Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2002 20:36:52 -0500 (EST)
From: naughtybabygrll@webtv.net
Subject: The Smell of Sex Ch.2 lesbian authoritarian

The Smell of Sex Ch.2
by Couture
(FF, panty, humil)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or
offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c)2001 by Couture
Part II
'Damn, I must have put on the panties Monique had jogged in by accident,
these are much too tight to be mine.  I sure hope she doesn't notice
they are gone,' Laura thought as she felt the too tight panties once
again slip into her pussy.
As she walked to class, Laura's eyes kept being drawn to the slim tight
asses of her fellow classmates.  Prior to today, the only time Laura
really noticed girls bottoms was when she would make fun of the lard
asses she attended school with.
However, on this day, Laura's thoughts were preoccupied by panties.
Through the thin fabric of her classmates' short skirts and tight
shorts, she could make out what sort of panties they were wearing.  Some
wore low riders, French cut, even a few thongs and it appeared that some
girls weren't wearing underwear at all.
Laura wondered how guys at school could function with all these sexy
asses and panty lines around.  'Oh God, does this mean I am a lesbian?
Wait a minute, I can't be a lesbian, I like guys.  What is wrong with
me?  Mayby I'm so preoccupied about panties because of the tight ones
I'm wearing now,'  Laura reasoned.  The highly aroused girl stopped
walking and leaned against the wall to avoid an impending orgasm that
threatened to boil over.
"Oh God!  I may have to take these bastards off in order to get through
my classes today," Laura whispered to no one in particular.
In class after class, Laura tried to relieve the sensations from below,
however they seemed to keep getting worse.  The young blonde was
constantly squirming in her seat in an effort to keep the panties from
digging into her crotch.
"Is there some difficulty, Ms. Leigh?"  Her professor asked?
"Oh! I uh .  uh .   I strained a muscle while jogging," Laura replied
blushing, not meeting the professor's eyes.
Laura was humiliated and wondered if the whole class suspected what was
really going on *down there*.  She thought she could smell the musky
smell of sex again and she wondered if it was hers or Monique's and
whether or not anyone else could smell her.  She knew after this class
she would have to go to the restroom and do something, anything, to
would relieve the constant throbbing coming her sex.
As the class ended Laura made sure she was the last person to leave,
because she was afraid there would be a wet spot on the back of her pink
miniskirt.  Thinking quickly, Laura loosened the straps on her book bag,
so it would cover her ass, just in case.  Then she hurried to the ladies
restroom. However, with every step after being loosened, Laura's book
bag kept lightly  slapping her pert ass.
Between the book bag spanking her ass and the panties massaging her sex,
Laura worried she wouldn't make it to the restroom before collapsing in
a climax.  The poor girl wondered if anyone around her suspected that
she was dripping wet or even worse, could they know that she was going
to do something she had never done
before . . . masturbate in a public place.  Luckily, she made it inside
the ladies room without cumming and rushed into the first stall she came
to. The lock on the door was broken, but it stayed put when it was
closed.
Laura reached underneath her skirt and rolled the tight panties down her
thighs, before stepping out of them.  She was worried about being
caught, so she stood on top of the toilet lid where no one could see her
legs, if they walked in.  Then placing the top of her head on the front
wall for support, she proceeded to massage her throbbing clit.  In her
left hand she held the panties, she had developed such a love hate
relationship with today, tightly under her nose, smelling them ,
drinking in their musky aroma.
Unknown to the otherwise occupied blonde, two stalls over a young Goth
girl with her feet up, sneaking a smoke.  Her hair, fingernails, clothes
and lips were black, while her skin was ivory white.  She paused and
listened to the very interesting sounds coming from girl who had just
entered the restroom.

"Oh God!  Ugh . . . Ugh . . ."
Squitch
Shlep
'Can it be?' the Goth wondered, 'Can someone at this uptight private
school be wanking herself?  God, wouldn't it be funny if it was one of
those rich prissy bitches,' she thought, grinning wickedly.
Schlurp
"Ahhh!"
Laura was approaching an orgasm when she heard a latch open and the
heavy footsteps of heels.
'Please don't let me get caught.  Please don't let me be caught!' Laura
thought as her heart was pounding in her chest. She placed the smelly
panties over her nose and mouth to muffle the sound of her heavy
breathing.  The only sound she was making now was the drip drop of the
juices that fell from her sex into the toilet.  Laura did the only thing
she felt she could to quiet the drips she was making.  She dipped her
finger into her pussy and scooped off as much of her fluids as she could
and then stuck the finger in her mouth.  'Ewwww
. . . I can't believe I just did that.' Laura grimaced at exotic taste
of her secretions.
