Slimy Panties Novels & Stories

Crystal breathed then, "Suck me... please..." He grinned, sucking her harder. Crystal groaned loudly then, squirming. Thrusting a hand under the waistband of her pants, he found his way into the thin panties she was wearing and into her pussy. She was very wet and hot, which made him chuckle. Raising his head, he pulled out his hand, and made quick work of her sneakers and pants. Her panties were a teal silk thong, and soaking wet by now.

I sat there, my heart pounding, as the guys took a few long seconds to process Reynold’s challenge. Then, like a dam breaking, the two men immediately on either side of me sprang into action. They roughly slid my already bunched-up skirt even higher around my waist and shoved their hands straight into my tiny black and purple panties. Their fingers were eager and demanding as they started playing with my pussy.

He leans over me, sliding the straps of my panties down, “I think I'm jealous.” My heart pounds so hard, I'm sure it misses the next beat. Julian pulls my panties tight, ripping the thin cloth so easily that it makes me gasp. “Your panties are so flimsy... maybe you should stop wearing them when you're around me.” He pulls me to the edge again, leaving me with my legs open wide and ready to receive him. With his hands spreading the insides of my thighs, Julian reveals the erection that's so hard that veins pop out.

Xavier says She cries out, trembling under my touch and panting. My fingers push against her opening, spreading her lips and pushing my big finger into her, still covered by her panties. It’s teasing, and I can’t actually slide into her with the damn fabric in the way, but it has the effect I want on her. She moans wildly, and when I feel even more sticky wetness soak into her panties, I groan as I start to pump my cock faster.

There was one of those long bare legs that I had so often imagined wrapped around my head. Kathy had let her legs spread wider, and she shifted her butt on the table and raised her left knee higher than her right, which caused an even wider gap and more exposed thigh flesh. And now there they were, in clear daylight—her panties. Silk and shiny. And lavender. Her hands were on the hem of her dress and seemed to be pulling up on it with her palms. With her chest out, it looked like she was posing for me. I could even see the bulge of her pussy mound as the silky panties clung to it.

He realizes it’s layered and, inside the white apron and the black petticoat, there are lace-trimmed leather panties. The top of my panties is below my garter belt, which is also black and lacy. For a moment, Septimus is befuddled by the intricacy of straps leading to my thigh-highs and the red handle of the leash, which hangs like a plumb bob between my knees. As though these weren’t enough, my thorny black tail is also swishing slowly in excitement between my Mary Janes. He sweeps aside the crotch of my lingerie and is thrilled to discover me all shaved and as smooth as the crease of a marble statue. I’m also slightly knock-kneed as a holdover from my Wampus Cat form.

Celina With numb, trembling fingers, I slide the panties over my hips and let them drop to the floor. Next I slip my arms into his shirt and inhale the scent of him. I’m half turned on and half pissed off. He has me tied in knots. He’s scary and sexy and thrilling. I can’t help wondering if he makes women think slutty thoughts any time he’s around.