| The Smell of Sex
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually
explicit and situations.
(c)2001 by Couture
'Damn, I must have put on the Monique had jogged in by accident,
these are much too tight to be mine. I sure hope she doesn't notice they
are gone,' Laura thought as she felt the too tight once again slip
into her pussy.
As she walked to class, Laura's eyes kept being drawn to the slim tight
asses of her fellow classmates. Prior to today, the only time Laura really
noticed bottoms was when she would make fun of the lard asses she
attended school with.
However, on this day, Laura's thoughts were preoccupied by panties.
Through the thin fabric of her classmates' short skirts and tight shorts,
she could make out what sort of they were wearing. Some wore low
riders, French cut, even a few thongs and it appeared that some weren't wearing underwear at all.
Laura wondered how at school could function with all these sexy
asses and lines around. 'Oh God, does this mean I am a lesbian?
Wait a minute, I can't be a lesbian, I like guys. What is wrong with me?
Mayby I'm so preoccupied about because of the tight ones I'm
wearing now,' Laura reasoned. The highly aroused stopped walking and
leaned against the wall to avoid an impending orgasm that threatened to
"Oh God! I may have to take these bastards off in order to get through
my classes today," Laura whispered to no one in particular.
In class after class, Laura tried to relieve the sensations from below,
however they seemed to keep getting worse. The was constantly
squirming in her seat in an effort to keep the from digging into
"Is there some difficulty, Ms. Leigh?" Her professor asked?
"Oh! I uh . . . uh . . . I strained a muscle while jogging," Laura
replied blushing, not meeting the professor's eyes.
Laura was humiliated and wondered if the whole class suspected what was
really going on *down there*. She thought she could smell the musky smell
of sex again and she wondered if it was hers or Monique's and whether or
not anyone else could smell her. She knew after this class she would have
to go to the restroom and do something, anything, to would relieve the
contstant throbbing coming her sex.
As the class ended Laura made sure she was the last person to leave,
because she was afraid there would be a wet spot on the back of her pink
miniskirt. Thinking quickly, Laura loosened the straps on her book bag, so
it would cover her ass, just in case. Then she hurried to the ladies
restroom. However, with every step after being loosened, Laura's book bag
kept lightly slapping her pert ass.
Between the book bag spanking her ass and the massaging her sex,
Laura worried she wouldn't make it to the restroom before collapsing in a
climax. The poor wondered if anyone around her suspected that she was
dripping wet or even worse, could they know that she was going to do
something she had never done before . . . in a public place.
Luckily, she made it inside the ladies room without cumming and rushed into
the first stall she came to. The lock on the door was broken, but it
stayed put when it was closed.
Laura reached underneath her skirt and rolled the tight down her
thighs, before stepping out of them. She was worried about being caught,
so she stood on top of the lid where no one could see her legs, if
they walked in. Then placing the top of her head on the front wall for
support, she proceeded to massage her throbbing clit. In her left hand she
held the panties, she had developed such a love hate relationship with
today, tightly under her nose, smelling them , drinking in their musky
Unknown to the otherwise occupied blonde, two stalls over a Goth
girl with her feet up, sneaking a smoke. Her hair, fingernails, clothes
and lips were black, while her skin was ivory white. She paused and
listened to the very interesting sounds coming from who had just
entered the restroom.
"Oh God! Ugh . . . Ugh . . ."
'Can it be?' the Goth wondered, 'Can someone at this uptight private
school be wanking herself? God, wouldn't it be funny if it was one of
those rich prissy bitches,' she thought, grinning evily.
Laura was approaching an orgasm when she heard a latch open and the
heavy footsteps of heels.
'Please don't let me get caught. Please don't let me be caught!' Laura
thought as her heart was pounding in her chest. She placed the smelly
panties over her nose and mouth to muffle the sound of her heavy breathing.
The only sound she was making now was the drip drop of the juices that fell
from her sex into the toilet. Laura did the only thing she felt she could
to quiet the drips she was making. She dipped her finger into her and scooped off as much of her fluids as she could and then stuck the
finger in her mouth. 'Ewwww . . . I can't believe I just did that.' Laura
grimaced at exotic taste of her secretions.
Then she heard the click clack of heels as the Goth walked closer
and closer to her hiding place.
"Please God, if you keep me from getting caught this time, I will NEVER
EVER again!" Laura prayed desperatly to herself.
Then she heard the door behind her open and someone giggling.
