Dirty Knickers

I love sniffing woman’s dirty knickers. It started when I was a kid and used to play with a local girl, which involved wrestling each other; on one occasion, she had me pinned to the ground, and my head went under her skirt. For a moment, her panty covered pussy pout was on my face, and the smell was glorious. Every time we play wrestled in the future, I always made sure my head would end up her skirt, and I would smell that addictive musky smell of a girl's most intimate place.

Not long after, I found a pair of my teen sister’s soiled knickers in the bathroom and for the first time enjoyed the wonderful smell of females hormones and love secretions. I managed to divorce the fact that these were my sisters and just focused on that addictive smell. I then started actively looking for dirty knickers, and my next pair were a real surprise. I found a very sexy pair in the laundry, which I knew belong to my mother. I never actually fancied my mum, but she was an extraordinarily attractive woman. Smelling a full-grown lady soiled knickers was a whole different experience. My friend and sister’s did have a strong urine smells; however, mum’s were just pure hormones and sex. I masturbated, smelling that incredible aroma and had a very intense orgasm. Although I knew it was wrong, I continued sniffing my mum’s and occasionally my sister's underwear for years.

My first non-family pair belonged to my sister's friend Fran. I adored Fran; she was beautiful, sexy and at fifteen, seemed so mature and sophisticated. I was twelve at the time, and this Goddess was my first love. She was always nice to me because I was her best friends brother. For my sister’s sixteenth birthday, my parents took us all to a theme park for the day, including Fran, who was also having a sleepover as part of the treat. We all had a great time, and I loved having Fran with us. One of the rides involved being shot virtually up into the air; however, I was too short to go on it, so I had to wait on the ground. My sister and Fran sat together, and as they were catapulted up, Fran’s short denim skirt blew up, and I saw her red panties. Instant erection and the best news was when the ride descended, her skirt was still up, exposing her bright red thong! The day was due to conclude with a family meal at a local restaurant; however, I felt unwell and had to stay home with my grandmother. My sister and Fran changed for dinner, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the tight white dress Fran was wearing; my heart skipped a second beat when she sat on the settee, and I got a third view of her underwear that day! She was though wearing white knickers to match the dress, which meant that the red thong was somewhere in the house!!!

When my family left for the restaurant, I told my gran I was lying down in my room and immediately went to my sisters' bedroom. Fran’s pink suitcase was on my sister's bed, and I was in it in a flash. It took me a couple of minutes to locate the red thong. I held it up like a boxer holds up the prize belt he’d just won. The gusset on this treasure was very wet with Frans pussy juice. The smell was intoxicating, and the internal enjoyment barrier I had when sniffing family members was gone. I took them to my room and, over the next hour, sniffed and wanked, then wanked and sniffed. No idea how many times I came, but my dick was getting sore.

I managed to get them back in the case not long before my family and Fran returned. My mum popped into my bedroom to check on me and commented that I looked pretty ill and drained, which was probably a result of zinc deficiency due to all the spunk I’d produced that night.

I woke up with a massive erection during the night and was desperate to smell Fran’s thong again; however, I couldn’t risk going into my sister's room. I searched the bathroom laundry basket and found my mother’s still warm lacy black panties with a white secretion of pussy matter in them.

I had a strange experience that night, and I suppose I became sexually aware for the first time. Although I loved sniffing knickers, up to this point I just enjoyed the smell. When I was sniffing my Mum’s in bed that night, which had a powerful scent in them, I suddenly thought of my mother's first husband? She had married her childhood sweetheart in her teens, but it hadn’t worked out, and they divorced not long after. As I was sniffing her soiled knickers, it dawned on me that a man’s cock had been in the pussy I was smelling. I couldn’t think about my dad’s dick as that was gross; however, her first husband cock had been in the pussy I was smelling? So I sniffed and thought about my mother being fucked by her first husband and having a man cum in her pussy. I came again and again!!

Not long after I actually saw my mother’s pussy. For some unknown reason, she kept the toilet rolls in her bedroom cupboard. As we had three toilets in the house there was usually at least two with sufficient toilet roll should one run out. However, this one night there wasn’t any and I had a dodgy tummy. I sneaked into my parent's bedroom to go to the cupboard; it was summer and my mum just had a t-shirt on but no knickers. She had a perfectly smooth pussy with a landing strip of black hair. I liked thinking about her pussy when I smelt her knickers in the future, and of course her first husband’s cock sliding in and out of it.

Over the years, I have sniffed hundreds of pairs of dirty knickers, including the women I have slept with; Fran, though, was always a particular favourite. I would take every sleepover opportunity to steal her knickers to have a wank fest with them. I did have a one night stand with her in my twenties, which was a fantastic drunken night of passionate sex. She probably wondered why I spent a good half an hour with my head buried between her legs as I savoured the source of all those delicious smells I’d enjoyed over the years. Fran grew into a stunning sexy leggy blonde; her pussy, though, was a real surprise. It was huge with large elongated labia and the most giant clit I’d ever seen. Although she had pretty small tits, she had the most prominent coned shaped nipples I’d ever seen on a woman. The following day she was desperate that I didn’t tell my sister what had happened; I agreed not to tell. As I was leaving her flat though, I did nip into her bedroom and nicked her dirty knickers from the night before as I memento. I still have them 