Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2016 17:04:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Samantha's Fetish, (Lesbian/Adult Youth, Panty Fetish, oral, f/Ff
Adult Youth, pantie Fetish, oral f/Ff
This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women. If this type of content offends
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Samantha's Fetish
By
Jan
I must admit that I am rather shy. I think I'm
like a lot of girls. As soon as I reach puberty I
started thinking about sex, but in my case my
fantasies they were not about the hunky men, I was
hot over the sight of women. I started masturbating
soon after I had my first period. Mother had told me
beforehand all about my reproductive system, so I
didn't panic when I found traces of blood in my
panties for the first time.
The smell of my panties stimulated me, and I
developed a habit of digitally masturbating myself
while sniffing the crotch of my used panties and
occasionally got hold of my mother's soiled panties,
secreted from the laundry hamper. I loved sniffing
the crotch of panties that smelled of pussy with a
trace of urine and the rich aroma of the brown
residue on the back of the panties. Eventually I
discovered how to find lesbian porn on my laptop.
I never had the nerve to actually seek out
another female to have sex with.
Shortly after my sixteenth birthday I had a
naughty idea about how I could find a female,
hopefully a mature woman that shared my fascination
for soiled panties. I bought three sets of sexy white
panties with a little money I had stashed in a book. I
washed them carefully to get rid of the new smell and
make them softer. I had selected white to insure no
one would mistake what the obvious stains were.
Then I wore each of them for a week without washing
my crotch to increase they smelled of my cunt. I
didn't wipe my crotch after masturbating to insure
that they would have the strong aroma pussy juices.
I also made sure there was a trace of my urine in
them. I also made sure that there was a brown hash
mark in the seat of my panties. Then I composed a
note for each of them on a 3X5 card.
The cards read, "If you like the smell of these
panties you can contact me at my e-mail address. I
added my address to the card and stapled the cards
into the waist of the panties. My next thing to do
was leave them public women's restrooms.
I left one pair of panties in a restroom of the
local mall. The second pair was placed in the
restroom was the local YWCA. The third pare I
placed in the changing room of the mall's Victoria's
Secret. I left the mall wondering if anyone would
send me a message.
I was nervous about how long I should wait
before opening my e-mail. I waited until I normally
retreated to my room to do homework. I sat on my
bed cross legged and opened my laptop.
There were several messages in my in-box. Most
were junk mail that I deleted without opening, but
there was one message with an intriguing address and
title. annaf1492@yahoo.com and subject line said
Sweet Smell. My panties were already wet. I opened
it and read the message, and ready the message.
The message read, "My name is Anna, and I
wanted to tell you how much I loved the scent you
left in the panties. I got off smelling your pantie,
and they remind me of the smell of my teenage
daughter's soiled panties. Let me know I you care to
share some more sweet smells."
I was so excited my hands were shaking. I
wanted to respond right away, but I didn't have an
idea what I should say. I sat back against my pillows
and tried to come up with a response, but I was
stumped. I pulled my skirt up and pulled the panties
I was wearing aside and masturbated until I had an
orgasm. When my plus returned to normal I faced
the computer again.
I added her address to my friends list and
started to compose a reply. "Hi Anna I do enjoy
masturbating to the smell of soiled panties. I have
longed for a partner that shared my fetish. If you
like, we might meet someday to get to know each
other, and maybe even smell the source of our
desires."
After I sent the message I wondered how long it
would take her to respond. In the mean time I
figured I might as well do some homework. I left my
webpage open in the background. It would ping me
when a message came in. It was only about forty-five
minutes before there was a ping.
When I opened it Anna said, "I would be thrilled
to meet you someplace for coffee. I'm a 40-year-old
housewife, and have a 14-year-old daughter. As I
mentioned before I love to smell the crotch of her
panties before putting them in the washing machine."
We exchanged more messages to learn more
about each other. When I asked where she found my
panties she told me she had found the panties in the
bathroom stall of the YWCA. I must have entered
the stall shortly after you left them because they
were still warm. We even exchanged videos so that
we would know what each other looked like.
