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It's All About the Panties - Chapter 1


It’s All About the Panties


My story starts in the summer. That glorious time of year when there is no school and no responsibilities. Specifically the story starts in the summer when I was f******n. The summer began, as they always do, with that giddy, free, ecstatic feeling knowing that I could do as I pleased. No deadlines. No homework. I could stay up late, or even all night. I could sl**p in. I could goof off with my friends all day long. I could even do my chores at my own pace. There is very little that can dim the bright prospect of that 3 month part of the year that every k** cherishes.

It always starts that way. As the days pass, though the initial shine begins to dull and the days begin to drag. It is actually that part of the summer when my story starts.

I live with my parents and my s****r. As I said before, I’m 14. My s****r, Britney, is 17. She’s going to be a senior next year. She spends most of her days with her girlfriends or at the mall. She wants little to do with me. My mom is a school teacher during the school year – 4th grade. During the summer she teaches at the community college to pick up extra cash. She’s gone pretty much every day until 4. My dad travels. He leaves bright and early Monday morning and doesn’t return until Friday evening.

As you can tell, I spent a lot of my summer days either by myself or with my friends. After the initial days of the summer honeymoon, as the days began to drag a little, I began to engage in two activities more and more. First, I spent more and more time on my computer – watching porn of course. The second activity deals with the title of this chapter. I am, you see, a pantyholic.

I love everything about panties. Hell, I even love just saying the word. It just makes you feel pleasant even to say it. P-a-n-t-i-e-s. It just rolls off of the tongue. I love all kinds. The big white ones, bikinis, boy shorts, thongs, lacey, gauzy, black, white, patterned. When you think about it, and I think about it a lot, panties are wrapping paper for pussies. When the panties come off, it’s just like Christmas.

That summer I became intimate with my s****r’s panties. There were two places that I could get into my s****r’s panties. (Not that way!) There was, of course, the underwear drawer. The panties were all folded neatly and looked really nice. The drawer had the added benefit of having the bras with which I also had a lesser fascination. On the other hand, you had to be extra sneaky in the underwear drawer. I had to fold the panties just right and put them back exactly so, or else risk arousing my s****r’s suspicion. The other source of sneaking my s*s’ panties was the dirty clothes basket. Now the panties weren’t neat here. The legs parts were often curled up and, well, they were dirty. Some of them had a little brown bl**d stain in the crotch, but most of the dirty was from the smell. From my perspective, the smell was the good dirty; I loved it. In the dirty clothes pile, I could pick up the underwear hold them, smell them, even whack off into them. When I was done I could just put them back in the basket without worrying about Britney getting suspicious.

One lazy morning I was in my s****r’s room going through her dirty clothes basket. She had just left for her friend’s house, and I felt perfectly safe inspecting the treasures to be dug out of her hamper. The first panties I found were a pair of pink bikinis. I held them up and inspected them more closely. I looked at the backside, imagining what her butt would look like in them. I then looked at the crotch and imagined what her pussy would look like in them. I held them in my left hand and eagerly searched for more. I next found a low-cut white thong with a lacey band. These were great. There was just a little cotton triangle to cover the pussy lips. I raised the panties to my nose and inhaled their aroma. Oh, it was marvelous.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

My delightful feeling sank hard into my stomach, as I filled with fear while turning around. There in the doorway was our next door neighbor, Linda.

“Well, uh… What are you doing here?” was all I could squeak out.

“Don’t try to change the subject. I came over here to ask you a question about my computer and find you into you s****r’s panties. Sniffing them!” she exclaimed.

“Well. Alright. Okay… Here goes. I have this thing for panties. It’s nothin’ personal about my s****r.”

“You expect me to buy that?”

“I dunno. It’s the truth.” I answered.

Now Linda is a nice looking woman. Late 30’s or early 40’s. Blonde. Average-sized body with a round, woman’s butt and nice set of boobs. She was wearing a tank top, shorts, and flip-flops. She just stared at me for a second.

“I suppose”, she said as she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her shorts, “that any panties do it for you.” I couldn’t have been more surprised as she swiftly took her shorts down. I was kneeling in my s****r’s room with a pair of panties in each hand staring at my next-door neighbor who just happened to be standing there in her panties. They were bikinis with a leopard print on the front and black over her butt.

I’m sure my eyes were pretty big by now and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her crotch. “Well Mr. Pantyman. What do you think?” she asked. She then turned pooching her ass out a bit showing me how they looked from behind.

I had been mesmerized by Linda’s panties and body for what seemed forever, but in reality was more like 2 minutes. As I came out of my trance, I realized there was a tent in my pants big enough for a circus. What’s more, Linda had noticed. Her eyes were now fixed squarely on my ever-enlarging crotch.

My hands went down to cover the embarrassing bulge when she said, “Well, well. You weren’t making that up, were you?”

“I, uh…”

“Let’s see if this helps you a little”, she said. And with that she pulled off her tank top. She had a plain white bra on underneath and I could feel my cock enlarge further. She took off the bra and there were her tits in all their glory. I was speechless.

“Come here”, she said. “Touch them.”

I was in a state of disbelief, but who could turn down an offer like that? I stepped forward and took her breasts in my hands. They were bigger than my hands, but not gross or flabby. They were soft and beautiful. Her areolas and nipples were pretty large and I lightly stroked her nipples between my thumb and 1st finger. She cooed softly and I could start to feel the nipples start to harden the slightest bit.

Linda suddenly got a sly twinkle in her eyes and a little smile spread across her lips. With my hands still in boob heaven, she reached down with her hand and began to rub my cock through my shorts. Up and down it went over the outline of my dick.

