My Panties Are So Wet Novels & Stories

Heat built between my legs, my panties growing damp just from watching his strong hands gesture. I shifted in my seat, the lecture hall half-full with oblivious students scribbling notes. My hand trembled as I slid it under my skirt, fingers brushing my swollen clit through the thin fabric. God, I needed relief. Quietly, I pushed my panties aside and dipped two fingers into my slick folds, circling my entrance before plunging them inside. A soft whimper escaped me, but I bit my lip, pumping slowly, my eyes locked on him. He glanced my way, his dark gaze sharpening like he could see right through me. Did he know? The thought made me finger myself harder, my thumb grinding against my clit, jui

My heart thudded louder. “Should we put it in?” They asked in unison. “Yes, please,” I begged. “Please fuck me.” As they both were about to thrust in, my eyes snapped open. I woke up panting, sheets tangled and thighs clenched. My panties were soaked, sticky between my thighs. My nipples were hard and aching like someone had actually been sucking on them. I managed to sit up, my pulse still thudding in my ears. My pussy still ached, still throbbed. Like it wanted the real thing.

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.

“Go ahead and get clean.” I gulp. Oh god, can I do it? Can I shower in front of the hottest men I’ve ever met, letting them see my everything? And the real Lily takes over then because with a soft nod, I reach down. Slowly hooking my fingers into the sides of the thin elastic, I pull my panties down, the cotton easing to my knees. And oh god, it’s embarrassing. Because a thin strand of pussy cum connects my hole to the soft fabric, clear and juicy, evidence of my need.

I quickly unsnapped it and pulled it free. I pinched the erect nipple buds hard with both fingers, digging my fingernails in, feeling the painful sting as it rushed down into my pussy, already dripping wet. I wondered if Mr. Lewis could see the wetness staining my panties. I reached down with one hand, rubbing myself between my legs on the outside of my cotton panties. Yes, they were damp. I pushed the fabric up against the moist parted lips of my pussy, massaging them with the tips of my fingers. I let out a low ragged groan.

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good.

“You’ve made a fucking mess of your panties, baby girl, soaking them through with your cum. I think we’d better take these off.” My fingers push under the edge of her panties, brushing against her soft, silken pussy before hooking into the soaked panties. I yank them down, making her gasp as I half rip them off in my zeal, letting them drop to tangle at her knees. She whimpers, panting as she stays just like that bent over, ass up, and legs spread for the both of us with her messy panties caught at her knees.

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.

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.

I moaned seductively. “You’ve gotten very wet. Your panties are soaked here…” Adrian whispered alluringly into my ear as he pressed his finger against my crotch through my panties. He began stroking me through the thin fabric of my panties and the texture of the fabric began rubbing against my soaked entrance and my sensitive clit. I moaned at the pleasure of his touch as I wished that he would start touching me there directly. His pleasurable touches only made me wetter down there. I felt another gush of hot heat in between my legs, and I started feeling embarrassed at how hot and wet I was getting.