Aroma Therapy Their Panties

Aroma Therapy: Their Panties

I have kept this secret from most everyone for quite a while and I'm not sure why. Well, maybe I do. I didn't want to be judged but as I've gotten older, I simply don't care as much. I guess it's not really common that a female would get off on smelling other women's panties but I did and still do to this day. I know we are mostly turned on by what we see but never forget about the other senses that enhance our orgasms and for me, scent is at the top of the list.

In high school, after turning 18 my junior year, I only dated guys but I will admit, I often masturbated either thinking about girls or watching lesbian porn. I was fascinated and obsessed with vaginas. I often would scroll online, looking for all pussy shapes and sizes and the thought of eating, smelling and touching them would consistently get me off.

It wasn't until my first year in college at USC before I acted upon my obsession with pussy which I know sounds cliché. To save money, my best friend Maggie, three additional girls and I, shared a condo. Our parents purchased it together so that we would have it for all our years in school while building equity. It was nice and each of us had our own bedroom and bathroom while sharing a common living room area and kitchen.

Maggie was the complete opposite of me physically. She was a tall slender brunette with a cute round face and dimples that drove all the boys crazy whereas I was blonde, shorter with hazel eyes. We had been friends since we were five years old and living the coed life together was an adventure we welcomed. While at the university that first year, we had sex one night in a lust filled romp fueled by alcohol and instigated by some fraternity guys. I know, cliché number two. It was an amazing experience which only made me masturbate to the sight of pussy that much more. I guess I had experienced one besides my own which gave me a real life comparison.

I believe when we start experimenting, we also push our sexual boundaries to enhance those pleasures. One morning I had come back from my anatomy class and the condo was empty. Since I was a pre-pharmacy major, I had one early morning class and the rest of them were in the afternoon. All my roommates' classes took up the entire mornings so for three days a week, I had a few hours to myself. That was my primary study time except on those days I was extremely horny and then it became my masturbation time.

I would slip my pants off and prop pillows against my bed's headboard. With my laptop in front of me, my vibrator in one hand and my legs spread wide, I would probe the internet for that perfect pussy that would send me to orgasmic bliss. My favorite was when I would find a nice large pussy because in my fantasy, it meant she was slutty and loved to fuck. That would get me off every time.

On that first day of experimenting, I was sitting on my bed wearing only my hoodie and ankle socks, with my panties and leggings bunched up beside me. Wanting to really find that gooey, big lipped pussy, I was clicking my laptop mouse in search of that perfect one to help me erupt in orgasm. My wand vibrator was ready but I like to start out with my finger so I diddled my clit. Up and down and side to side, I rubbed my clit to my first orgasm. Biting my lip, I grunted a solid five seconds as I shuddered.

While working on my second climax, I noticed the aroma of my own pussy not only in the air but also on my fingers. That scent drove me wild and like a virgin proving to his buddies that he fingered a girl, I began sniffing my fingers between clit rubs. To create extra aroma, I finger fucked myself then switched hands to inhale and rub simultaneously. I let out a scream when I came, "Aauauugghhhhhhhhhhh!"

While I continued to masturbate, I would look at the pussy on the computer screen and imagine the smell of my own pussy was coming from it. The woman was an older MILF with huge boobs and her opening was swollen and gaped like it had just been fucked senseless. Losing all control, I lifted my lacey black Lycra panties off the bed while keeping my eyes glued to the screen and sniffed the musky crotch until I squirted across the bed in a violent orgasm, leaving me quivering like Jell-O.

Enjoying my new found fantasy, I added my vibrator and masturbated to several more orgasms over the next hour and a half. As soon as I would get close, I would put the crotch under my nose and let loose again. Once my clit was too sensitive, I used my 7 inch flesh dildo until I was just too worn out to continue.

For the next few weeks, my own panties became my masturbatory aid. Adding that scent just made the fantasy all that much more real which produced some strong orgasms. Sometimes, I would just keep them on while I masturbated and rubbed my slit through them to increase the strength of the aroma so when I did eventually take them off, the musk was powerful. I also began to love the sensation of the cotton, lace, silk or lycra pressed against my lips and clit. That in itself was enough to get me off before they ended up under my nose.

