Novel & Cerita Panty Poop Stories

"Fine. So, I ran into him, the box broke, sending my underwear flying through the air..." "He saw your panties too?" "Yes! Now do you want to hear this story or not?" I moaned at her. She nodded her head, so I continued, "Well, I was on all fours picking up my personals when I spotted my vibrator behind him." Her eyes grew wide and she placed her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle a giggle. I told her the rest of the story, including what I'd said to him about his tiny dick, and she couldn't hold it in anymore.

Elena’s POV Tell me… should I close my legs and pretend that my panties is not hanging around my ankles like the slut I am? Or play the superwoman, grab the soaked thong and dip it in my purse while the ‘fucking’ god himself watches? Or maybe I should take my panties, sniff it in and run my tongue along the wet area… Say I go further and spread my legs so he sees how wet and sloppy the real pot is. Shit! Shit!!

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.

Gwen pouts, eyes dancing with amusement. "Didn't you need to shit earlier?" I asked as a way to get her off our backs. "Yeah so?" Gwen voiced out as she turns around quickly when she nearly stumbles. "I heard when you talk too much, the poop comes out faster." It was a lie. I didn't even think that was possible. But if it helped to get her off my back then I'd say anything even if it's not scientifically proven. "Oh crap, I'll shut it then. I didn't wear panties today so that will make a mess." I could hear the horror in her voice and didn't know if to cringe or burst out into laughter.

Who would have thought steel-capped boots would be a turn-on? .... Love that hat.... As she bends, I'm tugging at her belt, pulling her jeans around her knees. I take a moment to enjoy the sight of her pink, white-cotton-panty be-clad derriere, then the panties follow, to dangle by her knees also.... It's certainly not rape. She's grinning from ear to ear, but it has a frisson of Not Allowed about it… "Ah, that's a fine sight. Love the boots."

Ariel Marie P.O.V: A week later... It's been a week, and they are still rude and mean to me. Just yesterday in our room. They took out all my underwear and hung it up on the flagpole. I had to go to the store to buy all new underwear. So, I went to the mall to Victoria's Secret and got white, red, and black panties. They are sexier than my old ones. I got thongs. So, no panties now. So, I am going bare ass. So, I am getting my stuff ready for school. Today is our first day of class. I am in my English Lite class. I can't wait to go there to study and learn more about how the writers felt as they wrote.

I have protected my body throughout my stay in Prussiate just for his own interests and here he is accusing me falsely. I angrily turned to the other end not wanting to see him as my eyes caught a red pantie lying on the floor! I was right he fvcked a slut… I angrily picked the pantie, raising it up in disgust. "Just like you fvcked a slut last night and liked it!" I called back as he turned, staring at the pantie in shock. @pop precious

My eye came in contact with a massive tall figure, tipping back the last of his wine. "Hug the couch, ass out." He commanded, placing the glass on the small table. I scurried to obey, hugging the chair as I pushed my ass out. Lube leaked from my pucker, my swampy snatch dripping. Footsteps. My head buried on the sofa. Behind me, he yanked my gown up, exposing my bare cheeks to his eyes. Of course I was pantless , five months of fucking and dozens of panties ripped to shreds, there wasn't a point in wearing one.

“You’ve bought every plastic toy they have on online sales. Every curve, every size… your collection is insane, bitch.” “And how do you know that?” I asked, rolling my eyes dramatically, though my pussy clenched at the memory of all those toys. “I saw them the last time I asked for your phone to call someone. And then I saw you were on dating sites too. The toys were in your locker last summer. There were a lot,” she laughed. They all laughed, but I couldn’t hide the growing throb anymore. My panties were completely ruined, my thighs sticky with arousal.

Emily argued back. "Besides, none of this is relevant since Benjamin is already married!" "Yeah, right, like he married a washed-up whore like you!" Raegan snarled back. "She's talking about me," Pandora said sweetly, walking over to her. "I am not like you and wouldn't call someone a whore or a slut, even if they were acting ridiculous as you are right now." Pandora made sure her eyes glance down her body and put on a look of disgust. "But the tag on your panties is showing and it says, next." She barely held in her laughter when the woman looked to check the back of her skirt to make sure no tag was showing.