N Van Heller
A panty compulsion

CHAPTER ONE

The long low Jaguar cruised through the park like a slinking animal stalking its prey, pausing for a moment while the voluptuously sensual woman inside shifted gears, then the car soared effortlessly up the winding road ahead.

At that moment, Sally Baxter, the honey-haired blonde behind the wheel, was hardly aware of the battered black Plymouth following several hundred yards behind. Other things were whirling through her mind… other more important things… like handsome young boys! She knew she would find them here… she had to find them!

It was getting urgent now. Her head was pounding, her throat was dry as sandpaper and a strange nervous trembling had seized her entire curvaceous body so that her hands shook noticeably as she held the steering wheel. A light sweat began to break out on her forehead as, almost unconsciously, she reached for the top button of her blouse and undid them one by one. Casually, the flimsy see-through material fell away from the ripely swelling cleavage of her young breasts until just a hint of the rich white mounds protruded from her brassiere.

Slowing the flashy sports car to a prowl, Sally hungrily scanned the fields along the side of the road… God, nothing yet! Where were they all hiding, those young innocent boys that she needed so badly? Didn't they know she wasn't going to hurt them? Didn't they understand that she needed them… needed them to watch her as she spread her legs apart and salaciously ran her fingers over the soft silkiness of her white bikini panties?

If only she could control herself… but she had been possessed by the lewd urge to expose her panties ever since the age of thirteen… ever since the obscene day when her uncle had come into her bedroom and locked the door behind him. God, she could remember every second of the depraved experience now… the twisted lust-contorted expression on his face, the filthy things he had said to her… even the way he had moved menacingly toward her as she backed off toward the wall step by step.

Her mind's eye blurred in confusion as it focused on a tangle of arms and legs, as it watched herself as a young helpless girl being thrown on the bed, her clothes violently ripped away from her until she was left with nothing but her little white panties, struggling to hold them on while her passion-crazed uncle fought to tear them away.

Even now the memory of the wicked event was making her head throb like a jackhammer. And then, miraculously out of the corner of the eye she sighted what she had been looking for all along!

There at the side of the road only a hundred feet away stood a whole enticing group of teenage boys gathered around a picnic table… handsome innocent young boys who sent electrical thrills pulsing through her grown womanly body. No, Sally, no, a tiny inner voice warned her. Don't do it here, there are too many of them. They'll tell someone, you'll be discovered. Wait, wait, the voice cautioned, though her loins were already burning with a forbidden passion that could only be satisfied by the lewd act.

The obscene temptation was unbearable. Those young boys were gaping wildly at her now, they had seen the suggestive way she had undone her blouse. God, they were so youthful, so responsive. They were whistling at her. Her warmly pulsing pussy was beginning to throb and ache all over as the first tiny droplets of excited moisture seeped into the close clinging crotch-band of her skimpy panties. The tiny voice inside her mind began to scream and shriek at her, until in response she jammed down on the accelerator, lurching the car powerfully up the road ahead only to leave the young boys dangling behind in their lewd daydreams.

At that very moment the stocky man in the black Plymouth stepped down hard on his own accelerator, inadvertantly jostling the expensive movie camera laying on the front seat. Catching it out of the corner of his eye, he winced painfully. Hell, Nestor, he chided himself, you can't take chances with an expensive piece of equipment like that, not when it's going to get you all the evidence you need on that sexy Baxter dame.

Picking up speed the Jaguar powered around a sharp bend. Every second now Sally was becoming more passionately desperate. God, if she could only find some young boys in a quiet secluded place. Only then, when she had acted out her licentious fantasy in front of them, would she be cured of the terrible headache and nervous trembling that afflicted her.

Row after row of dark pine trees whizzed by on either side of the road until a grassy clearing opened up. Sally slammed on the brake as she suddenly caught sight of two young boys playing a harmless game of catch. God… at last, she breathed in relief, pulling the car hurriedly over to the side of the road.

