Colin Johnson: The panty lovers

"Oh, oh, God!" she gasped below him, her cunt feeling as thought it had just been shredded into a thousand tiny pieces, never to he healed again. She could feel every inch of this man lodged securely deep up inside her, with all movement transmitted directly to her body when he moved.

But the lust that the lean executive had generated deep in Ann's cunt was still strong, much too strong to be conquered by the discomfort caused by his sudden entry. As he began to fuck into her with long smooth even strokes, her body immediately caught the rhythm and she started to thrust back up at him, undulating her hips in time to the powerful skewerings of his deeply fucking cock.

Benson's hands roamed wildly over Ann's lewdly twisting body, exploring the smooth silken surface of her skin as if he had never touched a woman's body before, his fingers moving under the soft nylon covering of her panties and caressing the softly tensing globes of her buttocks which were flexing and unflexing in time with his murderously-powerful cock-thrusts. Ann's whole body was jerking and twitching uncontrollably now as groan after groan of intense pleasure came to her lips and she could no longer concentrate on anything but the depraved happiness of lying there with her legs spread wide apart being fucked half to death with her panties still on by this crazy old Midwesterner. The fact that all of this was happening against her will only increased the pleasure, since she did not have to waste any energy feeling guilty.

Benson was not an experienced lover, never before having been in bed with anyone but his wife, but what he lacked in experience and technique, he was making up in enthusiasm and raw naked desire. He stepped up the rhythm of this strokes as his hand slid down between their two bucking and swaying bodies and fondled the widely-stretched lips of her pussy where his massively throbbing cock was penetrating her. This vile caress only served to increase the young woman's pleasure, bringing additional moans of servile acceptance and submission to her mouth as his fingers brushed repeatedly over the surface of her tiny pink, sensation-filled clitoris. He could feel the narrow channel of her vagina begin to flower open as if it had taken on a life of its own, and were trying to suck his cock all the way up inside and hold it there interminably.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she chanted rhythmically beneath him, her face contorted almost beyond recognition, her lips bared back over her small white teeth and a light film of perspiration covering the surface of her skin.

Benson responded with a grunt, knowing instinctively that he himself was also nearing the end. But the gray-haired religious fanatic worked to make it particularly good, fucking his hotly pulsating cock up into her hungrily clasping cunt as far as it would go until his heavily swinging balls were slapping mercilessly against the panty covered softness of her rectum.

"Oh, I'm cumming," she whispered suddenly with disbelief, her voice husky with passion. "Oooooooogghhh!"

Benson felt her open up to him like a flower touched by the morning sun and warns wet liquids from deep inside her hotly contracting cunt walls flooded around his viciously pistoning cock, lubricating his lust-hardened penis and enabling him to fuck into her even harder. Her body jerked continuously and convulsively, her arms and legs flailing out involuntarily, and Benson could sense the interior walls of her ecstatically pulsating cunt clasping insanely at his penis, trying desperately to milk him dry.

Ann was sure for a minute that she was going out of her mind. The feeling had never been so strong before for the sexually neglected young woman, and she felt her body flying out of control and floating toward the ceiling as Benson groaned and began violently shooting his scalding white sperm deep up into her frantically climaxing cunt.

The hot wet stream of living sperm went spraying into her nakedly trembling belly and Ann could feel every drop of the life-giving fluid as it spurted from the tip of his wildly-ejaculating penis and crashed against her hungrily absorbing cuntal walls. Her legs were wrapped tightly up around his back, her feet pressing down against his desperately straining buttocks and urging him farther and farther up into her softly yielding pussy flesh while her tongue snaked lewdly up into the older man's mouth. They both came together in an instant of maddening fury, groaning into each other's throats while the Salt Lake City executive filled Ann's hotly squirming young body with his hot sticky cum.

When it was over, somehow neither of them could think of anything much to say. Benson, his face white and serious, retreated from the center of the bed to the far edge and turned his back on her while Ann consulted her watch, decided it was too late to try to go home and wondered what was going to become of her.

She felt strangely relaxed for some reason and her conscience did not hurt as much as she would have expected.

Perhaps it was the champagne, she speculated, and then dropped off to sleep, feeling the sperm-soaked crotchband of the lacey, powder blue panties slip slowly back over her well-fucked young vaginal lips.

It took half a bottle of aspirins and nearly a quart of orange juice to do it, but by ten o'clock, Ann's hangover was down within reasonable limits and the pretty young model felt strong enough to call the hospital where Frank was working and invent a fairly plausible excuse for not having returned home on the previous night. She explained that a promotional sales conference had gone on until the early hours of the morning and that she had been afraid to ride the subway alone at that hour and had gone home instead with Jenifer who had a flat downtown.

She had expected her husband to be angry and mistrustful and she was a little upset when he took the news calmly.

"Oh, by the way," he added, when she had finished explaining her absence. "I hope your first check comes through soon. I ordered a whole set of new medical books I've been needing for a long time and there'll be a healthy bill to pay."

A cold anger settled over her as she listened to her husband announce a few more plans for spending her money. Was that all he could really think about? Hadn't it ever occurred to him that she might have spent the night with another man? Or was his conceit too strong for such an idea ever to enter his head?? How he'd change his tune if he knew that a crazy old religious fanatic had accomplished – even against her will – a couple of things Doctor Frank Larkin had not been able to accomplish for a long, long time!

No, it would never enter his precise scientific mind. He was too selfish and egocentric for that and for half a minute, Ann was almost glad it had happened. Old Judson had lectured her and battered her and humiliated her and raped her, but in the end he had also satisfied her and every woman needed that once in awhile, no matter how moral she thought she was.

Besides, she reminded herself bitterly, the free lunch was destined to be terminated before either one of them could get the first bite. When Benson left town today without placing an order with Wonder-Wear, she was going to get the sack, and not the kind you could wear either.

Well, she decided, there was no point in delaying any longer. It was time to go up to the vice president's office and face the music. Maybe if she explained what had happened, Mr. Birindelli would at least give her back her old job modeling. On the other hand, it would be embarrassing to confess how she had mismanaged things so badly and wound up in bed with Mr. Benson, leaving him unhappy and guilt-ridden for having seduced her. Either way, she was not looking forward to this meeting, but it had to be done so she straightened her shoulders, thinking how foolish her party dress looked at ten-thirty in the morning, and marched into Birindelli's office.