8 comments/ 122857 views/ 8 favorites Wet Panties By: smhgirl2002 I met my best friend Alexandra when we were both ten years old. Alex and I played together all the time as kids, and have continued to chill together as teenagers. We know all there is to know about each other and being eighteen there are some juicy secrets that Alex has shared with me that I wish I didn't know. There is one secret of mine that Alex doesn't even know about, and that is that I am in love with her sister, Ashley. Well actually in love with her fabulous body, but what's the difference. Since Alex and I have been friends since the age of ten, I have had the pleasure of watching her sister grow up. Ashley is the same age as Alex and I. I spent the night at Alex's place last Friday. I try to get us to stay at her place, so I can see Ashley, even though she is out a lot with her girlfriends. Anyway, it was around midnight, and I wanted to get my clothes off because I wanted to get ready for bed. I told Alex I was going to go to the upstairs bathroom to change. As I was walking towards the bathroom, I noticed Ashley's bedroom door was slightly ajar. I stood next to the door and peered in. I couldn't believe my own eyes! Ashley was standing in front of her mirror rubbing her breasts through her shirt. She then proceeded to move to her bed and lie down. She took a minute to rub her hands up and down her whole body before returning to her breasts. I very quietly sat down next to her door and glued my eyes to the sight in front of me. She removed her shirt and continued fondling herself. Then she removed her pants. I already knew she didn't wear panties. She started rubbing her pussy with her right hand. Then she finally used her left hand to pull the lips apart and drove two fingers deep into her pussy. A moan escaped between her beautiful red lips. As she finger fucked herself, I undid my pants and jammed three fingers into my already dripping cunt. As Ashley inserted a third finger into her mound, she lifted her ass up off the mattress, and increased her speed. Her moans were increasing and I knew she would cum soon, so I also picked up my speed to stay with her. After a couple of minutes, she came and I wasn't too far behind. A deep, long moan came from Ashley, as she came. The second after I came, I silently snapped my pants back together and got ready to get the hell out of there before I was caught. I took one more quick look at Ashley lying there in bed. She was licking her fingers. I sat there gazing at her and right when I decided to leave I heard her say, "Come in here." I sat there in absolute fear. I had been caught. I didn't know whether to run, or to go on ahead into the bedroom. Ashley must have known this because while I was still deciding, she got up and went to the door and opened it. She looked down at me and a huge grin spread across her beautiful face. "Caught wet handed." I started laughing. I was so glad she had broken the ice. She was still naked and I kept looking up and down her gorgeous body. I just couldn't help myself. She was so hot! Her long brown hair with blond highlights. She had the cutest, barely there freckles on her nose. Knowing I liked what I was seeing, she reached her hand out and I gladly accepted it. She pulled me up and pushed her naked body against me. Having her naked breasts smashing against mine was quite a turn on. She ran her fingers through my hair. "Did you know I was out there the whole time?" Ashley ran her fingers down my cheek, neck, and stopped at my breasts. "I wasn't exactly sure, but I felt like I was being watched." I knew my cheeks were still red from being caught. Ashley knew she had to calm me down. "Don't be embarrassed love, I'm not." "Why not?" "I have always wanted us to hook up and I'm glad I was able to put on a show for you." "And what a show it was, my panties are soaked from watching you getting yourself off." "Well…" Ashley teased. "Let's get those wet panties off of you." I stood somewhat helplessly as Ashley undid my pants and helped me out of them. She leaned down and kissed me on the lips lovingly. "Ready?" "Mmmm," was the only sound I could make. She started kissing me harder, exploring every part of my mouth with her tongue. Then she rammed her knee into my pussy. She leaned back, but kept her knee in my pussy while she pulled my shirt and bra off. She cupped my breasts. As she started rolling my nipples between her fingers, I started moaning and humping her knee. I was like a dog in heat. I was humping Ashley's knee so hard that she put a hand on my back and pulled us a step back, so she could lean against the wall. I started moaning loudly because I could feel my stomach tightening with my approaching orgasm. Ashley sensed I was nearing my climax, so she lowered her head down to