"The panty lovers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Johnson Colin)

CHAPTER SIX

"You were fantastic," Birindelli praised her enthusiastically as soon as the door shut behind them and they were enclosed in the concealed spy-room. "I can't wait to see what those pictures look like."

Over his shoulder Ann could see clearly into the living room where Jacques LaFarge was hovering over his captive woman running his long delicate fingers down beneath the silken panties and over the smooth twin moons of the young blonde model's buttocks.

"Be careful or they'll hear us," she warned, placing a finger to her lips to remind him, but Birindelli merely laughed, his eyes roaming lecherously over her nakedly tempting body.

"The room's sound-proof," he explained. "It spooks you at first because you can hear everything that's said out there through the microphone system, but they can't hear you. The guy who built this place liked his comfort." And he pulled her brusquely into his arms and began kissing her neck, pressing his body hard against her soft yielding flesh. Ann could feel through his pants that her boss was highly aroused, but she was a little confused and the liquor was still affecting her judgment. Half of her wanted to give in to him right on the spot and the other half was worrying about the job she was supposed to be doing.

"Shouldn't I go back to the living room?" she asked him, pushing his head away for a moment. "I mean, suppose LaFarge wonders where I am."

"You can tell him you were in the john brushing the cum out of your sweet little mouth," Birindelli laughed obscenely. "Besides, he's too busy with Jenifer right now to think about anything else. And, also, your old boss needs a little affection too once in awhile. I almost came in my pants watching you blow him. Come on, let's see how they're doing."

They both turned to look out through the one-way mirror, watching as the lewd scene unfolded before them. Birindelli held Ann in front of him, his busy hands roaming over the surface of her body and exciting her almost beyond endurance, the hardness beneath his pants pressing into the soft flesh of her buttocks, a constant reminder of his desire.

On the other side of the mirror, LaFarge was working himself into a frenzy of sensual delight, poking and prodding Jenifer's helplessly exposed bottom. The blonde girl was still kneeling in the same humiliating position, her panties pulled down to her thighs now, with her asscheeks stuck high up in the air and her full swaying breasts almost touching the soft rug as she balanced herself on her hands and elbows.

The wiry Frenchman was kneeling behind the young blonde model, lewdly sniffing the dark moist crevice between her buttocks like a male dog meeting a bitch in heat for the first time in his life.

From their concealed hiding place, Birindelli and Ann could see the tiny pink circle of Jenifer's nakedly exposed rectum, vulnerable and defenseless, as the fashion designer's mouth passed lewdly over it. The tall slender model jerked spasmodically forward every time his wet snake-like tongue seared over the sensitive spot.

"Looks lice a real tight little ass-hole," they heard LaFarge comment to Jenifer. "Ever had any of this rear-end stuff before?"

"No, Jacques, and I'm afraid," Jenifer pleaded piteously, terror in her voice. "Please, I don't want to do it! You're too big! You'll rip me in two!"

LaFarge's only answer was a peal of cruel, wicked laughter and Ann felt her flesh crawl despite the fact that Birindelli's hands were still exploring her body in great detail.

"I'm afraid he's going to hurt her," she told her boss urgently. "This has gone too far. You've got to stop him! He'll kill her with that big thing!"

Birindelli merely chuckled, fondly massaging Ann's excitedly turgid nipples.

"You are either the most innocent dumb broad I have ever seen, or the best actress," he marveled. "And I'm never really sure whether you know what's going on or not. He isn't going to hurt her and she isn't really afraid. But she's got to make him think that she's scared out of her mind or he won't enjoy himself. He's a sadist! Haven't you got that into you little head yet? And Jenifer knows exactly what she's doing. Use you eyes! She's playing him like a Steinway piano! If she were really frightened, she'd kick him in his hairy French balls and walk out of there. You're the only one who takes these things seriously. It's a big game, just like the game I'm going to play with you right now!"

But neither of them could keep their eyes off the dramatically obscene performance being staged in the next room by Jacques LaFarge, and the excitement began to grow again in Ann's stomach as she watched Jenifer's fair, vulnerable body about to be hideously abused by this monstrous Frenchman.

