Crusty Thong Novels & Stories

The material hugs my chest like a whisper… Don't even get me started on the bottoms. It's basically a thong. Scratch that. It is a thong. High-cut at the hips, minimal in the back, and scandalously snug in the front. My ass cheeks are completely exposed. God, please forgive me, for I have sinned… If Veronica saw me right now, she would be so proud. "How the hell am I supposed to walk out there like this?" I mumble to no one.

As expected, he rapped on my bathroom door. "Open up, Ravine! When did you start locking your doors?" His impatience was seen in the way he was trying to open the closed door. I chuckle to myself and see my pinchable nipples peeking through the lace top of this beautiful lingerie. He's going to love it. I know it. As far as I have seen, I thought the thongs which came with it had a blunder in it. But it had a division in the middle, representing my wheatish color pussy lips.

The material is silky smooth against my skin and shows off my toned legs and back, the halter held in place by only a gold bangle clasp around my neck. The lights in the club will pick up the shimmer lotion I rubbed on my skin, but even the low lighting on the stairs gives it an iridescent shine. I stop halfway down, allowing myself a minute to soak up the three devastatingly handsome men waiting in the foyer for me. And damn if my panties aren’t already soaked. My black french lace thong never stood a chance.

Until now. My pussy was already tingling with anticipation as I practically ran upstairs. I stripped out of my boring tank top and shorts and dug through my drawer for the perfect outfit. Tiny white crop top that barely covered the bottom half of my full, perky tits, my nipples were already hard and visible through the thin fabric. I paired it with the skimpiest black thong I owned, the kind that disappeared between my ass cheeks and left almost nothing to the imagination. I checked myself in the mirror, turning to admire how the thong framed my round ass and how my tits threatened to spill out with every movement. Perfect.

Soft music played from the speakers, steady and slow. My body was still humming from the morning. My pussy felt swollen and tender, aching deep inside like it had been left empty and wanting for too long. Every step made the light fabric of my skirt brush against my thighs. Underneath, the thin thong was already damp, the front panel clinging to my slick folds and swollen clit. The string sat between my ass cheeks, pulling a little with every move and reminding me how exposed I felt even though the skirt wasn’t short. It came to just above my knees, decent and normal-looking, but the way it swayed when I walked let cool air slip underneath and brush against the wet thong. I had been like thi

I sit on the velvet. It's soft against my bare skin – warm, textured. I part my legs. My thong is soaked through – the fabric dark with wetness, clinging to my pussy, showing the outline of my lips through the sheer material. He kneels between my thighs. Pushes them wider. Leans in and presses his mouth against my pussy through the thong – one firm, open-mouthed kiss directly on my clit through the wet fabric – and I jolt like I've been electrocuted.

She dragged me without my interest and we got our chits. As we stood on the prom dance floor, many of the boys came looking for their partners. I nodded a no to everyone who approached me until someone dared to make me open it. "So, is this gorgeous lady my dear student, Miss Juliette?" I heard my name coming out in a familiar voice and turned around to see who that was. "What is the number in your chit?" Mr.Thompson was standing right in front of me. Though he is in his Fortis, he is tall and handsome but he is also a very strict teacher. We never even dare to smile in his class let alone talk.

I'll just pretend I am a normal girl going shopping, crashing the credit card. Fuck I can't even wear a bra underneath this. Emi picks out a dead hot thong for me, it's red lace and on the hips it has only three fine strings attached. Thank god I don't have any fat they could dig into. As I don't want to spend any more money, I simply choose to take some high heels I already have at home and I know exactly which. They are black sued with sequins at the heels.

She appeared to be very severe, almost angry, but her body was so lush, voluptuous, and welcoming, desperate to be touched, begging to be touched by whatever lucky man she allowed to touch her. And, oh by the way, I forgot to mention both of these girls were wearing thongs that matched their tops. How did I know this? Both girls were rocking some serious whale-tails. Their thongs were pulled up so high that I thought it must be uncomfortable. The shorter girl's stretchy, hot-pink thong-straps nearly met her top, and the taller woman's thong was simply made of string and fancier than her friend's, the triangle part in the back made of separate strings.

Latino splattered all over my chest, the warm thickness mixing with my sweaty dribble. I swallowed what I could, the rest glazed on me like a second skin, leaving that after sex glow. They got my thong, shook off the last drops of their cum onto it, and snapped it back into my ass, trapping the mess against my skin. Panting, they zipped up, high-fiving over my wrecked form. “Good old slut,” Blond muttered with a grin, smacking my ass hard enough to send the cum dumped in there squelching. “We’ll find you again, and there will be more of us, so keep that thong and smooth ass ready.”