She reached into the drawer, still not awake, and absentmindedly grabbed for them – a pair of simple cotton panties. Not new, not old, but worn and washed already many times. The feminine forget-me-not print had already started to fade. When her fingers found them, they were balled up and twisted on themselves from the dryer’s mad spinning but they were soft – so very soft and smelled faintly of the scented candles that, for no particular reason, she had always stored with her panties. Pamela raised her left knee slightly and stepped into one of the leg holes and then quickly into the other one. Bending over now, the breathtaking, over-sized but gloriously rounded swells of the 42 year old’s ass cheeks presented a glorious view for the Gods or anyone else ambitious enough to rise at this early hour and look in through Pamela’s bedroom window.
Pamela stretched the pristine panties wide as she shimmied them up her shapely calves, over her slightly bent knees, and up the fleshy thick thighs that had bent the backs of her fortunate lovers and wrung lust from them, like juice from a ripe peach. Pamela’s panties were stretched now almost to tearing as she eased them up and over the twin melons of her ass and let go of the waist band with a snap. SNAP! The soft cotton clung tightly to the contours of her cheeks, and nestled in the moist cleft of her cunt. Girls have pussies – Pamela was blessed with a cunt, a ravenous but sensuous organ that gave Pamela and so many others pleasures so intense they would surely have been declared unholy, had they been known to any church-going types. Pamela filled her panties to the brim and through the course of each day they became increasingly intimate with her. By evening, they were something quite different from the fluffy freshly scented cotton wads that slumbered in her dresser drawer.
Pamela finished dressing, donning a tastefully flimsy bra that accentuated her nipples and showed just enough of her globes to remind you of a pair of misplaced ass cheeks – should you be lucky enough to steal a glimpse. She finished off with a white silky blouse open nearly to the bottom of her breast bone and a short black skirt beneath which Pamela’s panties would marinate in all the varied and wonderful juices that Pamela produced daily; juices that rarely received the appreciation they deserved.
Finished with the drowsy business of getting dressed, Pamela hurriedly gulped her morning coffee while she reviewed the various papers she would need for the day’s errands and appointments. The phone rang and more precious time was taken answering an unnecessary question. Finally with breakfast concluded, she collected her papers and was ready to head out the door when she felt an insistent urge to pee – the coffee!
Pamela hiked her skirt up and eased the tight cotton down to her knees and lowered herself on to the seat, releasing the strong yellow stream before she was seated. She sighed in relief and quickly dabbed her wet lips with tissue paper before hurriedly pulling the panties back up. Warm droplets clung like golden dew to Pamela’s curls and dissolved into the soft cotton crotch as Pamela strode out the door and settled into the driver’s seat, the pressure opening her quim ever so slightly, allowing her panties to drink in more pee.
The morning was stressful with Pamela running from one errand and appointment to another. The unseasonably hot and humid Carolina morning added to her discomfort and Pamela was sweating by 10 AM. Salty beads of sweat formed between Pamela’s ass cheeks and dripped down the valley to join Pamela’s pee in the soft cotton crotch. Gulping ice tea and lemonade between appointments, Pamela had peed and anointed her panties twice more by the time she joined a perspective employer for lunch. He was a psychiatrist whose ad for a receptionist she had eagerly responded to. The opportunity to work for a psychiatrist and escape the boredom of her current job in an accountant’s office had her excited but anxious. She wanted the job badly but had always been nervous about interviews – especially for situations she wanted badly. Thankfully, this one turned out not to be stressful at all; in fact, Pamela found the middle-aged doctor’s rugged handsomeness and easy manner quite charming. Her glance at his crotch went no more unnoticed than his several reconnaissance trips into her cleavage. And as the lunch progressed and an offhanded touch was exchanged here and there, Pamela was pleased to notice a palpable sexual tension building between them. Her cunt began to throb and she could feel her nipples hardening. She knew her stingers would be protruding visibly and invitingly through the silk of her blouse and that pleased her very much.