my breasts and took a pink nipple into her hot little mouth. She rotated between sucking and flicking her tongue against my nipple. I felt my orgasm hit and bit my lip to keep quiet. After I came, I rested my head on Ashley's breasts. We stood there a minute, with Ashley holding me while I recovered. When I regained my senses, I was fully aware that my lips were inches away from Ashley's left nipple. I could tell by the way her body jerked, that she didn't think I would just start devouring her nipple. "Oh baby!" As I was sucking on her sweet nipple, I moved my hand to her almost bare mound. She had a little bit of light hair down the middle of her mound. I ran my index finger along her slit. I just let my finger dance around her slit, while I continued sucking on her beautiful, perky breasts. Finally, I let my finger go beyond her slit and I brushed against her clit. Ashley let out a moan. "The bed!" We moved to the bed and got in with me on top. I got her pillow and placed it under hips. I started licking up and down her pussy lips, and then drove my tongue deep into her cunt. "Oh shit, baby don't stop." I used my thumb to stimulate her clit, while working her pussy with my tongue. After a couple of minutes, Ashley told me to stop. I stopped and looked at her. She had a hard time getting a breath. "The nightstand." I got off the bed and opened the drawer and pulled out a seven inch vibrator. I flashed Ashley a wicked smile. "How long have we had this?" I teased Ashley. "Just a few months. I told you to stop eating me out because I want to cum from penetration." I climbed back on top of her slightly sweaty body. I bend down and we started kissing. After a few kisses, I pulled my head back, but used my left index finger to rub her clit. She started moaning and trying to hump my hand, so I turned the vibrator on and got ready to put in her pussy. "Hard or soft?" "Hard!" I turned the vibrator on high and shoved it deep into her pussy. All seven inches disappeared inside her beautiful pussy. "Oh god, fuck me! I've been a dirty little slut!" I started pumping the vibrator in and out as fast as I could while still rubbing her clit. The vibrator was glistening with her juices. I was happy she lasted as long as she did. I loved fucking Ashley with the vibrator. When she came, her body was shaking and she was coming off the bed. I gave the vibrator a blowjob while waiting for Ashley to come back to the world. When she did finally return, I was still licking and sucking her sweet girl cum off the vibrator. We lay in her bed looking into each others eyes and then started making out. Finally, Ashley broke the silence. "I'm so glad you're my sister's best friend." "Me too, and I'm really glad she's got a sexy sister like you." Sometime in the next half hour, Ashley and I fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke at three in the morning. "Oh shit, Alexandra!" I thought. I quietly got out of bed, so I wouldn't wake up Ashley. I crept back into the basement. There in front of the television, I found Alex asleep. She must have fallen asleep shortly after I left to change. If she knew Ashley and I were getting it on, she surely would have kicked me out of the house. I went back upstairs to the bathroom and changed into my pajamas. I stole a quick glance at Ashley sleeping peacefully in her bed. I went back to the basement and got in my sleeping bag. I thought about Ashley and I for a few minutes and I bet when I finally fell asleep, I had a huge grin on my face! Wet Panties The call came on a rainy morning in early December. Nicholas was sitting in his apartment in northeast Portland, looking out the window as he ate his oatmeal and sipped coffee. "Good morning, may I speak to Nicholas Harvin?" "This is he," answered Nicholas. "Hello, this is Theresa Hernandez at Pearson and Porter. We'd like to offer you a consultant position. Could you come in this afternoon?" "Why, yes, I could." Nicholas had looked for work for a good six months before being hired at the consulting firm of Pearson and Porter. He had turned down other offers, having decided to hold out for the right job (with the right compensation.) Pearson and Porter was located downtown, a few blocks from where the Steel Bridge crossed the Willamette river; the job would give him a chance to put all his training to use, and offered substantial opportunities for advancement. The impression he had of the firm was that it was honest and reputable, but unusually strict. There was an agreement to be signed that ran a full seven pages, with a detailed code of conduct. The code contained many items that were common to large firms, including a rule against fraternization among employees. Nicholas signed on without a second thought. After six months of searching, he knew he had found