Love of Dirty Panties Turned Me Bi-Sexual: Part 1

by Bob Watergate (Missouri)

I remember the first time I saw and smelt a nasty pair of panties. It was the summer with Granny on our family farm. The first week there Granny sent me to gather up all of her and my dirty laundry. I brought it all to the basement and found her already starting a tub of soapy water. Granny first started on my underwear and pointed out all the yellow pee stains on the front. She took a sponge wet with the soapy water and placed it on each stain. Then then took the sponge wet with soapy water to her panties, but they each had poop streaks . . . wow!

A couple of days later Granny and I went to check the fences and on the way she told me to wait because she had to pee. I took the nail bucket from her and watched her pull up her dress and lower her panties. I really thought she would yell at me and tell me to turn around but she started to pee. Then came out a loud fart! I heard her moan and right before my eyes I saw her poop falling to the ground.

Wow, what a sight! I made eye contact back with Granny and she asked me if I needed to pee. I thought why not and I pulled my jeans down and then my underwear. I guess I didn’t even think about Granny seeing me but quickly she committed about how cute my tiny penis was. I didn’t have a hold of it but I knew it wasn’t as big as some of the other penises I saw at the swimming pool. Before I finished peeing, I watched Granny stand up, pull up her panties and then dropping her dress. I was amazed that I didn’t even see her wipe her butt hole after pooping!

After supper that night Granny told me to go take my bath and then she would be in. Before I climbed out Granny stuck her head in and reminded me to leave the water for her. After I finished I went to my bedroom to get dressed and I heard Granny close the bathroom door. Hearing that I tipped toed into her bedroom and found then panties she had worn today. Wow, what a mess! Her large poop streak wasn’t even totally dry. I held her nasty panties to my nose and took in the smell. Lost in the moment, I didn’t hear Granny walk back into her bedroom.

“What are you doing?” she yelled.

I dropped her panties and tried to run out of the room but she grabbed me. It was only then I realized that Granny was totally necked. She grabbed my head and looked me directly in my eyes.

“You shouldn’t smell my panties,” she told me “there my personnel things!”

I told Granny I was sorry and that I wouldn’t do it again! She let me go and I went into the living room to read. After her bath, Granny called me into the kitchen where she was making us milk shakes. We sat there drinking them and each eating a cookie when she reached over and gently rubbed the end of my nose. I saw her smiling, then wiping her finger on the napkin. I was shocked to see the brown spot on her napkin looked like poop.

As I grew older I started sneaking around looking for dirty panties when we visited family or they visited us. I was amazed at how even the youngest of my cousin’s panties smelled like pussy. I was always checking out my Mom’s dirty panties and unlike Granny hers always smelled like pussy and had more of a pee smell than that of poop. The most fun was when we would visit my friends Kathy’s house. We would play in her room and the hall toilet was right outside her door. While played checkers if Kathy or either of her two sisters used the toilet I could always hear their pee hitting the toilet water and even a fart now and then! Best of all their dirty clothes hamper was next to the toilet and when I would go in I would always pull out their dirty panties and smell them. All three girls had really smelly pussies! Of courses I would always stand up and pee as loudly as I could so I knew they could hear me.

Now years later I married my High School sweetheart Susan. Of course I had sex with her before we got married, and yes her panties were never totally clean. She too had pee stains and the occasional poop stain. After we married, it became routine for us to use the toilet in front of each other, peeing and pooping and of course we would shower together. Even from when we were dating Susan commented on how good I would lick her butt hole.

I finally told her that it was just something I enjoyed, both the smell and the taste. She asked me what in the world turned me on about smelling and licking butt holes? I finally came clean and told her about Granny, which had now past. As I shared about her poop stained panties; and how I would help her clean them each week; and how she had caught me smelling a pair of her pooped streaked panties, Susan finally began to smile.

Before we went to bed one night Susan pulled off her panties and then threw them in my face. I caught them and saw a poop streak right before my eyes. Susan told me to bring them with me and come to bed. 69ing with nothing new for us, but this night Susan first put her pussy directly over my mouth and I started licking; tasting fresh pee not old. This of course left my nose at her butt cheeks and boy did I smell poop.

