“I hope your escapade was worth it. You know I have very expensive taste in underwear and I want to see them ruined,” Tina remarked.
Her stained silk knickers were still damp in her boyfriend’s pocket. Kris flung them at her.
“Who’s spunk is it then, big boy?”
“Marcel’s and mine. Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he apologized.
“That just leaves me to get off then.”
With that, Tina pulled on the spunk-stained French knickers which had so recently been covering Marcel’s bottom. Tugging them up tightly over her cunt, she enjoyed the damp silk pressing into her cleft. Straightaway, she trailed her finger over her clit. Tina was really being wicked wearing the naughty knickers, knowing what they had been through, as they quickly became wetter the more she rubbed through them. This got Kris excited all over again.
“You watch, you’ve already come off in them, you dirty boy, now it’s my turn.”
Tina’s fingers were circling her clit through the wet silk…
“I Bet Lucy would love to get off in these,” she gasped, “well, so do I, she can have them when I’ve finished with them.”
With that, Tina let out a gush of fluid all over the crotch mingling with Marcel and Kris’s spunk. She pulled the sodden satin to one side ripping it a bit in the process, but she didn’t care, she just wanted to get off. It didn’t take long and the effect of the slippery silk produced a spectacular orgasm as she jammed her fingers repeatedly into her sopping cunt.
Kris was dying to wank too but he held back, waiting until Tina had finished and peeled the ruined knickers off, hoping to finally get them all to himself.
“That’s enough of all that. Pass them on if you want.” Tina tossed them at Kris and went for a pee. Kris pocketed the screwed up wet panties for the second time that evening. What to do with them next? Would Lucy really want them in this state…?
Kris took advantage of finding himself alone in Marcel and Lucy’s flat when they went out to get some supplies next time he was over, to have a good rifle through her knicker drawer. There were Tina’s French cut panties that Marcel had worn, which had been returned, and had now found their way into his girlfriend’s panties collection. So she must have worn them, and washed them out by the looks of it, after she had used and abused them.
Kris toyed with the notion of putting them on, bringing back horny thoughts of Marcel’s stiffening cock as he forced his way inside his willing arsehole, the way he had spunked uncontrollably into them, staining the ivory silk wet with come, which Tina had found later. Instead, from Lucy’s collection, he selected a black satin pair, cut out behind in an ‘O’ and topped by a narrow band of lace. Pulling them up over his hips and snug over his muscular bottom, Kris sported an immediate erection, the silk tight across his swollen balls. Oh, how he would have loved Marcel to empty his load over his panty bulge right now. He couldn’t resist caressing his straining cock through the silky material. Before he knew it, he was on the edge of coming, not caring if he stained Lucy’s panties, when he heard her and Marcel coming through the door of their flat.
Torn between wish fulfillment and embarrassment, there was no time to disguise what he was doing other than to grab Lucy’s silk robe and slip it on over her panties… He tried to go to the bathroom ahead of them, but Lucy, with Marcel behind her, confronted him at the entrance to their bedroom.
“What the fuck are you doing in my robe? Get it off Now!” Lucy squealed.
Kris was left with no option but to let it drop to the floor leaving him standing there in Lucy’s black panties, his erection now wilting under his shame.
“Those are my fucking favourite panties. Get them off too!”
Kris turned round in embarrassment, revealing his pouting bottom wrapped by her cut out panties.
“Stop right there! You actually you look kinda cute haha, wanna get fucked in them, panty boy?”
With that, Lucy pushed the smirking Marcel in his direction.
“Bend over the bed,” she commanded.
Kris dare not disobey, he knew what was coming next, as shaking, he spread himself over the edge of the bed, and non-too reluctantly parted his thighs, revealing the black satin crotch of her panties passing between buttocks and over the bulge of his balls.
“Now fuck the arse off him, Marcel. If what he wants so much, let him have it!”
Lucy’s breathing was heaving now with pent up anger and arousal, her breasts rising and falling under her tight blouse. Marcel did as he was told and opened his flies pulling out his already erect cock. Pushing Krisie down into the mattress with one hand, he pulled aside his girlfriend’s panties with the other, slipping down to cup Kris’s silk-covered balls, and spat on his own cock. He didn’t spare him but forced a deep groan out of Krisie as he put him to shame, the shiny purple head of his cock forced into his arse.
Lucy stood gloating at the sight of Kris’s humiliation. Her hand reached up under her skirt to frig herself. Soon it was bunched up around her waist, her fingers jammed down her pantyhose and under her thong. Marcel was going at it hammer and tongs, his boxers round his ankles and shirt flapping. She couldn’t resist reaching under her boyfriend’s thrusting cock to rub Kris’s tight balls, in HER panties. Strangely, it felt like she was touching another woman when she reached behind his balls. Krisie was groaning in the excitement of his mounting orgasm as Marcel thrust deeper into his empty hole.
“Don’t you dare make a mess of my knickers, panty boy!” she mocked, giving his aching balls a firmer squeeze, tracing her fingernails back over to where his cunt hole should be and finding the sweet spot. That did it for Kris.
“Oh fucking shit,” he ejaculated, and with that, spurted his cock into the forbidden panties. Krisie’s arsehole spasmed around Marcel’s cock, but Marcel held back. He had better places to dump his load. Pulling out and leaving Krisie wetting the rumpled up duvet through Lucy’s now ruined black satin panties, he flipped his frigging girlfriend over the bed next to him, and ripping a hole in her pantyhose in just the right place, ignored her sopping wet cunt and shoved his cock straight up her arse. Lucy’s expression changed from triumphant to humiliated as she knew what was coming next, and all this in front of her boyfriend’s best mate.
