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Title: First White Cotton Panties
I guess the very first time I saw a woman (or anyone) in white cotton panties, was as a toddler, crawling on all fours on the first house I remember living in. It was Winter and my mother was standing over a floor hot air register, so the rising heat would warm her legs and etc. Being curious, I crawled under her skirt and looked up at her white cotton panties--and kept on looking until my father noticed what I was up to and yanked me roughly from my vantage point, saying something like "That's enogugh of that!" So I knew I was onto to something, and that he knew it too.
I had a sister almost a year younger than I was, so I must have seen her or her panties a few times, but I don't recall any incident at all. Strange...
The next white cotton panties I remember seeing were being worn by a girl about 7 or 8, who nervously and excitedly raised her short plaid skirt (all little girls at that time seemed to wear short plaid skirts) when she and a friend of ours were engaging in a sex game, and she was exspecting to be asked to show her genitals. But my friend, who had won the little game, had his penis out, pointed it at me, and said, "suck it." It was the first cock I had ever seen except mine (I had no brothers) and I was fascinated to learn more about it. The idea of having it in my mouth was novel and exciting, so I obeyed, though I could have refused. I sucked the dick for not nearly long enough as far as I was concerned, until he began peeing in my mouth. I was startled and excited even more at this, and swolled his urine for a few seconds; it was warm and salty with another taste, but not unpleasant. Then it dawned on me that none of this was what "good little boys" did, so I backed off and ran away in a show of what I hoped the boy and the little girl, whose panties I had been looking at while I suck my friend's cock, was humiliation and anger. I was immediately sorry I had not stayed there, and that he would order me to do the same very soon again. But he never did.
When we were 14 or 15, my sister and I were friends of the neighborhood slut--I suspect I could have had her any time, but was simply too shy to approach her. My sister told me about times she was allowed, even ecouraged, to watch our slut friend fuck and suck, preferably high school and college boys. Once there was only a younger kid around when the slut felt like sucking dick, my sister said, but he was too young to ejaculated. When our friend said "Can you shoot something good in my mouth?" the boy obliged with a stream of pee, which she happily swollowed. Some time later, having heard this story, the slut and I were sheltering from the heat of Summer day by lying on our backs under my backporch, on the dry, cool sand. I desprately wanted to do something with her or to her, or have her do something to me, but I was so hoffibly shy I could not bring myself to make the first move until I saw that she had wriggled back on the sand so her, yes, white cotton panties were showing. I got up enough courage to put my hand on her genitals. She said and did nothing for awhile, but then I felt a wet warmth through her panties. That was enough for me to place my mouth over the growing yellow stain on her white panties. I even slipped my hands under her hips and slid the still soaking wet white panties down off her legs, balled them up and stucked on them until I had the courage to lower my mouth down onto her pee-wet cunt, and began licking and sucking it.
It never got any farther than that, but I was more than satisfied. I kept those wet panties under my mattress and sucked them every night until they became so rank and fragrant that I was afriad my father (he always seemd to be the one to find me out) would smell them and I couldn't even imagine what would happen.
The next time I saw white cotton panties, they were on my high shcool girlfriend--she had to approach me before anything happened, and that was true for every relationship I had afterwards.
Theads I answered on gay websites many years later can be regarded as "the first move" I merely answered and agreed to meet a man in a motel or at my place. In these encounters, even though I had started wearing panties and lingerie of all kinds under my day time clothes, I would take them off--I was afraid the guy whose cock and ass I was going to suck would think a man in panties was too weird. But one afternoon I had forgotten to slip out of my white cotton panties, that I had worn to work, as i did every day. He was already naked, with a healthy penis beginning to engorge, when he saw I was trying to hide the lace-trimmed panties among the bundle of my "masculine" clothes. When he asked, I embarrassedly explained, and far from being disgusted at the idea, he ordered me to put on sexy panties, garder belt, thigh-high stocking, and a bra. His cock grew bigger and bigger, and when I went down on my knees in front of him, he blew his load in a shorter time than I or he wished. But I made up for it by getting on my knees in back of him and giving what I think was my first rim job. So my date was very happy when he went home to his wife, and I had discovered asslicking and tongue-fucking, which became my second favorite thing to do on my knees. And all because of white cotton panties.
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