Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 08:29:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Will Anderson <big69will42@yahoo.com>
Subject: Will's Jack Off Journal #12

Chapter 12 - The Cutest Girl in Class

I recall the cutest girl in my 8th grade class - Betty Allen (she had
huge brown eyes and a face that made her the envy of every other girl).
I had a bit of a crush on her, but then so did every other boy in the 8th
grade.

One day she and a whole bunch of girls were walking home from school and
I happened to join them.  I think we were all in the same grade (let's
see, that's about 13).  In those days, all the girls wore dresses or
skirts to school, and the boys spared no effort to catch a glimpse up
their skirts or shorts and see their underpants, when they got careless
and didn't keep their knees together.  We always debated what color they
might be....most seemed to be white.

I remember clearly that Betty and I were horsing around next to a yard
with a front lawn that had a gradual rise up from the sidewalk, and we
were playfully pushing each other, like awkward 13 year olds will do, and
she lost her balance and fell backwards and sat down on the little hill,
her legs apart.  The rest of her girlfriends giggled as we all saw up her
dress to the narrow crotch panel of her light blue underpants.  Betty was
rather embarrssed, but managed to collect herself while the other girls
pretended not to notice that her panties were showing....but I sure did.
Hell, I still remember it to this day.

The very next day, Betty had a birthday party at her house, and I recall
her mother asking me to go down to the basement for something, and in
doing so I noticed wash drying on clotheslines all along one side. Dryers
were't so prevalent then.  I made a beeline to the inside wall found the
"motherload" - a dozen or so of Betty's panties hanging there in a row -
all in assorted colors.  There was also unwashed, dirty laundry in a
basket next to the washer awaiting the next load.  On the top of the
basket pile I spotted what must have been the light blue panties I'd seen
up her dress the day earlier.  They were Carter brand cotton "Spanky
Pants", which were quite popular with the younger girls back then.  I
picked up the panties and went into a basement bathroom, sat on the
toilet, and inhaled the strong scent of Betty Allen's most intimate
parts.  I was bursting with the urge to masturbate, but didn't have time
to do it.  So I put on Betty's fresh unwashed cotton underpants, placing
my own underpants in my pocket. I was a small, skinny kid back then, so
they fit perfectly.

Then I retrieved what I'd been sent for, but before going back up I,
again, checked out Betty's panties on the clothesline.  I noticed that
most still had that same faint, yet visible cunt stains in the crotch
between the front and back seams where her cunt must have rubbed and
leaked over time.  Apparently the washing machine didn't get the stains
all out.

For the rest of the party I couldn't look at Betty without getting a
hardon under her panties, knowing that the same panties I seen her
wearing a few days before were now rubbing tight up against my cock and
balls, with her wonderful-smelling, slit-shaped cunt crust still in
them.

When I got home I immediately locked myself in the bathroom, put Betty's
panties to my face and tongue, and masturbated, imagining I had her
spread eagle on her bed, and was pulling down her underpants before I
entered her virgin pussy with my hard virgin penis.  And for years after,
I jacked off with those light blue panties (never washed them - why ruin
a good thing) always fantasizing about reaching up Betty's dress, and
fingering her cunt and asshole under her underpants before we had sex.

After that, I managed to collect many other panties from other girls in
school and in the neighborhood in a similar way, and knew exactly what
kind of underwear most of the girls in the neighborhood wore.  The best
ones were the unwashed panties that still had the vaginal discharge crust
and smell of the girl's urine, and sometimes even shit stains in them
and, better yet, blood stains from a surprise period leaking into the
crotch panel.  I could tell you how well every girl in our class wiped
her cunt and asshole by how crusted or shit-stained her underpants were.
I became "the" foremost authority.

I'd love to hear about your grade school panty raids.  You must have
taken advantage of the situation when it presented itself?