Creamy Wet Panties Novels & Stories

Emma lay destroyed on the soaked altar, chest heaving, legs still spread wide in a trembling, obscene M. Her once-tight pussy was a ruined, gaping wreck, bright red, puffy, and twitching open and closed like a hungry mouth. Thick strands of her own squirt and cream hung from the stretched hole, dripping steadily onto the black silk that was now completely drenched beneath her ass. Her small tits glistened with spit and cum. Her face was flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted in a constant, broken whimper.

Five or six eruptions later, spent, he tossed the panties back into the hamper. Ann noticed Brandon leaving the bathroom, his face a bit flushed and wondered if he was coming down with something. She needed to do laundry before she figured out dinner for she and her son and headed to the bathroom to gather the dirty clothes. As she approached the hamper, she noticed her white cotton panties from earlier hanging out of the lid. Slightly puzzled, she lifted the lid to put them in and carry the clothes to the washer. When she picked them up, she felt wet warmth on her fingers and opened the panties up to find thick pearly fluid all over the crotch of them. Was that...semen? Ann knew her son jer

“Show me that virgin pussy, baby.” I obeyed, cheeks burning with shame and arousal. My thighs parted slowly, knees bending, until I was open for him—for all of them. Cool air kissed my overheated skin, and I could feel how soaked I was. The thin fabric of my panties clung to me, translucent with my wetness, the outline of my swollen lips and the dark little patch of hair clearly visible. I knew every man in the room could see it. The thought made me clench, another rush of slick heat flooding out of me.

I stagger before I can hold myself together. Like a beast in heat, I take off my shirt, and everything beneath till I’m bare, then reach to do the same for my jeans. The area where my pussy lies is warm and has a darker shade. I toss it aside and slip off my underwear, watching as my wetness thins out in a form of a fragile creamy thread that links my cunt to my cotton panties, until it breaks and sticks to my thighs.

Certainly, I wasn't under the drugs anymore. But why was Dane's presence having this much control over my body? It was embarrassing. My breath came in quick spurts as I pulled down my trousers. My fingers fumbling as I shifted my panties to the side. Fucking hell! My entire panties had been soaked. Wet, warm and slimy. My fingers grazed through the wetness. I moaned silently, biting my bottom lip. Fragments of images flashed through my mind. Images of Dane's hands rubbing my clit.

Faster, wetter, the obscene sounds muffled only by her sleeve-bitten moans. Climax ripped free fiercer this time, vision whiting, knees nearly giving out as she squirted against her hand, splattering the concrete floor with clear evidence of her sin. Panting, she cleaned up hastily with a rag, the fabric coming away soaked. Emerging with a stack of them, face composed, she handed them out. "Found plenty!" The ladies smiled, oblivious. Lila helped wipe tables, but her panties chafed wetly, a constant reminder, her clit pulsing with aftershocks.

In disbelief, Jasmine dangled a pair of silky panties up in the air. The material parted at the crotch, forming a butterfly. She’d never owned such a scandalous undergarment in her life, and she couldn’t believe Wiley would actually bring her such a thing. Yet here they were, several pairs of them. Yep, she could choose to be risqué in fire engine red, pink, black, white or midnight blue. It got worse.

Temi whimpered, her pussy clenching at the dirty words. Femi yanked her long skirt up to her waist, exposing her thick thighs and the soaked white cotton panties clinging to her plump pussy lips. He ripped the panties down, revealing her shaved cunt..swollen, glistening, and leaking clear juices down her inner thighs. The musky scent of her arousal filled the small room.

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.

Whimpering, she put one hand up on his shoulder as he started to cum, a gout of warm, white spunk bursting from the fat head of his cock and landing perfectly on top of her pussy, dribbling down to stain her panties. "Oh my fucking God," she whimpered weakly, her arousal driving her closer to the edge. "What... the fuck... are you doing to me..." she groaned, her knees threatening to give. Bryce had sprayed three more times into her panties. The first two were against her skin, the third, less powerful one, hit the panties themselves, dribbling down the front. Grunting, he finally stopped cumming, steadying himself on the wall as she felt her head swimming, her body throbbing.