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LLP-306 A Panty Compulsion by N. Van Heller

Chapter 1

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 Ions d w do saver by 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 Self, 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!"

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