Karen's Cotton Undies byParadiggler©

This is a story about a date I had about 6 months ago with a 36-year-old woman called Karen.
I had worked with Karen previously before she had left our place of employment for another job.
We always gotten on well in the workplace - she was a married woman at the time with 2 children and displayed quite a shy and reserved demeanour for the most part but not in a boring way. She simply wasn't possessed of an outgoing personality but more than made up for it with a good sense of humour and a very earthy attitude to things, which had always impressed me. And of course she was very cute – not overly tall but a nice body with curves in just the right places.
I would stop short of saying we flirted with each other but I think we both sensed that if the situation were any different, it might have been nice to see each other outside of work at some stage.
My feelings towards her were enhanced when I happened to catch a glimpse of her undies one day when she bent over at a certain angle.
Her shirt lifted and her jeans pulled down just enough in the other direction to catch a brief peek of her white cotton undies at the top of her jeans and this was a moving enough experience to encourage me to masturbate over Karen quite regularly for some time to come.
I got particularly excited at work whenever I knew she was going to visit the ladies room, as I imagined, (often in graphic detail) what might have been going on in there.
At the time of her departure, I was naturally disappointed but accepting of the situation and was equally happy just to let things be.
That was until about 6 months ago when I ran into Karen for the first time in probably 5 years purely by chance.
We ended up talking for about 10 minutes and exchanged phone numbers willingly but most significantly, she let it be known that she had separated from her husband.
The signals I got that from that encounter that she was indeed quite keen to catch up, so after a few days of deliberation, I decided to take the plunge and send her a text.
It was fairly basically along the lines of "let's catch up soon if you're available." I'm often not overly confident when I engage these types of encounters and am just as happy to let them go and expect little if any response once I've put it out there.
To my surprise on this occasion, Karen returned my text within 30 minutes with a positive response to the effect that her husband had the kids which meant that she was free over the upcoming weekend, so let's make a date.
Now totally encouraged, I fashioned a time and place and locked in a rendezvous for Saturday evening.
Needless to say, I had been masturbating quite enthusiastically leading up to the big night.
Images of Karen and her pretty undies were at the forefront of my fantasies along with plenty of imaginings of her in the ladies room taking care of what she needed to.
Putting these lewd thoughts aside as Saturday evening arrived, I met Karen initially at a local bar and we then continued to a local Mexican restaurant for dinner.
The evening was a great success and quite frankly I would have been happy to leave it at that, certainly keeping it open to meet again sometime soon.
But as the evening progressed, the topic of conversation, perhaps inevitably moved onto Karen's separation from her husband.
Rather than developing into an emotive counselling session, Karen instead expressed how relieved she was to be out of a generally unhappy situation and moreover that even though she had been estranged from her husband now for over 2 years, she had not been in another relationship since.
It so happened that I hadn't had a girlfriend either for an extended period and I also made this known to Karen.
There now seemed to be something of a common cause at hand and shortly thereafter, I found myself offering Karen a lift back to her apartment.
Happily for me, Karen accepted and even more happily, ended up inviting me in for a coffee.
Karen had removed her shoes from the time we arrived back at the apartment and looked particularly sexy slinking around in bare feet as she poured me another cup a coffee.
The conversation continued healthily as the clock ticked steadily beyond midnight.
"One thing I really miss about not being in a relationship for so long is the massages." Karen admitted. "I used to get them all the time when we were first together but funny how they just faded away with everything else...."
"Well I'm sure I could oblige if you wanted," I responded.
"That would be nice!" Karen confessed.
Karen's sexy bare feet seemed as good a place to start as any, so this is what I offered.
She quickly accepted and for the next 10 minutes sat there massaging her feet and ankles, making a point to massage some distance up her legs inside her jeans.
Not wanting to force this issue to quickly, I then offered to plunge into her shoulders, which she also keenly agreed to.
I then checked myself as Karen now sat herself on the floor between my knees with not only her shoulders but pretty much any part of her body that I may have wanted to touch, available.
Using her shoulders as the obvious pretext, I applied as firm a massage as I thought she would enjoy - Karen was not a big boned girl and although she had ample flesh in the right places, I was careful not to fracture any part of her as I dug in firmly but sensually.
I gained permission within a few minutes to slide Karen's cardigan off her shoulders to give me "better access" which is exactly what her tightly fitting cotton top gave me, along with the better part of a throbbing hard-on.
Still resisting the urge to advance too rapidly, I continued to work her shoulders at the back but ever so gradually moved my hands towards her collarbones and chest.
My fingers inched downwards towards her cleavage – Karen was not big-breasted but certainly had appropriately shaped boobs for a woman of her size.
Karen slowly opened her eyes, directing something of an obvious look up at me.
"Would you like to touch me there?" she queried.
"If you'd like me to," I replied.
"I'd really like you to!!" she urged.
At this, my hands found their way fully around Karen's breasts, gently squeezing and kneading them through her thin cotton shirt and bra.
"NICE!!!!" I cooed in Karen's left ear.
Karen paused after a few minutes and removed both her top layers, giving me a lovely first look at her small and well-shaped breasts. My hands were able to move directly to her nipples which became quite erect immediately with the flesh-to-flesh contact.
"Do you like my boobies?" Karen enticed me. "I hope you don't think they're too small."
"Not at all!!" I said in all honestly.
They were indeed on the smaller side but VERY nice to touch and feel.
Her now erect nipples became little buttons of brown putty in my hands as I continued to noodle them around to both her great delight and mine.
My hands also continued to wander in a downwards direction, gradually towards the top of her jeans.
Sensing where things were going, Karen intervened.
"Would you like to go into the bedroom?"
"I'd love to!!" I gibbered slightly.
We both gathered ourselves and headed in that direction, with Karen leading the way.
Things escalated rapidly from there as we embraced immediately and began kissing, Karen still topless and my jeans now swelling noticeably from the inside.
Karen's hand movement acknowledged my arousal as we dropped quickly onto the bed.
I pulled off my shirt and followed my slowly beginning to undo Karen's jeans, revealing to my delight a pair of pretty pink cotton underpants underneath.
"Pink panties hey??" I taunted.
"Do you like them?" Karen asked "It's been a while since a man has seen me in my underwear."
"I'm glad to be the lucky one right now!!" I gushed.
Once again, I was more than happy to advance slowly, gradually moving my face down towards her panty-clad nether region and beginning to kiss and nudge her around the area with my nose and lips.
Karen accommodated by parting her knees and now revealing the cotton covered triangle between her legs.
Immediately, I noticed two things – the shadow of brown pubic hair around the outline of her undies, some of which was just coming out the sides and also a clear patch of dark staining on the panty gusset – at this , I did not say anything out of courtesy for Karen.
She also did not resist or try to hide the source of potential embarrassment, so I gladly continued.
My face now moved down between her now open legs and with panties still on, I began rubbing my nose, mouth and face along the length of her panty-covered vagina.
Karen gently moaned as I also started licking the outside of the panties.
Unmistakable was the musky aroma wafting towards me – a sweaty, steamy vaginal tang which was not unfamiliar to smell between a woman's legs.
Now entirely seduced by Karen's wares, I began moves to manipulate her panties to begin revealing her private parts.
I ran my tongue ran up and down either side of her undies, feeling the coarse texture of her pubic hair on it and also catching a whiff of another unmistakable pussy odour – fish!
"WOW!!" I thought to myself. "This cute, shy, unassuming woman has a pussy that smells like fish!!"
With this, I simply couldn't get enough and had to reveal more.
I gathered the courage to delve further as I gently peeled Karen's panties away from her vulva to not only reveal the ample staining Karen had created inside her panties but also the full covering of brown curly pubic hair between her legs as well as the sharp fishy aroma that was escaping from her now exposed genitals.
As her vagina became visible form in amongst all the pubic hair, I noticed immediately how PINK it was.
"So VERY pretty!!" I thought to myself as I split her protruding petals apart with my fingers.
Inside, I could see her vagina glistening bright pink with some streaks of cream smeared across the rippled meatus and her little black pee hole also now splitting apart before me.
Framed as it was by an unspoiled crop of dark brown pubic hair, Karen's vagina truly was very pretty - and very FEMININE.
Her distinctly fishy odour revealed itself from within her pink cotton underpants, the colour of the material rather dull in comparison with the actual colour of Karen's vaginal opening.
I felt compelled to comment at this point not, of course, wanting to cause Karen any measure of discomfort or embarrassment but more with the intention of giving her a complement, if at all possible.
"WOW, I love your fishy smell down here Karen!" I said "I hate how men joke about the smell of women's private parts when I actually think it's what makes women smell like real women!!"
"No one has ever said that to me before!" Karen revealed with a sense of relief in her voice, pulling her legs even wider apart as if to reward me for my complement. "I've always been self-conscious about my smells down there and I know it can get pretty stinky some of the time. My husband used to get totally grossed out and wouldn't touch me down there!!"
"Damned FOOL!!" I joked, "His loss – MY GAIN!!!"
I continued to explore Karen's hairy, fishy quim with a vengeance.
With her full covering of mousy-brown pubic hair, it was necessary to search in amongst it to locate her private women's bits.
Using my fingers to pull apart her labia majora, I could see her moist, wrinkled labia minora folded within the larger lips.
As I kept pulling, her pretty brownish-pink flaps slowly separated and dangled loosely outward. Beyond the flaps, I could see the glistening pink folds of her vaginal interiors – her urethra became apparent as the lips opened as did her clitoris, which partially revealed itself from beneath its protective hood.
Karen's clitoris was quite well-sized in proportion with the rest of her vagina, which was quite small and tight. Her labia were of a medium size and were long enough to take on a curtain-like effect when they were spread apart.
I had never expected to see so much of Karen's body yet she was revealing some very private things to me. After all my imaginings of what was really in between Karen's legs, I was now finding out!
"Wow, you REALLY do have a pretty vagina!!" I remarked , still not having made reference to the brown staining on the inside of her knickers. "Such pretty, pink flaps hanging loosely in amongst all your pubes. It's so natural to keep yourself like this Karen - don't ever be embarrassed or ashamed about it! And it's so moist and clammy - would you like me to stick my tongue inside it??"
"MMMMMMM. PLEASE DO!!!" Karen gasped.
At this, I plunged my tongue in between Karen's vaginal flaps and into the core of her pink opening. The taste and smell of fish combined with the typical tang of what I imagined to be her normal feminine secretions was completely intoxicating. The sweaty funk of her pubic hair was also permeating my senses.
"I just LOVE the taste of your fishy pussy Karen!!" I repeated after several minutes of licking away. "I don't think there's anything else quite like it after hearing all the jokes about what women really smell and taste like and then discovering a beautiful woman who actually does!! How does my tongue feel inside you Karen?"
"I LOVE IT!!" she replied and then after a few seconds she continued, "I'd love you to keep licking me like this – my husband never did, I only ever got used to having his thing in my vagina – her never even put his fingers in there, he thought it was disgusting!! If you enjoy my odour, I just want you to keep licking me if you're OK with it!!"
With this as an invitation, I was compelled to continue, taking the opportunity of inspecting Karen's pussy very closely as I went.
For a woman who had given birth to 2 children, her vagina was refreshingly tight – very pink and SO pretty, surrounded by a mousy brown triangle of pubic hair and lovely loose pink flaps and quite a large, glistening and swollen clitoris which was tucked in underneath the wrinkled pink flesh of her clitoral hood.
When I pulled her vaginal lips apart I could see the obvious opening of her urethra which sat just above the shiny pink mush of her baby hole.
Underneath all of this, I could see the darker stain of her anus which I was also very keen to inspect.
As I lifted her legs, and spreading her buttocks, I could see the wrinkled nub of her anus and it was just as pink as the interior of her vagina!!
The area around her anal opening told a different tale – the brown external staining resembled a colour which must have been very close to that of her faeces.
With all her private openings now spread wide open in front of me and emitting a wonderfully sharp, fishy and feminine odour, I took up Karen's offer to keep licking her.
Swirling my tongue around her vagina and through the pubic hair, Karen began to moan.
I kept her pink undies pulled to the side all the while, still not mentioning anything about the staining.
Her vagina was so pink and inviting, it seemed only appropriate to insert my tongue inside, which I did.
I could almost immediately taste the tang of her vaginal moisture as well as a distinct taste of pee - I remembered Karen having gone to the toilet about 3 or 4 times during the evening, so the remnant taste was probably from this.
It was a very soft and wet feeling on my tongue as I began to slide it in and out of her tender vaginal opening.
Her brown pubic hair brushed my nose and chin as I firmed and extended my tongue inside her, building up a nice rhythm as Karen really began to moan deeply with my tongue moving in and out of her.
There was also a lovely cocktail of Karen's fishy pussy juice and her urine building up in my mouth.
This was really what I wanted to savour, in the knowledge that this had all been produced inside Karen's underpants within the space of an evening.
It was wonderful to experience so directly the activity between this woman's legs during the time I had been with her.
Yet there was even more to come.
I was very motivated to eventually transfer my tongue from her vagina to her dirtier back passage and enjoy the odour and taste that was on offer from this very private part of her body.
As I got around to shifting her undies to another position in order to get better access to her rear end, Karen notice me pause and briefly inspect the fabric.
"Have I got stains on my undies down there??" she asked.
"MmmmmHmmmm..." was my cautious reply.
"What colour are they??" Karen continued to enquire.
"Pretty brown and yellow," I answered honestly.
"Mmmmm. I 'm sorry! Sorry, I've always got stains in my undies, even when I was a young girl and I'm still getting them. I can't help it. Please don't be turned off by it, I keep myself really clean down there most of the time." Karen was apologetic.
"It's OK," I responded. "I love seeing someone's undies in their natural condition!! It's what it means to be a mature woman and you shouldn't be ashamed of it. It's your secret stories from your private lady bits and it's like the inside of your pink cotton knickers are the canvas! I love seeing a lady's discharge stains when she takes her undies off and sometimes I don't even mind a few skid marks in there as well!!
"I don't have any of those do I??!!" she asked with shock.
"Let me see," I said as I altered the gusset to get a better look. "You've actually got some light ones at the back here!!"
"OH NO!! I'm SOOOO sorry..." Karen giggled apologetically.
"Please don't worry!! I think it's actually really sexy!!!" I admitted enthusiastically.
And at this, I applied my nose to both sets of stains and inhaled Karen's private odour.
It was such a huge turn on to be sniffing the discharge stains on the inside of Karen's pink underpants.
Her tiny crotch panel was entirely stained brown with intimate female fluids; the top seam of the panel was heavily wrinkled most likely from the direct contact with her moist labia for the duration of the time that we were out on our date.
I also began sniffing around the back of her knickers, where her anus had left some very light but visible brown staining. Perhaps this was as a result of her not wiping her bottom properly after going to the toilet – a suspicion that was probably confirmed moments later when I spread her anus wide apart and noticed an amount of brown faecal residue in the hairs around it.
The sweaty, fishy musk of her vaginal discharge was highly sensual, combined with the soft, stained dirtiness of the inside of her panties.
But it was the distinctive faecal tang of the rear skid marks that enhanced the smell and taste of her private openings more than anything.
Having sniffed the interior of her undies thoroughly over several minutes, I then began running my tongue across the surface of the dirty crotch panel, looking up at Karen as I did so.
Her response was almost as if I had been applying my tongue directly onto her clitoris – moaning deeply with her eyes closed as I licked and eventually began sucking the discharge soaked material.
Taking the entire inner crotch panel into my mouth, I was now fully engaged with Karen's vaginal discharge – all the flavours and odours of her pretty private parts were now finding their way into my mouth and nose.
I was also finding it very difficult to reconcile the idea that Karen's husband had been so averse to enjoying his wife's intimate secrets like this.
Her unwashed vagina was so pretty and feminine - it had been so clearly active inside her soft, cotton underpants and was capable of producing such a natural fishy odour and beautiful, moist staining that I simply could not understand why a married man would not take advantage of a wife that presented him with this as a matter of course.

