Wet Panties Stories Novels & Stories

Don't jerk off thinking about me. Zane- I may leave class and do just that. Not like we actually have to be here if she is. Me- NO my panties are not wet! That's a total lie I was in such a hurry to change out of my pajamas that I totally forgot to change my soaked panties, I can feel the wetness rubbing against my thighs and its disgusting. They definitely do not need to know that though. Zane- I don't fucking like liars and right now you're being one. I felt how greedy that cunt was for me.

His cum was still leaking out of me, making my panties stick to my swollen lips. Lauren focused on the screen again, sipping her wine and Noah leaned closer to me, his breath hot against my ear. “Keep quiet, you dirty little slut,” he whispered. “Your sister is right there while my cum is dripping from your cheating cunt.” His fingers pushed my shorts and panties aside and slid two thick digits straight into my cum-filled hole. The wet squelch was quiet but unmistakable to me. I gripped the blanket tightly, trying not to make a sound as he slowly finger-fucked me right next to his wife.

I squirm, but the belt holds me firm. By the tenth spank, my ass burns, throbbing with heat. Tears prick my eyes, but it's not just pain. It's need. "Please, Mr. Hale," I whisper. He chuckles, dark and low. "Beg, pet." The word pet sends a shiver down my spine. He yanks my panties aside, his fingers finding my soaked pussy. I'm a virgin, untouched, but so ready. He slides one finger along my slit, teasing my clit. "So wet for me already. Dirty little student." He circles slow, building pressure, then dips inside, stretching me just a bit.

When I closed the door, she looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm so wet from reading your stories." She reached her hand down and started to slide it over her wet pussy. She wore gray leggings, and I saw the damp spot forming near her pussy. My big dick immediately hardened, knowing how wet I made her. I walked up behind her and touched her shoulders, giving a slight massage. She continued to rub her pussy through her leggings, letting out a little moan. I told her to hold off I would get to taking care of her shortly.

His palms were warm and slightly rough as they gripped my inner thighs, spreading me wider. I shivered at the exposure. My panties were soaked through, the wet spot obvious. Ethan stared at it for a long moment, breathing through his mouth, before leaning in. He pressed his face between my legs, nose brushing against the damp fabric. He inhaled deeply, then groaned. The sound vibrated against me. Without warning he hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked my panties down my legs, tossing them aside. Cool air hit my exposed pussy, making me gasp. I was dripping, folds swollen and shiny with arousal.

Something seemed different about her description. Unlike fantasy talk in the past, it sounded like she was telling me a true story. "He fucked you for real?" I asked. "Yea. They held my dress up while he did it to me. My panties were near my knees so I couldn't spread my feet too much, but they were holding my thighs open too. It was kind of hard and rough, but he came kind of quick. I thought it was over and was trying to pull my panties up, but then the other two opened their pants. One pulled my panties to my ankles. They bent me over the arm of the sofa. I stepped one foot out of my panties as they were again spreading my feet. One of my shoes came off. They took turns in me a few times

“Stand up for me.” I rose on shaky legs and leaned forward, pressing my palms to the cool wooden surface. He stood behind me, he lifted the hem of my uniform exposing my panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and drew them down slowly, letting them pool at my ankles. I stepped out of them, my heart hammering more than ever. He ran his palms over my bottom, squeezing gently, then a little harder. “Such a pretty view.” His hand dipped between my legs, stroking softly along my folds. I was embarrassingly wet already. He groaned loudly obviously pleased.

Still, their stories poured in: vivid tales of their own first times or detailed promises of what they'd do if I ever showed up—tongues tracing slow circles, fingers curling deep, mouths sucking until I screamed. The words alone set me on fire. I couldn't resist. I unzipped my jeans, slipped my hand beneath the damp cotton of my panties, and stroked my swollen clit. Each graphic message pushed me higher; orgasms came in waves—first tentative, then crashing harder, faster, my hips bucking against my palm. I hadn't realized how starved I was, how desperately curious about a woman's touch. After the third shuddering release, my panties were drenched, the fabric clinging obscenely. I peeled off

He released a groan at the same time that I released a moan. “No panties. Just the way I like it.” He whispers. I stopped wearing those a week ago after I started going through four panties a day. So I thought, I might as well forfeit them completely. “And you are wet, baby. Soaking wet.” He adds, his fingers twirling around my pussy lips, gathering my wetness, and flicking my clit. My legs shake, and I tighten my hold on his arms, my fingers digging into his skin. He pulls his finger out and lifts it between us. “Look at you, dripping down my finger. So fucking wet for me.”

Her sweet chuckle conquered my eyes, it echoed in the four corners of my office. “I became wet by just listening to you earlier. I was so wet I could feel it drooling down my legs so I decided to give you my panty. Do you like it?” Clenching my jaw, I brought it on my nose and smelled it. Fucking so good. This is the panty she was wearing, meaning to say she doesn’t wear any underwear right now. Fucking whore. I grabbed her arms and pinned her against the wall. “Do you really want me to punish you, hmm?”