10 comments/ 109092 views/ 32 favorites Annie's Panties By: leann511 The first time I saw her I felt a strange thrill that I could not understand, along with a desire to be around her as much as I could. We were at the Student Union building, in a large, circular booth, just hanging out between classes. The booth was growing more crowded for a while but by the time the next period started it began to thin out. I skipped a class because I could not bring myself to leave while she was there. I don't know why I was so fascinated by her unless it was her vivacious smile and her compelling eagerness to participate in, and experience everything. Her exuberant interests completely overwhelmed me and when she spoke directly to me, I felt very privileged to be even a silent recipient of her wonderfully animated conversation. Her voice, while not saying anything sexual, was so sensual that my pussy became moist just at the sounds of her words. Her name was Annie and her eyes were cornflower blue and so lovely I could stare into them forever. Her smile was enigmatic, as though she somehow knew how she affected me and was full of understanding and reassurance. When she asked me my name, I was made temporarily speechless by her unexpected personal attention. "Well, let me put it another way. What did your mother and father call you when you were a little girl?" She was playing to the crowd, drawing a lot of guffaws and giggles at my expense. But it was my fault for being tongue tied in the first place. Finally, I was able to murmur, "Darlene." She merely stared at me, apologizing with her eyes. She threw her shoulders back, causing her magnificent tits to thrust out to meet my avid gaze. Her liquid eyes noticed where my eyes were riveted and her knowing, reassuring smile made me turn all gushy inside. "Well, I guess no one has ever accused you of trying to dominate the conversation." I gulped a huge breath of air, expanded my lungs and managed to speak, or more precisely, squeak, "I'm only a freshman." "You're only a freshman, Darlene?" The way she spoke my name was so different than anyone else had ever said it. Her velvet voice caressed each syllable and made it sound like such a beautiful name that I was filled with pride. "Yes, are you?" I asked, then unthinkingly added, "Annie?", just because I wanted to say her name. "Yes, I am Annie, at least that's what my parents called me at home." She asked, poking gentle fun at me and drawing another round of giggles from the thinning crowd. "No, I know you're Annie, I meant, are you a freshman, too?" "I'm a junior but it seems like I've been trapped in these halls most of my life. I can't even remember being in high school, it seems so long ago." When the girl next to me left, probably to go to class, of all things; only we two remained at our booth. Annie stood up and came around the table to sit beside me next to the wall. I nearly forgot to breathe and would have, if not for the irrepressible desire to inhale the tantalizing fragrance of her perfume. She caught my eye, paralyzed me with her arrogant, confident stare, then looked down at her lap, directing my eyes to follow. Her skirt had ridden up, high on her gorgeous thighs and I was transfixed by her beautiful legs which no one but me could see. "I have on the most adorable panties. I know you'd love to see them." I pushed my napkin to the edge of the table and let it fall to the floor as she grasped the hem of her skirt and raised it to her flat stomach. When I bent down to retrieve my napkin, my face was only inches from her beautifully rounded thigh. Her legs spread more and I was gazing directly at her white silk panties. The crotch was heavily reinforced but her pussy lips were so puffy I could see a shadowy suggestion of her slit. The panel across her abdomen was sheer, transparent lace and I could see tufts of her pussy hair flattened behind it. "I don't know about you but I've just missed my last class of the day," she announced as she touched my shoulder, indicating for me to sit back up, "and it's all your fault for staying here and listening so rapturously to my stories. I think I may have discovered the world's greatest listener. I don't want to lose you so do you want to come over and get better acquainted? I bought this cute little guitar and I'll show you the chords I've learned so far." Of course I was eager to go with her. As we entered her dorm room, she told me, "My roommate went home for the week-end but at least she had a reason to cut classes today. I really intended to go to class but I don't think I've ever made it on a Friday." I, who had cut the very first class of my college career today, laughed at the absurdity of never attending classes on Friday. "Then how did you pass your classes?" "Oh, I've been known to cater to the carnal desires of my professors, to occasionally inflame their lechery with a flash of thigh." Annie said as she sat back in a straight back chair and pulled her skirt up to her hips, exposing her most gorgeous thighs and a breathtaking view of her adorable panties. Her puffy pussy lips created a protruding mound that arrested my enraptured gaze.There was some wetness that made visible the delectable indentation of her cleft at the reinforced crotch. I tried to draw my eyes away before I was caught looking but was unable to. She just sat there basking in my