Panty Poop Accident Novels & Stories

When I looked closely, I saw that the panty he had just shot his load on was actually mine. I accidentally knocked on the door, and he turned around the moment he saw me. He then started to walk over, half-n@ked. I gasped when I saw his enormous, long, fat dvvk. It was getting harder again. My pvvsy juice started to roll down my leg and down my inner thighs.

I collapsed on the table, and he collapsed on top of me. For the first hour, I could barely walk, but I did manage to get up on my feet and fix my dress. My pantyhose was ruined when he tore it, and our cum dribbled all over it, so that had to be discarded, and when I say ‘discarded’, I mean handed over to him to keep it wherever he kept my panties from yesterday.

She pulled back and spat out the unpleasant mouthful as he spurted over her face and neck. After the squirts had become a dribble, the man pulled his penis back through the hole before slamming open the cubicle door and running out, leaving Penny kneeling on the floor of a public toilet, weeping at her lost innocence. Eventually, Penny managed to compose herself. She wiped away the worst of the semen with toilet tissue before venturing out of the stall, checking there was no-one there. Where had he left her clothes? She checked where the stranger had been: no clothes. Frantically she checked the other cubicle: no clothes. And then the rest of the room: no clothes.

I couldn't stand the shame of looking a stranger in the eyes and saying, “Sorry, last night was a mistake,” I gently tiptoed out of the bed, picking up pieces of my clothing that was scattered all around the room. I slipped into them as quietly as I could and that was when I noticed that my panties were missing. “Fuck,” I cursed out, squatting to see if it was under the bed. It wasn't. I heard a sound coming from above me and I almost froze in place. It was from the stranger. Shit. Was he waking up? I decided to crawl my way out of the room, forgoing my panties. As soon as I reached the door, I got on my feet to scurry away.

Penny was holding the coffee, wearing high heels, and Wythe's sudden collision caused the coffee to spill all over her chest, drenching her from neck to waist, eliciting a sharp scream from her. Wythe seemed very embarrassed as he stood aside. "I'm really sorry, Auntie. I was in a hurry to go to the bathroom and didn't notice you. Are you okay, Auntie?" Could Penny say she was okay? Even if she had a problem, she couldn't say it, right? Didn't she see Lambert staring at her intently? So she quickly straightened her posture, swayed out of the office. Wythe looked triumphantly at Lambert, blinking. If he guessed correctly, there must have been something added to the coffee.

I've gotten lucky several times and have seen her different colored panties. On one occasion mom was terribly busy on her laptop at the kitchen table and I was repairing a window blind and dropped a screw. Without really thinking about it I bent down to pick the screw up and looked in her direction and she had her legs spread, she had no panties on, and I saw her luxurious pink pussy. Boy, did I get a hard-on. Mom was so busy she didn't notice. I stood up, finished the repair, and quickly left and went off to the bathroom to jerk off thinking of mom's pink pussy.

The both of us understanding almost immediately, cause somehow we had spent more than an hour plus in this very location doing- You know what we were doing. But that wasn't the problem. The real problem was, "Hey, is that a panty?" Someone suddenly asked, catching everyone's attention. Staring right at a particular spot. A tree. THE tree. "It is a panty! It is!" Another confirmed, louder than the first. Others rushing over. "Oh my God, who would - "Someone's been adventurous!!" "Oh God," Serena cried silently beside me. Clenching my arm. Hiding away a bit. Embarrassment thick in her eyes.

I fucked the sensitive tip of my dick into my slippery hand, milking every last drop of pleasure out of my orgasm. Light-headed and panting, I leaned over the sink and pressed my forehead against the mirror. My breath fogged the glass, obscuring my reflection. Honestly, I was glad. The shame that always accompanied this fantasy was quick on the heels of my euphoric release. Swallowing down my disgust, I reached blindly for a few paper towels and turned on the faucet to clean myself up. This is so fucking ridiculous.

Next, Micah immediately bulged his eyes. “Oh my gosh! Maureen must have pooped!” squealed Micah covering his mouth. Hearing that, instantly Alex and Claire were frozen in place. Then they looked at each other with gaping faces. Micah quickly grabbed Maureen from Alex's arms and quickly checked her pants. Alex grimaced at the sight of his hand that had been stained with yellowish liquid. Micah looked at Alex with an apologetic face. “Sure enough, Maureen pooped and she wasn't wearing a bra! I'm sorry. I apologize. I have to clean up her poop now. Once again, I apologize and thank you,” Micah again bowed his body, then scurried away from Alex and Claire's presence.

She opens her legs a bit more and just lets it all out, feeling the poop making its way out anyways. She shutters as a large and mostly liquid mess fills the back of her diaper, darkening the appearance and making it sag significantly. She knows there's still more but she can already feel that she's filled the diaper to at least half capacity. She whines again and pushes once more, this time with a bit of difficulty. Both of her arms are putting pressure on her belly as she pushes out the rest of it into her diaper, more solid than the previous one. Samantha ends up having to adjust her stance, opening her legs so the mess doesn't stick to her skin more than it already has. She feels that it