Panties 18 Novels & Stories

April said with mild amusement, "you're going to be looking at your sister's pussy tonight whether you agree to it or not. Lift it high honey." Katia's pale green dress rose further into the air, and her panties were there, matching the dress but with a cross hatch pattern. I looked immediately away and struggled some more. It was no use, and my arms felt as if they'd break if I kept yanking them away from the bed. I couldn't stop however, and I screamed again in red hot anger and frustration, until I heard a soft sound.

Her breasts sat there, looking incredible. She stood in front of him and pulled at her dress. He watched it fall down to the floor so that she was standing in nothing but her panties. They were black with see-through patches that gave him a hint of what lay within. He reached out and took hold of her ass, pulling her to him, wanting to get at her pussy. But as he got her panties close to his face, she pulled back.

"But..." "Ssshhh." I bite into my bottom lip, and she does the same. It sends a goddamn sensation so strong to the tip of my hard length. I growl deep within as my groin starts to ache. In one swift movement, I gently pull the string. In one flick of my hand, I leave her bare naked underneath "Christian, give my panties." "You should not wear these; they are so easy to take off." "I am wearing pants from now on." "Don't you even dare do that?"

She had no panties—just a totally shaved gash, pink and glistening. "Oh, Bobby!" she moaned again. "Just fuck me! Fuck me while everyone else here watches. I wanna show them what a fucking tramp I am!" Bobby didn't need to be told twice. He unzipped his fly, whipped out his cock (didn't anyone here wear underwear?) and pressed it up against Hot Pants' sopping wet quim. "Yeah, that's it!" Hot Pants sang. "Fuck me there! I want to be abused tonight, Bobby. Abuse me like a trashy little fuck-slut!"

I ask and Oliver helps me, the dress is big and if I lift the bottom to sit on the toilet it won't work. “What the fuck is that lingerie?” Oliver says looking at me as I step out of the dress. “I bought it on Friday, I'm talking about pulling down my panties and sitting on the toilet. “I just don't eat you here because I want to save your pussy for later, after all, we can't force it too much and I want to eat you with your pompom panties.” He says giving me a longing look. “Don’t start thinking about these things unless you’re going to get a hard-on,” I warn while I pee.

Lisa had entered the room and moved to a place right near Brad’s head. From his angle, he could see up her dress to her panties. Wow he thought, my mother’s pussy and my sister’s panties all in the same afternoon. He was doubly thrilled, for his sister was a ten on anyone’s scale. Her honey blond hair hung in waves to her shoulders, her face was movie star beautiful and her body rivaled his mother’s for a great figure. Her ass was partly exposed by the French leg panties she was wearing, and he could see the crack as they fit snugly into her crotch. He swung his face away just as she looked down, so he

My cock pulses against my tongue, my balls already drawing up tight, heavy with the promise of what is to come. Catalina steps out of the joggers, her fingers immediately going to the elastic of her panties, black lace, barely there, the kind that clung to her like a second skin. She didn’t rush. Oh no, she teased, dragging the fabric down her hips with agonizing slowness, her ass flexing as she bent just enough to let the panties slide the rest of the way to the floor.

“Go on.” Feeling a rush of excitement, I unwrapped the box, lifted the lid and once again, Les's surprise took my breath away. My eyes watered and I had to wipe them with the back of my hand to see the new set of panties Les got me. Not only were they in different designs but they each had a customized cartoon character on them ranging from, Winx Club, Totally Spies, Monster High, Pinky and the Brain, Disney Princesses, Marvel Characters and so on.

I question him. He flips me onto my back and hovers over me momentarily. “You want to play first, then go check things out?” He confirms. “Exactly.” I agree. He kisses me deeply and allows his fingers to explore my body. “What in the world?” He asks, sitting up promptly and looking at the missing material from my panties. “These came with an opening just for me?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “They sure did. They are called crotchless panties.” I state. “I am going to explore these.” He declares and then does until he tires of them and rips them from my body.

My nipples poked through the fabric, hard and aching from all the buildup. He watched, arms crossed over his chest his expression stern, eyes raking over me. "Bra next. Show me those tits." I reached back, unhooked it with shaky fingers, letting it fall to the floor, my breasts bouncing free. They are full, C cups, heavy, and I saw his eyes linger on them, darkening. My pussy throbbed hard, fresh wetness trickling down my thigh that's exposed now without jeans to hide it. "Pants and panties, remove it, let me see those pussy."