admiration, crossing and re-crossing her legs, affording me longer and longer glimpses of her rapidly moistening pussy. "You mean they passed you just for getting a peek at your panties?" I asked as my eyes were riveted at the juncture of her thighs. "No, Silly, nothing that gross. The flashing just made them more amiable towards me and maybe caused them to grade my papers a little less critically, maybe, and be a little more generous with points allowed on the discussion questions. I can discuss beautifully but I have a wee bit of trouble confining myself to the narrow subject matter posed by most questions. If you were a professor, do you think a look at my panties would be worth a little leniency in your grading?" Then she pulled her heels up to the chair seat and spread her legs, showing a complete view of her panties and I was shocked by such a sexually charged display. "But listen to me ramble on and on. I brought you over here to see my panties and here I am..." "No...you didn't...I didn't come here to see your..." "Oh? Why did you come? Didn't I tell you that I always wanted to have a little gay girl..." "I'm not a gay girl! I've never had anything to do with another girl in my life." "Well, maybe the current label is bi-girl. Anyway, I've always wanted a young girl who was obviously smitten by me to be available to come over when I needed her to offer some measure of sexual relief." "You mean just a friend who could come over and help you get off when you're hung up from a dud date or extra horny for some reason?" "That's it! That's it exactly." "Well, it seems a little strange but I guess I could do that." "Well, the way you've been looking at me with such tender yearning all afternoon has me sort of worked up." She met my eyes with her own and shifted her gaze down to her panties, pulling my eyes along with hers. "Do you want me to do something to you now? Do you want me to touch your panties?" I asked her with my heart in my throat, fearing equally her acceptance or her refusal. "Or you may have an unacknowledged desire to kiss my panties, or maybe just smell them. Why don't you come closer and kneel down and find out what you want to do?" I was compelled by my intense craving to do exactly what she suggested but I was intimidated by the fear of what she would think of me. I moved slowly towards her as though to delay the decision but keeping the option open. "You're just being shy, Darlene, you know you want to get between my legs. There's no one to see you, don't you think my legs are pretty enough?" For her to think that I failed to appreciate any part of her beauty filled me with mind-numbing dread and my decision occurred without any conscious effort on my part. My knees just bent of their own accord and I found my face mere inches from her precious panties. Then I turned my face to brush my lips lovingly and submissively against her smooth, gorgeous thigh. My tongue came out unbidden and began to lick her fragrant skin and I closed my eyes, unable to bear the beauty offered so unexpectedly. She reached down and took my extended tongue between her fingers and pulled gently until I rose up on my knees with my large titties pressed into the insides of her thighs. Then she lowered her head to take my tongue into her mouth and sent such searing, electric thrills through me that I very nearly collapsed. After sucking on my tongue for a while and giving hers to me to suck on much longer, she again reached up and held my tongue in her fingers. This time she drew my head gently down until she squeezed my tongue against her panties. She continued to rub it into the adorable cleft in her panties. Waves of intense pleasure inundated me and I was in such a state of shock that I could do nothing but continue to press my tongue against her panties when she released it. When she let go of my tongue, I followed the pattern she had established. I moved it up and down in her cleft, savoring the taste that permeated her panties. "There, sweetie," she said, "just lick it for a while, just lick it to your heart's content. I'm not going to make you do anything else until you're thoroughly familiar with doing this." I was intensely relieved that she wasn't going to make any exorbitant demands on me because I was extremely fearful of what she might try to make me do. I was completely content for a long time to just lick her panties and try to work my tongue deeper into her cleft by pushing the panties inside. However, the musky aroma of her growing arousal began to impugn my efforts and a growing dissatisfaction prompted me to want to do more. Seeming to be completely in tune with my growing desires, she raised her hips and pushed her panties down to her thighs. The sight of her tantalizing pussy pushed aside my immediate dread and I stopped worrying about what she was going to make me do and started doing what I came to realize I wanted to do. Her thighs widened, stretching her panties across them and I moved over her panties and put my tongue back where I knew it belonged, deep inside her cleft. The abundant juices and powerful fragrance at first startled me and caused me to realize momentarily what I was doing. But the realization and the self-disgust was not enough to overcome my mounting desire and my tongue danced rapturously over her neat pussy lips and plunged between them and licked up and down. When