From the distance the two handsome youngsters looked to be fifteen or sixteen. The oldest boy, who had removed his tee-shirt, was taller than his stocky friend, and Sally could see his youthfully well-formed muscles straining sensually as he leaped up in the air with his glove for an overthrown ball. Already the lascivious excitement of wild anticipation was crawling like a furry caterpillar all over her passion-starved body. This was the perfect place. No one in the world would ever discover her here!

But as this reassuring thought flashed through her mind, the black Plymouth rounded the last bend before the hollow. Completely oblivious to the man who was shadowing her, Sally's eagerly aroused body began to shiver with tingling excitement. She slid out from behind the driver's seat, slammed the door shut and set out to pick her way carefully through the uncut grass toward the bowl-shaped hollow below where she had sighted the young boys.

About a hundred yards away she noticed a tall shade tree that would make a perfect shelter from the curious eyes of anyone else who might happen to wander by. It was as though fate had guided her to this place, as though she were being inexorably drawn to the innocent teenagers by some hypnotic magnet…

Goddamn! Finally! It's about time, Nestor Burns thought to himself. The Baxter dame he'd been following for a week was about to make her move. Approaching cautiously, Burns brought his Plymouth to a halt beside the now-deserted Jaguar. With the engine still revving in neutral, he hopped out, clicked the door shut and scanned the area in front of him.

The blonde had vanished… at least that was his first thought, but then, shading his eyes, he caught sight of her provocatively moving form. Sure enough, she was heading right toward those two young kids! It all made sense now… the way she had slowed down in front of those other teenagers gathered around the picnic table… the way she had been impatiently cruising around the park all day. Damn, he should have known it all along. She was going to throw a trick to those kids. She was hot stuff all right, and her husband was going to be very interested in how she spent her afternoons. Ten to one, he'd be willing to pay plenty for some juicy little home movies.

Burns surveyed the situation and decided the best shots would come from the other side of the hollow, where he could hide himself among a grove of pines. But there was no time to waste, hurriedly, he dashed back to his car, parked it out of sight in front of the Jaguar and, with his camera in hand, began to wind his way through the woods.

At that moment the two young boys, Tom Wilson and Jimmy Crowder, were completely unaware of the two figures approaching them from different angles… and that was just as well, Sally Baxter thought to herself, because she could see their exciting teenage bodies perfectly. She could see their sweat-glistening muscles as they leaped and ran like beautiful male animals for the baseball.

Reaching the tall umbrella-like shade tree, Sally impatiently cleared the grass beneath her of twigs and small stones, sat down and rested her back against the tree's thick, comfortable trunk. Her sensually excited body was so tense now she thought it was going to burst open. The sight of the young boys was sending lewd shivers of trembling pleasure up and down her spine. God, they were so young they couldn't possibly realize how much they had excited her. They would never realize it either because she was going to satisfy the aching pangs of lust searing inside her as quickly as possible. She was going to use these innocent teenagers as she had secretly done so many times in the past. She was going to cure her headache and this was the only way…

Sally kicked off her high-heeled shoes and spread her long slender legs apart against the smooth cool blanket of green grass. Her short blue skirt wrinkled up high on the milk-white fullness of her nakedly exposed thighs until she could feel the light Spring breeze rush in up between her widespread thighs and brush the silken warmth of her panties. Slowly, tenderly, as her eyes fixed on the young boys below, her fingers began to lovingly caress the insides of her parted legs, gliding up and down along the soft sensitive skin like rippling little waves…

Nestor Burns by now was beginning to curse himself for the predicaments his job always got him into for as he worked his way toward the pine grove, pine needles were piercing into his suit coat, boughs of trees were whipping back at him, stones and rocks were scuffing his shoes… Hell, but at least I'm gonna get some good shots of this crazy dame when she makes her play for those kids, he consoled himself.

When he had finally maneuvered directly opposite the big tree where the Baxter woman had taken refuge, he crouched down low beneath a bushy pine and aimed his camera. For several minutes he waited… and then at long last things began to happen. Jimmy, a chubby kid, had just overthrown the baseball in Sally's direction, and his friend was chasing after it.

