Mind-Control step-in

Story Ten : Cutie 's Hot Ass

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

bank note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure was running off the gamy of its hold out mind-control outing. It still enjoyed the bombination from the end little girl who wore one of its panty. She 'd been transformed. So had been all those around the girl. The effect had rippled out, touching the lives of everyone who came near her. That was n't uncommon with one of its pairs of panty, but this essence was delicious. It had enjoyed watching the transformation.

But now it was concerned in a new transformation.

The figure moved through the near-empty residence hall of the college with these. The figure was nondescript. Unremarkable. It clearly did n't belong in this place of breeding, but no one gave it a second glance. The mist made it unremarkable. Though unseen, the miasmal magic trick was there.

The same illusion that wreathed the panties it made.

The figure smiled as it entered Mr. Harrison 's classroom. Its eyes glanced around the elbow room, crapulence in the sight. Rows of neat desks. Posters hung on the wall talking about the prof 's guinea pig : story. One held a flow sheet showing the phylogeny of the Roman land, another had bullet full stop of the major issue a universe War I. The figure stopped at one desk. Right up front, center of the row. The image shuddered, knowing Zelda would sit her. She was the pure little girl for this pair of panty. The satin, bronze panty were made for her. The public figure carefully draped the panties across the desk, stroking the silver letters across the seat.

Cute Tush.

The figure smiled, eager for its newest creation to be donned. Eager for the thrill of mind-controlling another deathly girlfriend who put them on.

The figure of speech swept down the rows of desks, navigating between them on the way to the door. Just as it was about to reach the threshold, it opened. As usual, Zelda James Earl Carter Jr. had arrived early for her first base class. She was the case of young lady who liked to be on time. Proper. She wore a garden pink, cashmere sweater, long sleeves and gamy necks, and a skirt that fell past her knees, pink legging peeking out.

"wellspring, hi,"she said by routine, her optic almost losing over as they glanced at the figure.

In her mind, the figure was goose egg Thomas More than a janitor. A custodian that had every right wing to be in the classroom. She stepped aside, the figure sweeping out, soon to have vanished entirely from the mortal universe.

Not that Zelda knew. Or cared.

She was bore to learn from her dearie professor. History was a delightful subject to her. She loved uncovering the past. Learning about all the foibles that others had made. It was why, though she was twenty, she still had her virginity. She 'd take the score about the girls who 'd given up their cherries Young, surrendering to the bestial lustfulness of their beau or to their own animal desires.

Those girls were invariably unsatisfied.

She wanted her first time to be perfect. With a boy that she knew she loved. She had a boyfriend, but she was n't sure enough Nathan was the one. She hoped he was. She knew that if he was patient with her, waited for her to be gear up, he would be.

These ideas all skittered through her mind as she approached her desk, sentiment dancing to and fro as she thought about early thing. She made sure she had all her preparation done, cataloging all the grant she 'd been given. She was about to sit down at her desk when she noticed what lay on top of it.

She gasped in electric shock. She picked up the panties, feeling a tingle running through her."Where did you come from ?"

She did n't even remember the build at all. Forgetting it, she could n't make any connection with it and how these panty had found themselves here. The fabric was a satiny silk, so different from the cotton panties she wore. A naughty delight rippled through her, her butt-cheeks tingling.

What would you find like on my rump ? danced through her mentation as she read those two words.

The door to the schoolroom creaked open.

Gasping, panicking at being caught holding a twosome of pantie, she shoved them into her skirt pouch, balling them deep. She whirled around to see Mr. Harrison enter. He was a tall, dark-haired man with brown oculus and a goatee.

"commodity daybreak, Zelda,"he said, giving her a grinning."You make me look bad. I should get here before you."

She just smiled at him, already forgetting about the panties in her scoop."Sorry, I 'm just so tidal bore to watch about the fall of Stamboul today. Are we going to cover it ?"

"The decimal point in fourth dimension were cannons defeated the cracking medieval defenses ever erected,"he said."The day that curtain walls became obsolete."

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Zelda carter

I had no idea why I was putting on these scanty. I shuddered as I stepped into the satin, sleek underclothing. A tingle raced up my legs as I dragged them up my calves. These were the step-in I found yesterday when I arrived at my chronicle stratum. I did n't know why anyone would leave them behind. What daughter would do that ? I should n't own put them in my scoop.

And I definitely should n't be pulling them up my thighs, but ...

I was just so curious to see what they would feel like. I always bought plain, boring panties. I never wore the riskier stuff, always telling myself that I was n't gear up to recede my virginity When I was, then I would buy a yoke of lacy underwear. Maybe even a flip-flop.

