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This story is a work of fiction (I swear!) and is
intended for adults only.  It contains graphic sexual
descriptions.  If you are a minor, a prude, or a cop,
why don't you go find something else to read, okay?


Parts one and two are available for repost upon
request.  I don't know how many parts there will be
just yet.  Send me any comments you feel like sharing,
okay?



Panty Girl part three
"Haven't I Seen You Somewhere In Heaven?"
by Pink Neon
pink_neon@yahoo.com


I was going mad with lust for this woman.  I needed
her in the worst way.  She stood before me, slowly
removing her white bra.  I gasped when her full
breasts were exposed.  I had to reach and touch them.
The skin was soft and very warm to the touch.  Her
breasts were full and soft, but not sagging.  I rubbed
them in my palms and the skin got light pink under my
hands.  She moaned, almost a purr, and trembled.

"Please, Janina," she cooed, arching her back, pushing
her breasts into the cups of my hands.

I knew what she wanted, so I didn't play around.  I
took one small pink nipple between my teeth and pulled
my head back gently.  She gasped.  "You like that?" I
asked, looking up from between her warm tits.  They
were like some kind of divine pillows.  The kind of
breasts the gods must have made just to have something
to put under their heads at night.

"Yesssss," she hissed, taking in air quickly again as
I renewed my attack on her lovely flesh.  I sucked and
licked on her warm, hard nipples.  She squirmed at my
touch and moaned louder.

I reached between her legs while my mouth was occupied
and cupped her cotton-covered pussy in my hand.  I
rubbed her through the fabric and listened to her
delighted moan, barely audible from between her
breasts.  She was wiggling her hips in time to my hand
between her legs.  Since she had teased me, I decided
to repay the favor.

I pulled my hand away from her cunt and my face from
her breasts.  She looked down, startled.  I smiled and
brought my hand to my face to take a deep whiff of her
scent on my hand.  It was sweet and made my head spin
a little, it was so strong.  I lapped her juice off my
hand.  "You're a woman, at least you taste like you
are," I said.

While I cleaned off my left hand, I used my right to
rub her all over.  I started by caressing her flat
tummy.  I brushed my fingernails over her smooth white
skin.  I could feel the heat coming off her body.  I
moved my palm just above her skin, almost touching
her.  So close I could feel the heat of her skin on my
hand.  It had its own presence, which I wanted to
savor before proceeding.

I'm a compassionate girl, so I had to give her a
little relief.  I put my freshly-cleaned hand back
between her legs.  Back into warmth and wetness and
darkness.  How I love that feeling, between the legs
of a woman.  I rubbed her pussy through the panties,
grinding her scent into them.  I wanted a good
souvenir to remember her by.  And I wanted to earn
it.

"Oh, god, Janina.  Don't stop."  Genevieve's voice was
trembling, as was her body.  I stroked her stomach and
breasts as I rubbed her pussy.  I molded my hand to
the shape of her body, to her curves and corners.
"You have such wonderful hands, my dear.  But..."

She didn't have to finish the sentence.  I knew an
invitation when I heard it.  Reluctantly, I took my
hand from between her legs and took her hand.  I
guided her to the bed and sat her down.  She scooted
up and lay her head on my pillows.

The sight of her laying in my bed, naked but for her
soaked white panties, her dark hair resting on the
very pillows I put under my own head every night, her
hands laying on her tummy, one slightly slick from me
having held it with her pussy juice all over my hand,
it was just too much for me.  With only a moment's
hesitation to savor the vision, trying to store it for
later, I jumped up on the bed.

"Now, now, let's not be shy.  Open those legs up for
me."  She did as she was told, parting her legs for
me.  I moved up between them to her crotch.  She had
soaked her panties for me.  I could see through them
now and saw that her soft pussy was shaved clean.  The
cotton clung to her lips, which were spread apart a
little in anticipation.  I ran my hands up her thighs,
spreading them further.  I put my face about an inch
from her wet crotch and breathed in as deep as I
could, filling my lungs with her musk.  I got a little
dizzy imaging the scent filling my air column and
could feel that familiar warmth in my own belly,
rising up in waves, adding to my dizzy, lustful
feeling.  My own pussy was getting warm and wet.

Finally, I couldn't let the poor woman suffer any more
and moved mouth in to her pussy.  The taste was
divine.  Warm and sweet and musky.  I lapped at her
sopping, pink cunt like a kitten.  I rubbed the cotton
onto her clit with the tip of my tongue and she
shivered and trembled.  "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"  She
screamed it over and over again, holding my head to
her steamy crotch with both hands wound tightly into
my long hair.  I couldn't have gotten away from her if
I had wanted to.

