1. My First Fetish


    Date: 10/9/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Lactation, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Author: oldsteve, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    MY FIRST FETISH: PANTIES & BRAS This story arrived, unbidden into my brain, while continuing to write another story, but it seemed destined to become its own Fantasy…. The first part is extracted from my other story, Samantha, and then develops on its own…. Part 1 I turned on the light, changed clothes to ‘home’ shorts, put my clothes in the washing basket – and noticed a new set of bra and panties thrown in the basket for ‘gentle’ wash cycle, but these were not my wife’s, which I well knew from washing them all the time. Out of curiosity, I picked them up, nice pink colour, a clear patch over where a nipple would be, quite sexy: not my wife’s 34C, these were 36D, so I guessed Tu’s – seems I was meant to wash them also! The panties were of a set, a thong-style, with a strong perfume from the gusset as I held them up, my nose sniffing the air. My cock lurched, and more, as I unhesitatingly brought them closer, the musk of her crotch overpowering any rational restraint, and I pressed them to my face, breathing in great whiffs of her body and her cunt’s smells. My pheromones were stimulated like never before, and my cock began leaking pre-cum and my balls were telling me they were going to blow! I yanked my shorts off and ejaculated with Tu’s panties wrapped around the head of my cock, groaning with the expulsion of built-up semen, too much for her small panties and I reached down for her bra and finished off into her cup, moaning as my cock began to ooze its last, and my mind ...
    wavered about with no discernible sense of what had happened. I stumbled pulling my shorts up, after wiping the last dribbles with her other bra cup, and managed to get a can of beer from the fridge and make it to my chair to lie down, my mind confused, but my cock relieved. Was this now to be a Fetish – getting off from smelling women’s used panties, or only Tu’s particular ones? I went back to the washing basket and picked up my wife’s panties and smelled them – no, hers didn’t hit me like a speeding train as Tu’s had: question partially answered. It was, of course, a safer practice than fucking lots of young women I came into contact with, and devoid of emotional entanglements or romantic consequences But at the thought of ‘no fucking’, my cock jerked to life, as if to remind me that fucking was what it did best, and it didn’t want to retire from that activity, even if my balls were satisfied to unload into panties. I laughed at myself: ‘I am going crazy, all alone.’ I went back to the washing basket and loaded the underwear and a few other items into the washing machine, added the powder and softener and set it going. While it was filling to a low-level wash, I cleaned my teeth, put my beer away, and then waited a few minutes until the wash started, and lifted the lid to let everything soak overnight. And took my shorts off, turned the light off and lay down on my mattress to sleep. Stirring, not waking, I found a mouth on mine and tongue inside, and a hand on my cock. ...
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