Until I was ready to present what I was wearing underneath my skirt to my boyfriend, what was the point of wearing anything else ?

I shuddered, biting my lip and whimpering. The panties felt so bland against my thighs. A hot itch formed in my kitty-cat as I pulled the waistband up over my rump. I groaned at the sleek flavor of the textile. It cupped across my rump, covering every inch of my butt-cheeks. It almost hugged them, gripping them like a duo of hands. I shuddered, wiggling my rump.

Did I have a cute tush ?

I blushed at that sentiment, my head shaking. My black pigtails danced around my expression. My piffling tit jiggled. I snagged my champaign, white bra and pulled it on as I struggled to get used to this new duet of panties.

They made my sputter feel so wind up. Especially across my rump. Everywhere they touched me felt alive. Electrified. I licked my sass, wondering if I should take them off. I felt so naughty. My pink tit were hard, I was starting to get wet. Like when Nathan kissed me.

I decided to forget them on. I 'd already donned them, and they did feel kind of nice, even if they made me feel like I was a fiddling bit of a pervy fille. My cheeks were burning as I put on the eternal sleep of my wearing apparel. I pulled on a over-embellished sweater, loving the blurry feel of it on my skin. It did n't make me feel naughty.

Not like these panties.

Then I grabbed a black skirt. I stepped into it, pulling it up my legs. It was a long one, I did n't require to wear tights today with this pair. I like wearing skirts. They were so refined. It made me feel so womanly. I knew lots of young woman like wearing jeans or pants because they were well-to-do, but boys wore those, too.

I wanted to be feminine.

I zipped up my bird and then frowned at my thoughtfulness in the mirror. I turned, staring at my face profile. Did this skirt make my can looking at squeamish ? Did I have a cute bottom ? It was hard to say. The fall of the skirt did n't quite cup my rear like the panties did. I bit my lip, worrying about my rear 's appearance.

Why ?

It was n't like me to be concerned about what I looked like. I mean, I put on makeup, I combed my hair's-breadth and wore clean apparel, but I was n't worried about how my figure looked to others. But ... I bit my modest lip, thinking my stern did n't face cute at all in the skirt. It bothered me for some reason.

Why ?

That thought echoed through my idea. Why did I care so much ? I rubbed my hands on my skirt as I headed down the steps. All my way to my college, all I could think about was how others saw me. Did they look at me and imagine,"That girlfriend does n't have a outstanding ass. I mean, look at what she 's wearing. If she had a cute arse, why would n't she be showing it off ? Instead, it 's like she 's trying to hide it ?"

That thought really bugged me. It had to be just my imagination. My skirt did n't score my rump aspect unflattering. rightfield ? I needed an opinion.

I smiled when I saw my swain, Nathan. He was waiting for me out movement of the building, leaning against the brick wall. He was a marvellous guy with blond whisker and patrician optic. He grinned as he pushed off from the wall."Hey, cutie, how you doing ?"

"You ask that like we were n't texting the entire way to shoal,"I told him."You know I 'm fine."

"Yeah, and ? I just wanted to ask you,"he said, his arm sliding around my shank. He gave me a fast kiss on the rim. I could experience his workforce on my let down back. Why did n't they slide lower and cup my keister ? Did n't he think I had a precious ass ? It made me squirm.

"Nathan ... ?"I said, my interpreter tight.

"Yeah, Zelda ?"he asked, staring at me.

I broke away from him and turned around, twisting my body to stare at back at him over my shoulder joint. My dark pigtails swept off my berm as I did."Does this skirt make my ass flavour in force ?"

He stared at them and frowned."Well, yeah, I guess it 's fine,"he said."I mean, you 're always wearing skirts. And that 's the substantially your ass is going to look in them. Maybe you could wear blind drunk dame. Or jeans."

Jeans ...

The thought of wearing those wormed through my mind.

"I mean, I still like your ass,"he said."It 's cute."

"But not cunning enough,"I muttered.

"Geez,"he groaned."I did n't imply to make you feel self-conscious. You 're gorgeous, Zelda. I love you just the way you are."

It was a nice thought, but I really, really precious people to hump I had a cunning tush. The satiny panties I wore tingled around my ass, gripping my butt. For a moment, I wanted to just snarf up my skirt and ask what he thought of my ass cupped in that gamy satin. My face burned at the idea even as my snatch grew so hot.

"So you do n't postulate to do anything dissimilar,"he said."I like you just the way you are."

I wanted that to be enough, but ...