"Never did care much myself for the rear-end stuff," Birindelli commented philosophically as he unbuckled his pants. "But it's interesting as hell to watch somebody else do it. Maybe I'll take up voyeurism as a hobby in my old age when I can't get a hard-on anymore. God, Jenifer looks sexy with her panties pulled down around her thighs like that! Let's pull yours down, too."

Ann's hand fell on a full glass of whiskey and she raised it to her lips, deciding that she could now stand to be just a little drunker, given the likelihood that the evening was going to be one prolonged orgy. She heard her boss' pants fall to the floor with a clink of keys and change, and he pressed her close to him, back to front, massaging and cupping her tender breasts, then moving his hands in a sweeping circular motion over her hard, brown nipples, sending tiny electric sparks up and down her spine.

Ann felt her boss' fingers slip under the tight elastic waistband of her panties and she made no move to protest as Birindelli quickly rolled them down over her full round hips, forcibly pulling them from where the thin silky material was soaked to her passion-drenched pussy hair, and leaving them draped halfway down Ann's thighs. Instinctively, she backed up against him, lewdly rotating her panty-covered buttocks into his now-naked loins and gasping with surprise as she felt the size of his massively erected penis. She had seen it once before of course, that day when she had watched through the keyhole as Jenifer had so lewdly sucked him off, but now, for some reason, it seemed much, much bigger.

"Oh, my God," she cried, reaching behind her with one hand to touch his fully extended organ. "You make that guy out there look like a midget!"

Birindelli chuckled with satisfaction at this compliment, and pushed her panty-hobbled body forward over the table in front of the one-way mirror. In this position, the executive had full access to her vulnerably upthrust cunt and the two of them could still keep an eye on Jenifer and LaFarge in the adjoining room.

Ann felt as though she were going to lose her mind as Birindelli's hands continued to roam tormentingly over her softly quivering body. The muscles in her naked belly were reacting involuntarily as her boss' hugely throbbing cock probed searchingly up between her legs looking for the moist and ready slit of her vagina, thus far still unused despite all that had happened in the course of the evening.

Her whole body twitched as one of Birindelli's hands traveled firmly down over her nakedly quivering thighs and explored the dark area up between them, guiding the thick rubbery head of his cock through the soft brown pubic hair and up into her impatiently waiting cuntal opening. The enormous shaft of his penis was now pressed deep up against the well-lubricated crevice of her ass, with its tip poised at the entrance to her cunt. The sweet orgiastic liquids of her body were flowing freely now as the young model shivered with lust, knowing that she had never in her entire life been as ready to be fucked as she was at this moment.

This is it, she told herself. Nobody's forcing you to bend over and let this man take you from behind. You've got to admit at least to yourself that you want it bad. You've got no one to blame but yourself! Right?

And her body answered for her, grinding lewdly back into Birindelli's cock with her practically begging him to penetrate her and fuck her good with his massive desire-hardened penis.

But a gasp of pain from the other side of the mirror distracted them both for a moment and they looked up in time to see LaFarge, still on his hands and knees behind Jenifer, plunge his big middle finger up into the depths of the girl's cringing ass-hole.

"Not to worry," they heard Jacques assure the suffering girl, twisting his finger around in circles and stretching the pink elastic rectal opening. "You're just a little tight, my dear, and we have to widen you a little."

Jenifer continued to groan as if she were in real pain, and despite Birindelli's assurances that this was all an act for LaFarge's benefit, Ann began seriously wondering just how much this was really hurting her friend. The more she thought about it, the worse it seemed. This was not just a game, because that foul Frenchman was actually going to fuck her in the ass! He had every intention of shoving his hugely pulsating cock up into her anus! To the hilt!

But then events on her own side of the one-way mirror were causing the young brunette model to forget about her friend Jenifer for awhile. Birindelli, excited beyond endurance by the lewd tableau on the other side of the mirror and by the tantalizing closeness of Ann's softly willing body, had grown tired of waiting and was now trying to force his way up into her tight little cunt. She involuntarily cringed away as she felt his insistent male hardness pressing hotly against the soft vulnerable folds of her hair-covered pussy.

