Wedgies In Tighty Whities Novels & Stories

Crystal said jokingly, making them laugh their lungs out. “Nickel, tonight we need to really do that paperwork today,” Nick reassured, taking off his clothes. “What time should we meet? 9:00 at my place?” I subtly turned my head to catch their conversation while Nick took off his shirt. Hiding behind my storybook, I stole a glance at his butt as they chatted about ordering pizza. “Nice ass, right?” Jessie said. And now, like flies to honey… I stood, unfrozen by what she was saying, when two young girls walked up to Nick.

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.

Wendy's already ample bust was tightly constrained by the pure white, form-fitting garment, making it appear even more voluptuous and sensual, tempting one to bury their face deep within. The originally dignified black uniform skirt had become a thin, narrow strip of fabric, draped lightly over the girl's front, covering nothing—not even her thighs—directly revealing the white tights she wore. The stockings' tops were edged with white lace, tightly cinching Wendy's plump thighs, leaving faint red marks. This strangulatingly tight sexiness on someone who should embody abstinence inevitably made any man want to viciously tear the stockings from her legs. And yet her face remained pure and beau

"Are you going to pick out something for me to wear?" "Mmm," she said. "Maybe." Walking over to his dresser she grabbed a pair of tighty whiteys and held them up giggling. "Just kidding," she said, and tossed them back in. She opted for a pair of gray boxer-briefs. They were snug over his package and buttocks, leaving nothing to the imagination. She smiled as he put them on and then rushed over for a quick smooch.

I tried phoning Greg more but still couldn't reach him. "Where did you go, Greg…" I got so tensed, moving restlessly around the spot. "Let's check the dressing room, perhaps?" Simon suggested. I just started running there. "Greg… Greg…" I screamed, pushing the door open. The doorknob turned simply, meaning someone was inside. It was cold, dark, and blurry. I tapped on the walls until I got the light switch. Greg had crumpled on the floor in tears. The team jersey with his number seven on it. His trainee bag. Photos that held the memories he had created there. His brown hair scattered and soaked in his tears.

His chest rose and fell in a deeper, more controlled rhythm beneath me, but his expression stayed focused entirely on my face. He reached up, his thumb surprisingly gentle as he brushed a stray tear from my cheek, trying to calm me down. "He... he said I was too tight," I whispered, looking right into his eyes. "He said every time he tried to push inside me, I just tense up and ruin the mood. But don't men like tight p*ssies? I don't know what's wrong with me." His hand froze against my cheek for a split second, his eyes widening slightly at the raw bluntness of my words. He let out a breath through his nose, clearly trying to maintain his composure.

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I was sitting on the couch watching my favorite program on television. Whitney came up from her room in a tight pink tube short dress that barely covered her big ass. Her big breasts were bouncing out as she walked. She came over and started to clean around, picking some toys on the floor. "What a Fuck!" I clearly saw her amazing cleavage and her pussy which was not covered. When she bent over picking the toys on the floor She had no pants at all. " This girl has guts, she's suppuer hot and fucking horny!" I told myself.

Sharon watched Davis watching and tightened her hand on E than defensively, warning him. Davis turned aside, trying to push the thought away. It couldn't be. could it ?