"Please, LET ME DIE. LET ME DIE!" she wished as she pushed her face
against the wall and covered it with the hand that was holding onto her
The sight before the Goth was amazing. Here was a who could
obviously be a model, squatting on top of a toilet, with her face hid by
her hands and pressed against the wall. The most erotic thing about the
whole surreal scene was the blonde's sparsely covered gaping open
between spread legs and dripping its slick cream into the toilet.
"Ahem. <giggle> Are you all right?" the Goth asked.
"Aside from dying of embarrassment . . . not finishing the best ever . . ." muttered a thorougly humiliated Laura, as tears began to form
in her eyes.
"What was that princess?" Asked the Goth.
"<Sniff> I said I accidentally wore my dorm-mate's today <sniff>
and they have been rubbing me raw and hurting me 'down there' when I
walked," gasped Laura as she kept her face against the wall in hopes that
she wouldn't be recognized.
"I don't see any back here. Oh I see, you have them up there.
What are you doing hmmm Princess? SNIFFING THEM?" asked the Goth girl.
Laura quickly jerked the down and draped them over her ass to
try to protect her privates from being seen in this vulnerable position.
"I-I was . . ah . . . I was crying into them." Laura stuttered.
Careful to keep her face hidden, Laura looked down between her spread
legs and dripping at the behind her. All she was able to see
was a pair of black leather studded boots and pale fishnet covered legs.
'Please oh please! Go away Black Boots!' Laura thought.
The Goth reached up and quickly snatched the out of Laura's
hand, before she could react.
"Well, you must have been crying a lot, cause these are
positively soaking *wet* Princess Panty," replied the Goth girl.
"Oh! Please give those back *PLEASE*," whined the distraught blonde.
The Goth took the confiscated and began using them to
lightly stroke Laura's ass, thighs, and sex. Whenever Laura felt the
panties touch her exposed skin, she would try to grab them with her free
hand, only to have them snatched away and moved to a different area. Soon
Laura was so horny from being teased by the and her own meager
attempts to grab them that her hands would stay searching for the a
little longer than necessary. Her every attempt to grab the became
just a little slower than the last.
"Please?" Laura sobbed.
"Don't worry Princess Panty. I only want to help you," replied the smug
Even in this position, Laura had a smidgen of backbone left and said
loudly, "My name is not Princess Panty!"
"Oh. Then what is your name?" asked Black-Boots sarcastically.
'There is no way I can tell her my name . . . *no way in hell*!' Fresh
tears sprang anew and the defeated debutante muttered, "P-p-princess sniff
. . . P-p-panty."
"I thought so. Well, Princess Panty, lift your leg up so I can get
these back on you."
Laura obeyed and raised her leg in hopes of ending this embarrassment as
soon as possible.
The Goth took a quick of Laura with a small digital she had removed from her purse. The captured Laura with one
trembling leg on the seat, the other leg in the air, backed arched
and ass spread wide, gaping as juices ran down her thighs.
'A little something to remember this by,' thought the Goth.
"What was that sound?" asked Laura, hearing the click of the camera.
"Oh that must be the janitor cleaning the men's restroom Princess Panty.
We'd better hurry and get this over with, before she comes in here. Your
other leg now," the Goth said.
Laura lifted her other leg and stuck it through the hole. She saw that
the had black fingernails too. Laura wondered if this was one of
those Goth freaks.
'Hmmm. I wonder if she has black too?' The thought of brought another throb to Laura's and the drip drop of her juices as
they fell below her.
"Oh, please let's hurry and get this over with before the janitor
comes!" whispered Laura, 'And before I embarrass myself even more with my
dripping pussy,' she continued to herself.
Laura Lee tried to lower her leg and found much to her dismay that the
panties gripped so low on her legs, she couldn't spread her feet apart over
the commode. Her only choice was to step down and reveal her face or place
both her feet in the small space in the front of the lid.
So Laura placed both her pink pumps pigeon toed in the crevice, legs
straight but bent at the knee, sticking her ass high in the air, with her
face against the wall. Her posture spread cheeks of her ass wide, her wet
aroused framed by tight thighs, providing the Goth with another
excellent photo opportunity.
"Oh God! Please hurry. I think I hear the janitor getting closer!"
Her legs and ass trembled from the strain of this posture. The stress
proved too much for her legs and one of Laura's pink pumps hit the water.
"Damn! Now my pump is drenched with water, what else can possibly
The Goth got another hilarious of Laura quaking and then almost
falling into the toilet.
Laura finally felt Black-Boots pull her up her legs, mercifully
covering her ass and pussy. Laura was able to spread her legs again and
relaxed a bit over the seat.