Then, with a shock, it hit her. Birindelli was much too big! He would split her in two just like her poor friend Jenifer was destined to be torn apart by the sadistic European. Her boss was going to impale her on the hugely throbbing length of his cock!

"Oh, I think… I think you're a little too big," she gasped, not wanting to offend him but feeling the pain as his lust-swollen penis moved inexorably up into her, the massive blood-filled head of his cock poking its way past the weak elastic ring of her pussy and firmly lodging itself in her vaginal passageway.

"What little girls have doesn't break," Birindelli mumbled. "Just relax for once."

Ann did her best to loosen the muscles in her softly trembling belly. Lewdly spreading her legs as far apart as she could without tearing the nylon panties pulled down around her thighs, as she leaned over the table, but she was forced to moan again as the muscular marketing executive thrust himself forward another inch or two up into her vainly resisting young cunt…

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she cried as he suddenly rammed his lust-hardened penis home, slamming into her delicately trembling body with the full pounding pressure of his lust.

Her unexpectedly violated cunt felt as if it were stretched all out of proportion; not even old Mr. Benson had filled her so completely. Her boss' strong sinewy thighs crashed into her nakedly upturned buttocks on the forward stroke, roughly pushing her up against the one-way mirror, and Ann could feel every ripple and ridge in Birindelli's long pulsating penis as it skewered snake-like up inside her steaming cuntal passage.

"Like it baby?" he inquired brutally. "You got the tightest little cunt I ever stuck myself into. What does that husband of yours have for a cock anyway, a toothpick?"

But the pain was too great for Ann to react to the insult to Frank's virility. She swung her buttocks to and fro in a vain attempt to break free of this murderous assault on her inexperienced pussy but she was penetrated and impaled like a helplessly pinned butterfly and there was no getting out of it now.

The sensitively quivering walls of her cant felt as if they were on fire, tortured by the unexpected size of the sexual organ deeply embedded in the depths of her nakedly writhing belly. Birindelli's long thick cock was flexing and pulsating way up inside her and the half-painful, half-ecstatic feeling seemed to extend all the way up through her lithe young body to her breasts.

Ann's eyes were fogged by liquor and pain, but what was happening on the other side of the mirror caught her attention again anyway, and she felt Birindelli hold still for a moment as if he too were interested in LaFarge's progress with Jenifer.

The Frenchman "with funny tastes" had just yanked three lewd fingers from inside Jenifer's rectum and was now forcing her nervously jerking buttocks even farther apart, in spite of the panties stretched tight around her softly trembling thighs, twisting the soft smooth flesh of her buttocks as he struggled to force open the cringing nether passage. Separating her legs even more widely with his knees, LaFarge dropped his head abruptly to the level of her ass-cheeks and began avidly licking the tormentedly exposed crevice in order to moisten the tiny puckered ring for his forced entry.

"Oooooooooah!" Ann and her boss heard the young blonde model groan as the lewd Frenchman's hotly searing tongue washed over the tight elastic opening to her uselessly clasped anus.

"I'm coming in now, baby," he crudely informed her, taking the huge bulbous tip of his penis between his fingers and gliding its thick rubbery end over her bunched panties and directly toward this unnatural entrance while Jenifer's cringing anus throbbed in abject helplessness.

The cruel ravishment began. From their vantage point behind the mirror, Ann and Birindelli could see Jenifer's smooth white thighs straining helplessly against her panties and the fragile pink flesh of her ass-hole futilely struggle to hold off this monstrous invasion as the long, thick cock maneuvered into position from behind. The battle was a short one. Rather than trying to slip inside of her slowly and gently, LaFarge simply slammed his hips forward, obviously not caring whether he hurt her or not. His huge blood-engorged penis surged easily forward past her inadequate fleshy defenses and disappeared from view, popping up inside her cruelly-stretched anus with a lewd sucking sound which could be heard in both rooms.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" came Jenifer's pleading, soul-shattering scream as the exquisite torture vibrated throughout her poor abused body. Her eyes wide open, the girl crouched down closer to the floor, crushing her nakedly heaving breasts against the plushiness of the rug, trying to ease the pain. But more groans issued from her wildly contorted mouth as LaFarge pressed eagerly forward again, stretching and tearing the delicate membranes of her brutally pierced rectum.

