My boyfriend was over one night, and we were cuddling on the couch while watching Brave. I was wearing nothing but my soft pink panties, and he wore his boxers. “Oh!” I moaned, “I’ll be right back Hun, I need to go potty.” But as I went to get up, he pulled me back.
“Go here,” he said
“In my panties? I can’t do that!”
“Why not?” He did have a point. He knew I loved a pair of dirty panties.
I tried to hold it until I had a chance to go to the bathroom, but the pain only grew. I struggled against him, but he wouldn’t let me go. “Come on! Let me go!”
“Not till you turn that pink into a pretty shade of brown.”
I held it and held it. I griped my stomach as it rumbled and churned. “Please! It hurts!”
“It wouldn’t hurt if you’d just go.”
I cried out in pain, then it happened. As soon as the smelly dark log started pushing its way out, I didn’t want it to stop. I pushed as it crackled into my panties, leaving a large lump. Then, it would move across my cheeks as another strand came out. I grew wet and horny as it started filling my panties, making its way to my vagina. I moaned as shit lightly tickled my soft crevice, making me horny and despite for release. That was when my boyfriend mashed my warm scat against my ass and whispered in my ear “now piss…” I let go of my bladder and a hot stream of pee puddled around him and I, soaking our skin and cloths.
I reached into my panties and played with my now brown clit. It didn’t take long for the first orgasm, but the second climax I took my time. I rubbed and tickled and squished my wet shit against my boyfriends hand. I screamed in pleasure as I came. It was when I realized my boyfriend was horny too did I take him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom, for my pink panties were now my favorite brown panties.