Anna's video message was the picture of a
comfortable looking mother type with dirty blonde
hair. I would guess that she was a size 14 dress. She
told me that she assumed that I was young based on
the size of my hip hugger panties, but she had no idea
that I was almost her daughter's age. Just the same
we agreed to meet at the Starbucks near the YWCA
one afternoon.
I took the bus into town and made my way to the
Starbucks. As soon as I entered as I made my way to
the counter I scanned the room looking for Anna.
Not seeing her I had a sinking feeling that she might
not show up. I bought a Caffe Latte Grande and
made my way to a table for two in a location where I
would have a clear view of people entering the
establishment. I was getting increasingly nervous
with each passing minute. I was checking my watch
so often it felt like the hands on the watch were
almost standing still. I hadn't been sitting more than
ten minutes, but it felt like a lifetime. I recognized
Anna the moment she came through the door. I
waved at her to get her attention.
She came directly to my table and we greeted
each other, and she asked me if she could get me
anything. I assured her that I had plenty of coffee.
She went to the counter and ordered a coffee of her
preference and returned to my table to sit across
from me. She flattered me for my good looks and I
assured her that I found her to be the kind of a
woman I was hoping would contact me. We discussed
our families and even discussed our fascination for
the aroma of moist warm panties. I admitted that to
that date I had only masturbated while smelling the
soiled panties of mine and my mother's panties,
without her knowledge.
Anna asked me, "Would you like to accompany me
to the home of a trusted friend that allowed me to
use her home for this afternoon, so that I can keep
my daughter from finding out that I love the smell
soiled panties."
I took hold of her hand and squeezed it. We
made our way to the parking lot and she led me to her
car. It was a typical housewife's type of car, a white
Toyota SUV. As soon as the car was moving she
asked me to remove my panties. When I slipped my
panties out from under my butt and handed them to
her, she wrapped the crotch around her finger and
held them to her nose, while she drove with on hand.
I couldn't resist reaching over and slipping my left
hand under her dress to stroke the warm crotch of
her panties. Every now and then I would withdraw my
hand and smell my fingers.
It didn't take long to arrive at her destination.
She took the time to show me the apartment of her
friend. It looked clean and as normal as any
furnished apartment, until we entered the bedroom.
Over the bed was an oil painting of a nude dark
haired young woman. It was a three quarter view, so
you didn't see her crotch but you got a good look at
one tit and an almost profile of her face. The
dresser had a few framed photographs of women. A
couple of the photographs had naked breasts
exposed. It was obvious that her friend was a lesbian
that was comfortable with her lifestyle.
Anna took me in her arms and kissed me on the
mouth. I was barely five feet tall, so she towered
over me. She had to bend over to kiss me, and she
was stronger than me. She could have overpowered
me if she chose to do so. Of course I offered no
resistance. I even helped her remove my clothes.
I was only wearing a new and baby blue polo shirt
without a bra and a short denim jean style skirt. My
blue rayon panties were still in her hand, I was quickly
naked except for the pumps I was wearing. I started
helping her get undressed.
It felt like I was undressing my own mother. She
had a comfortably plump figure. She had obviously
dressed to please me. Her dress was in good taste
and appropriate for a woman her age. Anyone seeing
us together would have assumed we were mother and
daughter simple shopping. When we removed her
dress she was wearing matching panties and
brassiere. The bra lifted her breasts and allowed
them to move with her motion, and the panties
covered her butt but they were so thin that the dark
shadow of her pubic hair showed through.
When we removed her panties she handed them
to me, so that I could smell the warm crotch and
streaked seat. They contained a strong aroma of her
pussy juice and urine, and the seat had that brown
stain that smelled of her waist. After I discarded
her panties I wanted to taste her body as soon as
possible.
We got on the bed and hugged and kissed before
I just had to take one of her nipples into my mouth.
I relished the warm taste of her flesh. I squeezed
the other tit while sucking on her nipple. My desire
to smell and taste her pussy was more than I could
resist.
I started licking a trail down the middle of her
body stopping long enough to drill my tongue into her
navel. Anna rested her hand on top of my head and
stroked my hair as I continued my trip down to her
pubic bush. It is impossible to describe the desire I
felt at that moment. My nose was filled with the
humid and mushy smell of her pussy. I could taste
the familiar salty and ammonia smell of the traces of
her urine clinging to her hair and flesh. I licked her
hair on my way to find her clitoris. When I found it I
sucked on it like a nipple. I knew I was pleasing her
by the sounds she was making.