Karen's fishiness, rather than being off-putting, was completely intoxicating - the steamy odour emitting now from her wide open fanny with her stained intimates still pulled to the side and surrounded on all sides by her brown pubic hair was quite a platter to be dining from.
It did not take long therefore, for me to insert my tongue inside her vagina and soon after into her anus.
I had taken time to inspect Karen's anal opening and the area surrounding it before deciding to lick it. To be honest, I almost certainly would have licked it even if she had been in the process of excreting a large, smelly stool right then and there!!
As it was, there was clearly some brown faecal residue around her anus – combined with perhaps some toilet paper fibres from her attempts to wipe herself after a bowel movement.
After hesitating momentarily, I stopped worrying about transmitting Karen's faecal bacteria into my mouth and began licking away.
If anything, I spent extra time massaging the hairs surrounding her anus with the tip of my tongue in the hope of getting some of Karen's tender poo flavours onto the back of my tongue.
It didn't take long and I could really taste Karen deeply within my mouth.
Her faecal flavours were now tantalising my tongue with their foul and bitter tang.
I paused to look at what I was licking and intentionally pulled her wide buttocks apart and gazed longingly at her brown, moist anus.
The hairs and wrinkles around the opening were stained the same colour as her poo whilst the bright pink core looked incredibly fresh and clean for something that was in such close contact with the contents of her daily bowel movements.
I just licked and licked away, pointing my tongue harder and harder against tender nub of her anus as Karen responded with some very audible and breathless moaning.
As my tongue ventured further up her anus, I re-applied my nose to the stained innards of her pink underpants, inhaling deeply all the while.
Karen had currently taken the length of my penis deep within her mouth and was applying a very passionate blow job as my tongue continued to dance around her hairy anus and vagina.
Inhaling the odour which had absorbed so strongly into her cotton undies was nothing short of tantalising as I felt an orgasmic eruption building within me.
"OOOOOHHHHHH!!! Keep licking my anus like that!!!" Karen begged me.
And as tempted as I was to keep doing just that, I was also desperate to put her soiled smelly undies in my mouth and just suck her private, feminine odour as deeply as I could.
It was a wonderfully sensual dilemma to have and I could feel myself coming quickly in either way.
The final decision was away from me quickly as I took a sharp inhalation from the base of Karen's disgusting pink panties almost simultaneously as Karen had started caressing my balls and massaging my perineum.
My tongue stiffened and pushed hard against Karen's wrinkled pink anus as I began shooting wads of semen convulsively into Karen's mouth - the taste of her faeces sharply in my mouth at the same time I inhaled her musky, fishy pussy odour from the stained crotch panel of her pink cotton underpants.
It was one of the most satisfying dates I could have imagined!!!