the job he was looking for. Pearson and Porter was housed in a distinguished older building. Nicholas was assigned a handsome oak-paneled office which he shared with two other employees. He set about learning the ropes, determined to make the best possible impression and to chart a course for early promotion. It was about 10 days into his employment with P&P that he first became aware of Pamela. It was apparent from Nicholas' first meeting with her that Pamela was a formidable woman. He was relieved to learn that she worked in a different department and would therefore not be competing with him for promotions. She was clearly a highly capable and professional, and driven, woman. She was also very attractive. Pamela's ethnicity was ambiguous; Nicholas guessed that one of her parents was Asian, possibly Filipino or Indian. He skin tone had a slightly golden, perpetually tanned quality, and she had the long, uncannily glossy black hair that is found among south Asian women. Pamela wore what Nicholas thought of as conservatively stylish suits that made her look simultaneously alluring and unapproachable.Her rimless glasses were elegant. She made quite an impression on him, but he had no intention of pursuing her, because he was intent on currying the favor of his employers and planned to scrupulously adhere to their code of conduct. He was certain that Pamela was working on a similar game plan. Nicholas saw her only occasionally for the first few months, but then one morning the department heads called a special meeting. A professorial gentleman wearing a bow tie, by the name of Mr. Bryce, announced that P&P had assembled an inter-departmental task force to work on a major contract with an important client. There was to be a series of special projects, operating on tight deadlines, and he added that these projects would give the new hires a chance to show what they could do. Suddenly, Nicholas and Pamela were interacting on a daily basis. Nicholas was impressed by her intelligence and professionalism. She seemed to appreciate the facility with which he could grasp the problems in a new assignment, and preferred to work with him. At times he thought she might be checking him out; he was tall, 6'1", with sandy hair that he tucked behind his ears. A lifelong involvement in Portland's cycling subculture had kept him lean and trim. However, if Pamela were looking, it was certainly not overt. All her contacts with Nicholas were strictly professional. At the beginning of the second week, Mr. Bryce, who was managing the task force, announced an emergency project with a 48-hour deadline. Nicholas and Pamela jointly took the lead, exhorting everyone else to action, and they brought the project to completion by 3:00 PM on the second day. Bryce congratulated everyone and thanked them on behalf of the firm. Pamela smiled at Nicholas and told him, "Nice work." He smiled in return, taking note of her well-tailored, dusty rose suit, and an unusual sparkle in her eyes, which he took for pride in their achievement. Nicholas returned to his desk. A few minutes later Pamela came by, smiled again, and pressed something into his hand, then turned to walk away. Nicholas opened his hand and gazed in astonishment at Pamela's panties. They were quite wet. He quickly closed his hand around them, and looked about him to confirm that no one had seen. He became aware that his cock was very hard and straining against his pants. His mind was made dizzy by his surging hormones. He forced himself to think. He wasn't going to jeopardize his job. But on the other hand, he couldn't quite bring himself to ignore this surprising gesture. There was a stretch of hallway just outside the room he shared with the two other employees. His desk was nearest the door. If he rose quickly and turned his back on the others, his hard-on would not be noticed. The hallway to the right led toward the men's room. It passed just one room, where Pamela's desk was situated. Nicholas rose casually and strode down the hall, thankful that he passed no one. He paused at the entrance to Pamela's office. She was alone inside it. She looked up and met his eyes. He kept his face expressionless, but raised his hand slightly to indicate that his hand was still closed around her panties. Then he turned and entered the men's room, which he knew she could see from where she was sitting. Once inside, Nicholas was relieved to find that it was unoccupied. He entered a stall, dropped his trousers to free his aching cock, and sat down. Only then did he once again open his hand to gaze upon the panties. They were emerald green and skimpy, not quite as skimpy as a thong, He raised them to his face and smelled Pamela's scent, before rubbing them against his nose and mouth. He shifted them to his left hand so that he