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THE PANTY CLUB (A LESBIAN TALE) – PART 2
As was mentioned in the first part of this tale, Moïra was the owner of a chain of lingerie shops across the US. She had inherited it and was very rich. The first shop, started by her grandmother, was still there and there was an aura about it which attracted women who were, like Moïra and Reena, collectors of worn lingerie, especially panties.
Moïra visited the store quite often and brought a girl friend with her every time. Reena had gone many times so Moïra decided to take along her British friend who had come over for family reasons. Pamela was about Moïra’s age and they had met through the lingerie trade since Pamela was also in the business. She owned two stores, one of which was in London and quite a favorite spot for every visiting lesbian. Pamela was also a panty collector and was the one who had exchanged knickers by mail with Moïra.
Moïra came to her store with Pamela at 10AM which was opening time. Marsha greeted her with respect and affection. Marsha had been a saleswoman there for the last 20 years. She knew her panties inside out (sorry !). Moïra and Pamela settled in the owner’s posh office since it was quite a voyeur’s paradise. There were four changing rooms and there were three hidden cameras in every one of them. Of course, the main camera, concealed as a security camera, covered the entire store. Moïra could control each camera from a large computer on her desk. She could see one room at a time or all four. She could zoom in on someone or have a wide-angle shot. Pamela was amazed at the technology and was very interested in looking into this for her shop. Both women undressed since the office was locked and all d****s were closed. They could be together and have some fun without being disturbed or they could walk out into a changing room naked if they wanted to join the action. Pamela was a short rather plump woman with quite a rack and a good pair of buttocks. Those small fire hydrants were full of energy. She climbed on Moïra’s knees as the two lesbians played with the computer until clients came in (men were not allowed by the way)
The first lady to arrive was obviously a business type. Very classic Chanel woollen suit, scarf, high heels and just out of a hair salon. Marsha knew her since they kissed on the cheek. Even at 60, Marsha had lesbian written all over her. She undressed women with her eyes as they walked in. A few minutes later, another mature woman arrived. Marsha also knew her. The new arrival was very different from the first although just as attractive, but in a different way. She was the “soccer mom” type with designer jeans, a light blue blouse, short cowboy boots, and short black hair. She and Marsha nodded at each other. One could feel the competition between them although the soccer mom was 20 years younger.
“Butch”, whispered Pamela into Moïra’s ear. The boss pinched Pamela’s nipple and the two women kissed. Moïra could feel a few drops of Pamela’s cunt juices on her thigh. They were already getting horny. As soon as the second woman walked in, the scene changed. Marsha was out of the game and reluctantly retreated behind the cash register. She had been out-butched. It was between Chanel and Mom. Chanel was in the panty section and Mom was pretending to look at bras. Mom dropped a bra on the floor and bent over to pick it up, showing her tight jeans hugging her pear-shaped ass to Chanel. Chanel took off her jacket and gave it to Marsha to put under the counter. She unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse, complaining to Marsha about the heat. She turned to Mom and bent over giving her a good view of her loose tanned tits. Moïra and Pamela were riveted to the screen as they watched the two mature lesbians circle each other. Who was going to make the first move ? The butch did.
“Do you mind if I have a look also ? I think there are enough panties here for both of us”, said Mom smiling.
“There are enough panties here for all the first-year girls at the university”, said Chanel, revealing her occupation.
“I would have loved to have a professor as beautiful as you when I was at university”, said Mom, daringly.
“Thank you”, simply said Chanel who was not yet ready to tangle.
“What do you think of those ?”, asked Mom who was not about to give up that quickly.
“I like the shape. I think they would hold what I can just imagine”, answered Chanel who was showing interest for the first time.
“If you like the feeling of warm wool on your skin, I would take those if I were you”, said Mom picking up a pair of micro-panties which would just sink into all cracks.
“Let’s try them on”, said Mom who was obviously in charge and knew the seduction dance was over.
Marsha opened the door to the first changing room and looked up at the camera, raising her eyebrows. Pamela jumped off Moïra’s knees and wheeled a chair next to her friend. The lesbians were not going to miss a minute of this fuck.
