Panty Experiment - Panty Story

As he slid out of bed, Constance pretended to be asleep.  She had been waiting for this, planning this morning for some time.  Ever since she had discovered a pair of her panties balled up in the dirty clothes, stiff as cardboard.  She had to work to open them up, they seemed glued shut.  It took a moment for her to understand and then it dawned on her.  They were glued shut with dried sperm, and a quick sniff confirmed her suspicions.  Doug?  Who else?  Not likely anyone was stealing into their house and stealing her panties and jacking off onto hem.  But why?  What was so special about her panties?  She looked them over and wondered what was so special about her panties and could find no clue.  So she decided to watch and take some notes.

            Over the next few months, she learned a lot about her panties, at least she learned which ones Doug liked.  Before she went to bed she would make mental notes about which panties were in the dirty clothes and see which were missing in the morning.  She quickly learned her thongs seemed to interest him the most.  She even tried mixing them all up, leaving her fullbacks and boyshorts on top, burying her thongs at the bottom, but he would find them, leaving the fullback alone.

            Knowing this, she decided to try a little experiment.  For two full weeks she wore nothing but fullbacks.  The effect was almost immediate.  The dirty clothes basket was torn apart every morning, as he apparently searched for thongs.  Then came the little comments, “Constance, where’s all that sexy underwear you have?  You look so hot in it, you should wear it more often” and she would smile and agree, but continue to wear the fullbacks.  At the end of the second week his unmet need was causing him to become cranky and gruff, and she felt a little pity for him.  And so she went two weeks wearing just thongs, sometimes two a day.  And he seemed happier, but she also noticed something interesting.  On the days she wore two thongs, he ignored those and instead the full-day thongs disappeared.  This gave her an idea for another experiment. 

            She began wearing the thongs for 2 days, some even to the gym when she worked out, and she kept them out of the basket until she had three or four, of varying dirtiness, and she put them all in the basket the same night.  Sure enough, the next day the dirtiest was gone, found later in a ball, still damp, smelling strongly of his acrid sperm-smell.  She held it to her face a moment and sniffed a long time, trying to figure the attraction.  Aside from becoming a bit aroused at the damp, earth smell of his sperm, she was clueless as to what her panty smell did.

            The next evening, he was out late and she made good use of her time.  She chose a tight, stringy thong she had already worn for two days and layback on the bed, with its smelly crotch covering her clean pussy lips.  She began to rub it into her slit, which soon began to leak and get all slippery.  She continued to rub it in, feeling it soften and become limp as it absorbed her pussy juice.  As she began to feel the familiar tension that preceded her orgasm she noticed something else.  The warm fluid was mixing with the dried-on stains and releasing the smell of her pussy, much stronger and more pungent than ever before.  Soon the smell filled the room, or so it seemed, with every inhale bringing more of the musky, heavy, sharp aroma to her nose.  She brought the whole damp mess to her face and inhaled and then she knew, she understood, could understand the power of her scent , the raw, erotic, sexual feelings it produced, probably so much stronger in him.  As she gently touched her finger to her tongue, the smell and the sharp flavor pushed her over the edge, and she put her hand and thong back between her thighs, rubbing her pussy and clit over and over, coming long and hard.

            As she relaxed and recovered, she looked down at the thong and noticed it was covered with her cum, her white cream smeared all over the crotch.  She touched herself again, more gently this time, and soon came again, this time careful to wipe all of her cum into the crotch.  Later, she carefully hid the thong and took out a clean one and wiped her pussy with it, throwing it in the hamper.  Give him something to keep him happy for now, she smiled.  She had other plans for the other thong.  And for the next three days, she found a moment or two to rub herself to orgasm, carefully collecting her juices, sometimes thick, sometimes thin, in the now-crusty crotch.  It was soon impossible to see any of the crotch anymore, so layered was the cum.

            And so this morning, she was to find out the answers to all her questions.  Last night she had taken the dirty, cum-filled thong out and placed it in the basket, going to bed as usual, secretly excited at what she would find in the morning.  As he crept away toward the bathroom, she noiselessly followed him, careful to wait until he had been in the bathroom for about 5 minutes before she quietly walked in on him.  She found him seated on the edge of the bathtub, eyes closed, as her held the thong to his face, breathing in deeply, holding to over his nose.  She watched as his other hand stroked his cock, slowly jerking it up, larger and stiffer with each stroke.  He stopped now and then to collect what moisture appeared on the tip, to lubricate his fingers.

