Panty Raids

One of my mates at uni had read about American frat boys doing "panty-raids" - where they steal knickers from college girls - and we decided to have a go at it too. Some blokes took the easy option, just taking knickers from girls they were seeing or knew - some of them even asked for a pair! But, when I take up a challenge I really commit, and I knew I'd get ultimate kudos if I nicked a pair of panties from Leah, the horniest girl on campus. Getting into her hall of residence wasn't hard, and when I knocked on her door I found it unlocked even though she wasn't in. Soon, I was rummaging through her "drawer of drawers", but then I saw a basket of dirty washing in the corner. And there, on the top, was a worn pair of lemon-yellow knickers.

I grabbed them and couldn't resist taking a sniff. They couldn't have been off her long, as the gusset was still slightly damp but fresh-smelling. Just to be sure, I just sat there, breathing in the scent of them. I already had a semi-on, just from going through her underwear and now, sitting here with the soft, moist silk over my nose and mouth, my cock was throbbing. I stuck my hand inside my pants, just for a little stroke, but that soon became a full-blown wank.

And that's what I was doing when Leah walked in, wrapped in a towel. She'd just been having a shower. At first she just looked at me, gobsmacked, blocking the doorway so I couldn't make a run for it. Then she just let out a laugh and said she'd heard about the knicker thieves going around. I felt like such a total fucking twat, then realised she actually seemed to think it was funny. Then she said I was welcome to the knickers. They'd been a present from the bloke she'd dated for a year before coming to uni. Now it turned out he'd ditched her a few weeks ago for another girl, because he couldn't do a long-distance relationship any more. There was just one thing for it - turning on the charm. I said he must have been mental to dump her, and that she must be beating off blokes with a stick now she was single. "Well, you'd know all about beating off," she said. I decided I'd better go before I any more of a dick of myself, but as I went past her she let the towel drop. I stopped dead for a few seconds, just taking in the sight of her - she had that sort of body, fit as fuck but with biggish, juicy tits. Then we just got down to it.

She felt incredible, her skin and hair still slightly wet from the shower, and once we'd broken off from snogging, I just started to lick my way down her body. I sucked on her tits, but now I wanted to smell and taste her juices direct from her pussy. I pulled her lips apart, then reamed my tongue along her slit, probing for her opening as she splayed herself wider. Then I just lapped and sucked away. I had one hand on her clit and the other on my cock, and while she was loving me going down, she wanted more. She wanted me to fuck her, to get her over the stupid arsehole who'd dumped her, and I wasn't going to turn her down. I spun her round, giving her a bit of a tonguing from behind so she'd bend over, then I got up and slipped my cock up her. I took that bit of it slow, so I could enjoy every inch going in, but then I couldn't hold back from slamming her. She was a screamer and she knew it, so she buried her face in one of her pillows. My cock felt like it was on fire, but I gritted my teeth, trying to last it out as long as I could. Then she started clenching her pussy muscles around my shaft, and it was all over. I jizzed my load inside her, pulling out between spurts so I could wank the last of it over her crack and slit.
She mopped herself dry with her own knickers, then handed them to me. Unfortunately it was a one-off fuck - now she'd got over her ex, she started seeing another bloke in the next week. But her knickers got pride of place in the display the boys and me set up. Totally fucking sad, I know, but it was a laugh and it got me the lay of my life so far!