“Uh, Miss Lavin, maybe we shouldn’t…”, I stammered half-heartedly.

With that, her other hand went down, unsnapped the button on my shorts and unzipped them. I was not wearing any underwear. (I had planned on wanking to my s****r’s panties.) My cock nearly leapt out at her as my shorts slid to the ground.

She took my cock in her hand and began stroking it. After a few strokes, it was obviously getting a bit roughened. Linda spit right on the head of my cock and started stroking again.

“I have a better idea”, she said. With that she knelt in front of me and guided her mouth toward my prick. She seemed to consider my dick for just a second before sticking her tongue out to lick the head. She spent quite awhile licking the head before licking all the way down the shaft. When she got to the base, she lifted the cock and licked my balls. She took each on e in her mouth and sucked them before releasing them. Next she took the head of my cock into her mouth and began taking it down into the back of her throat. She bobbed her head back and forth over the cock, sometimes licking the head wit a flick of the tongue as her head moved back.

It didn’t take too much of this before I felt a welling up in my balls and started to feel a tingling all over. My first shot of cum landed in her hair just over her ear. She grabbed my dick and aimed it at her throat. Blast after blast went right into her mouth.

“That was a lot of cum”, she said when my balls had launched their last load. She swallowed the sperm and said, “You must be eating right. That was tasty. Now its my turn.”

She stood up, took my hand an led me to my s****r’s bed. She sat on it and spread her legs. She guided my hand to her pussy. Although you couldn’t see it so much, you could feel how wet it was through her panties. I rubbed up and down between her lips, as she began to move her hips rhythmically with each stroke.

Linda lifted her hips and pulled down her panties. She pulled them over her feet and dropped them to the ground. There it was – her pussy. Her cuntlips were bare, but she had some neatly trimmed blonde hair on her pube area. I reached down and felt her bare lips. They were soft and sticky moisture lined the slit. I stroked up and down with my middle finger running between her lips. Her hips were slowly rocking as I stuck 2 fingers deep into her cunt. She jumped just a little, but made no move to stop me. I moved my fingers in and out, faster and faster. Her hips swayed and gyrated in larger circles. I lowered my head between her legs.

I placed my tongue right on her vagina and left it there for awhile, inhaling the aroma and tasting her. Sweet. I slowly licked up the slit. As I repeated this, I began to notice the stiffening tube of her clit at the end of each lick. There was more and more cunt juice as I licked and licked. When her clit popped out enough, I went straight for it. I licked right on it, up and down and around. I placed the clit between my lips and sucked on it like it was a mini-dick. My tongue flicked the clit while I did so.

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes”, she moaned as I paid total attention to her love button. Her moans became louder. Her thighs began to tremble and the tremble became a spasm that repeated over and over. Her pussy became so filled with girl juice that it ran down my chin dripping to my chest. Her thighs squeezed my head and she held me in a death grip until the spasms stopped and she fell limp on the bed.

I looked up and her face and chest were totally flushed. She had a dreamy smile on her face. I also noted that this had made me really excited. My dick was hard and ready for action.

I stood up by the bed and moved up between her legs. “Oh no, not yet”, she said, but it was too late. My dick would not be denied.

I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her pussy until I found the cunt opening. I plunged inside of her. Nothing had prepared me for how great this feeling was. As I pumped my cock in and out, my cock became even harder and felt even more awesome. She started to get into it and thrust her hips up to meet me, as I repeatedly plunged my cock in to the hilt.

“Let me on top”, she said. I pulled out and lay down on the bed. She straddled me. She took my cock in her hand and guided it into her pussy. She leaned forward and began to lift her ass up and down. This caused her tits to swing within reach of my mouth. Who was I to refuse that invitation? Bent my head up and took her nipple in my mouth. I was also enjoying her doing all of the work on my cock. I began to thrust upward as her cunt slid down on my cock. That seemed to intensify her pleasure (and mine). “Ram it in me like that, baby. Just like that. Yeah!”, she cooed.

I could hardly take any more without blowing my wad, what with her tits right there, the awesome ride she was giving, and the sweet pussy aroma. She must have sensed this when she slid off me and got on all fours with her round ass sticking up in the air. She looked back at me over her shoulder and said. “Woof.”

I guided my stiff cock into her cunt. I grabbed her hips and began to really thrust. We made a slapping noise and her ass quivered each time I rammed my cock deep down inside her. She was getting wetter and her cunt juice was all over my thighs.

“Come on. Pound that ass! Drive it in deeper. Yeah! Now faster”, she ordered. Her ass cheeks tightened and I could feel her legs starting to tremble again. She arched her back up and just screamed as her whole body shook with this orgasm. I kept on fucking for a short while, but soon the excitement caught up with me. I pulled my cock out and flopped it between her butt cheeks. I thrust on last time and the spunk began to fly. Streams of my cum laced up and down her back. We collapsed on the bed together.

After a short rest, we both got up to dress. As we pulled on our clothes, we both noticed Britney’s bed had a large pussy juice stain and peter tracks s**ttered over the sheets. “Better throw Britney’s sheets in the wash. We need to get the coffee stains off from where I spilled”, she winked at me.

“Uh Miss Lavin…”

“Logan”, she answered, “you just rode me like the Kentucky Derby. I think you can call me Linda.”

“Okay, fine, but you’re not going to tell… you know, my parents.”

She laughed. “I think I’d be in quite a lot more trouble than you if this got out. No, I think this’ll be our little secret.”

“Do you think we might…”

“You are incredibly fun to fuck. I think we’ll probably make some more play-dates.”

And that was when my summer began to get interesting.

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