Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2016 17:04:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Samantha's Fetish, (Lesbian/Adult Youth, Panty Fetish, oral, f/Ff Adult Youth, pantie Fetish, oral f/Ff This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending it to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2016 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Samantha's Fetish By Jan I must admit that I am rather shy. I think I'm like a lot of girls. As soon as I reach puberty I started thinking about sex, but in my case my fantasies they were not about the hunky men, I was hot over the sight of women. I started masturbating soon after I had my first period. Mother had told me beforehand all about my reproductive system, so I didn't panic when I found traces of blood in my panties for the first time. The smell of my panties stimulated me, and I developed a habit of digitally masturbating myself while sniffing the crotch of my used panties and occasionally got hold of my mother's soiled panties, secreted from the laundry hamper. I loved sniffing the crotch of panties that smelled of pussy with a trace of urine and the rich aroma of the brown residue on the back of the panties. Eventually I discovered how to find lesbian porn on my laptop. I never had the nerve to actually seek out another female to have sex with. Shortly after my sixteenth birthday I had a naughty idea about how I could find a female, hopefully a mature woman that shared my fascination for soiled panties. I bought three sets of sexy white panties with a little money I had stashed in a book. I washed them carefully to get rid of the new smell and make them softer. I had selected white to insure no one would mistake what the obvious stains were. Then I wore each of them for a week without washing my crotch to increase they smelled of my cunt. I didn't wipe my crotch after masturbating to insure that they would have the strong aroma pussy juices. I also made sure there was a trace of my urine in them. I also made sure that there was a brown hash mark in the seat of my panties. Then I composed a note for each of them on a 3X5 card. The cards read, "If you like the smell of these panties you can contact me at my e-mail address. I added my address to the card and stapled the cards into the waist of the panties. My next thing to do was leave them public women's restrooms. I left one pair of panties in a restroom of the local mall. The second pair was placed in the restroom was the local YWCA. The third pare I placed in the changing room of the mall's Victoria's Secret. I left the mall wondering if anyone would send me a message. I was nervous about how long I should wait before opening my e-mail. I waited until I normally retreated to my room to do homework. I sat on my bed cross legged and opened my laptop. There were several messages in my in-box. Most were junk mail that I deleted without opening, but there was one message with an intriguing address and title. annaf1492@yahoo.com and subject line said Sweet Smell. My panties were already wet. I opened it and read the message, and ready the message. The message read, "My name is Anna, and I wanted to tell you how much I loved the scent you left in the panties. I got off smelling your pantie, and they remind me of the smell of my teenage daughter's soiled panties. Let me know I you care to share some more sweet smells." I was so excited my hands were shaking. I wanted to respond right away, but I didn't have an idea what I should say. I sat back against my pillows and tried to come up with a response, but I was stumped. I pulled my skirt up and pulled the panties I was wearing aside and masturbated until I had an orgasm. When my plus returned to normal I faced the computer again. I added her address to my friends list and started to compose a reply. "Hi Anna I do enjoy masturbating to the smell of soiled panties. I have longed for a partner that shared my fetish. If you like, we might meet someday to get to know each other, and maybe even smell the source of our desires." After I sent the message I wondered how long it would take her to respond. In the mean time I figured I might as well do some homework. I left my webpage open in the background. It would ping me when a message came in. It was only about forty-five minutes before there was a ping. When I opened it Anna said, "I would be thrilled to meet you someplace for coffee. I'm a 40-year-old housewife, and have a 14-year-old daughter. As I mentioned before I love to smell the crotch of her panties before putting them in the washing machine." We exchanged more messages to learn more about each other. When I asked where she found my panties she told me she had found the panties in the bathroom stall of the YWCA. I must have entered the stall shortly after you left them because they were still warm. We even exchanged videos so that we would know what each other looked