I raised my tongue to her clit, I wrapped my lips around it and sucked briefly, then released it, instinctively afraid if I brought her off, she would then make me leave. After some time she reached down, grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and away from her. I was crushed, thinking she was through with me. Then she reached with her other hand and pushed her panties completely off and raised her heels up to the chair and spread her legs really wide. I was made delirious with joy when she pushed my head back into her cunt as I realized that she just wanted me to do more. She then pushed gently on the top of my head and I was so humiliated when I realized she was pushing my mouth down to her asshole. I never knew some girls made other girls do that sort of thing. But I could no more refuse her than I could stop breathing, so I pushed my tongue up into her puckered hole. Her intense intake of breath made me glad that I did. She loved it, and that made me love it so I began to plunge my tongue in and out as well as I could, considering the tightness of the hole. Then she pushed me roughly away, stood up and unhooked and unzipped her skirt and let it fall so I helped her out of that. Then she walked over to her bed, nude from the waist down and lay on her side with her marvelous, rounded butt towards me. All pretense was basically shattered and I had the choice of joining her as her little gay girl or leaving with what was left of my dignity. I thought it over long and hard for twelve to fourteen seconds and then the allure of her rounded bottom drew me to her bed. In the position she was in, with her thighs pressed firmly together, I was perplexed about what she wanted. I reached over her arm to touch her bra. She let me fondle her titties for a while and then pushed my hand away, "I'll give you some titty to suck later, I'll take off my bra and let you suck yourself to sleep...after you finish what you started." I lay down beside her and could not keep from pressing my pelvis against the top of her back with my face about even with her ass. I worked my hips against her for a while and then moved my face against her protruding ass cheeks. I swallowed my pride and started licking her rosy cheeks, working my tongue back down into the cleft of her ass, searching again for the puckered hole, which was all she seemed to want of me. She reached back with one hand and pulled up on one cheek which gave me much better access. By making my tongue as rigid as possible, I found I could fuck her asshole sufficiently to make her breatheing more labored. Soon she rolled over on her stomach and I followed, humping my pussy against her upper back. She spread her thighs as much as possible, working her hips violently against the mattress and my face moved into her aromatic pussy and I plunged my tongue into her. The thrust of her hips caused my tongue to move to her clit, through her pussy lips and back to her asshole which I tried to penetrate as her ass was raised. All too soon she became rigid as a post, quivering and moaning in ecstasy and my hips worked my pussy blatantly against her shoulders, bringing me to the greatest orgasm of my life. But her delirium subsided and was replaced with anger. "You really need a good spanking," she wailed, "for being a nasty girl and sucking another girl's pussy and asshole." She looked up with a ferocious look in her eye. "If you let me spank you, I'll take off my bra and let you suck some titty." I felt like some kind of an abomination as I sat up on the bed and crawled over her lap, sobbing uncontrollably. She worked her left hand under my abdomen and cupped my pussy and held it as she swatted my behind. Feeling the heat rising in my ass from her surprisingly hard slaps, I reached behind and tried to protect my ass from any more spanking.I suppose she was hesitant to overdo it and finally stopped spanking me. She reached up and undid the buttons of her blouse. I eagerly helped her pull it off her shoulders, then I unhooked her bra. She rolled over, leaving the bra on the bed and I lay down beside her and she cuddled my head in her arms and pushed a turgid nipple into my mouth and let me suck myself to a peaceful sleep. I eventually awoke to find her gone and I went back to my own dorm. The next Monday, I made all my morning classes but hurried to the Union to see if she was there. I was perplexed to see a larger crowd around her. She was like a queen holding court. Strangely, most of those gathered around her were coeds but I noticed when some guys did come around she basically ignored them, excluded them from the brunt of her vivacious charm. Some hung around anyway, perhaps hoping to score with such a large aggregate of girls. I just sat at the periphery thinking I might as well make my class but I couldn't quite muster the strength to leave. Eventually the crowd began to thin out and I managed to move closer. Finally several girls who seemed to be together in a group were all that was left. They each announced with regrets that they had pressing matters to attend to and began to leave. All except one who claimed she had nothing else to do. I moved into the booth where Annie sat with the remaining girl who just happened to be gorgeous and also blessed with large titties. Annie smiled at me in welcome and made some effort to include me in what was going on