My love of panties started at a fairly young age. My sexual experiences were limited to what I had read in "Sex Manners for Men" which had been passed around by my classmates at school. I had also had a small collection of magazines, which only showed Bikini clad girls. I spent hours gazing at that mystical mound covered by a flimsy layer of nylon, dreaming of what forbidden fruits lay behind that cover. My one hand furiously rubbing my hard prick while the other turned the pages. It never occurred to me that one of life’s finest pleasures could be derived from the taste of a woman’s pussy.
The turning point in my life came when I was 18 & saw my first true girlie magazine. I remember that it was a Mayfair Magazine from the UK. There was a picture of a woman squatting with her skirt up around her waist and her see-through yellow panty for the entire world to see. Her pussy hairs were matted against the thin fabric and her pussy lips were clearly defined. This was by far the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Further on in the same magazine when I reached the quest section the discussion was all about oral sex. The girl who was being interviewed went into graphic detail about the way she felt when this younger guy had gone down on her. In the second part a guy tried his best to describe the joys of oral sex. My mind was racing. I spent the next few days re-reading the Mayfair and imagining what oral sex must be like and deposited gallons of cum down the toilet, before I had to part with the magazine to its original owner.
After this I spent a lot of time looking at the underwear ads in my mothers magazines while I fantasized about tasting this illusive delicacy. My next milestone came when I went to visit a friend during the holidays. They lived on a farm outside of town and this meant that when I went to visit it would normally be for a few days. When I arrived we went down to the river to sneak a quick smoke away from all the watchful eyes of Kens parents. While we sat in the shade smoking our cigarettes the topic of conversation got onto girls and sex (as it invariably does with teenage boys). "Did you see the Mayfair John was showing us?" I asked Ken.
"Did I see it?" Ken exclaimed. "I walked around with a hard-on for days afterwards, those quest pages were awesome!"
"Yeah, I really got turned on by that chic who described her pussy being licked. I need to try that!" I said. By now my prick was so hard it was aching. I looked across at Ken and noticed that he had a large bulge in his trousers. His arm was moving gently up and down as he tried rubbing his prick without me seeing. "You feeling horny?" I asked.
"You better believe It.," he breathed.
"Let’s relieve the pressure," I said. Ken didn’t answer, he just slipped his pants down and took his hard cock in his hand and started to spread his juices around his circumcised head. I stared at his large cock. We both started pulling our foreskins slowly up and down the length of our teenage cocks. I could hear Ken beginning to breathe hard. As I opened my eyes a saw him spurt his thick white cum into the fine river sand, the sight of this sent me over the edge. The feeling of the hot cum pumping from my hard cock nearly blew my mind. I lay back in the sand, my eyes closed until my heart started returning to its normal pace. We slowly pulled our shorts back on and started walking back to the house. We were both quiet, both deep in thought, the experiences of the last few hours were really overwhelming.
When we got to the house I went off to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet my eye caught something white hanging from the laundry basket. I leant across and slowly pulled the pair of panties from the laundry basket. They still felt warm. I looked at the crotch and saw that they were still very wet. I lifted them to my nose and inhaled the rich pussy smell from them. My first smell of the forbidden fruit! My cock was instantly hard. I took my cock in my hand and while I pumped it up and down. I breathed in the pussy aroma. My orgasm even more intense that the earlier one. I carefully pushed the panties back into the laundry basket. The question about whether they belonged to Ken’s mother or sister played in my mind. The smell of pussy etched in my mind.
We all sat down to dinner a short while later. Ken and I were both unusually quiet while Ken’s sister Cindy and her friend Kathy were talking animatedly across the dinner table. "You guys will have to excuse us," said Ken’s Mom " were going out to the Barlow’s to play cards, behave yourselves or else!" Ken’s Mom tried her best to look stern but failed dismally. After dinner Kathy and Cindy got up and announced that they were off to have a bath. As the bathroom door closed Ken quickly got up "follow me" he whispered. We quickly slipped out the back door and around the old farmhouse. With no neighbors for miles the house had huge big Bay windows and the curtains were seldom closed. We sneaked around the house until we crouched in front of the bathroom window. The height of the window made it impossible to see in from ground level. We slowly climbed up the old Wild Fig tree and looked into the bathroom. By now Cindy and Kathy were down to their underwear. The sight of real live women in her underwear had me nearly cumming in my pants. Cindy slipped her panties down and stepped out of them. She reached back and unclasped her bra, throwing both into the laundry basket. I now knew whose panties I had sniffed earlier and this made me even hornier. Both girls got into the bath and out of view. "That was awesome," I breathed.
