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   Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

   *** *** *** *** *** "It All Began with Her Panties"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008

   Candace -- or Candi, as she was called by a few close friends and an
awful lot of men before they found out her gate didn't swing in their
direction -- had begun to notice something odd.  Her panties were
disappearing.  A couple weeks ago, she thought nothing of it; she assumed
she had misplaced them.  This week, though, another pair was missing from
her laundry, and she was sure she hadn't misplaced it.

   The first panties to go AWOL had been her girlfriend's favorites, black
satin bikini cut with subtle sequins trimming the edges and a quiet
appliqué on the front, right over her love hole.

   The second, the ones she had just noticed lost this week, were her own
favorite sexy panties -- satin tiger-prints with metallic gold and black
stripes.  She thought they particularly accented her curves.

   Uncertain what to make of the disappearances, she tried to put it out of
her mind, as she carried the rest of her laundry back from the laundry room
to their apartment.  Much to her delight, her girlfriend had gotten home
from work, and was in the mood for some physical attention.

   Candi's girlfriend was named Vidya, and she was one-quarter Indian and
one-quarter native Alaskan.  Apart from her name, the only thing
sub-continent about Vidya was the pretty angularity of her facial features
and her ability to communicate volumes with a simple twist of her mouth or
movement of one eyebrow The only thing native Alaskan about her was the way
her sculpted curves flowed together like liquid sexual magic.  Otherwise,
Vidya was a white girl who burned more easily than she tanned, had soft
brown curls worn back in a pony tail, and very pink lips.  She was a little
heavier than average, but she wore it well, packing it in tight curves that
accented her loveliness not hid it.

   Candi loved Vidya very much.  She'd always known that she was a lesbian,
but at twenty-four years old Vidya was her first real girlfriend, her first
committed relationship.  Candi was Vidya's fourth girlfriend, but the 20
year-old was not a player, so much as bad judge of character.

   "There you are, sexy," Vidya greeted her upon return.

   The slightly older girl smiled and set the laundry down inside the door,
closing and locking it behind her.  She liked being told she was sexy. 
Candi had to work very hard for her figure.  She was very thin with one of
those metabolisms that burned through all food, and in younger life it had
left her flat and shapeless.  Her twentieth birthday and a world of
exercises, however, had suddenly wrought a transformation in her body,
however.  While she still had very thin waist and long, lean limbs, she had
a very round, circular ass and two very round, spherical breasts that she
was quite proud of, all of which was far shapelier than expected for her
overall thinness.  She worked hard to keep herself thin and to develop her
figure, and she liked for her work to be appreciated.

   Candi looked at her girlfriend, who was wearing boxer-shorts and a loose
t-shirt.  "You know how I get when you dress like that," Candi said
lustily. The outfit dramatically accentuated Vidya's sex-appeal.

   Vidya grinned.  "Why do you think I'm dressed this way, lover?"

   Compliantly, Candi walked up to her and ran her hands up under the
t-shirt, delighting with the feel of her girlfriend's naked breasts.  She
kept her hands raised to those smooth full peaks and lowered herself to her
knees.

   Leaning forward, she nuzzled at the crotch of Vidya's boxers, finding a
way in.  Vidya parted her legs slightly, allowing her lover's nose and
tongue access to her hot spot.  Vidya never shaved or needed to trim; her
bush was naturally thin and soft.  It was an incredible experience of which
Candi never tired.  Likewise, Vidya never tired of her lover's
extraordinarily long, thin tongue which always seemed abnormally capable of
contortion when it was inside her.  Vidya closed her eyes, and, as often
happened, tears formed in the corners of her eyes.  Candi's loving,
somewhat aggressive lingual probing always felt as if the girl had herself
somehow entered Vidya's innermost chamber and was presenting herself as a
gift.

   The trembling began deep within her and that only encouraged Candi to
work her tongue harder, deeper if possible, around new corners if she could
find them.  This ultimately set Vidya off, and she came with one massive
shudder which forced her to lean against the wall to maintain balance.  She
let out a loud grunt of appreciation and struggled to open her eyes and
catch her breath.

   "It's not over yet, baby," Candi said with sparkle in her eyes.

   She rose from her knees and slunk off to the bedroom.  She opened a
drawer in their bureau, found what she was looking for and came back. 
Still fully dressed, she told her girlfriend to strip, and Vidya complied,
and thereupon got down on all fours, arching her back and presenting her
rear entrance to Candi.

   That's when Candi showed her the large black dildo.  Vidya closed her
eyes and groaned.  "Oh, yes, Candi, please, fuck me hard."

   Candi smiled, and only then finally took off her t-shirt and bra. 
Leaving everything from her waist down on, she got behind her lover and
slowly started to caress her glorious ass cheeks.  "What do you want me to
do, lover, I'm just a girl."

