Panty Smell Novels & Stories

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

My body tingled, my p*ssy became wetter as if it wasn’t already wet. He looked at my panties with a smug smile. “Oh so wet already, little thief?” He stared at the wet patch in my panties before he leaned closer to it and sniffed. “You smell so good. I want to bottle this scent up and-” “You want to bottle my cum?” “Yes. And I want to wear your scent and eat you for dinner and breakfast and lunch...” “Shit.... Don’t say things like that...” I moaned out as he pushed the panties inside his backpocket.

I fucked up and I was man enough to admit that. "It's not what I think? Really? Then tell me what it is then. Do you wear G-strings now? Are you going to try to convince me that this is mine? Or let me guess, you bought this for me, right?"She scoffed and flung the panty to my face. I took a whiff of it. The panties did reek of Bianca. Harriet got up to take her seat in the car. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"She had the ugliest look ever and her words had spite ringing in them.

I mutter to Sadie who’s still looking at me like I’m committing the world’s biggest crime. Leaning closer, I catch a whiff of cologne from the bedsheets and let out a soft moan, shocking the hell out of myself. Damn, that smells amazing! My pussy reacts to the manly scent, clenching and soaking my panties as I let out a mortified laugh. “I can’t believe I just got wet smelling some old dude’s cologne,” I say to the empty room, already backing out before anything else happens. I’m going to have to face this old guy later with my guilty, wet panties. Gross!

Absolutely nothing. My eyes focus on a small dresser beside a rolling rack that she seems to be using as a makeshift closet. I pull the top drawer open and notice an array of panties. Nothing too extravagant, mostly basic cotton in black, white, and nude. I take one of the black ones and place it on my face while inhaling. It regretfully doesn’t contain her scent, but it had been on her skin.

A bulge forming in my pants, thick and persistent, begging for attention. I tried to play it cool, hugging them back as if I wasn't affected by them, sniffing their shower gel; Thia’s musky vanilla scent and Leah’s sweet floral one. Fuck. My mind was racing. These two were my moms, the women who raised me, but my body didn’t give a shit. All it could see were curves, cleavage, and asses that could make a man weep. They pulled back, beaming at me as Leah tugged on my ear.

“Please, Marlie.” She rolled me onto my back and sat up between my legs. Her fingers curled around the waistband of my panties, now stuck to my folds like a second skin. She tugged them down slowly, peeling the wet fabric off inch by inch. Her eyes locked with mine as the panties slid past my knees. She brought them to her nose, inhaled deep, and groaned. “Oh baby,” she murmured. “You smell like fuck. You smell like need.”

I still remember how flustered Rayne was when she realized I'd been watching her, enjoying the show. I did tell her I was going to keep this as a souvenir. I bet she thought I was joking. And I remember telling her she smelt incredible, like a juicy peach ripe for picking. She still does. I inhale the scent of her still lingering on the panties even after all these months. It's a torture device, reminding me of what I've lost. I sigh and fold the panty before returning it to its hiding place. I slam the box shut and keep it away.

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.

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