Erica's Masterpiece

It was a mild June afternoon in the quaint little village of Great Tyteslove, and a cool breeze was blowing through the yard around the back of the Cock & Ass Tavern.

Jake and Paul, a pair of broad-shouldered young men who picked up cash-in-hand work around the village, were lifting barrels down from the yard into the cellar while the landlady Erica watched on, swigging occasionally from a pint of cider.

Erica was what you would term a curvaceous lady in her late forties, well-endowed with a pair of huge boobs and a sizable arse to match. She had short, curly blonde hair and full lips that were accentuated by the rather crass shade of lipstick she was wearing. She was dressed, as she usually was, in a pair of black leggings and a plain t-shirt. Erica didn't believe in advertising the goods when you intended to give them away.

"That's fine work you're doin' there, lads." Erica said, swigging from her cider and letting out a soft belch.

Paul exchanged an exasperated look with Jake as he passed him the last barrel, then shook his head.

"Would've got done a lot quicker if you'd lent us a hand rather than just sitting there getting pissed, lass." Grumbled Paul, taking a moment to mop his brow with the back of his hand.

"Well, I think you two managed perfectly well on your own." She responded. "Besides, I ain't drinking this to get sloshed, I'm drinking cos I need a belly full of bubbles for something."

Erica downed the rest of her drink and put the pint glass down on the bench beside her before standing up and walking over to the boys, her hands on her considerable hips.

"Anyway, I'm paying you well over what you'd normally get for this sort of work, ain't I?" She enquired as Jake climbed up out of the cellar.

"Aye, but not many others make the same...requests as you do before we get started, Erica." Jake said, looking over at Paul.

"Oh come on now, lads." Erica laughed, putting an arm around each of them. "It was only a week I asked you to hold off spunking for! It can't have been that hard, can it?"

"It has been." Said Paul. Looking her square in the eyes. "Very hard. Night and day. Could barely pull my bloody trousers on this morning I was that rigid."

Erica lowered her arms from their shoulders and turned to face them both, gripping them by the belts and dragging them towards the back door to the pub.

"Well, how about we head up to my flat and finish off this last little job I've got for you boys, and we'll see if you've got the same issues after that, eh?" Erica cooed, biting her lower lip and giving the boys a cheeky wink.

The three of them stepped through the bar and ascended the rickety flight of stairs that lead to the small flat above the pub, Erica busting open the door with a thrust of her thick hip as she dragged Jake and Paul in after her.

They stood in her living room, where her moth-eaten sofa was facing a stand on which Erica's television sat. However, obscuring the TV was a huge portrait in an ornate picture frame, standing nearly 5 foot tall.

The boys recognised the stern features captured in that picture immediately as those of Agatha, the proprietor of The Blue Bells, the only other pub in the village.

It was no secret that Erica and Agatha had a long-running rivalry. Erica's habit of engaging in sexual exploits with anything possessing a set of knackers in a 30 mile radius of her tavern was well-known, and indeed was the main attraction of drinking in her establishment. Agatha, on the other hand, was a prudish old mare who looked down on any such sordidness, in or outside of her inn. She was disgusted with the lewd and brash way Erica conducted herself, and Erica in turn couldn't abide Agatha for being such a stuck-up, frigid old witch.

"Admiring my new acquisition, boys?" Erica said, pointing at the portrait that dominated the room. "Had a friend of mine nick that from above the mantelpiece in The Blue Balls only last night."

Erica always mockingly referred to The Blue Bells Inn as 'The Blue Balls', pitying all the men who drank in there when the could be downing pints in the Cock and Ass tavern while they got their knobs polished by the most talented strumpet in Great Tyteslove.

She studied the features of the portrait, the way it captured Agatha's stern, matronly features and the furrowed lines of her brow, making her look older than she should in her mid fifties.

"I'm planning on returning it this evening." Erica said, sidling over to the picture and holding it out in front of her. "After we've made a few improvements to it, of course."

Erica stepped behind the painting and peeled off her top, dropping it in front of the portrait and leaving her naked from the waist up, though the boys could only see her head and shoulders behind the picture frame.

"Now how about we play a little game of I show you mine, you show me yours?" Erica suggested with a filthy grin. "You first Paul, lad. Whip your top off."

With the prospect of relief for his swollen bollocks on the horizon, Paul quickly obliged and peeled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his broad, hairy chest. Erica's eyes twinkled and she smiled at him, reciprocating by swinging her hefty left tit over the frame to dangle above Agatha's face.