The Panty Burglar byrikkitampa2014©

Davide (pronounced Da-VEED) was a burglar par excellence. A former Cirque du Soleil acrobat, Davide had been forced to "retire" at the tender age of 25 following a scandal with a Chinese contortionist. Nevertheless, this being Canada, and more importantly the province of Quebec, Davide received a generous termination settlement.
Bored to tears and despondent over this sudden new unchallenging "phase two" of his life, Davide briefly considered suicide—until discovering the magical powers of a certain American brand of antidepressant he "lifted" from a friend of a friend's house during a party one weekend. That and a face-powder tin full of pharmaceutical-grade cocaine.
The breakthrough, the epiphany if you will, in Davide's new life came one day while feeding his sister Sophie's cat, also named Sophie. Sophie—the sister—was as beautiful as her brother was handsome. Like Davide she had a trim, lithe body and like Davide Sophie was a performer. Having worked sporadically for several years in both Montreal and New York as a stage actor and dancer, Sophie now had a permanent gig at a dance club exotique in Longueuil. Her apartment was conveniently located nearby. It was here, at the club, that Sophie met one of Quebec's richest men, an Egyptian financier. And it was this gentleman Sophie was now on a private yacht with, somewhere in the Caribbean's blue waters. While she was gone Davide had agreed to feed Sophie the cat. It wasn't like he had anything else to do.
It was after filling Sophie's bowl and refreshing her water that Davide began nosing around Sophie's—the sister—personal effects. Finding nothing of interest in her medicine cabinet—she'd packed up all the good stuff for the trip—Davide moved on to her bureau. Because of its mahogany height, and just for kicks, Davide, while Sophie the cat looked on with interest, had climbed atop the bureau and was hanging upsidedown by his toes. It was in the third drawer down—well, up—that Davide hit the motherlode. He flipped to the floor in excitement. For to a man with a panty fetish, such as Davide, discovering a beautiful woman's underwear drawer is the equivalent of a pirate opening a treasure chest brimming with gold doubloons. Davide ran his hands through the silky, sisterly treasure. He brought pair after pair to his face. He caressed them, he breathed in their perfume. He—
Having chosen a particularly silky, lacy, racy, lavender pair, Davide dashed to the mirror with them. He barely managed to get his trousers undone and his throbbing hard-on out. And barely managed to get the luxurious seat of the panty wrapped his cock, and more importantly its head—Davide was Jewish, well, half—when the involuntary explosion occurred. Davide let out a shriek and watched in horrified amazement as lavender turned a spreading grey while thick clots of white leaked out a leghole. Davide looked at the parquet floor, newly decorated. Another shriek. A curious Sophie was slinking toward it.
"Beat it!" he cried, in English. (Sophie was a rescue cat Sophie had picked up in New York, and she only understood l'anglais.) Followed, in French, by: "Sophie's gonna kill me!"
After rinsing the poor panty out in the bathroom sink and leaving it to soak in detergent, and after mopping up his floorboard mess, Davide instead offered Sophie a saucer of soy milk and then collapsed on his sister's ratty couch with a Molson. It was at this precise moment—well, a beer or two later—that the epiphany occurred.
There are thousands of beautiful women in Montreal, he reasoned. No, hundreds of thousands. And they all have Facebook pages and Instagram. Their location is easily enough found out. I, by day, Davide said to himself, could begin breaking into their apartments while they're at work and, after obtaining my "release," as I have just done now (Merci, Sophie mon cher!), steal the silky source of my comfort. And start a varied collection. A trophy room if you will. Like the cups and medals and ribbons and awards an Olympic gymnast might keep, behind glass. Only mine (trophy room, that is) will be a bedside drawer. For, you know, convenience's sake.
Now. I will need (Davide went on, pacing in front of Sophie the sister's window, while Sophie the cat observed), since it will be daylight, a white costume. No, black. Skin-tight, but with a big pocket in front. Maybe Aunt Genet could sew me up something custom. Gloves, which I already have. Check. A compact jimmying tool. (Note to self: Look up options on the internet.) Nylon rope. Check. What else? A pistol? NON! Ziplock plastic bags. The freezer kind. Large. Easily obtained at the neighborhood grocery store. (Another note: Remember to buy them one box at a time. So as not to arouse suspicion.)
Davide clapped his hands, to Sophie's ears-back surprise. The deed, while not done, aside from today, was nevertheless fully realized. The die was cast.
"I shall become," Davide declared aloud, "a cat burglar!"
"Meow?" Sophie inquired.
"What?" Davide asked in English, before heading to the bathroom sink muttering French.
Davide's various roles in the circus had prepared him brilliantly for his new avocation (since he was not stealing money it could hardly be termed a vocation). In the bright glare of broad daylight he could scale a four-story fire escape, jimmy a window and slip through it in the time it would take a normal person, even a halfway athletic one, to mount the first flight of metal steps. And since he was an exceedingly quick cummer the time he dwelled in this or that woman's, or couple's, apartment was brief indeed. His panty collection grew and grew. As did his once seemingly irreparable self-esteem.
When not breaking into people's homes he walked down the street with his chest out and a broad smile on his face. I am King! he liked declaring. A Prince, anyway. The Prince of Panties! he would laugh outloud, invariably drawing the attention of others in the hair salon he frequented. ("What's with that asshole?" was often heard. Davide, however, on top of the world by now, could not have cared less.) True, there were occasional blunders. Miscalculations. A new roommate still in the apartment after his beautiful panty-target had long left for work. A sleep-over boyfriend he hadn't counted on. That kind of thing. But these were minor obstacles, mere bumps in the road. For the ever-resourceful Davide could back out of a window as quickly as he could enter one. And by the time the police arrived, if they did arrive, a bounding Davide would be three blocks away, enjoying a craft beer in one of Montreal's drab neighborhood bars.
Huh! he thought. You might as well try to catch a chimpanzee on the loose. Or orangutan. Good luck!
Davide's long-running success as Montreal's panty burglar stemmed from the care he took with his victimless victim's cum-filled undergarment. After "doing the deed," and having learned from his spillful first-time experience with Sophie the sister's lavender-and-lace string bikini, Davide took great care in his choosing and subsequent handling of the freshly soiled and sopping wet "trophy." By sticking with larger styles (French-cut was fine, although he drew the line at anything skimpier than a hipster, or a size 6) and, once masturbated in, carefully removing and then folding over that day's chosen panty, and inserting it with additional sticky care into the ziplock freezer bag, Davide avoided the possibility of detection. Just as his gloves (which he removed, one of them, in order to jerk off) obviated fingerprints, so his ziplock Glad bags denied his pursuers DNA evidence. Couple that with his gymnastic prowess, and Davide, over and over again during an eight-month period, was repeatably able to commit...the perfect crime. He became known, when known at all, as the ever-elusive "Panty Burglar of Montreal."
The beginning of Davide's downfall came innocently enough on a Tuesday, late morning. It could not have been more routine. It was snowing and Davide had switched to the white costume Aunt Genet had customized for him. A male and female couple occupied (though not at the moment) this particular abode and Davide, after choosing a panty from the drawer, quickly jacking off into it and "zipping" it, had his eye caught by something on a second perpendicular dresser he presumed to be the husband's. At any rate it had bottles of men's cologne on its lace doily. In addition there was, on the far left, a squat jar with a yellow label. Davide took a moment to walk over to it. On label's left side was the black image of a medieval knight holding a jousting lance. To the right of this, black on yellow, was the product's bold name:
CUM-A-LOT
Davide picked the jar up, read the back of the label: "Directions: For first-time user man, apply liberally over both testicals [sic] twice daily. After two weeks reduce supplication [sic] to once daily. Results can best be prophesized [sic] after 3 weeklongs [sic]. Stop usage eminently [sic] should swelling to access [sic] or burning fire result. Not for oral consumption. Increase [sic] sperm count or potency of man not included. Guarantee or You're [sic] Money Back. Product of China."
Hm, Davide thought, pocketing the jar along with his wet panty trophy.
Later that day he looked up Cum-A-Lot on the internet. The website was in English. That is to say, intelligible English. Davide read:
Cum-A-Lot is an amazing breakthrough in increased semen volume production. Scientifically tested, Cum-A-Lot has been shown to increase semen volume by as much as 100% or more after regular application. Applied directly to the testicles by a male or his partner (pregnant women should avoid contact with the product, or wear hazmat-grade gloves) Cum-A-Lot is unconditionally guaranteed to increase semen volume beginning in as little as three weeks, when properly applied. (Results will vary.) If you're not completely satisfied with the Cum-A-Lot cream you may return it for a full refund on your credit card. Simply pay for return shipping to China. For more information about the kind of results you may experience after using our product, click on the Testimonials button below. Millions of happy Cum-A-Lot users around the globe have entrusted their faith in our product in order to increase semen volume and the consequent enhancement of their partner's pleasure. Be Amazed! Try Cum-A-Lot!
Hm, Davide again thought. The jar he'd stolen had been nearly empty. And the best deal seemed to be the "Triple Play:" three jars for $185. Time to dip into his termination settlement again! Davide clicked buy. He couldn't wait. Thank god it wasn't the Chinese New Year...
Eschewing saving three-day loads for his panty runs, Davide, product now in hand, decided to do a little experiment. Having purchased a box of non-lubricated, receptacle-end Trojans at the corner store, Davide, properly sheathed and after just one day's rubbing of the cream onto his shaved balls, masturbated. He then weighed the outcome on a little scale he had. A miniature, plastic "scales of justice" given to him by his parents one Christmas prior to their acrimonious divorce. Since he had no weights, per se, he used Molson beer bottle caps. Three, four...six. Six in all. He made a note.
Three weeks later, after assiduously using the product and ignoring the warning about cutting back to once daily application after two weeks, Davide conducted another condom experiment. Holy shit! He didn't have to weigh the three-day load to see the difference. He weighed it anyway. And ran out of beer caps at the count of 13. Holy fuck! This stuff is great!
It was right after this, at his next burglary, that Davide sealed his own acrobatic fate. The panty was pink. Silky microfiber. With lace. It really felt good. (Don't they all?) But his cum went everywhere. Squirted out each leghole. Out the lace waist perforations. Even through the seat's fabric. Davide had never seen so much semen! And once he and three other male performers had gotten drunk and had a circle jerk. It got all over his hand. Some dripped on the dresser. More, much more dripped to the floor. Which is to say the bedroom's thick, knotty carpet. (Unfortunately for Davide it was not a Stainmaster.)
Davide cleaned it up the best he could. But it was hopeless. The fucking rug! He heard footsteps and had to exit. He'd left the panty drawer open.
Mon dieu!
Detectives from the municipal police department showed up at his door three days later, just as he was about to perform another experiment. They had a warrant. He was charged with one count each of breaking and entering and burglary. "But," as the lead detective went on to say, "if you're who we think you are there's lots more to follow."
There was. 48 counts in all. 48 times two.
When, the night of his arrest, he asked the police how they'd been able to nail him the lead detective, a paunchy guy named Simenon, replied: DNA evidence.
"Yeah but how can you prove it's mine?" Davide asked hopefully.
"It was a match. A perfect match with the sample you were required to give when that Chinese contortionist brought workplace harassment charges against you a year ago."
"Oh."
"And believe me, the lady in the apartment you robbed wasn't too happy about having to replace her wall-to-wall carpet either. So you can expect a lawsuit from her too."
Great, a handcuffed Davide thought. Just great.
He pled guilty, what the hell. The court's sentence was harsh. Seven years in prison—but with the possibility of parole after 13 months. Harsh by Canadian standards, in other words.
Davide's second life was over, however. Ruined. Caput. He was an object of ridicule around the world. The Panty Burglar, the Canadians dubbed him, his picture plastered all over the newspapers and online. In nearby towns like New York and Philadelphia the tabloids called him The Montreal Panty Burglar, while in other more distant, geography-challenged places, such America's deep south, he was merely referred to as the Canadian Panty Burglar. Whatever, his infamy was universal.
He had one visitor the whole while. Sophie drove to the prison outside Quebec City on weekends about once a month. She looked haggard. The thing with the Egyptian banker hadn't worked out. "When he's not banging me," she lamented, "he's trying to make me wear a burka. Fuck that."
"Oh," a dejected Davide would reply, absent-mindedly. One thing she said did brighten his day, however. Sophie offered him a temporary place to stay after he got out of prison: her apartment's second "bedroom."
"Keep in mind I sometimes bring guys home," she advised. "From the club. So you'll have to keep to your closet. Your room, I mean."
"Oh, right. Sure."
"And help me take care of Sophie while I'm at work," Sophie added. "I keep her litter box in that room."
"I'll scoop it. No problem."
Davide sat there trying to disguise his emotion. His bubbling joy. It was about to spill out of him like a load of Cum-A-Lot-enhanced semen. For the first time in months he had something to be happy about. As he lay in his cell night after night it was all he could think about. Well, that and...He couldn't wait! At last he had something to look forward to:
Carte blanche access to his sister's panty drawer!