   Vidya groaned, started moving her ass and hips to get Candi's attention.
"You're not just a girl, you're a woman, and you're my lover," she said. 
"Love me."

   With a teasing smile on her face, Candi bent over and kissed Vidya right
on the asshole, just barely slipping her tongue in.  "Baby, my tongue is
awfully tired.  You want me to use my fingers?" She began running a finger
in the fold of her girlfriend's mound underneath her.

   Groaning even louder and rocking back and froth more aggressively, Vidya
got demanding, "Fuck me with that dildo, Candi, please, damnit."

   "Oh this?" Candi rubbed the length of it along her lover's pussy.  "Are
you sure?"

   "Fuck me!  Fuck my brains out, girl!"

   Candi finally gave in, plunging all of the massive dildo in at once. 
She had never taken a ruler to it and it had been a gift, so she didn't
really know the length, but she figured it to be around nine inches, and it
was thick, with a little crook in the end.  It filled Vidya's tight hole
and still had length left.  Working it brutally in and out at a slight
upward angle, Candi also continued to kiss all around Vidya's ass.  She
loved her girlfriend's body and couldn't get enough of it.

   Feeling as if there was no more room inside her, but wanting to press
the thing into her very soul, Vidya rocked back harder and harder and ever
harder into the dildo.  She could feel her fluids draining out around the
tool, stimulated by its size and the expert use of it by Candi.  Not to
mention the added stimulation of Candi's lips and tongue on her ass.  After
a few minutes, she felt the dildo lose a little control and knew Candi had
started to one hand it.  She opened her eyes and looked back as best she
could, seeing her girlfriend with her hand stuffed inside her jeans.

   Seeing the woman she loved so turned on just by giving her pleasure,
Vidya blew over the top again, convulsing on the forward thrust of the
dildo.  But the dildo didn't stop.  It kept after her, like a monster with
a bottomless appetite for her pussy.

   "You're so sexy when you cum, lover," Candi said as she continued to
frig herself inside her jeans with one hand, dildo her girlfriend with the
other, and bite and kiss her girlfriend's ass when she could.

   "Deeper!" Vidya begged.  "I want more of it!"

   She didn't want to hurt her love, so rather than pound it in even
harder, Candi began to move the dildo's trajectory around, changing angles
with every thrust.  First up, then down, then to the side, increasing its
coverage.  It didn't take long before Vidya exploded again.

   This time she reached back and pulled the Dildo out of herself, pouncing
her naked body on top of Candi.  "I love you," she said, covering the other
girl's thin face with loose, wet kisses.  "I love you so much."

   She reached down and began to undo her lover's pants.  "Do you want the
dildo this time?"

   "No, baby, just you." Candi never took the dildo.  She wasn't
interested. But she definitely loved what she got in its place.

   Once they were both naked, Vidya knelt and lifted Candi's pussy right up
to her face.  She had the taller girl's legs draped over her shoulders, her
cunt staring right at her.  Candi always trimmed to a thin strip, which
Vidya found her exciting.  She opened her mouth wide, and dived in.

   Candi cried out with pleasure, thinking that life couldn't get any
better than this...

   ***

   The following week when Candi went to do the laundry, she was
apprehensive about whether she'd come back to the drier and find another
missing pair of panties.  She didn't.  But what she did find was something
even more perplexing to her.

   She stood in the laundry room, staring at what she held in her hand. 
She had just taken these clothes out of the drier, but she was looking at a
green satin thong which was very distinctly wet.  Nothing else in the drier
was at all wet.  The thong was very damp and very bunched up.  Almost as
if...

   No...  It couldn't be...

   But...

   It looked very much to her like someone had taken the thong into their
mouth and sucked and chewed the life out of it.

   The thought simultaneously creeped her out and lit a spark of erotic
intrigue within her.  She heard a rustling at the door and quickly stuffed
the thong back into her laundry basket, and made for the exit.  On her way
out, she passed a woman who was going in to pick up her own clothes.  Candi
eyed the woman curiously.

   Could it have been her?

   Candi hoped so.  She could never say anything to Vidya about it, but she
had always found the blonde divorcee attractive.  She was a woman in her
early to mid forties who had kept in good shape.  Her face still showed its
earned character and maturity but held all the energy and beauty of its
youth.

   The thought of the woman sucking on Candi's panties...

   When Candi got back to the apartment, Vidya wasn't home yet.  Candi
tried to distract herself by folding the clothes, but that only kept
reminding her of the thong and of the divorcee.

