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This story is a work of fiction and is meant for adults only.  You've
been warned, now on with the smut!

If you like it, let me know.  The rest of it should be along soon.
Enjoy.


Panty Girl, part 1 by Pink Neon pink_neon@yahoo.com


I love panties.  I always have.  Even when I was a little girl, I used
to love the feel of a pair of soft, warm cotton panties against my
skin.  When I got a little older, I began to masturbate in my panties.
I'd rub the wet cotton against my clit until I came.  Then I'd take
them off and put them to my nose so I could breathe the smell.  It
usually got me so hot, I had to do it again.

In high school, I dated guys for a while.  Then I met Kim.  She was my
first love.  We eventually ended up making out one night and I told
her how much I wanted to smell her panties.  She was shocked at first.
She thought it was nasty, that I'd want to smell her used underwear.
So I didn't, that first time.  But as we got closer and after we had
made love a few times, I decided that I would bring it up again.

We were alone since my parents were out of town.  This was before I
had proven not to be trustworthy enough to be left alone.  We were
sitting on the couch listening to a Living Colour CD and feeling horny
as hell.  I leaned over her and started kissing her.  Things started
to really heat up and before either of us knew what was going on, we
had stripped each other's tops off and were pawing at each other's
breasts.  I decided it was time to move on since we were already
half-naked.  I led her to my parents room and we stripped down to our
underwear started kissing and groping each other again.  Then I said,
"Let me smell your panties this time."

She got a lusty kind of look in her eyes and said, "Whatever you want,
just as long as you fuck me."  I couldn't believe it!  I was finally
going to get to smell another girl's panties.  I was delighted.

I got down on my knees in front of Kim and leaned in real close.  I
put my nose up against her crotch and took a deep whiff.  I was in
heaven.  The warm, musky smell coming from her pussy was like perfume
to me.  I slid my hand between her thighs and started stroking her
clit.  She was already a little wet, but as I stroked and sniffed at
her crotch, her panties got more and more damp.

By now, the entire crotch of her white cotton underwear was soaked
with hot liquid.  "Oh, don't stop, Nina!  Make me cum!"

I roughly pushed her down onto the bed and climbed on like a wolf
stalking its prey.  I pulled her legs apart and grabbed the waistband
of her panties.  I tugged them down to her ankles and pulled them off
of her.  With one hand I kept rubbing her scalding pussy and with the
other hand, I brought her dirty undies up to my face.  I closed my
eyes and put the panties under my nose.

I thought I'd cum right there, just from that first whiff.  She
smelled wonderful, very sweet and musky.  The cotton fabric was so
soft against my face and it was still warm from her skin.  The large
wet patch was delightfully hot.  I put my nose right up against the
wet patch and took a deep, humid breath.  My head was reeling.
Suddenly, I realized that I had stopped stroking Kim's pussy and now
had my hand buried between my own clenched thighs.  My own panties
were soaked as I furiously rubbed my fingers up and down along my
clit.  I had even stuck two fingers inside myself with the soft fabric
still wrapped around them.

I had an idea.  I climbed up onto Kim and sat on her face.  I ground
my pussy into her mouth, hard.  She responded by taking a deep breath
of my scent and then eating me through the cotton.  I couldn't believe
the sensation of having her tongue rub the cotton against my clit.
After a few seconds, I soaked Kim's face with my cum and slowly
climbed off of her, my legs trembling, sweat beading up between my
breasts.

I looked down and saw that I still had Kim's panties clutched in my
left hand.  She took hold of my arm and brought my hand and the dirty
panties up to her own face and took a whiff.  I saw her eyes flutter
and she moaned.  "You smell wonderful, don't you," I asked.

"Not as good as you, though."  With that, she let go of my hand and
ran her hand up my thigh.  She ran it under the legband on my right
thigh and inserted three fingers inside me.   I gasped at the
intrusion.  When I opened my eyes again, I saw her over me, smiling
and licking her lips.  She took her hand out of me and brought it up
to her face.  She took a deep breath and then licked her ring finger
clean.  "You're delicious, Nina.  Have you ever tasted yourself?"