but she was obviously intent upon mesmerizing the new girl. I was quite depressed and scolded myself for not being more outgoing and contributing something to the conversation. I felt my whole world was crumbling when abruptly Annie stood up and said, "Cathy here wants to go up to my dorm and visit, do you want to come with us?" I mumbled assent and stood up to leave with them. As we were walking down a corridor, Annie hooked her arm in Cathy's and they moved ahead of me. Annie glanced back at me and said, "you can bring up the rear, sweetie, that will give you a chance to get a good view of our asses and think about what you want to do to us when we get to my room. Bet you never imagined you'd get to do two such sexy girls at the same time, did you?" Annie's Panties Mike had been happily married to Marie for about 10 years. He was very much in love with her, and had always been faithful. In fact, only 2 things were weaknesses for him in any fashion at all: panties, and Marie's younger sister Annie. Mike had developed a fetish for panties as a teen, when he masturbated for the very first time with a satin pair that was taken from a friend's sister. Over the next 7-8 years, he had taken dozens of panties from dozens of girls, and curiosity about what wearing a thong felt like had even led him to begin trying panties on before using them to pleasure himself. Through willpower and maturity, he had by and large avoided the temptation for a few years before he had begun dating Marie. Mike had fallen for Marie shortly into their courtship, and he had been in love with her ever since, but he was also attracted to Annie. She had a body type that was more in line with Mike's preference: He had always been an ass man, and Annie had a fantastic ass. When Marie was on her period and sex was out of the question, Mike would often satisfy his own needs in the shower, and the most common thought playing through his mind was taking Annie from behind in the doggy-style position. He would dream of having his hands on her ass, cupping it and grabbing it, then putting his hands on her hips and pulling her back onto his hard cock as he looked down at the beauty of his member plunging in her pink, moist pussy. He knew this was merely a fantasy; he could not cheat on Marie, and he was certain Annie would also never cheat on her high school sweetheart-turned husband, Paul. Mike and Marie had been married for 6 years, Annie and Paul for 3. Mike had not stolen a pair of panties in over 7 years on the day he went to Marie and Annie's parent's house. He had a softball practice on the fields near their house, and Marie rode with him. He went to practice, and returned an hour later to find his vehicle gone. He went up to the house, and found a note on the table that they had all gone out to eat and would be back around 7:30. Looking up at the clock, he saw he had over 20 minutes until that time. He had to take a piss, and for some reason, he decided to go to the restroom upstairs where Marie and Annie's old rooms were. As he walked by Annie's room, which normally had the door shut, but was now open, he noticed that there were still a couple of dressers in her room. After hesitating, he decided to check to see if there was anything in any of them worth looking at to pass some time. He was surprised to find some old pictures and clothes in a couple of the drawers of the first dresser, so he walked over to the second. Opening the top drawer, his heart jumped when he discovered that there were about 8 pairs of Annie's panties. He took them out one by one and inspected them. They were certainly sexier than the drab things that Marie had. He found a low rise bikini, a couple of nice yellow thongs, a plaid bikini cut cotton pair, and a maroon satin pair that was really sexy. All were size 5 ... damn, she had a nice ass and nice, narrow hips. Mike felt the blood rushing to his cock, as many of his old desires came crashing back on him. He checked his watch; probably 15 or more minutes until they would return. He hustled over to the bathroom and grabbed a couple of tissues. He quickly shed his softball clothes, looking at his nude body in the mirror on the wall. He was a runner, and athletic, and his body reflected such. He had a lean, muscular build. He turned his attention from the mirror back to the wonderful garments before him. He grabbed one of the thongs ... and gently stepped into it. He pulled it up, gradually covering up his throbbing cock as the fabric wedged up his ass. He was admiring how he looked in the mirror. He was positively engorged, as he thought of that same fabric up his ass being up her ass at one time ... his full balls now resting where the fabric had once snuggled up to her pussy ... his throbbing cock being pressed against his body by the sexy material in the same way it had once pressed her pubic hair against her body, if she wasn't shaved ... Losing any self control he had developed over the previous 7 years, Mike grabbed the maroon satin panties from the drawer, and pushed the thong down a bit in the front so he could wrap them around his aching dick. He grabbed the tissues, because he knew this wouldn't take too long. He began to pump his thick 6.5 inch cock with the satiny material, watching his hips pump in the mirror. He was not particularly long, but was blessed when it came to girth. He knew from being