"My God! You're tight," the vice-president and his nubile young assistant heard the sadistic Frenchman mutter through clenched teeth, his fingernails digging viciously into Jenifer's vulnerable flesh as he struggled to completely bury his perversion-stiffened cock in the writhing model's tormented body.

Jenifer's only reply to this obscene remark was a groan of exhausted submissiveness. Ann could see that all the resistance was finished for her blonde-haired girlfriend. LaFarge could do anything he wanted to her now because the fight was gone. The pale, slender young woman was completely at the European's mercy, huddling in slave-like submission beneath him while his long brutalizing cock fucked unnaturally into her sadistically violated asshole.

Ann had never seen anyone so debauched and humiliated in her entire life and even as Birindelli's muscular cock began to saw slowly in and out of her own abused pussy, she found she could not tear her eyes away from the depraved sodomistic sex act being consummated before them on the other side of the mirror. LaFarge levered up on his knees, mumbling foul obscenities in French, and began to fuck lewdly in and out of Jenifer with long, smooth strokes, never quite withdrawing the cruel instrument of her torture past the painfully stretched elastic ring of her anus. With every backstroke, Ann could clearly see the tiny ridges of Jenifer's clasping pink anal flesh being pulled out along with the perverted designer's penis, only to disappear again as he plunged forward up into her with a viciously powerful forestroke.

"Exciting, isn't it," commented Birindelli casually as he continued to slide his long slippery cock in and out of Ann's gradually moistening vagina. The voluptuous brunette realized with a shock mat her own pain had almost vanished while she was preoccupied with the couple in the next room, and that her burly Italian boss was now sending tiny spurts of forbidden pleasure darting up through her entire trembling body.

And she had to admit that he was right. Despite her worries about Jenifer being ripped apart by the vicious ass-fucking the Frenchman was giving her, Ann had to confess to herself that the scene had highly aroused her. A strange masochistic feeling which she had never experienced before began to trickle through her confused, half-intoxicated mind. Keeping her eyes fixed on the sight of Jenifer's unnatural ravishment by LaFarge, she began experimentally undulating her own soft yielding buttocks in gentle lascivious circles, keeping time with the steadily persistent rhythm of Birindelli's hard-driving thrusts from behind. Towering over her submissive body, the corporation man smiled evilly to himself as he fucked into her wetly seeping pussy with long firm strokes, balancing the weight of his hard athletic body on the balls of his feet on the backstroke and then shifting it rapidly to his toes as he fucked relentlessly up into her. He could hear the faint sound of his balls slapping obscenely between her softly trembling thighs and feel her masochistic submissive desire growing steadily as the soft fleshy ridges inside her moistly flowering cunt clung to his pistoning cock, as if to prevent him from ever withdrawing from her.

"Oh, Christ," Ann burst out finally, no longer able to control her real feelings. "Don't ever stop! Fuck me like that! Keep going! Harder!"

This was all the encouragement Birindelli needed, if indeed he needed encouragement a all, and he grinned to himself in the dark concealed room, knowing that he had successfully fucked his way through the last wall of her resistance to him. Using his hands to open widely the moistened crevice of her buttocks, he looked down with satisfaction to see his angry red cock sliding wetly up into the willingly yielding softness of her vaginal canal, knowing that his young employee had never before in her life been fucked this deeply and that he had been given the privilege of blazing new trails into her warmly welcoming young cunt.

Ann moved her feet apart another few inches, ripping the seam of her tightly stretched panties, and feeling the cool wooden table top press against her naked flesh, and she sensuously rotated her heavy pendulous breasts against the smooth dry surface, deliberately exciting her tiny lust-stiffened nipples into even greater hardness. The humiliation and shame were all gone now, vanished completely and conquered by the delicious masochistic pleasure of bending over like the lowest of all slaves and being fucked brutally from behind, with her panties down around her knees, by this tough unfeelingly sensual man. Her mind was thoroughly fogged, but through the alcoholic mists came at least one clear thought: She would never be the same again! Once having known this tremendous stimulation, this hideously obscene pleasure, she could never go back to being the modest doctor's wife who accepted having a little tired sex in the missionary position only on Saturday nights. Whether he realized it or not, Birindelli was changing her life and she tightened the muscles in her wildly quivering belly and rocked back against her boss as her way of saying thank-you.