Anna was making moaning sounds between
outbursts of profane words of encouragement. "Eat
my pussy BABY! Suck on my clit harder you little
bitch!"
I have no idea how long I sucked her cunt before
she cried out, "I'M CUMMIMG!"
There was that pause while we hugged and kissed.
I would have been embarrassed knowing that my face
and mouth tasted like her pussy if I didn't know how
much she shared my fetish for the smell of cunt.
When she was ready she started making love to
me. She turned me over onto my back before she
started making love to me. She started licking and
slobbering all over my little B cupped breasts. It was
so exciting, and I felt like my pussy was dripping. I
was beginning to beg her to eat my pussy. She
deliberately tortured me until I was crying while
pleading for her to eat my pussy. She eventually
relented and went down on me.
She hovered over me long enough to give me a
long tongue kiss. I could smell and taste my own
pussy juices. The kiss lasted long enough to deprive
me of air. When she released me I gasped for air,
and didn't resist when she rolled me over and pulled
me to my knees. I didn't know what she had in mind
until I she spread the cheeks of my ass. She blew air
against my puckered asshole. I felt her cheeks press
against the cheeks of my ass and her tongue wiped
my ass. She even stuck her nose against my asshole.
I could tell by the sound of her breathing that she
was enjoying smelling my asshole. I even had another
orgasm, before she laced our legs so that she could
rub her pussy against mine in a manner of fucking.
She did that to until she had an orgasm.
When I recovered I rolled over and started
kissing her while feeling her soft breasts. I couldn't
resist moving down so that I could take her nipples
into my mouth and sucking on them like a baby. She
allowed me to nurse until I made both nipples hurt,
then she placed her hands on my shoulders and
pressed downward without actually telling me what
she wanted me to do.
Of course I knew what she wanted, so I moved
my body to the foot of the bed between her legs. I
had never been that close to a pussy before. It was
exciting to smell the moist fragrance of her hairy
pussy. I used my hands to spread her lips open so
that I could get a good look at the inside of a vagina.
I could tell that our clits were very much a like, but I
had never seen the hole where urine came out of
before, or what the inside of a vagina looked like. I
rubbed my noise in her vagina and licked her pussy
before taking her clit into my mouth and I sucked on
her clit with my nose buried in her pubic hair until
she cried out that she was cumming.
When we were finished making love we got
dressed and she drove me home. We made
arrangements to meet at the home of her friend
several times and made love to each other and even
exchanged panties so that we could smell each other
while masturbating.
She eventually got an idea that since her
daughter and I the same age, or birthdays are only
two months apart that she could introduce us, and if
we became friends we would have more opportunities
to make love to each other. I was willing to do
anything to be able to make love to her more often.
Anna told her daughter that she had met a girl at
Starbucks that she might even know because we were
in the same school. Her daughter agreed to meet me
and Anna brought me home to introduce us to each
other. When I saw her daughter I was amazed
because we actually had a couple of classes together.
I would have never suspected that they were related.
Anna told her daughter that my name was
Samantha Jones, and she told me that her daughter's
name was Angie Nappie. It turned out that Anna
used her maiden name, and Angie used her father's
name. I would have never suspected that they were
mother and daughter because they didn't look
anything alike.
Angie looked more like an Italia, dark hair, brown
eyes, and her completion was an olive hue. I liked her
right away.
We started talking about school and discovered
we had similar taste in movies and music. We got
along fine Anna brought the two of to my home to
meet my parents. She got along fine with my mother
and my mother was comfortable with allowing me to
spend a lot of time at Angie's home and even
sleepovers.
When I was at their home Anna and I would kiss
and feel each other up when we were in the same
room without Angie. When I would sleepover with
Angie I would wait until Angie was asleep before
slipping out of bed to join her mother in her bed.
When Angie would spend a weekend visiting her
grandparents I would tell my mother that I wanted to
visit Angie. On those occasions Anna and I could get
down and dirty. A lot of times when we wanted to get
together Anna would make arrangements to use the
home of her lesbian friend. She would tell Angie that
she was going out with one of her friends.