            As she watched, silently, he began to moan, rubbing the thong over his face, now  burying his face where her juice was thickest, now sniffing the string that had absorbed her ass smell.  Far from being disgusted she was fascinated, fascinated that this natural thing, the day to day excretions, dripping from her vagina were such a powerful stimulant to him.  He was becoming more hurried now, jacking himself more quickly, rubbing her thong all over his face.  She knelt at his feet, face close to his jacking hand and swollen cock.  When he seemed close she lost her composure and reached out and touched his cock.  His hand stopped in mid-stroke and he opened his eyes, immediately stifling a groan, eyes wide, cheeks red.  He was mortified, eyes looking for a way out, a way to explaining, knowing it was no good, he was discovered, he would have to confess, maybe loose her, have to live with the terrible mistake he had made, the giving in to desire, to panty fetish…She didn’t say a word.  She put her fingers across his lips, made him stop trying to talk, saved him from saying anything he might regret; she was not cruel.  Then she took the thong in her hands, carefully examining it, touching the stained crotch, and gave it back to him, a slight smile on her lips, pushing his hand back to it place on his face, covering his nose with the very center of the stain.  Then she squeezed his cock, now soft and limp, looking up at him, expectantly.  He began to speak, she could almost hear the apologies and she put her finger to his lips again and looked, questioningly from her hand on his cock to his eyes.  He seemed confused and she began to stroke it slowly, but it was dry, the skin pulling, maybe it hurt.  Again she looked up at him and he made no move, just watched.  She leaned over his cock, continuing to look up at him, and when her mouth was inches above the tip, she slowly, obscenely drooled a long strand of her spit onto the tip, where it collected against her fist.  Still looking at him, she began to stroke again, now using her spit to lubricate his cock, as it began to make wet, slippery noises.  He shifted his weight, moved his hips so she could reach him more easily, and she smiled and drooled another long string of spit, completely soaking his cock.  He was breathing heavily now and a groan escaped his lips under the thong.  She knew he wouldn’t last long.  She took the thong from his hands and turned it so the crotch was exposed, in all of it’s layered, stained glory, and said to him “Open your mouth”  His eyes widened, but he did as he was told.  She placed the crotch inside and pushed his jaw shut, watching him closely.  His breathing quickened and his eyes closed, and she saw his adams apple bob as he swallowed her taste, saw his cheeks move as his tongue worked on her dirty treat, saw him swallow again and groan louder.  She said “Now that you know my taste so well, let me learn yours.  Cum for me”  And he thrust his hips out as her lips touched, encircled his cock head, her tongue swirling around his mushrooming tip.  She knew he wouldn’t last and steeled herself, holding him tight, forcing his cock deep into her mouth, the tip near her throat, and then she felt it.  Felt the jerk of his first shot, felt the swell of his urethra as the semen push up, up and out, spattering the back of her throat, causing her to choke, the warmth, the acrid, salty taste, the sudden gush of thick goo, but she was determined to hold on, and felt the next jet rising, pushed the tip against her tongue, feeling the cum gush over it, filling her mouth with more of the same, fighting to keep from choking, not swallowing, holding it in her cheeks, and then it came again and again, powerful squirts filling her mouth now, the tip jerking and emptying, would it ever stop?  And then, almost as soon as it began it was over, his cock jerked but nothing came out anymore, and she realized it was not as much as she feared, hadn’t really filed her mouth, she was holding it all under her tongue, and then it hit her, what she had just done, taking his sperm into her mouth, doing this so very intimate thing, taking this part of him in a way that few would, and she began to become aroused.  It was so raw, so erotic, so lewd, she liked the feeling it gave her,  Just one more thing to do.  She pulled her mouth off and leaned back a bit, purposely letting a small drop escape her lips, roll down her chin.  Reaching up to collect this, smelling the strong smell of his sperm, her nipples erect, she opened her mouth to slide this drop back inside, letting him see the lumpy white load as it pooled around her tongue and teeth.  Looking intensely into his eyes, she swirled her tongue through it once, collecting a large lump on her tongue, and then closed her mouth and swallowed, loudly, finishing by opening up her moth so he could see, see she had really done it.  His eyes grew wide and then closed, amazed.