Peed My Pants Novels & Stories

Turn around and bend over—show me that ass while you peel them off. I turned, cheeks flaming, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband. Bending at the waist, I pushed the fabric down my thighs, the motion spreading my cheeks slightly under my panties. The shorts pooled at my ankles, and I stepped out, kicking them away. His breathing grew heavier behind me. 'Panties too. I want to see if that pussy's as wet as I imagine from your pics.'

They were growing faster and shorter, until they’re nothing but pants mixing with squeals. I grabbed her other bréast and pinched the free nipple, fúcking her faster and faster, harder and harder, until our pelvises were smacking together in fury of slapping blasts. It was crazy. The bed was shaking dangerously and crazily like it was about to break.

He couldn't miss our stares, conspicuously rubbing it through the speedo, and grinning, "Like what you see?" Marty's whole body was a mouth-watering landscape of firm muscle. Not huge, but toned and defined, his muscle flexed with his stride. As for the bulge he was displaying, I think it had Adam tongue tied, but I grinned, "Yes...yes, we do...get your ass over here so we can start the p**n." As hot as we all looked in the speedos, they didn't stay on a whole lot longer. Marty grabbed another beer and parked next to me, rubbing his hand over the speedo bulge. Of course, I did the same to him, grinning, "Quick Adam, check it out...who's bigger?"

I grоаnеd whеn hіѕ fingers rubbеd uр against mу сlіt. “Gеt thеrе fаѕtеr, Iz.” “Oh gоd-Jоеl-оh gоd,” I mоаnеd lоudlу. “I’m аlmоѕt thеrе—I саn’t hold іt.”

He held something small, lacey and black in his hand, something that made my pulse skip. I frowned. “What is that?” “Vibrating pants,” he said simply. “A little reminder of who you belong to, even when you’re out with… friends.” I stared at him, speechless. “You can’t be serious.” He smiled faintly. “Oh, I’m very serious, kitten.” My eyes widened, perplexed, a thrill of fear and arousal mixing, but he stepped closer under the guise of brushing dust from my shoulder, whispering low.

Spreading through the fabric of my briefs, soaking into my pants. I grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles go white. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. My vision blurs at the edges. My heart hammers against my ribs like it's trying to break free. This is bad. This is dangerous. I look down. The wet spot on my pants is shameless. Dark. Obvious. I came in my pants like some teenager who just saw his first pair of tits. But it wasn't tits. It was him.

she babbled screwing her thighs tight to stop me from pulling the fabric over her hips. “This is for your own good love.” I pulled the pants up angling the dildo between her legs at the same time. Once the pants were secured I pressed the button the remote slow steady pulses not enough to bring her satisfaction but enough to work her up she would be edging for hours. “Please Carter … don’t do this,” she pleaded as I leaned over her.

“We’ve got plenty of time,” he replied, stroking my shaft over my trunks and teasing one of my nipples at the same time. “Let’s call this a quickie, so you won’t go off so soon later.” “What?” Shit, I was already about to come! How could I be such a horny slut? He pulled down my sweatpants and my underwear, pushing me closer to the basin with his hips. I didn’t freak out because, as usual, his crotch against my butt felt flat like a board. Guess I had Mr. All Fours to thank for that.

I pointed out with a grin. "Oh," he said. His hands started to reach for the belt in his pants and pulled it out. Then he began to fumble with the fastening. I watched him undo it with an impatience that pleased me. The moment the pants fell to his feet, my heart rate skyrocketed. His cock sprang out of his pants, heavy. This was it, my heart was convincing me. They would be mine to fuck soon. He stepped out of the pants that had pooled at his feet in a hurry. Then he kicked the material away. His head raised at that moment to look at me.

“I’m sorry, did you say something? I was highly distracted.” I pulled back and rolled my eyes. “Says the man in the grey sweatpants.” “What about my sweatpants?” “Lift up your shirt.” He followed my instructions and exposed his muscular abdomen and the oh-so-enticing V that disappeared beneath the waistband. “Damn.” I blew out a breath and fanned my face. “Those are totally hot.” “Wait, my sweatpants are hot?” “Oh, hell, yes. You didn’t know that grey sweatpants are the male equivalent of lingerie?”