Wetting Pants Stories Novels & Stories

Don't jerk off thinking about me. Zane- I may leave class and do just that. Not like we actually have to be here if she is. Me- NO my panties are not wet! That's a total lie I was in such a hurry to change out of my pajamas that I totally forgot to change my soaked panties, I can feel the wetness rubbing against my thighs and its disgusting. They definitely do not need to know that though. Zane- I don't fucking like liars and right now you're being one. I felt how greedy that cunt was for me.

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."

I asked hissing, that I have to go out there wet. He shrugged, picking the pants he pulled off me and sticking it in his pockets and I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. I leaned closer into him making sure my boobs rubbed up on his chest. "The problem is now you have to go back there and talk to your parents knowing how wet I am." My tongue ran through the seams of his ears and he shuddered, "Every single conservation you know I'm wet and ready for you and you can't take me just yet and you know how wet I am so you can't stop thinking about the things you can do to me. " I felt the increased bulge in his pants and ran out of the room quickly.

My fingers trembled on my phone, pretending to scroll. Then her voice shattered through again: “Don’t stop, please, please, Rafe, more.” The Slip I was soaked. And I hated myself for it. No. That’s a lie. I loved it. I slid my hand down beneath the hem of my oversized T-shirt. I wasn’t wearing panties. I hadn’t planned for this just laundry day laziness, but now it felt like fate. I angled my hips slightly, leaned forward, and slid two fingers through my folds. Wet. Slippery. My own scent already rising to my nose like arousal confessing itself.

way 5: Professor's Forbidden PetChapter 2: No Panties After Class The whole next day I could not think straight. I sat in Professor Reed’s lecture with his dried cum still on my thighs from yesterday. Every time he looked at me from the front of the class my pussy throbbed. I kept pressing my legs together under the desk. The other students had no idea that their respected teacher had fucked me raw on his desk and filled me with his load. The thought made me wet again.

It felt like a leash, pulling me to him. Another half hour. Still nothing. I sent another: "I'm so wet, sir. Thinking of your cock." Bold, but true. My fingers hovered over the keys. The office buzzed around me, people talking, phones ringing. I felt apart from it all, trapped in this horny fog.

I finally understood what she was saying as I looked down at the towel that was still in my grasp as well as the clothes that she had laid out on the counter. "I can do it," I whispered back in response. She nodded before shutting the door to the restroom. I undid the button on my Dockers, which exposed the zipper, and then I walked. I struggled to get the wet fabric down my legs without losing my balance, but I was ultimately successful in doing so. I struggled to get the sweatpants and T-shirt over my head, and the sweatpants kept slipping off my hips. Inside, I looked for a drawstring and ended up pulling it a little bit tighter. I stood up and grabbed up my wet boxers and pants, but I st

He lifted himself off her and crawled towards her legs, he grabbed her legs and spread them open, then scoffed loudly. " you're a lying, even your jean pant is wet and you said you're not wet?" "No, I'm not" She clapped her legs close again. He laughed, he reached for her waistline and pulled her jean pant and panty down at once, he threw them. He grabbed her legs and spread them open again, he stared at her pûssy with a very wide smile before looking up at her. "You're so wet, you're even dripping" he said.

They stepped out and dried themselves off. They discovered that the water had reached their discarded clothes. They were all wet. They laughed and hung them up to dry. The water she had been in had made her a bit sober by now, her attention and focus on the orgasm she had just gotten.

This is a lesbian story of soaked panties, and pussy on pussy. ************ This happened a few weeks ago. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. It’s been playing in my head, over and over, like my body needs to remember every second. I had to write it down. I had to let it live somewhere outside of me.