Wedgie-Self

~~~This story got rejected 4 times, because the paragraphs were too long and because they thought I was advertising for sites I'd mentioned. I prefer real-world stories that other members of the wedgie fetish community can relate to, and apparently I can't do that. The story isn't the same since all these "revisions" but I hope you can find some enjoyment nonetheless.~~~~~~

"God," Sam thought to herself for the hundredth time, "I really fucking miss the old wedgiegirls site."

Trolling the web again and again seemed only to yield cheap imitations or sites that went down as soon as they went up. Now at 23 it seemed she was growing too old for the fetish; the only videos of people her age required $8 for 5 minutes of painfully fake squeals, embarrassing "set-ups," and photographers who couldn't keep themselves out of the action. "If you're going to make a wedgie video, what is so hard to understand about what we the buyers are looking for?"

Exasperated, she knew the videos with the most hits were always self-wedgies. What's more erotic than someone openly admitting their fetish and watching them arouse themselves in the same way you have/wish you could? Occasionally in the "surprise" or "dare" videos a attractive girl would get a particularly revealing wedgie and of course they always piled up the hits as well. "Heaven forbid someone actually make a video of giving themselves a wedgie to orgasm, even if it took a vibrator at the very end to get it done" she thought to herself wistfully.

Wedgielegend. Now THERE was a name that spoke truth. She (or was it he?) was the mastermind behind the wedgiegirls movement and it's possible she'd even been caught on film giving herself a hanging wedgie while a male videotaped her. She was in her late teens/early 20s, wearing 2 pairs of underwear, blue jeans, and it was a sunny fall day when she lowered herself off that tree branch and felt the full impact of her weight sink the cotton panties into her crotch. Sam could only imagine the cheek-splitting pain of a true hanging wedgie and the unrestrainable moistening that would come from doing it in front of the guy running the video camera. "Maybe he was the wedgie legend" Sam wondered "because we found out the best stories on the site came from an author named Bruce."

"Enough." She harrumphed out loud and shot her hands deep into her crotch. She gave her frontal region a vigorous rub and knew she was aching for some naughty action. Glancing at the yellow panties she was wearing and satisfied they were up to the task, she locked the door and flopped herself face first on her bed still fully clothed. Face buried into the pillow she reached her hands back and began pulling her waistband from behind her jeans slowly up her back. "Oh god" she (almost) whimpered "I do love this."

The cotton panties slid smoothly up her butt cheeks and nestled gently between them, then she tugged lightly to create her favorite humping/pulling motion. There was no doubt she preferred the pumping pressure to steady pain, but that didn't mean she was turned on any less by a good hanging. Hands behind her back Sam moaned into her pillow and thrust her butt back against the tug of the wedgie with each pull. Satisfied they were fully in and feeling the fabric tight against her butthole she flipped over and looked guiltily at the door. She always wondered if she would have the guts to do this in front of a boyfriend, or to make a video to send or post online.

Feeling younger and naughtier she pulled up on the sides of her waistband exposing the legholes and began pulling her shirt through them. "Mmmm, I'm so bad" she said softly to her self. The embarrassing look of having her underwear up over her shirt caused a flood of moisture to hit her intimate parts the heat caused her cheeks to flush. Unable to take it any more she grabbed the front of the panties and pulled them up hard, grinding the fabric into her pussy and forcing it tight against her clit. The humping, now uncontrollable, thrust her pelvis into the wedgie and she got even hotter trying to bring the panties up to her mouth so she could hold them with her teeth. Grunting and straining her neck she finally got the waistband in and at the feel of the dry fabric between her teeth she shuddered and looked down and what an embarassing slut she was.

Unable to stop herself she slid off her jeans keeping the panties in her mouth and her pale flesh trembled as she looked at herself. She rolled to the side and used one hand to pull at the back again, foregoing the waistband and gripping her fingers right through the legholes. The pressure against her hole was irresistible and she dove her free hand down to her crotch and began rubbing vigorously. Eyes closed she moaned and moaned and could feel the rush of orgasm beginning to overtake her. She strained as hard as she could against the fabric and finally the feelings hit her like a tidal wave; she was washed away in the rolling orgasm convulsing and scissoring her legs together. Finally she caught her breath, letting go of the panties in her mouth and they snapped down to her belly button. Loath to move, she pulled a blanket over herself and lay there imagining, the panties still buried inside her.

"Someday," she thought to herself. "Someday I'll find someone who likes this as much as me." She slowly picked her wedgie, relishing the feeling of the panties popping out from their intimate crevices. She lay there, eyes closed, and finally the warmth of the blanket and fatigue from her orgasm took over and she drifted off to sleep.