Lunch ended with a hug, a hand lingering for an instant on her ass cheek, and an unmistakably sensual “goodbye” breathed into his ear. As she was driving off on her next errand, her cell phone rang; it was him. He wondered if she could stop by his office later that afternoon – about 3. There was something he had forgotten to discuss with her. Pamela felt a twinge in her clit and almost instinctively ran her hand between her legs, searching it out. “Yes” she said, she would be there.
Pamela, early for her afternoon work-out at the gym, made a detour into the lady’s room. As she sat on the seat waiting for gravity and the contractions in her bowels to relieve her, she struggled to keep the thoughts her lunch date had inspired in her from overcoming her. She lost the battle and was soon eagerly messaging her clit with one hand and pulling on her right nipple with the other. Skillfully, she alternated fingering her rosebud with two-fingered explorations of her vagina while she pulled harder on her nipple. Pamela bit her lip as she came hard and a flood ran over her fingers. She moaned while the tide went out, a smile of satisfaction spreading over her lovely mouth. Pamela finished her business and entered the gym with a curious flush on her face. “Damn but its hot today.” she complained to a couple of women who were already hard at work on the weights.
While she worked out, her sweat and quim-nectar moistened the chocolate pucker of her asshole and a sable streak formed in the cotton valley between her cheeks. Driving away from the gym, the atmosphere just under Pamela’s skirt had begun to give a hint of the wonders within Pamela’s panties. Occasionally as she shifted in her seat, Pamela caught a whiff of her exotic bouquet, “That poor doctor hasn’t got a chance” she thought smiling to herself.
Fifteen minutes after a hasty exit from the gym (no time to shower!) she was knocking at his door. He opened it smiling and launched easily into the silly subterfuge he had invented to lure her there. Pamela didn’t hesitate, she ended the charade by leaning over his desk and exposing her magnificent cleavage. “It’s so hot in here” she sighed, “it’s a shame we can’t take some of these clothes off”. Looking into her eyes as she leaned forward, he moved his gaze to her tits, but politely returned his attention to her face when Pamela began to speak. He looked back into her eyes, and saw lust – lust that didn’t simply invite, but urgently compelled him to act.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately pulling her blouse open as he did. He buried his face in her cleavage and pulled her breasts out of their cups and devoured them hungrily as Pamela reached for and found his fly, quickly freeing what proved to be an admirable cock. With one swipe of his hand, he cleared his desk top and laid Pamela roughly down on it, so that her ass was on the desk’s edge. As he pushed Pamela’s skirt up over her waist, rich, earthy aromas filled his nostrils, and, to Pamela’s delight, his cock responded by tripling its length and girth, its cockshead swelling until it turned purple and pulsed with boiling blood. He deftly pulled the already sopping crotch of Pamela’s panties to one side and thrust his swollen, throbbing organ into her slick vagina. Pamela wrapped her muscular thighs around his back and arched into him, meeting his every downward thrust with an upward thrust of her own. As his cock pistoned in and out of Pamela’s pulsating twat, the crotch of her panties rubbed up and down the glistening shaft of his cock, absorbing the thick brew of Pamela’s nectar and his cum. He let out a howl as Pamela cumming, bit hard into his shoulder and, bucking like a mare, nearly broke his back with the force of her thighs, closing on him like nut crackers. The force of her orgasms and the pain caused him to cum for the second time in minutes and he shuddered against her sweaty breasts, his legs nearly going out from under him.
They parted, now soon-to-be professional associates (there was no question in either of their minds about who would be the good doctor’s receptionist, starting next week). If the poor man had any notions that their tryst would somehow translate into a business advantage, Pamela would disabuse him of it in a heartbeat. He would find out soon enough the difference between her formidable self and all the submissive women he had spent his life surrounding himself with. Pam went home satisfied and not the least bit concerned that she had a dinner date with young Alex in barely 2 hours. The innocent lad had no idea what he was in for; the pump had been primed.
As she stripped to enter the shower, she was about to toss the exquisitely anointed panties into the dirty clothes basket when she realized her folly. Instead, she stuffed them into her purse and closed the clasp before stepping under the relaxing cascade of the shower.
