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--- Stealing Panties ---

John was an average 21-year old male college student. He had been living with his best friend and roommate, Jenny for over a year now. She was also 21 years old but she was a lesbian. They'd known each other since kindergarten, and they both found it quite convenient to share an apartment in the city where their university was located. The two had a very strong bond that went back many years, and so there was never any sexual tension or anything of that nature between them. They were simply good friends who enjoyed sharing a roof.

It was a great arrangement. They had similar interests, compatible house-habits, and got along great. Once Jenny came out as a lesbian, they could even bond over the hot women in their lives - discussing movie stars, girlfriends, and generally talking about girls the way John did with his other buddies.

But John did have one problem: he was perpetually horny. He would watch a lot of porn, and he was obsessed with the female form—especially the vagina. In his mind, nothing could match the sight of a beautiful woman's crotch. However, recently, John had begun to find it difficult to reach orgasm from porn alone. The visual stimulation just wasn't enough anymore. He needed something more, something real.

One day, John was sitting in his room, browsing through some of the more hardcore videos on his computer when he suddenly got this overwhelming urge to come. He hadn't managed an orgasm in over a week, and these urges were becoming a real problem. He could feel himself getting aroused, and he knew that if he didn't do something about it soon, he would explode right there. Porn just wasn't cutting it anymore.

As he sat there, struggling with his raging erection, John looked at Jenny's door and an idea suddenly struck him. He could sneak into her room and use one of her clean panties to masturbate with. Then, if she didn't notice, she would wear them and his cum would be *close* to a vagina. The thought turned him on immensely, even if it was mixed with a little guilt.

Without giving it much more thought, John got up from his desk and crept over to Jenny's door. He carefully turned the handle and slipped into her room, making sure to close the door quietly behind him. In the dim light of her bedroom, he could see that she was not there.

John rifled through her underwear drawer quickly, finding a pair of panties that turned him on - simple, almost childlike white cotton panties with no lace or frills, just basic fabric to cover her crotch. He took them and left the room, making sure not to make any noise as he did so.

In his own room, John sat down at his desk, his heart racing from both the thrill of what he was about to do and the guilt of breaking into his friend's personal space. He wrapped the panties around his shaft and began stroking himself with them. The soft fabric felt wonderful against his skin, and as he imagined it being replaced by a real vagina, he began to approach orgasm.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of pleasuring himself with Jenny's panties, John reached the point of no return.

John hadn't ejaculated for so long that when the moment finally came, it was incredibly intense. He let out a loud groan as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. The cum came gushing from his cock like a fountain, filling the panties with his hot sperm. He could feel how much he'd built up inside, and even through the fabric of the panties, it felt good to be releasing all that pent-up tension.

As John continued to cum, he couldn't help but think about Jenny potentially wearing these panties. Even though Jenny was a lesbian, and they weren't attracted to each other, Jenny was still female and his cum would be touching a vagina. The thought made him even more excited and his orgasm even more powerful.

When he had finally finished, John sat back on his chair, panting heavily as he came down from the high of his orgasm. He looked at the cum-soaked panties in front of him and felt a sense of satisfaction that he hadn't experienced for a long time. It was over, and now he could relax again.

For a moment, John thought about keeping the panties for himself to masturbate with later, but he knew that wouldn't be a good idea. He was still incredibly turned on by the idea that Jenny might wear these panties, bringing his cum right up close to a live pussy. He had to put the panties back.

After cleaning up himself and the mess he'd made, John returned the panties to Jenny's drawer, making sure not to make any noise or leave any evidence of his visit, other than the sperm-soaked panties. Once he was done, he went back into his own room, feeling both relieved and guilty about what he had just done.

The next day, John woke up with a sense of relief—he had released his tension in a way that was more satisfying than just watching porn, and he was hoping that this would be enough to tide him over for a while longer. The relief was mixed with anxiety though. Would Jenny wear the panties today? Would she notice? Would she say anything?

John went through his morning routine, showering, getting dressed, and heading downstairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast. As he entered the kitchen, he saw that Jenny was already there, sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal in front of her. He greeted her with a smile and a simple "good morning."