Chanel and Mom walked into the changing room together. There was nothing to hide. Both knew what was going to happen and they were bursting with lust.
First the foot ware was kicked to a corner, then the blouses came off, then the skirt and jeans. Both women faced each other in their thong. Mom took hers off first and rolled it into a ball. Chanel did the same. Both women delicately put her panties under the nose of the other. They were inhaling hard, like at the doctor’s, and smelled the other’s well-used cunt-soaked underwear. Tummies touched and tits also. Mom looked at the carpeted floor. It would do. She had been here before, so had Chanel. Both had fucked and been fucked in a changing room in this store. The next few minutes were a blur to Moïra and Pamela. The two women fell to the carpet with Mom on top. Mom stuffed her panties, rolled into a small ball, into Chanel’s mouth. Mom opened her mouth to receive Chanel’s similar offering. Then the women took their position, preparing for the fuck. They went missionary, the two mops, one black the other blonde, started rubbing up and down. Mom moved her hips against Chanel’s open thighs. Chanel crossed her legs around Mom’s waist. These women knew how to fuck woman to woman. Both were chewing on the other’s panties, squeezing tits and rubbing noses. Spit was dribbling from their mouth, Mom’s falling on Chanel’s face and neck; Chanel’s rolling down to her neck and ending up on the floor. They had found the right position to clit-rub. It was a question of a few minutes before they both had a strong orgasm and screamed. Even Marsha heard them. The panties fell out of their mouth. They kissed for the first time. The changing room smelled like a wet cunt. The women grabbed the other’s panties as a souvenir. Something to smell later that evening as they masturbated , each in their own house.
Moïra and Pamela had been furiously fingering each other as they watched the live lesbian fuck. They just needed to 69 until each had time to lick the other’s clit once or twice and they exploded like two squirting grenades. The women traded soaked panties to enjoy later.
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Once a month, Marsha organized what was like a wine tasting. She only invited special guests and , of course, Moïra was always welcome. You have probably guessed . It was a panty-sniffing buffet and sale. When a customer bought a pair of panties, she had to leave her used one at the store which made money both ways, with the new panties and reselling the old ones. Actually, Moïra had a kind heart and the money the store made with the used panties was always given to charities caring for battered, homeless or elderly women. The customers were aware of that and they gladly paid the high prices.
Marsha set up a few tables with about 50 panties, thongs but without rare items like knickers. These were kept for special auction sales (as we’ll see in another part). When the doors opened, dozens of horny women rushed into the store. Two of the changing rooms were used for the purpose of smelling and buying. The other two rooms ?….well..it depended on how horny the women were. Every panty or thong carried a number and there were price lists on the walls. The women were not allowed to try them on, only smell then. The panties were used to excite them, not to cover them. Many, if not all, the women were pantyless under their dress, skirt or rarely jeans.
“Oh Debra, this one I think is for you”, said Rachel who had just smelled a yellow thong
“ Mmmm, I don’t know. Let me smell you first and see”, answered Debra, who dropped to her knees and smelled Rachel’s bare cunt which she had uncovered by lifting the front of her skirt.
“No, I think it’s for you”, smiled Debra, her nose lingering against Rachel’s hairy muffin.
Rachel gave them to Marsha who put them in a bag after payment was made. Rachel kissed her friend and grabbed her naked buttocks to thank her.
“If you ladies want to “charm” each other, I would appreciate if you would move to of the two empty changing rooms.
“We have to find you something first, Debra”, insisted Rachel
The two lesbians sometimes had to elbow their way to what attracted them. Marsha was quick to calm tempers down before it got to pushing and shoving. Rachel and Debra were young secretaries who worked together in a law firm. They were regulars at those the panty-smelling events.
Finally, Debra settled for a thick older type of panties which seemed to have had quite a history judging from its price tag.
