Drenched Panties Novels & Stories

“I couldn’t help it. I’ve snuck into her bathroom a few times. If she ever finds out those panties were me, she’d call the cops, right? I don’t want her to hate me.” “This uncontrollable sex drive is the worst. I ruined so many of her dresses… Holding back from touching her was the right choice after all.” “Last time I was in front of her, I wasn’t wearing a shirt. I wonder if she felt anything. Damn towel covered too much. She didn’t even see I tattooed her name low on my stomach.” “Today she said someone broke into her place. I acted calm, but I was about to lose it. Those lingerie? I took them.”

A normal person isn't supposed to enjoy this kind of unhinged craziness. But I realized long ago that there is nothing normal about me. Point proven by the unmistakable sensation of my panties becoming completely soaked. My eyes and my lady bits are currently in a high-stakes competition for which one can cry the most, and at this rate, my lady bits are winning by a landslide. I can literally feel the slick moisture beginning to coat the insides of my upper thighs through my dress. Trey keeps his hungry gaze on my face, watching every gag, every tear, and every desperate breath.

My head was spinning with lust just smelling the aroma emanating from her panties. I wrapped the panties around my cock and quickly filled them with so many spurts of my creamy essence that it was dripping onto the floor. What I did next was really perverted. I opened Diana's underwear drawer and used the cum-soaked panties to smear my ejaculate all over the crotch of her panties and cups of her bras.

It’s all I can think of – its all I want, and all I could ever want. I am on my knees now – all caution and propriety are vanished. With both hands, I part her thighs and begin to lick up the track of the little brown stream on her right thigh. I am inching my way towards her panties and the forbidden treasures they hold. Her shit is thicker now, hotter, stronger and more arousing. I have hiked her dress up to her waist, exposing her beige cotton panties. My eyes are met with an indescribably perverse sight. Her lovely panties are bulging with her hot soft shit. It is seeping out of the right leg-hole, staining her cotton crotch a wet brownish yellow.

I could feel myself growing wetter by the second, my panties clinging to my puffy folds. Adrian's hands slid down to hook in the waistband of my drenched panties, tearing them away like they were tissue paper. I shivered as the cool air hit my newly exposed c*nt, my swollen lips glistening with arousal. "Look at this needy cunt," he growled approvingly, running a finger through my slick folds and collecting the evidence of my desire. "Dripping for me already, you insatiable little slut." He brought his coated finger to his lips, making a show of licking it clean, savoring my taste.” Mmm, delicious. Gonna devour this sweet pussy 'til you're screaming…”

Fresh wetness leaked into my already ruined panties until I could feel it sliding down my thighs. He walked me backward until the edge of the desk bit into the backs of my thighs. “Show me how wet you are right now.” I didn’t hesitate. I was past hesitation. I hiked my skirt up around my waist, hooked my thumbs into the soaked lace of my panties, and dragged them down my legs. They were drenched...dark with arousal, strings of slickness stretching between the fabric and my skin as I stepped out of them. I handed them to him without a word, chin up, eyes locked on his.

By then, my right fingers were already in between the hole of her pu*sy but her panti*s were still guarding it. I dipped my one of my fingers into the pot hole pushing her panties dip into her honey pot. “Ahhahahh ouuuehx!! Ahhhahaha!! ohh myy! Gosh!” She screamed out softly I thrust it in and out of her as she moaned loudly She was really sweating “Oh my gosh! Please, it’s so pain……ful!!” She screamed out as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Sorry baby,” I muttered silently I shifted her panties and I felt her watery pu**y

With shaky hands, I pulled the sleeves of my dress down, the fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my bra and cum-stained panties while Silas stood by the door, arms crossed, his dark eyes devouring every inch of my exposed skin. I unhooked my bra and let it fall before standing on my feet leaving me in only pants. Silas strode across the room without a word and turned on the faucet. Warm water began filling the tub. “Step in.” I obeyed, lowering myself into the rising water with only my soaked panties still on, the heat made my skin prickle with goosebumps. The moment I was submerged, Silas reached over, hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, and yanked them down my leg

Her legs were shaky as she turned off the water and dried her face. She dropped her charcoal-gray trousers and pink panties and sat on the toilet. A glance told her that those panties were drenched. Her hand reached out to grab the rag from the edge of the sink, pulling it once again to her face. Her other hand snaked down between her thighs to spread the petals of her soaking wet little pussy. She shook as soon as the tip of her finger touched her sensitive little button.

"My son doesn't deserve you." He reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it up, over my hips, my stomach, my breasts. I lifted my arms and let him take it off completely, sitting on his dining table in nothing but black lace panties and the red bra Mark would never see. David groaned. "Jesus Christ." His hands found my thighs, rough and warm, spreading them wider. He knelt in front of me, his breath hot against the wet fabric of my panties. "You're soaked," he said, and it wasn't a question.