Jenny looked up from her cereal and returned the greeting. They exchanged a few more pleasantries as they both ate their breakfast. It was a normal, everyday conversation between two close friends who had known each other for most of their lives. There was no mention of the panties, no indication that Jenny even suspected anything.

John watched her closely as she ate, trying to gauge her reactions and to see if he could tell whether or not she had worn the panties. But she showed no signs of discomfort or unusual behavior, which made John feel a little more at ease. He was pretty sure that she hadn't worn them.

Over the next few days and weeks, John found himself sneaking into Jenny's room again and again to use her panties for masturbation. He was still perpetually horny, and despite his orgasms, he couldn't seem to get enough release. Each time, he would carefully place the used panties back in the drawer, trying not to make any noise or leave any evidence of his activities.

As the days went by, John became more and more concerned about the laundry situation. He was generating a lot of cum-soaked panties, which Jenny would have to notice eventually.

The next morning, as John was making his way downstairs for breakfast, Jenny called out to him from the living room. "Hey, John," she said, "I need to talk to you about something."

John's heart skipped a beat. Had she noticed the panties? Was she going to confront him about it? He went into the room and sat down opposite her on the couch.

"So, I was thinking last night," Jenny began, "I've been noticing that I have to do more laundry than usual lately, and I think I know why." She paused for a moment, giving John time to respond, but he remained silent.

"You remember how I grew up with little brothers?" she continued. "Well, sometimes they would sneak into my room and use my panties for masturbation when I lived at home."

Jenny paused again. "I don't think it's a big deal," she said, "it's something boys do, I guess. But you can't keep doing this—it's creating way too much laundry for me."

John was stunned by what Jenny had just said, but he didn't want to lie to her anymore. He decided that if there was any chance of a solution, he would have to tell the truth about why he was doing it. "Jenny," he began, "I've been having some serious issues with my libido lately. I'm horny all the time, but I can't cum. I watch too much porn and it doesn't satisfy me anymore."

He took a deep breath before continuing, "I've been trying to find another outlet for my urges, something that feels more real than just watching a screen. Using your panties has been a breakthrough for me - with them, I've finally gotten some relief."

Jenny listened intently to what John had to say, and when he was done speaking, she thought about it for a moment before making her decision. "I understand your situation," she said finally, "and I don't want you to have to suffer anymore."

She paused again, gathering her thoughts. "I need you to stop using my panties. I don't have that many pairs! But I do have something else that might help you out," she continued with a smile. "You can use my vagina instead. It's the real thing, after all."

Jenny went on to explain her thought process. "I know we're just friends and you you know I'm not attracted to guys," she said, "but that doesn't matter to me.

"You need relief, and for that, you need a pussy. And guess what? I have a pussy, and I'd be happy to let you use it if it would help you out." She smiled at John again, trying to reassure him that she was doing this out of friendship and concern for his well-being.

"So, how does that sound?" she asked. "It's better than using my panties, isn't it?"

John was overwhelmed by this unexpected offer from his friend, but he knew it was a practical solution to his problem. "It sounds ... amazing," he replied hesitantly, "but are you sure?'

Jenny smiled and continued, "So, here's how it will work: I'm going to be your personal pussy whenever we're both in the apartment. You can come over any time you need relief and use my vagina as you please."

She paused for a moment before adding, "Of course, this is just between us. We don't have to tell anyone about it."

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had never imagined that this would be an option for him, especially not with his best friend. "I ... can I use you now?" he asked hesitantly.

Jenny smiled at him and replied, "You don't really need to ask permission. Just come up when you feel the urge and use me." She winked playfully at him before adding, "Just make sure you clean up after yourself."

Jenny stood up and began to undress in front of John. She was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. As she removed her shirt, his eyes roamed over her slim yet curvaceous body, with small but perky breasts. He felt his cock twitch at the sight of her.

When she unbuttoned her jeans, he saw that she was wearing a simple pair of black panties. She slowly slid them down her legs, revealing her shaved pussy to him for the first time. It was smooth and pink, with just a hint of moisture between her lips. John's mouth watered at the sight of it.

"Go ahead," she said softly, lying back on the couch, spreading her legs. Her pussy lips opened invitingly. "Do what you need to do."

John couldn't wait any longer. He stood up and pulled down his pants, revealing his erect cock to Jenny. Without another word, he positioned himself between her legs and slowly pushed inside her. Her warm pussy enveloped him, and he moaned with pleasure as he felt his shaft slide into her.

