Panty Poop Novels & Stories

When Elayne had said she was wearing matching panties, she'd really meant it. Not only were they the same, sexy black silk, but somehow they were even more revealing than her bra was. I could instantly tell that she was completely shaven as well as getting a near-perfect view of her incredible pussy. From the look of things, my sister was just as turned on as I was. It took all of my self-control to not shove my head into her crotch to try and eat her out.

She was not wearing a freaking pantie! I jolted up and caught up with her before she could take a step, I threw her on the sofa and everything came into view, her clean, delicious, and beautiful pussy! "Why are you not wearing a pantie?" I questioned her as calmly as I could, but it still came out very harsh. I was mad and thinking about who must have seen her like this got me more mad. "Answer the question, Adrian!"

His voice was cold as ice and when he picked up my pantie from the floor, I froze, my face flushing red with embarrassment. "Give back that! What right do you have to touch my underwear!" I yelled, trying to reach for it but the motherfucker was taller. "Hmm….." he hummed, sliding his fingertips along the soaked fabric, "G-string? our dear nerdy wears sexy panties too? Hmm, interesting. But why is it so wet, who made you cum this much?" I twisted my face in pure disgust when he brought it close to his nose and took a long sniff. "Wow….such depraved scent…."

“Well then, help me down and stop gawking at my panties.” “Who says I’m even looking at your panties?” Truthfully, I couldn’t help it since they were currently at my eye level. I tried to be discreet, but short of turning my back to her, it was unavoidable. “All boys care about are panties,” she remarked, and even though I couldn’t see her face, I knew she was rolling her eyes. “Moody, that one,” Dante remarked from where he stood by the gate, hands still in his pockets. “There are two of you?” she snapped. “Good God, how many people are actually staring at my ass right now?”

He leans over me, sliding the straps of my panties down, “I think I'm jealous.” My heart pounds so hard, I'm sure it misses the next beat. Julian pulls my panties tight, ripping the thin cloth so easily that it makes me gasp. “Your panties are so flimsy... maybe you should stop wearing them when you're around me.” He pulls me to the edge again, leaving me with my legs open wide and ready to receive him. With his hands spreading the insides of my thighs, Julian reveals the erection that's so hard that veins pop out.

She unfastened her jeans with tantalizing slowness, seeming to lower the zipper a notch at a time. Her panties showed at last. They were skimpy bikinis, slung so low that a fringe of pussy hair showed above the elastic. Manuela shook her hips and the jeans fell all the way down her legs and she stepped out of them, completely naked, except for her tight panties. The sheer fabric of those panties hugged Manuela's crotch so snugly that the outline of her cunt was beautifully obvious. She rubbed herself through the clinging yellow nylon until it was darkened by a spreading stain of her pussy juice.

Because with him, maybe she was finally safe. She rolled the condom on then leaned in, kissing him just as deeply before. "These need to go," he growled and grabbed her panties at the hip. She opened her mouth to mention how stretchy they were, but her words dried up on her tongue at the sudden ripping sound. "There." He sounded so satisfied. For a second she stared at the now ruined panties. He'd ripped them up one side. Ripped. These were the no seams, expensive, panty-line-less kind. And he just ripped it to bits like it was nothing, then flicked the fabric out of the way.

He really enjoyed himself. Susan let out a breath as she realize just how soaked her pussy is. My panties are drenched. Fuck. She brush a lock of raven hair back behind her ear as she swallow weakly. Throwing the skirt off of her body, she stretch before getting up from the chair. Then she slide her soaked panties down her legs. Once she toss the dirty underwear into the air, she head to the bed and dig out her new dildo.

Her skin was fair, luminous, almost translucent, and I could see the blue veins beneath the surface, a map of treasures I had never imagined I would be allowed to explore. She smiled, seeing my gaze. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice a provocative whisper. “Anya…” “Wait. It’s not over.” Her hands moved down to the sweatpants. She untied them slowly, her fingers sliding along the waistband of the panties I had not yet seen. When the pants fell, revealing her long, toned legs, I held my breath. The panties were a thong. Black. Tiny. Damn. “You’re a bitch,” I whispered, my voice failing.

Kent push my ankle-length skirt up to my waist and shoots me a mischievous smile, “Well, if you don’t say yes, mommy, let’s get a little foreplay to get you wet first.” He looks down at my plain comfortable panty, carefreely tracing his fingers down from my belly to the tip of my pubic bone, swirling playfully around the thin cloth that covers my private womanhood. “Woa, that’s really some old mommy’s panty.”