Wet Panty Stories Novels & Stories

The summer heat in the suburban house was stifling, even with the AC humming at full blast. Emma sprawled on the living-room couch in her panty shorts—tiny black cotton that hugged her ass like a second skin—and a matching bikini bra that barely contained her full breasts. The fabric was thin, damp with sweat, her nipples faintly visible through the material as she fanned herself with a magazine. Sarah, her roommate, lounged beside her in similar attire, scrolling through N*****x on the big screen. “Horror?” Sarah suggested with a grin. “It’s too hot for anything else need something to give me chills.”

I'd hiked my skirt up, pulling my soaked panties aside while I circled my swollen clit with a ballpoint pen. I'd imagined it was a tongue there, lapping my fluids, making me cum so hard. I almost got caught too by my CFO. And let's not talk about my ridiculous p**n habits. I always searched about young studs railing older busty Milfs like myself. I loved watching the big tittied cougars get their wet cunts pounded mercilessly, moaning out loud. "Fuck me harder, you younger stud..." I wailed in the comfort of my bedroom, fingering my horny snatch.

"We've got the whole week." Bruno stroked his wet cock. He was too turned on, too eager to fuck her. He spun her around, and bent her over the couch. Vivian’s short skirt was hiked up around her waist. Bruno could see soaked white panties. He pushed the panties to the side. Vivian's smooth, shaved pussy glistened with her wetness. Damn it! Her fat pussy was always a delight to look at. Bruno rubbed his tip up and down her slit, teasing her.

, my eyes shot open and I moved my blanket to see my boxers were wet and sticky I had a wet dream about Kathy. “Fuck”

Mildred laughed and said, “She peed her pants.” Sure enough when Michelle came back in the whole front of her blue jeans was wet but she didn’t seem to notice or care. The wine had finally gotten to her and to Mildred too. I watched as Michelle said that it was hot in the cabin and then slithered out of her wet jeans and threw off her shirt. She sat down in her bra and panties. Her wet panties allowed me to see the fancy hair cut on her pussy. It was just a landing strip above her slit. She sat very unlady like with her legs spread. The wet panties were plastered against her pussy outline and I finally saw my first camel toe that all the boys talked about, but I actually saw one, they hadn’t

he said and started the engine. We arrived in his house and I could feel down there that my panty is wet. "What's wrong?" I bit my lip and shook my head but he wasn't convinced. "What's wrong?" "M-My panty is wet R-Rod," I said, blushing.. "But it’s- "You're not comfortable?" he asked. "A little," I answered. He nodded and came to me. "W-What are you doing?" "We're going to take off your panty," he said and immediately lifted my pencil skirt. I didn't do anything when he pulled my panty down and I saw him look at it.

I wanted to keep it as it was. He smirked and his thumb went up to trace my lips. I closed my eyes, my lips parting a little to relish the little butterflies he gave me. Though, there were more than butterflies pooling down my waist. After we broke the kiss, I had to discard my pantie in the bathroom because it was soaking wet. I would wash it later. There were the housemaids who did the washing, but I did not like someone washing my pantie. Especially when it had my wet climax lingering on it. That was gross. If I was a maid, I would regret my life decision.

I moaned seductively. “You’ve gotten very wet. Your panties are soaked here…” Adrian whispered alluringly into my ear as he pressed his finger against my crotch through my panties. He began stroking me through the thin fabric of my panties and the texture of the fabric began rubbing against my soaked entrance and my sensitive clit. I moaned at the pleasure of his touch as I wished that he would start touching me there directly. His pleasurable touches only made me wetter down there. I felt another gush of hot heat in between my legs, and I started feeling embarrassed at how hot and wet I was getting.

My eyes widen and she continues, “I don't think there's ever a night he goes to bed without a woman or two. And I've never seen him bring the same woman home twice.” I cringe at the revelation. But Nancy doesn't seem to notice. “You know what we call him around here?” She looks around and whispers to me, “The panty ripper.” “What?” “That's right! I think he has a kink for ripping panties off his conquests. He's quite notorious for it. It's like his signature move or something. I've lost count of the number of torn panties I've had to throw away.”

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.