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Volume 7 of Used Underwear from an Amateur I Met Through a Used Underwear Purchase Site: Nagisa Himawari

Today, I headed to our meeting spot with a mix of guilt and excitement coursing through me from the moment I woke up. There she was—Nagisa Himawari. The brand name 'J●' rings in my ears like something more precious than anything else. The moment I saw her, any lingering guilt vanished completely, replaced by raw desire—an overwhelming urge to bury myself in her used panties. How deeply can I savor the stains of J●? The scent, the taste—how far can I go? Unable to hold back, I urged her into the room while she shyly posed for the camera. We met through social media, fellow members of a used underwear trading site, and had agreed that I would purchase her panties. Now, I finally had the special chance to meet her in person and receive them directly. Just imagining the photos I’d get made me jerk off countless times. She brought seven pairs, and I made her soil more right before my eyes. To be able to receive fresh stains from Himawari—that’s something other underwear fetishists would envy. My sense of superiority and my hard-on are peaking. Honestly, I’m worried about what I’ll do when I see it all unfold right in front of me. Once we entered the hotel and were finally alone, I dove headfirst into indulging my fetish. The first pair: a deep red, mature, plain-looking panty. Frankly, it felt mismatched with her face—too adult and dull. I wouldn’t have picked this as the first pair. I was hoping for something that could serve as a palate cleanser later on. But then again, for me, the first pair is like an appetizer—crucial for gauging her potential. The stain was clearly yellow, which I appreciated. The smell? Hmm, not much there. I was hoping for something sharp, something that stings the nose. The taste, though, was sweet—sweet enough that I could lick it forever. Now came the fun part—making her wear them. From here on, I’ll call it “Pleasure Stain Time.” I had her press a massager against her pussy. Let me teach you, Himawari—this is how adults use toys. She was embarrassed, but her pussy quickly got soaked from the new massager. A good stain was forming. She gets wet easily. But I want more. Unable to resist my desire, I cranked the toy to maximum strength. She came multiple times, but I don’t care about her orgasm—I want stains. I inhale the scent: sharp, stinging my nose. This is the stimulation I’ve been waiting for. It wakes me up more effectively than any caffeine. The second pair was white with a cute blue floral pattern—clean, pure-looking. There’s something exciting about pristine panties hiding a heavy stain. She said white might not show it well, but if the stain is strong, white actually makes it stand out more. As I stroke the stained area, I imagine her pussy pressing directly against the fabric. The smell is still too weak. I want to keep it pressed to my face like a pandemic mask, not just three sniffs. She’s already soaked even before I bring out the vibrator. Did just seeing the dick-shaped dildo make her this wet? How filthy can you get, Himawari? Even through the panties, her arousal is stringy. This gives me high hopes for the stain. Don’t just rub it after pulling it aside—don’t smear it! I want solid residue too! I’ll make sure her soaked juices are fully absorbed into the fabric. Her taste seems sweet now, but I wonder if there’ll be a flavor shift later. The third pair: white with a floral pattern. The stain here is also a solid yellow. I take a deep breath, savoring the scent thoroughly. Still, the weak smell is a bit disappointing. But knowing she’s watching me sniff her panties only turns me on more. This time during Pleasure Stain Time, I had her press the panties tightly into her crotch to create a deeper stain. I could clearly see her pussy ridge through the fabric. I made her rub her pussy against the tight fabric to build up the stain, then paused to take in the scent. Sweet again. Then I turned her around, making the panties dig in like a tea bag. But the stain wasn’t as strong as I’d hoped. Looks like I need to call in the vibrator. As soon as I press it against her, she’s already dripping strings of juice. Excited, I shoved the vibrator inside. The grip was so tight it felt like it was pushing back—my dick would probably get torn apart in a pussy this tight. As I kept thrusting the vibrator, her juices sprayed out. Too precious to waste—I made sure she wiped it all into the panties. Then I ripped the soaked panties off her like a prize. The fourth pair: pink with a sheer back—cute. This one had a lighter stain, but there was solid residue. I scraped it off with my nail and tasted it. A different kind of sweetness from “scraped bits”—I felt like I was consuming her very essence. I took her into the bathroom and had her pee. What kind of chemistry will form between the ammonia smell of urine and the existing stains? I couldn’t wait to smell it. She let it flow steadily, and the urine soaked deep into the panties. Perfect. Any sense of guilt was long gone—I sniffed the piss-soaked panties freely, driven purely by desire. The mix of ammonia and the sweetness of her juices? Absolutely perfect. The fifth pair: pink with a clover pattern. She’s brought some really cute panties today. I want to praise her—she’s young, but her taste is excellent. A wide, yellow stain—this one was probably high in viscosity. Like a forensic expert, I stroke the fabric and analyze. At my level, I can deduce the circumstances behind the stain, even imagine the scene—everything turns me on. This time, I made her soak the panties completely with fresh vaginal fluids from deep inside. She kept saying it was embarrassing, but the panties kept absorbing more and more. When she pulled them off, they were dripping with thick, gooey juice. I can’t wait to take this home. The sixth pair: blue. She claims they’re all different, and she’s right. Speaking like a forensic analyst again, stains speak volumes—about a girl’s body type, her condition, everything. The smell here is rich, almost savory. I wonder what was going through her at that moment. It’s a scent I want to inhale over and over. Excited, I couldn’t resist the urge to wrap my cock in the panties. The happiness of being enveloped in her juices—I can feel the serotonin flooding my brain. I want her to jerk me off, stain the panties with my cum, and let me take that scent home to savor. Her handjob is awkward, but that only turns me on more—I came almost instantly. The seventh pair: navy. The staining on this one is the best of all seven—definitely one to savor slowly. Receiving these seven pairs was an incredible haul. Her stains are strongly yellow, the smell isn’t overpowering, and the taste is sweet. Personally, I liked the yellow stains, but the scent and taste left me wanting more. For the finale, I made a personal request—she’d cum on the panties by masturbating. These were thick fabric—they wouldn’t show stains unless she got really wet. At first, she just rubbed her pussy over the fabric, and the staining was weak. Then she inserted her fingers and started stimulating herself inside. Gradually, the stain grew. She seems to be the type who feels it deep inside. The juices overflowing from within soaked into the panties, and I was overcome with the urge to lick them. After she peed, I made her put the panties back on immediately. If I told other fetishists I washed the piss off with a shower, they’d look down on me! So instead, I made sure her urine soaked fully into the fabric. The chemistry between piss and pussy juice? It’s addictive. Today, I spent the best time with J●. I can’t wait to see what panties we’ll share next. The depth of panties—there’s still so much more I want to taste.