Pooping Panties Novels & Stories

Wetting your pants when you coughed or laughed too hard, acid reflux and indigestion, cankles-God definitely had an odd sense of humor. "Were you coughing?" "No." She half laughed, but I could tell she was concerned. "I went to the bathroom, and when I came back to sit down on the couch, I peed a little. So, I went back to the bathroom, sat down, and peed again. It wasn't a lot, but I definitely peed again." "Lissa, you're paranoid. You're pregnant. We pee a lot." "Yeah, I'd agree except it happened three more times before I called you. I haven't sat back down."

I get the feeling she's rushing me to get this over with and I understand her anxiety but I won't rush. She comes up for air, baring her long, slender neck. I trail my lips down her chin, licking and sucking her pulse point until she starts rubbing herself against my erection. "Dante" she whimpers, clinging to my shoulders. I slip my hand inside her slit only to be met by underwear. "What is this?" She giggles "Built-in panties" "Since when did they start making those?" "You didn't think I'd walk around butt naked. Did you?" "A man can only hope," I say palming her pussy through the material "Fuck, baby, you're soaking wet"

It wouldn't be fair to Teddy if I got myself off. My body was so continuously overloaded with sensuality that I couldn't help the fact that my pussy dripped all day long. I barely even had to think about my brother and liquid would seep out of me. It was to the point where I had to carry around a spare pair of panties because one pair just wouldn't last the day anymore. I had even taken to leaving my soiled panties in my brother's bathroom most nights when I was at his apartment. He never mentioned them, but I was sure he enjoyed my little "treats".

She cried out and he reached down grabbed her panties, and she heard them tear as he yanked them forward off her legs. Gio wadded the ruined soaked panties into a ball and shoved them into her mouth, then really went to work on her pussy. Pinching her clit harder and stabbing his tongue in and out of her like he was fucking her with it. She could taste her desire on the ruined, dirty panties in her mouth. The smell of them in her nose, as she screamed out her first orgasm around them. Gio stood and spun her around. Grabbing her hands and moving them across the desk. "Hold on to the other edge Mommy slut you dirty girl."

By then, my right fingers were already in between the hole of her pu*sy but her panti*s were still guarding it. I dipped my one of my fingers into the pot hole pushing her panties dip into her honey pot. “Ahhahahh ouuuehx!! Ahhhahaha!! ohh myy! Gosh!” She screamed out softly I thrust it in and out of her as she moaned loudly She was really sweating “Oh my gosh! Please, it’s so pain……ful!!” She screamed out as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Sorry baby,” I muttered silently I shifted her panties and I felt her watery pu**y

I folded it quickly, almost angrily, and tossed it next my jeans. My panties matched the same wine-red color with a thin band of lace at the hips and a little bow at the front that I suddenly realized looked ridiculous in this context. It's like I had shown up to war carrying a ribbon. I ripped them off as heat crawled up my neck, tossing them next to my bra.

(Emily's POV) I hate to say this but I really need to pee. I can't hold it in much longer. Swallowing my pride, I stood up and walked to the bucket. It was a dark blue plastic bucket, the one you use to clean the floors with. I pulled down my panties and bent my knees, careful not to touch the bucket. I did my business and then pulled my panties back up. He still hadn't gotten me toilet paper as he promised.

Upside down, I watch my heavily soaked panties. ‘Jeez, Pam!’ The same part of me tries to scold me but I’m beyond that. I shove my hand in and peel off my panties. The rich sight has me gasping. It’s incredibly wild watching the slimy cum drip from my wet pussy. It carelessly spills along my thighs. It leaves me curling my toes and hoping to fuck with you. ‘PAM!’ I swipe a pad-full and pull out. Finally standing upright, I stare at my coated finger.

“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?”

I give them a desperate tug, still smiling as if I'm completely at ease, trying to keep from looking down and drawing any extra attention to what are by far the most embarrassing piece of clothing I own. It almost works. With one more sharp tug, I get the panties free of my shoe, but I use a little too much force. And while this particular pair of underwear is old, the elastic waistband still has plenty of spring to it, because before I even realize what's happening, it sling-shots its way from my grip and flies across the room. Hitting Orlando Fontaine right in the chest. Everyone in the tent is dead silent as my sad, stained period panties fall to the ground. Orlando stares down at them wi