   "Fuck," she swore.  The thin brunette took off her jeans and her
panties, leaving her in a t-shirt and white socks.  She almost never
masturbated anymore, but she had thought about the divorcee once or twice
when making love to Vidya, something she tried never to do, but
nevertheless it had allowed her to dub the unknown woman Marilyn.

   She know threw herself onto the bed, clutching the saliva-soaked thong
in her right hand and rubbing it on her wet pussy.

   "Oh, god, Marilyn," she moaned aloud, pressing deeper with the panties,
feeling their satiny smoothness and the wetness of the saliva.  She began
to hump up and down on the bed, frigging herself as hard as could with the
panties.  She grunted loudly with each thrust upward at the thong, thinking
of Marilyn's mature face pressed between her legs.

   "Oh, Marilyn, yes, yes, it's never felt like that before."

   Her hand moved faster, pressed harder.  The thong was practically buried
inside of her now.

   She felt herself getting close, and raised herself high up in the air
just as she felt her muscles clenching around the thong.  Her limbs bucked
and she bit her lip as she exploded, thinking of Marilyn.

   What she did next was totally out of character, but she had very quickly
become obsessed and a little irrational.  She pulled her jeans back on, not
bothering with her panties, and tucked the thong, now soaked with her
juices, into her pocket.  With that, Candi walked as quickly as she could
back to the laundry room.  Finding it empty, she took the thong out and
deposited it in the drier she usually used.

   Lingering for a few moments over whether or not she was insane, Candi
kept finding her mind going back to Marilyn, and that left no room for
insanity or foolishness.  Just lust.

   So she left the thong in the drier and made her way back to the
apartment.  On her way she passed Marilyn, walking back towards the laundry
room again with a basket of dirty clothes.  Deciding to test the waters a
little, Candi said, "Always meeting over the laundry, aren't we?"

   The older woman smiled and agreed.  "It's our personal water cooler, I
suppose."

   Pressing a little farther, Candi added, "Though you never know what
you'll find there."

   Marilyn, or whatever her name really was, smiled even more warmly. 
"I've seen an awful lot to still be surprised.  I'd better get going, but
I'm sure we'll meet again."

   And as she left, Candi watched the movement of her very toned ass and
the mature easiness in the sway of her hips.  And that's when she saw that
out of Marilyn's dirty clothes basket had fallen a pair of the woman's own
panties.  A thong.  The lace was pink.  The silk front was white with red,
yellow, and pink flowers.  There was a damp spot on the front.

   Knowing it was a gift for her, Candi scooped up the thong, and rushed
back to her apartment.  Vidya still wasn't there.

   "Thank God," she said, unzipping her jeans and pulling them down to her
knees, right in the living room.  She brought the thong up to her nose and
inhaled deeply.  "Oh, god..." The thong had been scented with a highly
arousing perfume, and Marilyn's scent mingled with the perfume to send
Candi over the edge.

   Standing there, in the middle of the living room, jeans around her legs,
Candi took the thong and started rubbing her pussy with it.  "Oh fuck," she
said, her heart beating fast, her breath catching, "it's like I'm grinding
my pussy against hers."

   She really got into it, rubbing herself hard with the thong and humping
hard against it.

   "Oh, yeah, fuck me, Marilyn, fuck me you dyke bitch!" she screamed out
as she came and kept fucking the silk panties.  She brought herself to
another climax before, dizzy, she stumbled into the bedroom and collapsed
on the bed to catch up with herself.  Standing orgasms were a lot of work.

   She found herself staring at the panties, wondering what she should do
with them, when the idea struck her like a thunder bolt.

   Of course!

   She pulled her jeans back up, took a couple of long drinks of water to
replenish herself and calm herself down, and then walked around to wear she
thought Marilyn's apartment was.  Clutching the panties in her left hand,
she walked up and knocked on a door.

   A young man opened the door.  "Yeah?"

   "Sorry, wrong house." Candi knew that the divorcee lived alone.  Must
have been the upstairs apartment.  She went there, knocked on the door.

   She did answer.

   Candi, without ceremony, just held up her left hand and unballed the
panties.  "I think you dropped these," she said with what she hoped was a
seductive smile.

   Looking somewhat amused, the older blonde woman motioned for Candi to
enter.  Once in the apartment with the door closed, the woman accepted the
panties with a raised eyebrow.

   "These are definitely mine," she said.  She lifted them up, smelled them
deeply.  "But something's different about them."

   Shaking nervously, but certain this was what she wanted to do, Candi
just reached down and unzipped her jeans, leaving them in place on her
hips, but unfastened.  "If you want to know where that new smell came
from..." she offered.

   Marilyn blushed crimson.  "What are you offering, honey?"

   Candi lowered her jeans a bit, displaying the top of her trimmed bush.
"Everything."

   "I must be twenty years older than you..." But her eyes were
unmistakably drawn to what Candi was showing.

