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I grew up in the age of electronic devices. In other words, it was the age of catalogs. Everyone had catalogs. There were sporting goods catalogs, book catalogs, department store catalogs, and clothing catalogs. If you wanted to buy something and have it delivered, you had to flip through the catalog, choose what you wanted, and order it by phone or mail. I loved browsing through the catalogs and picking out things I wanted, even if I couldn't buy them.
One rainy day, I was bored, so I flipped through the catalogs and discovered a section with children's underwear. I was only nine or ten years old and didn't know why I liked looking at the little boys and girls in cute underwear and panties. But as a little boy, I didn't need to know, as long as I liked what I saw. Most of the children I looked at were between six and ten years old and dressed in white. Some of the little girls wore pink panties, and most had little bows in the front. All the boys wore white underwear that fit snugly around their crotches. I looked closely to see the little bulge between their legs. I never touched or played with myself, at least not at that time. I just liked looking. That rainy day was just the beginning, because whenever I had the chance, I grabbed the catalog and went straight to the underwear section. I spent hours memorizing every single pair of panties and underwear and how the children looked in them.
This fun lasted a few years before I moved on to the next step in my life. At 11 or 12, I noticed that my small penis grew larger whenever I looked at the pictures, especially those of little girls in panties. I never liked the older girls or women. To make sure no one asked any questions, I smuggled the catalogs into my room. There, I closed the door and spent time looking at the pictures that aroused me. Eventually, I found it enjoyable to touch myself, especially when I stared at the panties-covered vulvas of little five- and six-year-old girls.
I'll never forget the afternoon the new Sear's catalog arrived in the mail. Dad was mowing the lawn and Mom had gone shopping with my little sister, so I was left all alone in the house with a bunch of new panty pictures. I'd taken off my shorts and underwear and was lying on the bed with the little girls' panties right in front of me. These new pictures were even hotter than the ones in the previous catalog. My penis was now fully erect at about 10 cm, still completely hairless and not very big. My soft hand reached down to reposition it, and as it touched my glans, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me.
"Wow," I thought. "That felt really good." I wondered if it was a coincidence or if I could experience that feeling again. I reached down and tried different touches in different places until I found the right one. Finding that spot was just the beginning. For the next 15 minutes, I tried different positions and styles until I realized I was in seventh heaven when I gripped my hard penis by the shaft and rubbed its tip against the soft, furry blanket on my bed while I stared at the panties-covered pussy of the little six-year-old. The better it felt, the harder and faster I rubbed my glans against the blanket. The harder I rubbed my glans against the blanket, the more aroused I became. The more aroused I became, the closer I moved to the pictures. This cycle repeated itself until my nose was almost touching the picture of the child's intimate area. My hard shaft swung back and forth as my breathing quickened, and suddenly an overwhelming feeling of lust washed over me. This new sensation only intensified my actions until I lost control. Without thinking or knowing what I was doing, my body began to tremble. My eyes were glued to the pussy of a six-year-old girl covered by white bikini bottoms. My hand whipped my hard cock from side to side until I began to ejaculate. My whole body shook, and my orgasm overwhelmed me. I didn't care about anything except the lust I felt. When I came to, I couldn't believe my eyes. A thick, white fluid had splattered all over my bed, my legs, the catalog pages, and my shirt, which I had kept on. I wasn't entirely sure what it was, but I had an idea. Now wasn't the time to think about it. I had to clean everything up. I quickly ran out, grabbed some tissues, and cleaned the pictures of the little girl, my legs, and the blanket. I had just changed my shirt when I heard my mother and sister come in through the front door. I hid the catalog under my bed and ran out to say "hello".
I must have done it well, because my mother didn't ask me what I had done. That night, after my mother had tucked me in, I reached under the bed and took out the catalog. I took my small flashlight and looked at the pictures again. I did get an erection, but I thought I shouldn't do anything more for a while. I was afraid of overexerting my penis. Over the next few months, I spent a lot of time staring at the pictures of the little girl in panties and using them for my masturbation pleasure.
I was almost 13 when I wanted more. I didn't know exactly what I wanted, I just knew I wanted something different. I'd memorized every curve of the panties-covered children's private parts I could find in all the catalogs. One afternoon, I was home alone with a throbbing erection when it suddenly hit me. Why hadn't I thought of it before? My sister. She wears panties. I'd seen them when my mother was doing the laundry. They were mostly white, but she also had a few really cute pink and floral ones.
My sister was six years old now, just like the girls in the pictures. Sally, my little sister, was a sweet thing, very thin, with long, straight, blonde hair. I never saw her in panties because we grew up in a very modest family. I very rarely saw family members' underwear and never saw anyone naked, not even my father. That just wasn't how our family was. Looking back, I sometimes wondered what it would have been like to grow up in a family with more open views about the naked body.
With a hard-on and an insatiable appetite for something else, I got out of bed and went into my sister's room. I was completely naked. With my penis pointing straight ahead and my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest, I went straight to my sister's dresser. I knew exactly which drawer her panties were in and wasted no time opening it to see what I could find. Right in front of me was an entire drawer full of girls' panties. Some were pink, some had bows, and some were floral, but most were white. They were all small, just like the ones in the pictures.
With trembling hands and a throbbing penis, I reached down and picked up a pair. It was the first time my hands had ever touched my little sister's panties. I almost came when I opened them and looked inside. I couldn't stop. I grabbed a second pair and laid them face up, as if she were wearing them. Still wanting more, I took a third pair and laid them face down, as if she were leaving.
"No more!" I thought. "I can't take it anymore. Three girls' panties right in front of me... I wonder?" I continued thinking aloud.
I immediately reached inside and pulled on my blood-filled penis with one hand while the other grabbed a fourth pair of panties and opened them to the crotch. I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply. They smelled of freshly laundered clothes with a hint of my sister. Between my hand caressing my penis, three cute pairs of panties in front of me, and the crotch of a fourth pair covering my nose, I lost control. I started jerking off right there in my sister's bedroom. I was unstoppable. I couldn't have cared less if my mother had walked in and caught me. I didn't just have to come, I was going to come whether I liked it or not. As my hand pumped my penis at double speed, I felt the semen begin to flow as the orgasm took over. My semen shot out like a geyser. Luckily, it was directed toward the side of the panties and splashed onto the floor and the side of the dresser. I was breathing so hard I thought I was hyperventilating.
The sight of the semen on the floor brought me back to reality. My breathing returned to normal, and I quickly ran to get tissues and clean up the mess. I mopped up the semen and picked up all the panties. I folded them all up and put them back exactly as I had found them. I wanted to take a pair to the bedroom for later, but I just didn't have the courage. I have to say, that orgasm was by far the best I'd ever had in my life.
I didn't get to indulge in this fun activity very often, but when I had the chance, I took it. About a month later, when I was 13, I wanted something different again. I'd been wondering what it would feel like to wear my sister's underwear. It wasn't that I was interested in how I looked, but how she felt. One day I had a few minutes to spare, so I ran into her room and in less than two minutes I'd dropped my shorts, found her underwear, and started putting it on. "Damn it!" I said aloud.
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Sister's panties