Sniffing Used Panties Novels & Stories

On my way out of our room, I wondered if Molly had anything, just being nice. She had two fat suitcases, still zipped, and her shorts and tee from her drive on the floor. I tossed them in and checked her bathroom. Pink panties, balled up next to the shower. I grabbed them and tossed them on top. The walk down the basement filled my nose with the scent of my daughter's pussy. By the time I put the basket on the washer, I was hard and conflicted. I stood and stared at them, inches from my nose. It's wrong. She's your daughter. But I remembered as she cleaned up breakfast, no lines, no panties under those shorts—that round firm ass. I put my hand over my shorts, holding my erection as I took he

I chuckled. She sighed sexily, "nah, I'm too tired. I'll clean it up tomorrow." She then stood up, set the device back on the table and slipped her satin, mint green robe on. She left it open, fulfilling my hope. She then picked up her bra and then her panties off the floor. "They're ruined," she said, holding the panties out to the camera, pointing the sodden gusset right toward me. She smiled and took a deep sniff of her pussy scent. "No way I can put these filthy panties back on," she smiled. "No complaint here."

Cost me hundreds to have these taken from her things in juvie, but they're the only thing that's been getting me by without her. Pressing the lacy black underthings to my nose, I inhale deeply, my dick already at full mast from her lavender scent. I've never had a hard-on like this. My breaths echoing in the quiet office, I unbutton my jeans, tear down the zipper and shove her panties inside the opening, raking them up and down my rigid cock. "Oh, fuck, baby. You like rubbing your pretty cunt on Daddy?"

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

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.

Giving it a small squeeze before grabbing her panties and opening the camera on my phone to record. “Your pussy smells like heaven, pretty,” I said, groaning when her scent wafted in my nose. I pressed her panties against my nose making sure the camera was angled my way. My head burned with the memories of her plush thighs trembling on my shoulder as I ate her out and my cock throbbed with need. Beads of glistening pre-cum leaked on my abs when I pulled out my tongue, and I licked her panties, wishing I could taste her again.

Then I remembered again the laundry basket in the bathroom and I decided to lock myself in the bathroom this time to look at these panties. Cornelia was now busy in the kitchen and did not pay attention to me. In the bathroom I opened the laundry basket and took out the tiny panties. I looked at it more closely and now I saw the wet stain that her pussy had caused. Instinctively I lifted the panties to my nose and inhaled deeply her arousing scent. The aroma was so provocative that I unbuttoned my pants with my free hand and pulled out my throbbing cock. I became greedy and licked now over the wet spot. The whole thing made me so horny that my cock twitched and I, because I did not want to s

Making my way back to my bedroom, I stepped into the bathroom and froze. On the floor just outside the shower was a pair of pink, lacy panties. Hands shaking, I bent down and scooped them up. Holding them with two hands, I stretched them out. Sure enough, the middle of her crotch had a damp, wet stain. Not as pronounced as they had been the night before, but still. I couldn't help what I did next. Slowly lifting my daughter's undies to my face, I wrapped them around my nose and inhaled deeply.

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…."

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.