I was the first person to enter Mr. Harrison 's class. I liked getting there early, tidal bore to acquire. My fellow shared my story class, but he always refused to go in early with me. He always broke off to go hang out with his Friend for a couple of minutes before classes started. Yesterday 's moral on the fall of Constantinople was amazing. Today we were going to peach about how Sultan Mehmed II set up the rear of his empire in the new city, changing Constantinople to Istanbul.

When Mr. Harrison walked in, I almost asked him what his feeling was on my ass. That would be totally inappropriate. He was my professor.

I squirmed all through year, feeling the satin hold of the panties hugging my stern. They itched, compelling me to ask Mr. Harrison that question.

Instead, I asked terry when class was over. He was a tall, Black guy who sat in the back. He had his hair buzzed short and a soul patch on his chin. I walked up to him, ignoring the curious look from Nathan.

"Terry ?"I asked, turning my dead body to show off my side profile."Does this wench make my ass depend cute ?"

Nathan 's jaw dropped. I noticed him spluttering out of the corner of my eye.

Dame Ellen Terry paused, his eyes flicking me up and down. I noticed his thirst inspiration in those dreary depths. His oculus brimmed with this Passion that sent a yucky tingle through me. My butt-cheeks clenched as my panties seemed to almost electrify my tush. I turned more, giving the Black guy a full-on look at my ass. He studied it, a smile growing on his lips.

"fountainhead, it looks fine,"he said."It 's really hard to say more, though. Your skirt does n't really underline your rump."

"I know,"I said."That 's what I was afraid of. Do you call back I should break different apparel to show my ass off better ?"

"Oh, definitely,"he said."There 's nothing like a E. B. White girl with a Nice ass."He reached out and squeeze it, bringing a gasp from Nathan 's backtalk."Yeah, you got potential. I have to see it in something better to know fo'sure."

My face burned as I nodded."Thanks, Terry,"I said. I turned around and darted over to my fellow."Terry thinks I should wear something better. Maybe I should buy some jeans after classes are over ?"

"He ... He ..."Nathan 's cheeks went red."He grabbed your butt."

"Yeah. He was just inspecting it."I said."He had to know if I had any potential. Are you jealous ?"I grinned and took his arm. I rubbed my buttock against his shoulder."That 's cute. You know you have nothing to vex about. When I 'm ready, you 're going to be my first."

My Virgin pussy itched. I did n't think it 'll be too long until I was set, but I never knew. The sentence had to be perfect.

"Well, I guess,"he said.

I asked other guys about their opinion throughout the day. The consensus was unanimous : my skirt just did not show off my tush to its fullest. They kept saying words like"fine"or"okay"or even"meh."I needed to do in force than meh ! I knew my cigaret was cute. Hot. I needed to read it off. I had to buy new jeans.

"I ca n't go to your place and bailiwick with you,"I told Nathan after classes were over."I have to go shopping. Unless you want to descend with me."

"Well,"he said, rubbing at the back of his neck. He did n't seem enthusiastic."I guess I can come. But, I mean, you do n't have to commute your look. You know that, right ? You 're OK the way you are."

"I guess,"I said. He should be more supportive."Maybe terry would like to total with me and give his advice."

Nathan blinked."What ?"

"I 'll see you later, Nathan,"I said, planting a kiss on his impertinence."Terry seems to be a much better evaluator on a white lady friend 's ass. He 'll be perfect."

I left Nathan behind, confused why he would be spluttering. What was wrongly with getting some advice from an expert ? I found Terry, and the Black guy was more than happy to go shopping with me."Fo'sure I want to see you try on some jeans."

I beamed at him.

He drove me to the mall, grinning the entire time. I kept squirming in the passenger stern, my ass tingling from the silky panties that gripped it. I was so excited about this. I knew my rump would look impressive in my new jean.

Terry would help me blame out the advantageously pair to show off my precious bum to its fullest.

I strolled into the mall with Terry, my heart beating with inflammation. We did n't go to my usual turn back plaza, the department depot, but to one of the trendy fund. I smiled when I saw the denim on display on the model in the exhibit window. They were so tight. They had fiddling hearts drawn in pink spangles on the rear pockets.

I tingled, just knowing these would be perfect.

Of row, I grabbed the pair with the gist, plus a few more brace of penny-pinching denim. I buzzed with excitation as I headed into the changing room. In there, I stripped out of my boring skirt, pausing for a moment to admire how my ass looked in the bronze panty. The silver letters were backward in the mirror, but I knew what they spelled.

I had what they said.

I grabbed the dyad of denim with the hearts on the back sac, trembling in excitement. I stepped my legs into the pair, shuddering as I drew the trouser up. I, of course, owned some jeans, mainly for doing outdoor stuff and nonsense. None were like these. My new blue jean were stretchy. Not like any dungaree I 'd worn. I shuddered as I pulled them gamey and higher up my legs, feeling the material molding to my cutis. I wiggled my hips as I pulled them over my rump. As I fastened them up, I glanced in the mirror.

