I Wet My Panties Novels & Stories

Sitting here alone, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like if all three of them wanted me at the same time — touching my soft belly, my thick thighs, my heavy breasts, telling me I was beautiful. The fantasy made another rush of wetness flood my panties. I pressed my legs together harder, feeling embarrassed even though no one was watching. I really did need to change my underwear before my next class or the night shift. My body was betraying me again, getting so wet from just a few minutes with Jax.

I shouldn’t even be hoping for him to continue, but here I am. I cleared my throat. “E-everywhere.” It came out as a whisper. His fists tightened and his jaws clenched. It was like he was holding himself back. “Are you wet for me?” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “If I place my fingers between your folds, will it come out wet?” He asked again. “Yes,” I whispered. I wasn’t just wet, I was soaking. “Let me see,” he swallowed hard. “Take off your panties.”

Oh my God, I can’t stop myself, I’m going to touch myself and he’s going to see me and I no longer care, I’ve tried, I can’t fight this anymore. My thighs are damp, like fucking soaked dampness, I feel my panties sticking to my cunt like glue. My legs tremble with so much need as I drag in a long breath, my pussy throbs painfully, tight, flooding out my essence in gush. I settle into my chair, hitching up my mini skirt, my hands tremble as I rub them over my thighs, I move my butt closer to the edge, sliding my panties to a side. I hiss, the cool air seeping through my wetness, the smell of my arousal fill the air. I rub my thumb on my clit, my hips jerks to the friction, my pussy lips glitt

"...you're getting with women, you don't need to..." I reached her panties, feeling her open her legs. "I am..." My cock was already hard, spilling out of her, while she, wetting the fabric of her panties. "...but..." "Don't forget that mine..." I stuck my fingers in her opening, seeing her gasp. "Ah! Damn it! Why are you doing this?"

I had the feeling that he was going to try grabbing my non existent penis. He tugged at my buttons, and was really going to go down. My stomach gurgled, and I felt an instant wetness in my panties. My eyes widened as I realized what the problem had been since. “My fucking PERIOD!” I thought to myself. The blue trousers I wore would probably embarrass me soon, and reveal my secrets. I wasn't sure if the panties I wore could absorb much moisture. Mr Harry was going to make a move on my panties. I have to come up with something really fast! Why do I always end up in situations like this?

It turned me on so much. "Can I get you anything, Stan?" I asked. He waved his hand no. Then I saw it. He had a huge bulge in his grey joggers. I bit my lip hard. I had to get away before I jumped him. I excused myself to take a bath. I rushed into my room. I was soaking wet. I slid my hand into my panties. I pulled out my fingers and they were covered in sticky, gooey discharge. I put them in my mouth. I moaned at the taste of myself.

I whimpered softly, rolling onto my side and pressing my thighs together tightly, trying to ease the frustration. It only made it worse. “Tristan…” I whispered into the pillow, voice already breaking. My nipples were hard and aching against the thin fabric of my crop top. I could feel how wet my panties were- completely drenched, the slickness coating my inner thighs. I groaned in frustration, hips twitching involuntarily as I rubbed my legs together again, seeking any kind of relief. But…..Nothing helped. I couldn’t take it anymore. With shaky hands, I reached down and hooked my fingers into the waistband of my soaked panties. I peeled them off slowly, the cool air hitting my dripping pussy

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."

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.

Man, I should have worn panties today, but I didn't want the lines showing through my pants, so now my pants were getting wet. I got up to go to the bathroom, and Connor was still standing in the doorway. 'This is not happening. Please leave, please leave,' I thought as I made my way to the door. Connor didn't move but allowed me to go around him and watched me as I made my way to the bathroom.