like. Anna's video message was the picture of a comfortable looking mother type with dirty blonde hair. I would guess that she was a size 14 dress. She told me that she assumed that I was young based on the size of my hip hugger panties, but she had no idea that I was almost her daughter's age. Just the same we agreed to meet at the Starbucks near the YWCA one afternoon. I took the bus into town and made my way to the Starbucks. As soon as I entered as I made my way to the counter I scanned the room looking for Anna. Not seeing her I had a sinking feeling that she might not show up. I bought a Caffe Latte Grande and made my way to a table for two in a location where I would have a clear view of people entering the establishment. I was getting increasingly nervous with each passing minute. I was checking my watch so often it felt like the hands on the watch were almost standing still. I hadn't been sitting more than ten minutes, but it felt like a lifetime. I recognized Anna the moment she came through the door. I waved at her to get her attention. She came directly to my table and we greeted each other, and she asked me if she could get me anything. I assured her that I had plenty of coffee. She went to the counter and ordered a coffee of her preference and returned to my table to sit across from me. She flattered me for my good looks and I assured her that I found her to be the kind of a woman I was hoping would contact me. We discussed our families and even discussed our fascination for the aroma of moist warm panties. I admitted that to that date I had only masturbated while smelling the soiled panties of mine and my mother's panties, without her knowledge. Anna asked me, "Would you like to accompany me to the home of a trusted friend that allowed me to use her home for this afternoon, so that I can keep my daughter from finding out that I love the smell soiled panties." I took hold of her hand and squeezed it. We made our way to the parking lot and she led me to her car. It was a typical housewife's type of car, a white Toyota SUV. As soon as the car was moving she asked me to remove my panties. When I slipped my panties out from under my butt and handed them to her, she wrapped the crotch around her finger and held them to her nose, while she drove with on hand. I couldn't resist reaching over and slipping my left hand under her dress to stroke the warm crotch of her panties. Every now and then I would withdraw my hand and smell my fingers. It didn't take long to arrive at her destination. She took the time to show me the apartment of her friend. It looked clean and as normal as any furnished apartment, until we entered the bedroom. Over the bed was an oil painting of a nude dark haired young woman. It was a three quarter view, so you didn't see her crotch but you got a good look at one tit and an almost profile of her face. The dresser had a few framed photographs of women. A couple of the photographs had naked breasts exposed. It was obvious that her friend was a lesbian that was comfortable with her lifestyle. Anna took me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth. I was barely five feet tall, so she towered over me. She had to bend over to kiss me, and she was stronger than me. She could have overpowered me if she chose to do so. Of course I offered no resistance. I even helped her remove my clothes. I was only wearing a new and baby blue polo shirt without a bra and a short denim jean style skirt. My blue rayon panties were still in her hand, I was quickly naked except for the pumps I was wearing. I started helping her get undressed. It felt like I was undressing my own mother. She had a comfortably plump figure. She had obviously dressed to please me. Her dress was in good taste and appropriate for a woman her age. Anyone seeing us together would have assumed we were mother and daughter simple shopping. When we removed her dress she was wearing matching panties and brassiere. The bra lifted her breasts and allowed them to move with her motion, and the panties covered her butt but they were so thin that the dark shadow of her pubic hair showed through. When we removed her panties she handed them to me, so that I could smell the warm crotch and streaked seat. They contained a strong aroma of her pussy juice and urine, and the seat had that brown stain that smelled of her waist. After I discarded her panties I wanted to taste her body as soon as possible. We got on the bed and hugged and kissed before I just had to take one of her nipples into my mouth. I relished the warm taste of her flesh. I squeezed the other tit while sucking on her nipple. My desire to smell and taste her pussy was more than I could resist. I started licking a trail down the middle of her body stopping long enough to drill my tongue into her navel. Anna rested her hand on top of my head and stroked my hair as I continued my trip down to her pubic bush. It is impossible