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The Morning After by1mbibry©

I pegged my husband last night for the first time, popped his cherry as it were.
Gawd that was fun!
Hank, my husband, had been looking at a lot of pegging themed videos on his iPad. I happened upon his browsing history by chance and decided to make his desires a reality. Fucking my husband's ass last night turned out to be an unexpected thrill for me as well!
Now as I awaken from my euphoric slumber I realize that my prosthetic penis is still deeply penetrating my husband's ass. The vibrating bullet has ceased to vibrate so I assume the battery has run down while we slept, but the bulb inserted in my still soaking wet pussy still feels hard and fabulous. We're still spooning and Hank is still in a deep slumber. As I assess the situation I'm torn between trying to slowly pull my cock out of Hank's butt without waking him and go start my day...or maybe I should start fucking him a little and see where it leads...
As I contemplated, Hank's butt began to push back against me and slowly grind against my cock. I guess we were both thinking that we'd like to go again then! I pushed gently against his grinding motion and he moaned softly as his eyes opened and he turned to kiss me.
I could still taste the cum on his lips from last night. It obviously didn't gross him out to taste his own cum and I found that to be terribly erotic. I started to think about what a turn on it would be to feed him his cum while I fucked his pretty ass...
My thoughts made my fucking motion increase. As I began to fuck Hank, he pushed back and his grinding became aggressive.
Hank cried out in ecstasy as my thrusts became out and out fucking. We were still spooning and now we were fucking hard. I had my arms wrapped around him and I was pounding his sweet ass as hard and fast as I could. He was meeting my every thrust with the same vigor. I knew that neither of us would last long at this pace so I knew I'd have to change positions if I was going to feed Hank his seed.
I stopped suddenly and pulled my cock out of Hank. He let out a groan as an expression of his disappointment.
"Don't worry honey," I said. "We're not finished here..."
"You know how it makes you feel when you pull out of me and feed me your cum?..."
"Well," I continued "I'm doing the fucking here so it only seems fair that you should get to eat the cum when we finish."
He started to act like he didn't want to do it, like he didn't want me to think he was gay...
"Hank" I said "this isn't about sexual orientation, I'm wearing a penis here - it's about a HOT sensual act...honestly I wouldn't care if you ARE gay - we still have great sex! Besides, you already showed me you liked it last night!" I said with a smug grin.
"Will you do this for me?" I asked.
He responded with a less than enthusiastic nod and a grunt but the way his cock bounced and grew betrayed his true desire!
"Great!" I said as I rolled him onto his back and propped his ass up on pillows.
Now I had him at an angle that allowed me to easily plow my cock into his ass making direct contact with his prostate on every plunge. It also allowed me to grab his cock and jack it towards his mouth when the time came.
Once again I pressed my feeldoe against my husband's rosebud. We both took a breath and I eased it in slowly. I watched his face as the head of my cock pushed past his now well stretched sphincter. I watched as his expression became once again euphoric as I filled his man-pussy with my girl-cock. I began to fuck him gently.
His ankles now rested on my shoulders as I eased in and out and in and out... I grasped my breasts with both hands and squeezed them. I pulled hard on my nipples as I fucked him. I watched as my cock went into him deeply and pulled so far back out. I watched my long strokes, in and out and in and out... Now, even without the vibrating bullet, I could feel my orgasm begin to build. My clit rode the ridges on the base of my penis. The bulb in my pussy swam in my wetness. My hands pulled and squeezed my nipples.
I looked again at Hank's face. It simply radiated pleasure. His cock was huge and hard, sticking straight out from his body and dripping gobs of pre-cum as he watched me play with my nipples.
I scooped up some of his cream with my thumb and fed it to him. He made no attempt to avoid my effort. I fed him some more. The more I fed him the more he wanted! His cock was dripping a steady stream now and he was slurping his pre-cum off of my thumb as fast as I could feed it to him!
I grasped his fat dripping cock and began to stroke it hard towards his wide open mouth. My orgasm exploded as I watched my husband prepare for a mouthful of fresh man-milk. I continued to pound my husband's ass and stroke his cock feverishly as my eyes closed, I convulsed and succumbed to my orgasm letting loose a flood of pussy juice. It flowed down my cock and made Hank's asshole even wetter and slicker! I continued to cum and cum in wave after wave.
"Oh gawd!!" I screamed. "Oh holy Jesus!!" "Oooohhhhhhhhhhh..."
I opened my eyes just in time to aim the first splatter of my husband's seed directly into his open mouth. Bullseye! He tried to swallow and his second blast splashed all over his face. He quickly opened his mouth again and caught spurt after spurt after spurt. Every time my dick hit his prostate he squirted until there was none left inside of him. I continued to pound him as my orgasm slowly subsided.
I pulled out of him and gobbled his softening cock in my mouth. I suckled all of the remaining cum from his beautiful organ and then slithered my way up his body until we were face to face.
His face was beautifully splattered with globs of cum from the spurt he missed. He looked so sexy to me right at that moment. I just stared at him. I truly love my man. I love seeing his cum splattered on his face. Now I know what he's always felt like looking at me.
I leaned in and kissed the globs from his cheek and around his mouth. Then we shared a wonderfully passionate kiss. Our kiss went on and on. He tasted so good. I swear I was starting to become aroused all over again as I enjoyed the flavors and feelings of our tongues wrestling in his sperm bath! A moment I wished could last forever.
We continued to kiss and cuddle all morning. We even fucked again and I fed him a cream pie after he came in me. We were totally spent. We didn't leave our bed until we eventually needed some real food...
Like I said before...we'll do this again!
And I can't wait.