Sally's pulse began hammering again as she watched the tall bare-chested blond boy running up the hillside in her direction to retrieve the ball. Her yearning nipples sprang out hard against her restraining brassiere as chills of obscene excitement rippled upward from her wetly throbbing vagina.

Any minute now this young boy was going to stop dead in his tracks and take notice of her. God, how desperately she wanted him to gape and see what she was doing up between her wide-splayed legs. How badly she wanted him to stare at the scanty strip of her sheer white panties running thinly up between her thighs – covering her secret flesh… protecting it, keeping it safe from harm and the vile hands of vile men.

The moment she had been waiting for arrived at last… the blond boy, Tom Wilson, had just stopped to scoop up the baseball when the strange sight suddenly hit him. He blinked his eyes incredulously. God, he could even see her beautiful panties nestling up between her fully parted thighs. And Jesus, he could hardly believe what she was doing to herself! Her hands had glided up to her ripely matured breasts, cupping and kneading them, squeezing the soft-looking mounds against each other. It looked as though any second they were going to spring loose from her white lacy brassiere and lewdly pop out from her half-undone blouse. Tom's body froze.

"Holy crap!" he swore. What the hell was going on?

In the meantime, Jimmy was getting impatient.

"You gonna play boll or not?" he whined from down below, but still Tom didn't budge, his innocent young eyes fixed like rivets on the beautiful older woman licentiously fondling her breasts.

"Hey, come on, will ya?" Jimmy called again until finally in exasperation he threw his glove on the ground and headed up toward his friend. As the chubby youth came within earshot, Tom spun quickly around and put his finger on his mouth in a shushing gesture. "Get down quick," he whispered.

"What the…"

Obediently, the chubby boy sank to his knees a couple of feet behind Tom.

God, they had seen her now, Sally thought, as she blinked her eyes open momentarily. Rapidly her heart began to pound. She had obscenely trapped them, and now she was going to give them the thrill of their youthful lives. She was going to tease them until their young little cocks excitedly swelled to the bursting point inside their pants. Slowly, sensually, Sally Baxter's fingers descended from her breasts to the remaining three buttons of her blouse. She toyed with them tantalizingly for a long moment.

"Holy crap!" Jimmy gasped excitedly. "She's, she's…"

"Jesus, she's takin' her blouse off," Tom whispered in awe, watching her slowly pull it from her skirt. But the two pairs of youthful eyes were not the only ones focused on the salacious spectacle, for now every movement in the little grassy hollow was being recorded on film.

The movie camera whirred silently as Nestor Burns held it steadily in front of him in his prone position on the ground. Hell, this was real dynamite! He had merely expected the Baxter dame to lure those kids off somewhere in her car, but now she was going to do a regular strip act in broad daylight. Nestor could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the voluptuous blonde's hands slowly sliding up behind her back. Jesus, she was going to take her brassiere off!

At the same time Nestor Burns was peering through the viewfinder of his camera, the two young boys were holding their breath in amazement. Sally's curvaceous body wriggled, and she undid the tiny snaps, sliding down the shoulder straps to suddenly reveal the lusciously swelling flesh of her naked white breasts.

"Jesus!" Tom exclaimed excitedly, his eager young cock swelling up like a small hardened spear inside his pants.

"Man, would you look at those tits!" the chubby boy croaked.

Sally reveled in the wickedly naked exposure of her breasts as she heard the excited little whisperings float up the hill. Out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed at the two youths crouching in the grass below, their eyes heatedly fixed on her every move. Thank God, she thought, her headache was beginning to disappear, and soon it would be all gone.

Warm droplets of lust-secretions began to seep into the already passion-soaked silk of her panties, a signal that any minute she would soon be released from the nervous horror that had seized her. To build her trembling body toward the point of climax, she cupped the softly quivering mounds of her breasts with the palms of her hands and began to knead and squeeze them again, her thumbs teasing at the tiny bud-like nipples, tracing tiny aching circles around them.

