Panty Smell Novels & Stories

And he sounded genuine. Scrunching my nose as I stared at the panties in my hand, I asked, "You couldn't tell how soiled they were?" Pulling them toward my face, I inhaled. They had a distinctly pungent odor. It wasn't unpleasant, though. But still. Then I said casually, "I masturbated with these on this morning." I'm not even sure why I said it, but since my brother and I were so close, I assumed the admission wouldn't horrify him.

“What am I gonna do with you, huh? You sweet little thing. You filthy little piece of her.” The second I brought them to my face, I was gone. I groaned—deep…as I inhaled her scent. Sweet. Tangy. Innocent and wrecked at the same time. The kind of smell that shouldn’t belong to someone her age, shouldn’t exist at all, shouldn’t be coating her panties like that if the universe had a shred of decency left. But it did. Because she wore these while she moaned for me. While she bled for me.

I smooth the panties, tugging it open to see the dried creamy discharge left on it. I'd been playing with it every day since she gave me these panties, there's barely any discharge left. My dick is hard for her. I lean back on the chair, stroking myself. I put the panties over my face, covering my eyes, nostrils, mouth. I want to breathe her in. I want to drown in her. Her stink makes my dick hard. I pant hard like a dog, stroking harder, faster. Avery, I moan her name. Oh, Avery!

"As you wish, your majesty." Today, she wore a purple lace panty which was already soaking wet when I removed it. Unlike other girls, her hygiene was top tier. It matters and it's never embarrassing to let the partner know they have bad hygiene. (Like honestly if they stink it's not pretty sex lmao)

I shook my head and went to the bathroom to start the washer. I threw my clothes in first, then hers. Right before I closed the lid, a pair of her light purple panties fell out onto the floor. I picked them up. They were a sexy little lace-trimmed thong. I was surprised, because I always thought Mary wore basic cotton panties. These looked hot as fuck. I stood there holding them for a second… then did something dumb. I brought the crotch to my nose and inhaled. That warm, sweet, musky smell of her pussy hit me hard.

"Sexy yan saka seductive yung low neckline. Magbihis ka na at ano ba ang suot mong panty?" Nag angat ako ng nag tatakang tingin sa kaniya. "Panty? Bakit mo naman gustong malaman kung ano'ng suot kong panty?" Napapagod niya akong nilingon. "Sagutin mo na lang okay?" "Okay okay, pink yung may burdang flower sa gitna." Ngumiwi ako. Ano kaya ang issue ng babae na'to at pati panty ng iba ay inaalam.

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.

"Get in now!" He yelled. "W-Wait," I respond with my head down. I wasn't able to move freely because my cum was sticking in between the tip of my dick and in my briefs. The cum hardened and acts as a glue on it. Plus, Dr. Karsyn scattered the cum all over my shirt. And now I'm smelling like rotten string beans with chlorine.

But it was the other evidence that made her stomach churn—used condoms, crumpled and sticky, tossed carelessly on the arm of the couch. Women's panties, lacy and stained, dangled from the back of a chair like perverse decorations. The air reeked of stale sweat, cheap perfume, and something muskier, more masculine kind of smell. Emma dropped her bag with a thud, her face twisting in revulsion. "What the actual fuck?" she muttered, stepping over a discarded bra that lay like a snake on the carpet. Her brother Justin was twenty-seven, old enough to know better, but he acted like a perpetual frat boy.

But then the ache started low in my belly, spreading down between my legs until my pussy felt hot and swollen. I squeezed my thighs together, but that only made it worse. A soft whimper slipped from my lips. Something wet and warm was leaking out of me, soaking my thin panties. The smell hit me next, sweet like honey mixed with something wild and needy. My own scent. It filled the small room fast, heavy and thick, calling out to anyone who could smell it.