Colin Johnson - The panty lovers

Ann kicked her long tapered legs out wildly on either side of Benson's head, but every movement of her nakedly trembling body only seemed to open her up even wider to his depraved invasion of her loins. Releasing her arms, he plunged his middle finger into her sparsely growing pussy hair, using both his thumbs to draw apart the pink petal edges of her vagina, exposing to his bulging, frenzied eyes a lust-exciting view of her moistly quivering cuntal slit.

For a moment, he hovered over her like a vulture, saliva already dripping from his gaping mouth, surveying the prize he had fought for and won. Then, with a groan more animal than human, his head ducked abruptly and he buried his long slippery tongue way up inside the warmly clasping walls of her vagina.

"AAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!" she cried out in despair as he invaded her helplessly trapped cunt. She ground her hips frantically into the mattress as she attempted to escape this ghastly attack on the most intimate part of her body. Ann's fingers curled into the Salt Lake City executive's steel-gray hair and she tried with all her might to lift his lewdly burrowing face from her defenselessly tongue-spread young pussy. But if Benson even noticed the pain of having his hair pulled, he gave no sign of it, his tongue penetrating her more deeply by the minute.

Releasing his hair, Ann clutched the sheets in her fists and raised her head and shoulders up off the mattress, unable to believe that this incredible thing was really happening to her, little Mrs. Ann Larkin, the doctor's wife. It was too cruel, too bizarre to be true. Oh why had she ever gotten involved in this insane business to begin with?

Let him do what he wants, she told herself, dropping back down on the mattress and resigning herself to the inevitable. He's too strong to fight and too crazy and drunk to reason with. He said this was a punishment and in a way he's right. So take your medicine with dignity and stop flailing around like an idiot. You should have walked out the door when he first suggested a private modeling session and you didn't, so you have no one to blame but yourself!

So she lay back on the luxurious penthouse bed, stiff but submissive, remarking to herself that the experience was degrading and humiliating, but not painful, at least so far. In fact, as Benson's tongue lashed furiously in and out of her involuntarily dilating cunt, she observed that the sensation was anything but painful. Despite the waves of shame which swept insistently over her, tiny wisps of forbidden tingling pleasure were beginning to build up in her stomach and radiate out in all directions, causing her thighs to jerk spasmodically upwards. Her stomach was filling gradually with a warm pleasant feeling and it was another half-minute before she realized with horror exactly what was happening to her.

This maniac was turning her on! He was arousing her against her will!

Tightening every muscle in her body, Ann Larkin fought back with all her strength. If she allowed this to happen to her, she could never face her husband again. She must not surrender!

But her noble resolution faded rapidly as Benson's mouth slavered over her with increasing fury, his tongue snaking viciously up into the mysterious softness of her gradually widening vagina. The tingling electric current had now spread into her trembling white breasts, causing her nipples to stand up boldly.

Benson's mind was a raging mass of confusion as a lifetime of repressed sexuality finally burst its bounds. Ever since his youth he had been holding back this reservoir of stormy lust, making delicate passionless love once a week to an ugly old woman ten years older than he. It had never before occurred to Benson to have sexual relations with a woman other than his wife, but when he had seen this splendid young creature earlier in the evening, he had felt an indescribably powerful emotion welling up inside of him, totally unlike anything else he had ever experienced.

Of course he had known immediately when they handed him his drink that the orange juice was half alcohol. But instead of protesting or throwing it in Birindelli's face, he had drunk it down and called for another. For the first time in his long, Bible-quoting life, he had wanted to get really drunk, blown out of his mind, just to see what would happen.

And this was what happened. Well, he told himself, if this was a sin, by God, it was going to be a good one, and he continued to flail with his tongue like a madman at Ann's hopelessly resisting pussy.

As the fury of his sexual madness increased, Benson wanted even more, desiring to do all of the lewd depraved things he had read about in books and had never before had the courage to try, particularly not with his aging frigid wife.

Might as well be damned for a goat as a sheep, he decided, pushing the trembling young model's knees up in the air in such fashion that her sleek smooth thighs covered his ears and the whole flat plane of her pussy with the crotchband of her panties pulled aside, was exposed to his maniacal eyes. His wetly swirling tongue worked madly, lapping everything in sight from the pulsating moist opening of her vaginal tunnel down to the tight little puckery hole of her anus.

"Oooooohh," Ann groaned as she felt his hot searing tongue pass quickly over the sensitive rubbery opening, sending an unexpected rolling wave of sensation through her tormentedly writhing body.

"Not there, please, don't touch me there!"

But Benson was beyond mercy. Discovering that the inexperienced young girl liked the feeling he burrowed even farther up into the defensively contracting crevice between her buttocks, thrusting his tongue again and again up into the vainly resisting rectal opening, trying to force himself up inside her while she struggled with all her might to hold him out.

But further resistance was useless and they both knew it. Her buttocks were grinding inexorably down into the soft yielding mattress as the tiny sparks of lust in her belly burst into real passionate flame, spreading like a wild-fire into the rest of her body. Without realizing what she was doing, she wound her delicate hands into his gray hair and pressed his face down into her now excitedly seeping pussy as hard as she could.

"Oh, do it, yes, do it like that!" she babbled insanely. "Fuck me, you crazy old man! Do whatever you want with me!" The shame and humiliation were all gone now and in her champagne-fogged mind, Ann was only conscious of the magic electric current racing madly up and down her spine.

Now her company's chief client was moving, excited by her words, advancing his body up over the flat trembling plane of the young model's stomach to the temptingly spread range of her swollen and shaking breasts. As he crawled forward between her outstretched legs, Ann could feel his long spear-like cock approaching and she found herself longing to be pierced and penetrated, hurt and impaled on its huge throbbing length. Half in fear and half in breathless anticipation, she reached down and held the lace-covered edge of her panty legband to one side and waited breathlessly as Benson reached down quickly between their two yearning bodies and took the hard rubbery cock-head between his fingers, searching through the full, fleshy lips of her softly quivering cunt for the entrance to her now willingly yielding vaginal passage.

Then he found it and shoved!

"Aaaagggghhhhh!" she screamed as the most incredible sensation she had ever experienced swept over her. It was neither pain nor pleasure but something beyond either one and she had never felt so filled in her entire life.

Benson fell forward, his hard lean chest crushing against the tender pliant flesh of her softly trembling breasts, and his hips responded instinctively at the same moment, thrusting powerfully with all the strength in his body and burying his long, thickly pulsating cock to the hilt, deep up into her forcibly yielding young flesh.