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 Forecast for July 20th.  95 degrees, 100% humidity.  Stultifying heat,
oppressive even.  Everhard Ballard watched the big-titted weather girl on
the Spanish station with a hard on.

   Pervatron translation: 100% percent chance of bushels of sopping wet,
soiled, stinking, funky panties will be left on the floors of bedrooms,
bathrooms and laundry rooms all over his working class neighborhood today
and tonight.  Thongs, granny panties, bikini bottoms, men's boxer shorts
worn by teen girls, plain white cotton briefs with a wet swath a half a
foot wide from the top of the ass crack all the way to the waistline around
front.  Jogging shorts, skin tight yoga pants, boy shorts, tangas, French
cut frilly ones, brightly colored rayon knockoffs from Wal-Mart to pink
silk valentine's day specials from Victoria's Secret, every fiber saturated
through with the glorious aroma that can only come from the burning hot wet
furnace of a female cleft.

   Everhard shot spunk all over his white t-shirt.  The same t-shirt that
he had worn yesterday that was crusted with dozens of loads of sperm he'd
worked out by hand with robotic efficiency.  All with the aid of a damp
pair of stolen panties plastered to his face.

   Today he coveted his next door neighbor's delicious scent.  Bridget
Boyd, a 45-yo divorced mother of three--all grown now and moved away.  She
was a big strong corn-fed girl from farm country out in the middle of
Pennsyltucky.  Upon first glance she looked to be a head turner, blonde,
big tits natural DDs!, curvy hips, and big round butt.  As you got within
10 feet though, you saw her square Cro-Magnon jaw and mannish features, her
big rough hands from daylong gardening didn't help.  Her arms were
powerful. She could snap our pervy hero in two without much effort.  This
fact was not lost on Everhard.

   Bridget Amber Boyd thought that perv Ballard was always leering at her,
he had overheard her confiding in the fat bitch Renee across the street. 
Renee, who had walked in on Everhard masturbating at least a dozen times
over the last five years since his wife had left him.  (You'd think she'd
stop visiting.) He left his screen door unlocked and masturbated right in
the living room.  Renee had a habit of peeking in windows before she
knocked on doors.  The first time she saw EB, she was so surprised she
yelped and then stood in front of his door not knowing whether to knock or
go away.  Finally she ran back home.  EB had come so hard he shot his sperm
all over his face and into his hair and on the chair behind him knowing
that Renee had seen his big fat cock in its pulsating veined-glory.  Renee
never told anyone what she had seen, or that she had run home and fucked
herself with her big rubber dildo while lying in her teen daughter's bed
looking at a naked picture of her daughter's boyfriend which was `hidden'
in the gap between her headboard and mattress.  The picture showed Justin
posing like a bodybuilder, his smooth well muscled body having been rubbed
with baby oil.  Daughter would finger herself at night to it while mother
rode her dong to it in the afternoons.  After her brownie binge.

   EB's fear of being physically harmed by Bridget did not deter him from
peaking at her through his drawn venetian blinds whenever she was toiling
away in her garden, which in the summer was every morning until lunchtime,
then another hour after lunch until she went out to her co-op farm to work
all afternoon on her vegetable patch and in the barn of her friend Miss
Penelope Purnell, tending to her horses.

   For every grotesque quality that EB possessed Bridget Amber Boyd
possessed an equal and opposite positive trait.  She had tutored wayward
girls for years.

   EB rated her panties highest in quality for: quantity of liquid (he
could usually wring hers out and produce a few drops of pure pussy sweat),
for smell (almost toxic), and for perv differential score.  Meaning, his
perv rating being 100 and her's being nearly nil, her differential was off
the chart thus adding to his excitement.  For example, EB would derive far
less pleasure from jerking off while huffing the panties of a stripper, and
even less from those garnered from a prostitute.  Hence his disappointment
at the mail order soiled panties he used to order online.  Those women not
only made money from soaking their panties but knew that he was using them
for lewd acts.  This knowledge made him less aroused.

   EB was afraid to try for Bridget's panties again.  He barely got them
back in place before she returned the last time.  He'd successfully gotten
a pair of her rank undies two weeks ago after an especially stifling day. A
day in which she was outside working for a grueling five hours.  He could
even make out the pussy sweat soaking through her khaki shorts.  He knew
from his reconnoitering that she left her dirty clothes on the floor in the
laundry room in the basement then walked up stairs naked to shower.  He
also knew that she would leave them there until after dinner, sometimes
overnight before she did a load of laundry.  He had gained access to her
house by taking the key that was left with he and his wife years ago to let
themselves in to feed their three German Sheppard's.  She has since sent
the dogs to live at the farm.  Bridget had asked for the key back after the
bitch left, but EB had already made copies.  He also had a copy of the back
door key.