Not in their wildest dreams had the two boys ever conjured a scene lice this… a strange, beautiful woman stripping and sensuously fondling herself right before their eyes!

"God, she's rubbin' 'em, she's rubbin' her tits," Jimmy hissed.

"Shut up, she'll hear us."

"Look at her now. Crap, she's spreadin' her legs apart."

Tremors of rapidly building lust sped through Sally's trembling body as the clandestine whispers grew louder and louder. In response, she lifted her knees up toward her nakedly exposed breasts, her daring short skirt riding up over her flaring hips to expose the glimmering whiteness of her little panties.

"Man, I don't know about you, but I'm gonna crawl further up and get a good look," Tom said.

"I'm right behind ya," Jimmy whispered, as his friend began to slide through the grass on his belly.

But even as they crawled stealthily toward her, the exhibitionistic young wife could follow their every move. God, this is what she had wanted all along, to tease and thrill these little boys with the salacious sight of her nylon panties until they could stand it no more, to make them pay for what her uncle had done to her so long ago. Each second they drew closer, her brazenly exposed body pounded and throbbed even more with lewd excitement.

Hypnotically, her hands slid up between the sensual whiteness of her inner thighs, and slowly, carefully, she began to caress the tingling flesh of her naked legs, her fingers moving up and down against the warmth of her wide-splayed legs like soft tickling feathers. Inch by inch they slithered up toward the glimmering whiteness of her panties, toward the little golden strands of pubic hair that curled invitingly out from the elastic crotch-band which held them captive. The lust-moisture from her throbbing young cunt began to seep faster and faster into the tightly clinging web of silk until she could actually feel a thin stream running down her vaginal furrow and into her quivering anal crevice.

By now the young boys had reached the natural protection of a rock outcropping only twenty feet away from the sensually reclining woman. Their virilely hardened cocks pounded inside their pants as they stared in lewd amazement at the crazy things the half-naked young woman was doing to herself. Suddenly they heard a low moan of lascivious excitement break from her lust-contorted lips as her hand dropped to her vaginal mound.

"She's… she's gonna beat her meat!" Jimmy gasped.

"Jesus… I can't believe it!"

The whole scene was like something out of an obscene wet dream… the lushly ripened older woman spread-eagled on the grass, her full naked breasts rising from her panting chest, her long shapely legs bent up toward her chest and spread wide, wide apart. Their mouths hung agape as they took it all in, as they watched her hand begin to circle lightly around the soft-looking mound of her panty-covered cunt.

Sally's fingers caressed the soft sicken garment lightly, and she felt surge after surge of forbidden excitement shoot through her like sudden jolts of electricity as images of the blonde bare-chested boy whirled crazily around in her passion-crazed mind. God, how desperately she had wanted to do this…

Her hips began a series of slow up and down undulations in an even hypnotic rhythm as the stroking fingers of her hand danced over the rapidly moistening silken crotch-band of her panties.

Tom Wilson could barely keep his painfully throbbing cock inside his pants as he peered over the rocks at the incredible sight. Jim, crouched by his side, breathed hotly against his neck.

Suddenly the blonde woman's fingers slipped beneath the resilient elastic crotch-band and pulled it aside, revealing the blonde, hair-covered mound of her wetly glistening pussy.

"Jeeesus," Jimmy breathed. "Just look at that cunt!"

… Meanwhile the movie camera hidden in the distant pines whirred on and on recording every second of the woman's progress toward orgasm. Nestor Burns could hardly believe what he was seeing through the lens. In fact, it was so incredible he was going to get an even closer look no matter what the risk. With the camera still rolling, he crawled forward from under his camouflage, slithering quietly inch by inch into the field the young thrill-seeking kids had just vacated. As he snaked forward the writhing figure of the hot little blonde came into better and better focus. He could even see the extended middle finger of her left hand poised above the nakedly exposed slit of her pussy…

Slowly, carefully, her finger descended toward the wetly glistening little cuntal opening. Her eagerly trembling body was motionless until her finger tip made a sudden delicious contact with her hotly pulsating cuntal furrow. For a long second she quivered like a bow-string, then she could stand it no longer! Slowly she pushed inward into the warm wet flesh of her vaginal lips.

