Wet Panty 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.

"It's simple..they only want your panty" "What? My..what?.." "Calm down okay? Let me explain.. they want to see your panty wet with pussy juice..that's all" What the hell? "My panty wet with pussy juice.. Well that's not possible now..cause I washed all my panties.." I tried to discard it with the silliest excuse. Why is Blake doing this to me? "I know..I mean..we can give them the one you're wearing!" "No!" I shouted. ".I mean..it's not wet.." I rephrased again not wanting to get him pissed.

One guy helped, his fingers brushing my shoulder, sending a spark through me. In just bra and panties, I spun slowly. Their praise“Nice ass,” “Awesome little titties,” “Super abs”made me wet. I was starting to enjoy the attention. Then someone called for the bra. Bill nodded. I hesitated, but a hand unsnapped it. I clutched it to my chest, then let it fall. My nipples hardened under their stares. “Awesome tits… nice nipples…” I spun again, lost in their words. My panties were soaked. Jeff noticed: “Her panties are all wet..she’s enjoying this.”

"I bet your pussy is already wet for me. Tell me the truth." I look around. Some colleagues are talking nearby. A few men glance at my chest when they think I am not looking. I feel naughty and excited. "Yes," I admit. "I am wet." Ryan smiles and slides his hand under the back of my dress. His fingers touch my bare ass. I did not wear panties either. He asked me not to. His middle finger finds my wet slit from behind and rubs it gently. I almost drop my glass. Pleasure shoots through me.

“Let’s see how innocent you really are.” He pushed my sundress up, exposing my white panties that were transparent from how wet I was. The wet spot was obvious. All six men groaned at the sight. “Fuck, look at that,” Ryan said. “Little good girl is dripping like a whore.” I should have stopped them. I should have run. But the filthy voice in my head was winning. Yes… touch me. Use me. Gangbang me like the disgusting slut I am. Derek hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly pulled them down. My smooth, pink, dripping pussy was exposed to all of them. I was so wet that a string of my cream connected my panties to my swollen lips as he removed them.

My fingers trembled on my phone, pretending to scroll. Then her voice shattered through again: “Don’t stop, please, please, Rafe, more.” The Slip I was soaked. And I hated myself for it. No. That’s a lie. I loved it. I slid my hand down beneath the hem of my oversized T-shirt. I wasn’t wearing panties. I hadn’t planned for this just laundry day laziness, but now it felt like fate. I angled my hips slightly, leaned forward, and slid two fingers through my folds. Wet. Slippery. My own scent already rising to my nose like arousal confessing itself.

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

“Slowly. I want to see how wet your married cunt is.” I stood on shaky legs in front of him and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my yoga pants and panties together. I slid them down my smooth legs, bending at the waist so my heavy tits hung and swayed. When I stepped out of them, I was completely naked, my shaved pussy on full display. My outer lips were swollen and pink, my inner folds glistening with thick, creamy juices that had already started dripping down my inner thighs. Ethan’s eyes locked between my legs. “Holy shit. Look at that sloppy pussy. It’s fucking dripping. Spread your lips for me. Show your stepson how wet you get for forbidden cock.”

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have