They definitely showed off my ass. This was so a good deal estimable than the tire wench draping over my fanny. I smiled and threw open the door to the changing room. Terry grinned as I stepped out, his oculus flicking up and down.

"Come on girl, show me that booty. Let me see how near it looks."

I turned around, wiggling my hips.

"Damn, miss, hold back shaking. Let me drink in the mint of you."

"Sorry, I 'm just so excited,"I said. I pulled out my telephone and started texting Nathan. Just trying on the new jeans. Waiting to find out what terry cloth has to say about them.

I hit send.

I gasped as Terry 's enceinte manpower cupped both my butt-cheeks. He squeezed and kneaded my tush, his fingers digging into the denim. I shuddered, the heat building in my pussycat. A spicy shudder rippled across my rear as his fingerbreadth massaged me.

You really went shopping with him ? Nathan sent back.

Yes, I replied. He 's inspecting the jeans I 'm trying on rightfield now. I 'm waiting for his approval.

"Who you texting, girl ?"terry asked, his flip massaging my butt-cheeks. He almost rubbed at the crack.

"Just my fellow,"I said, my entire body feeling awake right field now. The way Terry was touching me had to mean my ass was cunning."What do you recollect ? He 's waiting to notice out."

"shit, why did n't you induce your boyfriend do this ?"Terry said.

"well, you are an expert on White young lady 's asses."

He chuckled."Fo'sure. And you got a large feeling ass. Nice and curvy. Peachy. I like it. Definitely cute."

I quickly sent to Nathan, He thinks my ass is precious ! Is n't that exciting ?

You do n't look me to be excited that some other guy 's groping your ass right now, Nathan sent back.

Do n't be covetous, I texted. He 's just wring my ass. It 's not like he 's touching my bosom or anything. I giggled and said to Terry"He 's getting a fiddling jealous."

"Fo'sure,"Terry said. He gave my ass one concluding squeeze. Then he pulled his mitt away. I missed his inspection already."You honorable go try on those early dungaree. Just to see how they fit."

I tried on the former two pairs of blue jean. Terry gave a thoroughgoing interrogation of each. I groaned, my purulent feeling so juicy. I bit my lip and whimpered as his fingers kneaded my buns. He pushed the denim a trivial bit into my butt-crack, trying to strain in there, but just not being capable to. rut flowed through me. My pap ached.

If I had a date with Nathan tonight, I might be convinced to let him do more than osculate me.

lather broke across my brow during the concluding review. I felt like terry cloth was taking forever to approve them, massaging my rear.

"Definitely the inaugural twain,"he said."Those hearts really set off your butt-cheeks. I just had to be thorough."

"Of line,"I said, smiling at him.

Terry followed me into the changing room. I blinked at that but did n't say anything as I unzipped my jean. I turned away from him as I pushed the jeans down my hips. When I bent over to get them past my knees, thrust my ass out at him. He groaned as he saw my pantie.

"Now, girlfriend, that 's a nice looking ass. disgrace you ca n't wear these to class."

I giggled."Yep, that 's a shame."

I worked the denim down my legs, sliding them off. I felt Terry looking at me. I groaned as his hands grabbed my ass. finger's breadth dipped into my butt-crack, pressing the satin material into my private parts. I gasped as he found my motherfucker. He touched my anatomical sphincter, rubbing it through the satin."shit, you really got a OK ass, girlfriend. Damn okay ass."

"You better hold on going lower,"I whimpered."You 're almost about to venture into places not even my boyfriend 's touched."

"right field, right,"he said pulling his manpower away."Do n't need to poach on Nathan 's girl."He said my boyfriend 's public figure with derision."I mean, I 'm here, and he 's not."

"Because you 're an expert on White girlfriend piece of ass. Otherwise, he 'd be here."I smiled at Terry."He is a great boyfriend."

I really, really did n't want to put back on the skirt, but I had to walk out of here wearing something. I ended up buying a dyad of pairs of the ones with middle on them. Well, they had a multifariousness of them. There was one with stars, another with a four-leaf shamrock, and one with kissing lips. All in all, I bought four pairs of jeans.

It was all I could afford.

Terry drove me home. There, I raced upstairs, texting Nathan all about it. I promised that he would love what I looked like when he saw me tomorrow. He would be blown away by what an amazing ass I had. He could even touch it. After all, I let Terry grope my ass. No reason I could n't let my boyfriend do the Saame even if the opinion made me blush.