"No," I told her.  It had never even occurred to me, all those times
sniffing my own panties to try tasting my juice.

She took her hand out of her mouth and crawled between my legs.  She
pressed her body down on me, her breasts heavy and warm against my
chest.  She ran her left hand up and down my side and fondled my
breasts while she put her wet hand in front of my face.

It was right there in front of my face.  I stuck my tongue out and she
moved her hand closer.  I ran my tongue along the bottom of her middle
finger and got my first taste of my own pussy.  It was wonderful.  She
put both fingers in my mouth and ran them all over my tongue, smearing
my honey all over the insides of my mouth.  It was warm and sweet.
With a soft pop, she took her fingers out of my sucking mouth and
smiled at me.

"Good?"

"Yeah.  But I want something more."

I flung her off me onto the other side of the big water bed.  She lay
there giggling and riding the waves for a second until I climbed on
top of her in the sixty-nine position.   Before I had even gotten in
place, I felt her tongue on the insides of my thighs.  So I bent my
head down and did the same.  She squirmed and moaned as I used my
tongue on her.   I went at her pussy with abandon, kissing and biting
and licking at her clit and red pussy lips.  I put two fingers inside
her and started pumping them in and out as I continued to eat her
gorgeous cunt.  By now, her brown pubic hair was soaked and there were
little drips of clear fluid running down her pussy lips and down to
her cute, puckered asshole.   Suddenly, I decided to take it up a
notch.  I kept my fingers working on her pussy and moved my face
further down.  I ran my tongue under her pussy and slowly put it on
the outer rim of her rosebud.  She gasped in pleasure and stopped
eating my pussy for a second.

For a second, I thought she was mad, so I stopped licking her asshole.
But then I heard a husky voice from between my legs say, "Don't stop."
With that encouragement, I started pumping my fingers into her, this
time rubbing her swollen clit with the palm of my hand.   I licked
around her asshole in swirls, running my tongue all around it several
times before I popped it inside.  She started squirming and bucking
underneath me wildly.  By this time, she had completely given up on my
pussy and was moaning and thrashing and squealing.  I moved my tongue
in and out of her tight asshole, savoring the nastiness of what I was
doing.  In a few seconds, she came.  She drenched my face and hands
and her thighs with her hot cum.  I licked her clean and then got up
and moved into kiss her.  She licked her clear juice off my face.  We
fell asleep like that, me on top of her and my hand between her
thighs.

A few months later, her father got transferred and I never saw Kim
again.  My heart was broken, but after a while I got over her and
started dating again.  This time it was only girls.

I started to get a reputation around school as a kind of pervert.
Everybody knew I was gay and that I had a thing for girls' panties.
But I never had any problem finding girls who were interested.  Most
of them were your typical high school girls, just very curious.   They
usually went back to their football team boyfriends.  But I didn't
care.  I just wanted their panties.  I built up quite a collection.
One night, with the help of a couple of bottles of wine and a few
joints, I slept with the entire cheerleading squad and got all their
panties.  They all made me swear I wouldn't tell anybody they had had
sex with a girl.   That was fine with me, as long as I got my
souvenirs.

I even managed to seduce several freshmen.  I loved the fresh, sweet
taste of their pussies.   But I loved their panties even more.

On the nights I didn't have a date, I'd wait until late at night and
take my collection out of its hiding place.  I'd lock my door and
strip down to my own panties.  I'd grab some of my souvenir undies and
get under my covers.  Then I'd run my hand down my tummy and into my
pussy.  The whole time, I had a pair of panties stuffed under my nose,
breathing the scent deeply.

Every girl had her own special smell, but I loved them all.  Some
girls smelled sweet.   Some of them were very musky.  Some of them
kind of smelled like soap fresh from the shower.  And there were all
different kinds of panties, too.  Some were lacy and fancy.   Some
were cut conservatively, some were downright slutty.  There were all
different colors and patterns.  A lot of the younger girls wore
flowery patterns.  But my favorites were always the pretty girls with
the white cotton panties.

It always seemed to be a certain type of girl.  Very quiet and
unassuming.  Very pretty, but kind of sweet and self-conscious.  But
when you got them alone, they could go wild on you.  They usually
didn't wear much makeup or dress fancy.  And those wonderful panties.
They were always so soft and smelled beautiful.