But there was no way I wanted to.  I was in heaven.
All my senses were on fire, my synapses were firing
constant pleasure on all fronts.  This was what I
loved, to be between the legs of a beautiful woman,
smelling and tasting and feeling her essence.
Genevieve's legs were locked tight around the back of
my head, I was enveloped in warmth, inside and out.

My tongue explored her folds, pushing inside her body,
pushing her panties along for the ride.  There was a
slight tinge of soap both on her panties and the
exposed flesh around her crotch that I lapped at from
time to time.  As my cotton-encased tongue explored
her insides, Genevieve was reduced to grunts and
moans, everything but lust and the feeling between her
legs gone form her mind.  That was how I loved a
woman, senseless with passion.  And I loved even more
to be the one doing it to them.

I was so excited, I had to pay a little attention to
my own needs, too.  I took one hand away from its
exploration of Genevieve's body and traced a bee-line
down my own body.  I pulled the satin belt out of the
loops of my gown and with a flourish, flung one side
away, then the next, all the while my head buried
between Genevieve's clutching legs.  I ran my free
hand down my chest, tracing circles around the
sensitive areola and to the erect nipples themselves.
I pinched and pulled my nipples savagely as I worked
on Geneveive with my mouth.  Then I ran my hand down
my bare tummy to my soft pubes, enjoying the texture
of my own hair.  When I got towards the bottom of the
patch, I was not suprised to find it matted with slick
moisture.

I delicately slipped a finger between the lips of my
pussy, sliding it in easy because of my wetness.  I
caressed my own folds in time to what I was doing to
Genevieve and my stifled moans came along with her
loud ones.

When Genevieve began to cum, it was like an earthquake
had started in her belly.  She shook violently and
squeezed my head with her legs so tightly that it
hurt, her hands locked into claws in my hair,
motionless as the rest of her body convulsed around
me.  My face was already slicked with her juice, but
when she started to cum, my first thought was that she
had lost control of her bladder, there was so much
liquid coming out of her pussy.  But it wasn't pee, it
was pussy juice!  All over my face, neck and even in
my hair.  I had to close my eyes, because I couldn't
move.  She screamed impossibly loud, even with my head
buried in her cunt I could hear her loud and clear.

The panties were completely soaked now.  There was
hardly an inch of dry fabric left.  My sheets and
blankets were drenched with musky sweetness underneath
Genevieve's firm ass.  It was like the finest perfume
to my nose, buried between her thighs.

As she began to come down, her legs relaxed and her
hands fell away from my head.  The poor woman was
exhausted.

I slowly brought my head up from her pussy.  I looked
at her and that's when I saw she was embarrassed.  She
was blushing and smiled wanly.  "I...  I didn't mean
to..."  she said, but she was still very weak.  She
was embarrassed at losing control like that.  She had
made quite a ruckus.  And a mess, too.

I just smiled at her and licked my lips lewdly.

She looked up at me and smiled back.  She started to
speak, but I put a finger to her lips.  The same
finger I had had inside myself.  She looked me deep in
the eye and met my finger with her tongue.  She nearly
wrapped the entire muscle around my finger, cleaning my
juice off.  Her tongue felt wonderful.  It was soft
and wet and warm, but it was also strong and the skin
had a slightly rough texture that sent shivers up my
spine as it caressed my hand and fingers and wrist,
licking up and down.

The sight of her licking at my wet hand had me turned
on all over again and I put the other in my pussy with
no delay at all.  Genevieve stopped and said, "Wait.
That's no thing for a lady to do.  Look at you,
rolling around naked with your hand in your pussy.
You need some panties, girl."  With that, she reached
down and took off the drenched panties she wore and
held them up to me.  I sniffed them playfully.

"Somebody's already wore these panties."

"Those are the best kind," she said, pushing them to
my nose, overwhelming me with her scent.  For a
second, I thought I might faint from it, it was so
strong and pungent, even still.

I knew what she was getting at now.  She wanted to
watch me masturbate in her wet panties.  I held her
hand by the wrist and took a deep breath of the
panties.  Then I took them and stood up.

I bent down and brought up one leg to put it through
the waist and then the legband of the soiled panties.
The wetness felt warm and slick on my calves, then
thighs as I slipped them up my legs.

I stood for a moment in Genevieve's wet panties,
letting her get a good look.  The I sat down at the
end of the bed and leaned back on one arm, spreading
my legs as wide as they would go, draping my legs over
Genevieve's.  I pinched my nipples with my right hand
and squirmed in the dirty panties.  The wetness
against my skin felt delicious.  The room was full of
the scent of pussy, it was everywhere.  I closed my
eyes and tilted my head all the way back, as far as it
would go.  The blonde tresses fell over the edge of
the bed and hit the floor.

I started to rub my pussy through the fabric.


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