Drenched Panties Novels & Stories

I watched as she picked up my panties from where they’d been tossed aside, then crawled between my thighs again. “You don’t want to be dripping all the way to your car, do you?” she said, smirking as she spread my folds with her fingers. I shook my head, biting my lip. “No... but that’s not exactly going to help.” She balled up the soaked fabric and slowly pushed it into my pussy, inch by inch. I let out a quiet gasp as the fabric filled me, soaking up the remains of Jack’s release. “This’ll keep it in,” she whispered, sealing me up with her fingers before closing my legs. “All tucked away like a dirty little secret.”

Her shape was more Rubenesque than she was in the video, but still great proportions and tone. Mum's panties were soaked with moisture from her arousal to the point I could almost see right through them to her pussy. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them too off her hips and down her thighs. Her pussy was so wet they clung there a moment longer, letting go with a snap. Down and off along with her pants. Mum was now naked too, as Ginger and me.

My heart cracked open. My thighs clenched. I moaned. Right there. Moaned his name like it burned coming out of me. “Damon…” My knees buckled. I let go of the sink and turned. Like I wasn’t falling apart inside. I reached for the hem of my dress. My fingers slid under the fabric and yanked it up. No hesitation. No shame. Just need. And what I saw? God. My panties were ruined. The pale fabric was soaked, darkened where my wetness had bled through, clinging to my folds so tight I could see the perfect shape of my cunt.

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.

“But first… those panties. Take them off. Right here. Right now.” My face burned as I reached under my skirt, fingers trembling while I hooked the waistband and slowly slid the soaked fabric down my thighs. The cool air hit my exposed, dripping pussy as I stepped out of them, the lace clinging wetly to my skin before I held the drenched panties out to him in my open palm. He took them from me with more care than I would have expected, his fingers brushing mine. He lifted the delicate, soaked cloth to his nose for a long, shameless inhale, eyes locked on mine the entire time. A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest.

“I want it too, Ryder. I want you inside me.” I pushed myself up on shaky legs, standing between his spread thighs. My hands trembled as I reached under the hem of my gown. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, stepping out of them one foot at a time. The cool study air kissed my bare, dripping cunt. I was completely exposed under the gown. I gathered the soft fabric and lifted it high around my waist, bunching it up so he could see everything.

You'll be sorry if Wren and I miss the bonfire festival in Xenas. A squishy noise sounded as he kicked the sack, and his shoe sank into something disturbingly soft and sticky. Startled, he yelped and yanked his foot back in horror.

"Take off your dress. Let me see all of you." My hands moved before my mind could argue. I pulled the dress over my head and stood there in just my bra and soaked panties. Alex looked at my heavy breasts and licked his lips. "Beautiful," he said. "Now the rest." I unhooked my bra. My full breasts spilled out. My pink nipples were stiff and aching. Then I slid my panties down my legs. Cool air touched my wet pussy and I shivered. Alex dropped his pants. His cock sprang free. Thick, long and veined. The head was already leaking. It looked so big. Much bigger than I imagined.

Drunk on my last-minute madness, I bend over and slip off my panties. The fragile thong comes rolling down my legs, revealing the soaked area richly laced with my wetness. While Riley had gassed me up, I was busy melting on my panties. My wetness forms a dirty thread sticking from my pussy to the soaked area. It continues to thin out as my panties roll down my legs. The sight of it… Dear god! The elevator bings and the door suddenly opens before I can reach for my dirty thong. A sultry baritone fills in, too familiar to be ignored, and when it blends with the intoxicating barrel scent, I’m forced to look up.

It hung low enough that she didn’t hesitate to push her arms out of the soaked sundress, peeling it from her damp skin. She hesitated, glancing at him again. He had pulled on his own sweatpants, his back still turned. Exhaling shakily, she realized her bra was just as drenched as the dress—cold, uncomfortable, sticking to her like a second skin. She let out a breath, reached behind herself, and unhooked it, tugging it free before slipping it into the hoodie’s front pocket. As she removed her panties, something caught her eye. A sharp, piercing ache twisted through her chest as she looked down and saw it. A bloody stain, remnants of lubricant mixed with Wes’s bodily fluids.