in the locker room in gym class that he was much thicker than most, and had been told that very thing by a couple of girls of the few girls he had been with, including Marie. Admiring his own cock, he quickly began spraying his cum into the tissues, careful not to get any on either the panties he was wearing, or those he was using to stimulate himself. He quickly stripped down naked again, disposed of the tissues, ran back to Annie's old room, got dressed, and put the thong back in the drawer. He picked up the maroon pair, looked at the drawer, and instead shoved them down his pants, where they would rest next to his now retreating penis. He would have several days over the coming years that he would slip them on or use them to stroke his cock, frequently both on the same day. For now, however, he went downstairs and turned on TV to watch until everyone returned home. Over the next 2 years, Mike wanted desperately to find an opportunity to go through Annie's current panty drawer. Now that he had a peek into her intimates from years past, he intensely wanted to find out what her current selection of panties was. In the meantime, Mike was satisfied to try to find reasons to go upstairs at Marie's parents, quickly and quietly sneaking into Annie's room to admire her fine panties. He was extremely happy to be charged one day with going to their house to feed the dog. He was looking forward to having a nice leisurely time of trying on her panties, of course ending with a masturbation session. He was a bit stunned to open the drawer, only to find it empty. Questions immediately sprang into his mind: Did Annie's mom go through and throw things out? Did Annie take her panties home? Did Annie realize that one of the pairs she had in the drawer was now gone, and if so, would there be any reason she would suspect Mike?? It had been several months since Mike had been in the room, so he couldn't be sure if Annie (or whoever) had only recently cleaned out the drawer, or if it had been done long ago. The questions shook him a bit, so he quickly fed the dog and returned home. He felt relatively safe, as throwing out an unfounded accusation like that would be a pretty serious thing. He convinced himself that there was nothing to worry about, and soon forgot all about it. About 3 months later, Mike and Marie were at Annie and Paul's house, along with the rest of the family, to celebrate the birthday of Annie's 1 year old son, Justin. They were in the process of moving toward the living room for the opening of presents, when Mike excused himself to use the restroom. He chose to use the bathroom that would take him past the washing machine and dryer, in the hopes that there would be a basket of clothes there for him to quickly scan in search of an elusive pair of Annie's panties. He still had not even glimpsed even 1 of her new selection, and he was still strongly curious. As he passed the laundry, he saw a basket of clothes. Taking a quick glance to make sure no one was coming, he ducked in the room. He rifled through as fast as he could, but wasn't having any luck, so he kept searching. He heard steps coming down the hall a little too late, and had just barely gotten his hand out of the basket when Annie walked by and peered in. "Help you find something, Mike?" Annie asked uneasily. Mike's face burned hot red at essentially being caught with his hand digging through her clothes, and this was still not a good situation. His mind raced to come up with a reason for being there that was even remotely logical. "Uh, I was looking for a towel .. I didn't see one in the bathroom," Mike said, praying that there wasn't one in plain view in the bathroom, and that Annie didn't go check it out. As she turned to go to the bathroom, she said, "I'm pretty sure there is one hanging up. Can't believe you didn't --" She broke off there as Justin began wailing from the next room, and she ran to make sure her boy was okay, forgetting all about Mike and his towel. Mike loved his nephew greatly, and hoped he was fine, but was exceedingly grateful for his perfect timing. Mike used this second chance to go to the bathroom and hide the hand towel that was hanging perfectly in place where Annie had placed it earlier in the day. Justin's bumping his forehead at just that time might have just averted a horrific situation for Mike. At the minimum, he was able to cover his tracks a bit. He dared not do any more searching for panties at this time, though, and returned to the party, where Annie was too busy comforting her boy to care or remember Mike's need for a towel. Mike was in a jubilant mood, as a near-tragedy had been narrowly averted, and he soon forgot all about it. Three weeks later, Mike was home watching the Texas-Oklahoma football game when the phone rang. Not taking his eyes off the game, he answered. "Hello?" he said. "Hey Mike, it's Annie. How are you doing?" "I'm good. Just watching the football game. Marie just left to get some groceries, if you were looking for her." "Actually, I was calling for you. I need some help. I was going to go mow the lawn for Paul while he's working and while Justin is napping, but I can't get the mower started. I was hoping that you might be able to come take a look at it," she said. Mike wasn't real happy about the timing, being in the middle of the football game and all, but otherwise had no problem