could seize his cock with his right. As he began to slowly stroke himself, he took her panties into his mouth, savoring the taste of her juices. He tried to prolong this as long as he could before his orgasm hit with a force that made him shudder. He sat for a few minutes in silence, composing himself, and then rose, pulling up his pants and tucking the panties carefully into his pocket. Nicholas carefully cleaned the pussy juice from his face with a wet paper towel. He left the men's room and once again met Pamela's eyes as he passed her office. A hint of a smile played about her lips. The following day, the task force was given another special assignment, to be completed by the end of the week. Nicholas and Pamela were teamed up again. Neither of them acknowledged in any way that anything had happened between them. They both concentrated intently on the task at hand. Nicholas, however, could not prevent himself from stealing an occasional glance at her. Her long, shining hair fell almost to her waist. She was about 5'8", but that was because she wore heels. Her real height was probably 5'6". She perhaps seemed taller because of the authority with which she carried herself. Shortly after lunch on Friday, the project was completed. Another round of congratulations were in order. Afterwards, Nicholas returned to his desk, and less than a minute after he sat down, he felt a soft hand upon his shoulder. He looked up to see Pamela, who gave him a prim, professional smile, and handed him another pair of wet panties. His cock was once again galvanized into action. He cast a quick glance around the room, and then rose and headed down the hall. This time Pamela was standing in the doorway to her office. She said nothing, but simply kept her eyes on him during his entire journey to the men's room. Once inside, Nicholas hurried to a stall and locked himself inside. He took his pants down, and while still standing, he opened his hand to inspect his prize. This time the panties were a thong, cobalt blue in color, and they were drenched. With his left hand he pressed them hard against his face, while his right hand seized his cock. Without bothering to sit down, he brought himself quickly to a thunderous climax, spraying his cum all over the wall of the stall. Afterward, he methodically cleaned up the evidence, washed his face, and left the men's room. Pamela was still standing in her doorway, and she gave him a slight but perceptible nod as he passed on the way back to his desk. The following week there was no special project, but Nicholas and Pamela continued to work in regular collaboration. With some effort, both continued as if nothing had happened. But back at Nicholas' apartment, he was wracked with anxiety. He had searched far and wide for the ideal job, and found it. But now it seemed that he was mixed up in something that could jeopardize his plans. Could he count on Pamela to be discreet? She seemed like the consummate professional -- which is what made her audaciously brazen behavior toward him all the more compelling. Without so much as a minute of small talk, she hands him her panties. And who could have imagined that while she was working with such confidence and expertise, she was doing so in a state of high arousal? He couldn't think of that without experiencing an instant erection. During his job search, Nicholas had neglected his love life, and masturbated only on rare occasions. Now he was making up for lost time. At the conclusion of Nicholas' nightly fretting and soul-searching, the two pairs of panties were getting regular use. Sometimes he would savor the blue ones, sometimes the green, and once, in the heat of the moment, he used both, one on his face, the other on his cock. Nicholas woke up on Friday, the 14th, and remembered that it was Valentine's Day. He thought for a moment of Pamela, but then reminded himself of the No Fraternization rule and put the thought out of his mind. Shortly before lunch, Pamela approached him with some spread sheets and said discreetly, "It's Valentine's Day. May I take you to lunch?" Nicholas looked skeptical. "Well, you know the rules," he replied. "Of course," said Pamela, with a smile that was just slightly sardonic. "I'll pick you up at the northwest corner of 4th and Hoyt at ten minutes after 12:00." Against his better judgment, Nicholas agreed. Nicholas walked several blocks through the soggy February weather, opening and closing his umbrella as the rain started and stopped. He arrived at the appointed spot five minutes early, looking around anxiously to see whether any of his fellow employees were around. None were. Right on time, a silver SUV with tinted windows pulled up, with Pamela at the wheel. Nicholas got in. Pamela had removed her suit jacket and was dressed austerely in