Feel Meryl's Tits

Meryl was quivering all over, awash in a heady mix of humiliation and lust that was getting more intense the longer this went on. The intense rubbing of her own crotch finally grew too much for the phone to stay snug in her panties, and it clattered loudly to the floor. Ben didn't much seem to mind, not even bothering to pick it up, too engaged in watching Meryl pleasure herself while suffering from the ever-worsening wedgie she was being subjected to.

"What do we think?" He repeated, and without hesitation a series of shouts went up. "Show us her arse!", "Tits! Wanna see her tits!" By the sound of it, the 'Tits' had it, so Ben did as he was asked and slid his hands up under Meryl's top. She saw and felt what he was doing, but all she could manage in the way of a rebuke was shaking her head vigorously while continuing to knead her crotch and the edges of her supple inner thighs. Ben put his hands on Meryl's tits, giving them a good feel, running them up and over their soft curves, and playing briefly with her nipples. She closed her eyes, another moan coming up from deep within, and Ben took that as his cue to tear her top open; an equal amount of wolf whistles and cheers went up as Meryl's tits were exposed for them. Ben jiggled them for the lads. It only served to fire Meryl up further, her fingers went up and into her snatch, and through the fabric of the princess panties she openly played with herself, slowly rubbing her clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head — she was completely lost in the blistering, forbidden pleasure of it all.

While Ben fondled Meryl's tits and Meryl fondled her own pussy, the long, stretched-out bit of fabric behind her wore and wore, spooled out to extremes it was never meant to be **** into. Gradually, the waistband lost its valiant fight to hold on, tearing loudly at the point where it was hooked to the top of the fence. Meryl's eyes widened as she was abruptly released from the wedgie, the panties ripping off of her and causing her to fall to her knees, entirely bottomless and barely covered by the open top. She sank to her knees, breathing hard and slow, looking between the assembled boys, stunned and overcome with embarrassment. Ben took the opportunity to snatch up the torn pink rag that remained of Meryl's panties, smiling faintly to himself, then quickly turning them over in his hands and tying one corner to another. When he was done, he had a makeshift bandana, and before Meryl could get a proper look at what he was doing, he bent down and placed it on Meryl's head, patting it lightly into place. "What do you think, boys?" He looked around at them for approval, and a chorus of appreciative murmurs went up.

Staring mutely up at them, Meryl Prentiss knelt on the cold, hard pavement. Her bare pussy was glistening with moisture, her firm, bare tits peeked out from the large gap running down the centre of her open pyjama top, and atop her head the ragged bandana made from the torn pair of panties perfectly completed the look with the glittering letters that had previously been located on their back: 'Genuine Princess' it declared — an ironic way to describe the horny, utterly humiliated girl it pertained to.

Meryl's cheeks were nothing less than two perfect spots of rouge on her face, she was so exquisitely aroused that her eyes were watering while she bit her lip and made suggestive noises. She was struggling to keep her hands away from her crotch, constantly giving her pussy lips small, sensitive rubs that made her shimmy and shake all over. In her entire life, she'd never felt so alive with sexual desire; it was so intense now that she was stuck in a feedback loop — the lewd, humiliating nature of the scenario made it hard to breathe, and brought continuous colour to her cheeks and heat to her body. Yet the more embarrassed she grew, the hornier she became, and the hornier she became, the more shame arose in response.

Ben gave her that mischievous grin again, and started stroking his chin. "You look like you're in need of a little more help..." he mused.