Wetting Pants Stories Novels & Stories

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

Bullshit, that's what it is! Because the entire time I was with Dean, for six whole years (seven if we take dating into account), I've never gotten wet that easily. Heck, sometimes even after he has heated the engine for some time, I was still as dry as the Sahara. So yeah, bull-fucking-shit, you liars (authors) ! But now, oh my God. When he said it like that, of how delicious I tasted, Oh. My. God. I finally realise my panties are actually wet. Soaked.

It was coated in thick white cream. She looked over at Daniel, whose pants were visibly wet at the front from pre-cum. “Next time,” she told him, voice husky, “maybe you’ll get to feel how hot and tight she is… but only if you’re a good boy and keep our secret.” I lay there panting, legs still spread, pussy gaping and twitching, staring at Daniel while my mind spun with shame… and pure, filthy excitement. 🍆🍆 My hands were shaking as Beatrice locked the door again three nights later.

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

“You’re gonna be addicted, trust me.” I already was. While one cock hammered my pussy, another rubbed my clit in tight circles, hitting that spot that made my toes curl. “Oh fuck yes!” I screamed. Then he pulled out and another dick took his place. I watched every second on the screen, the sight of all those hard cocks waiting their turn was what made me wettest. They kept rotating. One after another. By the time seven guys had used me I’d already squirted all over the bench. Twenty-three more still waited and the thought made me cry out in the hottest way possible.

Pouring from the roof tops making loud noises as they hit the ground . I could not wait any longer ,it was now or never . With my joggers and blue v-neck t-shirt on I run through the rain till I reached home. I was totally drenched in rain when I got home. I cursed myself for not taking an umbrella and a jacket . Feeling cold due to my wet clothes I rushed to the doorbell and rang it several times . It was at this time I wished I had taken my spare keys. With all my efforts gone to waste I sat at the porch and waited for someone to show up and open the door . Shaking from head to toe I watched to see if anyone was coming . When I saw the trace of a black Toyota Yaris I quickly got up with s

When I closed the door, she looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm so wet from reading your stories." She reached her hand down and started to slide it over her wet pussy. She wore gray leggings, and I saw the damp spot forming near her pussy. My big dick immediately hardened, knowing how wet I made her. I walked up behind her and touched her shoulders, giving a slight massage. She continued to rub her pussy through her leggings, letting out a little moan. I told her to hold off I would get to taking care of her shortly.

“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.

They were wet as well and she threw them on top of my tank top. "Your bra and panties are wet too," she explained, "I am going to take them off as well." I just nodded. She was still on her knees and so she reached up and grabbed my panties and pulled them down. I was mortified to see my cock was still hard, standing out proud into Prisha's face. I was still horny from the degradation, I couldn't believe it. I felt like crying again. But Prisha pretended she didn't notice, simply slipped off my wet panties and threw them aside. I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra. I slid it off and handed it to Prisha. She threw it with the rest of my clothes. We were both standing now, my cock just

Fuck, I think I'm wet too. These girls are insane. “I told you, I'd make you squirt.” The lady on her knees teased the other one standing and breathing really hard. They both burst out laughing, carefree and totally unworried about the people moving around them. They didn't care, they were just consumed in their own little world of pleasure. I couldn't stop staring. I couldn't stop dripping. How sinful! I suddenly froze, I couldn't even walk again. I stared with amused disbelief. My mouth dropped open in shock.