Once again opening her eyes, Ann saw that things were also changing on the other side of the mirror. Jenifer was still groaning and grunting every time LaFarge skewered viciously up into her, but the tone of her voice was different and Ann sensed that her friend was now fully lubricated inside her brutally-expanded anus and capable of giving as good as she got. Her slender panty-trapped hips were moving swiftly backwards to meet the lust-maddened Frenchman's forward surges and she ground her buttocks lasciviously into his loins with all the energy left in her fair white body, working lewdly against LaFarge like a female demon possessed by some evil spirit.

Jenifer's long blonde hair tossed through the air as her loins bucked and twisted beneath the sinewy Frenchman. To Ann, it looked as if her friend was actually pleading with her merciless lover to cum and fill her backside with his fiery white sperm. And LaFarge, seeming to sense his victim's sudden need for release, bent over her supple white back and reached across her churning belly to locate the tiny pink bud of her clitoris which he tickled and twirled maddeningly between his lewd fingers. Jenifer's savagely tormented body was not slow to react to this stimulation, jerking convulsively as LaFarge tortured her sensation-packed flesh and Ann realized that her friend was nearly at the point of an orgasm, despite all of the horrible things that had been done to her.

"Now! Now! Fuck my ass! Shove it up in me!" Ann and Birindelli heard the sex-maddened model scream as LaFarge fucked into her again and again. "Oh… Jacques…" she gasped, "… I'm… cum-m-m-m-m-m-in'!!!!!"

While Jenifer wallowed in the pleasure of this intense animal-like subjugation, LaFarge gasped for air, babbling incoherently in French, and shoved his body forward in a series of mighty thrusts which seemed strong enough to tear right through the delicate walls of her rectum and penetrate all the way up into her nakedly writhing belly. As Jenifer's orgasm rippled lightening-like through her frail body, the young blonde model tightened all the muscles in her frantically heaving belly, involuntarily doubling the pressure on LaFarge's relentlessly pistoning cock, and the Frenchman felt himself slipping. Groaning with delight, he poured his potent male sperm deep into her flowering young anus, filling her with the sticky hot liquid until it overflowed, forcing its way back down past the powerfully-ejaculating cock and dribbling down the crevice of her buttocks into her openly neglected cunt.

The two of them collapsed in a pile, groaning with the intense pleasure they had given each other, but Ann could no longer spare any attention for what was happening in the living room. She herself was fast approaching an orgasm, stimulated beyond control by what she had witnessed and by the feel of her boss' equally stimulated cock sawing in and out of her achingly throbbing cunt. Birindelli was fucking into her like a madman and she could feel every inch of his lust-crazed shaft as it buried itself deep within her. She bucked back against him with all the strength left in her pleasure-wracked body, and felt the unbearable tension that preceded her climax.

And then it began to happen!

"I'm cumming," she cried in a voice made shrill with lust. "Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

The orgiastic fluid from deep in her belly was flowing freely now and the lights in the room around them seemed to whirl and flash as the spasm swept uncontrollably over her, starting deep in her smoothly straining belly and radiating out in all directions as she frantically clutched the table beneath her for support.

Birindelli was not far behind, having held back and waited precisely for this moment. As he felt Ann's body begin to jerk convulsively and the hotly seeping walls of her vagina clasp desperately at his heavily pistoning cock, he let go entirely, giving himself over completely to the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced and pumping his thick viscous cum into her feverishly gasping body.

Feeling utterly spent and satisfied, Ann held weakly on to the table as the burly advertising executive emptied his aching loins into hers. All she wanted now was to crawl into a soft warm bed somewhere and sleep for about three days.

At last Birindelli pulled his slowly deflating penis out of her cum-drenched pussy and she gradually lifted herself into an upright position and pulled up her cum-soaked panties.

"Better get back out there before LaFarge gets suspicious," he ordered her briskly, as if nothing had happened. "But when he quits for the night, I'll be waiting in your bedroom for some more of that good stuff! And bring your panties!"