Class dismissed

The bell rang and you jumped up not wanting to be late again. Reaching the doorway of your next class, you found two guys and a girl blocking the door. “Hi Wanda. We heard about what happened last period and judging from how you’re walking, you must be feeling pretty sore. How would you like an icy treat to help sooth your pussy?”

You found their offer a bit suspicious but **** to relieve some of the pain in your cunt, you agreed. One guy holds your arms behind your back while the other pulls the waistband of your jeans and panties out. The girl holds up a tube and says, “it’s actually an Icy.. Hot treat.” Though you try to protest, she squirts a generous helping into your panties. The guy holding your waistbands uses both hands to pull your panties out of your jeans and between your lips.

The front wedgie smears Icy Hot into every crevice of your pussy and the cooling sensation actually feels pretty nice for a second. It quickly starts burning and getting more intense. You start to panic and try pulling your arms away but the guy behind you holds them tight. The man in front readjusts his grip to the leg holes of your panties and pulls with such **** that your feet leave the ground.

You yell and yell unsure which burns worse - the icy hot or the fabric flossing your lips and pinching your clit. As he drops you back down, he brings his knee up to greet your pussy. You fight the urge to fall down not wanting to stretch your panties again.

The man let’s go of your arms but your panties are still being held. A sharp jerk of them drags you over to your seat just as the teacher walks in. Afraid to be caught touching yourself again, you keep your hands on the desk resigning to sit through class with your panties wedged between your lips and icy hot working it’s magic.