a creme-colored blouse and dark gray skirt. As soon as Nicholas had closed the door and buckled his seat belt, she pulled out into traffic. "Here," she said, and handed him some scarlet panties, thoroughly wet. "Happy Valentine's Day," she said with a grin. His hand trembling, Nicholas accepted them and pressed them to his face. Pamela watched out of the corner of her eye as she navigated the busy traffic. After a few blocks she turned into a side street, and from there into a private parking structure which seemed deserted. She drove to the second level and parked in a spot which said "reserved." The two of them sat in silence for a moment as their eyes adjusted to the dim light. Then Pamela met Nicholas' eyes and began unbuttoning the front of her skirt. She parted it, moved her hips forward a bit, and then spread her legs to display her cunt. Nicholas looked. She was unshaven, with glossy black hair like that on her head. Her pussy lips were thick and parted. Slowly she reached for his hand and placed it on her crotch. Nicholas drew his fingers slowly up and down along her slit. He heard her moan, almost inaudibly. He slipped a finger inside her and and then pulled it out to bring it toward his mouth. "No," she whispered urgently, "don't stop." He put his hand back on her cunt and began to trace finger circles around her clit. With her left hand, she dipped two fingers inside her pussy and brought them out covered with juice, then reached over to feed them to Nicholas. Nicholas sucked hungrily at her fingers, and began to massage her pussy with greater intensity. "Yes," she said, then again, "yes." Her hips began to move to meet the motions of his fingers. Her breathing was ragged. Then she said, "I'm going to cum," and began to gasp rhythmically until her body tensed up and she moaned, "Ohhhhhhh." She sat for a moment, breathing heavily, then said to Nicholas, "Let's go to the back seat." Nicholas got out of the car and entered the back seat. Pamela followed him around and got in after him. She straddled his lap and kissed him passionately. He felt her weight against his hard cock, pressing it against his belly. As she kissed him she was unbuttoning her blouse, and then she pushed her brassiere down so that her breasts sprang free. She thrust them into Nicholas face. He sucked one plump, dark nipple, and then switched to the other. Then he pulled his mouth again to hers and sucked her tongue, after which he whispered to her, "I need your pussy in my mouth." Pamela grinned sinfully. "Did my panties whet your appetite?" "Yes," said Nicholas. She pushed her right nipple again into his mouth. "Did you have fun in the men's room?" Nicholas sucked eagerly, and then whispered, "Yes, I did. And I had more fun at home." She pulled his face to her other nipple. "How would you like it if I came in your mouth?" Nicholas continued to suck with greater passion. Then he said, "I would love it." Pamela climbed off his lap. "Let's get your pants off," she said. Nicholas took off his shoes, unbuttoned his shirt, and then removed his pants and briefs. Pamela seized his cock and stroked it a few times, as he moaned appreciatively. "Lie down," she said. Nicholas lay on his back, as Pamela stood awkwardly next to the seat to make room for him. Then she straddled his belly, facing his feet. She moved her hips back and forth, and he could feel her sopping wet cunt, smearing her juices on his belly. She must have been limber, because she was able to bend down and take the entire length of Nicholas' cock into her mouth. He cried out in pleasure, and then said, "Watch out, you're going to make me cum." "Oh, really?" she replied, and once again devoured his cock. "Please, let me taste you!" Pamela rubbed her pussy again against his belly, teasing him. "You want me to put my wet cunt on your face?" "Yes, that's what I want. Then I want you to cum." "Well -- since it's Valentine's Day..." Pamela lazily stretched her body out until she was straddling Nicholas' face, and then she slowly lowered her cunt to his mouth. As he growled in satisfaction, she swallowed his cock once more. There was no turning back now for either of them. They settled into a slow, powerful rhythm, thrusting their hips toward each other's hungry faces. Pamela was reveling in the taste and feel of his cock filling her mouth, as Nicholas bathed his face in her juices while French-kissing her clit. Pamela came first, which triggered Nicholas' climax in turn. Afterwards they stayed for some time in the 69 position, still gently sucking and enjoying the taste of each other's orgasms. Eventually Pamela got up and reached into the front seat for some handi-wipes. "We've got to get cleaned up," she said. "Then we've got to get back. I'll drop you back on Hoyt street." "No one can know about