to describe the desire I felt at that moment. My nose was filled with the humid and mushy smell of her pussy. I could taste the familiar salty and ammonia smell of the traces of her urine clinging to her hair and flesh. I licked her hair on my way to find her clitoris. When I found it I sucked on it like a nipple. I knew I was pleasing her by the sounds she was making. Anna was making moaning sounds between outbursts of profane words of encouragement. "Eat my pussy BABY! Suck on my clit harder you little bitch!" I have no idea how long I sucked her cunt before she cried out, "I'M CUMMIMG!" There was that pause while we hugged and kissed. I would have been embarrassed knowing that my face and mouth tasted like her pussy if I didn't know how much she shared my fetish for the smell of cunt. When she was ready she started making love to me. She turned me over onto my back before she started making love to me. She started licking and slobbering all over my little B cupped breasts. It was so exciting, and I felt like my pussy was dripping. I was beginning to beg her to eat my pussy. She deliberately tortured me until I was crying while pleading for her to eat my pussy. She eventually relented and went down on me. She hovered over me long enough to give me a long tongue kiss. I could smell and taste my own pussy juices. The kiss lasted long enough to deprive me of air. When she released me I gasped for air, and didn't resist when she rolled me over and pulled me to my knees. I didn't know what she had in mind until I she spread the cheeks of my ass. She blew air against my puckered asshole. I felt her cheeks press against the cheeks of my ass and her tongue wiped my ass. She even stuck her nose against my asshole. I could tell by the sound of her breathing that she was enjoying smelling my asshole. I even had another orgasm, before she laced our legs so that she could rub her pussy against mine in a manner of fucking. She did that to until she had an orgasm. When I recovered I rolled over and started kissing her while feeling her soft breasts. I couldn't resist moving down so that I could take her nipples into my mouth and sucking on them like a baby. She allowed me to nurse until I made both nipples hurt, then she placed her hands on my shoulders and pressed downward without actually telling me what she wanted me to do. Of course I knew what she wanted, so I moved my body to the foot of the bed between her legs. I had never been that close to a pussy before. It was exciting to smell the moist fragrance of her hairy pussy. I used my hands to spread her lips open so that I could get a good look at the inside of a vagina. I could tell that our clits were very much a like, but I had never seen the hole where urine came out of before, or what the inside of a vagina looked like. I rubbed my noise in her vagina and licked her pussy before taking her clit into my mouth and I sucked on her clit with my nose buried in her pubic hair until she cried out that she was cumming. When we were finished making love we got dressed and she drove me home. We made arrangements to meet at the home of her friend several times and made love to each other and even exchanged panties so that we could smell each other while masturbating. She eventually got an idea that since her daughter and I the same age, or birthdays are only two months apart that she could introduce us, and if we became friends we would have more opportunities to make love to each other. I was willing to do anything to be able to make love to her more often. Anna told her daughter that she had met a girl at Starbucks that she might even know because we were in the same school. Her daughter agreed to meet me and Anna brought me home to introduce us to each other. When I saw her daughter I was amazed because we actually had a couple of classes together. I would have never suspected that they were related. Anna told her daughter that my name was Samantha Jones, and she told me that her daughter's name was Angie Nappie. It turned out that Anna used her maiden name, and Angie used her father's name. I would have never suspected that they were mother and daughter because they didn't look anything alike. Angie looked more like an Italia, dark hair, brown eyes, and her completion was an olive hue. I liked her right away. We started talking about school and discovered we had similar taste in movies and music. We got along fine Anna brought the two of to my home to meet my parents. She got along fine with my mother and my mother was comfortable with allowing me to spend a lot of time at Angie's home and even sleepovers. When I was at their home Anna and I would kiss and feel each other up when we were in the same room without Angie. When I would sleepover with Angie I would wait until Angie was asleep before slipping out of bed to join her mother in her bed. When Angie would spend a weekend visiting her grandparents I would tell my mother