Plastic Panties The Kink Olympics

"Hello, Ladies and Gentlemen. We hope you're having a great day and welcome to our annual 'Plastic Panties Kink Olympics.' As you know, our six contestants must endure cum-inducing feats of the naughtiest endurance. The last to splash all over their PVC Knickers is crowned 'Kink Panty Queen or King."

The stadium crowd whooped and cheered as the plastic clad athletes rustled, limbering up. All six contestants stretched and bent then ran on the spot. "Can I please remind the crowd that there's no wanking permitted in the stadium." There were several groans as cocks strained in tight denim beneath glossy events programmes. One of the ladies in the audience rubbed her leather handbag between her legs.

Robert and Kim, Suzy and Tim, the reigning champion, Juan from Mexico and Martha looked straight ahead in anticipation. The first event was the plastic on plastic 500 metres race. A busty brunette and her assistant, a leggy red-head helped our intrepid Kinksters into PVC shorts. Suzy shivered as a second layer of vinyl rubbed her plastic hugging camel-toe.

The six contestants lined up. They looked towards the finish line. Tim could feel the smooth kink gather between his hungry cheeks. Silence. Crowd silence. Then, the bang of the starting gun.

Claire leads with her knickers protesting like thunder. She feels the thin, crisp PVC, still stiff, edging up her cunt. She tries to think of something else as Tim catches up.

It's too much for Juan. He nearly doubles up. Our reigning champion keels in a breathless heap. He whips his kinky sports shorts off. Reaching inside his thick knickers elastic, he whips his cock out of the panty leg and beats his beaten length until he pops in Kink Nirvana. The crowd claps at his milky finish. He gathers his breath. He stands and waves as spunk dribbles over his knuckles. He licks his salty sauce before hanging his tension-free head. Juan watches Suzy cross the line with Tim just behind her. Juan leaves the track for another noisy thrap.

The crowd is riotous as the double bars are wheeled into their positions. Canadian Kim gulps as carrabinas are attached to her bright yellow knickers elastics. Her throat feels dry. Her chest and temples thump. She walks over to the bars in trepidation. Each of our five contestants are hoisted up on bungee ropes. Kim feels her PVC tighten between her arse and dampening mound. The contestants hang by their kinky smalls. Tim clenches his teeth as he's swung back and forth by the two assistants. His bulge strains as a tall blonde pushes his arse. A blonde in front, jumps to push him back. Tim sees white stars dancing before his tightly shut eyes. He hears Kim whimper.

Kim swings in her yellow plastic. Her knickers glide over her wet clit. The crowd can see her perfectly manicured thick landing-strip through her opaque sunny yellow panties. The contestants swing as Kim reaches for her perky nipples. She rubs her vest over her tight nubs. Her stomach flutters. It's hot inside her naughty garb as her clitty pulses with excitement. She gasps, "Oh, make me cum. Please. Make me cum." She feels so dizzy.

Her two assistants part her suspended legs and hoist her bum up to the crowd. Kim hooks her arms around the bungee elastics and kneads her plump nipples. The assistants slacken her knickers as they reach inside. Kim hears knuckles slapping inside her panties as her helpers 'bring her off.' She jerks as two fingers bully her arsehole. The other male wanks her off. "Oh fuck!," she wheezes as busy fingers work her cunt. "Oh fuck. No." Kim squirts. Her girly cum puddles in her kinky gusset. The man's hand drips. Her honey runs between her arse crack as she shudders on the elastics. The crowd cheers at her climax. Kim's knees give as she's lowered to the grass. She's helped up. Kim leaves in victorious abandonment. Her public frig beats her overall loss.

"I guess Kim is a glass half-full girl," the cheery commentator sings into his microphone. Some of the crowd gives in. An older spectator pumps his cock.

"Oh my goodness," exclaims a female spectator, pointing. "Has he been disqualified?" asks another. People are straining their necks to see what the judge is doing with Tim. The German has been ushered aside whilst the judge pulls his tight, black PVC bikini briefs away from his bum.

"They're flocked," the judge barks. "Yes! They've got a cotton interior. That's not allowed. A lining is against the rules." The judge gasps. "And look here. Our man from Berlin has doubled up. It's back to front too." He was right. Underneath the German's shiny tight panties was a bright red glossy PVC thong. He was wearing that back to front. Tim throws his arms up and shrugs. The crowd jeers. Many clap. Tim is disqualified. He saunters off the sports track looking back and prodding his finger in mid air. A married couple duck under the barrier and follow him into the changing room.

Suzy dreads the next challenge as the commentator addresses the crowd. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm sad to inform you that Tim has been disqualified. His panties were lined with cotton and worst, he doubled up with a plastic thong. It was worn incorrectly, back to front, and also should not have accompanied his rule breaking briefs. Mr. and Mrs. Artemis will punish him with whips and ice. And now..."

