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Katie Calls the Shots, Part Two
Flushing a furious crimson all over, Katie's big sister threw herself back down in her seat, but only long after I and the whole of the café had learned she wore matching white knickers underneath her tennis skirt. She couldn't have known how thunderstruck the revelation had left me. I'd had to freeze, knowing full well that at a sight like that, the least little twitch of my hand would have brought on a sensation with which I was only too familiar. Even now, I hardly dared breathe!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Katie Calls the Shots, Part One
The mere sight of Katie’s cheesy smile brought such stirrings to the front of my underwear as to make me light-headed. I couldn’t help it. It was the first time I’d seen her since that afternoon at her house, more than a week ago. Then when she drew near and the smell of her hit, I knew I’d be stiff for all to see in the space of seconds. She was more like fruit cocktail than ever, and the slightest sniff brought back every memory of what we’d shared in her room.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Willpower, Part Five
Oh wow! Katie’s big sister was sunbathing in the shrubbery directly below the bedroom window where I stood. She looked awesome, taller and far fuller in the hips and thighs than Katie was, with a long shiny sheet of straight fair hair instead of the latter’s curls. I couldn’t believe how skimpy her bikini was! Practically everything of her was on show, and the pale glimmer of her lovely outstretched form was making me feel faint.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Willpower, Part Four
With Katie's knickers in one fist before my face and the other hand up my boy-skirt, I drew in a deep breath and began. The first clumsy touch was heaven, mingled with twinges of too-tight underpants pain, my fingers squelching down on stiffness while essence of Katie sluiced through my nostrils and fired desire all through my body to the tips of my toes. The rapturous teeming centre of it though was the front of my underwear, and I groped again greedily then pressed down hard with my palm, gathering up my pants-fabric then releasing again in a continuous motion I couldn't get enough of. And all the time I sniffed, eyes closed in bliss, clutching Katie's precious panties to my nose and lips. They were suffused with her. I couldn't imagine what she did in them all day to get them smelling like that!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Willpower, Part Two
Katie and I sat together on the bus as we headed back to hers after gym. She hadn't showered and smelled more than ever, but at least had changed back into her uniform which included a skirt, and stockings. These she was absent-mindedly tugging up as she sat beside me, one after the other. I stared, unable to drag my eyes away, even though I was fast becoming uncomfortably stiff in my underpants all over again.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
