**Worn panties chapter 1 – what a cool fragrance**
A new phase of life. I, Paul (23), started my studies after completing my training as a graphic designer. I could not anticipate what to expect. The parties? I had expected that. The pretty fellow students? I had hoped for that. Rampant unrestrained sex? Who does not want this?
So it is hardly surprising that I moved with my “special demands” in a student dorm. I wanted freedom. I wanted to live my life. Of course also sexually. Reinvent myself and get to know myself a little better.
The dorm offers many temptations. Also temptations that I had never encountered before. One day I realized how much the look in the baskets of my classmates excited me. The idea of how their worn panties, strings and lace panties smell. How they feel. Am I perverted? Maybe disgusting? Just because the thought of the intimate aroma of this desirable woman makes for me enormously exciting. Just the thought of her pussy fragance makes me hot. He controls my thoughts – I crave for worn panties!
I catch myself sneaking into the laundry room at night, hoping to find a pair of worn panties. Unfortunately not. Tense, I go back to my room, I can not think of anything else. It is as follows the horny pussy smell of my fellow students until here. To my dreams.
In the morning, I still feel the urge, as a loud laugh in the hall awakens my curiosity. Through the peephole I see Inga. She is wearing a white tight fitting sports shirt and her black shorts that emphasize her butt so horny. Next to her is Maria. Maria – symbol of a curvy Spaniard. And what do I discover to my joy? Laundry baskets filled with dirty clothes – maybe even panties ?.
My room is at the beginning of the corridor. Thanks to the peephole, it is easy for me to find out exactly when the girls want to wash their dirty little panties. Women have the habit of always entering the laundry in groups – so my observation of the following days. Mostly due to lack of washing machines, I expect a laundry basket, which also promises worn underwear.
In an unobserved moment, I sneak down to the laundry room. For camouflage I also have a bag of dirt. Better safe than sorry. I can feel the excitement increasing in me. The desire. I want to indulge in this fragrance. And as hoped, there is a laundry basket in front of the machine – it’s Maria’s laundry basket. I can feel the tingling in my fingers. The impatience that seizes me. I discover a panty, which she probably just moved out shortly before. He is still a little wet. It overcomes me. This smell makes me wild. Rampant. I can not help it. I have to get a hold of me. Now here. I’m in a short time, this fresh pussy air makes me so horny! I want to jerk off then. Take a deep breath of this fragrance. Swipe my tongue over the inside of the panty.
Sometimes I also “borrow” one of my panties. Unfortunately, most of them are not completely dry, but the smell is just awesome. I love their different scents. I fancy that I can smell, whether she was excited when carrying or not. The vaginal secretion then smells very intense. Sometimes I discover that a girl – mostly Inga – bred little brown or yellow stripes in her panties. So there is always something new to discover. I dare and put on the panties myself. I love to sit next to the woman in the lecture. She is so unaware. How close we really are at this moment.
I know that it can be bad for me if I follow this desire, but my lust wins in the moment when I see the worn panties. The biggest kick is that none of my classmates know that I know how they smell down there and some of them taste good. I find it exciting to smell the fragance of my fellow students while I cum, the worn panties has its own pussy air. Each of my fellow students has their very own music. And if I may smell this or the last orgasm traces of the evening may try – very exciting. And maybe she turns it on herself if she knows?
Is my preference disgusting? I know all too well that my ex-girlfriends always put on my t-shirts because they smelled so good. We men are just more on the smell of a nice wet pussy. After all, we also smell that pungent smell when we lick a woman. Who can find that disgusting? Nobody who should know the taste of a woman between her legs.
I Paul gets horny when I smell the worn knickers of my fellow students.
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