   "You're twenty years more beautiful than I am," Candi corrected her.

   Marilyn smiled.  "You don't give a woman much of a chance to resist, do
you?"

   "Neither do you," Candi said.  "This is a snowball for me.  It all
started this afternoon.  I didn't plan this, but you left me no choice."

   Marilyn, who was wearing tight jeans and a loose red button-down top,
started to unbutton that top.  When it was hanging open, her cleavage
exposed in a white lace bra that obscured everything but hid nothing, she
asked, "Are you sure you want this?"

   Candi reached out, took the panties back and inserted them into her
mouth, sucking their combined juices from the silk.  Then, she reached out
and started to undo Marilyn's jeans, slowly letting the thong fall out of
her mouth.

   "I'm not normally this easy," Marilyn told her as she shrugged her
blouse off and began to undo her bra.

   "Me either," Candi assured her, lowering the woman's jeans to her knees.
She was wearing a black lace thong that shadowed much of her mound but made
it clear that she had recently shaved herself clean.

   "And I haven't been with a woman for years," the divorcee mentioned,
pulling Candi's t-shirt off over her head.

   "Then get ready to lose your mind," Candi said, taking the older woman's
chin her hand and bringing their mouths together for a soft gentle kiss. 
"Because this isn't about making sweet romantic love, it's about losing
control."

   And with that, she grabbed Marilyn's shoulders, pressed her against the
wall, and kissed her hard.  Candi's long tongue easily found its way into
the older woman's throat, and she twirled it around in circles there,
making the other woman alternately moan with pleasure and gag on the
penetration.  Sliding her hand inside the woman's thong, she wasted no time
in moistening her up and sliding two fingers in.  She was pleased to see
that Marilyn responded, humping against her hand and clutching her head
closely.

   As she felt the older woman's hands move to undo her bra, Candi dragged
her teeth lightly down her throat to her breast.

   "Oh god, that feels good!"

   The blonde's hands abandoned the bra and found their way inside the
young girl's jeans.  They couldn't keep humping hands in this position with
their clothes still partly on, so they mutually abandoned the attempt. 
Marilyn grabbed Candi as she herself had been grabbed, and spun around,
slamming the younger girl hard into the wall.  She pulled the bra off the
rest of the way and started to devour the young breasts.

   "God, I haven't tasted a girl's tits in so long," she moaned.

   "Fuck, that's so good!" Candi cried out, and she meant it.  Not only was
Marilyn sucking on her breasts, but her lips were actually reaching out and
massing the flesh with the strength of fingers, and she was using the side
of her tongue to flick Candi's burning nipples.  "I've never felt anything
like that before."

   "Then just wait," Marilyn growled, taking her by the hand into not the
bedroom, but the bathroom.  She had Candi step out of her jeans and then
put on a pair of Marilyn's own dirty bikini panties.  Then, with surprising
strength, she hoisted the taller but thinner girl up onto the counter of
the bathroom sink.  she pushed her a little farther until her ass was
hanging over the edge of the sink.

   Without explaining, she cranked the water and stretched out the back of
Candi's panties, pushing the girl back and back until the water was rushing
inside her panties, coursing over her ass, and building up, inside her
panties, creating cold pressure on her asshole and pussy.  Not letting her
move, Marilyn bent over and begin kissing Candi's thighs.

   "Oh, you taste so good, honey," she said.

   Practically whimpering with pleasure from the sensation of the water and
the older woman's expert mouth on the sensitive flesh of her thigh, Candi
felt herself growing dizzy, needing release.  "Please," the young girl
begged, "get me off."

   Marilyn smiled.  "I thought you'd never ask." Leaving her in place,
Marilyn pulled the panties off, drew the young pussy towards her, and dove
in with mouth and hand.  Her strong lips found Candi's clit, and her
fingers, split like rabbit ears, worked in all crazy directions inside the
girl's warm, wet cunt.

   When Candi came for the fourth time that afternoon, she squeezed her
thighs around the older woman's head and let out a long scream of pleasure.
"Marilyn, god, Marilyn, you're incredible."

   "Who's Marilyn?" the divorcee asked, standing up, obviously a little put
off all of the sudden.

   "You are!" Candi explained.  "I've...  Well, I didn't know your name...
So I've been calling you Marilyn."

   The blond smiled, and her green eyes sparkled.  "Well, my name's Susan."

   "Susan," Candi repeated with a smile as she sat, naked and spent on the
bathroom sink.  "Susan, you're incredible." Then she grinned.  "And now
it's your turn."

   Candi got down, took Susan's hand, and they went to the bedroom.  Candi
had her take off her black lace thong and get on all fours on the bed. 
Setting herself behind the older woman, Candi eyed the delicious pussy, and
went to work with her long, expert tongue.