Rachel was envious and Debra promised to share. They could then move to changing room no.3 which was occupied only by another couple. The two secretaries didn’t hesitate to reach under each other’s skirt and started to make out next to the other couple who was already in a tight 69 on the carpet.
Some well-known women were often seen at these events: singers, sport stars, TV journalists. All these women had previously come out of the closet and were not at all shy about being seen in this lesbian-only environment. Since this was partly a charity-driven event, some celebrities asked for money for certain favors and gave it to Marsha for her charities.
That day, Angela Phillips, a star in the university female basketball team, had a line-up of women who had paid $ 50 each to purchase a pair of signed panties which the star had worn during a game. One woman took Angela to the washroom and paid her to piss on a pair of her own panties which she had brought for that purpose. Angela, a tall black beautiful woman, was also available for kissing, fingering, and tit sucking. At one point, she had a woman front and back, both licking happily at what they stared at. Angela and a TV newscaster were scheduled in a few months to give a sex show in one of the changing rooms. After sex, both women would be available to wipe their cunt with the panties brought to them. All this for charity !
Moïra and Pamela showed up when there was 15 minutes left to the event. Moïra knew Marsha usually picked someone from the crowd to satisfy her lust and Moïra could replace her at the cash. Even at 60, the lady wanted some and often. Marsha was one of the few women who actually wore a pair of panties. The old white panty type.
She had spotted a woman her age who didn’t seem indifferent to Marsha’s obvious signals. She looked shy but had been hanging around the tables long after making her purchase, glancing at Marsha from time to time. These two were on a collision course. Finally, Moïra had taken her place at the cash register, and Marsha made her way to the object of her desire. The woman had curly grey hair, a nice face but also a great pair and her ass jiggled when she walked, which drove Marsha mad with lust.
“Hi sweetie”, said Marsha, giving the woman a kiss on the lips
“Hey baby”, answered the woman, sticking her tongue out so that Marsha could suck it.
“I am wearing some”, said Marsha as the two women embraced
“I’m not”, whispered the woman
“I’ll trade you mine for sex”, bluntly informed Marsha
“Yeah…let’s go to no.4”, said the woman taking Marsha by the hand
Moïra and Pamela were observing the scene and wished they were in the office to see that fuck on the screen.
Changing room no.4 was half-full. Marsha reached until her skirt and slipped off her panties. Lillian grabbed them with both hands and put them to her face and nose. In the meantime, Marsha had undressed. Lillian followed suit. Marsha had recognized Lillian as the type of doll she was attracted to. The two lesbians had done this a thousand times. The got in position with Marsha mounting Lillian missionary-style. The butch slid her hands underneath to grab her bitch’s soft buttocks, her fingers moving into the crack. The two older women had a perfect fit: lips to lips, piss slit to piss slit, clit to clit. They fucked for what seemed like an hour, but it was only for about 10 minutes before they screamed their orgasm much to the appreciation of a small crowd which had gathered around them. They were covered in sweat, their bodies shiny also with cunt juices which had squirted all over them. As Marsha rolled over to be side by side with Lillian, some women took advantage of the situation and quickly wiped a pair of panties over the women’s cunt. Marsha and Lillian let them have their fun. The washrooms were filled with women getting piss samples from each other on their panties. Marsha and her lover needed to piss so they used a large empty plastic coffee cup and mixed their yellow nectar in it. The first thing they knew the coffee cup was gone and served as a substitute for those who couldn’t wet their underpants in the washrooms.
People started to leave, most carrying their precious purchases in a plastic bag. One woman asked Pamela for her panties, but she wasn’t wearing any. The woman didn’t believe her, so Pamela lifted her skirt to show a bushy naked British cunt. The tables were empty since Moïra had picked the remaining panties before someone walked away with them. Pamela invited the woman to get head to toe with her. Her invitation was gladly accepted and Moïra witnessed her British friend in a passionate 69 with a woman who could have been her mother.
Moïra got everybody out and let Pamela and her new flame suck each other off. Marsha, Lillian, Moïra, Pamela and her lover all retreated to a changing room for more sex, pissing, and panty sniffing. A good time was had by all.