helping. "Give me 10 minutes, and I'll be over," Mike replied. "Thanks!" Annie replied cheerfully. Mike grabbed some tools and his battery charger, loaded them in his truck, and drove over to Annie's house. He parked, and went to the mower in the barn. As he began to look over the mower, he caught the site of Annie coming down from the house wearing short red shorts and a tight black top. He couldn't help but admire her long legs and busty chest briefly, before turning back to the mower. He didn't want to be too distracted. He tried turning the mower over, and the battery was dead. He was glad that he had brought the charger. "Whatcha think, Mike?" Annie inquired as she sauntered up. "Can you get it going?" "Yeah, pretty sure it's just a dead battery. I have my charger, so I can put it on the charger for a while, and it should be enough to get it going relatively soon." "Great!" Annie said. "If you want, once you get it on the charger, you can come up for a sweet tea, if you'd like." Mike would have rather gone back home and watched the game, but seeing as how he was going to spend 20 minutes on the road there and back, he thought he'd just stay here for a bit, and hope the battery took enough charge soon to get started. "Sure, sounds good. Be up in a minute," Mike said. Mike hooked the charger up, and went up to the house. Annie had already poured his drink, and was sitting at the table. He sat down, and they made small talk for a while. "I was sorry to bother you, but Paul has to work late tonight, and I wanted to try to get the lawn mowed before he got home." "No problem at all," Mike fibbed slightly, as he finished his second glass of tea. He now felt the need to urinate quite strongly. It was probably about time to check the battery anyway. "I have to use the restroom a minute, then I'll go check the mower to see if it's ready." He made his way to the bathroom, this time down the hall towards the bedrooms of the house. He went in, locked the door, and turned into the room. Out of the corner of his eye, in the corner against the far wall by the tub, he saw a pair of Annie's panties! He was FINALLY going to get a glimpse of her current choice in undergarments. He walked over to it, bent down and picked it up. It was a light blue cotton thong, and he could tell by the way it was situated that this had been worn. Mike cupped the panties in his hands and raised the crotch up to his nose. He had thought many times of smelling the aroma of Annie's pussy, and after 10 years, this was going to be his chance. He inhaled, taking deep breaths, as her aroma filled his nose and blood now began filling his cock. His back was to the door, and his heart sank as he heard the sound of the door being unlocked. "What the fuck!" he thought to himself, as he threw the panties back into the corner where he had found them. The door had swung open in time for Annie to see her intimate apparel hit the ground. "What the hell?" Mike said. Annie quickly turned it around on him. "What the hell, indeed!" she said. "What were you doing with my panties?" Mike quickly realized he really wasn't in much of a position to be too argumentative, but asked anyway, "Well, what are you doing UNLOCKING the door and barging in on me?" "I was watching you underneath the door. I saw you pick them up, and I wanted to know what the hell you were doing with them," Annie replied. "Why are you looking under the door? Isn't that a bit intrusive?" Mike asked, somewhat mad, but yet also frightened at the predicament he found himself in. "Probably no more intrusive than you stealing my panties from Mom and Dad's house or digging through my dirty laundry a couple of weeks ago," she retorted. Shit, Mike thought. This is not good. He really had nothing to say. He felt weak, and was not looking forward to how this would end. "What do you want, Annie? What are you going to do? You going to tell Marie?" Mike asked in defeat. "I don't plan to tell Marie. I see no point -- if I get the answers I want." "What answers are those?" Mike asked. "I want to know what you did with the panties you stole. And I want to know what you were doing with those," she stated, pointing at her tiny thong now wadded up near the corner. "And don't bullshit me. I want the truth. If I get the truth, I won't tell anyone. And I'll know if you're lying, so don't even try." Mike hated this. He weighed his options, which basically amounted to 2: He could tell Annie the truth, putting himself at risk of considerable embarrassment, not to mention the fact that she could tell Marie the secrets of what he did with the panties anyway. His other option was to remain silent and deny everything, hope that Annie was bluffing about telling, and praying that if she wasn't, that Marie somehow wouldn't care or wouldn't believe her. "I'm waiting," Annie said after several moments had passed. Mike sighed. He was going to try lying, as he really had little to lose. "I didn't take them," he offered weakly. "Mike, I'm not stupid. When I cleaned that drawer out this summer, I knew I was missing a pair of my panties. That was my favorite pair through most of high school, so I noticed they were gone. I didn't know who took them, but the thought crossed my mind it was you. Not too many people would have had the opportunity, but you would have. But when I saw you snooping through our clothes basket it