It was a typical morning and I was extremely horny. I had just cum to the smell of my black and white zebra print French cut panties when I wanted something more. Heading to Maggie's room, hoping to find a pair of her underwear to help me reach that next level orgasm became my quest. It's comical now to think back, visualizing myself, naked from the waist down, prancing with my bare feet, searching for a pair of her sexy panties. I knew her intimates dresser drawer would have several pairs but I needed the smell of her pussy in them to achieve my desired outcome. I had no idea if she even had any dirty clothes that could be scavenged.

Just inside her closet, I found a basket with a few items and hit the jackpot. A pair of yellow crumpled cotton panties were resting at the bottom and when I picked them up and smelled the crotch, the musk slapped me in the face. Scampering back to my room with Maggie's underwear in hand like a child with a toy, I took my place back on my bed, ready to continue the masturbation session. The vibrator head buzzed my clit back and forth while I looked at pussy on the computer screen and smelled Maggie's scent emitting from the crotch of her cute panties. Fantasizing about the different ways I was shoving my face in those folds, was getting me closer.

"Oh god! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss!" I screamed out when my orgasm hit. I scrunched my thighs together and shook.

Those first pair of panties other than my own got me off five time's total that day. At that point, the smell of pussy while I masturbated was something that really excited me and enhanced my orgasms. I had found a new fetish to experiment with. Once I had recovered from all those climaxes, I carefully placed the panties back in the basket in a way to look undisturbed. I think it would be rude to steal them and a bit weird if you ask me.

As with anything exciting and fresh, I couldn't wait until the next opportunity I had to use one of my roommate's pair of panties to masturbate with. As bad luck would have it, over the next couple of weeks the situation just didn't work out. Either one of my roommates was home or I had to study or there were no used underwear to borrow. I had plenty of opportunities to sniff clean panties but the scent is what I craved and if I wanted to smell laundry detergent, then I would just turn on my candle warmer.

The perfect day finally arrived and I had stuck gold when inside Ashlynn's room was a bag of her dirty laundry to be washed later that day. Pillaging through it, there were 7 pairs to choose from. As I sniffed the crotch of each and every pair, the one that stuck out the most was a tiny little white mesh thong. It was basically transparent and the thought of seeing her folds through it was enough to make me twitch. I say tiny because not only were her thongs obviously small, but Ashlynn was a 5'0, cute, petite brunette who didn't weigh more than 100 pounds.

While on my bed, I began my laptop search for that perfect pussy but I wanted it to be from a girl who looked similar to Ashlynn and how I imagined her pussy to look. I finally found a small coed brunette with huge pussy lips that I fantasized was her. Ironically, a year later when we fooled around, I learned that her pussy looked nothing like that but I digress.

With my vibrator buzzing away at my clit, I held that silky mesh fabric up to my nose, rubbing the material all over my skin. Moaning, I visualized Ashlynn was sitting on my face, grinding her pussy directly on my mouth. I squealed with my first orgasm of the session, "Eeehhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

After my second orgasm, I was so worked up that I needed penetration. Using my seven inch dildo, I slid it in my own gooey pussy, fantasizing that Ashlynn was fucking me with a strap-on. I was moaning and squirming, thrusting it harder and faster. The friction on my vaginal walls was amazing.

With nobody home, I verbally got into the masturbation session, "Fuck me you little lesbian slut! Oh, you want me to take your fucking cock? No...I'm not going to sniff your dirty panties! No! Don't you fucking dare!"

I held the crotch under my nose and the musk sent me into orgasmic orbit, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

At one point, I turned over to my knees, laid her thong on the bed and mashed my face into it while I fucked myself from behind. That made me squirt a stream across the sheets and some onto the floor. I fell flat on my stomach, trying to catch my breath while I convulsed in pleasure. For my last orgasm, I put them in my mouth and could taste all her essence while on my knees, riding the dong. Muffled screaming and cussing at an imaginary Ashlynn would have been loud enough for all to hear had anyone been home. When I came, I sat down on the dildo so hard I thought it was going to disappear. I can't remember how many total orgasms I had that day but I do remember how powerful and fulfilling they were. Once I recovered, which took several minutes, I replaced her dirty panties with the other soiled laundry in the bag before taking my post orgasm nap.