"Aaaaaagh," she gasped in sudden relief.

"Jesus!" the tall blond boy whispered. His youthful cock was rock-hard and pounding inside his pants and a light sweat broke out on his forehead. God, even though he could see it, he still did not believe it! She was going to finger-fuck herself in broad daylight! He watched excitedly as her gyrating hips ground up and down like a machine against her outstretched finger, causing the bulging mound of her pussy to look like it was going to swallow her whole hand…

Tiny tingling sensations streamed through Sally's shamelessly aroused body as her fingers groped for her passion-dampened cuntal slit. Jerking the tight elastic leg-band of her bikini panties farther aside with one hand, she slid the relentlessly probing extended middle finger of her other hand even deeper up into the tight wetness of her splayed out cuntal slit. She used her other fingers to part the soft wet curls of sparse pubic hair framing the small pink opening.

A low moan breaking from her lust-contorted lips, she thrust her extended middle finger all the way up to the hilt into the slippery warmth.

"Goddamn! Oh, God… damn!" Jimmy panted, barely able to control himself.

The young wife's eyes remained clenched tightly shut as her extended middle finger began slowly fucking in and out of her hotly absorbing cunt. But still her ears were open and she reveled in the excited whispers of the aroused young boys. The very thought of them watching while she fingered herself drove her into a wild state of narcissistic lust. Her trembling legs suddenly kicked out, her heels digging fiercely into the grass beneath, as though to brace herself.

Jimmy's eyes bulged out like watermelons from his chubby face, his stiffened young penis jerking wildly inside his pants. God, how he wanted to jump on top of her and cum all over her silky white panties! His hands were sweating profusely with crazy excitement. God, it was like something out of the dirty picture books they passed around in school…

Sally could feel the fires of lust hotly scorching her passion-inflamed body now. Her full red lips bared back over her teeth and her hips undulated almost violently as she arched up her back so that her hotly palpitating pussy lips could devour even more of her extended middle finger. Any minute she was going to cum! She could feel every tautly tensing muscle in her contorting body straining toward the nerve-shattering climax that would finally release her from the lewd racing tension.

With her free hand she grasped the silken crotch-band of her lust-drenched panties, caressing and squeezing it as the extended middle finger of her other hand sawed wantonly in and out of her tight little cunt. Her voluptuously swaying breasts rose and fell as heavy gasps and moans gunned from her lips. Her head began to thrash from side to side, the long golden locks of her flailing hair from shoulder to shoulder. The veins in her neck stood out like velvet-covered steel tendons as her convulsing body strained and writhed insanely.

As she gasped and moaned in wild feverish abandon, the hand between her legs harshly twisted and turned, her bobbing fingers sucking and sluicing against the thick warm fluid up inside her cunt. God, if only she could reach her fist all the way up inside her quaking belly! While her hips lewdly bobbed and jerked and her flexing buttocks slapped against the grass beneath, she inserted a second extended finger deep up into her hungrily grasping vagina. The two stiffly probing fingers went deep, deep up into her pulsing young cunt and she could feel the extra width bringing her double pleasure. Gasping and moaning desperately, she twisted and writhed on the ground. Oh God, she could feel her orgasm coming… How she could feel it!!

Nestor Burns, who had returned to his camera, carefully adjusted the zoom lens to home in on the salacious spectacle on the other side. God, that Baxter bitch was a hot piece of ass, he swore to himself.

As though to confirm the detective's thoughts, a long frenzied moan of sheer ecstasy rumbled from Sally's straining throat as her whole twisting body worked toward orgasm. Suddenly her legs twitched up and out, kicking spasmodically. Her pelvis jerked lewdly upward as her feet thudded hard to the ground again.

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.