Wet Panty Stories Novels & Stories

I whispered under my breath, grabbing the counter for balance. I wiped myself with shaking hands, but it was useless. I was still wet. Still leaking. My inner thighs were glossy. My scent filled the room like heat. Damon. His name pulsed through my chest again. I bent quickly, grabbed the ruined panties from the floor, stared at the soaked fabric for a second, then shoved them into the trash like they were evidence. Another knock. Louder this time. “You dead in there or just drowning in your own cum?” one of the girls laughed from outside.

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

In some time, she whispered that her cunt is waiting for me, and she is leaking a lot of juices. I kissed her and moved my hand inside her saree on her panty now, and it was really, really very wet. I asked her to remove her panty and hand it over to me. She was a little surprised but complied with my demand. When I got the panty, I smelled and licked her panty where her pussy was. She was looking at me like what the hell is the guy doing. I licked it for some time, and then I kept her panty in my pocket and told her she will never get the panty back as I am gonna keep it as a special gift. After listening to this, she was very happy and kissed my lips again. We started our kissing scene aga

I’d started wearing panty liners just to stop my shorts from getting visibly wet. Alex was outside mowing the lawn. It was a hot Saturday afternoon, the kind where the air feels thick and heavy. I was in the laundry room pretending to sort clothes, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of gray yoga shorts and a cropped white tank top that barely covered the bottom of my tits. No bra. No panties. My nipples were hard little points against the fabric and my pussy was already throbbing just from the anticipation. My phone buzzed on the dryer. Laundry room. Now. Door unlocked. Don’t make me wait.

His fingers brushed the soaked fabric of her panties and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning out loud. She was dripping. Fuck. She’s been wet for me the whole dinner. He circled her clit through the thin material, slow and teasing. Wren’s breath hitched. She gripped the edge of the table, biting her lip hard. Her eyes met his across the candlelight — dark, needy, a little desperate. “Cole…” she whispered, voice barely audible. “Shh,” he murmured. “Just feel it, baby.” He kept teasing her. Pressing firmer. Sliding a finger under the edge of her panties to brush her bare, slick folds. She was so wet his finger slid easily. She shifted in her seat, thighs trembling, try

His chest was rising and falling fast while his eyes were on me like he wanted to eat me alive. I stepped out of my heels and walked over slowly, enjoying the way he watched every move. My blouse was still hanging open, my breasts bouncing freely. My skirt was still bunched up around my waist and my soaked panties pulled to the side, I could feel my pussy dripping down my thighs. I climbed onto the couch and straddled him, hovering just above his cock. “You’ve been such a good boy so far,” I whispered, dragging my wet folds along his shaft and teasing him. “But I’m not done playing with you yet.”

I couldn’t stop thinking about Professor Ryan Gray’s cum leaking out of me all day. The way it had dripped down my thighs while I sat in his chair yesterday, thick and warm, while he filmed it like I was his personal p**n star. My pussy was still sore this morning, but that only made me wetter. I changed my panties three times before his lecture because every time I remembered his thumb stretching my asshole while he pumped my cunt full, I soaked through another pair.

“On your knees, sweetheart.” I sank down, the concrete biting into my skin through my thin skirt, knees aching already. The whiskey blurred the edges, but not enough to ignore the way their belts clacked open, pants dropping. Their cocks sprang free….Jay’s thick and veined, Jerry's cock was longer, curving up, Tony's already leaking at the tip. They stroked themselves, watching me, the air heavy with their musk.

As if to confirm his words, she felt her juice flowing down in her panty and she quickly clapped her legs close as if it would stop it from flowing. "You're trying too hard, baby" he said when he noticed she's trying to hide the fact that she's actually very wet. He lifted himself off her and crawled towards her legs, he grabbed her legs and spread them open, then scoffed loudly. "Baby, you're a lying baby, even your jean pant is wet and you said you're not wet?" "No, I'm not" she clapped her legs close again. He laughed, he reached for her waistline and pulled her jean pant and panty down at once, he threw them.