That session had been so hot, I began immediately anticipating the next one and I got that chance just two days later. Always craving variety, I needed something a little different once I located a pair of my roommate's underwear. Maggie had a couple of pairs in the laundry basket but neither pair had much of an aroma. Ashlynn had no dirty laundry so I ventured upstairs to Kelly's room and found the perfect pair.

Just lying in a pile on the floor in her closet was her soiled laundry. A pair of black lace panties with a tiny red bow at the top were the ones that caught my eye and my nose the most. They had been dirty for a long time because they were stiff and smelled somewhat acidic which meant she had leaked pee in them as well. They were quite nasty really which only turned me on more and were the second most pungent panties I had ever smelled is why it sticks in my memory.

While in my bedroom, I stripped naked and sat down on the floor facing my full-length mirror that hung on the back of the door. Placing my feet up on the wall so that my legs straddled it, I was given a great view of my own pussy. This will sound strange but Kelly and I looked similar with our blonde hair and 5'6, 115 pound frames. She was actually a little taller and her hair was lighter but in my fantasy world, it was close enough. I looked at myself in the mirror and could easily imagine I was watching Kelly from across the room.

With my vibrator, I slapped my clit several times before I even turned it on while talking dirty, "You like that don't you slut? You like having that button roughed up you little whore."

My dirty mouth fueled me to slap harder until it was time to start buzzing it. I'm not sure if I was fantasizing that Kelly was roughing up my pussy or I was doing hers but it was erotic. Then I imagined she ordered me, "Go on...sniff em. They are so dirty and that smell is so strong!"

I pushed harder on the wand's head so that it smashed my clit and that pressure combined with the vibration was getting me closer. I held those crunchy pungent panties under my nose and inhaled deeply. That strong aroma of her pussy and pee did it and I let loose a powerful orgasm that caused me to scoot my butt on the floor and kick the door with both of my bare feet.

'Unnnngggggggg....ohhhhhhhh....unnnnggggggggggg!"

After my body stopped shaking, I knew the one orgasm wasn't going to be enough. Watching me play with my own gooey pussy in the mirror and sniffing Kelly's panties were just too erotic to stop. I was on fire and after my second orgasm, I needed more with her underwear. I wasn't sure how but I began licking the crotch to see if I could get any remnants of her sweetness. From that salty musk to that acidic flavor of her pee, I was enjoying every taste. That first lick turned into several then into me putting them into my mouth and sucking all the flavors that had been trapped inside the material.

When I came, I screamed and spit the panties out while falling back to the floor, "Aaaaggggggggggggggggg!"

Nearly choking on my own saliva, I found myself staring up at the ceiling while my entire body convulsed. I had gushed all over the floor in front of me. That was one of the most powerful orgasms I had to that point in my life. Once I was able to walk, I quickly put Kelly's panties back where they were and hoped they dried before she washed them.

My newfound addition to my masturbation sessions was almost addictive. I began to think about my roommates' panties all the time even when I wasn't masturbating. When I would get a glimpse of one of them wearing a pair, I would immediately think to myself, "I wonder what they smell like at this exact moment?"

I can't completely remember the order of when and what panties I masturbated to but I do remember a time when I had gotten Ashlynn's lavender boy short panties with the v cut for a session. They were a silky lace lingerie style and not only did I sniff them to a powerful orgasm, I rubbed them on my own pussy, fantasizing that we were scissoring. Just knowing her pussy scent was mixing with mine forced me into an eruptive squirt all over them.

The strongest aroma in panties I had ever sniffed while masturbating also belonged to Kelly. One morning she was about to leave for classes as I was returning. This was strange because in the past, she had always been gone but on that day, she was scrambling around her room trying to get ready.

"I lost track of time during my workout...now I'm so late. I really shouldn't have even taken a quick shower but I needed it so bad," she huffed before she threw her hairbrush on her dresser, grabbed her keys, backpack, phone and out the door she went.

