Wedgie Girl

The phone's vibrations were driving Meryl insane, sending waves of pleasure rattling through her and causing a growing wetness to secrete out of her and onto the phone, staining the front of her panties in the process. The bright rainbow graphic adorning their front was darkening from the moisture, while the boys watched it happen in rapt attention. Meryl bit her lip, hard. She didn't have the strength to take the phone away from her crotch, the sensation was too good, and everything she'd been through had sapped what willpower she might have otherwise had. Despite her inhibitions — a persistent, searing shame ran through her, making her forehead slick with sweat — she couldn't help but draw an illicit pleasure from the stimulation of her sex. Subconsciously, she clenched her thighs together, the phone leaving soft imprints in their ample flesh as it was pushed inwards, closer still to her moist pussy; it made her shudder, and a lovely little moan escaped her.

"Seems our girl's getting into it," Ben smirked. "Now let's help her out a little more, hm?" Meryl saw him reach up and go to grab the stretched pink cotton that extended up from her backside and onto the gate behind her, powerless to stop him. Ben grasped the straining material, but instead of unhooking the waistband from where it had become snagged, he instead gave Meryl a wicked grin and tugged it upwards. Instantly, Meryl's hands went down between her thighs, a low moan suffused with vocal fry coming out of her as the already tightly-wedged material stuck between her labia was wrenched further up and into her wet slit. He'd gone against his word! She should have seen it coming, but now it really was too late, instead of releasing her from the awful wedgie, Ben was seemingly comitted to making it worse.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did that hurt?" He murmured, pausing momentarily. "Here, this should help," another tug, this time with a little more **** in it. Meryl squealed as her panties slid up into an even deeper wedgie, the front of them now drenched in her juices; the combined feel of the steadily vibrating phone and the tight, tight material of her undies was almost too much to bear. Behind, things were even worse, the discomfort caused by the fabric riding deep into her arse crack **** her to put her hands back there and first try to remove it, though that quickly proved futile — the reality of the ongoing wedgie made it impossible to keep said fabric out of there for long — so instead she had to spread her cheeks for some semblance of relief, wincing and cringing as the back of the panties rubbed back and forth over her (nominally) virgin anus.

Meryl looked into his eyes, "P-please...I can't t-take much more..." As if wanting to test the truth of that statement, Ben pulled a third time, so much harder than ever before. It brought forth a quavering, sensual shriek from her. Meryl finally lost what composure she'd had left, releasing her tight buttocks and shoving her hands into the twisted up fabric at her front. She quickly pushed the phone aside to shamelessly rub her crotch, screwing her eyes shut tight to avoid seeing the look on Ben and the other boys' faces. "H-hurts...s-so...m-m-much..." Meryl gasped, fingers becoming slick with moisture the deeper down she pushed them.

"This one's off the chain, eh lads?" Ben remarked. "Quite the show-off..." he stared admiringly at Meryl's damp crotch, and the pseudo-masturbation she was indulging in, then turned back to the group. "What do we think? How should we, er...'help' her next?"