Martha, Suzy and Robert lay down. They each prop their bums in the air with their elbows on the ground. Martha caresses the pink plastic creased tight across her elevated arse.

"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, we move swiftly on to the 'Panty See-Saw' event." He smiles broadly as he lowers his microphone and sweeps his arm. The crowd applauds. Martha mutters and blows her red hair from her face. Two assistants take up her pink high-leg knickers. One of the girls straddles Martha whilst another pushes against the Sportswoman's bum. Martha has a shiny tight PVC derriere in her face whilst the weight of another's bosom brushes her arse.

The girls hook their thumbs and forefingers on either side of Martha's kinky knickers elastics. They pull her panties tight across her pussy. The Swedish competitior gasps. "I can see my face in her glossy knicks," one giggles. The gun signals the fun. Martha heaves.

The girls are thumbing the fat plastic knickers hems and rocking them back and fro. Martha can feel the kink on her clit. Her shiny cherry glistens as it rolls beneath her glossy knickers. Four hands massage her PVC over her flitting clitty and straining arsehole. Martha's nearly unconscious. The plastic cracks and rustles, it crackles and whips up her musky pussy. "Oh fuck," screams Martha. The Swede reaches into her rolling gusset. She frigs as she frigs for Sweden. "Oh my! Oh." A palm reaches over her hand. Her pink panties are a commotion. Her wet cherry is nipped and circled as Martha frigs and cums. "Oh fuck," she judders before falling limp. Martha revels in her sopping, kinky knickers for the whole world to see. She takes her time before waving as she leaves the competition.

"That was a hell of a brazen bronze finish from Miss Sweden, I'd say. And now we're down to Suzy and Robert. "The Yank and The Brit must get down and naughty in their quest for Gold in the clincher we call 'The Vinyl Delay.'" Suzy eyes Robert's dancing bulge. Robert can feel his cock rubbing against his knickers. "Where are you from, Suzy?" Suzy giggles and whispers into the microphone. Her face is flushed. "Hi fans. I'm from Idaho in The USA." The crowd claps rapturously. Robert gulps.

"And Robert, where do you hail from?" Robert's head is full of his cock. His manhood strains in creased, taut plastic.

"I'm going for Gold for Birmingham in England," he punches. Then his brow furrows.

"Fans, as is custom, Suzy will pick a position from the hat. Panties must be worn at all times. Our lovely assistants are on hand to put a spanner in the works; they'll be rubbing you up as you fuck. And remember! Delay is the key. The last to cum takes Gold." Suzy looks to Robert. She dips her hand in the small sack full of tickets. Then she ferrets inside and reads.

"Our position this year..." she smiles, "is...a-doggy stylee."

The crowd go wild. They jump up and clap. They thrap and wank. They frig and strum. Cocks and pussies weep plenty. Some are on their second or third climax.

Robert leans in front of the judge to Suzy. "I won't grease your fanny," he whispers.

"My fanny?" she retorts. "Honey. This ain't no anal event."

Robert laughs. "No fanny, over here, means the same as your pussy."

Suzy smooths her PVC wrapped bum. She kneels to adopt the doggy style. She's already past ready. She gasps as Robert pulls a donkey sized cock from his panty leg. The assistants pull and tease his plastic. They unstick Suzy's from her bum. Suzy feels cool air on her wet love opening. All she can think about is Gold.

Robert enters Suzy. He rocks as she pushes against him. An assistant is already working her tits. Another pulls Robert's kink up between his arse cheeks. They're circling his loosened gusset about.

Suzy feels his pre-cum on her inner thigh. Robert is certainly stretching her as her panties crackle. He pumps deep inside. They're both trying to delay. The audience is deadly quiet. They're thinking of gold.

Suzy wants to take his load and walk away with the gong. But she feels full and stretched. His equestrian cock is pulsing deep inside. Robert is starting to grunt.

The assistants smooth kink and flick arse buds. They pinch nipples, scratch bums and tease each competitor's knickers. The Gold prize flickers and disappears from Robert's frenzied mind. He quickens his tempo. Suzy is tightening. Her bum bud is starting to give her game away as it protests. Panties fill the air as they rub and crack, rustle and mimic rain on flysheets.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh, Robert just spuzz." Robert clenches his teeth. Suzy is squelching and moaning like a silver-placed whore. Robert tries not to think of voyeurism. But his brain is frenzied. His cock is straining. The assistants are spanking his plastic arse. He grunts and spunks. He fills her up. His cream spats over her knickers.

"Oh Robert," cries Suzy, "I'm nearly there." Robert goes again for some kind of victory lap. Her pussy is already dripping with a cum cocktail. "Oh Robert," she explodes and collapses. The crowd applauds. Robert pulls out from Suzy to take silver. He's happy with that. Suzy is our Panty Kink Gold. She's this year's Kink Panty Queen. She straightens her knickers to stand tall. Their cream sits in her gusset and runs down her winning legs.