Panty Poop Novels & Stories

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.

It felt like a hug but it didn't last long before she jumped down. She looked for her pants and as she did, I watched her petite body. Her round ass and her ever sexy waist. “Did I help you forget? Him?” I asked, watching her wear her panties? “Yes. And, “ she turned to me and gave me an overall look. “The same way I want you to forget this ever happened.” Ah, I chuckled and she raised her head, while pulling down her gown. “How is that possible, ehen? What adult wears Mickey mouse panty? I don't think I can ever see that, Normani.” I smirked and I watched her eyes go wide and her cheeks heated up.

Her sweet chuckle conquered my eyes, it echoed in the four corners of my office. “I became wet by just listening to you earlier. I was so wet I could feel it drooling down my legs so I decided to give you my panty. Do you like it?” Clenching my jaw, I brought it on my nose and smelled it. Fucking so good. This is the panty she was wearing, meaning to say she doesn’t wear any underwear right now. Fucking whore. I grabbed her arms and pinned her against the wall. “Do you really want me to punish you, hmm?”

Someone babbled out, and it was quickly followed by a round of laughter from the few people dispersed along the hallway. “Fuck off!” Mary scowled at the guy scaring him away. “See, that’s what I’m talking about.” “Poopy pants?” I was already cackling at this. “Ugh, not you laughing with them.” “I’m sorry, it’s just funny. But what happened?” “There’s no story to tell, but yeah, I shit my pants back in seventh grade, and ever since that time, I’ve been called poopy pants.” “Oh, wait,” I said as we both paused from walking. “I’m pretty sure we’ve walked past my locker.”

Gigi began,” Grab my panties like this. She lifted one side up, pulling it slightly to the center, forming a little inviting tunnel between of cotton leading to her crack. “See that? I want you to stick your cock under my panties now, put it right up against my asshole. Good boy!” Snap! She dropped the panties, stinging slightly against my shaft as they came snapping down.

There seemed to be more items in the bag, but my interest was in the particular piece in my hands. The panties had the words “EAT ME” written across the crotch area. I arched an eyebrow, swallowing hard as my imagination ran wild. Right at that moment, the door to the bathroom opened and Sophia walked into the room. I raised my head, only for my throat to run dry at what she was wearing. She was only in a tiny, white towel that barely covered her ass. She froze when she saw me, her cheeks turning rosy when her eyes lowered to the panties in my hand.

Now I was in pants; I always wore those in the morning. "Leave the pants on your thighs," she said as I pulled them down; it was crazy, but again, she was the professional here. I left the pants on my thighs and was now left with my mommy panties. “Ooo sexy panties.” Okay, she must be joking. “I love a decent woman; I love the feeling of ruining her innocence.” Her voice dropped; it sounded so low, like she had just orgasmed or something. I shot my eyes open, and there she was, staring at me, but her hands were now squeezing her boobs.

"Now, how about some pizza?" Pam slipped on the yellow gown, and unlike the first time she'd worn it earlier that morning, was well aware of its propensity to become transparent when backlit. Now, however, she didn't even have the minor consolation of wearing any panties as she stared at herself in the mirror, her still damp hair sexily framing her face. Her lack of underwear wasn't completely obvious, well, besides the fact that her seemingly perpetually erect nipples were clearly tenting the thin cotton nightie. She'd refrained from masturbating in the shower, as the guilt that followed her erotic interlude with Beth led her to opting for a cool shower instead, yet still in hopes of dampen

Dean reached down to palm his throbbing cock while watching in anticipation as she reached behind her to pull down her panties. “Fuuuck,” Manny cursed as Penny revealed her lovely little pink cunt to the three men towering behind her. Her folds glistened with some of her juices revealing the naughty girl was turned on, displaying her pussy for them. Penny couldn’t pull her panties past her knees, so she left them there, kneeling on all fours while her pussy got hit by the hot stares from the men. Her breath stuttered and lips parted when she felt fingers brush against her pussy. “I’m going to confirm if this cunt has actually never been fucked before, Miss Jensen,” Manny growled.

“I don’t want you wearing your mother’s old underpants, and they’re too sexy for a girl your age anyway. You need new, clean underwear that belongs to you alone.” “Dad!” she laughs. “I’m eighteen! Don’t you think these underpants are a little young, though?” She holds up a pair to show me, draped over her pointer finger. It’s white cotton spattered with tiny pink flowers, and a miniature pink bow at the front of the waistband. They’re cute. “You’re seventeen,” I answer emphatically. “And no.” I frown, but I know she can see the amusement in my eyes. “Those are proper underpants. Anyway, is there someone looking at your panties who’s going to care?”