Wetting Pants Stories Novels & Stories

Her damn brother started this mess from his nightly stories. I move behind her, spread my legs to either side of hers, and place my hands beneath her arms. “Pull down your pants and squat. I’ll ease you down and keep my eyes closed while doing it.” I shut my eyes and concentrate on the movement of her body. “What if I piss on your boots?” she all but sobs. “They’ll wash. Come on, it’s cold.”

Quickly making my way to my own room, I took my shirt off. Then I peeled my yoga pants down my legs while sitting on the edge of my bed. Staring at them, I gasped softly. Lifting them up, I held the pants in front of my face and stared at the crotch. Holy hell. The entire waist area of them was dark pink, almost red. They were completely drenched. I'm not even sure why I did it, but I scrunched the fabric together and then twisted the pants between my hands, wringing the fabric. Liquid dripped onto my bare legs. Good lord, Marianne! I hadn't realized how juicy my cunt had become. Just from trying to seduce my dad.

He finished tidying, then headed to his own room for a much-needed shower. Steam filled the bathroom as Troy stripped, stepping under the hot spray. Water cascaded over his broad shoulders, down the defined muscles of his chest and abs. His mind wandered again—to Theo’s flushed cheeks last night, the way his tears had felt under Troy’s thumb, the vulnerability mixed with raw want. Troy’s cock twitched, thickening slightly at the memory. He ignored it, washing quickly, then dried off and slipped into loose gray cotton pants. No underwear. The soft fabric hung low on his hips, his dick dangling freely, the outline subtle but noticeable with every step. Comfortable. Dangerous, given the tension

Thinking about it alone is enough to make my opening tingle. But something doesn’t add up. With all that much action, I expected my body to be very sore right now, but I am extremely relaxed. Is there something I’m missing? Then it clicks. I remember being carried to a bath and the gentle care they gave me after. I fell asleep in the tub. Naked. I look down at myself, and I’m in a pair of warm sweatpants and a t-shirt that looks three sizes bigger than me. It is long enough to pass as a minidress. No one has to tell me whose they aren’t mine because that is common sense. It is either First Guy’s or Thirst Trap’s.

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

His palms were warm and slightly rough as they gripped my inner thighs, spreading me wider. I shivered at the exposure. My panties were soaked through, the wet spot obvious. Ethan stared at it for a long moment, breathing through his mouth, before leaning in. He pressed his face between my legs, nose brushing against the damp fabric. He inhaled deeply, then groaned. The sound vibrated against me. Without warning he hooked his fingers into the waistband and yanked my panties down my legs, tossing them aside. Cool air hit my exposed pussy, making me gasp. I was dripping, folds swollen and shiny with arousal.

Vivian pleaded, her voice cracking and trembling as she fought to push Nate off. Nate’s eyes widened in confusion as he finally pulled back, his mouth and chin glistening with Vivian’s pussy wetness. “What… what’s wrong?” Vivian didn’t answer. Her hands moved quickly, tugging her soaked panties up over her trembling legs as the damp fabric clung uncomfortably to her skin. She pressed her thighs together, trying to steady herself while a flush of heat lingered across her body. She smoothed her dress down just as the leaves at the edge of their hiding spot rustled sharply, jerking her gaze toward the sound.

His voice was cold as ice and when he picked up my pantie from the floor, I froze, my face flushing red with embarrassment. "Give back that! What right do you have to touch my underwear!" I yelled, trying to reach for it but the motherfucker was taller. "Hmm….." he hummed, sliding his fingertips along the soaked fabric, "G-string? our dear nerdy wears sexy panties too? Hmm, interesting. But why is it so wet, who made you cum this much?" I twisted my face in pure disgust when he brought it close to his nose and took a long sniff. "Wow….such depraved scent…."

"When I was finished he asked me to pull down my jeans but not my panties. I unsnapped my jeans and slipped them down my thighs. He took out his very hard cock from his drenched pants and pulled me down on his lap. His cock slid past my wet panties and split open my pussy, plunging deep into my steamy fuck hole. "I lifted up and slammed down on his cock again and again. His pee-soaked pants and my drenched panties made wet squishing sounds each time I impaled myself down his length. He reached around and rubbed my clit. An orgasm exploded from my pussy and then another. He pushed me off him and said he wanted me to suck his cock.

“Spread your legs. Take your panties off. Let me see how wet you are for me.” His voice was rough and so fucking sexy as he said the words. My body obeyed him without question. I adjusted my position, letting my legs fall open. I was not wearing any underwear, this dress did not allow it. He let out a deep, loud groan as he looked between my legs, his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.