THE END (for now)
As was mentioned in the first part of this tale, Moïra was the owner of a chain of lingerie shops across the US. She had inherited it and was very rich. The first shop, started by her grandmother, was still there and there was an aura about it which attracted women who were, like Moïra and Reena, collectors of worn lingerie, especially panties.
Moïra visited the store quite often and brought a girl friend with her every time. Reena had gone many times so Moïra decided to take along her British friend who had come over for family reasons. Pamela was about Moïra’s age and they had met through the lingerie trade since Pamela was also in the business. She owned two stores, one of which was in London and quite a favorite spot for every visiting lesbian. Pamela was also a panty collector and was the one who had exchanged knickers by mail with Moïra.
Moïra came to her store with Pamela at 10AM which was opening time. Marsha greeted her with respect and affection. Marsha had been a saleswoman there for the last 20 years. She knew her panties inside out (sorry !). Moïra and Pamela settled in the owner’s posh office since it was quite a voyeur’s paradise. There were four changing rooms and there were three hidden cameras in every one of them. Of course, the main camera, concealed as a security camera, covered the entire store. Moïra could control each camera from a large computer on her desk. She could see one room at a time or all four. She could zoom in on someone or have a wide-angle shot. Pamela was amazed at the technology and was very interested in looking into this for her shop. Both women undressed since the office was locked and all d****s were closed. They could be together and have some fun without being disturbed or they could walk out into a changing room naked if they wanted to join the action. Pamela was a short rather plump woman with quite a rack and a good pair of buttocks. Those small fire hydrants were full of energy. She climbed on Moïra’s knees as the two lesbians played with the computer until clients came in (men were not allowed by the way)
The first lady to arrive was obviously a business type. Very classic Chanel woollen suit, scarf, high heels and just out of a hair salon. Marsha knew her since they kissed on the cheek. Even at 60, Marsha had lesbian written all over her. She undressed women with her eyes as they walked in. A few minutes later, another mature woman arrived. Marsha also knew her. The new arrival was very different from the first although just as attractive, but in a different way. She was the “soccer mom” type with designer jeans, a light blue blouse, short cowboy boots, and short black hair. She and Marsha nodded at each other. One could feel the competition between them although the soccer mom was 20 years younger.
“Butch”, whispered Pamela into Moïra’s ear. The boss pinched Pamela’s nipple and the two women kissed. Moïra could feel a few drops of Pamela’s cunt juices on her thigh. They were already getting horny. As soon as the second woman walked in, the scene changed. Marsha was out of the game and reluctantly retreated behind the cash register. She had been out-butched. It was between Chanel and Mom. Chanel was in the panty section and Mom was pretending to look at bras. Mom dropped a bra on the floor and bent over to pick it up, showing her tight jeans hugging her pear-shaped ass to Chanel. Chanel took off her jacket and gave it to Marsha to put under the counter. She unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse, complaining to Marsha about the heat. She turned to Mom and bent over giving her a good view of her loose tanned tits. Moïra and Pamela were riveted to the screen as they watched the two mature lesbians circle each other. Who was going to make the first move ? The butch did.
“Do you mind if I have a look also ? I think there are enough panties here for both of us”, said Mom smiling.
“There are enough panties here for all the first-year girls at the university”, said Chanel, revealing her occupation.
“I would have loved to have a professor as beautiful as you when I was at university”, said Mom, daringly.
“Thank you”, simply said Chanel who was not yet ready to tangle.
“What do you think of those ?”, asked Mom who was not about to give up that quickly.
“I like the shape. I think they would hold what I can just imagine”, answered Chanel who was showing interest for the first time.
“If you like the feeling of warm wool on your skin, I would take those if I were you”, said Mom picking up a pair of micro-panties which would just sink into all cracks.
“Let’s try them on”, said Mom who was obviously in charge and knew the seduction dance was over.
Marsha opened the door to the first changing room and looked up at the camera, raising her eyebrows. Pamela jumped off Moïra’s knees and wheeled a chair next to her friend. The lesbians were not going to miss a minute of this fuck.
