The Stolen Panties - Sex Stories

The Stolen Panties

... decision, I was originally just going to jerk off as I sniffed them but now I take the panties and wrap them around my little dude, not nearly so little as his name suggests. By sheer force of will I gently stroke my shaft through the panties . That lasts for all of three seconds before my hand starts to blur. Soon, too soon the crotch of the panties darken as my wet cum mixes with her dry cum. As the tent I've been pitching disappears I hide Tara's panties in the bottom of my underwear drawer. Knowing me I'll probably have them out again in an hour. And every chance I get until the day she turns eighteen and I can peel a brand new pair off of her tight bod. The Stolen Panties, A Post Script. It is seven A.M. on a Saturday. Last night I rubbed myself raw with a pair of panties I stole from Tara. When I fell into an exhausted sleep I willed myself to see what I was picturing as I was whacking away at myself. It happened too. No sooner was I out than I found myself back in Tara’s bathroom. She was sitting on the toilet fingering herself and looking into my eyes, whimpering my name as I sat on the floor. I reached out and pulled the wet panties down her legs. I spread those legs and pushed my nose into the thin nest of pubic hair and breathed deeply before licking the honey from her lips. And then just as it was getting awesome my damn alarm went off and I woke up.