Then she heard the click clack of heels as the Goth girl walked closer
and closer to her hiding place.
"Please God, if you keep me from getting caught this time, I will NEVER
EVER masturbate again!" Laura prayed desperately to herself.
Then she heard the door behind her open and someone giggling.
"Please, LET ME DIE.  LET ME DIE!" she wished as she pushed her face
against the wall and covered it with the hand that was holding onto her
panties.
The sight before the Goth girl was amazing.  Here was a girl who could
obviously be a model, squatting on top of a toilet, with her face hid by
her hands and pressed against the wall.  The most erotic thing about the
whole surreal scene was the blonde's sparsely covered pussy gaping open
between spread legs and dripping its slick cream into the toilet.

"Ahem. <giggle> Are you all right?" the Goth girl asked.
"Aside from dying of embarrassment . . . not finishing
the best cum ever . . ." muttered a thorougly
humiliated Laura, as tears began to form in her eyes.
"What was that princess?" asked the Goth.
"<Sniff> I said I accidentally wore my dorm-mate's panties today <sniff>
and they have been rubbing me raw and hurting me 'down there' when I
walked," gasped Laura as she kept her face against the wall in hopes
that she wouldn't be recognized.
"I don't see any panties back here.  Oh I see, you have them up there.
What are you doing hmmm Princess? SNIFFING THEM?" asked the Goth girl.
Laura quickly jerked the panties down and draped them over her ass to
try to protect her privates from being seen in this vulnerable position.
"I-I was . .  ah . . . I was crying into them." Laura stuttered.
Careful to keep her face hidden, Laura looked down between her spread
legs and dripping pussy at the girl behind her.  All she was able to see
was a pair of black leather studded boots and pale fishnet covered legs.
'Please oh please! Go away Black Boots!' Laura thought.
The Goth girl reached up and quickly snatched the panties out of Laura's
hand, before she could react.
"Well, you must have been crying a lot, cause these panties are
positively soaking *wet* Princess Panty," replied the Goth girl.
"Oh! Please give those back *PLEASE*," whined the distraught blonde.
The Goth girl took the confiscated panties and began using them to
lightly stroke Laura's ass, thighs, and sex.  Whenever Laura felt the
panties touch her exposed skin, she would try to grab them with her free
hand, only to have them snatched away and moved to a different area.
Soon Laura was so horny from being teased by the panties and her own
meager attempts to grab them that her hands would stay searching for the
panties a little longer than necessary.  Her every attempt to grab the
panties became just a little slower than the last.
"Please?" Laura sobbed.
"Don't worry Princess Panty.  I only want to help you," replied the smug
stranger.
Even in this position, Laura had a smidgen of backbone left and said
loudly, "My name is not Princess Panty!"
"Oh.  Then what is your name?" asked Black-Boots sarcastically.
'There is no way I can tell her my name . . . *no way in hell*!'  Fresh
tears sprang anew and the defeated
debutante muttered, "P-p-princess sniff . P-p-
panty."
"I thought so.  Well, Princess Panty, lift your leg up so I can get
these panties back on you."
Laura obeyed and raised her leg in hopes of ending this embarrassment as
soon as possible.
Click
The Goth girl took a quick picture of Laura with a small digital camera
she had removed from her purse.  The picture captured Laura with one
trembling leg on the toilet seat, the other leg in the air, backed
arched and ass spread wide, blonde pussy gaping as juices ran down her
thighs.
'A little something to remember this by,' thought the Goth.
"What was that sound?" asked Laura, hearing the click of the camera.
"Oh that must be the janitor cleaning the men's restroom Princess Panty.
We'd better hurry and get this over with, before she comes in here.
Your other leg now," the Goth said.
Laura lifted her other leg and stuck it through the hole.  She saw that
the girl had black fingernails too.  Laura wondered if this girl was one
of those Goth freaks.
'Hmmm. I wonder if she has black panties too?' The thought of panties
brought another throb to Laura's pussy and the drip drop of her juices
as they fell below her.
"Oh, please let's hurry and get this over with before the janitor
comes!" whispered Laura, 'And before I embarrass myself even more with
my dripping pussy,' she continued to herself.
Laura Lee tried to lower her leg and found much to her dismay that the
panties gripped so low on her legs, she couldn't spread her feet apart
over the commode.  Her only choice was to step down and reveal her face
or place both her feet in the small space in the front of the lid.
So Laura placed both her pink pumps pigeon toed in the crevice, legs
straight but bent at the knee, sticking her ass high in the air, with
her face against the wall. Her posture spread cheeks of her ass wide,
her wet aroused cunt framed by tight thighs, providing the Goth girl
with another excellent photo opportunity.