She turned to Jake and raised her eyebrows, goading the young man into stripping as well. He too removed his top, and Erica flopped her right boob over the picture to join its sister with a fleshy smack.

"Very nice, Jakey, very nice." Erica said encouragingly. "Now, lose the trousers."

Jake unfastened his belt and stepped out of his dusty jeans, leaving him standing in his boxers sporting a very large tent bulging out of the front. Erica groaned lustily as she studied it, then held the picture in place with her knockers as she bent to peel off her leggings, depositing them in front of the portrait next to her top.

"Now yours, big boy." Erica said, turning to Paul with uncontrolled glee.

Paul pulled down his sweatpants to reveal his tight boxer-briefs, his turgid manhood trapped against right thigh and nearly poking out the bottom of the garments. Erica licked her lips, then neatly shimmied out of her knickers and tossed them over the picture.

"Afraid that's all I've got, boys." Erica said with a shrug. "Guess we'll have to do the rest the old-fashioned way."

She slowly strutted out from behind the painting, revealing her shapely hips and neatly trimmed bush. She walked over to Jake and Paul, fell to her knees in front of them and grabbed both their boxers by the waistband, pulling them in close to her. The boys were now hip to hip with each other, their swollen packages only a few tantalising inches from Erica's face.

"Let's see if you boys have kept your word then." Erica said, slowly pulling down their underwear and causing their raging Hard-ons to spring forth.

Their moist, swollen bell-ends poking out from strained and veiny foreskins told a tale of their frustrated forced abstinence. Erica slowly admired both boners from every angle, a low, satisfied purr escaping her lips. She firmly cupped a pendulous nutsack in each of her palms, feeling the heft and the heat of them.

"Oh yeah, lads." She said in satisfied tones. "There's no doubting that these are the fully-loaded spunk-tanks I'd been hoping for."

She grabbed each man by the base of the cock and dragged them apart to create a space between them, standing up and turning around to fill it. She immediately grabbed their stiffies and started to jerk them off with the speed and intensity of a chronic wanker. Both men started groaning, their legs almost giving way with the suddenness of the sensation.

"I'm gonna milk such fat loads of ball-juice out of you two." Erica said through gritted teeth as she continued to mercilessly whack away at their dongs, her knuckles bashing off their bollocks on each rapid downstroke.

Jake made a small growl in the back of his throat as a huge glob of precum dribbled from his piss-slit and dangled from the end of his knob.

"Yeah boys, just like that!" Cheered Erica, as she gave Jake's prick a tight squeeze from base to head, coaxing up more fluid until the dangling strand became so heavy it finally broke and splattered on the floor.

"Nice and slimy, let's get these knobs nice and slimy." Erica said as Paul started producing his own batch of cock-lube.

Erica walked forward while continuing to wank off the man either side of her, until the three of them were standing inches away from the portrait.

"Let's show this uptight bitch what she's missing out on, fellas." Erica said, adjusting her grip on each man's rod.

She started to smear their cocks back and forth across the picture, like an artist painting with two chunky brushes. She smeared precum up and down the bridge of Agatha's nose and across her lips, slapping the cock-sweat from the greased up shafts all over her face. Swirling arcs of dick-slime shone in the light as Erica worked the boys tools up and down on the canvas

"Let's not forget about the balls, boys." Erica said, squeezing their scrotums in a ring between thumb and forefinger, then proceeding to teabag the painting repeatedly.

She worked furiously until the portrait was covered in a crosshatch of precum and sweat, and both boys were gasping with the exertion. And the sheer nastiness of the defilement

"Oh hell, why should this old cow have all the fun?" Erica exclaimed, turning to face the boys and dropping to her knees.

She grabbed each cock by the root and proceeded to smack herself hard in the face with them, a fresh shower of slime being sent up with each impact.

"C'mon lads, cockslap the fuck out of my dirty whore face!" Erica said as she continued to pound their bell-ends against her forehead. "Bully me with your big, nasty dongs!"

She scrubbed their wangs back and forth across her face, causing their exposed heads to clash against each other. With their nutsacks resting on her chin, she smacked and smeared herself until every inch of her face was imbued with their stench.

She then focused on dragging her nose along the length of the veiny shafts, inhaling deeply and purring in filthy contentment. She sniffed along the top and the bottom, making sure to pay special attention to the dank area where the base of their knobs connected to their musky scrotums.