It was usually the pretty ones like that freaked out the most when I
told them I wanted to sniff their used underwear.  That was how I
liked it.  Sometimes I even had to sleep with them several times to
get them to agree to it.  But it was always worth it.  The smell was
always sweeter when I had to work for it.  There is something about
that smell that drives me crazy  with lust.  I always left my girls
with a smile on their faces.  And their panties in my purse.

I'm a junior in college now.  My collection is huge.  The last time I
counted, I had more than 100 pairs of other girls' panties.  I
treasure them all.  But I still take out Kim's panties from time to
time and rub them all over my face and breasts while I masturbate.
The feel of cotton has got to be my biggest turn-on.

For a while now, I've made it my goal to sleep with every available
girl I could find.  I even got in the sack with a couple of
not-so-available girls.

I still remember the first time I saw the Dean's wife.  It was at some
stupid pep rally.  I was sitting in the stands with a cute freshman
when she came on stage with the Dean.  She was beautiful.  She was a
lot younger than the Dean, about thirty.  The emcee introduced her as
Genevieve.  She smiled warmly as he introduced her.  Her short black
hair tousled a little in the late spring breeze as she sat down at one
end of the stage.  Suddenly, I had a clear view right up her dress.
White cotton panties!  I knew what I had to do.

So, after the rally, I said bye to my date and went to the side of the
stage to wait for her to come down.  "Hi there.  My name's Janina.  I
was sitting in the audience admiring you."  I had gotten much bolder
over the years.

"Oh you were?"  She smiled at me.

"Yeah.  I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime."

"I guess all the stuff I've heard about you is true.  Coming on to a
married woman.  Are you going to try to get my panties?"

"I thought I might."  Even with the boldness I had developed over the
years, my heart was beating furiously as I talked to Genevieve.

She moved in close to me and slipped a piece of paper into my front
jeans pocket.  "Meet me tonight, cutie.  We'll see about those
panties."

I was so horny after that, I went straight back to the dorm and
masturbated for at least an hour.  Then I decided I better get ready
for my little date.  I stripped and climbed into the shower on rubber
legs.

At dusk, I showed up at the address Genevieve gave me and found a limo
waiting for me.   I got in and we got going.  I looked at the bench
seat across from me and found a box with a note saying "Janina" and a
red rose draped across it.  I opened the box and found a pair of white
cotton panties, neatly folded.  I unfolded them and held them up to my
nose.   I took a deep breath and I thought my heart would stop.  The
smell was intense.  Musky and cloyingly sweet.  I could smell it in my
nostrils even after I had moved them from my face.

Pretty soon, we arrived at the Dean's house.  The limo pulled to a
stop and through the window I could see Genevieve coming down the
steps.  My jaw dropped.  She was the most stunning woman I had ever
seen.  She was about 5"9'.  She was dressed in a flowing blue dress
that showed off her curves.  The closer she got to the car, the harder
my heart beat.  I could already start to feel my belly grow warm in
anticipation.

Genevieve approached the limo and climbed in.  I couldn't believe how
nervous I was.   "You look lovely," she said to me.

"Th-thanks," I stuttered.  God! I felt like a schoolgirl around this
woman!  "Y-you do, too."  Then I blushed at my stuttering.

"It's all right, dear.  You don't have to be nervous," she said,
sympathetically.  Then, she smiled wickedly and asked, "Did you enjoy
my little present?"

I suddenly realized what was happening.  She was in control.  Not me.
I got a warm feeling between my legs that kind of suprised me a
little.  I decided to ride it out, see where it would go.  I looked
her in the eye and said, "Yes, I liked your present very much, but I
have nothing to give you."

