Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 08:29:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Will Anderson Subject: Will's Jack Off Journal #12 Chapter 12 - The Cutest Girl in Class I recall the cutest girl in my 8th grade class - Betty Allen (she had huge brown eyes and a face that made her the envy of every other girl). I had a bit of a crush on her, but then so did every other boy in the 8th grade. One day she and a whole bunch of girls were walking home from school and I happened to join them. I think we were all in the same grade (let's see, that's about 13). In those days, all the girls wore dresses or skirts to school, and the boys spared no effort to catch a glimpse up their skirts or shorts and see their underpants, when they got careless and didn't keep their knees together. We always debated what color they might be....most seemed to be white. I remember clearly that Betty and I were horsing around next to a yard with a front lawn that had a gradual rise up from the sidewalk, and we were playfully pushing each other, like awkward 13 year olds will do, and she lost her balance and fell backwards and sat down on the little hill, her legs apart. The rest of her girlfriends giggled as we all saw up her dress to the narrow crotch panel of her light blue underpants. Betty was rather embarrssed, but managed to collect herself while the other girls pretended not to notice that her panties were showing....but I sure did. Hell, I still remember it to this day. The very next day, Betty had a birthday party at her house, and I recall her mother asking me to go down to the basement for something, and in doing so I noticed wash drying on clotheslines all along one side. Dryers were't so prevalent then. I made a beeline to the inside wall found the "motherload" - a dozen or so of Betty's panties hanging there in a row - all in assorted colors. There was also unwashed, dirty laundry in a basket next to the washer awaiting the next load. On the top of the basket pile I spotted what must have been the light blue panties I'd seen up her dress the day earlier. They were Carter brand cotton "Spanky Pants", which were quite popular with the younger girls back then. I picked up the panties and went into a basement bathroom, sat on the toilet, and inhaled the strong scent of Betty Allen's most intimate parts. I was bursting with the urge to masturbate, but didn't have time to do it. So I put on Betty's fresh unwashed cotton underpants, placing my own underpants in my pocket. I was a small, skinny kid back then, so they fit perfectly. Then I retrieved what I'd been sent for, but before going back up I, again, checked out Betty's panties on the clothesline. I noticed that most still had that same faint, yet visible cunt stains in the crotch between the front and back seams where her cunt must have rubbed and leaked over time. Apparently the washing machine didn't get the stains all out. For the rest of the party I couldn't look at Betty without getting a hardon under her panties, knowing that the same panties I seen her wearing a few days before were now rubbing tight up against my cock and balls, with her wonderful-smelling, slit-shaped cunt crust still in them. When I got home I immediately locked myself in the bathroom, put Betty's panties to my face and tongue, and masturbated, imagining I had her spread eagle on her bed, and was pulling down her underpants before I entered her virgin pussy with my hard virgin penis. And for years after, I jacked off with those light blue panties (never washed them - why ruin a good thing) always fantasizing about reaching up Betty's dress, and fingering her cunt and asshole under her underpants before we had sex. After that, I managed to collect many other panties from other girls in school and in the neighborhood in a similar way, and knew exactly what kind of underwear most of the girls in the neighborhood wore. The best ones were the unwashed panties that still had the vaginal discharge crust and smell of the girl's urine, and sometimes even shit stains in them and, better yet, blood stains from a surprise period leaking into the crotch panel. I could tell you how well every girl in our class wiped her cunt and asshole by how crusted or shit-stained her underpants were. I became "the" foremost authority. I'd love to hear about your grade school panty raids. You must have taken advantage of the situation when it presented itself?