Interactive Wedgie Stories Novels & Stories

I said, small. "Great," Dr. Hartman said and pressed a second star on my sweater. "Two today. You're being brave." Miss Vivienne's smile folded the air. "Do-Over Stories help us make better memories," she whispered. "When you tell them, they get stronger." After a while, the stories became like a repeated song. Miss Vivienne would tell one version and then ask me to say it back three times. Each time I said it, Dr. Hartman stuck another star. My hands got sticky with the shine and my chest felt both full and empty.

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“That’s it… eat each other’s pussies. Fuck, I’m so hard watching my stepsister and stepmom like this.” Sarah lifted her head long enough to gasp, “Come closer, Jake. Stroke that big cock for us.” He did, moving right beside the couch. I could see his heavy balls swinging as he jerked himself, precum dripping. The sight made me lick Sarah even harder. We shifted slightly, still in 69 but now rubbing our pussies together too. Sarah pressed her soaked cunt directly against mine—hot, slippery, clit to clit. We tribbed hard, grinding in messy circles, our juices mixing as our pussies kissed and slid together. The friction on my clit was intense, building fast.