   It didn't take much for Susan to reach her first orgasm, but Candi
didn't let it go at that.  She kept at her with her tongue, pressing ever
deeper, moving in ever wider circles, licking her from behind.

   "Oh fuck, baby," Susan cried out, humping back against the girl's face,
"I haven't felt like this in years."

   Candi grabbed the older woman's ass cheeks and pressed her tongue even
deeper, bringing Susan to her second orgasm.  But Candi wasn't quite ready
to let her off the hook yet.

   "You have a dildo?" she asked.

   "Yes, on the floor of the closet," Susan told her, reaching back and
fingering herself while she waited for her new lover's return.

   Candi got the dildo and looked up at the masturbating 40-something
blonde.  "You're so damn sexy," Candi told her, feeling like a little girl,
but unable to help it.

   She returned to the bed, dildo in hand, and rolled Susan onto her back.
The blonde's legs spread lewdly for her, allowing Candi easy access to her
reddening, shaved pussy.  Candi took advantage of that access, plunging the
dildo in with both hands, fucking her as hard as she could.  She moved on
Susan so that she was laying astride her, dildoing her with one hand and
now able to kiss her breasts.

   When Susan came for the third time, she begged Candi to stop.  "I'm
afraid I can't take anymore right now," she said, laughing, sighing, and
smiling all at once.  "It's been too long."

   Candi smiled and kissed her gently on the lips.  "To think, we never
would have done this if you hadn't been stealing my panties from the
laundry."

   Susan looked confused.  "What are you talking about?  I've never even
seen your panties.  You weren't even wearing any when you came over today."

   ***

   It had been three days since her encounter with Susan, and Candi was a
bit of a wreck.  Vidya had come home and found Candi's soiled panties in
the bedroom with the clean clothes, and then found out that Candi wasn't
wearing any panties at all right now, and where had she been without
panties?

   Candi tried to protest her innocence, but that hadn't gone very far. 
She smelled like sweat and the mixture of her and the older woman's juices,
and she knew it.

   So she was worried about her relationship with Vidya and she was even
more obsessed with finding out who was messing with her panties, and on top
of those things, she was enamored with Susan.  The older woman's experience
in bed was unmistakable, and that she with all her experience was attracted
to Candi made her even more potent.  In these three days, they had already
had two more dalliances in Susan's apartment.

   But on this third day, Candi came home from work to find her green satin
thong hanging from their doorknob.  A glance at the parking lot told her
she was safe, Vidya wasn't home yet.  She took the panties in hand,
uncrumpled them, and felt her stomach sink.  They were full of semen.

   "Oh my god," she said.  "A man."

   She crumpled the panties up, stuffed them in her pocket, and entered the
apartment as quickly as she could.  She froze in her tracks.  Vidya was
there.  Sitting on the couch, looking extremely angry.

   "My car's in the shop, remember?  I had a lift home."

   Candi forced a smile.  "Glad you made it!" she said, trying to be
enthusiastic.  Vidya normally got home two or three hours later than this.
Bad luck that her ride had to get her home earlier than that.

   "You know what I found when I got here?"

   Another sinking feeling.  She knew about the panties.  "Um, no, what?"

   Vidya's face was dark.  "A woman," she said.  "A blonde woman, about as
old as the two of us put together.  I think she has an apartment here.  Do
you know what she was doing?"

   "Steaming the carpets?"

   "She was on our bed, wearing one of your nightgowns, and fucking her old
cunt with my dildo."

   "She probably thought it was mine," Candi said meekly.

   Vidya's eyes flashed.  "I have a bag packed and a friend is coming to
pick me up.  I'll call you in a week or so to talk about this."

   There was to be no further conversation.  Vidya would not allow it. 
Candi was too angry, too hurt, too confused by her own feelings to rest
easily that night.  As she undressed for bed, she found the panties.  She'd
forgotten about them.  She unfurled them again.  Semen, for God's sake.  It
was pretty much dried out now.  She knew absolutely nothing about semen, so
she didn't know how fresh it would have been to still be gooey when she got
it, but she had a feeling that it must have been pretty recent.

   She set the thong on her nightstand.  She wasn't interested in men, but
it was always flattering to be desired, and curiosity was ever her
downfall. Candi wondering who had deposited his load in her thong.  and had
he liked the smell of her juices on it?  Had he tasted them?  Did men do
that?

   She knew that they did in stories, and in porn, but she didn't know if
that translated to real life.  She'd never really thought about it.  But
now she was somewhat curious...