Lori and Rick and Liz and Me byReedRichards©

I had been married to Liz for almost twenty years, for almost twenty years I had wanted to fuck her in the ass, and for almost twenty years she had said no, very firmly. We'd read some Penthouse Forum stories before, and they would get her hot and wet, but it didn't matter how hot and wet she got, the back door remained off limits. I tried some anal stimulation on her, and she sort of liked it when I was eating her, and she was getting close, and I'd stick a fingertip up her butt: if she didn't push me out, I could feel her ass spasm around my fingertip when she came, but I never got any further than that.

A couple of our friends knew about my frustration and Liz's refusals, and two couples we knew did do anal. Cheryl would let her husband Danny fuck her butt on (apparently) rare occasions, and I had overheard her complain that she always got diarrhea the next morning from it, but Lori let it be known that Rich fucked her ass a lot, and that she liked it. Still, Liz remained unmoved: her butt would remain a perpetual virgin!

Well, one day, we were at Rich and Lori's apartment, eating dinner and drinking a bit too much alcohol. One of Lori's sore points with Rich was that he was completely, totally, thoroughly uninterested in going to either the nude beach - at the time, Liz and I usually went to either Pea Island or Okracoke Island, in the North Carolina Outer Banks, which have some sparsely used, completely unofficial nude beaches - or the nudist resort in Ivor, Virginia, where Liz and I were members. Lori had gone to the beach with us a couple of times, so I had seen her naked, but Rich adamantly refused to go.

Somehow, with the wine flowing, a game of strip poker got started. If it proceeded long enough, Rich would wind up naked in front of us, and I guess that he was OK with that idea, even if being nude in public was a definite no-no for him. Naturally, the game (being played on their glass-topped dining table!) started out slow, with shoes and socks being lost first. Then, Lori took the initiative when she lost a hand: she still had a sock on, but instead stood up and shucked off her sweater, to heat up the game. Sitting there in her bra kind of pushed things forward, in a very good way.

Eventually we were all naked, and that's when the other stuff started: Lori said to her husband, "Rich, I dare you to kiss Liz." Both Rich and Liz were surprised, but they both stood up, and kissed. It was going to be a fairly quick kiss, but Lori intervened and said, "That's not enough; kiss each other like you really mean it!" Liz reached up and put her arms around Rich's neck, and they wound up in a long, hard kiss, with their naked bodies held tightly together. Every time it looked like they were going to break apart, Lori kept egging them on to keep kissing.

"C'mere, you," Lori said to me, and she started just as hot a kiss with me as Liz and Rich were sharing. I don't know if Rich was getting harder at the time, because he was pressed so closely to Liz, but my cock was certainly reacting to kissing Lori! It was pretty obvious where this was going, as Lori pulled me over to the couch. Fortunately, it was a big, soft couch, because Rich and Liz followed us over, and all trace of reluctance had vanished; we were all making out like mad.

Liz and I had been nudists for many years, but we had never swapped before, and when Rich pulled her around onto the couch into a position where he was going to eat her, Liz looked at me questioningly, silently checking to see if this was OK. I smiled back a silent permission, just as Rich buried his face in her pussy. If there is one thing Liz loves, it's to get her pussy licked, and Rich demonstrated that he knew exactly what he was doing.

Well, I'm pretty good at eating pussy, too, but when I started going down on Lori, she said, "If you're going to do that, turn around so I can do you, too." We wound up in a side-by-side 69, and I was in heaven: Lori was a deep-throater (something Liz can't do), and was giving me as good as I was giving her. I'm not sure how long it took, but it didn't seem like long, and Lori was grinding her pussy into my face, hard, and started coming. That was enough to push me over the edge, and I filled her mouth with my cum.

By now, everyone had come except for Rich, and he was sitting on the couch with Liz giving him a blow job. Lori was back to kissing me, and I could taste just a bit of my own cum in her mouth. Yeah, she had swallowed it, but there was still a hint left. Lori and I started cheering Liz on, and pretty soon Rich's whole body stiffened up and he emptied his balls into Liz's mouth. Liz then did her usual trick: she stood up, and kissed Rich, giving him back some of his cum, then came over to me and did the same thing, pushing some of Rich's sperm into my mouth before she swallowed the rest. I'd tasted my own many times before with this trick of Liz's - and if you've never had a woman do that to you, it's way hotter than you'd ever imagine - but never another man's.

We had all come down from our sexual highs, and were cuddling with our own spouses back on the couch, drinking a bit more wine and laughing, when Liz surprised me, and I mean really surprised me, by getting things started again. While Lori and Rich were still sitting/cuddling on the couch, Liz got down on her knees and said, "I want more," and started sucking Rich's cock again. "Time to put this bad boy back to work!"

Rich's cock started expanding, while Lori kept kissing him, both rubbing his chest and occasionally caressing the shoulders of the woman sucking her husband's cock. I was taking matters into my own hands, slowly stroking my cock back to life, watching my wife suck off another man, when Liz stood up and climbed onto Rich's stiff cock. Lori pulled away to give Liz room, and I got up and came over to her. She was still sitting on the couch, beside her husband, when I got on my knees and pushed my dick into her pussy.

Well, this was one of the wildest things I had ever done in my life. I was on top of Lori, fucking her, while Liz was on top of Rich, fucking him, when we leaned to the side and started kissed: I was kissing my wife while she and I were screwing our friends! That was about the most awesome feeling I've ever had.

Since both Rich and I had already shot a load, we were good for the long haul, and our wives were enjoying the capacity of women to have orgasm after orgasm. Finally, Lori smiled and said, "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Fuck me hard!" She got up, ran to the bedroom and grabbed a tube of lube, came back, handed it to me and said, "Here." Lori put her knees on the edge of the couch, and her elbows on the back, waiting for me to lube up and take her butt.

OMG, her ass was amazing! Lori was used to getting cornholed often enough that her asshole opened up easily, and if I didn't just slide right in, it didn't take that much effort to open her up and inch my way balls deep. It was the first time I had ever fucked a girl in the ass, and it was about the best thing ever. I was standing up, fucking my buddy's wife in the ass, when my wife climbed off of Rich, and stood up and kissed me. "Glad you're having fun," she grinned at me.

I was still fucking Lori's brown eye when I heard Rich say to Liz that he wanted her ass. "Nope, that's not happening. But if you want, you can fuck Reed in the ass."

"What?" I half-yelled. Had I been a little less close, I might have lost my erection right then, but I was already past the point of no return. I was using my hands to keep pulling Lori's ass back on me, and a few strokes later I emptied my balls into her bowels. When I cum, I just stiffen up like a board, and was holding my dick as deeply as I could, hard, into Lori for about twenty or thirty seconds.

As I started to come down from my high, the other three were giggling and laughing. Liz came over and hugged me and kissed me, saying, "If you ever expect me to give up my ass to you, you're going to have to know how it feels for me. And Lori and I think it would be hot, hot, hot! to see that."

"Yeah,but I'm not gay and Rich isn't gay," I objected.

"Actually," Lori said, "Rich has fucked a couple of guys in his lifetime. He'd never have told you himself, but I knew. He hasn't done this for a long time now, but I know I can entice him to try it again." Then Liz handed me another glass of wine. "We'll make it worth your while," Lori purred.

"Yeah," Liz chimed in, "we'll both make it really worth your while." Then she used a warm, wet washcloth to clean my cock - which had last been in Lori's ass - and kissed me.

I pretty much knew that I was whipped - in more ways than one - in this discussion, and the girls both pushed me down on the couch. First Liz, and then Lori, got down on their knees and started sucking my cock. After having already cum twice, he was taking his time getting all the way up, and I knew that I wasn't going to be able to cum a third time just from head. "You've got to teach me how to do that," Liz said to Lori, as Lori took my cock all the way down her throat.

"How 'bout it, Reed? If you let Rich fuck your butt, not only will Liz let you try it on her, but later on, I'll teach her how to deep throat you!"

I surrendered. "How do I do this?" I asked?

