See My Panties Novels & Stories

"Yes." "We play a little differently, though, than everyone else. Don't we?" I sink my thumb in deep and watch moisture seep from her pussy below. It's such a thing of beauty I shoot a string of come into the sand, my abdomen flexing painfully. "You're the only little girl here who didn't wear her panties. Did you want Daddy to see between your legs?"

I command, my voice staying soft and quiet, belying the turmoil inside me. When she turns, I can see her plump, perfect ass, and I nearly shoot my load in my pants. All I can see is the little string sliding up between her ass cheeks and around her narrow hips. “Take off your panties,” I say and she reaches up quickly to pull them off. “Slowly,” I bark. “And keep your legs straight. I want to see you bent over.” She begins to slowly bend over, arching her back as she pulls her panties pulled down, leaving me a view of her pretty little pussy lips, already glistening with her desire. She’s not a Niagara Falls level yet, but she will be when I’m done.

It’s all I can think of – its all I want, and all I could ever want. I am on my knees now – all caution and propriety are vanished. With both hands, I part her thighs and begin to lick up the track of the little brown stream on her right thigh. I am inching my way towards her panties and the forbidden treasures they hold. Her shit is thicker now, hotter, stronger and more arousing. I have hiked her dress up to her waist, exposing her beige cotton panties. My eyes are met with an indescribably perverse sight. Her lovely panties are bulging with her hot soft shit. It is seeping out of the right leg-hole, staining her cotton crotch a wet brownish yellow.

I command, my voice staying soft and quiet, belying the turmoil inside me. When she turns, I can see her plump, perfect ass, and I nearly shoot my load in my pants. All I can see is the little string sliding up between her ass cheeks and around her narrow hips. “Take off your panties,” I say and she reaches up quickly to pull them off. “Slowly,” I bark. “And keep your legs straight. I want to see you bent over.” She begins to slowly bend over, arching her back as she pulls her panties pulled down, leaving me a view of her pretty little pussy lips, already glistening with her desire. She’s not a Niagara Falls level yet, but she will be when I’m done.

I jerked my thumb behind me. She gulped. Pulled at her dress hem, moving it upwards a millimeter at a time. Didn't matter, because by the time her pink satin panties were completely exposed, I could see the stain of her arousal where the slit was. Her eyes moved upwards to mine, her blush growing deeper.

When she looks up, she’s biting her lip and looks a bit concerned, “What’s wrong, baby?’ “Um, did you know that the panties have a tear in them?” “They do?” I pretend to be disturbed by this and not let her see my amusement, “Where at, show me.” Her eyes go wide, “I can’t, it’s in the crotch area!” I grab her waist and bring her so she’s standing between my legs. My hands go to the hem of the skirt and slide up, taking the material with them. I bite my own lip when I see her in the garter, looking sexy as fuck. Using just my fingers, I slide them trough her folds twice before pulling them away.

She walked out and no longer after, I followed her. I knew she went to the restroom. I peeked from the keyhole and saw her drop her panties on the sink. I just wanted to get a thing of hers that will keep me closer to her. I opened the door silently and walked in gently. I looked around and picked up her panties. I sniffed it and damn! I missed her so much more. I was going crazy. So crazy that I am finding out to control myself.

Her legs slowly parted to reveal the wet panties and she saw her stepfather’s gaze fix on them. The teenage girl lifted her ass up a little and when she slid her hands between her thighs, grabbed her panties and pulled them up tight. She knew the outline of her pussy lips would be clearly visible through the wet material and her stepfather’s gaze remained on it. “If we do this,” she went on. “My mum doesn’t hear about anything.” Her stepfather looked up to meet her gaze, but didn’t say anything.

Landon Pierce stood in the doorway, drenched from head to toe, looking painfully like a golden retriever that had been left out in the rain. The scrolling comments still lingered in my mind. "Spoiled brat." "Billionaire heiress." "Liar." "Pregnant." "Kill her." "The child gets abused." My knees felt weak. Under normal circumstances, I would've snatched the cherries from his hands, called him a useless idiot a few more times, eaten the entire box myself, and told him to sleep on the couch.

"CLICK!!!! A bright light blinded my eyes for a few seconds, and my vision cleared; I saw a girl standing three feet away from me, holding her phone. She's wearing this oversized shirt, double the right size for her body, baggy pants, and a Converse. She tied her golden brown hair in messy buns above her head. I blink my eyes once, thrice, before everything that happened sinks into my mind. I quickly stood up, and My chair created a loud sound when it scratched on the floor.