Pant Sniff Novels & Stories

His mother certainly had big tits and a large round ass, but her baggy clothes that hid her curves definitely put him in mind of the BBW category, which he was not into. So, when he picked up the panties to look at them, the odor stronger now, he was surprised as he automatically pulled them to his face and inhaled, his pants growing tight as his cock hardened. The scent was magical, musky, and it lit his blood on fire. He expected maybe a pee smell, but it was nothing like that. When he sniffed the ass of the panties, he was again surprised to find not a hint of poo aroma, just something... earthier, but good. He pulled his cock out and jacked off into the toilet, the panties held to his fa

Despite trying to refrain, I ducked into her room, and my eyes flickered to her panties. I’m tempted to look to satisfy my curiosity about whether she and my dad had some things together. I touched her panties, and damn, they were damp. I lowered my head, sniffling in her scent just like how a wolf would sniff in scents when it's searching for something. Her scent hit me so hard that I felt my balls twitch and my dick swollen. I picked her pants up with my teeth, sniffling in her scent. Damn! I picked up her panties and dropped them onto my face, tilting my head backward while I imagined her cunt sitting pretty on my face.

The strong, tangy scent of her pussy hit me immediately as I brought them to my nose. "Fuck, Sarah," I whispered to myself, inhaling deeply. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of her natural musk, a hint of sweat from her day, and that feminine aroma that drove me wild. I carried the panties over to her bed and lay down right in the middle, spreading my legs wide. I pressed the crotch of her dirty panties firmly against my face, sniffing loudly as I freed my hard cock from my shorts. It throbbed in my hand, already leaking precum as I started to stroke slowly.

She said, Sniffia looked at her with a pursed lips, Peirce smiled at Vanilla’s direction, “I called it catapult but a slingshot is also cool.” He said with his thumbs up. Sniffia looked away, ignoring their chattering, suddenly, she scented something strange, looked everywhere while sniffing, Peirce and Vanilla noticed her, “Hey, Sniffia what’s wrong?” Peirce asked looking around, “A Tamarin?” Peirce looked at her, she jerked her head to the left, sniffing then she ran towards the direction without hesitating, Peirce and Vanilla were completely stunned.

He looked like he was about to snap. "Remove your panties," he said, his voice now a low, guttural growl. "I want to smell your heat." The command hit me like a physical blow. My core throbbed harder, and I knew without even checking that I was already soaking. I reached down, my hands trembling as I slid my pants down my legs and stepped out of them. I picked them up, my cheeks burning with shame and desire, and held them out toward him. He didn't take his eyes off the road for a second, but he reached back with one hand, grabbing the silk fabric from me. He brought it straight to his nose, inhaling deeply, a harsh, jagged sound escaping his throat.

"What did you do with the professor, sweet boy? Did you eat him, huh?" He answered me, nuzzling me in the chest harder, pushing me backward. "Easy boy." Grrr! The panther reared back and swatted the air. The growling grew louder. I used this moment to maneuver to my feet. He craned his head up to howl, and the sound echoed around us. Was he in pain? "Oh, what's the matter, boy?" I sidestep closer, holding my hand out. The panther collapsed to the floor in a heap and rolled back and forth. The howling became guttural and strained, shrinking before my eyes.

I ponder as I stand by the door and clasp my hand over her panties. When I feel the drenched fabric in my hand I groan. It’s slippery…fuck. I’m thinking this is the panties she wore today. Does that mean she creamed on it? “Fuck!” The word escapes from my mouth as I bring her panties up and tuck it under my nose, smelling her essence. This is so undoing. It makes me hard and eager to take whatever she gives. Right now, my dick is alive…pitching a tent against my zipper. I can feel the heat pulsing through my body.

I loved what he tasted like and it made me want him more. I pressed my nose against his hard on, inhaling it. He smelt so good, it made my mouth water. I nosed at it, tongue peeking out to lick at his pants. I could hear his breathing, but I wanted to hear him, hear the noises that he would make. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled it down along with his black boxers.

Although the other party still could not understand how it happened. "TCH!" Tsking in annoyance, Shantal commented, "That is strange. I don't remember farting." Alex, on the other hand, deliberately sniffed around her and said, "The smell tells me it might not be an ordinary fart." "Come on, you can't smell a thing. Don't fool me. You are a robot, remember?" Shantal rebutted, but then a foul smell assaulted her nostrils as well. "Yikes!" She yelped and her cheeks took a shade of scarlet.

On a Sunday morning, as soon as my stepsister came out of the bathroom, I entered it. I closed the door and pulled morning wood out of my pant. I was urinating in full swing. It is so hard peeing with your hard-on. Suddenly, I saw Shanita's clothes on the side of the sink. There, Shanita had left her panty and bra and I could not stop myself and picked it up and there are few more of her different color panties lying there. It was so soft and I can still smell her body odor and it was kinda warm too. I think she just wore them out. My inner pervert was fully awake now and I started sniffing it her bra and panty at the same time.