She knew what I was doing immediately.  She grew a mischievous smile
and said, "Oh yes you do."  She moved close to me on the seat and put
her hand on my thigh before she bent down to kiss me.  Her lips were
so soft and moist.  I felt her tongue at my lips and opened up to let
her into my mouth.  Her tongue caressed mine as her hand moved up and
down on my thigh, kneading the flesh.  As she continued to
passionately kiss me, her hand got rougher on my thigh, her grasp
stronger.  When she pushed my legs apart, I didn't try to stop her, I
just let her in.  Her hand moved up my leg and she started to rub my
pussy through the denim and my panties.  I was already hot, but she
was driving me crazy now.   She pulled back from our kiss and started
to kiss and lick my neck.  Then she put her mouth to my ear and
whispered, "You're mine, now.  And when I'm done with you, you get
your reward."

I wasn't sure what to say, so I whispered back, "Please make me cum."

"Of course.  But you'll have to do it the way I say.  Take off all
your clothes, dear."

I needed some relief, so I did as she said.  I didn't care whether or
not the driver could see us, even though I was pretty sure she could.
It looked like her hand stayed at her crotch a little more than it had
before we picked up Genevieve, but I couldn't tell from sure, with the
tinted glass separating us from her.  While I was stripping off my
clothes, Genevieve had busied herself by putting on a John Coltrane CD
and opening the moonroof.  It had gotten dark out while we had been
driving and the stars raced by, making me dizzy to look up at them, so
bright in the blueblack sky.

Genevieve brought me back to earth, though.  Her hands were on my
naked body, rubbing all over me.  "Stand up, through the roof, and
I'll make you cum, love."

I couldn't believe it!  I felt my pussy get wetter at the thought of
the wind rushing against my naked body while this beautiful woman ate
me out.  The stars and the music and my lust had made me drunk.  I had
to try this!

I jumped up off the seat and slowly got up through the moonroof.  We
were far outside of town, there was nobody around for miles.  I leaned
back against the opening in the roof and spread my legs for Genevieve.
She reached up and took my breasts into her hands and caressed them
with her warm hands, shielding my hard nipples from the wind.  I
leaned my head back and let my long hair be taken by the wind.  I let
my mind be taken by the stars and by Genevieve's soft tongue on my
inner thighs.

Teasingly, she licked and kissed my thighs and told me in a very soft
voice how beautiful I was.  The sensation when her tongue went inside
me was unreal.  Everything was unreal.   The wind against my bare
flesh from the speeding of the limo was sending shivers up and down my
body, while Genevieve warmed me from below.

Her tongue was so wet, she was practically slobbering over my wet
pussy.  I started shrieking at the wonderful joy she was giving me.
My eyes were wide open, staring into space.  I was yelling at the top
of my lungs and there was nobody to hear me in the Pennsylvania
countryside.  We must have been driving at least 90mph.  If it hadn't
almost been summer, I probably would have gotten hypothermia from the
wind.

I ground my pussy into Genevieve's beautiful face and came all over
her.  She took my hand and helped me back down inside the limo, all
the while licking my cum off her lips.   She wrapped a warm blanket
around me and closed the moonroof.  "You have your panties, well,
that's what I do for kicks," she said with a smile.

Her face was still glistening with my juices, so I leaned in to lick
her clean.  "No, dear, leave it for my husband.  He loves it when I
take out the limo."  I took her left breast in my hand and began to
knead the warm flesh through the thin dress.

"You have such a beautiful body, I want to make love to you all
night," I whispered in her ear, starting to regain some of my
composure.

"I'm afraid we don't have all night, love.  We're already heading back
to town."

"Then stop wasting time and take off your clothes.  I want those
panties."

"I think I've changed my mind.  You don't get them."

I started to get really pissed then.  I was about to say something
when she said, "Not tonight, my dear.  But soon."

To my astonishment, we were already back at my dorm.  How did the trip
seem to pass so quickly?  I stumbled up to my dorm room, just barely
ahead of curfew.  I stripped except for my panties and climbed into
bed and masturbated for hours thinking of the lovely Genevieve.

The next day, I wasn't sure if I had dreamed the whole thing or if it
had really happened.   That is until a dozen red roses showed up at my
door with small box a note that said, "Tonight, my dear.  Love, G."  I
opened the box and saw it was the panties, both the pair she had given
me at first, which I had left in the car, and the pair she had been
wearing.  It might have just been my imagination, but they still felt
a little damp in the crotch.

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