As Lindsay glances around, she notices the evidence of previous trespassers. A chandelier decorated with various waistbands, ranging from the colorful to the plain. A large wardrobe slightly open, beautifully designed with masterful craftsmanship, displaying torn underwear. Some of them thongs, g-strings, and bikini-cut, while others were noticeably granny panties, boyshorts, and hiphuggers. A warm tendril of arousal runs down her body at the thought of her own turn arriving quickly.
Due to Claire remaining distracted by tugging out the fabric of her rainbow-covered panties from her ass and Lindsay looking around the large foyer, neither of them immediately notice as you stealthily lift the rear of Lindsay's shirt and get your first look at her black waistband, peeking out from behind her white leggings. Wasting little time, you launch Lindsay's undies deep into her ass, forcing the fabric to reach her shoulders. She squeals in shock as her dark purple panties split her cheeks, the word "Juicy" stretching obscenely across the garment's rear. Glancing back at her girlfriend, Claire watches in amusement and arousal as Lindsay's ass gets flossed.
As you yank and jerk her panties, forcing Lindsay onto her toes, an idea come to mind. Swiftly, you rocket the front of her panties up, sending the waistband to her breasts. Then, you jerk the front and back of Lindsay's undies, giving her a squeaky-clean wedgie while she shrieks and moans.
“My pussy!” Lindsay squealed, her thighs clapping together as her panties delved back and forth through her sensitive lips and crack. Her hands desperately gripping the underwear, unable to prevent the ghostly wedgie.
Claire cheered, having turned and shifted onto her knees so she could have a better view of the phantom flossing. Her white undergarments were noticeably stretched from their original size, but no longer wedged between her cheeks.
“Finish her off, Ghostie!” Claire laughed, spying some wet trails slowly spreading down Lindsay’s thighs. “Make it an atomic!”
With a smile, you do just that. First taking the front of Lindsay’s purple undies and tugging them higher and higher, until they easily hook on the back of her head. Then, you do the same with the rear of her panties, yanking them until the fabric neatly hooks onto Lindsay’s chin. As a coup-de-grace, you decide to yank down her leggings, revealing how the damp fabric splits her snatch and cleaves through her behind. Claire lets out a low whistle at the sight, while Lindsay falls to her knees, cupping her pussy.
'Certainly,' You thought, gazing at the two women consideringly. 'They’re both intruders, yet their inclination and appreciation do make me more interested in keeping them. Perhaps as more constant entertainment within an upstairs chamber, rather than with the trophies below?' Another idea forms in your mind as Claire stands, stepping out of her jean shorts and approaching Lindsay.
“Let me see.” Claire says, crouching down as she gently pries Lindsay’s hands away from her lower lips, putting her arousal on display.
The purple panties are wedged deep between her lips, darkening as they soak up the nectar from her dripping pussy. Cradled between her hefty cheeks, the fabric is nearly fused to her asshole, difficult to pull away far enough to see the small pucker. Lindsay lets out a few weak moans at Claire’s prodding.
“Looks like Ghostie got you good, Lindsay.” She teased, applying a gentle rubbing motion along her girlfriend’s ass. As Lindsay let out a muffled reply, Claire felt the fabric of her panties begin to rise once more.
“Is the big, bad ghost gonna give my fat, nerdy butt another wedgie?” Claire teased, spreading her thighs to let her undies sink deeper into her supple behind. The wedgie felt different, however, the ghost was pulling much slower than the previous times.
With your ghostly powers, you unraveled Claire’s shorts, pairing the threads together to turn them into ropes. With another extension of your power, you angled Lindsay’s hips up and spread her cheeks, causing her to shift onto her hands and knees. Then, you slowly pushed Claire’s face towards Lindsay’s wedgied ass. Realizing what you were doing, a smile grew across Claire’s face, before she willingly pressed her lips to Lindsay’s pussy, her nose by Lindsay’s ass.
With a grin of your own, you manipulated your power to use a denim rope to bind Lindsay’s thighs to Claire’s chest, tying them together. As Claire let out pleased sounds, Lindsay’s noises were more confused and aroused as the reverberations teased her lips. Now, the real fun could begin. Taking hold of Claire’s panties, which had been pulled to her mid-back, you hauled them over her head in one smooth pull. With how Claire’s eyes crossed and Lindsay squeaked, it appeared Claire inadvertently decided to give Lindsay some tongue.
As you took the legholes of Claire’s undies and pulled them further into her ass, you brought another of the ropes over to strike at her cheeks. With every hit, she shrieked, squeaked, or gasped, causing you to pull harder on her panties and expend some of your power to prevent them from tearing too early. Using more of the rope, you bound Claire’s thighs to her calves, her forearms behind her back, then connected her thighs to her forearms, preventing her from closing her legs. Claire moaned as you continued to pull her rainbow-covered panties, creating a pile of fabric behind you both. The front of Claire’s undies looked more akin to a micro thong than the granny panties they once were with how they seemed almost fused to her pussy and ass.
Pausing for a moment, you looked over your handiwork. At how Lindsay was writhing and whimpering in her double atomic as Claire moaned against her girlfriend’s pussy, the occasional sounds of her lapping at the folds reaching your ears. Claire was neatly tied up with her panties so burrowed into her abused butt, that even you would have some difficulty retrieving them. You see how Claire’s mound has been dripping with ecstasy, a small puddle between her legs, whether from the wedgie, the spanks, or from tasting Lindsay, you couldn’t say.