Creamy Used Panties Novels & Stories

No, I'd say it needs it. I carefully slide my cum saturated panties on, trying not to spill any. Before I finish pulling them all the way up, I spread my slick pussy lips with my left hand and pull the satin waistband up with my right. I press the sperm covered gusset into my cunt, and feel his warm cum invading my pussy. I walked to the door and opened it.

The way she would quietly moan my name and start circling her clit. Oh fuck it- I will just have to jerk off again later. I start focusing on her gasping as she starts building in her orgasm and then hearing my name on her lips as she comes undone. It sends me over the edge and I quickly grab a pair of panties from her drawer to grab my cum as it squirts out. Fuck that was great. Probably the best release I have ever had. It makes it even better seeing my cum in her panties. I guess I will be saving this pair and washing them for the next time I have to take care of myself, which I’m sure they will get used often.

She had to admit the bed was extremely comfortable and her new pajamas were divine. She pulled out a beige La Perla bra and panty set from the dresser and put them on. It had a flower design that looked as though the flowers were exploding fireworks of intricate lace. The bra was sheer beige and had a long line of lace that wrapped around her ribs with scalloped edges. The panties were also sheer lace with the same flower explosion pattern and a beige panel in the middle.

My thighs were clenched so tight my legs were shaking. “And wait, wait,” she said, holding up a finger. “That’s not even the best part. I bought edible panties. Three flavors. Cherry. Mango. Rum Punch. I was gonna save them for Valentine’s but fuck it. Life is short. Orgasms are shorter. Might as well eat ‘em off each other, right?” I swallowed hard. The slick between my thighs was turning into a mess. “And I’m so fucking glad daddy accepted,” she continued, oblivious. “I was so scared he’d say no.

Angelica, though embarrassed, had to admit the set was rather cute, not at all like the underwear she was used to wearing - the colorful cotton kind that came six in a pack. These panties were sexy. And so were the others in the bag. Angelica set the black satin lingerie on the bed and took out the next set, a pair of lacy bikini panties in rich burgundy with a matching padded bra, plain cups but lacy elsewhere.

The panties were bolder, consisting of just two thin strings… Just looking at it made Britney blush. How could she wear something like this? “You can keep it for yourself!” Britney said, her face flushed, and walked away to another section. Karsyn chuckled to herself and told the sales associate, “Please wrap this set up in her size.” Manuel, you really are lucky! This was nothing short of blatant temptation! The two then picked out two sets of matching pajamas for best friends, which the store staff would deliver to the Hammond and Melton households.

That’s when I saw something. Her panties—black lace, simple but sexy—crumpled on the floor near the foot of the bed, half-hidden under the edge of the mattress. She must’ve kicked them off during one of the frantic moments and forgotten them completely when she dressed in a hurry. I bent down slowly and picked them up between two fingers. They were still barely warm. Still damp in the crotch from how soaked she’d been all night. The fabric was soft, worn in places, carrying the faint trace of her laundry detergent mixed with her arousal and the salty musk of my cum that had leaked out of her earlier.

Too tight that it eats deep into my pussy, squeezing out the juice it can, and leaving rough marks on my soft pinkish cunt. When it comes off, the area is soaked with my pussy juice; transparent, thick, slimy. I raise a leg to my bedstead and bend over so I’m staring at my meaty cunt. The harsh mark of the panties leaves red strokes along it, squeezes it without a care that my soft pink inner lips press together and form a small stomp on the surface. It lazily parts when I spread wider, showing the juicy entrance to my body. Oddly, something cast on me.

First, she chose a dainty pair of pale blue panties and matching silk bra. “Davin, will you assist please?” She asked. “Of course, Love.” I said, only too happy to be touching her. They were a perfect fit and they cupped her voluptuous breasts and left a small dimple where her nipples pressed out. Perfect. Next, she looked over the pants and pulled out a pair of faded jeans. She laughed happily and slipped them on. Perfect, they stretched over her rounded ass, accentuating her curves.

Since the dress barely covered the essentials everyone could see the lady was not wearing any underwear with this hot satin handkerchief. She had to show me that she had her skimpiest panties, essentially a tiny red triangle with an absorbent gusset (in case we fucked). The back and the waistband was transparent fishing line. These minimal undies were in her purse, but could be worn if there was a need. If she was drunk enough she teased that she could put them on in public - so I could remove them for the fun stuff.