occurred to me that it probably was you that took them. I set out my panties for you to find today to see if I could confirm this. I think it's pretty clear that you took them, and that you seem to like my panties. Now ... what were you doing with my panties in there, Mike? What do you do with the pair you stole from me?" Mike knew that there really wasn't much use in denying anymore. He decided his best avenue was simply to tell her and hope for the best. "Those," he said, pointing to the thong he had had recently been holding, "I wanted to check out. I was curious what you wore." "Is that all you did? Or did you do something more?" Annie quizzed him. "I -- sniffed them," he murmured quietly, head hanging down. "And I use your maroon pair to ..." he tailed off. "To what? I couldn't hear you." Mike looked up to face her. He was surprised that there was not anger in her eyes, but something else. Was it excitement? "To masturbate with," he said a little more boldly. "And to wear sometimes." Holy shit, he couldn't believe he'd said it. He was probably fucked anyway, but seeing her face told him that she was kind of enjoying this, and he really didn't see any harm in telling the whole truth. Rather than a look of shock on her face, the corners of her mouth curled upward in a slight smile. Mike couldn't believe it, but his cock was starting to rise, causing his shorts to shift. Annie noticed it, and her smile grew a bit. "So, Mike. You want to know what I wear? Follow me." Mike could not believe what was happening. He did as instructed, however, and followed her into her bedroom. She pulled open her top dresser drawer, revealing several panties of different styles, fabrics and colors. "These are the types of panties I wear now, Mike. Go on, look through them." "Annie, this is crazy. Just why would I do that? Can't we keep quiet about this and forget all about it?" he whimpered. "Why? Because I want you to pick out the panties you're going to wear for me. You look, and I'll be right back." She exited the room, and he was looking at the selection of sexy panties laying before him. She returned a minute later, and placed her thong from the bathroom on the dresser. "I wore these for 24 hours. I just took them off a couple of hours ago for a shower. You wanted to sniff them, well you'll get to sniff them, but only I get to watch. Have you picked out which panties you're going to wear for me Mike?" "Annie, I can't," he managed. "No, Mike, you can, and you will. If you could steal from me, you can do this. If you don't want, you can leave, but I can also tell Marie everything, too. You do what I want, and I will promise on my life I will never speak a word of any of this to anyone." Mike looked down at the panties again, and started to shake his head. "Mike, I will call. You do this, or I'll call. I'll be back in about 2 minutes, and I expect that you'll be wearing something for me," Annie said, as she walked out of the room. Mike really believed she would call at this point. With that he removed his shirt, unbuttoned his shorts, and pushed the shorts and boxers below his semi-hard cock. He turned back to the panties before him. He was in great shape, but even so, some of these panties were too petite for him to reasonably expect to wear. He dug around, and found a black satin bikini, size 6, that seemed pretty stretchy. He stepped into them, and pulled them up. His cock began to grow again, as it always did when he would wear a pair of panties. As he pulled his shorts back on, he was still in disbelief at the events happening. He wanted to die. With a knock on the door, Annie stepped back in the room carrying the phone. Mike looked at the receiver in her hand, but Annie just shook her head and said, "Just in case, Mikey. Just in case. Now, did you pick out something?" she inquired. "Yeah," he muttered softly. "Excellent! Before I get to see them, though, a few questions for you. You say you like to jack off using my panties, right? What do you think of when you're doing it?" "Different things. It depends, I guess," Mike replied. "Every think of me, Mike, when you're beating off? Ever pretend you're fucking me?" Annie asked. "Sometimes," Mike replied, thinking this was probably the worst day of his life. "How do you fuck me in your mind, Mikey?" This was not getting any better or easier, but again, he saw something in her eyes that betrayed her approach to this. She was turned on by this, he was almost certain. Annie's Panties "Does it matter? Does it REALLY matter at all?" Mike asked back. "No, I suppose it doesn't, but I still want to know." "Fine, fucking fine. I pretend to fuck you doggystyle!" he almost shouted. With that, Annie seductively pushed her shorts down to the ground, revealing a satiny white panty. She lifted her shirt over her head, revealing a toned stomach below a great set of tits being supported by a pink bra. She crawled up on the bed and turned away from Mike, showing him the panty was actually a thong. He glared longingly at her gorgeous ass as his cock leapt upward involuntarily. She reached a hand between her legs, and slid the now moistened crotch of her panties to the side, revealing a beautiful, shaved twat. Mike moaned. "Is that what you imagine, Mikey?" she asked naughtily. "Yes!" he panted. She turned back and sat on the bed, now facing him. "Alright, Mikey, it's time for me see