Novel & Cerita Wet Panty Stories

“Damn it, Penelope.” Penelope burst out laughing, a loud, unsteady sound of excitement. “A-again! Do it… let’s… do it again!” "No! We’re are not doing anything again, Get up. Let's go home," Wayne ordered, trying to sit up. Penelope shook her head, her wet hair whipping around. As Wayne pushed himself upward, she sat up, straddling his waist. The thin, soaked fabric of his trousers was all that separated Penelope’s bare pussy from the bulge of his cock through his pants.

Pain claws at my insides. A foreign kind of pain. It's more like an invasion of pressure. Everywhere. It plagues my loins, my tummy, the walls of my sex. There's a definite stretching there, my flesh hurrying to accommodate Ramsy's larger than normal shaft. And of course I know he's well above average. I work in a factory with women twice my age and all they talk about is men and sex. They laugh and tell me to cover my ears, no idea that the act of intercourse, the wild tangle of two people mating, has always made my panties damp in my factory suit. Their stories replay in my head at night before I fall asleep, wedged in between prayers for forgiveness.

Already aroused, that German voice in her head kicked Sabrina's libido up to a thirteen on a ten point scale. Her playmates in easy reach, she wiggled out of her jeans. She sighed, wondering how long the wet spot had been showing on her crotch. Hopefully she'd not been walking around with it at work. She mopped herself with her panties and tossed them in the hamper thinking she'd need to do the wash tomorrow because she was going through underwear at an alarming rate. She was still wet, because the panty bath hadn't done any good. They'd needed wrung out and dried as much as she did. She'd not be sorry when that part of this little experiment was over. She'd not bargained for wet all day eve

"Down. Now. You're wasting our precious time." They pushed me onto the wet grass, kicking my legs open, my dress pulling up. "Push your panties to your ankles. We wanna see that famous cunt." I dragged the thin fabric off my waist, down my knees and to my ankles, trailing my legs. My bare cunt lips was soaked, clit sticking out long and swollen like it always does when I was worked up. Slowly spreading my knees, panties hanging uselessly, keeping me in check, exposing everything for their eyes. "Fuuuckkkk...."Connor whistled. "Look at that fat wet gash. Clit's already begging for attention."

I was whimpering and grinding my soaked panties against nothing, losing my mind with pleasure. Mark’s hand slid down and rubbed my silk-covered pussy. “Fuck, she’s absolutely drenched,” he told Angie. “Her cunt is leaking all over these panties.” Angie stood up beside the bed, right in front of my face, and slowly peeled her black panties down. Her hairy pussy was right there — dark curls glistening with her arousal, plump lips puffy and parting, her swollen clit peeking out. The musky scent of her hit me and I licked my lips involuntarily.

He was out of breath and panting from what I assumed was a mind-blowing orgasm. After that, I ran to my room with my sloppy wetness and yanked off my soaked undies. I rummaged through my secret drawer for toys I’ve been using to play with myself during this period, hoping to get some relief at that moment. Everything felt like it was on fire, and all I could think of was that perfect cock in the other room, but I didn’t want to beg for it. I was convinced my toys could solve my little problem.

“Please… I’m so wet. My pussy hurts.” Marcus glanced over, eyes darkening. “Sophia, not now. We’re dealing with your expulsion first.” But I couldn’t wait. Tears of frustration spilled down my cheeks. I spread my legs wide in the seat, my short school skirt riding all the way up. No panties — I’d lost them somewhere in the locker room. My slick, swollen pussy was on full display, glistening and dripping onto the leather seat. “Look… it’s dripping everywhere,” I cried, sliding two fingers through my folds and pushing them inside with a wet squelch. I pumped them desperately, moaning loudly. “I need cum, Daddy. I’ll do anything.”

Xavier says She cries out, trembling under my touch and panting. My fingers push against her opening, spreading her lips and pushing my big finger into her, still covered by her panties. It’s teasing, and I can’t actually slide into her with the damn fabric in the way, but it has the effect I want on her. She moans wildly, and when I feel even more sticky wetness soak into her panties, I groan as I start to pump my cock faster.

“You are pathetic.” Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public.” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.”

“Keep going. Everything. Panties too. I want you completely naked for this inspection.” I shoved my leggings down next, kicking them off my ankles. My face burned as I hooked my thumbs into my soaked panties and peeled them down my thighs. The crotch stuck to my pussy lips for a second before coming free. I stepped out of them and handed the damp bundle over, my hand trembling. “These are fucking wet. Great. You can see what your stupid rules did to me,” I muttered. Grant took them and set them aside. He looked at the dark wet spot on the fabric then back at me. “Natural reaction.