Girl Hanging Wedgie Novels & Stories

I would not be so lucky. She released her grip on her own a*s and pushed herself up, her butt jiggling mouth-wateringly again as she stood. She turned back to face me, pushed herself upward, and rested her round a*s against the bed. With a firm pull, she yanked down her skirt over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Her red-lace covered crotch was now exposed to me, and then, as she pushed herself back to fully sit on the bed, she spread her legs apart lewdly, running her fingers down over her covered pu**y. The thong underwear was tiny, and it barely covered her nether regions, and it confirmed her earlier boast. If she had any sort of landing strip or anything like that, with as little

easing the door open a crack to peer inside. Chuan's on his back, one of the girls riding him with the kind of yelling and screaming that tells you all you need to know about whether she's really enjoying it or just putting up a good performance. Both are side-on to me. I'm not in their line-of-sight without them turning. But I can see the weals on her flesh, angry stripes over her shoulders and the small of her back, swollen red. The other woman's on the edge of the bed, giving him a different kind of performance, his face turned her way as he watches while she finger-fucks herself.

She brought her hand back up to show me the sticky material on her fingers. I turned my head to see what Angela and Cassie were doing. Angela had her dress hiked up to her belly button, exposing her totally shaved pussy. Cassie was lying on the bed, like me, with Angela straddling her face. The young girl was deftly using her tongue to spread open Angela and lick her pink twat. My attention was returned to Britney when I felt her grab my cock. She was bent over at the waist and guided my cock into her open mouth. It felt amazing to feel her warm mouth on my dick again.

Twice near the beginning of the six-hour tape I saw Gwen dump hers out. Then it got raunchy. Joyce was in the middle of the room modeling a bra, panty and teddy set and some guy hollered at her and she stuck out her hand. He got up and went to her and handed her a bill. She tucked the bill in her waistband and then took off the teddy and the bra. That opened the floodgates and money was being handed out and clothes were coming off and soon all the women were naked - except for Gwen. Guys kept pushing money at her and she kept shaking her head no. She did take the drinks that they kept handing her.

“It feels so good… destroy my pussy with it… ahh!” Derek fucked my pussy even harder with the wooden hanger, slamming it deep into my cunt with brutal force. The curved body of the hanger rubbed against my G-spot on every stroke. My moans only turned into continuous and shameless, filling the entire bedroom. My juices sprayed out around the wood with every powerful thrust, soaking the sheets beneath my soft ass. “Look at you sis,” Derek growled, pounding my pussy even faster. “My p**n star little sister, taking a fucking dress hanger in wet slutty pussy and begging for more of it. You’re completely gone.”

“A-Ah! S-So! Ugh!” Evander proceeded to play with her swelled nipple while attempting to use yet another device on her. He yanked her skirt up while ripping her underwear as he grabbed a pressure-wave device. Gwen's eyes widened in surprise, and she lost all awareness of Evander sucking on her breast. Is it true that he just tore my Victoria's Secret underwear?

Pausing momentarily to readjust, I resume my rhythmic movements, eliciting a symphony of moans and screams from her, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain. Out of the corner of my vision, I notice Quinton engaged in an intense act with the other girl. She is positioned on all fours, clutching onto the bed, unable to resist the powerful thrusts he delivers. With a shared smile, we celebrate our connection by exchanging a high five. As we firmly grasp the girls' hips, we thrust as deeply as possible, causing our knots to lock behind their pelvic bones, resulting in their screams and futile attempts to escape.

His knees buckled, his hands shot to his crotch, and for a glorious, glorious moment, I felt divine. But I wasn’t done. Because somewhere deep in my chest — beneath the pain and the panic and the pounding adrenaline — a darker voice whispered, “Go further.” So I grabbed the waistband of his jeans. And I yanked them up. Hard. Like hard hard. Like middle-school-bully-on-a-mission level wedgie. His boxers — plain white, faded, and definitely not sexy — vanished up his ass so violently I think he saw stars. He shrieked. Shrieked. Like a dying animal.

The woman must have felt his eyes on her, because she beamed a fake smile and thrust out one hip in a time-honored stance. Weber returned the smile. Her body was better than okay. And she wasn’t wearing a wig. He was going to enjoy this in more ways than one.

More people were gathering at a distance, watching the live stream on their phones or filming themselves. They took turns. I was passed around like a toy. Bent over a bench, railed from behind while sucking another cock. On my knees in the grass, surrounded by ten hard cocks slapping my face. I sucked them greedily, mascara running, spit and precum dripping onto my marked tits. Grim lifted me onto his cock reverse cowgirl style, bouncing me so everyone could see my branded and tattooed body getting used. Another guy stepped up and pushed into my ass at the same time. Double penetration in the open air while the city watched.