this," said Nicholas. "I agree," Pamela replied with a smile. "At least until I become CEO. Then I might relax the rules." * This is a contest entry. If you enjoyed the story, would you be so kind as to give it an awesome vote? Wet Panties Please!! This is my first story. I have plenty more experiences to relate if you want more!! I can't really remember quite how I got interested in women's panties, but for as long as I can remember, I have always taken the opportunity to have a sly look through various dirty laundry baskets and hope amongst hope that somewhere inside would be my treasure trove - a sexy, slinky pair of panties with the unmistakeable aroma and tell tale signs that they had been worn pretty recently. When I was in my late teens, my 'hobby' was restricted to the occasional foray into my aunts basket, hoping to find my cousin Sue's freshly worn panties. I was never interested in my aunts, nor that of any other 'older' women, come to think of it, but the sight of a 19 year old's tiny little panties with a soft gusset and that beautiful smell, would have me pumping into my hand in seconds. My girlfriend loves me to lick her through her panties until she comes on my tongue, then she will take them off, sit astride me and slowly impale herself on my hard cock whilst teasing me by holding the gusset of her soaking wet panties just above my nose. Just before she cums, she will press them onto my nose and mouth so that I can taste and smell her as I unload violently inside her. She loves to masturbate in her panties and put them into my holdall when I go away on business,which is fairly regularly. There is nothing better than opening my bag at the hotel to find a still damp pair of panties in a little see-thru plastic bag, hidden in the inside pocket!! I suppose I should let you know how I met Lisa (my girlfriend). A few years ago, when I was 19, I was living with my sister Vicki, who was 18 at the time. I had gotten into the habit of having a little poke around in Vicki's hamper when she was out at work or shopping or whatever, to see if I could find any decent panties for a spot of afternoon fun. Sometimes I was lucky, sometimes not. As a seasoned pervert, I became very adept at recognising the signs that could lead to the possibility of still damp and warm panties. The obvious one was Vicki having a shower in the morning, before going to work. This invariably never failed to mean that the panties that she had worn overnight were draped over the edge of the hamper. As soon as the front door had clicked shut and I heard her car pulling out of the drive, I would be in the bathroom and whisking the panties back to my bed while I knew they were still warm. Oh heaven!! Now, don't get me wrong, my sister is a beautiful girl and although I would take any opportunity to spy on her undressing, I never thought of doing anything else with her. Her panties however - well that's another story!! Needs is as needs must, as Forrest Gump would say, Vicki's panties were just an easy way of getting what I needed at the time. Now, Vicki had an absolute stunner of a girlfriend called Lisa. I had seen her a couple of times and she was gorgeous. She appeared in my fantasy jerk-off sessions on many occasions. One day, Vicki said that Lisa would be 'stopping over' on a Friday night after they had been out to the night clubs. My mind started going into overtime - if only I could get my hands on a pair of Lisa's panties, the object of my sex crazed desire! The Friday eventually came around, not too soon if you ask me, and I tried to behave as perfectly as possible, you know, making her coffee, general chatting and flirting, telling her she looked stunning when she appeared at the front door ready for the night out etc. She looked good, she smelled good and I was in lust! I knew I had no chance of any panties until the next morning at the earliest and when Vicki said they would be going into town to do some shopping on Saturday morning, I had already hatched my plan. I didn't hear them come in from the club, I was already asleep. I know you are going to say that I should have stayed up and seen if I could have taken advantage of Lisa while she was drunk, but to be honest, I didn't think I would stand a chance with her, so I was just counting on being able to get hold of a pair of her freshly worn panties. In the morning, I heard them getting ready, including having a shower - you know where I'm going with this one, don't you! "Bye!!" I heard them shout from downstairs. "See you in a few hours!" As soon as I heard the front door close, I was straight out of bed and into the bathroom. SHOCK!! No panties anywhere. No, please don't do this to me, I've been thinking about nothing else for 16 hours. Plan B springs into action - into Vicki's bedroom (where