"Wait . . . wait!" Laura said when to her horror she felt Black-Boots
stick her finger underneath her and against her wet pussy. Then
the Goth slid the finger through Laura's soaked folds and began running it
up and down between her slick labia.
"No! No! Not that!" Laura gasped as she swung her hips from side to
side to dislodge the intruding finger.
"Oh this will never do. Never do at all Blondie," said the Goth shaking her head.
"No wonder you had such problems, these are entirely too snug."
"Now be a good Princess and hold still while I them
out for you."
Laura realized the was just trying to help and stood as still as
she could while Black Boots proceeded to tug, pull and smooth Laura's
panties again and again. First, she tugged the fabric viciously back and
forth between her labia, embedding the deeply in the folds of
Laura's hypersensitive cunt. Then the Goth would pinch the buried fabric
between forefinger and thumb and pull outward until the fabric threatened
"Owww! Easy easy . . . please be careful!" Laura cried, as the Goth
'accidentally' pulled Laura's muff instead of her panties.
'This must be a complete klutz,' Laura thought because sometimes
Black Boots would accidentally pull Laura's exposed labia, swollen clit, or
pubic hair instead of her panties.
"Ugh . . . Oww! Oh my!" Having her teased mercilessly had made
Laura hornier and hornier. She felt warmth begin to flow throughout her
body as a climax came closer and closer.
"Gasp -- Ahhh Ah!" Here was a reject she wouldn't talk to in a million
years and she was touching her where no one had ever touched her before.
"Oh *PLEASE* don't let my c-c-cum in front of this horrible
bitch..." Laura mumbled as she tried to think of something different and
not sexual, yet all she was able to think about was the image and aroma of
a black pair of wet panties.
"What did you say Princess!" demanded the now angry Goth.
"I-I-I said my p-p-pussy has a h-horrible itch..." stuttered the
'Oh God! Did I just say that?' Laura wished she could take back her
words, the instant they slipped out of her mouth.
"Why didn't you just say so Princess," replied the Goth as she pulled
the crotch of Laura's stretched to the side and began to stroke the
blonde's erect clit. "Is that the spot where you have your little itchy?"
"No! No! Not there!" cried Laura as she raised her ass even higher to
escape the fingers that were driving her toward an orgasm. Laura closed
her eyes and held onto the wall for dear life. She was on the verge of an
orgasm and knew she would either reveal herself and/or fall in the if she let go for one second.
Finally the Goth withdrew her hand from Laura's clit, just before Laura
could embarrass herself further. Laura sighed in relief and relaxed as she
got her urges back under control again. Laura smelled the musky smell of
pussy again and it wasn't her own. She opened her eyes and the Goth girl's
black now covered her head, one leg over each eye.
'Why did Black Boots put her on my head?' Laura wondered.
"Well your itch must be in here then..." the Goth said as she plunged
her finger deep in Laura's sex with no warning to the poor girl.
"Oh fuck! Oh -- Ahhh!" Laura cried, as she felt herself penetrated.
Laura was openly grunting and panting now, too far gone to care. Her
identity now secret, she let go of all her inhibitions, knowing that a cowl
of this strange girl's hid her face. The Goth ceased her
teasing of Laura's sex, leaving the nubile pushing her hips back,
searching for additional stimulation.
"Uggghh...let me cum...Please." Laura moaned.
"What was that Princess? I didn't hear you," the Goth said, almost
"*Please* OH FUCK I need to CUM!" the pleaded to her captor.
"Call me Goddess Goth, slut and beg me to let you cum."
"I'm begging you. <Gasp> Please let me c-cu-cum Gah-Goddess Goth."
The Goth helped Laura down from her precarious perch and stripped
off the remainder of her clothes. She left the poor clad only in the
black covering her face and her pink pumps. She looked like a
sexy, yet very stupid caricature of a costumed crusader.
The Goth pushed Laura face down across the and proceeded to
shove 1 then 2 fingers into Laura's dripping sex. The Goth Goddess reached
up her own black mini and masturbated her clit while she stretched Laura's
tight to the max as she pushed yet another finger into the blondes
"Ohhh! That's it you dumb panty-sniffer.
"Ugh...suck my and taste my you lezzie slut!" the Goth
pulled her fingers out, until they were barely in the girl's cunt.
The Goth stopped moving her fingers as she thought, "This prissy bitch has
probably gotten everything handed to her all her life, but if she wants an
orgasm today, she's gonna have to work for it!'
