ll never
forget me.” She then turned to the chestnut boy and barked,
“What about you? Have you ever had your cock sucked?”

“Just a couple of times.”

“Just a couple,” she repeated, and then took his erection
into her mouth, and started gagging on it.

“But never like this!” he cried. “Shit! It’s
so good!”

She soon took it out, and while stroking it, put the blond back in
her mouth. And before long, she felt his member start to quiver.

Immediately she took it out and looked up into his blue eyes. “You’re
first,” she said. “Lie down.”

He took off his shirt and stretched out onto the floor. And she
straddled his hips, and then gently pushed him inside her.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” she whined as his thickness split her
open. “It’s been so long,” she added. “You
don’t know how good this feels.”

“Oh, yes,” he gasped, with his head convulsing and his
hands clutching her breasts. “It feels so good. I can’t
believe how good it feels.”

“Just wait, baby. Just wait.”

Soon she started moving. Slowly at first. Slowly she moved up and
down, and then suddenly she remembered the other boy, who was
stroking himself while watching them.

She quickly removed his hand and put his erection in her mouth, and
he started shaking.

“I think I’m gonna come!” screamed the blond boy
under her.

Kim jumped off him and squeezed his member just below the head. “Only
come a little,” she murmured. “A drop.”

Soon, a little white spurted out.

“That’s it,” she told him. “That’s it.
Now, hold in the rest.”

He held his breath and grimaced awhile, but finally took a deep
breath.

“All right?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Good. ’Cause we have a long night ahead of us.”

She then turned to the chestnut boy and whispered, “It’s
your turn.”

He smiled and took off his shirt, and, after she fell back onto the
floor and raised her legs, he mounted her.

The chestnut boy was no more than a fraction bigger than the blond,
but because he knew what he was doing he felt much larger inside her.
And it only took a few minutes of his incessant pounding for her
orgasm to begin.

“Oh, mmmmmyyyy!” she cried out, her breasts shaking
wildly in his face.

He leaned down and took her entire right nipple into his mouth. And
then her left one.

“Yes!” she hollered, grasping his ears. “Keep
fucking me!”

As he continued to piston inside her, she started coming again.

In reply, he paused for just a moment.

Then, when her orgasm finally subsided, he started again. He started
plowing himself into her, over and over, rapidly approaching the
point of no return.

“Do you want me to come in you?” he asked.

“No!” she yelled, gasping for breath, before pushing him
off her. “Not yet.”

Once again, she started stroking their erections, which were now both
wet and sticky.

“Oh, I wish I could fuck both of you at once,” she cooed.

“You can,” the chestnut boy replied, with a devious
smile.

“What do you mean?”

“We could DP you.”

“DP me? Speak English, son. Speak English.”

“Double penetration. One of us in your pussy; the other in your
ass.”

She shook her head, remembering the few times she had it back there,
and uttered, “Sorry. I don’t like anal.”

“But it’s much different than anal. It feels much
better.”

“Is that so? So, you’ve had two dicks inside you?”

“I’ve heard it’s different.”

“You’ve heard.”

“Please,” he begged.

And suddenly she recalled how he was half her age—how he was
young enough to be her son. And his plea kicked in some maternal
instinct inside her—the instinct to please.

But still . . .

“I don’t know,” she uttered.

“We’ll do it slow,” he insisted. And if you don’t
like it, we’ll stop. Promise.”

“All right. But not here.”

She stood up, and, dragging them by their manhood, led them into her
bedroom. And then turned to the chestnut boy and said, “Okay,
since you’re such an expert at this, what do we do?”

He told the blond boy to lie on the bed. And then told Kim to mount
him, face-to-face.

She got on the bed and once again grabbed the boy’s erection,
and once again guided it inside her. And once again moved up and down
upon it.

And once again it felt good. But this goodness was overridden by
fear. The fear of what was coming from behind.

Soon, it was waiting, just at her entrance. And then the boy, after
grabbing hold of her hips, began pushing himself inside.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried out in pain. “It hurts.
It’s too big.”

But he kept pushing, and before long had it mostly in.

And then he started bucking, wildly and frantically.

“It hurts!” she screamed.

But still he kept plowing himself into her.

Finally, she had had enough. She turned back and pushed him hard,
knocking him onto the floor.

“What?” he cried.

“I told you I don’t like it!”

“But—”

“—Tell me, how would you like to have something big
shoved up your ass?”

“All right,” he replied defensively, with his hands in
front of him.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she told him sweetly. “I
know it feels good, honey. But it hurts me. It really hurts.”

“You know, there’s another way we could do this.”

“Another way?”

“We could both fit inside . . .”

“Inside where?”

“Your pussy.”

“It’s not possible.”

“It is. Think about it. Think about what every baby does.”

She did, and the thought scared her almost as much as the idea of
anal. “I don’t know,” she whispered.

He stood up and said, “Turn around.”

She hesitantly complied.

“Now, put him back inside you.”

She grabbed a hold of the blond boy’s erection and impaled him,
and watched as the chestnut boy approached, stroking himself as he
did.

“It won’t fit,” she uttered, shaking her head while
slowly bouncing on top of the blond.

“It will.”

He climbed on top of her, and with all their legs entwined, pushed
himself slowly inside her, grinding his own member on top of his
friend’s.

“Oh, shit!” the blond howled, desperately clutching her
breasts.

As for Kim, she started mumbling while shaking uncontrollably, her
whole body feeling torn apart.

Soon sweat soaked her eyes and blinded them.

And then the chestnut boy started moving.

In and out.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried.

He couldn’t tell if she were crying in pain or pleasure, but
regardless couldn’t stop. And he knew nothing—not even a
freight train—was going to push him off her this time.

“This is so unbelievable!” he hollered.

He then grabbed the blond boy’s shoulders and started driving
himself into them.

Them.

Because he wasn’t just fucking her, he was fucking his friend,
too. All three of them were one. One body. One flesh. One life.

Soon, she started coming.

It was like no orgasm she had ever experienced. Her whole body was on
fire, and she had no control over her arms and legs and head. And she
howled like some wild beast.

“Come!” she screamed afterward. “Come in me now!”

Seconds later, she felt it. She felt both their members jerking at
the same time, soaking her womb with their warmth—their life
affirming warmth.

Over and over they spewed into her, causing her to stop breathing for
a second. And for just a moment she thought she was going to die.

But finally she calmed down. And she looked into the sweat drenched
face of the chestnut boy, who looked only half alive.

He started to pull out of her, but she grabbed his butt and shoved
him back inside her.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Please don’t
leave.”

In reply, he leaned over and kissed her, for the first time. It was a
gentle and sweet kiss. The nicest kiss she ever had.

And then she tumbled over onto the bed, still sandwiched between the
two boys, who kissed her and caressed her all night long. And who
forgot all about the panties.

THE FOLLOWING WEEK, the two boys, after quitting their fraternity,
moved into the big old house. The big old house that would never
again be lonely.

She even got rid of the gun.

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