Click
"Oh God! Please hurry.  I think I hear the janitor getting closer!"
whispered Laura.
Her legs and ass trembled from the strain of this posture.  The stress
proved too much for her legs and one of Laura's pink pumps hit the
water.  "Damn! Now my pump is drenched with toilet water, what else can
possibly go wrong?"
Click
The Goth got another hilarious picture of Laura quaking and then almost
falling into the toilet.
Laura finally felt Black-Boots pull her panties up her legs, mercifully
covering her ass and pussy.  Laura was able to spread her legs again and
relaxed a bit over the toilet seat.
"Wait . . . wait!" Laura said when to her horror she felt Black-Boots
stick her finger underneath her panties and against her wet pussy.  Then
the Goth slid the finger through Laura's soaked folds and began running
it up and down between her slick labia.
"No! No! Not that!" Laura gasped as she swung her hips from side to side
to dislodge the intruding finger.
"Oh this will never do.  Never do at all Blondie," said the Goth girl
shaking her head.
"No wonder you had such problems, these panties are entirely too snug."
"Now be a good girl Panty Princess and hold still while I stretch them
out for you."
Laura realized the girl was just trying to help and stood as still as
she could while Black Boots proceeded to tug, pull and smooth Laura's
panties again and again.  First, she tugged the fabric viciously back
and forth between her labia, embedding the panties deeply in the folds
of Laura's hypersensitive cunt. Then the Goth would pinch the buried
fabric between forefinger and thumb and pull outward until the fabric
threatened to tear.
"Owww! Easy easy .  please be careful!" Laura cried, as the Goth
'accidentally' pulled Laura's blonde muff instead of her panties.
'This girl must be a complete klutz,' Laura thought because sometimes
Black Boots would inadvertently pull Laura's exposed labia, swollen
clit, or pubic hair instead of her panties.
"Ugh . Oww!  Oh my!"  Having her pussy teased mercilessly had made Laura
hornier and hornier. She felt warmth begin to flow throughout her body
as a climax came closer and closer.
"Gasp -- Ahhh Ah!" Here was a reject she wouldn't talk to in a million
years and she was touching her where no one had ever touched her before.
"Oh *PLEASE* don't let my pussy c-c-cum in front of this horrible
bitch..."  Laura mumbled as she tried to think of something different
and not sexual, yet all she was able to think about was the image and
aroma of a black pair of wet panties.
"What did you say Princess!" demanded the now angry Goth.
"I-I-I said my p-p-pussy has a h-horrible itch..." stuttered the
distraught girl.
'Oh God! Did I just say that?' Laura wished she could take back her
words, the instant they slipped out of her mouth.
"Why didn't you just say so Princess," replied the Goth as she pulled
the crotch of Laura's stretched panties to the side and began to stroke
the blonde's erect clit.  "Is that the spot where you have your little
itchy?"
"No! No! Not there!" cried Laura as she raised her ass even higher to
escape the fingers that were driving her toward an orgasm.  Laura closed
her eyes and held onto the wall for dear life.  She was on the verge of
an orgasm and knew she would either reveal herself and/or fall in the
toilet if she let go for one second.
Finally the Goth withdrew her hand from Laura's clit, just before Laura
could embarrass herself further.  Laura sighed in relief and relaxed as
she got her urges back under control again. Laura smelled the musky
smell of pussy again and it wasn't her own.  She opened her eyes and the
Goth girl's black panties now covered her head, one leg hole over each
eye.
'Why did Black Boots put her panties on my head?' Laura wondered.
"Well your itch must be in here then..." the Goth said as she plunged
her finger deep in Laura's sex with no warning to the poor girl.
"Oh fuck!  Oh -- Ahhh!" Laura cried, as she felt herself penetrated.
Laura was openly grunting and panting now, too far gone to care. Her
identity now secret, she let go of all her inhibitions, knowing that a
cowl of this strange girl's panties hid her face.  The Goth girl ceased
her teasing of Laura's sex, leaving the nubile blonde pushing her hips
back, searching for additional stimulation.
"Uggghh...let me cum...Please."  Laura moaned.
"What was that Princess?  I didn't hear you," the Goth said, almost
laughing.
"*Please* OH FUCK I need to CUM!" the blonde pleaded to her captor.
"Call me Goddess Goth, slut and beg me to let you cum."
"I'm begging you. <Gasp> Please let me c-cu-cum Gah- Goddess Goth."
The Goth girl helped Laura down from her precarious perch and stripped
off the remainder of her clothes.