"Oh! FUCK your is so WET. Work that body for me girl!" Black
Laura pushed herself back, stretching her poor abused over Goddess
Goth's three fingers. She rolled her hips around in a circle feeling the
Goddess's fingers touch her innermost secrets.
'Why isn't she fucking me? It feels like she's just holding her hand
still.' Laura wondered. Her really needed to be fucked. So Laura
grabbed the seat with both her hands and proceeded to fuck her on the Goths fingers.
"That's a good bitch. Fuck my fingers with your slimy cunt." The Goth
said as she watched the poor passionately work her body on the fingers
buried in her cunt.
Laura felt herself begin to cum, while she was immersed in the smell and
salty taste of the Goth girl's panties. She hated being called names and
humiliated by Black Boots, but at the same time every expletive made her
pussy, no her cunt, tingle with excitement.
"Oh! Oh! I'm CUMMING Goddess!" she cried. "Fuck my please!"
'Well let's give the poor slut what she craves.' The Goth proceeded
to rotate her hand as she shoved her fingers to the depths of the wet
blonde's swollen cunt. "I bet you will find those frat a little
*disappointing* after I'm done with you Princess."
"Ugh! Your fingers are so deep in my CUNT! FUCK! FUCK! Ahh! They
feel so good. Oh!"
FUCK it Hard! Oh Please, I'm almost there Goddess! Keep FUCKING my
cunt with your fingers!"
Ohhhhhhhhhhh-uhhhhhhhhhh-eeeeeee" Laura cried out, as she collapsed on
tile floor from her orgasm.
The Goth reached down and wiped the juices from her fingers in
"You are a good little lezzie bitch. Awww . . . poor little thing, you
are flat as a board." said the Goth as she rubbed her hands over Laura's
small breasts. "Hee Hee. I almost almost thought I was playing with a
little for awhile. Don't fret Princess, you have pretty pink nips
though", Black Boots tweaked Laura's hard nipples, eliciting a moan from
the passive blonde.
"Princess, has anyone told you that you have a beautiful cunt? Hmmm? I
think your is your best attribute, a work of art," the Goth said
as she rubbed Laura's possessively, spreading it's copious secretions
all over the blonde's firm stomach and ass.
"You should be proud of your fat juicy little quim, it is truly a that was made to be fucked." Black boots spread Laura's labia wide, while
pulling her clit hood upwards, displaying Laura's aroused sex. "Look at
it," commanded the Goth as she allowed the dazed to look.
Laura stared at her pretty in awe. She was always taught that she
should keep such things hidden, because they were 'dirty', but now Black
Boots seemed to think that her's was particularly pretty '. . . a pretty
pussy . . . a juicy little quim. Whatever that means," though the spent
"Here. Give me back my now," said the Goth girl, as she reached
down to take her black from the naked pitiful sitting on the
"No please!" pleaded Laura as she pulled the down tightly over
her head, concealing her identity.
"Well, it is obvious Princess loves the smell and taste of my
pussy so much she doesn't want to give me my back."
"I would love to give them to you too, but I am such a mess now and it
is all your fault. See?" said Goddess Goth as she pulled up her skirt and
showed Laura her wet matted cunt.
"Perhaps if you were to dry my for me, I would let you have my
pretty panties," said Black Boots.
Laura could almost make out the logic of Goddess Goth's comments, but at
the same time was degraded by the fact that she was going to in
order to clean the juices from this social outcast's pussy. Giving up,
Laura Lee reached for some paper to dry her conqueror's wetness.
After all she had no choice but to clean her, if she were to continue to
"No, little pussy-sniffer. The paper was not good enough for you
to dry your tears with earlier. Remember slut? So clean me with the
Laura reached down to pick up Monique's stretched panties, so she could
clean this demanding and horrible girl.
"Put those disgusting things down, Princess. *Your* are much
too smelly and nasty for my nice clean pussy."
I want you to use the pretty on your head."
Come on now. Be a good girl" commanded Black Boots.
A humiliated Laura, having no choice once again, because both of them
knew she couldn't remove the without revealing her identity. Laura
swallowed her tears then held the Goth's miniskirt up past her hips.
'I can't believe I am considering doing this,' Laura thought as she
stared at the Goth's aroused labia surrounded by a wet tangle of black
hair. Laura slowly pressed the side of her panty-covered face lightly
against the Goth's dark musky pussy.
"Here. You don't seem to be doing a very good job Princess, let me help
you." Black boots grabbed two handfuls of Laura's silken hair from
the leg holes of the that covered her head and proceeded to grind
her wet against the tear streaked face of her newly acquired slave.