   ***

   She did her laundry on schedule two days later.  She hadn't heard from
Vidya, and Susan was avoiding her, probably out of embarrassment.  When she
went to pick up her laundry from the drier, she paused to peak in through
the window.  Not much chance of catching the guy in action, but she could
always hope.

   And there he was.  She could barely see him through the blinds, and she
hoped he couldn't see her at all.  But, then again, she could tell his
attention was pretty focused -- and not on the window.  He was rifling
through...

   "Oh shit," she said.  She had forgotten.  She had one load in the drier,
but she had another load that hadn't been able to get in the washer yet,
because they were all taken.  The guy was in there, rifling through her
dirty clothes.

   He was fairly good looking, a man in his early thirties.  Clean cut by
all appearances.  Except that he was looking through a strange young
woman's dirty clothes.

   She watched him quietly, entranced by a voyeuristic thrill.  He finally
pulled out a pair of panties.  He knew what he was doing.  He pulled out a
pair that had been wetted with her sexual juices.  She had masturbated
herself in those panties while she and Susan watched some lesbian porn
together during their second rendezvous.

   The man took the panties in hand, looked nervously at the door, then
took a quick sniff.  He rubbed his crotch while he smelled them, and Candi
was surprised to find that arousing.  She watched, as fascinated with her
own response as with what he was doing, as the man took the panties to a
corner of the laundry room he apparently thought was private.  Glancing one
more time at the door, he unzipped his pants and removed his cock.

   It was not the first time she'd seen a cock, but it was the first time
she had, in person, seen a man stroke his cock.  And that's exactly what he
was doing.  He smelled her panties, licked her panties, rubbed them around
his face, all while stroking his cock.  She watched it harden, redden, grow
long and full.  She saw veins start to appear along its shaft, its head to
swell.  All while the man breathed in her aroma from her used panties.

   And then, only a couple of brief minutes later, she watched in amazement
as the man took the panties down and started to rub them up and down his
shaft.  He closed his eyes, and rubbed harder, faster, rubbing her dried
juices all over himself.

   Suddenly, he tensed up, quickly moved the panties to the tip of his
cock, and gritted his teeth.  She watched his cock spasm, until he pulled
it away, his sticky white seed stringing between his hardon and the panties
into which he had apparently just shot his load.

   He was smiling as he folded the panties up and tossed them not into her
dirty clothes where he'd found them but into her clean load in the drier.
He clearly wanted her to find it.

   Surprised to find herself flushed and aroused, Candi realized that a
part of her simply loved having this sort of effect on people.  She loved
to make people feel good sexually.  She got a thrill from the power, and
that thrill translated into sexual excitement of her own.

   She wasn't entirely comfortable with that, but it empowered her to live
on the edge.  She took a deep breath and went in to fetch her laundry
before the man had left.  She was very conscious of his eyes on her figure
as she bent over to pull her load out of the laundry.  She worked hard to
seem oblivious to what he had left her, but as she left she smiled at him
and made sure to exaggerate the feminine roll of her hips.  No harm in
giving him a little something extra to think about.

   When she got back to the apartment, though, she found herself dropping
the basket and digging through for the panties.  She found them, unfolded
them, and found herself staring at the sticky white filling.  To her it was
the physical manifestation, not of his manhood, but of her sexual power
over him.

   Curious, she reached out a long, elegant finger, dipped the tip in, and
brought it to her mouth.  It was just slightly warmer than room temp,
sticker even than it looked, and had a distinctive flavor.  The flavor of
sexual attraction.  The flavor of sexual power.

   She took a bigger scoop on her finger, and sucked it off.  Obsessed with
this new measure of her own sexuality, she bypassed the mediating finger
and reached her tongue out, scooping the man's cream directly from the
crotch of her soiled panties.

   Before she could think about what she was doing, Candi was licking and
sucking the panties with the vigor she might have a lovely pussy, all the
while fingering herself inside her jeans.  Finally overcome, she undid her
jeans, pulled them and her panties down to her ankles, and sat back on the
couch, her legs drawn up, and started rubbing the recently spermed panties
in her cunt.

   "God, I'm such a slut," she moaned aloud.  She wanted more, and she
kicked off shoes, jeans, and panties as quick as could.  Free, she went to
the bedroom, found the green thong which still was encrusted with the man's
dried semen.  She took the fresher panties into her mouth, tasting his and
her fluids together, and sat on the edge of her bed, frigging herself with
the old load.

   When she came, she nearly fell off the edge of the bed.  She had had
release, but she was not satisfied.

   In fact, she stewed for days on what she needed to do.  What she wanted
to do.  She had never been with a man, had never been interested in being
with a man.  But she kept seeing his growing erection in response to
thoughts of her, and that made her waiver.

   It was probably two weeks later, having had no further indications from
the man, that she finally saw which apartment he lived in.  And she made up
her mind.