"Oh gaaaawwwd...I love the stink of a freshly wanked cock." Erica said, as she buried her nostrils into the head of Paul's baggy foreskin and gave a vulgar snort.

She pulled away, dragging a thread of precum that connected from Paul's dick to her nose, until she squeezed the tip of Jake's pecker against her nostrils and inhaled heavily. When she removed his dick, the boys had a string of precum connecting their swollen pricks, causing Erica to giggle before lapping it up with her outstretched tongue.

Erica gave a contented sigh, then got up off the floor and walked over to the couch. Getting on her hands and knees, she beckoned the boys over with a crooked finger, and they both eagerly approached her with cock-in-hand.

"I want you to hump the fuck out of these fat arse-cheeks." Erica said to Jake as she gave herself a slap across the rear. "While I polish up your friend's nasty, sweaty sack."

Paul sat on the arm of the sofa and presented his swollen bollocks to Erica, who promptly spat on his dangling sack and rubbed her face into them, lapping at his hanging globes with her outstretched tongue. Jake prized apart Erica's bottom to reveal her puckered anus, laying the shaft of his tool in her butt-crack and letting her warm cheeks engulf him.

Clamping down hard on her buttocks, Jake proceeded to shag Erica's bum-cleft like a horny teenager humping a pillow, his fat nuts slapping against her fanny on each thrust. Meanwhile, Erica had both Paul's balls in her mouth and was noisily sucking on them with abandon, as she used both hands to jerk off his trouser snake.

Jake kept up his furious humping, working the precum now poring liberally from his wanger into Erica's butt-cleft. During this vigorous activity, a rumbling fart escaped Erica's pursed arsehole, rattling the prick lodged between her buns.

"Ah, Erica you nasty slag!" Exclaimed Jake, letting his boner spring free from between her cheeks.

Erica chuckled around Paul's bollocks, before releasing them from her mouth with a wet plop and turning around to face Jake. She grabbed him by the cock and brought her nose to the underside of his schlong, sniffing deeply.

"Na, no harm done there lad. Just smells like my arse!" She said to Jake, giving his bell-end a playful little kiss after savouring the scent a moment longer.

Erica got down off the sofa and lay down on her belly, facing the portrait of Agatha. She prized open her buttocks to display her light brown sphincter to the men behind her.

"Best way to avoid that in future though is to plug up this bumhole of mine with a nice, thick knob." Erica said, wiggling her arse invitingly.

Jake dropped to his knees in front of Erica's exposed arsehole. The hotdogging he had given her had left her anus slick with precum, so it was with no difficulty that he plunged his dong deep into her derriere in one smooth motion. Erica turned around to watch as Jake set to the task of roughly sodomizing her, all while Paul sat on the sofa, watching the spectai before him and wanking.

"Well don't just sit there tossing yourself off." Erica said to Paul through gritted teeth. "Get over here and fuck my face!"

Paul needed no further encouragement, and within seconds he had fistfuls of Erica's hair, as cock-head burrowed deep down her gullet. The boys got into a good rhythm, Paul bouncing his bollocks off Erica's chin as he shagged her mouth, while Jake put all his weight behind his thrusts, porking Erica's shithole like a prize stallion breeding a mare.

"Switch holes, boys." Erica said after regaining her breath from the latest round of face-fucking she had received.

The boys dutifully switched ends, with Paul first to re-penetrate as he plunged his spit-soaked boner into Erica's gaping turd-cutter. Erica groaned, then popped Jake's prick in her mouth to savour the taste of his manhood mixed with her own arse-juices.

Jake locked his legs around Erica's head and thrust deeply up into her throat, while Paul squatted over her rear to get the deepest angle of penetration in her bunghole. Each time Paul's prick bottomed out in Erica's guts, Jake would also go balls-deep down her throat, as if they were using their cocks to play Erica like a fleshy accordion. The boys pounded away at Erica's battered orifices like rutting animals, all three of them huffing and sweating on her living room carpet.

Jake gave a particularly deep thrust into Erica's throat, holding her head tight against his groin, grinding his knackers back and forth against her jaw. He then withdrew, letting Erica get her breath back momentarily as his saliva-soaked member rested against her flushed face.

"Ooh, you boys sure know how to treat a lady!" Erica gasped, drawing in ragged breaths. "Now Jakey, get back and join your mate - I want two knobs stretching out my shitter!"