Much to Laura's dismay, Black Boot's seemed to be getting wetter
and wetter instead of dryer and dryer. Laura's panty-covered nose, cheeks,
and mouth were rubbed repeatedly over every square inch of the Goth's
increasingly wet pussy.
"Ohhh . . . Ohhh . . . you sweet lezzie. Yeah, I'm fucking your face
now my pink-pumped slut," moaned a breathless Goth.
"Lay back bitch. Lay back so I can fuck you proper!" the cruel Goth
said as she sat astride the seat while holding Laura's head
underneath her. If Laura relaxed her neck at all, she would end up with
her head in the water.
"Oh Fuck that feels good! You're my bitch now ain't you Princess
"<Gasp> Ugh! Nod your head you lezzie fuck-slut!"
Laura nodded her head quickly. Anything to please this cruel bitch.
Laura was in a most uncomfortable position and she could feel her neck
weaken with every second.
Laura did the only thing she could, she moved her head from side to side
and up and down to quickly bring off her cruel tormentor before her head
inevitably fell into the filthy water below. Laura Lee could scarcely
breathe, her every breath was full of the odor and secretions from this
merciless bitch's pussy.
"That's my girl. Ahhhh," the Goth moaned. "Oh yeah! Fuck me with your
face. <gasp> That's it."
You're gonna make me princess"
Fuck that pussy! Fuck it slut! I want to hear you my through those bitch or so help me I'll wash that pretty hair
of yours in the toilet."
"Shlurp! Shllluuuuurrrrpp!" Laura frantically began on the
Goth's through the weave of the black silk panties.
"That's it! That's my girl!" the Goth encouraged her personal lapper.
"Suck it! Suck it all up! I'm cumming. Motherfuck! I'm cumming!"
"Oh God! Oh FUCK! Suck my baby. Drink it all down!"
"Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh yeahhhh!" the Goth climaxed and reached her
hands down and cradled Laura's face gently against her pussy.
Laura reached a hand down and fucked herself openly as the Goth slowly ground her lovingly on the blonde's face.
After the Goth came, she dried herself on Laura's hair, since it was the
only dry thing on the poor girl. Then she humiliated her further by
turning around and running Laura's panty-covered nose between her ass
cheeks to gather the excess moisture that had accumulated there.
Laura didn't even notice, she was too busy cumming again as she licked
and the Goth's juices from the that covered her head.
"Keep the my pink-pumped-princess-panty-sniffer, you've earned
them" the Goth laughed as she petted Laura's head.
Laura climaxed on the floor as she fucked her with her fingers,
while she hungrily on the fabric of the Goth's black panties.
The Goth tugged her clothes back into place and took one final
picture of Laura's depravity for good measure, before leaving.
Laura became aware of her surroundings as her orgasm subsided. The
smell and taste of her tormentor threatened to overcome her senses.
'What am I turning into?' she wondered.
Laura cried as she got off the floor and made her way to the mirror to
see what kind of damage had been done. She was a horrid mess, clothes
wrinkled, mascara running, body sweaty, and matted hair raggedly sticking
out to each side of her head. Laura looked at her small and winced
inwardly as she recalled the Goth's words about how she looked like a boy.
Then she looked down at the pink lips of her as she spread her labia.
'Yes, I do have a pretty pussy, don't I?' Laura began to gush again
recalling the Goth's words. 'You should be proud of your juicy little
quim.' Laura shuddered.
Laura washed her face and her sex as best she could with paper towels.
Her was so swollen and sensitive she could only gently blot it dry.
'A that was made to be fucked' Laura thought as she spread her nether
lips to admire her pretty little in the mirror.
'What am I doing? Someone could walk in at any minute!' Laura thought,
as she tore her hand away from her crotch. She picked up her and
rinsed them out under the running water to clean them. When she tried to
put them on, she was horrified to discover that the were stretched
so badly, they wouldn't stay up on her hips. Also, it seemed that Goddess
Goth had kept her bra as a souvenir.
Laura put on her wrinkled miniskirt and shirt, then tried to get her
nipples to lay down, but her efforts just seemed to make them harder.
Finally, she placed both pair of soiled in her purse and left the
bathroom. She prayed she wouldn't see anyone she knew.
'I have to be careful not to expose myself with only this mini and tight
shirt covering my body,' Laura thought. The poor had never felt this
naked in her entire life as when she walked out of the restroom.
Her hard nipples were clearly visible through her tight white shirt.
Kept hard by the thoughts of the sex she could still smell and the too
loose book bag that spanked her ass with every step.
"I deserve to be punished for my sins," whispered Laura.