"Just like you had me," Lori said. She guided me over to the couch, and had me kneel down on the edge, with my arms on the back for support. Then I felt some cold fingers, slick with lube, pushing into my ass. It was Liz, lubing me up and stretching me out a bit, and lightly scratching my butt with her other hand. Lori started kissing me on the cheek and on my face, and while I couldn't see him, I knew that Rich was lubing up his cock. Liz added a third finger, prepping me even more, before I heard her tell Rich, "Take it easy on him."

Lori was still on my right, kissing me, when Liz moved onto my left side, kissing my cheek and reaching down to play with my cock. I knew what was coming next, as Rich stood behind me, and moved the head of his slick, hard cock up against my virgin asshole. He pressed in slowly, but firmly, and I gasped as I felt the head of his dick slide past my anal ring.

"Oh, my God," I gasped, as Rich kept up the slow pressure. He was just inching his way in, and I lowered my head to rest my forehead on the back of the couch. My forehead broke into a sweat, and I felt over-full, like I had to take a monster dump, but while the pressure was intense, there really wasn't much pain, certainly not the pain I had expected. He bottomed out, with me feeling like his cock had grown from seven to fourteen inches, and must be as big around as a beer can. Liz could feel the tension in my shoulders and back, and was massaging me gently, trying to help me take it.

"How is it? Is it OK?" she asked me, sounding really concerned over what she had gotten me into . . . or what she had gotten into me, to be more accurate.

"Yeah, it's OK," I half said, half grunted, while Rich was just holding himself there, balls deep, letting me get used to his cock.

Then he started to move, slowly but steadily, pulling maybe half way out and then fucking my ass all the way back in. I exhaled loudly, a kind of "Whew" sound, but I was taking it, and doing OK. Rich started to speed up, and that cranked the pressure up more, but it settled down from being a pressure I tolerated to a feeling I was starting to like. Rich was fucking me steadily now, at maybe half-speed, when I gave into the feeling, looked around and said, "Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

OMG, I had never felt anything like this, never in my lifetime, and Rich started slamming into me. The girls were clapping now, and cheering us both on, when Rich roared and emptied his balls into my bowels. His orgasm was a lot like mine: he held my ass tight against his body, his cock as deep in my butt as it would go. I could feel his cock twitching as he unloaded into me, and if one of the girls had had her hand on my cock, I think I would have shot another load right onto the couch.

Once Rich released the pressure on m hips, I pretty much collapsed into the couch. Liz cuddled up next to me and asked, "How was it? Was it OK? Did you like it?"

I could only tell the truth at this point - having a dick up your ass is a very truth-inducing experience - and replied, "It was a weird feeling at first, but I got used to it. Yeah, I did like it."

"Would you try it again?" Lori asked.

"Yeah, I think I would." It might not even take alcohol next time, I thought to myself.

By now, we were all down from our sexual highs, and were drinking more and laughing. Lori brought up the obvious subject: "Next weekend, is it time for Liz to lose her butt virginity?"

Liz smiled, and giggled a bit, and said, "Yeah, I did agree to try it, didn't I? Next Saturday at our place?"

