1. The Stolen Panties


    Date: 7/16/2016, Categories: Fiction Female solo, Male Solo, Masturbation Teen Male/Teen Female Young Author: shayker85, Source: sexstories.com

    The Stolen Panties Part One: It's almost midnight, and I am laying here with a boner like none I've ever had. I am begging for my parents to go to bed for the night. Finally they do and when I'm sure they are down for the night I quietly climb out of my bed and steal my way over to the corner of my room. In my school bag I rummage around for the treasure that is hiding under my math book. Tara's panties. She's thirteen, four years younger than me but she's developing fast. Last year I noticed the changes, she shot up. The nothingness began to fill her shirt, soon she'll be wearing a bra but for now I am forever painfully aware of the buds poking through her tee shirts. She even smells different now and that's the part of her especially that drives me fucking crazy From biology I know what I’m smelling is pheromones, but oh my God. My neighbour Brad thinks I come over to his house everyday to hang out with him but really I go there to be close to her. Today I was using their bathroom. As I was doing my business my eyes wandered over to the laundry hamper, to the floor beside it where she'd haphazardly aimed a pair of her panties. They lay there wadded up, calling me. The thought that the last place they were before ending up on the floor was nestled up against her crotch made me bar up so instantly that I had to twist my hips, so that my knob wasn't scraped raw on the toilet seat as it inflated to its fullest. I stood up and gingerly imprisoned my pecker within my trousers. ...
    ... Then I made sure the door was locked and took the panties in both hands. They were half way up to my face when I had a paranoid vision of somebody standing outside the door and hearing me breathe deeply and somehow knowing exactly what was going on. I was about to put them back where I'd found them when I saw my schoolbag, which I'd carried with me into the bathroom. 'No,' I told myself. And then I did, I stole Tara's underpants. They are made of pink cotton , with a red hem. I creep back to my bed with them, like the thief I am. I am now laying stark naked on my bed. My balls are in danger of turning blue any second but I want this moment to last forever, so for now I just hold them by the waist and commit every last stitch to memory. I turn them inside out and just about blow my load when I see that they are stained with dried pussy juice. I can't believe my damn luck, of all the panties I could have absconded with I choose the ones she's recently had a girly wank into. I feel like I've just won the perverts lottery as I picture Tara sitting on the bathroom toilet, massaging her almost breasts with one hand while her other dances rhythmically inside the panties I now hold in my hand, murmuring my name under her breath as she finishes with a flourish. Suddenly I don't want the buildup to last forever. I push my nose deep into the soiled crotch and with my eyes closed breath so deeply and long that for a second I am in danger of passing out. In that moment of delirium I make a ...
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