   Candi pulled on a pair of black tights and a tight red sweater, and went
to pay a visit to the man who had appreciated her from a distance.

   When she knocked, the man opened the door, his eyes wide.  "Hello?" he
stammered.

   She gave him a cold look.  "We need to talk."

   He swallowed hard.  "Um, about what?"

   And that's when she noticed a woman and a child in the background.  "You
hit my car," she said.

   "I did?  When?  What?"

   "You hit my car," she insisted.  "Come, see."

   "Come?"

   "Come.  Definitely."

   "Now?"

   "Come now or come never," she said, pivoting on her heel and walking
away, rolling those hips and swaying that ass again.

   He followed, as she knew he would.

   She went to her apartment and left the door opening.  He followed her
in, as she knew he would.

   "So I hit your car?" he asked.

   She shut the door.  "Have a seat," she said, motioning him to the couch.
Once he had sat down, she said, "This isn't about my car."

   "Oh?"

   "You've been doing something very naughty," she said, stepping up close
to him.  t He stammered again.  "What?"

   "My panties," she said, standing right up in front of him.

   He licked his lips.  "You know it was me?"

   She nodded.  "You seem to enjoy them."

   He squirmed, said nothing.

   "Does your wife know?"

   He blanched.  "No, she would be crushed."

   Candi looked at him, looked at his lap, and knew that more than
anything, she wanted to see him grow erect again.  "I have a question for
you," she said, hooking her fingers under her waistband.

   "Yes?" he asked, swallowing hard.  His eyes were on that waistband.

   "Do you like how they smell just as much when they're still on me?" she
asked, trembling.  The twenty-four year-old brunette lowered her tights to
her knees and literally climbed onto the couch, standing astraddle him, the
crotch of her silver tiger-stripe panties in his face.

   "Good god," he uttered, taking a deep breath, and sighing with pleasure
as she gently pulled his head to her crotch.  "Oh, god, sweetie, you smell
so good." She gyrated a little, rubbing her panties in his face.  "Oh,
yeah, baby, oh yeah," he groaned, rubbing his nose in her crotch.  She
grabbed his head more firmly and he started kissing her, licking her
panties and sucking on her crotch.  With one hand he massaged her amazing
young ass and with the other he started rubbing his crotch.

   Candi found that she loved the strength of his hand gripping her
backside and feel of his masculine face in her lap.  She spread her legs a
little more, allowing him even easier access.  The hand with which he had
been rubbing himself suddenly went up to her, and he started to squeeze and
fondle her through her panties.

   "Don't hold back, baby," she begged.  "Take what you want."

   "Fuck, you're hot," the man said, immediately wrestling her panties down
to her knees where her tights were.  He looked at her.  "You have a very
pretty pussy."

   The compliment, naturally, hit deep inside her and she scraped her nails
along the back of his head, pulling him into her.  He gripped her ass,
pulling her up to him.  Her knees were resting on his shoulders as his
mouth worked roughly over her cunt.  His fingers sunk deep in her soft ass,
bruising her in his passion.  He was inexpert compared to any woman she'd
been with, but his desire was overwhelming.  He was man-handling her, but
to her surprise she loved it.  She knew that as the focus of so much
passion, she was the one really in control, not him, despite the strength
with which he held her.

   Candi reached down, felt the man's crotch.  He was hard inside his
pants. She had done that to him.  The realization that she had just
transformed this man's body sent a thrill through her whole body, and she
climaxed, crying out and squeezing her thighs in on his face.

   Panting and still shaking, she extricated herself from his grasp, and
began licking her juices off his face.  As she did she unzipped his pants.
It took a little nerving, even amidst this flurry of passion, but she
reached inside and wrapped her cool fingers around his member.  He was hot
to the touch, harder than she'd imagined.  She could feel his pulsing lust.

   "You're so hard," she purred as she kissed him on the mouth.  His mouth
was firmer, rougher than a woman's, but his tongue was larger than most
she'd tasted, and she loved the way it filled her mouth.

   He was still caressing her naked ass and thighs as she sat next to him,
kissing his face and stroking his hardening cock.  She finally plucked it
free of his pants, and her eyes went wide.  In person, the color and heat
of it was incredible.

   "You feel good, baby?" she asked him, stoking him slowly.

   "Better than ever," he said, eyes closed and head thrown back.

   She leaned over him and let a long line of saliva drool out of her mouth
onto the head of his cock.  She watched excitedly as it twitched under her
attention, and a plop of clear fluid came out.  She used the fluid to lube
his tip up.

   "You wanna feel even better?" she asked.

   His face flushed.  "Are you gonna give me a blow job?"

   "I could," she said, "but I'll give you another option." She stood, and
peeled her tights and panties the rest of the way off.