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Hooter's Girl by khada

Disclaimer: I made up the title; this story was generically titled 'Fart Fetish Story' when I found it.
This is a sexy fart fetish story, a real experience of a sexy girl farting on a guy's face.
While eating at Hooters I was being served by a brown haired waitress with a tremendous back side. When I say tremendous, I mean it defied gravity. It was plump, but firm. The kind of ass you want to bury your face into. She was very nice, and smiled a lot. After a few times flirting with her she returned the flirting, and even sat down with me for a while.
She sat down in the chair right next to me, and I admired the way her ass formed the orange shorts she was wearing. Her waist was tiny, and well defined.
While talking to her, I noticed her straighten up, and a concerned look crossed her face. Just after this, the scent of a very heavy smelling fart wafted up my nose. Her cheeks reddened slightly, and I noticed her shift her weight to one ass cheek. I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT, SHE JUST FARTED. My cock became rock hard knowing that this beautiful creature just blew a stinky fart out from between her plump bum cheeks and into her dainty panties.
I saw her nostrils expand as she checked the odor of her gas, and her face instantly registered her disapproval. While blushing a deep crimson, she said she had to get to work, and then got up and left.
I knew that I couldn’t let her go without trying to get her into the sack, where I could sniff her pungent ass, and dream of her farts.
I walked up behind her and touched her shoulder. She turned with dismay on her face. She was probably thinking I was going to comment on her fart. When I asked if I could pick her up after work, she immediately brightened up, and said she got off at 10:00 p.m.
I went home and dreamed about her beautiful, body and cute pretty face. I couldn’t help, but imagine what it would be like to have her let me smell her ass. ESPECIALLY IF SHE WOULD LET ME SMELL HER FARTS.
At 10:00 sharp I met her at the front door to the restaurant and noticed she was still wearing her Hooter’s uniform. She said she’d have to go home to change, as she didn’t bring a change of clothes to work. She took the bus, so we took my car to her house.
It was approximately a 15-minute drive to her house, and we passed the time away by telling each other about ourselves. She was a 3rd year arts student who was paying her way through school, by working at Hooter’s 4 times a week. She had a beautiful smile that she easily shared. Her tanned face and body were exceptional, and drove me to fantasize about her in a devious way.
While talking, I noticed her shift her weight slightly towards me, causing her gorgeous ass crack to spread towards the passenger door. She got a blank expression on her face, and then shifted her weight back again. Just then, my nose was assaulted with an extremely strong arousing fart smell. This gorgeous babe had just puffed out a full-bodied fart into her pretty orange shorts, and I was now smelling her fresh bowel smell. TALK ABOUT AN ERECTION. I was so hard from the smell of her stinky bum gas that my dick was popping out the top of my jeans.
She turned beet red knowing I could smell her fart, and instantly tried to divert my attention by pointing out a car she would like to own one day.
I was going to let her think she would get away with it, but something told me that I would be rewarded if I challenged her on it. I asked her accusingly,” Did you just fart?”
She turned beet red and said,” I am so sorry, I couldn’t help it I have to go to the bathroom”. “You must think I am a complete pig.”
“Not at all”, I said. “ In fact I find it kind of a turn on!”
“You got to be kidding me,” she exclaimed, “you mean to tell me you got turned on by my fart.”
“Yep”.
She gave me a strange smile and said “Weird, I’ve never heard of a guy who got turned on by that before.” “What do you like about it?”
“Well” I said,” I like the smell and the sound, and I also like the embarrassment the girl shows.”
“You like the smell”. “Cool!” she said, “ Don’t farts smell like shit though?” she said inquisitively.
“Yes, but I also like to watch a girl shit, and I especially like it when she shits her pants?” “ Or better yet her sexy panties or orange uniform pants”. I said with a smile.”
She looked at me long and hard for about a minute to see if I was putting her on and than said, “ I think you’re in for a real treat when we get to my place”
I drove mach 10 to her house and screeched into the driveway. I opened the car door for her and she made her way up the steps to her house she shared with two other girl roommates. While walking up the steps she pushed her nylon encased ass into my face, and said, “I have to blow a fart!” “Do you want to hear it?”
“Yes please! Let ‘er rip baby!”
I watched as she concentrated her sexy ass plump and round in front of me! “I can’t do it! It goes against everything I was taught to fart in front of a man.” “I can feel a big one waiting to come out, but I can’t relax enough to let it out.”
“Maybe if I massage your ass cheeks, it will help you relax.”
“Yeah maybe.” “Why don’t you try it.”
I reached out, grabbed each delectably sensual cheek in my hands, and began kneading her bum wantonly. She began moaning erotically, and started rotating her hips and thrusting her ass in my face. Her ass was firm, although she was relaxing it.
She was looking over her shoulder. Her face a picture of concentration as she tried to relax her anus enough to let out her arousing fumes.
“Here it comes!” She said. I watched as she bit her upper lip and her bum pushed out slightly. Her stomach muscles didn’t tighten, so I knew that she wasn’t pushing it out. She was just letting it come out naturally; on it’s own power.
Then out it came in all its glorious wonder. It came out in a low droning hollow sound. It sounded like an incredibly large balloon deflating.
“BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
It lasted for a good five seconds, and was followed by a long “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” from Tracey. She must have been holding it for a long time, based on the amount of bowel gas that came out and the power of it.
Because of her tight shorts and pantyhose, it took a while for the smell to reach my nostrils, but when it did. Whoa! What a heavenly smell!
Her fart had the most powerful scent I have ever had the pleasure of smelling. It reeked of a pure shit smell, but a solid smell not a sick one. I knew that she must have a large hard log of shit waiting to come out of her magnificent asshole.
She turned and looked at me with an expression of embarrassment and pride. Pride for being able to produce a fart of such magnitude, and embarrassment for doing it in front of me.
She pinched her nose as she detected the smell, and said, “Whew! That really stinks. You sure this turns you on. I mean that was a gross smelling fart.”
I answered her question, by putting my nose into her deep ass crack and taking a big whiff. “SNIIIIIIIIIIIFFF! Mmmmm, I love it!” I inhaled all the remnant fart odour out of her orange nylon panties (and let me tell you they can retain the stench very well).
She looked at me with lust and said, “ let’s go upstairs, I can’t believe how dirty we are being. This is making me soooo horny.”
As she ran up the stairs, her fat bum jiggling, she blew a short sharp fart.
“Broooomph!”
“HaHaHa!!” she giggled, “Excuse me! I really have to poop bad!” “I can’t wait to poop my panties for you!”
As she unlocked her door, I got on my knee’s, spread her butt, and sniffed her stinky fart out of her pretty ass!”
“Stop it!” she said, mockingly, “You’re going to make me shit right here!”
Just as she said that a long winded airy fart puffed out from between her bum cheeks and blew all over my face. I could smell the deep dank odour of the turd that waited just inside her ass. I began to kiss her ass with total abandon, as she giggled and tried to pull her ass away from my face.
She managed to wrest her bum from me and get into the apartment, and I followed like a hungry wolf.
Once inside I began to kiss her on the lips, and squeeze her breasts. I alternated between kissing her and sucking on the top of her full plump breasts. She sighed and groaned sexily, as I squeezed her hard against me.
I grabbed her ass, and she let fly with an odiferous fart, whose dirty smell enveloped us both. “BBBBROOOOMPPPH!”
She groaned with lust as she sniffed her fart, knowing that I could smell her filthy bum odor as well. It turned me on enormously kissing her beautiful face while sniffing her sexy shit smell.
“I have to PEE!” she yelled. She pushed me away and stepped back a few feet, and spread her legs. She stood there for a few minutes and nothing happened, I was just ready to say something, when she said, “Shhhh! It’s hard to go pee and not poop at the same time.”
“Here it comes!”
I watched as a dark wet stain began spreading across her crotch, accompanied by a loose deep sounding fart.
“BRRROOOOMP”
“Oops! I couldn’t hold that one in.”, she said with a smile.”
I ran over onto my knees behind her and sniffed her nasty piss fart. I smelled like dirty shit, and cabbage. As I sniffed her ass her warm piss cascaded over my face, soaked my body and crotch, and then splashed noisily onto the kitchen floor. As her piss ended, she blew a windy fart into my adoring face.
“PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT”
As I sniffed her fart she stepped away and said, “Let me get into something else for the main event. She slipped off her shorts and pantyhose, and I watched as her perfect tanned buttocks bounced into her room.
After a few minutes she came into the room wearing, checkered yellow panties and a matching bra.
She put on some music, and dances slowly towards the chair I was sitting on and straddled me. She kissed my face as she ground her wet pantied cunt against my erection. I fondled her plump ass cheeks and ran my fingers along her deep dank bum crack. She groaned and asked my to spread her cheeks.
“Put your hand in my crack,” she said. I did as I was told and was rewarded with a soft fluffy fart. I could feel the warmth of her inner asshole on her fart. I sniffed her deep stinky fart and humped myself against her cunt.
She laid across my lap, and said in a demure voice,” Pull down my panties and smell my bum for me.”
I pulled her panties to mid thigh, exposing her wanton sexy ass. I spread her cheeks and instantly smelled her dirty wet poop stink emanating from between her pretty buttocks. I sniffed her ass and stuck my tongue in her ass as she blew two very wet farts in my face, The fart filled up my mouth and I could taste her filthy turd flavor. She groaned and said,” I’m going to have to ppppoop soon.” “Why don’t you stick your finger in my ass and see if it is ready.”
As I slid my finger into her wet anus, I immediately felt the tip of a very hard piece of shit. The turd was hard and lumpy, and little pieces broke off when I moved my finger past it. I played with the log of shit in her ass, and found it incredibly large. It felt like it must be approximately 3 inches across! As my probing finger moved in her ass, little puffy pre-poop fart seeped out of Tracy’s anus and bathed my face in her obscene anal aroma.
“Mmmmm, I have to take a big shit don’t I?” “ It really turns me on unngh! When you play with my stinky poop.” “ I can’t hold it in anymore my stomach is bursting.” “ I have to shit right now!”
She turned away from me, pulled up her pretty panties, bent over slightly and farted.
“I’m going to poop my pretty panties for you now sexy.” “I want you to jerk of as I the shit comes out of my ass.”
I grabbed my cock and began stroking it, as I watched the most sexy display I have ever witnessed.
Her panties were sexily stuck up her ass crack, and she was looking over her shoulder with intense pleasure and concentration.
I heard a little poop of a fart, followed by a low crackling sound. The sound of fresh girl shit being forced out of a pretty bum. Her panties began to stretch as if a pointed penis was exiting her ass and continued, until her waist hem exposed her bum crack. The long turd stretched her panties approximately 8 inches, then it must have broke in half, rolling into the crotch of her panties and sagging them down obscenely. The following log sludged quickly out of her ass, laying like a big mud ball in her ass crack. A large brown stain grew on her ass, and she continued shitting.
I could not believe the amount of shit she had in her, as it kept coming until some of it fell out of her panties and landed with splats and thuds on the floor. The turds were rich brown with a redolent smell, and each of them was of enormous girth. She must have been holding in her shit all day.
I got up and as pushed my bare cock against the warm shit mound in her panties.
“OH! Oh! Oh!” she exclaimed each time I thrusted with a splat against her shit filled panties. Shit flew out of the top her panties and over my crotch as I humped her.
She turned and pushed me into a chair and straddled me. She pulled her crotch to the side, exposing her wet cunt, and causing a large 5-inch log of shit to fall in my lap. I picked it up and mashed it in my hand, feeling the warm stinky shit of this sexy woman squeeze between my fingers. I rubbed the log of shit into her left ass cheek, and she groaned.
She shoved my cock deep into her warm inviting cunt, and screamed in ecstasy, as she fucked my cock.
Just as she reached orgasm, she blew a loud wet fart into my lap followed by lumps of semi hard mushy shit.
“Plipthplopffffprap..blop…pratt..burp…pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft!”
The stench, warmth, and sensation of this lovely girl shitting and farting caused me to piss urine and cum deep into her cunt.