   After he returned home with his drenched quarry, EB stripped naked
except for his flip flops.  He sat in his lounger and reclined all way back
and turned on his TV.  The TV played nothing but pornography.  EB had a
pornographic movie library with more than 500 titles, thousands and
thousands of hours of porn in nearly every category imaginable, but at
least half of his films depicted young girls, (all at least 18) naked
wearing only panties and squatting on a table or over the camera fingering,
rubbing, vibrating, dildoing her clit and or pussy in order to make the
poor panties they are wearing saturated.  In order for EB to achieve
orgasm, he needed to be watching pornography with a pair of soaked panties
plastered to his face.  Stretched so tightly so the cotton patch nearly
suffocates him.  The panties are then pulled over his head and pulled tight
then twisted so a knot forms at the back of his head and then he presses it
tightly against the back of the chair keeping the tangy pungent patch
pressed firmly in place.  Bridget's pussy was so stinky so absolutely
overwhelming he nearly fainted.  He could tell the difference between
pussy, urine, asshole all making their presence known in his nostrils. 
Tilting his head back he got a whiff of a rich vein of her asshole stench.
Ever so slightly brown, she must have scratched her asshole through her
panties.  EB's aching hard-on was beating in time with his heart.

   For such an anti social perv, EB had a big fat cock, he knew women liked
to ride it, his ex-wife did.  So did her friends and coworkers.  Women were
such an unbelievable pain the in the ass he had had enough.  But they were
still the only source of genuine smelly pussy he knew of.

   EB worked his shaft like always, Bridget's soaked briefs on his face, an
emerald green thong he'd stolen from a young girl who was staying at her
grandmother's house for a week wrapped around the base of his cock acted as
a cockring.  And a pair of pink silk panties with a little daisy on them he
had wrapped around his hand to stroke his cock with.  They had belonged to
the 21-yo daughter of his coworker, he stole them out of the laundry during
a Fourth of July picnic he'd attended two weeks ago.  She was so hot he had
intended to just sniff them and jerk off in the bathroom but he had
accidently gotten cum on them so he took them with him and prayed she would
not miss them too much.  If she thought about it and traced the timeline of
the disappearance she'd know it was someone at the party and then whittling
the likely suspects to single men...he'd be on a short list.  Fortunately,
she had invited a slew of her girlfriends who had all brought an array of
slightly shady characters with them so he gambled that they may take the
fall.  He hoped.  He wasn't too worried at this point, he was about blow
his Grade A morning wad.

   EB masturbated to completion at least six times a day.  Twice in the
morning, one a wake up stroke off during breakfast which ended with his
cumming in his oatmeal or on his eggs or toast, and then a mid morning
stroke which involved props, a buildup and a fantasy.  Two afternoon
sessions, one just after lunch which included him cumming on his food again
and eating it and then a late afternoon session which he liked to do while
IMing a woman or sometimes a man wearing women's lingerie, he watched on
webcam while talking dirty.

   Finally spent he fell asleep in his chair, still being suffocated by the
funkiest panties on the block.  The sperm dried on his face and chest, he'd
licked up most of the pooled cum and dozed.

   The 24 hour porno continued on his TV as a petite blonde with a flat
chest, pigtails and the coup de grace, braces (!) fingered herself while
pulling her Hello Kitty panties to the side exposing her perfectly smooth
snatch.  Her tiny little slit pried apart by her little fingers--the nails
had been painted pink with glitter added.  Her makeup was befitting a Vegas
showgirl.  She squealed in delight as she came, actually ejaculating from
her pussy all over the face of an older women who had been urging her on,
tonguing her asshole and covering her little pussy with her experienced
mouth every so often.  They collapsed on the bed and made out.  The petite
girl resting her head on the older women's tummy to suckle her full
breasts. The older women comforted and cooed.

   "there there, such a naughty little, girl, there there, you made mamma's
pussy so wet.  That's it suck my tits you good little girl."

   The girl's head was now trapped between two enormous breasts.

   "Well, well, well...what do we have here....isn't this interesting..."

   Everhard thought he was dreaming, he thought he saw Bridget Amber Boyd
in his in his living room.  He sat up, groggy and pulled, more precisely,
peeled her panties off his face.  They had since dried and were now glued
to his eyebrows and eyelashes.

   "My GOD, I should be wearing a hazmat suit to be in here.  This place is
vile!  And look at you?!  When was the last time you showered?  Disgusting
pig, it's pretty obvious what you've been doing.  I dread to think where
you got all of these pairs of panties.  Where is the control for this TV
I'd like to turn off the pornography please."

   "Fuck you, you fucking gorilla dyke!  Get the fuck out of my house."
Everhard stood and all the panties on his lap fell to the floor, the ones
he was wearing did not.  They were baby blue with elaborate lacey doily
pattern all around the waistband.

   Bridget started to laugh.  "Ummm, exactly who is going to make me EVIE!
Niceee panties" They really complement your figure.  I bet all the boys
love them." Everhard turned bright red and sprang forward to choke her.  He
didn't make it too far before he was decked by a solid right hand across
the mouth.  Everhard dropped like a ragdoll and began moaning.  Bridget
wasn't finished, she punched him in the stomach and then grabbed him by his
hair and whispered into his ear.

   "Listen bitch, if you ever try to touch me again I'll kill you with my
bare hands.  Now get upstairs and take off those clothes and fill up the
bath tub you are taking a bath.  Your new life starts today...Evylin."