Lisa was also staying in the pull-out bed) and have a little hunt around. I looked on the floor by Vicki's bed, and picked up a pair of still damp white panties. I'd seen them before, so I knew they were Vicki's. But no sign of Lisa's anywhere. I spied her small suitcase by the pull-out bed and I lifted the lid. Women always put their worn panties into the 'flap' inside the lid - don't ask me why, but it's something I've learned, and is an invaluable piece of information when you are searching for worn undies!! Anyway, I looked just inside and BINGO!! there they were - a tiny silky black pair. I pulled them out and felt the gusset - soaking wet!! I instantly became rock hard. This was getting to surpass my wildest dreams. I then put them to my nose and inhaled, WOW!!, I almost exploded without even touching myself, the smell was the most beautiful sweet 'womanly' smell I had ever experienced. I knew I had to make myself cum soon, so I laid on Vicki's bed and draped my cock with Vicki's panties. I closed my eyes and pressed Lisa's panties onto my nose and began to slowly rub my cock with Vicki's while sniffing and licking Lisa's. I was in heaven, trying to rub my cock as slowly as I could to delay the explosion that I knew wasn't far away. "See!! I told you he was using my panties to wank with!!" said a familiar voice from the doorway. I looked towards the door and saw Vicki and Lisa standing there looking at me, naked on the bed and draped in wet panties. Why hadn't I made sure they had gone? I tried to cover myself up and mumble some apology, as well as going as red as a beetroot. My world had caved in and worse still, there was Lisa, the object of my desire, staring at me with her panties on my nose. They both entered the room and Lisa had a really strange look on her face. "Lets give him something to wank about then" she said, and started to walk towards me. My cock, which at this point had shrivelled, began to get hard as Lisa put her hands up her skirt and slowly pulled down her panties. "Here, you'll find these are just as wet" she said, and placed them over my nose and rubbed them over my lips. This was unbelievable, and I was in heaven. They were soaking wet and smelled divine - I almost came as soon as she put them to my nose, but I managed to control myself. "Or, what about the real thing?" Lisa said, and with that, she straddled me on the bed and began to inch up my body towards my face. It felt like ages as she soooo slowly got closer and closer until she stopped about one inch from my lips. "Please, Lisa!!" was all I could beg, as I could smell her excitement and see the moisture on her shaven pussy lips. She slowly moved forward and pushed her soaking pussy onto my lips and nose, my tongue immediately licked up her lips and flicked her clit. "Oh my God!!" she moaned, "That's so fucking horny!! I continued to lick and suck her for a few minutes, bringing her almost to orgasm, when she said "I need you inside me!" and scooted backwards down my body and impaled herself on my cock. She found her panties again and pressed them to my nose. I knew I wasn't going to last long. I'd forgotten all about Vicki and I happened to glance to my right to see where she was. She had laid back in the chair, with her legs apart and her hand down her panties, masturbating like crazy. I could see the gusset of her panties was soaking wet, and every now and then I got a glimpse of her shiny, slippery pussy. I looked her in the eye and she just gasped and said "Fuck her hard!" I wasn't really the one doing the fucking - Lisa was forcing herself down onto my cock before pulling all the way up to the top, before pushing all the way down again. She was doing it so slowly, but with such force, it felt like I was being vacuum pumped. She leaned forward and kissed me through her panties which just served to push them further onto my nose. This was all too much for me and as she sat back up, I looked back over to Vicki who had now pulled her panties to one side and was blatantly fingering herself in front of me. I caught her eye and she just gasped "Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck!" and exploded around her fingers. I swear I could see her muscles contracting. Lisa said "I'm gonna explode! Come inside me!!" and she just went into convulsions as I started to pump what seemed like gallons of hot cum deep inside her. She leaned forward again and lay on me, kissing me and saying that she had never, ever, cum like that in her life!! My sister, just said "Now you won't need my panties anymore, looks like you've got a ready supply from now on!!" And she was right! I've had a constant supply from Lisa since that day, and we've been together for nearly four years. I still have the occasional forage in other dirty laundry hampers though!!