Jake unlocked his legs and gave Erica a final cockslap before standing up and walking around behind Paul. The high-angled crouching stance his friend had adopted meant Jake, peering underneath him, could make out his cock pumping in and out of Erica's anus. Bracing a hand on his friend's flank, Jake thrust forward and lanced his slick dong straight into Erica's occupied arsehole. He gave it a few experimental thrusts, as the two dicks ground against one another in the entrance to Erica's back-passage

"Deeper, you fuckers!" Erica groaned through a wicked smile. "I want you both balls deep up my bumhole!"

With a roar, Jake lunged forward until his nuts brushed against Erica's disregarded twat, throwing all his weight against Paul. This caused Paul to collapse on top of Erica, his own prick bottoming out in her colon as he gripped her hips for leverage. His ballsack fell like a curtain either side of Jake's shaft, the baggy excess being sandwiched between their boners and driven into Erica's pooper on each desperate thrust. The three of them were in a flat stack now, Jake's head to the left of Erica's while Paul's was to the right. The only movement now was tight little thrusts of the men's pelvises as they sawed their dicks in and out of Erica's overstuffed rear end.

Erica grabbed each man by the hair and lifted their head's up to look at the portrait towering above them.

"Look at that miserable old prude, boys." Erica said in ragged breaths, sweat now pouring down her face with exertion. "Imagine what she'd say now if she could see you both using my arse for a wank."

Both men groaned, the dirty talk and the sphincter squeezing both their boners proving more than their loaded balls could take.

"Shit Erica, I think I'm gonna sp-" Jake began.

"I know, I know lads." Erica interrupted. "But I've been waiting for this, so let's do it right."

Erica pushed both men off, causing her arsehole to release their straining cocks, along with another involuntarily fart. She crawled out from underneath them, then spun around on her hands and knees facing the portrait.

"You." She barked at Jake as she spread her buttocks. "Get your hard-on back in my bum and drain those big fucking balls inside me."

Jake was having to hold the tip of his cock to stop himself from blowing his beans as he staggered behind Erica, and the instant the head of his prick passed through her turd-cutter, his started spraying his seed. Each pulse caused his balls to contract, as he blasted out a week's worth of spunk into Erica's well-shagged crapper. All the while, Erica was wanking off Paul, his dick just inches from her face.

"Ooh, your friend is a messy bastard." She said to Paul in a teasing tone. "He's redecorating my guts with his cock-snot. He just keeps going and going, hosing down the walls of my colon!"

After what seemed like minutes of ejaculating, Jake finally squeezed out his last few drops of sperm and pulled his spent member from Erica's behind.

"Now your turn, big boy." Erica said as she furiously jerked off Paul's cock. "Get back their and add your batch of baby batter to my shitter."

Paul stood up and strode around to Erica's rear, plunging his pecker between her gooey cheeks. After a few deep thrusts, he threw back his head and roared, as his bollocks began to blast thick ropes of jizz deep into Erica's anus.

"Ooh, that feels like a nice thick load you're blowing there!" Erica chuckled. "Keep it coming, I want every last drop out of your backed-up nuts."

In no time at all, Erica's anus had milked Paul's bollocks dry, leaving the man shaking and exhausted as he withdrew his softening member. Both men sat on the floor either side of Erica's overflowing arse, their cocks dribbling the last few drops of spunk onto the carpet.

"And now for the finishing touch." Erica said, wiggling her bum back and forth. "Do us a favour and pull my cheeks apart, would you boys?"

Exhausted, the men got up and prized apart Erica's spunk-slick cheeks, leaving gooey ribbons of cum dangling between them. Her butthole was now aimed squarely at Agatha's portrait.

"Fire in the hole!" Erica said, her voice strained with effort.

She let loose a wet, ripping fart from her arse that launched the cum cocktail in her colon square at the picture, splattering jizz all over Agatha's dour face. She quickly turned around to admire her handiwork as the thick load started to slide down the portrait.

"Lovely work, lads!" Erica said, putting a sweaty arm around each of them. "A huge improvement on the original I'd say."

She stood up to admire the picture from a higher angle, spunk dripping from her gaping arsehole.

"Want to come with me when I drop this off this afternoon?" Erica asked the two boys sat in front of her. "I'm sure Agatha will want to congratulate the artist, and the people who supplied the art materials at the same time."