that I wanted to visit Angie. On those occasions Anna and I could get down and dirty. A lot of times when we wanted to get together Anna would make arrangements to use the home of her lesbian friend. She would tell Angie that she was going out with one of her friends. One evening when Anna and I had the use of her friend's home we had spent several hours making love. We had sucked tits ate pussies and even rimmed each other's assholes. I enjoyed being dominated by Anna like I was her child, so I was thrilled when Anna placed me on my back and mounted my body. She squatted over my head and sit on my face. She fucked my face while I stuck out my tongue. She was still sitting my face when her friend got home from a date and opened the door. We were so engrossed in me rimming her ass that we didn't hear her enter the house. I was so busy licking Anna's asshole that I didn't even notice that someone had entering the bedroom. Anna simply said, "Welcome home Robbie! This is the girl I have been telling you about. Her name is Samantha!" At that moment I was so embarrassed I could had die! Here I was on my back with a full figured woman old enough to be my mother sitting on my face. I was looking up at the other woman upside down. She was obviously a butch lesbian. Her hair was cut like a man's and combed back in the style of the 1950's pompadour. The shirt she was wearing was a man's linen dress shirt, and she was wearing man's jeans. Anna dismounted and pulled me to a sitting position to make the introductions. I was embarrassed sitting there naked with in the presence of a stranger. Especially with my face covered with pussy juice all over my face. Robbie said, "It is obvious what you see in this sweetheart of a girl!" With that said she sat on the bed next to me and kissed me on the mouth. Anna sat on the other side of me and the two of them started feeling me up and covering my body in wet kisses. While Anna was hugging me and masturbating me, Robbie took the opportunity to get undressed. Under her clothes she had strapped down nicely shaped breasts and she was wearing a realistic strap-on dildo. This time Anna laid me on my tummy and pulled my head between her legs, so that I was eating her hairy pussy. Ronnie pulled my body up so that I was on my knees and she mounted me doggie style and fucked my pussy with her dildo. I was a sweating mess by the time Anna and I had an orgasm. Robbie removed the strap-0n and pulled my around and sat on my face. She tasted like Anna but there was also the taste of that synthetic rubber dildo because the base of the dildo had been rubbing against her cunt while she had been fucking me. They insisted on me bathing before getting dressed before Anna took me home. I was quiet on the ride home because I was unnerved by the fact that I had enjoyed having sex with two adult women. By morning I had come to realize I was thrilled to accept that I was a lesbian. It was inevitable that Angie would figure out her mother's and my true relationship. One evening when I was staying at their house and Angie and I were in bed together, and she said, "Why does my mother love you and not me?" I was stunned by her statement, "your mother loves you Angie! What make you think she doesn't love you?" I know that the two of you are having sex with each other, so why doesn't she love me that way too?" "Your mother and I discovered that we share the same fetish. We like the smell of soiled women's panties and that led to us making love to each other." Angie said, "I've known for years that she has been smelling the crotch of my panties before washing them. I deliberately masturbate in them and stuff them into my pussy, because I know she smells them." After I thought about it for a short time I started feeling her up and kissing her. I masturbated her until she had an orgasm. While she was still in a relaxed state I pulled her out of bed and led her to Anna's bedroom. Anna was expecting me to come to her and was lying on her bed in the nude. When she saw that I had Angie in tow, she tried to cover her body with the sheet. "Don't bother Anna, she knows about us, and she feels that she shouldn't be left out!" Anna lay there stunned to find out her daughter knew what we had been doing all along. Angie and I piled onto the bed and there was a lot of emotion as Angie told her mother that she had known about her smelling her panties for years. There was a lot of tears shed all round. Then there was mutual hugging and kissing before Angie found out what it was like to have her mother sit on her face. From that night on the three of us were almost inseparable. Of course eventually I had to confess to my parents that I was a lesbian. My father was furious for days and mother did a lot of crying and hand wringing but they eventually accepted Anna and Angie like family members. I embraced the name Sam and became a dyke. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.