Creamy Panty Novels & Stories

She tore it open, pulling out a blue coloured one and then she infiltrated her drawer, taking out a panty. Zheme laid flat on his back, his pillow under his head as he watched her, admiring the way her ass shook with her every movement and the way her hips protruded making the smallness of her waist all the more prominent. His only thought was how perfect she was, unblemished, completely flawless and she was his, his forever.

Too tight that it eats deep into my pussy, squeezing out the juice it can, and leaving rough marks on my soft pinkish cunt. When it comes off, the area is soaked with my pussy juice; transparent, thick, slimy. I raise a leg to my bedstead and bend over so I’m staring at my meaty cunt. The harsh mark of the panties leaves red strokes along it, squeezes it without a care that my soft pink inner lips press together and form a small stomp on the surface. It lazily parts when I spread wider, showing the juicy entrance to my body. Oddly, something cast on me.

“My friend, Kelly, makes these for me with a special sleeve that I put it in. Because it is so long and stiff, it is better to put it up, and I use another pair to hold it up.” “Wow.” Tiffany blushed and looked excited at the same time. “So, you don’t wear anything else under them?” “No, they are called pantyhose for a reason. The panty is built into them. Isn’t it?” Tiffany stopped. “That is too damn logical. I get it.” She laughed. “Oh my god, I get it.” She giggled for a while. “My mom is going to freak out about this.” “Do you need someone to fix your hair?”

Amber’s nipples were almost as hard as my cock. The short skirt was the next to go. She thrust out her chest as she reached behind her waist to release the skirt’s button and zipper. She was then swaying in front of me in nothing but the smallest of silky pink bikini panties. The pink panties wonderfully accented her beautiful light brown skin. The crotch of her panties was already soaked with her juices. A few brief strokes to her pubic mound with her flattened hand, and the panties were quickly cast aside.

I just glared at them and they finally ran away. "She has a period? Sir you might just want to buy her period panties, I guess?" "What?" "Period panties are washable, reusable underwear designed to replace pads and tampons, or be worn with tampons and cups for extra protection." "I'll buy them all." After buying those shits, I went straight to my private room and saw retard standing on one corner while her hands are on her tummy. “What the hell are you doing there?” I asked her. She looked at me like a poor little puppy. “I’m afraid I might stain your couch. I already stained your coat.”

She was wearing a skimpy bikini style pair that made her feel good the way they stretched over her body and showed off the shape of her ass and pussy mound. Brook was still wearing her bra, but she took it off and was in no more of a hurry to cover up than Cindy seemed to be. Cindy's nipples were hard and looked really nice. Brook's nipples got hard, too. She still had her mind filled with thoughts about Tom, but her friend's daring panties were earning her attention. "Those panties are really hot," she finally complimented her friend. Cindy smiled proudly. "Thanks. Dad got 'em for me." The admission was followed by a coy giggle.

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

She arched forward so that her breasts popped at me and I drank in my mom's voluptuous, supple spheres. "Awesome! But, I can only see the top. Lemme see your panties," I requested and a smile remained painted on mom's lips. "Mmm, 'panties' is such a dirty word," mom said, standing up, her robe sliding off her shoulders to the chair. "...especially to say you mother." I eyed the absolute treat unveiling itself to me while I pondered her comment. Should I not refer to them as panties? 'Underwear' is such a boring word. "So, do you like my panties, baby?" The seductive way she said the word 'panties' sent a pulse through my cock. I nearly moaned aloud.

I lifted my hips, and my shorts came off, but not my panties. I blushed, realizing which panties I was wearing. They were so silly -- plain white but with the Rolling Stones mouth and tongue logo right above my pussy, looking ready to eat me out. They were a gift from one of my more raunchy friends, custom made for the whole track team. Jon smirked at them. "Cute. I didn't know they made panties like that." "You can get almost anything made online, apparently." "Are those... an invitation?" he asked.

"Now make me yours in this new way." A deep growl rumbled up from my chest, and she closed her legs and lifted her hips as I tore off those pants together with her panties. I pushed her knees apart, taking a good, long look at my prize. A trimmed patch of hair sat above her slit. As she spread her legs her sex seemed to blossom before me, glistening from her little pink pearl down to her core. Her smell filled me, musky and sweet, drawing me in as I leaned down.