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- Evil Thoughts and Deeds -
Bi-Sexual Male / 43

Dawn's Perfect Pussy

ickers Twenty-five years ago, in my teens, I worked in a company with an 18-year-old girl called Dawn. She was just the most lovely girl in the world, kind, considerate and just a joy to work with. She looked a little like a younger, shorter version of Princess Diana. I was smitten with her but at the time engaged to my now wife. I used to fantasise about Dawn all the time, and sometimes when I was fucking my fiancé, I’d imagine it was Dawn. She was just so petite, feminine and delicate; I’m pretty sure part of me was either in love or in lust with her. She always wore very professional business suits, white blouses, summer dresses and looked stunning at work.

Unfortunately, this lovely lady had one disability that had caused her some terrible times over the years. Dawn occasionally suffered from Epileptic fits; I always thought it so unfair that such a wonderful, young, beautiful, caring girl had such a terrible affliction. I had seen her have a couple of these, and my heart ached for her. Everyone in the office knew what to do when these seizures happened. The guidance was to make sure she was comfortable on the floor in the recovery position and put a cushion or two under her. If she didn’t come around within ten minutes, ring an ambulance. Also, we were to keep people from crowding around her. As Dawn and I were both juniors at the time, I stayed with her when she had these fits and made sure nobody else in the office came near her.

Once a year, we had to do a full audit which meant spending loads of time in the basement where all the records were kept. I didn’t mind too much as I got to spend virtually all of the week with Dawn as we pulled out all the required documents for the auditors. We got on well, and I sometimes wondered if I should tell her how I felt about her. I never did as I was in love with my fiancé too. Dawn had a fit during the week in the basement; thankfully, I was beside her and caught her before she hit the concrete floor, which could have been very bad. I grabbed a cushion for her head and put her into the recovery position. As it was a hot day and the basement wasn’t air-conditioned, she’s put on a lovely linen summer dress. As she fell, the dress had risen, exposing her legs and white knickers.

I wanted to pull her dress down to cover her modesty; however, the view was just incredible. Her legs were tanned and perfect, and I could see her pussy mound under her knickers. My heart was beating so fast, and I had an inner turmoil going on; part of me was shouting to cover her, the other part wanted to see more. I knew I had no more than five to ten minutes before she would either recover or I called an ambulance. I’m so ashamed of what I did next, and it's haunted me for years. I lifted her leg slightly and slid her knickers to the side, exposing her bare pussy. She had blonde and ginger pubic hair and a gorgeous little pussy with one of her inner labia lips protruding through her larger outer pussy lips. Her pussy was just so cute, and belonging to Dawn, I was fascinated by it. God forgive me; I did touch her. Initially watching her face for a response, I opened up her pussy lips. I saw her small clit, and the entrance to her vagina. I’m pretty confident she was a virgin as I’m sure I could see a partial hymen; this didn’t surprise me with Dawn. This whole terrible violation of this angel took no more than a minute before I returned her to the recovery position and lowered her dress to cover her.

I felt dreadful about what I’d done, and even though I was a young idiot at the time, I still feel bad now. I wanted to, but couldn’t, apologies to her. She was the sort of person who I knew if I had confessed, would have forgiven me; however, there was always the risk she could report me. I did look after her in many ways over the next few years that we worked together. When her car broke down, I would drop her off at home after work; if she needed to leave early, I would always cover her jobs. When she moved into her own place, I decorated it for her over a weekend. Everyone at work thought I was wonderful the way I looked after Dawn; the truth, though, these were ways to alleviate my guilt for the terrible thing I’d done.

The thing I hated most was knowing what this beautiful creature had between her legs; having seen her, I wanted her more than ever. I’d been given a glimpse of heaven and wanted to embrace and enjoy it fully. My dreams at night were invaded with images of her lovely pussy lips with the one protruding inner lips stretched around my cock as I slid in and out of this divine creature.

Some years later, I was invited to her wedding. She married a lovely guy who deserved her and she him. I watched in awe as she walked down the aisle with her mother. Dawn was an only child, and her father had died when she was quite young. She looked amazing, a true natural beauty. I also had that thought again of her lovely pussy, probably contained in lacy white knickers under her perfect wedding dress.

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# 52185 - by DarkEyes69 / July 4, 2021
- Gay Stories -
Bi-Sexual Male / 43

Jonathan

I’m a middle-aged man with a family and have been happily married for over 20 years. I’ve always considered myself straight; however, I now acknowledge I was bi-sexual in my teens. I mainly fancied girls but sometimes also really liked and yes fancied boys too.

I never acted on these impulses, as I was always frightened of the consequences until I met Jonathon. Whilst at college, I worked on a market stall, and this tall blonde good looking guy came to the stall and chatted with me. He was such an interesting guy, very funny and charming. I was on my own in the stall, and it was a quiet Tuesday afternoon. We talked for over an hour; I would break off to serve a customer, and he waited until I had finished, and we would continue. He was in his thirties, and I was eighteen. He said he’d enjoyed talking to me and asked if I wanted to have a drink with him later and continue. He was staying at a local hotel on business. I said yes.

I met him that evening, and he bought me dinner, and he enthralled me with his business and travel stories. I was a good looking lad in my teens, although I had little self-confidence, and Jonathon kept on complimenting me on how handsome and well informed I was for my age. I also drank quite a bit and just had the best evening. He asked if I could join him the following evening, to which I agreed.

The next night ran the same course; we chatted, ate some delicious food, and Jonathon made me feel very special. At the end of dinner, he asked if I wanted to go back to his room. I was scared as I suspected it was for some form of sexual contact. I fancied him, and I’d never met anybody like him, so I agreed. He knew I was nervous and spoke so lovingly with me to soothe my nerves. He assured me that nothing would happen that I didn’t want or like, and he would stop, or I could leave whenever I wanted.

His hotel suite was impressive; I’d never seen anything like it. We just hugged on the bed for a while and talked; my heart was racing. He asked again if I was OK with this; he put his hand on my jeans and laughed when he felt my very hard erection. I remember my heart racing as he unbuttoned my jeans and took my cock out. He told me my cock was beautiful, just like me. I’d had a couple of blow jobs from girls, but holy fuck, they never felt like what he did. Jonathon then slowly undressed us both, and we lay naked together; my skin felt like electricity was buzzing through it. Over the course of an hour, we touched, kissed and sucked every inch of each other's bodies. I loved sucking his cock but was scared he would cum. I had tried to taste my cum as a teen and hated the stuff.

I felt like I was floating on that bed all those years ago. I felt his fingers gentle enter my body as he applied lubricant to me. I just went with the flow; then, two fingers inside me, the feelings were just incredible. My cock felt like it was going to explode. He told me to relax as his cock entered me; it was uncomfortable for a minute, but eventually, it was like I just opened up to accommodate it. I adored having him inside me; he was moaning with pleasure, as was I. I don’t remember how long he made love to me; however, we did end up in the doggy position, which gave me the best feelings. I felt him cum inside me; his cock swelled and started to twitch. It was hitting something within me that even though neither of us was touching my cock, I came too. I never saw him again, but I had a fantastic night which I’ve never forgotten.

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# 52183 - by DarkEyes69 / July 4, 2021
- When I Was A Kid -
Bi-Sexual Male / 43

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 

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# 52177 - by DarkEyes69 / July 3, 2021
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