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Subject: Story: Panty raid
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Date: Mon, 30 Jun 97 02:00:30 -0700
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New Story: Panty Raid (mf cons)
From: Rachel Taylor <rht@cyberspace.org>
Date: 10 Apr 1994 07:28:27 -0500 (13 screens)
I'd like to recount an interview conducted by my husband at
his request. I had been pretty wild in my college days and he
had asked her for any particular memories that stood out. I
said I would never forget one unusual night just prior to exam
period of my junior year . . .
Q. What was your mood that evening?
A. A bit depressed -- you might recall our relationship had
just started at that time and we weren't steadies. You
were traveling with your team in any case, and I was
suffering from lack-a-nookie! I had not had sex in more
than two weeks and that's about 14 more days than I like.
My hormones were raging a tad. Depressed probably isn't
quite the right word -- let's face it I was utterly HORNY!
Q. How did you plan to deal with it?
A. I considered masturbation and thought I might give myself
a cheap thrill just before calling it a night -- but I
WANTED the REAL thing. I'd persuaded myself to cruise down
to the student union building and check things out.
Q. Looking for someone in particular?
A. No-one in particular. I touched up my makeup and picked
out a sexy outfit.
Q. What did you wear?
A. I wore the clothes that always got you so worked up. The
white push-up bra with lace trim under a green satin
blouse tucked into a short leather skirt. I wore plain
white cotton bikini panties and high heels. It had been a
gorgeously warm spring and I felt my legs were tan enough
to do without panty hose. I left the top three buttons
undone which exposed enough cleavage to guarantee some
attention.
Q. Yes I remember that blouse well. What was your first
indication something unusual was going on?
A. I heard a commotion outside the residence. When I opened
the window I heard yells of Panty-Raid and I saw a small
group of college boys running toward our building.
Q. Your reaction?
A. Surprise - I would have thought the presence of the other
coed residences on campus would have put an end to this
practice. You recall that my residence was one of the last
female-only residences. My guess is the boys were trying
to blow off some of the exam time pressure that usually
leads to these crazy stunts.
I tried to close the window but had trouble getting it to
relatch. By the time I crossed my room to lock the door, I
heard heavy footsteps at the top of the stairway across
the corridor. I just had the door closed and was turning
the lock, when the door and I were roughly pushed back. I
was knocked over, and landed in an awkward position for a
lady wearing a short skirt.
Q. I take it this was not one of your girl friends.
A. That's right! One of the raiders made it in.
Q. What did he do?
A. Well I expected he would head straight for my dresser to
claim his trophy. Apparently, the surprise at running into
me had slowed him down. I looked up at him and saw his
eyes study my figure, then my face and then stare quite
openly between my legs.
Q. Were you angry?
A. Initially, but I did not immediately jump up to berate
him. I was amazed at how brazen he was in checking me out
and the longer I watched the more amused I became. Perhaps
a bit turned-on as well. Maybe my need was far too obvious
to him. For a random encounter, this guy was not bad-
looking. Probably a year or two younger than me but a nice
enough face, if somewhat leering. He had a tall fit body a
lot of self-confidence which I find very sexy.
Q. How long did all this go on?
A. Well, it seemed like a long time but I'm sure it was less
than a minute -- enough time for me to do some crotch
watching as well. His cock was visibly outlined against
his tight denim jeans and was beginning to swell. He began
to smile as he realized his arousal was known to both of
us. I asked him: "What the hell do you think you're
doing?"
"I'm here for some panties," he replied. "There's a free
case of beer for the guy that brings back the sexiest
pair."
"I'll find you something," I muttered and added "and then
get out of here."
I went to my dresser to look for a pair I no longer wear,
but he interrupted: "Excuse me -- I've seen the pair I'd
like already."
I felt my heart jump into my throat. My already-moist
pussy began to ooze more steadily and I knew my panties
would be soaked within a few minutes.
Q. I take it then you had decided to go for it?
A. Yes but I didn't want to make it too obvious.
I asked him "What makes you think that pair would win any
prizes?"
He answered, "Our judging committee favours wet over
frilly."
"You want me to wet my pants for you?", I asked.
"I think you're already wetting your pants for me," he
said as he turned and locked my door.
"You've got a helluva lot of nerve! What makes you think
you're going to get this pair? It appears to me that
you're the one that seems excited."
He smiled again and began to unbuckle his belt. He slowly
pulled his fly down and stepped out of his jeans. He had
on jockey shorts and his cock was straining against them
in a very impressive display.
"This, you mean," he asked as he began to caress his cock
through the cotton material.
Q. He did indeed seem to have a lot of nerve.
A. Yes, but I was too distracted to kick him out. I decided
to offer a deal.
"You can have my panties," I said, "but it will cost you."
He asked what I wanted, and I told him he'd have to jack
off in front of me. I had often wanted to see how men do
it, but had been too embarrassed to ask. This one agreed
quickly. I lay back upon my bed and propped my head up
with some pillows to watch him perform. He kicked his
sneakers off, removed his socks and pulled his sweatshirt
over his head. He had a great upper body. I had a vague
recollection of seeing him down at the weight room a few
times I had gone there to meet you.