Chanel and Mom walked into the changing room together. There was nothing to hide. Both knew what was going to happen and they were bursting with lust.
First the foot ware was kicked to a corner, then the blouses came off, then the skirt and jeans. Both women faced each other in their thong. Mom took hers off first and rolled it into a ball. Chanel did the same. Both women delicately put her panties under the nose of the other. They were inhaling hard, like at the doctor’s, and smelled the other’s well-used cunt-soaked underwear. Tummies touched and tits also. Mom looked at the carpeted floor. It would do. She had been here before, so had Chanel. Both had fucked and been fucked in a changing room in this store. The next few minutes were a blur to Moïra and Pamela. The two women fell to the carpet with Mom on top. Mom stuffed her panties, rolled into a small ball, into Chanel’s mouth. Mom opened her mouth to receive Chanel’s similar offering. Then the women took their position, preparing for the fuck. They went missionary, the two mops, one black the other blonde, started rubbing up and down. Mom moved her hips against Chanel’s open thighs. Chanel crossed her legs around Mom’s waist. These women knew how to fuck woman to woman. Both were chewing on the other’s panties, squeezing tits and rubbing noses. Spit was dribbling from their mouth, Mom’s falling on Chanel’s face and neck; Chanel’s rolling down to her neck and ending up on the floor. They had found the right position to clit-rub. It was a question of a few minutes before they both had a strong orgasm and screamed. Even Marsha heard them. The panties fell out of their mouth. They kissed for the first time. The changing room smelled like a wet cunt. The women grabbed the other’s panties as a souvenir. Something to smell later that evening as they masturbated , each in their own house.
Moïra and Pamela had been furiously fingering each other as they watched the live lesbian fuck. They just needed to 69 until each had time to lick the other’s clit once or twice and they exploded like two squirting grenades. The women traded soaked panties to enjoy later.
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Once a month, Marsha organized what was like a wine tasting. She only invited special guests and , of course, Moïra was always welcome. You have probably guessed . It was a panty-sniffing buffet and sale. When a customer bought a pair of panties, she had to leave her used one at the store which made money both ways, with the new panties and reselling the old ones. Actually, Moïra had a kind heart and the money the store made with the used panties was always given to charities caring for battered, homeless or elderly women. The customers were aware of that and they gladly paid the high prices.
Marsha set up a few tables with about 50 panties, thongs but without rare items like knickers. These were kept for special auction sales (as we’ll see in another part). When the doors opened, dozens of horny women rushed into the store. Two of the changing rooms were used for the purpose of smelling and buying. The other two rooms ?….well..it depended on how horny the women were. Every panty or thong carried a number and there were price lists on the walls. The women were not allowed to try them on, only smell then. The panties were used to excite them, not to cover them. Many, if not all, the women were pantyless under their dress, skirt or rarely jeans.
“Oh Debra, this one I think is for you”, said Rachel who had just smelled a yellow thong
“ Mmmm, I don’t know. Let me smell you first and see”, answered Debra, who dropped to her knees and smelled Rachel’s bare cunt which she had uncovered by lifting the front of her skirt.
“No, I think it’s for you”, smiled Debra, her nose lingering against Rachel’s hairy muffin.
Rachel gave them to Marsha who put them in a bag after payment was made. Rachel kissed her friend and grabbed her naked buttocks to thank her.
“If you ladies want to “charm” each other, I would appreciate if you would move to of the two empty changing rooms.
“We have to find you something first, Debra”, insisted Rachel
The two lesbians sometimes had to elbow their way to what attracted them. Marsha was quick to calm tempers down before it got to pushing and shoving. Rachel and Debra were young secretaries who worked together in a law firm. They were regulars at those the panty-smelling events.
Finally, Debra settled for a thick older type of panties which seemed to have had quite a history judging from its price tag.
Rachel was envious and Debra promised to share. They could then move to changing room no.3 which was occupied only by another couple. The two secretaries didn’t hesitate to reach under each other’s skirt and started to make out next to the other couple who was already in a tight 69 on the carpet.