One evening when Anna and I had the use of her
friend's home we had spent several hours making love.
We had sucked tits ate pussies and even rimmed each
other's assholes. I enjoyed being dominated by Anna
like I was her child, so I was thrilled when Anna
placed me on my back and mounted my body. She
squatted over my head and sit on my face. She
fucked my face while I stuck out my tongue. She was
still sitting my face when her friend got home from a
date and opened the door. We were so engrossed in
me rimming her ass that we didn't hear her enter the
house.
I was so busy licking Anna's asshole that I didn't
even notice that someone had entering the bedroom.
Anna simply said, "Welcome home Robbie! This is
the girl I have been telling you about. Her name is
Samantha!"
At that moment I was so embarrassed I could
had die! Here I was on my back with a full figured
woman old enough to be my mother sitting on my face.
I was looking up at the other woman upside down.
She was obviously a butch lesbian. Her hair was
cut like a man's and combed back in the style of the
1950's pompadour. The shirt she was wearing was a
man's linen dress shirt, and she was wearing man's
jeans.
Anna dismounted and pulled me to a sitting
position to make the introductions. I was
embarrassed sitting there naked with in the presence
of a stranger. Especially with my face covered with
pussy juice all over my face.
Robbie said, "It is obvious what you see in this
sweetheart of a girl!" With that said she sat on the
bed next to me and kissed me on the mouth.
Anna sat on the other side of me and the two of
them started feeling me up and covering my body in
wet kisses. While Anna was hugging me and
masturbating me, Robbie took the opportunity to get
undressed. Under her clothes she had strapped down
nicely shaped breasts and she was wearing a realistic
strap-on dildo.
This time Anna laid me on my tummy and pulled
my head between her legs, so that I was eating her
hairy pussy. Ronnie pulled my body up so that I was
on my knees and she mounted me doggie style and
fucked my pussy with her dildo. I was a sweating
mess by the time Anna and I had an orgasm.
Robbie removed the strap-0n and pulled my
around and sat on my face. She tasted like Anna but
there was also the taste of that synthetic rubber
dildo because the base of the dildo had been rubbing
against her cunt while she had been fucking me.
They insisted on me bathing before getting
dressed before Anna took me home. I was quiet on
the ride home because I was unnerved by the fact
that I had enjoyed having sex with two adult women.
By morning I had come to realize I was thrilled to
accept that I was a lesbian.
It was inevitable that Angie would figure out her
mother's and my true relationship. One evening when
I was staying at their house and Angie and I were in
bed together, and she said, "Why does my mother
love you and not me?"
I was stunned by her statement, "your mother
loves you Angie! What make you think she doesn't
love you?"
I know that the two of you are having sex with
each other, so why doesn't she love me that way too?"
"Your mother and I discovered that we share the
same fetish. We like the smell of soiled women's
panties and that led to us making love to each other."
Angie said, "I've known for years that she has
been smelling the crotch of my panties before
washing them. I deliberately masturbate in them and
stuff them into my pussy, because I know she smells
them."
After I thought about it for a short time I
started feeling her up and kissing her. I
masturbated her until she had an orgasm. While she
was still in a relaxed state I pulled her out of bed and
led her to Anna's bedroom.
Anna was expecting me to come to her and was
lying on her bed in the nude. When she saw that I
had Angie in tow, she tried to cover her body with
the sheet.
"Don't bother Anna, she knows about us, and she
feels that she shouldn't be left out!"
Anna lay there stunned to find out her daughter
knew what we had been doing all along. Angie and I
piled onto the bed and there was a lot of emotion as
Angie told her mother that she had known about her
smelling her panties for years. There was a lot of
tears shed all round. Then there was mutual hugging
and kissing before Angie found out what it was like to
have her mother sit on her face.
From that night on the three of us were almost
inseparable. Of course eventually I had to confess to
my parents that I was a lesbian. My father was
furious for days and mother did a lot of crying and
hand wringing but they eventually accepted Anna and
Angie like family members.
I embraced the name Sam and became a dyke.
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