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By Tyador Borlu
Finding, looking at, smelling, licking and wanking over Sylvie’s panties.
I carefully opened Sylvie’s holdall and surveyed the neatly arranged clothes within it. Almost reverently I moved the top layer of garments aside and, sure enough, neatly folded beneath a pair of jeans were a pair of pale blue panties. I took hold of them and lifted them out of the bag taking a careful note, for later replacement, of exactly how they had been folded. I brought the small folded garment up to my nose and inhaled deeply. I could smell the sweet freshness of the detergent Sylvie used to wash her clothes and, just faintly, I could discern something more; something of Sylvie herself.
I unfolded the small garment delighting in the sight of the lacy edging at the waistband and leg-holes and enraptured by the delicate, dark-blue bow at the midpoint of the waistband at the front of the panties. Holding the panties slightly open I was able to look down inside them to the narrow gusset – the part of the garment that cupped and covered Sylvie’s lovely vulva throughout the long day. I imagined the soft material gently, but reasonably tightly, holding the plumpness of her labia together as she went about her business. I wondered whether Sylvie’s inner labia protruded from between her outer labia and were thus pressed intimately against the soft material – perhaps turned back against the plumpness of the lips of her slit. I could see a pale, delightfully delineated stain bisecting the gusset of her knickers. It was a narrow band, whitish-yellowy in colour – some dried pee I surmised, which widened into a creamier coloured disc about a centimetre in diameter towards the rear of the gusset. This part of the stain, I felt sure, was the result of some secretion direct from Sylvie’s vagina.
Turning the panties inside out I laid the inverted gusset across the fingers of my left hand and then brought it up to my nose and inhaled slowly and deeply. Now I could smell Sylvie and my erection swelled and stiffened considerably as my nose filled with the scent of her urine. I moved the gusset until the creamy coloured disc of dried secretion was beneath my nose and then inhaled once more. Closing my eyes to better savour the scent I filled myself with the musky, erotically sensational, smell of Sylvie’s cunt. Oh how I longed to Lick Sylvie’s cunt in that moment. I spent a few moments just breathing in the scent of Sylvie’s vaginal secretions imagining her bent over in front of me with her panties around her knees as I slowly licked her from one end of her slit to the other.
I imagined myself kissing the pucker of her anus with its strong, almost meaty, smell and then poking my tongue up into the darkly pink intimacy of her slickly wet cunt. Kissing and licking her tiny urethra would reward me with the sharp tang of her pee and I would lick hungrily at the creases and folds around that little hole to get all the taste of her piss that I could lay my tongue upon. Then, sliding my tongue down to where her inner labia became one at the knurled and protruding delight of her clitoral hood I would concentrate all my efforts at taking Sylvie on the journey to her orgasm. With my nose full of her smell and my mouth filled with her taste I would lick her clitoris until, mewling and grunting with pleasure, she lost herself in the jerking, spasming pleasure of orgasm when a slick tide of slippery wetness issuing from the darkly-pink, ragged perfection of her pulsing cunt would coat my nose and mouth. I would watch in erotic delight as her vulva throbbed with her orgasmic pleasure and then, of course, I would fuck her.
Opening my eyes I shuddered involuntarily at the thought of fucking Sylvie and then I moved the gusset of her panties away a little. I gazed for a few moments at the stains her most intimate parts had deposited on the soft material of her knickers and then I bent forward once more and licked the gusset. The taste of her dried pee was bitter and slightly fizzy on my tongue and I licked the length of that narrow stain hungrily drawing every bit of that taste into my mouth and swallowing it down. In the end I took the material into my mouth and sucked at the wetted material getting every drop of her dried piss into myself. Then I moved my attention to the stain from Sylvie’s cunt. It was a richer, fuller taste and it filled me with a mad desire for sex. It tasted of Sylvie’s cunt I felt sure. The taste was redolent of all the cunts I had had the good fortune to lick over the years; completely female in its musky, slightly yeasty taste and its viscous, almost cloying intensity. I licked and nibbled and sucked at Sylvie’s knickers until there was no taste left to extract from the wet material.
By this point I was desperate to cum and, pushing my trousers and boxer shorts down I took myself in hand and began to masturbate as I sucked and sucked at the gusset of Sylvie’s panties. With my eyes closed I conjured the image of myself fucking Sylvie from behind. Her cunt was delightfully tight and wonderfully slippery and wet and in a very short time, as my orgasm began to blossom, I removed Sylvie’s panties from my mouth and held them with the gusset open at the end of my cock. I wanked myself faster and faster as I fantasised about the textured, tight perfection of Sylvie’s cunt enveloping me as I fucked her with long, rapid thrusts with our bodies slapping together loudly at the end of each stroke. Then, at last, unable to hold myself in check any longer I gave in to the desire to cum and, with a groan of pure, animal delight, I ejaculated, cumming copiously and repeatedly into the gusset of Sylvie’s panties until I was spent and that narrow, wet strip of material was pendulous with the weight of my semen.
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By Tyador Borlu
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