I was so horny and excited with anticipation to find those panties she had worn. In her steamy bathroom, her workout clothes lay crumpled up in a pile. On top, lay her sports bra and socks and under those were her gray leggings with a white thong inside them. When I picked it up, it was soaking wet from her sweat which made it nearly transparent. I decided I was going to use them regardless so I chose not to sniff them up close before it was time even though I could smell them from just carrying them.

Instead of using my laptop to search for pictures of pussy, I used my phone. I can't remember what I settled on but I do remember that I got on my hands and knees on my bed with the phone flat, facing upward. It wasn't even a minute when I decided I didn't need any pictures or electronic equipment of any kind. All I needed was my dildo and those wet musky panties.

With my head down on the mattress and up on my knees, I reached behind myself and inserted the dildo. I was so gooey in anticipation that it slid all the way in without resistance. I gasped in pleasure, "Ahhhhhhh!"

In my mind, Kelly was on her knees behind me, wearing a large strap-on dong. I fantasized she was holding my hips and had her dick inside me, fucking me slowly at first then picking up the pace which coincided with my own hand ramming my pussy from behind with my real-feel dildo.

I squealed aloud, "Oh God! Do it harder! Use my pussy like a cum dump! Pound it! Oh yes!"

That's when I moved the panties directly under my face and OMG, the strong aroma that came off of the sweaty crotch was too much and I lost it. I closed my legs around the rubber dick and actually fell flat on my stomach, twitching like I had touched an electric fence. The myriad of smells ranging from sweat, to pussy, to pee, to natural pheromones, I was having a powerful orgasm.

I went on to have a few more before I stopped and at one point, I was rubbing the wet thong on my face and nose. Of all my roommates, Kelly's pussy had the muskiest scent and I loved it. After I had spent the next hour making myself cum repeatedly, with weak legs, I put the panties back where I found them before taking a shower. The shower steam enhanced the aroma that was all over my face to the point where it seemed like I had eaten her out.

There were many more times that I used panties to get myself off but for the sake of time, I will only discuss one more. It was probably the dirtiest and one I won't soon forget. It actually wasn't a typical weekday masturbation session but of all days, a Sunday. Because it was a holiday weekend, the stars lined up and provided me with the perfect opportunity.

It was Thanksgiving 2014 and I had returned from my parents' home on that Friday because of a huge organic chemistry test that was approaching. I loved the quiet study time. All the other girls were with family for the entire weekend except Maggie. She had a serious boyfriend and had also returned on the same day to be with him. Having stayed at his place, they both walked into our condo about 9 am in search of something she needed that I don't remember now.

Entrenched in my studying, I heard them enter and go to her room. About thirty minutes later, I needed a drink and could clearly hear them having sex through the closed door from the kitchen. I just smiled and returned to my room to play with myself. Probably another thirty minutes later, Maggie was in my room, making small talk before she had to get ready to leave again.

When she left my bedroom, she left the condo only to return 20 minutes later. By then, I had already had two orgasms with basic clit rubbing. She changed clothes then she and Brett left for good. That was my chance to just check things out and see if she had left her freshly used panties behind.

I didn't know what to expect or know if she had changed them but they were just laying on a pile of clothes next to her bed. I wish, for dramatic purposes, that I could tell you that they were these very sexy out of this world pair but the truth was they were just beige, thin cut Lycra panties that were still sexy but sort of plain. When I picked them up, they were wet and I was pleasantly surprised that there was a trail of white goo that was obviously her boyfriend's cum that had leaked out of her after sex. This was different and really turned me on.

Once I was back on my bed with my laptop in front of me, I looked for creampie porn to help me get off while using the vibrator on my swollen clit. To enhance the fantasy, not only did I find the perfect creampie video but the woman in the movie was wearing panties which were pushed to the side. I turned the vibrator to full speed and let the buzzing send me to ecstasy.

My next orgasm was just to the porn itself because the girl was so hot and when that thick veiny cock erupted in her pussy and when it oozed down her crack, I lost it. I squealed out loud and my legs twitched for at least a minute. After that one, my mind went back to Maggie and her panties. Brett's cum was rapidly soaking into the cotton crotch so I needed to act fast.