Smell Panties 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

She raised her eyebrow expectantly, smiling. Pulling slowly downward, he worked the panties over her butt, then hips, and finally down to her knees and calves. Lifting her legs for him, she let him finish removing her panties, then stood obediently, waiting for him. He wasn't done with the panties, though, and lifted them up to his nose, inhaling deeply. "God damn," he said, smiling and sitting back. "These smell like heaven." She snickered. She'd been sitting on them all morning and knew they probably did have a healthy amount of her natural odor to them. She wouldn't have been all that turned on if she smelled them like he had, but men were odd creatures.

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.

“Hang on,” Oscar said. “This is going too far.” “Shut up, Oscar,” Maddox and I both said at the same time. I stood up and slipped my panties off. Maddox held out his hand, and I somehow knew he wanted my panties, so I handed them to him. He closed his eyes as he held my panties up to his nose and took in a deep breath. “You smell lovely,” he said. He tossed the panties to Oscar. “Does she ever get that wet for you?”

I could smell Diane on those panties, and that sensory addition to the image in my head sent a quiver through my breast – and parts beyond – that I hadn't felt in a long, long, time. The panties were halfway into my pocket before I realized that Diane would probably look for them later. I replaced them under the desk, slunk back out to my own desk, and wondered how long it would take to get the delicious, softly musky-sweet smell of her out of my nose. That night, I found some of the strongest, spiciest food I could at a takeout place and breathed so deep I half-wondered if I were trying to actually scour my sinuses completely down to the bone. After that, I tried to erase the whole thing fr

Those sea-blue eyes stayed glued to my face, watching every move. I hooked my fingers into her lace tights—felt like a second skin clinging to her—and tugged them down. Next came her black cotton panties, soaked through with a dark circle of wetness that told me everything I needed to know. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deep—her scent was intoxicating, musky and sweet, like forbidden fruit. I shoved them into my pocket. "I think I need to get you some new panties," I groaned, the words coming out thick.

“Fuck, it smells good on you. I always wondered; I just couldn’t catch the smell,” “I like the smell too,” I admitted shyly. “You don’t think it’s too…feminine?” I hate how desperate I sound for his approval. I don’t want him to think I’m being weird or anything. I mean, he had a chance with the panties, but who knows? I bet he’d lose it when he hears I like stuffies. I shudder at the thought and banish it immediately.

His voice was cold as ice and when he picked up my pantie from the floor, I froze, my face flushing red with embarrassment. "Give back that! What right do you have to touch my underwear!" I yelled, trying to reach for it but the motherfucker was taller. "Hmm….." he hummed, sliding his fingertips along the soaked fabric, "G-string? our dear nerdy wears sexy panties too? Hmm, interesting. But why is it so wet, who made you cum this much?" I twisted my face in pure disgust when he brought it close to his nose and took a long sniff. "Wow….such depraved scent…."

Rummaging through the drawers, I found that he even folded them to neat, small squares in a very organized manner. The blush I feel on my cheeks grew intense when I saw the dominant color of my panties. Pink. Without hesitation, I marched my way downstairs feeling smoke steaming out of my nose and ears. God, I feel so embarrassed. But then I came to a complete halt when the most heavenly smell wafted its way to my nose. My stomach growled, or was it my wolf? I'm not sure, but what I do know is my mouth is watering right now. I inhaled it, and the next thing I know I was floating to the direction of that delicious smell. Only to find myself in a modern, high-tech kitchen.

My classmates were gathered around my desk, laughing and holding their noses as if something smelled awful. “What’s going on?” I asked. The laughter died down immediately as everyone turned toward me. A few mumbled under their breath as they went back to their seats, some still giggling. Then I saw it, a pile of something on my desk. I walked closer, and my stomach dropped. It was a bunch of old, dirty panties. They smelled absolutely disgusting. There were about five pairs, and the stench was unbearable. I put my hands over my nose to stop myself from gagging. “Who the hell put this here? Who?” I demanded.