"Oh fuck," he exclaimed, "it feels so good!" He began to thrust inside her, moving at a slow but steady pace.

"I'm glad you like it." Jenny said warmly.

John continued to thrust into Jenny's pussy, picking up speed as he did so. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his cock felt like it was about to explode. The feeling of being inside her was unlike anything he had ever experienced before—he knew this would be the best orgasm of his life.

His balls tightened and he could feel the familiar sensation building up. "Jenny ... I'm gonna come," he moaned as he continued to fuck her.

"Do it, John," she whispered.

With a loud groan, he released his load deep inside her, filling her pussy with his sperm. It felt like an endless stream of cum pouring out of him, and his body shook with the force of his orgasm. When he was finally done, he collapsed onto her, gasping for breath. He felt Jenny rubbing his back in support.

"That was amazing," he said, looking up at her.

Jenny smiled and replied, "I'm really happy I was able to help you out, John".

John pulled out of Jenny and sat back on the couch, panting heavily. He watched as his cum began to leak out of her pussy. It was a strange feeling for him to see his semen mixing with her juices.

"That was something else," he said, staring at the mess they had made.

Jenny looked down at herself and commented, "This is the first time I've ever had a man's sperm in me." She laughed slightly before adding, "I guess this is what it feels like to be used as a cum dumpster."

John chuckled and replied, "Don't put it that way. We made a deal, and I'm grateful for your help." He looked at her with gratitude in his eyes.

"Let's clean up," Jenny said, getting up from the couch. She grabbed some tissues and began to wipe away the mess between her legs. "I need to get to class."

As they both got dressed, John couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Jenny was going to walk around campus with his sperm inside of her. It was an incredibly erotic thought for him, and he felt his cock begin to stir again.

"You know what?" he said as she was zipping up her jeans, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I might be turned on by the fact that you're going to class with my cum in your pussy." He smiled at her playfully.

Jenny laughed and replied, "Well, if it makes you feel better, I'll make sure to keep you updated on how much of a mess it is down there throughout the day." She winked at him before adding, "But seriously, I'm glad we could work something out. See you later, John."

She left a few minutes later, and John sank back into the couch, amazed at everything that had just happened.

A few days later, John and Jenny were sitting on the couch, watching a movie—the 1999 remake of The Thomas Crown Affair. As the movie progressed, they found themselves getting more and more invested in it. Then, a steamy scene between Renée Russo and Pierce Brosnan came on.

"Holy shit, Renée is so hot," Jenny exclaimed as she watched the screen. "You ok over there?" Jenny asked, half playfully, half serious. She glanced at the crotch of his jeans.

John was aroused. He had been getting more and more turned on as he watched the movie with her. The sight of Renée Russo's naked body, combined with the deal he and Jenny had made, was too much for him to handle. He nodded, not saying anything.

"Well, if you say so. If you need some pussy, mine's right here," Jenny teased him, patting her own thigh. "But I don't think I have enough time before class tomorrow to get all the cum out." She smiled at him, and he could tell she was joking.

John laughed at her comment but also felt a sense of relief that she wasn't upset about his arousal. He had been worried that their arrangement would lead to tension between them, but it seemed like everything was fine. "Thanks for the offer," he replied, "but I think I can hold off until tomorrow night."

They continued watching the movie in silence, both lost in thought and enjoying each other's company.

As the credits rolled for The Thomas Crown Affair, John and Jenny got up from the couch and headed to their respective bedrooms. John couldn't get the image of Renée Russo out of his head, and the thought of Jenny's offer was still fresh in his mind. He found himself unable to sleep. His cock was rock hard, and he needed to do something or go crazy. He got out of bed, and went to Jenny's room.

Jenny was already asleep, but that didn't stop him from entering her room and going straight for her bed. He crawled in next to her, gently waking her up. "Hey," he whispered, "can we... you know?"

Jenny didn't hesitate. "Sure," she replied groggily, "just be quiet so I can get back to sleep." She rolled over and closed her eyes, seemingly ready for sleep.

John felt a sense of relief wash over him. He had been nervous about waking her up, but she didn't seem upset or even all that awake. He pulled out his cock and began to rub it against her pussy, through her pajamas, feeling the warmth of her body.

