Jump The Back Gate

Meryl stumbled up the garden path, barely managing to bring the panties back up in time. She quickly scrambled her way up and over the gate, not even daring to look back to see if she was being pursued. There was the matter of that group of boys just up the street, but that was something to worry about when she was safely over and on the ground again. To that end, she prepared to jump, so preoccupied with looking down at the pavement below that she didn't consider any other possible...hazards.

Meryl jumped, and when she felt a powerful tugging down below, her mouth fell open. A beat too late, she realised the waistband of her pink princess panties had become snagged on the top of the gate, so that instead of landing seamlessly on the other side, she was instead hoisted up onto her tiptoes, and **** to stay like that as their front was yanked up and into her slit. Meryl squealed shrilly at the feeling of the fabric bunched up and wedged tight between her labia, squirming on the spot and pulling lamely at in an attempt to relieve herself. Behind her, the situation wasn't too different — her cheeks were almost entirely exposed, the seat of the stolen undies reduced to a thin, tangled strip buried deep in the crack of her arse and gathered in a skimpy, taut strip of cotton in her pussy. "Not another wedgie!" She hissed. "Not another wedgie!!!" The noise she was making made a few curious heads among the group of boys across the road turn and look over at her. It made her blood run cold to see them looking at her while she was in this position, and in these clothes! She went about trying to free herself with greater intensity, her unsupported tits bouncing up and down under her top in time with her motions.

The boys were congregating, some already stepping into the road and pointing. She needed to free herself, and to that end tried grasping up and over her head to remove the stuck waistband from the top of the gate, but the angle was too awkward, and the gate too high. She stole a glance at the group, who were now shouting amongst each other, or else laughing and continuing to point. They most certainly could see her now, she had to act fast. In desperation, Meryl tried extracting the material from her pussy and somehow tearing through the panties to free herself, but was ultimately unable to get past step one, only managing to tease herself by jumping up and down on the spot and pulling at the wedged, pink cotton with her fingers. She had to stop when she realised it was stimulating her in the wrong kind of way, so she was still stuck hanging there half-dressed when the group of boys finally arrived.

Meryl was afraid to make eye contact at first, staring intensely at the floor while covering her crotch with her hands. She saw a pair of blue designer-looking trainers walk into her field of vision, and gulped. "Well, well, well," she heard a voice say, clearly the owner of the trainers. "In a bit of a pickle, babe?"

She decided to take a chance and look up, and was greeted by a handsome young man, maybe a year or two older than her. His hair was dark and tousled, he wore a dark grey tracksuit with black stripes running up the legs, and the rest of the group had their eyes on him. The ring leader, most likely. "I'm...f-fine, thank you," Meryl said, quietly. It didn't pay to be rude, not to a bunch like this. "Hah! You sure about that? Because you seem...stuck. I mean, hand on heart? I've never seen a girl actually get a wedgie like this before, I mean it's the kind of thing you see in movies or porn, right? But...wow, it really is something special, up close." Meryl felt a rush of self-consciousness, pushing her palms against her crotch a little more tightly. "I would like to see...the whole thing, though," he added, gaze flicking down to where her hands rested. "Fancy giving me a glimpse?"

Meryl shook her head. "I...I don't think that's a good idea. It's...this is so..."

"Embarrassing?" He finished. "Be weird if it wasn't, right?" He licked his lips. "But it's not like we're not getting a great view already, hey? Just a look, that's all." He batted his eyelashes, taking a few steps closer. Meryl exhaled, she didn't see a way out of this without giving this one what he wanted. "You—you'll help me down after, won't you?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die," he grinned and made the accompanying gesture, then returned to staring at her hands, waiting for them to be removed. Meryl hesitated, before finally giving a **** nod. Taking a deep breath, she tried to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach, then allowed her hands to leave her crotch at last, giving the boys a prime view of the eye-popping wedgie she was suffering from. It looked as if her lips were swallowing the panties whole — little if anything was left to the imagination. "Nice one, Ben!" One of the other boys commented, as they all stared at Meryl's crotch. The leader, Ben, took a mock bow, looking up as he dipped into it to marvel at Meryl's downstairs situation from a lower angle.

"Brilliant," he said. "Just brilliant." He straightened back up, looked around at the rest of the group, then held up a hand and snapped a finger. "But you know what would make this more brilliant?" He smiled smugly,"Bit of percussion!" Ben reached into his trouser pocket and took out his phone, then flicked the toggle on the side of it, making it vibrate briefly. "Call me," he told the lad standing next to him, which he did without hesitation. When the call came up on Ben's phone, he turned it to face Meryl and showed it to her. Meryl eyed the buzzing mobile with consternation, something bad was going to happen, something...humiliating. She tried to inch backwards, pressing her buttocks further into the gate, but Ben advanced on her just the same. He lowered the phone down until it was level with her crotch, never once breaking eye contact. Meryl could barely stand to meet his gaze, instead keeping her eyes trained on his chest; though she still saw what he was doing out of the corner of her eye.

Ben came in close, slipping a finger into the front of Meryl's waistband, pulling it gently away from her skin. Meryl gasped in anticipation, looking down to watch him while he pressed the phone down into the gap he'd made, pushing it further and further until at last it was flush with her vulva; the entire time, it never stopped vibrating. Meryl let out the littlest squeak, then shuddered as she felt herself blush. The phone thrummed steadily against her pussy, the vibrations radiating inwards to give her a perverse pleasure. Her breath caught in her throat, the rise and fall of her chest becoming inconsistent, irregular. She was trapped, hoisted up in that wicked wedgie from the back while being vibrated as never before from the front; she had to get it out, had to...

Her fingers went back down to reach for the phone. She paused to psyche herself up, preparing to remove it. She was prepared to take it out, she knew she had to, before it was too late...but her fingers just touched it, making no move to actually grasp it or shift it away from her crotch. A moan escaped her lips, and at that instant she was absolutely sure her cheeks were turning a deeper shade of red.