In about 10 minutes, Susan slide forward and pushed her butt hole down onto my mouth. She reached back and pulled her butt cheeks apart and told me to enjoy myself! I mind zoomed back to smelling Granny‘s poop and just as quickly came flashing back to my wife’s nasty butt hole! I started to lick and lick and all I could taste was Susan’s poop! This turned out to be the beginning of years and years of her dealing with my poop desire both smell and licking.

I never thought life could get any better than one night Susan came home from visiting her girlfriend Debbie. Real quick I’ll share that Debbie was a practicing Dominatrix that Susan had met through the Riverfront Times. Susan found her ad and asked if Debbie could teach her some things she could on me! Well back to this night, Susan came into the bedroom, started rubbing on my dick and then whispered in my ear to roll over. Once I was on my back she climbed on top for a 69 session but this time Susan started with her butt hole pushing it down onto my mouth. No big deal so I started licking her and quickly felt Susan start bear down and her butthole stated to push out. Ok, this is new so I continued licking and felt my tongue begin to slide up into her rectum. Then my tongue touched something hard which began pushing out again my tongue. Turd after turd Susan started pooping into my mouth. Small ones for sure but all the same she filled my mouth with poop. She stopped pooping but didn’t get off. She just sat there pulling on my dick; even hurting it telling me what a tiny penis I had. Susan was always telling me that I had a small penis but now she was calling it tiny.

The next day I asked Susan how she came up with pooping in my mouth. Susan laughed and told me it was Miss Debbie telling her how she controlled her bad boys, especially those with a tiny penis. She also shared that she had more surprises for me and knew I would enjoy them. Susan continued over the next week or so coming to bed first with a riding crop and wiping my ass totally red. It hurt so much that I cried and Susan would tell me that my tears showed her how much I was enjoying my treatment. Next Susan put nipple clamps on me and she would pull on them as she was pulling on my tiny penis. She would also laugh telling me how much I was enjoying this kind of sex play. It was hurting so much; I wasn’t thinking that this was really that enjoyable, at least not for me!

Even with all the new sex play with Susan I had been caught several times sniffing dirty panties by friends and family members. I promised to get help. One of my Aunts told me about a psychologist in St. Louis so I called and made an appointment. She asked what I thought were some very basic questions about my childhood and I did share that I was a bed wetter for many years. Then she asked me to describe what I called “Dirty Panties” so I told her the ones that I could find and sometimes see pussy and pee stains and of course those with poop stains or streaks. She next asked me to describe my thoughts when smelling dirty panties. I told her that smelling dirty panties sort of made me feel like I was there, you know, in the toilet with the girl or woman while they were using it. But then I said I knew they wouldn’t let me watch them pee or poop so seeing and smelling their dirty panties was the next best thing. She listened quite a while with me answering her questions especially about my wife and or sex life and my thoughts about her panties.

It was on the fifth visit this doctor told me she was recommending for me to see a Sex Therapist that would be better equipped to help me in the long run. Dr. Smith was the Sex Therapist I had been transferred too. My first appointment was pretty much like the ones at the Psychologists Office so I began to wonder if this was going to do any better. By the third appointment, she laid out in front of me five different panties with various pee, cum and poop stains. One had a nice size poop streak and of course it was the one that I focused on. Dr. Smith asked if I would be willing to be hypnotized and I told her yes but I didn’t think it would work.

During my next visit Dr. Smith began sharing her findings when I was under hypnosis. First she reminded me that any and all topics that she learned during my sessions were under doctor/client privilege. So she said she was going to begin at the youngest point that dirty panties had an effect on me. Wow, she told me about my granny and told me that I went on and on about my time with her, then my mother and her touching me, then the thrill I shared by finding panties of family and friends. I guess what embarrassed me the most was her sharing that I talked about when I was younger, in diapers, and a man named Thomas, had put his cock in my mouth to suck him off and that he fucked my asshole.