N Van Heller - A panty compulsion

Then, in a split second, like lava suddenly released from a long-dormant volcano, hot thick streams of cum emptied from her loins. Her cum spurted over her deeply thrusting fingers and into the shimmering nylon of her tiny white panties. Her whole lewdly aroused body twitched and thrashed in uncontrollable convulsions as deep agonized groans of obscene abandon poured from her lips. The hotly raging cum spewed over her flexing thighs in a seemingly never-ending wave of ecstatic fulfillment.

"Holy shit," Jimmy groaned from behind the rocks, as he watched incredulously while the young blonde woman jerked and twitched in a lewd dance of desire. Her eyes tightly shut, her mouth gaping, Sally's hands fell wearily to her side and the tight elastic leg-band of her panties snapped back over her cum-matted pubic hairs, covering her moistly quivering cuntal slit.

God, I've done it! she gasped in relief, her nakedly trembling breasts rising and falling in rhythm with her heavy breathing. She had finger-fucked herself in front of these young unsuspecting boys, and now her intensely throbbing headache was beginning to disappear. Her nervous trembling had vanished. She sighed an ecstatic sigh of comfort as her satiated body receded into perfect stillness. Now she was free and no one would ever know.

"Let's get outa here," Tom whispered suddenly.

"J-Jeesus," Jimmy muttered, his bulging eyes still riveted on the salacious spectacle he had witnessed. He felt a sudden tug on his shirt.

"Come on, Jimmy," Tom insisted. "Let's go before we get into trouble."

The bare-chested blond boy suddenly bolted from behind the rock and scurried down into the hollow below with his friend in hot pursuit…

Nestor Burns did not bother to get out of the way when he saw the two teenagers charging toward him. Instead, his mind was on that hot little Baxter bitch. God, if he weren't on the job, he would have jumped right on top of her and shoved his eagerly pulsating cock deep up inside that tight little pussy of hers.

"Oh, God! Look…" Tom gasped in shock as he saw the camera, and stopped dead in his tracks. The chubby boy nearly slammed into him but checked himself.

"Holy shit…" Jimmy whispered. "That guy down there's been watching us."

"Yeah, and he's got a camera, too."

"Come on, let's get outa here," Jimmy whispered, and without wasting a second the two young boys charged across the field into the pine grove.

Nestor Burns chuckled to himself. Hell, the husband of that Baxter broad would be willing to pay plenty for the films he had taken.

He was still chuckling later that afternoon when he returned to his small two-room apartment. One quick call to Rod Baxter at his law office was going to bring plenty of money, he told himself. Baxter had hired him two weeks ago on the suspicion that his wife was having an affair with somebody or other; but hell, it was some affair all right… the Baxter dame was out finger-fucking herself in front of young kids while Baxter was working away inside his office.

Burns smiled broadly and tossed his hat on the small creaky bed as he picked up the telephone receiver. He had just dialed the third digit to Baxter's office when an idea suddenly struck him… a very interesting and profitable idea.

Don't be stupid, Nestor told himself. Sure, you'll be able to jack up your price with this Baxter guy, but just think how much you'll be able to get from his wife!

Pleased with himself, the detective tilted his head back and roared with laughter. Why hadn't he thought of it before? Hell, all he had to do was show Mrs. Baxter what he had and he was set for life. God knows, he needed the money. In the last month he'd lost over a thousand dollars playing poker. Now was his chance to win it all back… the easy way.

"Where are you going now honey?" Rod Baxter asked his wife on Saturday morning, taking a sip of coffee as he waited for her to answer.

"How did you know I was going out?" Sally said, surprised.

"Because you always scurry around when you're getting ready to go somewhere."

Sally marveled at her husband's uncanny perceptiveness. He was a sharp-witted lawyer, and his observation was exactly right. She had been clearing the dishes from the breakfast table rather hurriedly, and she was going in town today for a special reason.

"It's a surprise, I can't tell you," she said cheerfully.

At that, Rod ducked behind his newspaper and took another sip of coffee. Either his young wife was a very good liar or she was telling the truth. For a month now she had been doing an awful lot of going out, and he was determined to find out what was behind it all. For sometime in fact he had frankly suspected her of having an affair. After all, she was an attractive young woman still in her early twenties, and he was almost forty. She wouldn't be the first young wife to find herself a boy friend while hubby was working.

But still, Rod thought to himself, the evidence did not add up. The private detective he had hired so far could not report anything on her.

According to Nestor Burns, she simply took long rides outside town in the sports car. It seemed as though something was troubling her, although Rod would be damned if he could figure out what it was. As far as he could remember they had had only one serious argument, and that had occurred a month ago. Rod had returned from work after winning an important case, and they had gone to a fancy restaurant in downtown Philadelphia to celebrate. After returning home they headed immediately upstairs to bed.

He could not remember ever desiring his voluptuous young wife's body so ardently as that night, and in the beginning she had seemed willing enough to accommodate him. But as they undressed, something strange had happened.

"I want your body tonight," he said, playfully at first. "All of it. I want you to take your panties off for a change. Don't be shy."

"Not my panties," she had protested, but cheerfully enough.

If it weren't for the drinks he had consumed that night, Rod would have let well enough alone. In the two years they had been married she had always insisted on keeping her panties on in bed, but yet she had always been willing to give him what he wanted. That night, though, he had been too insistent, and he could recall almost everything that happened… later.

He remembered how playfully his arms circled around her slender waist as she stood in front of the dresser and how his thumbs hooked into the tight elastic waistband of her little white panties. With a sudden rough force he jerked down on them, yanking them clear of her violently wrenching buttocks. He could never have dreamed her reaction would be so furious. A sudden piercing scream escaped from her lips and she pushed him away fiercely.

"Get out of here," she screamed, her face livid with rage. Tears were welling up inside her eyes. "I don't ever want you to touch my panties again." That had done it, she had ruined his whole night for him.

All along he had known of her secret hang up involving panties, but had never realized the depth of it until that night. Since the early days of their marriage he had been willing to excuse it, and in fact, he had even enjoyed it, because it was like an exciting strip tease with the flimsy piece of silk always the last tantalizing barrier between him and the secret treasure of her loins. It was sexy in the same way a scantily clad woman is always more attractive than a completely naked female.

Things still didn't add up, though. How could there be any connection between her panty hang up and the fact that she spent afternoons riding around in the Jaguar? He was beginning to regret that he had been so suspicious in the first place, and now his mind drifted back to reality…

The newsprint in front of him blurred until he realized he had been reading the same column for ten minutes. Sally's soft hands squeezed his shoulders.