Colin Johnson: The panty lovers

"Man, look at that tender little pussy," the vice president proclaimed. "I'm gonna have a real good time fucking that!"

"Wait your turn, sonny," advised Wonder-Wear's chief executive, raising his head from Ann's swollen and tempting breasts and focusing his lust-distorted vision on the cock-raising sight of the young brunette's widely-parted vaginal slit.

"Look at it go!" crowed Birindelli, pointing with delight at the convulsive jerking movements beginning to take place in Ann's moistly seeping pussy. "It's practically begging to be fucked. If that cunt could talk, it would be screaming for it right now! I can't wait any longer boss. I gotta stick my cock up into that or I'm gonna explode!"

"I told you to wait your turn," Rossi reminded his vice president seriously, running his middle finger up and down over the steaming pink slit, separating the thinly curling triangle of dark brown pubic hair and enjoying the sensation of touching the smooth slippery flesh of her vaginal lips. Her cunt quivered lustily in response to his touch, grasping at his fingers as if it wanted to capture his whole hand and suck it inside her by force.

Jenifer and Pauling interrupted their wrestling match on the other side of the bed to observe the conflict of wills between these two strong powerful men, and even Doctor Frank Larkin hidden behind the mirror found himself wondering which of them would win the right to fuck his wife first.

Meanwhile the object of this controversy was on the verge of going out of her mind with unsatisfied desire. Jenifer's caresses and lascivious kisses had excited Ann more than she cared to admit to herself and the feeling of lying naked between two lusting men, waiting to be fucked half to death, was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.

Tonight, she told herself, her mind dazed by liquor and lust, tonight we are going all the way to the bottom! Tonight, I'll do anything they want me to!

Rossi, influential president of Wonder-Wear, Incorporated, was lying on one side of her, his mercilessly untiring middle finger thrust deep up inside of her impatiently pulsating vagina while her boss, Birindelli, was crowding against her smoothly undulating buttocks, and reaching around her to massage and torment her sensually swollen breasts, teasing and torturing her little rock-hard nipples until they ached and throbbed.

It was ridiculous to fight, she thought vaguely, all manner of weird and unnatural images floating obscenely through her dazedly wandering mind. Her memory drifted back to the night a few weeks before when LaFarge had fucked his way violently into Jenifer's nakedly unresisting asshole and suddenly she found her excitement mounting even higher as she recalled the pictures Birindelli had taken of that sodomistic incident.

"She's ready to fuck," pronounced Rossi, his voice gravelly with passion. "I can feel her opening up like mad and she's dripping wet!"

"Well, I'm just as ready as she is," interrupted Birindelli, so badly excited by the unnaturally depraved quality of the scene that he was no longer worried about offending his employer. "Let's make her put those wild red panties back on. Makes me hotter than hell!" he panted.

"Now listen…" Rossi countered, his anger rising, but Ann unexpectedly settled the issue for them.

"Both of you," she whispered, raising her head and grasping both of their cocks in her hands. "Both of you fuck me at once!"

And then she dropped heavily back on the mattress, frankly unable to believe that it had been she, mousy shy little Ann Larkin, who had issued this incredible invitation.

But if she had any thoughts of retracting it, there was no longer any opportunity since Birindelli and Rossi immediately took to the to the idea.

"What'll you have, boss?" offered the vice president, remembering his manners. "Front or back?"

"The back, I think," replied the chief executive slowly, as if he were considering a stock option. "But it doesn't look like she'd ever had it there before. Suppose we hurt her?"

"She's covered by the Wonder-Wear Employee's Group Health Plan," responded Birindelli callously. "I never heard of anybody being fucked to death anyway."

Frank Larkin, on the other side of the one-way mirror, felt like screaming as he watched the two men prepare themselves for this brutal fuck-sodomy combination on his helplessly writhing young wife. Despite his scientific attitude and his horror at seeing his wife debauched in this low and degrading fashion, the good doctor noticed that his own penis was pressing desperately against the thin material of his pants, and he scolded himself for letting his baser emotions run away with him. He had read about sodomy in his medical books and the idea had always intrigued him, but he had never actually observed it before under such ideal laboratory conditions. Frank was no longer really thinking about Ann as the woman he had married, but as a pathological specimen to be examined like a white mouse or a hamster, and his only regret now was the lack of pencil and paper with which he might take some notes.

As the two Wonder-Wear executives arranged Ann's limply yielding body between them and hungrily prepared to fuck her from both sides, even Pauling gave up trying to force his turgid cock into Jenifer's teasingly closed mouth and the two of them sat up to watch.

Ann, lying on the bed delirious with unsatisfied desire, was waiting impatiently for Rossi and Birindelli to make up their minds. She welcomed the coming double-impalement gladly, knowing that when the two company men had simultaneously fucked and sodomized her softly willing young body, humiliating and shaming her as far as possible, she would have done everything there was to do. There would be no more surprises in store for her. This was the ultimate. She was touching bottom and discovering that she liked it there!

Then her eyes fell on Rossi's monstrously long extended cock, so swollen with lust that the blue veins were pulsatingly visible, suspended in mid-air as the executive cruelly pulled her ankles in opposite directions, forcing her legs farther and farther apart.

It's going to hurt, she thought dully, watching his cock waved back and forth in front of her face. When he sticks that huge thing up into my ass, it's going to hurt like hell! But somehow she was not worried about the pain to come. Her ass belonged to Wonder-Wear, not to her, and if Mr. Rossi wished to sodomize it, it was his business and she had nothing to say about the matter.

But Rossi was wasting no time with philosophical concerns. He ducked his head down to her anus to moisten the tiny puckery hole with his hotly flicking tongue-tip, and clawing at her with an outward pressure of his thumbs as he drew her vulnerable half-moons apart. Ann squirmed lustfully as his middle finger burst cruelly past the feeble elastic gateway to her rectum, embedding itself deeply up in her tormented anal passage.

"Oh God!" she cried half in pain and half in pleasure as his big middle finger slithered up inside of her until the palm of his hand was crushed against the defenselessly quivering cheeks of her naked buttocks. Sadistically, the executive began working his finger around in ever-widening circles as she lay helplessly moaning beneath him, gradually expanding her unused and tightly-clasped little asshole.

"Man, she's tight!" Rossi reported to Birindelli who was anxiously waiting for his boss to get himself situated so he could make his own entry. It was true she was not as wide as she might be, thought Rossi, but he decided he could wait no longer and he levered himself into position behind her, placing one knee between her widely-separated legs and turning her over on her side, pulling roughly apart her futilely-resisting ass-cheeks as far as they would go without actually splitting. Then, lifting his entire body, he guided his heavy muscular cock into position, trying to fit the heavy blood-filled tip to the partially-opened entrance way to her tiny puckered rectal lips.