Pooping Panties Stories Novels & Stories

When Jenna took off Terri's skirt she announced, "Oh Ms. Commando, so you put on the frills to impress but you don't wear the essentials, shame on you girl. Let me smell your fingers!" Both girls broke out in giggles as Jenna licked Terri's fingers and again announcing in a very loud tone, "Just what I thought, pussy flavored!" Once she stopped laughing she said, "Oops, I left my panties in your car daddy!" Kim's head turned around and looked between Terri and me as she said, "I leave you two alone for just a few minutes and the floozy moves in on my man and leaves her panties in his car, how dare you!" Laughing Terri said, "I'm so sorry mom I got so excited my panties just fell off me, I'll

“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.

My classmates were gathered around my desk, laughing and holding their noses as if something smelled awful. “What’s going on?” I asked. The laughter died down immediately as everyone turned toward me. A few mumbled under their breath as they went back to their seats, some still giggling. Then I saw it, a pile of something on my desk. I walked closer, and my stomach dropped. It was a bunch of old, dirty panties. They smelled absolutely disgusting. There were about five pairs, and the stench was unbearable. I put my hands over my nose to stop myself from gagging. “Who the hell put this here? Who?” I demanded.

Chapter Four Temptation in Plain Sight NOVA POV The day after my friends left me with the man whose company I’ve been dreading again since our last meeting started with my favorite panties going missing. Not just any panties, it’s my soft pink lace ones. The ones I bought after reading Velvet Nights because the heroine wore them before her boss bent her over a desk and ruined her for every other man in the city. They were my “just in case” panties. Just in case something scandalous ever happened.

Something seemed different about her description. Unlike fantasy talk in the past, it sounded like she was telling me a true story. "He fucked you for real?" I asked. "Yea. They held my dress up while he did it to me. My panties were near my knees so I couldn't spread my feet too much, but they were holding my thighs open too. It was kind of hard and rough, but he came kind of quick. I thought it was over and was trying to pull my panties up, but then the other two opened their pants. One pulled my panties to my ankles. They bent me over the arm of the sofa. I stepped one foot out of my panties as they were again spreading my feet. One of my shoes came off. They took turns in me a few times

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.

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."

, She asked sweetly, " I'd love that", Abigail grinned, " whose panties are these?", " Alice's panties", " You wash it with the washing machine right?", " No, she does not like that", " Huh? She does not like it? But yet she can't even wash her panties?" Abby scoffed disgustedly, "If I'm the one, I'll tear off three out of it and tell her It was a mistake." Clarisse chuckled, "That's too bad, I can't do that",

He was such a horny dog. Well, you didn't think that when you were fisting the sheets this morning. My mind chided me and I giggled to myself. I retrieved the flimsy materials from the floor and dumped them in the hamper, scoffing at my torn panties. Only God knows how many of my panties Arden has torn. If he keeps this up, I wouldn't have any underwear anymore. And then, the thought I had been struggling to repress since the day it happened came rushing back to the surface. I stilled, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.