Alex was the shy, 15 year old, virgin, sexually repressed, but perpetually horny, son of the Baptist minister who lived next door to Pamela. For 2 years, he had been secretly spying (or so he thought) on Pamela while she sunbathed in her back yard or on the many occasions when he volunteered to help with her yard work. Unfortunately he was forever stumbling because his eyes were always fixed either on Pam’s magnificent ass, which threatened to burst the seams of her cutoff jeans or, if she were walking towards him, on her enormous firm breasts barely contained by her clinging, sweat-soaked t-shirts. On more than one occasion, the horny teenager had to excuse himself to rush home and masturbate, often sending ribbons of thick white semen into the air as he looked longingly at her through the bathroom window.
Pamela of course was well aware of all of this and had been waiting for her chance to deflower the preacher’s son for over a year now. Finally her opportunity had arrived. The week before, Alex’s mother had stopped by to tell Pam that she and her husband would be flying to a Baptist preacher’s workshop in Texas and would be gone for a week. She was sure the high school senior would be fine by himself, but she would be grateful if Pam would be kind enough to help him if he needed anything. Pam smiled and said that Alex had a special place in her heart and she would see to it that he had everything he needed while they were away. Pam’s warm smile and comforting voice belied the depraved Devil’s Sabbath the wantonly wicked woman was, at that very moment, planning for the defiling of the good Christian mother’s beloved, yet-untainted son.
Alex couldn’t believe his eyes the day before when, while helping Pam in her yard, she called him over behind her house and asked him to unbutton her blouse so her sweaty breasts could be soothed by the cool evening air. “My hands are all covered with dirt Alex – I need your help” He stammered and was briefly paralyzed until Pam snapped him out of it, “Come on Alex! Do us both a favor and set my poor tits free!”
With trembling hands, Alex undid her buttons and pulled her blouse open and stood in wide-eyed wonderment, gazing at the vision before him. She allowed his eyes to feast on her for a minute or so before returning her attention to the flower bed and Alex trudged back to work in the front yard, disappointed that apparently, nothing more was going to happen. But 10 minutes later as he was leaving for home, Pamela again called him to her.
“Alex you’ve been such a big help to me and now you’re all alone in that big house…How’d you a like a real date with me tomorrow night – dinner on me?” Alex’s eyes lit up like lighthouse beams and he nearly jumped for joy. They agreed to meet the next night at Pamela’s favorite restaurant.
As he waited for Pamela in the restaurant, a thousand lurid fantasies flashed in Alex’s head, lighting up his brain like Times Square at midnight. Finally his mental reverie was interrupted when Pamela walked in; Pam of course looked ravishing. As he squirmed in his chair and trembled from lust, she made small talk and told him a few dirty jokes before abruptly looking at her watch and declaring, “Oh Damn! I forgot, honey. I have to give a friend a ride to the airport.”
It would be hard to say which fell faster and harder, Alex’s heart or his cock.
“Listen honey, did you bring the keys to the church like I asked you?”
“Yes Pam, but what do you need them for, I’m not supposed to give them to anyone”
“Alex, This very night, I’m going to make some music with a rhythm the likes of which has never been heard in that church. If you are a real man and do what I tell you, you can join me in the choir. Give me the keys.”
As Alex handed Pamela the keys, she opened her purse dropped them in and then drew out her wet, stained, reeking panties. Putting one hand behind Alex’s head, she gently rubbed her panties across Alex’s nose and mouth with her other hand.
“Open” she said firmly, as she began to stuff the defiled panties into Alex’s mouth.
“Alex, I will be at the church at 9 o’clock and you can join me there if you will be man enough to chew up those panties in the next hour. I’ll be lying on your father’s purple vestment on the alter, under the big gold cross. Come morning, I think there will be a lot of wet spots on it [she winked]. Tonight, all of your most perverted fantasies will come true and together we will make Baptist history…but you need to eat your dinner first and slowly, so you can savor every ounce of it. Such a sumptuous feast for a young boy …I spent all day preparing it for you.”
His head spinning, intoxicated by the primal bouquet and flavors of Pamela’s panties, Alex looked after her in amazement as she walked out the door. He adjusted his cock which was now reincarnated and bent over double in his pants. And then Alex began to chew.