Hooter's Girl by khada

Disclaimer: I made up the title; this story was generically titled 'Fart Fetish Story' when I found it.
This is a sexy fart fetish story, a real experience of a sexy girl farting on a guy's face.
While eating at Hooters I was being served by a brown haired waitress with a tremendous back side. When I say tremendous, I mean it defied gravity. It was plump, but firm. The kind of ass you want to bury your face into. She was very nice, and smiled a lot. After a few times flirting with her she returned the flirting, and even sat down with me for a while.
She sat down in the chair right next to me, and I admired the way her ass formed the orange shorts she was wearing. Her waist was tiny, and well defined.
While talking to her, I noticed her straighten up, and a concerned look crossed her face. Just after this, the scent of a very heavy smelling fart wafted up my nose. Her cheeks reddened slightly, and I noticed her shift her weight to one ass cheek. I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT, SHE JUST FARTED. My cock became rock hard knowing that this beautiful creature just blew a stinky fart out from between her plump bum cheeks and into her dainty panties.
I saw her nostrils expand as she checked the odor of her gas, and her face instantly registered her disapproval. While blushing a deep crimson, she said she had to get to work, and then got up and left.
I knew that I couldn’t let her go without trying to get her into the sack, where I could sniff her pungent ass, and dream of her farts.
I walked up behind her and touched her shoulder. She turned with dismay on her face. She was probably thinking I was going to comment on her fart. When I asked if I could pick her up after work, she immediately brightened up, and said she got off at 10:00 p.m.
I went home and dreamed about her beautiful, body and cute pretty face. I couldn’t help, but imagine what it would be like to have her let me smell her ass. ESPECIALLY IF SHE WOULD LET ME SMELL HER FARTS.
At 10:00 sharp I met her at the front door to the restaurant and noticed she was still wearing her Hooter’s uniform. She said she’d have to go home to change, as she didn’t bring a change of clothes to work. She took the bus, so we took my car to her house.
It was approximately a 15-minute drive to her house, and we passed the time away by telling each other about ourselves. She was a 3rd year arts student who was paying her way through school, by working at Hooter’s 4 times a week. She had a beautiful smile that she easily shared. Her tanned face and body were exceptional, and drove me to fantasize about her in a devious way.
While talking, I noticed her shift her weight slightly towards me, causing her gorgeous ass crack to spread towards the passenger door. She got a blank expression on her face, and then shifted her weight back again. Just then, my nose was assaulted with an extremely strong arousing fart smell. This gorgeous babe had just puffed out a full-bodied fart into her pretty orange shorts, and I was now smelling her fresh bowel smell. TALK ABOUT AN ERECTION. I was so hard from the smell of her stinky bum gas that my dick was popping out the top of my jeans.
She turned beet red knowing I could smell her fart, and instantly tried to divert my attention by pointing out a car she would like to own one day.
I was going to let her think she would get away with it, but something told me that I would be rewarded if I challenged her on it. I asked her accusingly,” Did you just fart?”
She turned beet red and said,” I am so sorry, I couldn’t help it I have to go to the bathroom”. “You must think I am a complete pig.”
“Not at all”, I said. “ In fact I find it kind of a turn on!”
“You got to be kidding me,” she exclaimed, “you mean to tell me you got turned on by my fart.”
“Yep”.
She gave me a strange smile and said “Weird, I’ve never heard of a guy who got turned on by that before.” “What do you like about it?”
“Well” I said,” I like the smell and the sound, and I also like the embarrassment the girl shows.”
“You like the smell”. “Cool!” she said, “ Don’t farts smell like shit though?” she said inquisitively.
“Yes, but I also like to watch a girl shit, and I especially like it when she shits her pants?” “ Or better yet her sexy panties or orange uniform pants”. I said with a smile.”
She looked at me long and hard for about a minute to see if I was putting her on and than said, “ I think you’re in for a real treat when we get to my place”
I drove mach 10 to her house and screeched into the driveway. I opened the car door for her and she made her way up the steps to her house she shared with two other girl roommates. While walking up the steps she pushed her nylon encased ass into my face, and said, “I have to blow a fart!” “Do you want to hear it?”
“Yes please! Let ‘er rip baby!”
I watched as she concentrated her sexy ass plump and round in front of me! “I can’t do it! It goes against everything I was taught to fart in front of a man.” “I can feel a big one waiting to come out, but I can’t relax enough to let it out.”
“Maybe if I massage your ass cheeks, it will help you relax.”
“Yeah maybe.” “Why don’t you try it.”
I reached out, grabbed each delectably sensual cheek in my hands, and began kneading her bum wantonly. She began moaning erotically, and started rotating her hips and thrusting her ass in my face. Her ass was firm, although she was relaxing it.
She was looking over her shoulder. Her face a picture of concentration as she tried to relax her anus enough to let out her arousing fumes.
“Here it comes!” She said. I watched as she bit her upper lip and her bum pushed out slightly. Her stomach muscles didn’t tighten, so I knew that she wasn’t pushing it out. She was just letting it come out naturally; on it’s own power.
Then out it came in all its glorious wonder. It came out in a low droning hollow sound. It sounded like an incredibly large balloon deflating.
“BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
It lasted for a good five seconds, and was followed by a long “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” from Tracey. She must have been holding it for a long time, based on the amount of bowel gas that came out and the power of it.
Because of her tight shorts and pantyhose, it took a while for the smell to reach my nostrils, but when it did. Whoa! What a heavenly smell!
Her fart had the most powerful scent I have ever had the pleasure of smelling. It reeked of a pure shit smell, but a solid smell not a sick one. I knew that she must have a large hard log of shit waiting to come out of her magnificent asshole.
She turned and looked at me with an expression of embarrassment and pride. Pride for being able to produce a fart of such magnitude, and embarrassment for doing it in front of me.
She pinched her nose as she detected the smell, and said, “Whew! That really stinks. You sure this turns you on. I mean that was a gross smelling fart.”
I answered her question, by putting my nose into her deep ass crack and taking a big whiff. “SNIIIIIIIIIIIFFF! Mmmmm, I love it!” I inhaled all the remnant fart odour out of her orange nylon panties (and let me tell you they can retain the stench very well).
She looked at me with lust and said, “ let’s go upstairs, I can’t believe how dirty we are being. This is making me soooo horny.”
As she ran up the stairs, her fat bum jiggling, she blew a short sharp fart.
“Broooomph!”
“HaHaHa!!” she giggled, “Excuse me! I really have to poop bad!” “I can’t wait to poop my panties for you!”
As she unlocked her door, I got on my knee’s, spread her butt, and sniffed her stinky fart out of her pretty ass!”
“Stop it!” she said, mockingly, “You’re going to make me shit right here!”
Just as she said that a long winded airy fart puffed out from between her bum cheeks and blew all over my face. I could smell the deep dank odour of the turd that waited just inside her ass. I began to kiss her ass with total abandon, as she giggled and tried to pull her ass away from my face.
She managed to wrest her bum from me and get into the apartment, and I followed like a hungry wolf.
Once inside I began to kiss her on the lips, and squeeze her breasts. I alternated between kissing her and sucking on the top of her full plump breasts. She sighed and groaned sexily, as I squeezed her hard against me.
I grabbed her ass, and she let fly with an odiferous fart, whose dirty smell enveloped us both. “BBBBROOOOMPPPH!”
She groaned with lust as she sniffed her fart, knowing that I could smell her filthy bum odor as well. It turned me on enormously kissing her beautiful face while sniffing her sexy shit smell.
“I have to PEE!” she yelled. She pushed me away and stepped back a few feet, and spread her legs. She stood there for a few minutes and nothing happened, I was just ready to say something, when she said, “Shhhh! It’s hard to go pee and not poop at the same time.”
“Here it comes!”
I watched as a dark wet stain began spreading across her crotch, accompanied by a loose deep sounding fart.
“BRRROOOOMP”
“Oops! I couldn’t hold that one in.”, she said with a smile.”
I ran over onto my knees behind her and sniffed her nasty piss fart. I smelled like dirty shit, and cabbage. As I sniffed her ass her warm piss cascaded over my face, soaked my body and crotch, and then splashed noisily onto the kitchen floor. As her piss ended, she blew a windy fart into my adoring face.
“PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT”
As I sniffed her fart she stepped away and said, “Let me get into something else for the main event. She slipped off her shorts and pantyhose, and I watched as her perfect tanned buttocks bounced into her room.
After a few minutes she came into the room wearing, checkered yellow panties and a matching bra.
She put on some music, and dances slowly towards the chair I was sitting on and straddled me. She kissed my face as she ground her wet pantied cunt against my erection. I fondled her plump ass cheeks and ran my fingers along her deep dank bum crack. She groaned and asked my to spread her cheeks.
“Put your hand in my crack,” she said. I did as I was told and was rewarded with a soft fluffy fart. I could feel the warmth of her inner asshole on her fart. I sniffed her deep stinky fart and humped myself against her cunt.
She laid across my lap, and said in a demure voice,” Pull down my panties and smell my bum for me.”
I pulled her panties to mid thigh, exposing her wanton sexy ass. I spread her cheeks and instantly smelled her dirty wet poop stink emanating from between her pretty buttocks. I sniffed her ass and stuck my tongue in her ass as she blew two very wet farts in my face, The fart filled up my mouth and I could taste her filthy turd flavor. She groaned and said,” I’m going to have to ppppoop soon.” “Why don’t you stick your finger in my ass and see if it is ready.”
As I slid my finger into her wet anus, I immediately felt the tip of a very hard piece of shit. The turd was hard and lumpy, and little pieces broke off when I moved my finger past it. I played with the log of shit in her ass, and found it incredibly large. It felt like it must be approximately 3 inches across! As my probing finger moved in her ass, little puffy pre-poop fart seeped out of Tracy’s anus and bathed my face in her obscene anal aroma.
“Mmmmm, I have to take a big shit don’t I?” “ It really turns me on unngh! When you play with my stinky poop.” “ I can’t hold it in anymore my stomach is bursting.” “ I have to shit right now!”
She turned away from me, pulled up her pretty panties, bent over slightly and farted.
“I’m going to poop my pretty panties for you now sexy.” “I want you to jerk of as I the shit comes out of my ass.”
I grabbed my cock and began stroking it, as I watched the most sexy display I have ever witnessed.
Her panties were sexily stuck up her ass crack, and she was looking over her shoulder with intense pleasure and concentration.
I heard a little poop of a fart, followed by a low crackling sound. The sound of fresh girl shit being forced out of a pretty bum. Her panties began to stretch as if a pointed penis was exiting her ass and continued, until her waist hem exposed her bum crack. The long turd stretched her panties approximately 8 inches, then it must have broke in half, rolling into the crotch of her panties and sagging them down obscenely. The following log sludged quickly out of her ass, laying like a big mud ball in her ass crack. A large brown stain grew on her ass, and she continued shitting.
I could not believe the amount of shit she had in her, as it kept coming until some of it fell out of her panties and landed with splats and thuds on the floor. The turds were rich brown with a redolent smell, and each of them was of enormous girth. She must have been holding in her shit all day.
I got up and as pushed my bare cock against the warm shit mound in her panties.
“OH! Oh! Oh!” she exclaimed each time I thrusted with a splat against her shit filled panties. Shit flew out of the top her panties and over my crotch as I humped her.
She turned and pushed me into a chair and straddled me. She pulled her crotch to the side, exposing her wet cunt, and causing a large 5-inch log of shit to fall in my lap. I picked it up and mashed it in my hand, feeling the warm stinky shit of this sexy woman squeeze between my fingers. I rubbed the log of shit into her left ass cheek, and she groaned.
She shoved my cock deep into her warm inviting cunt, and screamed in ecstasy, as she fucked my cock.
Just as she reached orgasm, she blew a loud wet fart into my lap followed by lumps of semi hard mushy shit.
“Plipthplopffffprap..blop…pratt..burp…pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft!”
The stench, warmth, and sensation of this lovely girl shitting and farting caused me to piss urine and cum deep into her cunt.