1. 3 Short Sex Stories, that make me Wet.


    Date: 1/10/2017, Categories: Fetish, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: MarieL, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    1.The Cardboard Box of Knickers There was a cardboard box to the left of the entrance, and my mother nodded at its existence. I pulled the top flap open and saw immediately that there were many pairs of schoolgirl's panties, all had writing on them, mostly their names with dates, Elisabeth, Victoria, Veronica, and so on, some showed signs of soiling on the gusset, like mine felt, as it was hard to hide your emotions, especially as your body could not hide the fact you were sexually aroused. He stood beside my mother and watched as I lifted my skirt to expose all my legs to him, my knees shook, as a strange man looking at me in such a manner and about what I was doing as he watched, the tight elastic of my knickers made them roll down my long thighs, until they reached my knees, and then just fell freely to my ankles, lying on top of my black brogues and white ankle socks, their whiteness helped to clarify the darker staining of my vaginal secretions on the gusset of my panties. I stood as he stared down at the delicate pair of frivolous femininity, 'She is clearly in need of a fuck', he said to my mother, who was also looking down at my undergarment, so exposed and open to view, 'Make sure her full name and date are written in her hand', he said, and I took it as a signal to bent down and step out of my last protective layer of cotton, pick them up, and hand them to him. I stood with my skirt high, my bare pubis, devoid of any hair, showed a slight swelling as my clitoris ...
    was erect, the hall lamp beside the small table, illuminated the sheen along the length of my vagina, the velvety warmth, that only a young girls vagina can demonstrate, was his for the taking, and I watched, mesmerized, as he held my panties under his nose and like a connoisseur of girls cunt's, 'She is still, warm', and I could see my panties were in contact with his nose, and as he withdrew them, there was a line of dew-like thread, like a spiders web, connecting the cotton gusset to his nose, the web, the product of my internal cunts lubrication, it broke and lay across his lips, a moment later, his tongue drew it into his mouth like nectar, 'Virgins are so sweet', he said salaciously, mother smiled, and I could feel my cunt and my anus tighten, his cock was bulging, as I prepared myself to be penetrated. He threw my knickers to me and I opened them up and patted them flat, took up the pen and wrote my full birth name, age and date of birth, signed and dated the surrender of my panties, 'Put them into the box along with all the other little cunts, I have had', and I did as I was told, noting as I did so, there were many, many, pairs from deflowered spirits, and I wondered who these girls were, as my eyes traced the outlines of their knickers piled atop of others, and the array of colours, that dazzled ones eyes, and helped to protected so many hymens, now discarded like trophies, having failed, but now reminding the men whose cocks pleasured those tiny tight cunts, and ...
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