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« on: August 18, 2011, 09:16:17 PM »

(True story.  My first posted here or anywhere--please be kind!)

I've always found the scent of used panties alluring.  From my first timid sniffs to items pilfered from the family laundry hamper, to bolder expeditions in college dorms and laundry rooms, I enjoyed every opportunity possible to deeply inhale the feminine scent left behind on panties.  I've always been amazed at how a simple piece of cloth can be so sexy and get my heart racing, especially when coupled with the fear of being caught.  And it was best of all when I actually knew the woman or girl who owned the panties, so I could compare the way they usually smell (perfume, deodorant, etc.) to their more intimate scent. 

I'm married now and live in a house, so the days are long gone when I could  "accidentally" reach into the wrong basket in a communal laundry room, or visit the dorm rooms of lady friends and take illicit sniffs of their lingerie when they stepped out to the restroom or for a smoke.  Someday I may write other stories about previous adventures.  But I have one special story to share today: a story of the lush scent of innocence. 

We used to live near some good friends who lived together, a father and his adult daughter, Marie.  Both were avid churchgoers, but all of us enjoyed sci-fi movies so we'd get together a lot to watch stuff at their place.  They were both very straightlaced--never cursing, drinking, or watching anything too violent or sexy.  Marie often compained about how she was having no luck finding good Christian boys to date that matched her high standards, and her father would tease her sometimes about being 24 and a virgin spinster.

A word about Marie: she was gorgeous.  Long brown hair, bright green eyes, and a fantastic body.  Not in a supermodel or porn star kind of way--she just had a wonderful feminine shape, with beautiful breasts, and hips and ass that filled out her jeans just right.  She was always modest, wearing long dresses and skirts, or t-shirts and jeans.  Hell, she'd blush and leave the room anytime something the slightest bit naughty showed up in one of the movies or shows we'd watch.  That made her all the sexier. Her smile was dazzling, and the totality of her person was so intoxicating that many times I'd get hard just being near her.  It got to the point where I would deliberately pick a spot on their couch when we'd come over to watch TV, because I could grab the couch cushions to cover the bulge in my pants that would erupt as I watched the flickering TV play over her features and curves. 

They lived in a two bedroom, two bathroom apartment, and they always said that guests were welcome to use "his" bathroom or "hers."  On more than a few visits I'd jerk off in her bathroom, aroused just at the idea of being in the same place where she'd wash her beautiful body.  I'd grab her bath towel and deeply inhale the scent--I imagined a hint of her cunt smell on it along with the floral elements of her shower gel, but I always thought it was wistful thinking.  But she was usually very organized and kept her dirty underwear in her room.  I was never bold enough to go in there and go through her hamper for fear of being caught.

But one evening when we visited, I got lucky.  I had to use the restroom, and as I hurried upstairs she said, "Go use my dad's, mine's a mess."  I went over to her dad's bathroom, but he was in it.  I shrugged and called to Marie that I was a slob myself and wasn't bothered by anything, and went into her bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me.  My breath caught in my chest at what I saw.  She'd must have been running earlier that day, because a t-shirt and sports bra lay on the ground.  Instantly hard, I snatched them off the ground.  I breathed deep the scent of the sports bra, and reveled in the clean smell of her sweat and deodorant.  Then I realized I'd revealed the true prize beneath:

A pair of gray leggings were on the floor. She was too modest to wear shorts, of course.  With trembling hands, I picked up the leggings, hoping beyond hope--yes, YES! A pair of cotton boyshorts panties, slightly damp with sweat.  Of course my sweet Marie wouldn't wear anything too sexy like a thong or bikini briefs, that wasn't her style.  I took the panties out of the leggings and turned them inside out.  A white dampness covered the crotch, making the soft cotton slightly stiff there with her secretions.  A small brown stain where her beautiful ass must have rubbed up against the cloth. 

I wasted no time, dropping my pants and boxers to the ground and allowing my stiff cock to leap up.  I held the panties up to my nose and breathed deep her scent--first the pussy area, then the ass.  I began to jerk my cock as I smelled every part of her panties--the clean, salty sweat; the musky earthiness of the ass stain; and at last, the sweet feminine smell of her pussy.  It was light but sexy, as beautiful a pussy as I'd ever smelled.  I knew I wouldn't last long, but I had one last thing to do: taste my virgin goddess.

Thrusting my cock into my pumping fist, I opened my mouth and placed the still-damp crotch of the panties on my tongue.  Faster, faster...  I ran my tongue over the stain, pausing, then tasting the shitstain.  Harder, a stronger grip on my rock hard cock. Desperate to taste more of Marie, I chewed on the fabric, hoping to release more of her essence with the pressure of my teeth.  A sweetness and muskiness filled my tastebuds, and as I realized I was possibly the first man to taste her most intimate flavor and aroma--before whatever lucky man she might marry--I began to cum.  With the last bit of rational thought I had left, I pointed my spurting cock towards her toilet and shot ropes of thick sperm all over and into the bowl. 

Catching my breath, I grabbed toilet paper and cleaned up the spillage.  I looked at my watch--it had been just 3 minutes, though it felt like an hour.  I rested for a moment--no sense coming out of the bathroom panting like I'd just run a marathon, right?  I carefully tucked her panties back into her leggings, and arranged the clothes as I'd found them.  Flushed the toilet, and before I left, gargled with a bit of her mouthwash.  (Didn't want to explain to my wife why I had another woman's pussy on my breath!)

I went back downstairs, and laughed at Marie.  "You and my wife, both such slobs!  Whatever, nothing I haven't seen before."  She laughed too, and shot me that smile that thrilled me so much.  I know what your beautiful pussy smells like, Marie, I thought. The man that wins your heart and your hand in marriage will be so lucky...but I tasted you first!

We spent a lot of time with Marie and her dad, but we've since moved away. She's still single, still looking for the one.  She posts a lot of pictures on her Facebook page, and I love looking at them every now and then.  Once in a while, when I know I'm alone, I'll look at pictures from her beach trips, and grow aroused as I look at pictures of the sun caressing her gorgeous body.  And as I focus my gaze on her swimsuit-clad pussy, I remember diving into her wondrous panties, and I reach for my throbbing cock to seek release.
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« Reply #1 on: August 19, 2011, 04:47:42 PM »

Thanks for the compliments--especially Libertine.  Always high praise to compliment a story with a kink that's not your own. Smiley  (And definitely agreed on the freshly-washed hair thing.)
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« Reply #2 on: August 25, 2011, 02:06:55 AM »

Good story.  Please write more and don't be afraid to fantasize.  After all...the "True Stories" heading is a bit tongue in cheek.
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« Reply #3 on: November 18, 2020, 04:28:32 AM »

We used to live near some good friends who lived together, a father and his adult daughter, Marie.  Both were avid churchgoers, but all of us enjoyed sci-fi movies so we'd get together a lot to watch stuff at their place. 

They were both very straightlaced--never cursing, drinking, or watching anything too violent or sexy.  Marie often compained about how she was having no luck finding good Christian boys to date that matched her high standards, and her father would tease her sometimes about being 24 and a virgin spinster.


In addition to sniffing her panties, imagine you would've loved to have been the first penis in the Christian girl's sweet pussy.
As a man, you would love to "educate" her on the real world of dating and sex, and thrust deep into her, plunging deep into the depths of her Christian innocence as you show her how living can be..
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