you. Take your shorts off," she commanded. Mike hesitated. "Go on, big boy," she chided. Mike slowly unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them down to the ground and stepped out of them. Now it was Annie's turn to gawk. While she was admiring his cock barely being contained by her intimate apparel, he was studying her face, seeing her look of surprise at what was before her. Now it was his turn to ask a question. "Like that, Annie? Do you like my cock in your panties?" She said nothing, but the look in her eyes told the story. She came back around, and instructed Mike to pick up the thong from the bathroom. He did as told. "Now smell me Mikey, smell my pussy." He inhaled deeply, taking in her musky smell, as his eyes betrayed their pleasure. His cock, too, betrayed it's pleasure, as the head of his thick cock poked out the top of the panties. Annie noticed this too. Mike stared at the crotch of he panties, and could see moisture dampening them around he slit. She got off the bed, and walked over to him. She got down on her knees in front of him. He didn't know where the hell this was going, but only a thin bit of panty fabric and about 12 inches separated his engorged cock from her face. She reached out, and began to pull her panties off of him slowly. Soon his cock and taut balls were fully exposed before her. He could feel her warm breath on his testicles and penis as she pulled her panties down to his feet, and he stepped out of them. He was now completely nude, thick cock pointing at her face, she in only her bra and moist panties. She picked up the panties and handed them to him. "Now, Mikey, you can use these to stroke that big dick of yours. Since we're at this point, I see no harm in telling you this: I've many times wanted to see the size of your dick. When you and Marie were dating, you would quietly sneak up the stairs to her room. You'd think I was sleeping, but I'd be awake. I'd hear her moan sometimes with her previous boyfriends, but nothing compared to when it was with you. I had a feeling you were gifted, and" she paused now to admire his cock again, "you are indeed. That is one fat dick you have, and I can't wait to watch you beat off for me." She sat on the bed about 5 feet away from him. He'd come so far down the road now, he saw no point in not finishing himself off while she watched. His cock hurt, and his balls ached, needing to experience relief. He wrapped the soft satin pair of her panties around his cock, and slowly began to work up and down, while massaging his shaved balls with his left hand. Annie watched intently as he worked up and down his shaft. He watched himself work briefly, then looked at her face, which had gone soft with pleasure. It was then that he noticed she had slipped her left hand down her panties and appeared to me working her clit. "Closer," Annie moaned lightly. Mike stepped 2 steps closer, his cock now only about 3 feet from Annie's mostly naked body. After everything that had transpired over the last hour, he still could not believe that she was breathlessly watching him masturbate. She began to moan louder, and her hand moved faster as her orgasm began to build. He watched the movement in her panties, then shifted his eyes back up to her face as her mouth and face moved in ecstasy. This was making him stroke even faster, as he felt his own orgasm rapidly building. She was finishing hers, as his was about to begin. "Where do I cum?" Mike asked her with some urgency, as he knew it was only seconds before he was going to be spewing large amounts of semen. "Cum on the panties," Annie said without moving her eyes from his thick rod. He began to ejaculate, and the intensity of the buildup caused his left leg to buckle a bit, shifting his weight and body forward. He recovered to fully load her black satin panties with his load of white cum contrasting the black, but not before sending the second stream onto her naked tummy. She gasped a bit. "Grab me a sock," she instructed, but before he seemed fully aware of what he was doing, Mike was on his knees and licked and sucked his seed off her body. She gasped louder this time. "Does that really matter after everything else that's happened?" Mike asked, swallowing the cum. The scene made it pretty clear it didn't: he was nude, holding her panties filled with his cum, she nearly naked with soaked panties of her own. He cleaned the remaining cum off his cock, which was now becoming flaccid. He moved to his clothes, and began to dress, his back to her. He felt something soft hit his shoulder, and looked down to see the white thong Annie had been wearing. He turned toward her, just in time to reveal her naked pussy briefly before she pulled her shorts up. "There won't ever be a better scent of me that what those will provide, Mike. They're yours now. I think we're in pretty solid agreement that today was pretty incredible, that we can never speak of it again, and that it can't happen again." Mike nodded agreement. He picked up the white thong and stuffed it in his pocket. He went outside, started up the lawn mower for her, disconnected the battery charger, loaded up his tools, and headed for home. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the still soaked panties, and inhaled her pussy aroma. He felt his cock begin to grow in his shorts, and he hoped Marie was home from grocery shopping.