He reached down to pull her pajama bottoms down to her thighs, exposing her ass. Then, he grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up to her armpits. She was still lying on her side, and he could see her bare breasts in the moonlight coming through the window. He admired her body for a moment before bending his head down to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

Jenny moved to give him access, but still seemed to be mostly asleep. As she turned onto her back, her pussy came into view. In this state, pajama shirt pushed up over her breasts, bottoms at her thighs, her body was sensational.

John took his cock in hand and guided it towards Jenny's entrance. He felt the warmth of her vagina as he entered her. He began to fuck her slowly, savoring the feeling of being inside her again.

He didn't last long—his arousal was too intense from the movie and the memory of their previous encounter. In a few minutes, he was ready to come. "Jenny," he whispered, "I'm about to cum."

She mumbled something incoherent in response. Her breathing remained steady and her eyes were closed. As John felt himself reaching his climax, he thrust harder into her, and his cock pulsed inside of her, filling her with his cum. He held himself deep inside her for a moment after he came, then slowly pulled out.

He looked down at Jenny's pussy and saw that there was a small amount of cum leaking out. He grabbed a tissue from the box on her nightstand and wiped it off, then pulled her pajama bottoms back up. Next, he carefully pulled her shirt back down, and tucked her back into the blankets. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

He stood up and got back into his own bed, feeling satisfied but also a bit guilty for waking Jenny and taking advantage of her. He couldn't help but smile at the thought that this was now an option for him whenever he needed it—a private pussy just waiting for him whenever he wanted release.

He fell asleep with that thought in his head, feeling more relaxed than he had in weeks.

The next day, after his morning class, John walked into their apartment and immediately noticed Jenny sitting on the couch with a book in hand. She was wearing black leggings and a white tank top. The leggings were tight enough to make out the shape of her pussy through the fabric.

As he approached her, he felt his cock getting hard again. He couldn't help but look at her crotch as he stood in front of her. "Hey," he said, trying to sound normal. "Can I ask you a favor?"

Jenny raised an eyebrow. "What's up?" she asked without taking her eyes off the page.

"I was wondering if... you could do me a favor," John stammered, feeling embarrassed to ask. But he had been so turned on in class that day that he couldn't help it. "I need to..." He trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence.

Jenny set her book down and looked at him, waiting for him to continue. When he didn't say anything else, she simply pushed her leggings and panties down, giving him access to her pussy. "Go ahead," she said, "I have some spare time."

John couldn't believe his luck. Without saying another word, he pulled down his pants and underwear and positioned himself between Jenny's legs. He quickly found her entrance and slid inside her without any hesitation. She was already wet, so it didn't take long for him to get hard and start fucking her.

While John fucked her, Jenny continued reading her book. Her attention was focused on the pages in front of her, but she could feel his cock inside her, filling her up. It felt strange to be having sex while reading a book, but it also turned her on a little bit. She had never been with a man before, so this was all new to her.

John continued to fuck Jenny until he came inside her. He pulled out and stood up, pulling his pants back on. "Thanks," he said, feeling more relaxed than he had in days. Jenny lifted her hips as John pulled her leggings back up for her.

Jenny nodded and smiled, still reading her book. She was glad that John had found some release, and even though it wasn't really a turn-on, John's immense gratitude made her feel fantastic.

After that day, their arrangement became more regular. Whenever John felt the urge to come, he would simply walk into the living room and ask Jenny for a favor. She would push down her leggings or pull up her skirt, depending on what she was wearing, and let him do his thing. It was an unspoken agreement between them, one that satisfied both their needs in different ways.

For John, it was a release from his excessive libido and an escape from the stress of school. For Jenny, it was a way to feel needed, and a genuine gesture of friendship. While they didn't talk about it much, they both knew what their arrangement meant to each other. It was an unconventional friendship that worked for them in ways they never thought possible.

So the story goes on with John visiting Jenny every time he gets horny, and using her pussy to relieve himself. The situation is strange, but it works well for both of them. They have a deep understanding of each other's needs, and their friendship has only grown stronger as a result. It's a unique arrangement that they both cherish in their own way, and one that will likely continue until they graduate from college and go their separate ways.