N Van Heller - A panty compulsion

His eyes bulged wide at the salacious spectacle of the young wife's body excitedly bucking before him, and with a mighty thrust he jolted forward, his cock ripping deep up inside her suddenly milking rectum.

"Aaaaaagh!" she groaned piteously. He flicked deeper again, "Aaaaaagh."

With a last half-groan, Sally could feel in her agony the giant tormenting staff begin to grow and expand until she thought it would never stop. It was killing her, it was stretching the muscles of her splitting rectum beyond all endurance.

"Oh God, for God's sake, cum!" she mumbled in pain and masochistic pleasure and fucked back against him wildly. He gasped above her, incoherent words sputtering from his mouth, and shoved forward with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the tightly clasping walls of her belly. His hotly spurting cum shuddered in wave after wave into the hot depths of her rectum. She knelt in front of him, buttocks still waving high in the air and pressed tight back against his hairy loins as he poured his lewd male sperm deep inside her anal passage filling her abused rectum to the bursting point with his warm sticky wetness. He groaned with delight and collapsed heavily over her naked body, shoving her further forward onto the long thick cock fucking relentlessly in and out of her mouth.

The conniving detective had been excited beyond all belief at the obscene sight of the beautiful woman's buttocks bucking and undulating lewdly against the thick sodomizing cock impaling her from behind, and now his hands gripped against her head, he pulled her tightly ovalled mouth in an even faster rhythm back and forth between his lewdly splayed legs.

The young wife's tongue slavered helplessly around the detective's madly jerking cock as it sawed in and out of the warm moistness of her mouth. Incomprehensible mewling grunts and groans burst from her throat. There was nothing left now but the wanton abandonment of this throbbing shaft ramming so savagely up into her mouth. The huge bulbous cock-head jammed deep inside her throat, grating against her tonsils. As her mouth pumped and sucked, her cheeks puffing furiously her cum-filled buttocks wiggled and waved in hopeless abandon against the other man's collapsed form piled on top of her.

Like a huge bloated balloon she could feel the fleshy throbbing pole inside her mouth expanding to the point of explosion. In response, her tongue licked and sucked at it furiously until the detective, his hands entwined in the soft silken locks of her blonde hair, thrust his pelvis brutally forward. The huge rock-hard cock rammed deep, deep inside her throat for one last time.

"Aaaaaaaagh!" she choked, and suddenly his sperm-bloated penis burst like a bomb. Her wildly puffing cheeks expanded and contracted as wave after molten wave of hotly shooting cum poured into the depths of her swallowing mouth.

Burns' hips jerked in spasmodic ecstasy as her ovalled lips slid hungrily up and down on his ejaculating cock in furious rhythm. A groan broke from her lips as her Adam's apple bobbed swallowing the gushing sperm squirting so thickly into her throat. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the madly jerking pole, swirling her tongue around and around the spasming head until it began to deflate.

Burns, his eyes closed, his entire body sweating, groaned in ecstasy and pushed her still pumping head from his now useless cock.

At the same time Slope slid off her back and crashed to the mattress to lay sprawled out on the sheets, his chest heaving rhythmically as he sucked in huge gasps of air. Burns groaned again and rolled over on his side.

Desperately Sally wanted to push herself off the bed and spirit away the films before the other men could rally their strength, but it would be nearly impossible. She would have to rest a moment to regain the strength that had been so brutally drained from her body. Kicking the soiled bed sheets onto the floor, she stretched her naked young body lengthwise across the bed in between the two sweating bodies of the exhausted men. A huge arm fell limply over her hips, and a pair of legs raised up and collapsed on top of her thighs, trapping her in a prison of limbs.

She could tell by the deep breathing of the two men surrounding her that they would soon be asleep, and then with luck she would be able to sneak into the other room, throw on her clothes and escape with the films. That is, if she could find some way of outwitting the one called Rocky and if the sleeping guard dog didn't suddenly wake up.

Inside the bedroom it had grown dark. A single electric bulb cast its shadowy glow from the ceiling above the dresser. The heavy breathing of the two slumbering men had turned to light snores, and now Sally slowly extracted herself from the tangle of arms and legs wrapped around her body. Praying that the creaky mattress would not give her away, she carefully inched toward the edge of the bed, swinging her legs over the side.

The floor squeaked slightly as her feet touched down on it, but fortunately the dozing men were not wakened. Creeping on her tiptoes she made her way to the curtain that separated the bedroom from the dining room, and pulled it aside.

The dim shadowy light outlined Rocky's powerful form slumped over the table, his hands curled around a half-empty whiskey bottle. Thank God, she breathed in relief. He had passed out and would never notice her. The problem would be the large German shepherd who lay slumbering by the doorway.

On tiptoes, clad only in her cum-soaked and twisted panties, Sally crept across the room to the table, where her clothes were lying. The floorboard squeaked once and Rocky jumped, but his eyes quickly shut again, his head slumping on the table.

It was not until she had just slipped on her stockings and fastened her garter belt that she was startled by Rocky's voice growling drunkenly.

"Just what d'ya think you're doin'?" he grumbled.

"N-nothing," she stammered fearfully in the darkness as she edged toward the door.

"You ain't goin' nowhere… not till ole Rocky gets his cock inside that little pussy of yours," he snarled. He pushed himself up from his chair and moved menacingly toward her.

It was now or never, Sally thought to herself as she hurriedly swept up her clothes and the reel of film, dashing toward the door. It did not matter that she was still half-naked, for now was her last chance to escape…

Rod Baxter had been slowly winding his way up the dingy stairs when he suddenly heard a tremendous clatter from the second floor. Muffled gasps, grunts and the deep low growl of a menacing dog assaulted his ears. He felt his way back down and retreated to the steps outside the front doorway to see what would happen. For five minutes and more he waited, but no one emerged. He stepped out into the sidewalk and glanced up at the building. It was difficult to tell which apartment belonged to Burns. The windows in several were well lit, and he had seen no sign or mailbox with Burns' name on it inside. He would just have to check with one of the neighbors.

Sally had gotten as far as the second floor landing until the German shepherd had cornered her, backed her against the wall, his thick tailing switching back and forth like a whip. For the first time Sally could see he was no docile house pet, she could see the red embers of his eyes flashing at her in the dark, the glint from his ivory fangs and the flecks of thick drool clinging to his jowls.

"Good boy, Ripper," Rocky mumbled, patting him on the head. "Just for that, I'm gonna give you a nice big reward." Rocky grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back.

"Get back inside," he snapped at Sally, glaring at her as she trembled against the wall. Oh God, she thought, why haven't any of the neighbors heard the noise, what's wrong with these people? Why don't they help me?