Three college seniors—Lila, Brooke, and Tara—had the locker room to themselves after the late volleyball practice. All of them were twenty-one, sweaty, and still in their tight spandex shorts. Lila had been mouthing off all week, and Brooke decided it was time to shut her up.
“Get her shorts down,” Brooke ordered, voice low and rough.
Tara grabbed Lila from behind while Brooke hooked her fingers into the waistband of Lila’s cotton panties and yanked. The fabric shot straight up between Lila’s ass cheeks, digging deep into her crack and pulling her pussy lips tight on either side. Lila gasped, the sudden pressure making her clit throb.
“Fuck, that’s a good one,” Brooke growled, giving another hard tug. The panties stretched and bunched, riding so high that Lila’s asshole was exposed. She squirmed, but the burn of the wedgie only made her wetter. Brooke noticed the damp spot spreading on the cotton and laughed.
“Look at that. You fucking love it.” She pulled harder, twisting the fabric so it rubbed directly over Lila’s swollen clit with every jerk. Lila moaned, knees buckling. Tara held her steady, reaching around to squeeze Lila’s tits through her sports bra.
Brooke kept working the wedgie like she was jacking off Lila’s pussy with her own underwear.
Each pull dragged the seam across her entrance, forcing her lips apart. Lila’s juices soaked the cotton until it was translucent. When Brooke finally let go, the panties stayed wedged deep, and Lila’s ass was red from the friction.
“On your knees,” Brooke said. Lila dropped without argument. Brooke shoved her own shorts down, revealing a trimmed bush and already glistening cunt. She grabbed Lila by the hair and pulled her face in. “Eat it while I give you another one.”
Tara took over the wedgie duty from behind, yanking Lila’s panties even higher while Lila’s tongue lapped at Brooke’s slit. Every tug made Lila moan into Brooke’s pussy, the vibrations driving Brooke crazy. Brooke rocked her hips, grinding her clit against Lila’s tongue while Tara worked the fabric like a saw between Lila’s cheeks.
“Deeper,” Brooke ordered. Tara obeyed, twisting the panties into a tight rope and sawing them back and forth. Lila’s asshole clenched around the cotton, her pussy dripping onto the locker-room floor. She sucked Brooke’s clit hard, fingers digging into Brooke’s thighs.
Brooke came first, thighs shaking, flooding Lila’s mouth. She didn’t let Lila up. Instead she pushed her onto all fours and told Tara to sit on her face. Tara stripped her own shorts off and lowered her soaked cunt onto Lila’s mouth. While Lila licked, Brooke grabbed the waistband again and gave Lila the deepest wedgie yet, pulling until the fabric nearly tore and Lila’s pussy was completely split open by it.
Tara rode Lila’s face, grinding down while Brooke finger-fucked Lila from behind, using the wedgied panties as extra friction against her clit. Lila came hard, muffled screams vibrating against Tara’s cunt. Tara followed right after, gushing over Lila’s tongue.
They didn’t stop there. Brooke pulled Lila up, bent her over a bench, and had Tara hold the wedgie in place while Brooke fucked her with three fingers, curling them against her g-spot with every brutal tug on the panties. Lila came again, legs trembling, the humiliation and the stretch and the dirty talk pushing her over the edge.
By the time they finished, Lila’s panties were ruined, stretched out and soaked, still wedged so high they looked like a thong. Brooke finally let them snap back into place with a wet slap. Lila stayed bent over, breathing hard, ass cheeks red and pussy still pulsing.
Brooke leaned down and whispered against her ear, “Next practice we’re doing it again. And this time you’re wearing the smallest thong you own so we can really see everything.”
Lila just nodded, already wet again at the thought.