He stood at the foot of the bed and again began to stare
up my skirt. He continued to stroke himself though his
briefs and his cock began to strain against the elastic
waistband. He cupped his balls and slowly drew his folded
hand up and down the length of his prick. I was developing
a strong interest in seeing him fully naked. I drew my
knees up, reached between my legs and began to rub my clit
through the cotton of my panties, mimicking his actions.
My panties were definitely becoming prize winners. I
spread my knees apart and pulled my skirt up to my waist.
He began to jerk his hand more rapidly and each down
stroke exposed the head of his circumcised cock. I slipped
my hand inside my panties and began to rub my clit with a
gentle left and right motion. My pussy lips were hot and
engorged and my fingers became very slick from the
lubrication.
"Show me your breasts!" He ordered.
I began to fulfill his wish. I undid the remaining
buttons, rose to my knees and shrugged the blouse off my
shoulders. I didn't take my bra off right away but instead
rolled my shoulders inward and pushed my full breasts
together. I began to pinch my erect nipples between thumb
and forefinger and cup my hands around my breasts.
"Please -- take it off," he asked in a hoarse voice.
Q. Who's in charge now?
A. Exactly - I became more confident and assertive as I saw
him begin to weaken from lust. My bra opened from the
front so I undid the hook with one hand while continuing
to cover my breasts with the other. I dropped my bra on
the floor, stood up straight and walked toward him -- my
breasts still hidden.
I turned around so my back was to him and reached behind
me to undo the zipper of my skirt. I let the zipper out
halfway so my skirt fell from my waist and caught around
my hips which I began to rotate in as sexy a manner as I
can manage.
I felt his hands tug my skirt off so I spun around quickly
and warned him, "Hands off mister!". He was taken aback
but not so much so that his eyes didn't quickly become
riveted on my naked tits.
"Get on with it," I ordered as I sat on the foot of the
bed, my face now just inches from his still covered cock -
- "And we can do without these," I added as I pulled his
briefs down to his ankles.
His cock was magnificent! What a waste I thought, as only
his hand was enjoying each thrust. Nevertheless, I lay
back fascinated and once again slid my hand inside my
panties. He must have been near agony watching me, as my
pussy was just inches from his hard full prick.
We jerked off in unison for a short while but I held
myself back. He too seemed to keep himself in check which
I took as a personal challenge. I sank to my knees before
him and replaced his hand with both of mine. His cock was
rock hard. I brought my face near him and pressed the
length of his shaft against one cheek and then the other.
I took in his male odor and marveled at how it stirred me.
I drew the head of his cock across my parted lips and then
repeated the motion but this time pressing the underside
of the head against the breadth of my tongue. He tasted
salty -- I tightened my grip on his shaft and pulled and
released, pulled and released. I took the tip of his cock
between my lips and slid my mouth down his length to meet
my fingers. I continued with a combined hand and blow job
-- my hands wrapped tightly around the base of his cock,
my lips warm and wet around the head. My head bobbed in
rhythm to the stroke of my hands. At the top of each
stroke I opened my mouth wider for a moment to swirl my
tongue around the circumference and then closed my mouth
tight again as I took him in deeper.
He began to move his hips and I synchronized my actions to
let him dictate the needed pace. He placed his hands
behind my head and began to fuck my mouth but with a
gentle shallow stroke. I grabbed his ass with both hands
and pulled him closer letting him know that I could take
more. His cock became slick with saliva -- I closed my
mouth to provide a tighter feel. I felt completely
transported. I was positive he could not be enjoying the
moment anymore than I was when he proved to the contrary.
I felt his cock begin to throb and moments later a strong,
powerful stream of semen hit the back of my throat
followed by another spurt onto my tongue. I swallowed what
I could but kept my lips tightly wrapped about him as he
continued to thrust and come. Finally his movement slowed
-- I broke contact and looked up at his satisfied face.
I gave him a a few moments and then stood and gave him a
deep French kiss - letting him taste his own cum on my
tongue. As we continued to kiss I pressed my firm breasts
against his hard body and continued to knead his ass with
my fingertips. I noted with pleasure that he still had a
partial erection -- I began to grind my crotch against his
and felt a further response as he quickly became hard
again. I moved one hand between us and slid it down his
tight belly and began to stroke him anew.
I lay back on my bed, quickly pulled my legs up, cast my
panties off and spread my knees wide again. We were
finally both naked. I knew I was only seconds from climax.
"Do it!" I begged him, and in no time I felt my lips
stretch as he plunged sweetly inside me. He thrust rapidly
and waves of pleasure began coursing through my entire
body -- one after another -- each more intense than the
last. He kept pumping and my orgasm did not abate. Weeks
of tension and frustration seemed to melt away from me
with each crest of climax. I screamed out in absolute
passion which set him off again. I heard a low groan come
from within him. He slammed his cock into me even harder
and I exploded one last time as I felt his hot cum splash
inside me for a second time.
Later he parted, passion-soaked undies in hand.
I never learned his name nor got together with him again.
I did catch his eye onetime at a beer garden and saw him
tip a bottle at me with a wink. I'd go back to college
again in a minute if another panty raid were part of the
reunion.
Q. Think you could still fit into that green blouse?
A. It might be around here somewhere -- let me have a look .
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