The Scent of a Girl

by Kris

I knew from a early age that girls were my interest and not boys. I had my first girl-girl affair when I was 12 and she was 16.

I have always been a plump girl, I am now 42-39-46. The girl that showed me the joy of another girl's body, taste and smell was also plump herself.

My older sister Susan showed me how to masturbate unbeknownst to her. And she introduced me to the scent of a girl when I found a pair of tiny thongs in the hamper in the bathroom one night.

Just the week before I watched her masturbating in her bed while reading a paperback book. This was a Saturday night and she was out on a date. I had not been able to achieve an orgasm yet, but I knew that it felt so good when I did rub my clit. I was 10. I had watched her cum and I wanted that feeling so bad. I had remembered that I had seen Susan rubbing her nipples.

I took Susan's thongs back to my room sat on my bed and looked at the crotch. I noticed that the elastic on both sides of the crotch panel was slightly discolored and the crotch panel itself too was slightly discolored and really damp. As I brought them to my face I was hit with a scent that I had never smelled before. It was a stronger smell than my sex and the aroma caused me to smell them again. My head was spinning and I was short of breath. The scent of her thong was so overpowering.

I locked my door and took my clothes off. I spread the crotch out on the side of my bed and the butt string was hanging over the side. I knelt down on my knees with my legs spread as far as I could. I was so wet and my clit was so stiff and long. Mine curves up.

I wanted this to happen so bad. I brought my face to the crotch again and was hit with a stronger more overpower aroma. I have found out over the years and God knows how many panties, thongs and g's I have gotten off to. The more someone gets turned on, the stronger your sense of smell gets.

I did not want to pull nose away from this beautiful erotic smell. But I did and stood up to look at myself in my dressing table mirror. I liked what I saw, my fingers in my plump fat puss and my nipples standing out all pink 32 breast, yes 10 years old.

Then I remembered the book she was reading. I knew I was home alone because Mom did not get off work from the hospital until 12:00 and Susan would not be home until whenever. So I went to her room. I searched ever where until I frond it under her other pillow.

I also found some more of her tiny thongs along with some as I know now g-stings. They were all new with the tags still on them. I knew how big and plump her puss was and I looked at the tiny little crotch on these and I know that they were a size or two small than her regular panties. I knew the crotch on these new ones would do nothing but try and cover her puss crack. I did find another pair of thongs under her sheet, but the scent was not as strong but the crotch was real stiff.

I took them and the book back to my room. I read through the book until I found a story about two women making love. Where did Susan get this book? I had never read a book like this. It even talked about how each woman's panties were so wet. And how the scent of their pussy was such a turn on to each other. It told how they made love to each other and tasting each other's puss and after they cam how good it felt. I wanted this so bad.

As I put the book down and went back to her thongs, I ran my nose down the butt string and found what part of that string had been against her butt hole. The smell was not offensive, just a light anal scent with a urine scent mixed in. At this point I felt something in my stomach that felt really good and started feeling better the more I rubbed my clit and tweaked my nipples. I got to the point where I could not stop it felt so good. I put my face in the crotch of my sister's thong and had the most overpowering, uncontrollable feeling to take control of my body that to this very day is what I strive to achieve every time I masturbate or I am with someone. When I am about to go down on a girl for the first time or the second or third, you know what I mean. I make sure they see me sniffing the crotch of whatever they are wearing and how much their scent turns me on.

There is not but a few girls or grown women in my neighborhood that I have not had the pleasure of masturbating to the scent of their sex on their panties g's or thongs. I am a girl that has a very strong panty fetish. I masturbate every day with or with out a lover. I make love to my body, because I love my body's scent, feel and looks.