Wet Through Panties Novels & Stories

I arched off the bed, fingers scrabbling for purchase in their hair. Hands everywhere. Mouths everywhere. They mapped me like they’d studied for this exam their whole lives. At some point my panties disappeared (I think Alex literally tore them; I heard fabric give) and then Matteo’s fingers were sliding through slick heat, parting me, pressing inside with a groan that vibrated against my skin. “Jesus, Liv. You’re soaked.”

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.

VIVIAN "You're drenched. Fuck, Vivian, your panties are ruined." "I've been wet for you all day. Every day. For three years." He rips my panties off — literally tears them from my body, the fabric giving way with a sharp sound. Cool air kisses my bare pussy, and I shiver with anticipation. Then his fingers are there, sliding through my folds, spreading my wetness. "So fucking wet," he murmurs. "So ready for me. Have you been touching yourself, thinking about this? Fingering this pretty pussy and imagining it was my cock?"

Then I fumble to kick it down my legs that are so hot and sensitive that I can feel the sheet scraping against them. I let my heavy thighs fall open, exposing my vanilla-colored panties. They’re lace and see-through and so soaked that another wave of heat covers my body when I realize he can see it. He can see the arousal and the stickiness. This is different from anything I’ve experienced before because he’s looking at me. He’s looking at my wet panties and my shaking legs and my fingers that are sneaking beneath the lace. But he’s not only looking. His nostrils are flaring, too, and the veins in his hand that’s at his side appear to be more defined and masculine.

The skirt pools around your ankles like spilled ink. Panties last. They’re soaked through—crotch dark, clinging obscenely. Hook your thumbs in the sides. Drag them down inch by torturous inch. The wet fabric peels away from your folds with a soft, sucking sound. A fresh string of slick stretches between cotton and cunt before it snaps, landing cool on your inner thigh. You step free. Kick them aside. They land somewhere in the dark with a damp slap. Naked. Vulnerable. Turn around.

My hand fisted the armrest, my balls aching as I fought the urge to lunge. She spun slowly, her ass flexing in her jeans. She bent over just enough to pop the zipper, dragging it down tooth by tooth. She peeled the denim off her creamy, slim-thick thighs before kicking them free to leave her in simple white cotton panties. They were plastered wet to her pussy, the crotch see-through and dark. Holy fuck, she’s drenched. Those good-girl panties were wrecked. I can’t wait to rip them aside and tongue-fuck that creamy slit till she soaks my face.

Her shape was more Rubenesque than she was in the video, but still great proportions and tone. Mum's panties were soaked with moisture from her arousal to the point I could almost see right through them to her pussy. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them too off her hips and down her thighs. Her pussy was so wet they clung there a moment longer, letting go with a snap. Down and off along with her pants. Mum was now naked too, as Ginger and me.

“Go ahead and get clean.” I gulp. Oh god, can I do it? Can I shower in front of the hottest men I’ve ever met, letting them see my everything? And the real Lily takes over then because with a soft nod, I reach down. Slowly hooking my fingers into the sides of the thin elastic, I pull my panties down, the cotton easing to my knees. And oh god, it’s embarrassing. Because a thin strand of pussy cum connects my hole to the soft fabric, clear and juicy, evidence of my need.

Those sea-blue eyes stayed glued to my face, watching every move. I hooked my fingers into her lace tights—felt like a second skin clinging to her—and tugged them down. Next came her black cotton panties, soaked through with a dark circle of wetness that told me everything I needed to know. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deep—her scent was intoxicating, musky and sweet, like forbidden fruit. I shoved them into my pocket. "I think I need to get you some new panties," I groaned, the words coming out thick.

I moaned in embarrassment when his hand cupped my pussy through my panties. “So wet…” Hayden murmured after releasing my sensitive nipple from his mouth. His hand began stroking my pussy through the thin fabric covering my crotch. From his reactions, I must have soaked through my underwear with my lusty juices, and I wasn’t surprised. My pussy felt very wet and flooded down there. His exploring fingers slipped into my panties and soon I felt his fingertips prodding my wet opening. --To be continued…