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I'm reposting this as requested.
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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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