Some well-known women were often seen at these events: singers, sport stars, TV journalists. All these women had previously come out of the closet and were not at all shy about being seen in this lesbian-only environment. Since this was partly a charity-driven event, some celebrities asked for money for certain favors and gave it to Marsha for her charities.
That day, Angela Phillips, a star in the university female basketball team, had a line-up of women who had paid $ 50 each to purchase a pair of signed panties which the star had worn during a game. One woman took Angela to the washroom and paid her to piss on a pair of her own panties which she had brought for that purpose. Angela, a tall black beautiful woman, was also available for kissing, fingering, and tit sucking. At one point, she had a woman front and back, both licking happily at what they stared at. Angela and a TV newscaster were scheduled in a few months to give a sex show in one of the changing rooms. After sex, both women would be available to wipe their cunt with the panties brought to them. All this for charity !
Moïra and Pamela showed up when there was 15 minutes left to the event. Moïra knew Marsha usually picked someone from the crowd to satisfy her lust and Moïra could replace her at the cash. Even at 60, the lady wanted some and often. Marsha was one of the few women who actually wore a pair of panties. The old white panty type.
She had spotted a woman her age who didn’t seem indifferent to Marsha’s obvious signals. She looked shy but had been hanging around the tables long after making her purchase, glancing at Marsha from time to time. These two were on a collision course. Finally, Moïra had taken her place at the cash register, and Marsha made her way to the object of her desire. The woman had curly grey hair, a nice face but also a great pair and her ass jiggled when she walked, which drove Marsha mad with lust.
“Hi sweetie”, said Marsha, giving the woman a kiss on the lips
“Hey baby”, answered the woman, sticking her tongue out so that Marsha could suck it.
“I am wearing some”, said Marsha as the two women embraced
“I’m not”, whispered the woman
“I’ll trade you mine for sex”, bluntly informed Marsha
“Yeah…let’s go to no.4”, said the woman taking Marsha by the hand
Moïra and Pamela were observing the scene and wished they were in the office to see that fuck on the screen.
Changing room no.4 was half-full. Marsha reached until her skirt and slipped off her panties. Lillian grabbed them with both hands and put them to her face and nose. In the meantime, Marsha had undressed. Lillian followed suit. Marsha had recognized Lillian as the type of doll she was attracted to. The two lesbians had done this a thousand times. The got in position with Marsha mounting Lillian missionary-style. The butch slid her hands underneath to grab her bitch’s soft buttocks, her fingers moving into the crack. The two older women had a perfect fit: lips to lips, piss slit to piss slit, clit to clit. They fucked for what seemed like an hour, but it was only for about 10 minutes before they screamed their orgasm much to the appreciation of a small crowd which had gathered around them. They were covered in sweat, their bodies shiny also with cunt juices which had squirted all over them. As Marsha rolled over to be side by side with Lillian, some women took advantage of the situation and quickly wiped a pair of panties over the women’s cunt. Marsha and Lillian let them have their fun. The washrooms were filled with women getting piss samples from each other on their panties. Marsha and her lover needed to piss so they used a large empty plastic coffee cup and mixed their yellow nectar in it. The first thing they knew the coffee cup was gone and served as a substitute for those who couldn’t wet their underpants in the washrooms.
People started to leave, most carrying their precious purchases in a plastic bag. One woman asked Pamela for her panties, but she wasn’t wearing any. The woman didn’t believe her, so Pamela lifted her skirt to show a bushy naked British cunt. The tables were empty since Moïra had picked the remaining panties before someone walked away with them. Pamela invited the woman to get head to toe with her. Her invitation was gladly accepted and Moïra witnessed her British friend in a passionate 69 with a woman who could have been her mother.
Moïra got everybody out and let Pamela and her new flame suck each other off. Marsha, Lillian, Moïra, Pamela and her lover all retreated to a changing room for more sex, pissing, and panty sniffing. A good time was had by all.
THE END (for now)
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