Thong Novels & Stories

Lindy had her hands covering her mouth in utter disbelief. The Macmiller triplets had their fleshy dicks out in the open! Damn! These men were as infamous as the rumors have it. The muscular one in the middle, who was her favourite had the dick with the most veins. It was creamish at the tips too. She recalled that Thane was his name. He like his weed bare in his hand without any pipe. Unlike the triplet by the right side, Chad, he was with a hookah. Chad had the biggest dick. If her calculations were correct, it was a size 10. Chad's dick was fleshy, chubby and meaty. Girls in the club would call such dick ‘a jambalaya’. The final triplet Klein had a knife shaped dick. He was smoking a gian

I move behind her, and without waiting another goddamn second, I reach down, close my fingers on the hem of her pleated skirt, and pull it up, all the way up, until with an animal groan deep inside my chest, her entire little peach of an ass is exposed to me. She’s wearing a fucking thong. I’m not sure if I was expecting something cliched like white cotton ones out of a schoolgirl porno, but there’s something so fucking hot about the very grown up red lace tucked tight between the soft globes of her ass that has me ready to tear it off with my teeth.

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”

He ate me through the thong pulling me into his mouth, tongue dragging, lips sealing, sucking the wetness straight through the material until the fabric clung even tighter to every fold. Only after several long, devastating moments did he hook his fingers into the waistband and pull the thong down my legs. He turned the soaked fabric over in his hands, brought it to his mouth, and sucked. His tongue dragged over the wettest parts, collecting every trace of my cum, eyes locked on mine the entire time as he cleaned the fabric with slow, hungry strokes.

And I would’ve let it. Triston gripped my cheek, his thumb pressing softly into my skin, forming small circles on me. His other hand slipped down the center of my back, brushing over the zipper of my dress. The inside of the house remained silent. A long sigh of fabric gave way as he pulled it down with effortless precision. The dress nearly slipped off me, and my skin felt the warmth of him as he moved his hand to touch me. We were both in such an absurd mood, Triston's hand twisted on the back of my head, pushing me forward. My breath was nearly stolen, our faces so close to each other that we both could smell the alcohol on us.

She wore only a delicate black thong, the thin strip of fabric doing almost nothing to preserve her modesty. “How can you wear something like this to a piano lesson?” Madame Laurent murmured, her voice low and rich with amusement. The baton slid along the waistband of the thong, then followed the thin strip of material downward, tracing the cleft between Nia’s cheeks with deliberate slowness. Nia shuddered violently as the smooth tip of the pointer brushed over the sensitive pucker of her asshole, even through the fabric. Every nerve ending felt electrified. “Thongs are surprisingly comfortable,”

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.

Belle responded after each smack. "Pleaaaase, pleasseeee, sirrrrr, please let me cum, may I cum, plleeeassseee?" Belle whispered finally, begging for any release. I kneeled under her to look at her more closely. Belle was so wet that the thong was soaked fully through. Her upper thighs glistened, and a small rivulet of her spunk trailed down her left thigh. I reached beneath the thong and, keeping my fingers flat, rubbed her slit from front to back all the way from her pelvic bone and clit on the front, to her anus in the back. Belle's head lolled backwards, her face staring straight at the ceiling and her lustrous locks falling

It was a dream every boy had. To save their family from a thief or a robber. But what kind of thief takes a shower? Then I saw it. On the floor. Neon pink lace. A bra and a thong. My throat went dry. My cock twitched so hard it hurt. What. The. Fuck.

But now I’ve found what I’m looking for! That purple whale tail thong that peeps raunchily above the top of her blue jeans so tight they look spray painted onto her naked body. I run it through my fingers. It's so brief! The front’s just a tiny triangle of sheeny purple satin hardly big enough to cover a woman’s full bush, the back a strip just wide enough to nestle between the cheeks of her backside, and just a little bit more for show. She didn’t know I was spying on her just days ago kissing her boyfriend with her eyes closed in blissful pleasure, with his hand under her denim miniskirt hungrily fingering her between her willingly spread legs through this s