Used Wet Panties Novels & Stories

“Where do you keep your panties, Amy?” “Oh,” she said and bent down to open a drawer below. I bent down too and took a white lace pant from the drawer. Kneeling down, I helped her wear them. Caught up in the moment, we had not wiped off after having sex. She still had my cum inside her; some of it was trickling down her leg. And now she was wearing white panties, to go and have breakfast with her husband, my father. The idea sent a feral sense of caveman inside me, and I groaned out. “You need to wash your face and wipe your legs,” I told her, and she looked down and saw the white, thick liquid sticking to her skin.

I knew exactly what he wanted. Face burning with shame and arousal, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my ruined panties and shoved them down my shaky legs. They were so wet they clung to my thighs for a second before I stepped out of them. My hands trembled as I held the soaked lace out to him. "Good girl," he praised darkly, taking the dripping panties from my fingers and shoving them into his pocket like a trophy. Then his fingers touched my core, sending a shiver running down my spine. My legs parted and my hips pressed forward as his fingers found my already swollen clit… and rubbed slowly. The more he rubbed, the more shamelessly wet I got. I could barely feel my legs.

I then realized that I was holding the pillowcase. I walked to the bathroom and opened up the hamper to throw the pillow case in, and I noticed that my blue panties were partially sticking out of Lucas's towel. I turn around and close the bathroom door. I walked back to the hamper and pulled out Lucas's wet towel. Sure enough, my panties were folded up in the towel. I opened the towel up and immediately noticed that the gusset of my satin panties was covered with my father-in-law's thick, warm cum. I've never seen so much cum before.

“Come out you little vixen! I’ll teach you a lesson for seducing my son!” Oh my god. “Mum, there’s no one here. No one seduced me okay” “Oh really?” she said and turned around, holding the lace panties I was wearing last night. Holy shit. I paled. That thing had my dried cum on it. “What is this then?” She dangled the panties in front of my face. “What is this Aito? Female underwear or do you want to tell me that it’s yours too? Do you wear panties now?"

I know my panties must be wet, it has happened to me countless times, sometimes i even thought of how his huge dick will feel in my throat. I know am not supposed to have this feeling but i just can't help myself from admiring his figure. "he's just so perfect", i thought..i quickly said sorry and told him i brought his juice before leaving his room with my heart pounding in my chest and my pussy so wet that i can feel it dripping .

"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.

The room breaks into soft surprise and I can tell from the little gasping and murmuring. Thanks to the dim lighting, no one can see the tears flowing down my face. Xander keeps at it and I don't relent either and his thrusts grow faster, and I hear a faint groan that he quickly gets rid of by pressing his lips together. In no time, he pulls out, pouring his cum on my lips. And that does nothing but make me feel like a shameless slut. I wipe my face as Xander storms out with balled fists. The lights come on and the faces of everyone around is split with utter shock.

I chuckled. She sighed sexily, "nah, I'm too tired. I'll clean it up tomorrow." She then stood up, set the device back on the table and slipped her satin, mint green robe on. She left it open, fulfilling my hope. She then picked up her bra and then her panties off the floor. "They're ruined," she said, holding the panties out to the camera, pointing the sodden gusset right toward me. She smiled and took a deep sniff of her pussy scent. "No way I can put these filthy panties back on," she smiled. "No complaint here."

Jessie pleaded, her eyes fluttering shut as his hand began to dip into the waistband of her loose shorts. "I don't think I will," he growled. He slid his hand past the cotton, his fingers moving over the smooth skin of her hip. He went lower, his heart racing as his fingers reached the junction of her thighs. "Let's see if the 'Jane Doe' of the university is as clean as she looks." He pushed his fingers past the elastic of her panties, and his breath caught. Her skin was incredibly soft, clean-shaven and velvet-smooth. She whimpered, her body bucking slightly as his fingers found her pussy. He didn't hesitate… he slid a finger along her outer lips, finding her clit, which was already swollen

I opened a door in the closet built into the wall and took out a white T-shirt, in a pile where there should have been at least fifty more of the same, neatly, folded, and pressed. - Would... Would you have one of those panties I sent you back... To borrow? I looked at him, curious to know if he still had it. - I threw it away. - He said, while putting his arms under his head, comfortably. I sighed and went to get the wet panties when he said: - There's new panties here. You can choose color and size. I glared at him, furious. Should I be grateful? I was very jealous. A man with new panties stashed in his own room for emergencies? How many women frequented that shit?