Smelling Panty Novels & Stories

he said, looking at a pair of pink, and a pair of blue panties. "These garments were worn today by your resident sluts, and your challenge is to use your sense of smell to determine who wore what. Which pair would you like to sniff first? Pink or blue?" "Pink." Essence held her pink panties under his nose, and he inhaled deeply. The exotic scent wafted into his nose, and a chill went up his spine... he'd always loved the intimate scent of a woman. This sample was pungent, with a strong, almost dominating scent.

I held it close to my face and was overcome by the smell that I knew from experience to be Marni's. Taking the panties in one hand and the cock in the other, I lay on my back with my eyes closed, drinking in all the sensations that were about to overwhelm me. The feel of the hard rubber, the size of the shaft, the texture of the thong, and of course, Marni's sweet smell. I almost passed out from the stimulation!

The smell of her arousal is already so strong that I could cum in my pants. I twist her nipples teasingly. Her back flexes, and her legs part more as she moans. Finally, her pants drop. The last piece of clothing on her body makes me growl. Teal lace booty cut panties that match her eyes perfectly meet my hungry gaze. Precum leaks out of my hard cock. I unzip my pants and free him. I leave my clothes on, loving that she is bare to me.

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

She pointed the front of the briefs right at her nose, where his penis would be if he wore the briefs. She was amazed by the fragrant smell of the briefs. Even though he had already used his underwear, it still smelled like a mixture of sweet chocolate and fresh mint flavor bubble gum. She was really impressed by her foster brother's scent on his body as well as on his clothes, especially his briefs.

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.

He was in the middle of the room, looking for a purple top and and a clean pair of jeans. After minutes of searching in weird areas, he found the purple top and paid of jeans that was actually clean. Now, time to look for the underwears. He sighted a couple of them lying around the corner. He went over and picked one pantie up. He stared at it for a couple of seconds. He couldn't believe he was doing this... He closed his eyes and brought the pantie and sniffed it. "Oh my goodness!!", He let out in shock as he stopped himself from throwing up. He wasn't expecting the pantie to smell that way. That definitely wasn't clean.

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…."

“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.”

It was another pair of panties. These ones were dark purple. As I examined them, I realized they were damp in the middle. Freshly damp. Was it our conversation that had turned her on enough to cream her panties? Completely unable to resist the sudden urge that came over me, I turned them inside out and then lifted them to my face. I could smell my daughter's musk, and it drove me wild. Then, I slowly ran my tongue along the crotch, tasting the juice she had deposited on the fabric.