Wet Through Panties Novels & Stories

The outline of her garters caressed the side of my head and briefly I considered freeing them with my teeth. A wet stain of femcum began to spread across her panties. Something inside her panties moved. Anna moved her left foot outwards a few inches to open her legs a bit. I pulled down on her black panties, getting them to her feet in one quick stroke. Her swollen, wet pussy called out to me. It glistened in the dim light of the bathroom. It pulsed with each heartbeat. Femcum dripped onto the floor. In the dead silence of the room, I heard every drop.

“I’m wet too.” “Take your panties off,” Sharon said, gazing at her damp panties with desire. Beth slid her own panties off, and the two women were finally bare together, their naked pussies exposed. “Ooh… your pussy is so pretty when it’s all wet like that.” Sharon’s eyes narrowed as she threw the sheets off her naked lower half.

The wet spot on my panties is obvious now. “You need this so badly,” Vanessa purrs, voice thick with satisfaction. “Look at you, already falling apart for us on your first day. Such a needy little housewife.” The words should humiliate me. Instead they make me throb harder. They keep touching me—fingers circling my clit over my panties, mouths and hands on my tits, whispers of how pretty I am, how wet, how perfect for them—until I’m trembling on the edge, right there in my own living room in the middle of the afternoon.

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.

My pussy clenched in my panties, already missing the warmth of his hard cock that was poking there. He stood up. Flipped me over the counter, face down on the desk, my ass up in the air. “Hold onto it and do not let go” I obeyed immediately, my chest pressed to the cold wood, arms trembling. He pulled down my skirt roughly, and tore off my panties. Cool air hit my pussy lips, reminding me how wet I was down there. He slid his fingers through my folds, rubbing my wetness around me. “Fuck, you're dripping.”

Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.

I kicked them off, leaving me in just my thin, soaked camisole and a pair of simple cotton panties. He let out a low whistle. “Look at that. Already soaked for me. You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” He reached out and hooked a finger into the crotch of my panties, pulling the fabric aside. The cool air hit my bare, wet folds, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips. He ran a single finger slowly up my slit, gathering my wetness on his fingertip. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.

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.

I mean a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? Like instinct, I spread my legs wider. The feeling of the soft silk brushing against my skin turns me on even more. Before long, I’ve pulled off the pants every worker here is required to wear. They’re thin and completely overworn that I hear a rip, probably from the speed I took it off, but I don’t care. I am too completely turned on to care about anything at this point. When my finger reaches underneath there, I instantly feel the wet spot on my panties. I am completely soaked and I haven’t even done much.

Certainly, I wasn't under the drugs anymore. But why was Dane's presence having this much control over my body? It was embarrassing. My breath came in quick spurts as I pulled down my trousers. My fingers fumbling as I shifted my panties to the side. Fucking hell! My entire panties had been soaked. Wet, warm and slimy. My fingers grazed through the wetness. I moaned silently, biting my bottom lip. Fragments of images flashed through my mind. Images of Dane's hands rubbing my clit.