Thong Novels & Stories

Matching crotchless panties that left nothing to the imagination Sheer black thigh-high stockings with garter belts, and a tiny pleated skirt so short it would barely cover my ass. The fabric was luxurious, the kind that would cling to every inch of my skin. Next to it, nestled in more wrapping: a huge realistic dildo. Thick, veiny, at least eight inches, with a heavy base and balls. It looked expensive too.. A couple of other toys and a small bottle of lube rolled out beside it. My mouth went dry. My cock jumped hard in my sweatpants. This was insane.

Use me. Thorne laughed deep, fingers fumbling his belt. His pants dropped to his boots, cock bouncing free. It was long, maybe eight inches, veiny with a curve up, head fat and dark purple, a drop of pre-cum shining at the tip. He gripped it, stroking once, eyes on my slit. ‘Captain claims the harbor first,’ he said, stepping between my legs. He rubbed the head up and down my folds, coating it in my slick. It felt so good, teasing my entrance. Then he shoved in, one hard push, burying deep.

and I take a sip of the miso soup. She mentions, “Black, lace, thong.” Just by the moment I hear her, I am suddenly choked by the soup, it almost comes out of my nose. It wasn’t a pantie she was wearing last night, it was a thong… She says she wears only a thong to her sleep every night…

Lastly l got one. It was a black dress but it didn't need me to wear a bra , it was designed in the way that only my black nipples we're almost the only covered ones and then as it flowed down , it had a slit up my thigh in fact in between my thighs. l knew it that once l sit down and then do one simple mistake , my red thong will be seen by him.

She got up and walked to Taylor, only for him to stand up, saying, “What are you doing?” “It’s mine!” Charlie declared. “Why are you so worked up over a scrunchie?” Taylor asked. “It’s not a scrunchie, it’s a thong!” Charlie finally said. Charlie tried to grab her thong, but Taylor would lean back or block her hands. He was so tall that Charlie could not reach it! “A thong?” Taylor gave a dumbfounded look. He yanked the thong up from his hair and stretched it. “What on earth is a thong?”

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As I walked out of Mom's bedroom I heard her sigh resignedly. I smirked knowing that she was hoping that I would climb over her just as I was. But I knew that she would appreciate my choice of attire as soon as she saw it. I returned to my bedroom and got out my new black G-string thong. The thong cradled my balls and hugged my hard cock lewdly, giving everyone a clear outline of my hard cock. The black fabric looked amazing against my pale skin and I couldn't help admiring myself in the mirror.

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

Kids laughing somewhere far off. She parted her thighs. Slow. Just enough. The skirt rode up. Thong visible if anyone looked close. He rested his hand on her inner thigh. High. Fingers brushing the edge of the lace. “Tell me how it feels,” he said. “Embarrassed,” she whispered. “Everyone can see… almost.” “And?” “Wet. Really wet. The thong is soaked.” “Good.” His fingers slipped under the lace. Found her clit. Circled once. Slow.

Good thing she had a second lover ready to take over. Where Marc's cock was wide, Thad's was long and fully erect, curved at the end. Slim, but strong fingers gripped her thighs, holding her wide open so he could pin her with his penis. She arched off the bed. If she'd thought Marc hit the spot, his was only a tease compared to what Thad could do. Piston-like in motion, Thad pumped into her, his cock striking her G-spot with unerring precision with each stroke. Already at the edge, Toni climaxed, her body shaking and shuddering with the strength of her release. Her hoarse cries were caught by Marc as he kissed her.