   She left her tight sweater on.  "You see," she said, "I've never been
with a man before."

   She scooted to the end of the couch, hunching over and presenting her
rear entrance to him.  "In fact, I've never even had a dildo before," she
added, looking back at him through her hair which now fell over her face.
She loved the way his eyes widened and his breathing grew more shallow. 
"Would you like to change that?"

   "Holy fuck," he swore, staring at her pussy from behind as he pulled his
shoes off awkwardly and then his pants and boxers.  He got behind her, and
reached in to feel and see if she was ready.  She was plenty wet, but she
was glad he used his big fingers inside her first, because she was a little
afraid of taking his whole cock inside her.

   Candi closed her eyes and moaned as the man's strong, rough fingers
loosened her up a little.  She rocked back and forth, and suddenly she felt
it.  Pressure at her entrance.  Then more pressure.  A little more.  And
then she screamed as she felt her lips peeled aside as he plunged into her
depths.  Her fluids gushed out down her legs, and she continued to scream,
loving the feel of his warm strength filling her and massing her walls from
the inside.

   "Oh, god, fuck me!  Fuck me!" she cried out, humping back against him.

   "Oh, honey!" he grunted.  "Your pussy feels so good!"

   "Don't stop!" she begged, rocking harder and harder.  "I love your
cock!"

   "You're so beautiful draped over the arm of the couch like that," he
told her, massaging her ass.  "Your body is so gorgeous."

   She strained to look back at him, loved the way his passion was turning
his face read.  "Is my pussy tighter than you're wife's?" she asked,
panting.

   "Fuck yeah," he said.

   "Do you like my body better than you like hers?"

   "Oh yeah."

   "Do I make you feel better than she does?"

   "Yes."

   "Are you going to think of me every time your wife gives you a blowjob?"

   "Yes."

   "Every time you start to fuck your wife, and you feel her pussy are you
going to have to pull out because it doesn't feel like mine?"

   "Oh god, honey."

   She started to add a little roll into her rocking.

   "God, honey," he said again, "you're incredible."

   "Are you ever going to be able to have sex again without comparing it
me?"

   "No, holy fuck, no."

   "Than fuck me like a man!" she demanded, throwing herself back into him
as hard as she could.

   He moved faster, harder, at a more upward angle.  She felt her walls
begin to swell and her body started to tense.  She felt his thrusts grow
more deliberate, but more aggressive at the same time.

   "I'm gonna cum," he warned her, gripping her ass even tighter.  "I'm
gonna cum."

   "Fill my pussy, baby!  Fill my tight, twenty-four year-old cunt with
your cum!  Drain that monster cock of yours!"

   "Oh, god, oh god..."

   "Don't bother leaving any for your wife.  Give it all to me, baby.  Give
it to me!"

   And his fingers dug down practically to bone, his thrusting stopped
deep, deep inside her, and she felt his cock pulse and jerk, and as it did,
it brought her over the top, and she too came, collapsing forward on the
arm of the couch.  She felt his warm seed fill her, and then dribble back
down her thighs.  It was thick and sticky, but it still trickled a little.

   After waiting a moment to catch her breath and let her body calm down,
she turned around and saw him sitting there, his cock sagging, his eyes
glued on her backside.

   "You're so beautiful," he said again.  "Thank you, that was incredible."

   Candi smiled and blushed with the praise.  "Thank you," she said,
pulling her sweater off over her head finally.  She was wearing no bra
underneath and the material had rubbed her nipples to arousal.  "You've
opened me up to a whole new kind of experience...  literally..."

   She reached down and touched his cock.  She saw it quiver.  Curious, she
crawled over to him, totally naked now, and reached her tongue out to lick
his cock.  She tasted his semen and her juices on it, and she liked the way
its substance felt.  She licked it again, and loved the way that made him
moan.  She opened her lips, and took the tip of him into her mouth.  As she
sucked gently on it and massaged it with her lips, her tongue swirling
about it, she felt it harden again, responding to her with desire.

   And she knew that, somewhere along the line, she had grown to love sex,
and that she no loner cared if it was with a woman or a man.  She simply
loved the way it made her feel to give someone this kind of physical
pleasure.

   She slid him deep into her mouth, then gagged on his girth in her
throat, pulling off and leaving a trail of saliva behind.  "My name's
Candi," she said, going down to place kisses on the side of his shaft.  She
was almost able to curl her long tongue around its circumference.

   "I'm Mark," he said, his voice trembling.

   She blew on him and watched as he began to harden again before his eyes.
"Thanks, Mark, for stealing my panties," she purred before taking him in
her mouth again.

   "Fuck, you're, oh fuck, you're welc- oh god, honey."

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