Panty Poop Stories Novels & Stories

"I won't be able to look at his mouth without blushing." I wave her off. "You never blush." She laughs. "Well, what do you want me to say-when I look at his mouth my panties go wet." The girl has no filter. "You're incorrigible. No wet panties with my man. You have your own to drool over." "Panty drool is a good word for it." "Come on." I take her hand. "Someone needs to stuff a sock in your mouth."

Then she slid her shorts and panties down her legs, standing completely naked in front of him except for her cute glasses. “You shouldn’t feel guilty about being my first cock, Jackson,” she said softly, her voice turning husky. “I’ve already broken my hymen. I did it with a thick cucumber after watching a p**n video where a girl fucked herself with one. I’ve kept it a secret from all my friends. They still think I’m just the innocent virgin bookworm who only studies and touches herself… but I’ve been addicted to p**n for years, wondering what a real dick would feel like stretching my pussy. Now I want you to be the one to fuck me.”

"As you wish, your majesty." Today, she wore a purple lace panty which was already soaking wet when I removed it. Unlike other girls, her hygiene was top tier. It matters and it's never embarrassing to let the partner know they have bad hygiene. (Like honestly if they stink it's not pretty sex lmao)

I could see the thick veins on his cock bulging every time he thrust, the head of it disappearing behind her teeth while she struggled to take it all. I felt a sudden, sharp heat flare up between my legs. It was like a physical punch. My breath was coming in short, shaky hitches. Without even thinking, I slid my hand inside my denim skirt. I hadn't worn panties today, the trip was long and I hated how they felt rubbing against me for hours so when my fingers touched my skin, there was nothing in the way. I was soaking wet. My fingers came away slick with pussy juice.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Professor Ryan Gray’s cum leaking out of me all day. The way it had dripped down my thighs while I sat in his chair yesterday, thick and warm, while he filmed it like I was his personal p**n star. My pussy was still sore this morning, but that only made me wetter. I changed my panties three times before his lecture because every time I remembered his thumb stretching my asshole while he pumped my cunt full, I soaked through another pair.

Pain claws at my insides. A foreign kind of pain. It's more like an invasion of pressure. Everywhere. It plagues my loins, my tummy, the walls of my sex. There's a definite stretching there, my flesh hurrying to accommodate Ramsy's larger than normal shaft. And of course I know he's well above average. I work in a factory with women twice my age and all they talk about is men and sex. They laugh and tell me to cover my ears, no idea that the act of intercourse, the wild tangle of two people mating, has always made my panties damp in my factory suit. Their stories replay in my head at night before I fall asleep, wedged in between prayers for forgiveness.

I ask her, as I adjust my bulge inside my pants. "I don't know." Mom says, clearing her throat and calming her breathing. "I think because it's not just wham, bam. There is a story and a slow build until they finally can't help themselves." She says, looking at the bulge in my pants, she adds, "You seem to be enjoying it, too." "Yeah." I answer. "I think I need to undo my pants a little." I say, as I unsnap my jeans and pull my zipper down. My cock pushes my jockey shorts through the opening in my pants, creating a little white tent in my lap.

My parents both looked relieved. I figured I should just be straightforward with them about my situation and see if they knew anything. "I may have a problem," I started. "All day long, girls kept looking at my pants. Now, I specifically wore those baggy trousers, so I know I wasn't showing them anything. Evidently, there has been a rumor circulating around that I have a really big dick. I don't know how it got started, but it isn't just at the school. One of my friends overheard two housewives talking about it at a grocery store a month ago."

Panty Girl to the rescue! By the time the lunch break rolls around, I've drawn Panty Girl in a number of ridiculous situations. In one she's saving a cat from a tree. In another she's using a giant pair of panties as a parachute after jumping out of a burning plane. In still another she's cutting off Ford Grand's balls with a chainsaw. I'm a little creatively exhausted. Omar and Christian seem just as ready for a break. They turn around so quickly that Christian runs right into me. The tablet falls from my hands to the tiled floor.

He looked at me with a bored expression. "What," he replied with an irritated tone. "You're the... The one who stole my panty!" I shouted without even thinking about what came out of my mouth. And right after I said it, I could hear the students around us gasping out of surprise. And that’s when I thought of what did I just said. F*ck, Andy, Why did you say that out loud?! Oh heavens, just get me right now!