Elvira Moore Torres' Hanging Wedgie

“I hope I don’t run into Kady or Cathleen,” said Elvira Moore Torres as she slowly walked her way to class.

The short caramel woman quickly looked left and right as she progressed down the hall. Despite her status as one of the biggest nerds in all of Webb SkyDay University, she was actually very pretty. From her long black hair that reaches down to her mid back, to her massive behind the size of two basketballs, most people would stop and stare at her with admire if it wasn’t for the fact that she was constantly the target of constant harassment from two of the campuses biggest bullies, Kady Thompson and Cathleen Sullivan.

They are always picking on Moore because she is very dorky with the biggest ass in school and she squeals very cutely whenever you pull on her panties.

“Phew!” sighed Moore as she let down her guard as she hadn’t seen either of them for the past six minutes. “All that’s left is to turn the corner and I’ll be to cla-, uff”

Running into something, the caramel beaut turned as she fell falling onto he hands and knees. 

“Well well well, what do we have here,” said whoever stepped around the corner and into Moore’s path.

Terrified, Moore slowly turned back and looked up as she recognized that condescending voice she’s heard all too well.

“Cathleen…,” was all she could whisper as she felt herself unconsciously clench her cheeks. Cathleen was the taller of the two bullies and she was also the stronger and more eager to pull nerd panties.

Tall, as big as an ox, and just as built. Cathleen towered over her favorite nerd, staring down at her with her favorite light blue eyeliner.

“Happy I could bump into you, Tiny Tits, I was afraid that you were avoiding me”

“Tha- That’s not tr- true!” stuttered Moore blushing slightly as she instinctively held up an arm to cover her chest at the all too common comment about her chest size.

“Enough lies, you know what I’m here for!”

“Wait, please, not today! These are my favorite pair, and I also have to get to class! We have a test today!” Moore cries, her pleas falling on deaf as she felt ten strong and eager fingers grip the light green waistband sticking out of her pants.

“They are all your favorites because you only wair the same design,” retorted the athletic brute. As she pulled up with all her might.

“KYAAAA,” screamed the thicker woman as she was hoisted off her feet as two feet of watermelon-themed grannie panties were pulled from their denim prison.

“Ah, nothing makes a better warm-up than flossing your fat ass with your own panties before practice” sighed the muscle head.

As fabric raced through her crack and her tormentor started bouncing her, Morre felt her jeans start to slip down with every bounce.

“This- stupid- belt- won’t- stay- up,” exasperated the wedgied woman with every word as she was temporarily distracted from her daily wedgie.

This distraction was only temporary as she felt her feet touch the ground again with a new wave of pain shot through her ass as her bully stepped on her foot and pulled with all her might. Even as Cathleen used her full strength, no hole appeared in the material and the legholes were only beginning to peek out of her falling pants.

“I don’t have much time to play with you as much as I’d like, so how about today I let you off easy,” started Cathleen.

“Oh thank you, everyone knows you are so nice,” said Moore.

“So I’ll simply be hanging you on the flagpole today without spanking your ass red,”

“Oh fuck me,” Moore grumbled.

“ you wish,” Cathleen retorted.

Even after an hour and a half of dangling 20 feet off the ground, there wasn’t even a single hole in the watermelon design.

“Why do I only buy the durable kind” grumbled the hanging woman.

Suddenly she started lowering before quickly stopping sending more pain into her large ass just as she was starting to get used to the pain. She quickly began descending again before again stopping in her tracks. This repeated a few more times before she finally felt her feet touch solid ground and her panties were unhooked from the pole.

Finally opening her eyes as some of the pain had finally subsided, the first thing Moore saw was a familiar face with a slight smirk standing before her. It was her best friend Nala Fraizer.

“Let me guess, Kady?” asked the smirking woman named Nala.

“Cathleen,” sighed the tired woman “ah, I forgot she stole my pants before she left me up there and left for practice!”. She blushed as she realized that she was standing in public without anything to cover her lower half except for her slightly stretched-out underwear.

“Don’t worry I still have your backup pair of pants in my locker,” chuckled the darker-skinned woman as she turned to go back into the school.

“Did I ever tell you that you are the best?”

“A lot, and besides, what are best friends for? Now let's hurry before we run into Kady,” hurried Nala.

“Too late,” said the voice beside them as they entered the building.

“Fuck,”

The End

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This was my first ever story. Written back in 2022. Boy does time fly, huh?