That nighttime, I felt so itchy, I had to wank. I did n't do it every day, but tonight I rubbed my pussy feverishly. I even did something I 'd never done before. I reached my left hand beneath my rump and slither my digits into my butt-crack.

I found my asshole.

I groaned when I sank my middle finger into my bowels. I felt so arch. So wanton. I pumped it in and out of me while I rubbed my Virgo the Virgin chassis. I came so grueling, my anal sheath writhing around my figure, my succus flooding my digit. I shuddered, imagining such naughty matter.

Things thicker than my figure penetrating back there.

I panted after I came down from my orgasm, feeling sleep pulling down at me. I rolled over, sniffing at my finger. The scent was n't bad. A acidify, down-to-earth flavor. I popped it into my mouth and sucked the savor of my ass all off my digit, and fell into sleep.

I had to wear the panties the future day.

Normally, I would n't do that, but they just felt so awe-inspiring. I slipped them on maiden, that tingle racing through me. My SOB clenched, remembering my fingerbreadth. Naughty thoughts danced in my chief as I pulled on my jean next. I went with a duo decorated with Black Maria.

They were just the cutest.

I wiggled the jean up my legs, the stretchable material clinging to me. They showed off my great thighs and cute calfskin as well as a Delicious tush. I tugged the stretchable material over my rump, feeling it gripping my butt-cheeks. It was almost as compressed as my panties.

If I could wear something that hugged my ass like my pair of scanty and still go to college in them, I 'd tire them.

Nathan was pacing out front line of the college when I arrived. I called his gens. He gave me this concerned expression. I smiled at him and darted up. I stopped before him, saying,"Well ?"I turned, letting him get a flavor at my butt."What do you cogitate ?"

"wellspring, those are ..."He swallowed."I mean, you look great, but you went—"

"You think my ass is bully !"I squealed."Please, tell me how cute I look."I bent over more, thrusting my ass out at him."I need to know."

"Well, yeah, your ass looks great in it, that 's not the—"

I squealed again."I 'm so happy you like my ass in this."I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek."Oh, Nathan, you 're such a terrific boyfriend."

"Nice ass,"said a guy as he walked by. I gasped as he gave my rump a wring."darn, nice ass."

I beamed.

"pity you 're in those jeans. Be nice to see all the curves."

Just like that, my excitement vanished.

"He just squeezed your ass,"Nathan fumed."Hey, that 's my girlfriend !"

I shrugged and headed inside, dazed.

I swayed. blue jean were n't enough to show off my ass. What could I do about that ? I could n't just go around in panties. I had to fatigue something. Right ?

For once, I was n't the inaugural to Mr. George Harrison 's class. I was in such a fog as I wandered down the hallway, struggling to cipher out what to do. What could I possibly outwear ? Tights ? Those were n't tight enough. They might hug my fundament, but they were thick-skulled and warm. Yoga pant ?

Those were pretty clingy.

Was there anything better ?

There were nylons, but that was like wearing panties. I need something I can actually wear in world. That would express off my tail perfectly. Nathan was arguing in the background, shouting at the guy who grabbed my ass while I just kept drifting. Was there anything I could wear ?

"You look like you 're in a fog,"a rumble voice said.

I blinked and looked up to see terry cloth. The ignominious guy grinned at me."I thought you 'd be looking glad. I mean, that ass looks pretty sound in those jeans."

"Pretty skillful is n't ripe enough,"I said."I need something better. You 've seen what my ass looks like in those panties."

"Fo'sure, I did. It was a damn fine ass. perfect. You really need to evidence it off better."

"I know,"I said."Do you have any mind ?"

He shrugged."I know, try jeggings. There like pantyhose but they look like blue jean. masses sometimes can get away with wearing them in public. They 'll fit your ass like nylons, but, you know, they look like denim."

"Jeggings,"I said, my imagination on fire.

Terry 's paw slid around my waist to seize my ass. He pulled me close to him. Both his paw were now on my rump. He squeezed and kneaded my ass, his digit sliding up and down the crinkle that followed my butt-crack. If the denim was n't so thick, he could get his fingerbreadth in there like he had with my panty the day before. He could razz my cocksucker. I felt something grueling poking me in the tummy. I stared up at him as a wave of passion washed out of my pussy.

"I 'm going to do it. I want to buy jeggings. Tomorrow ... Tomorrow my ass will be perfect."

"Well, that will be nice, but it 's a pity you ca n't go around naked."

I giggled, this revolting tingle rippling out of my ass."I ca n't do that. Even if I do take in a cute tush."

"Still, damn ignominy that you—"

"Hey !"Nathan shouted."That 's my girl 's ass you 're groping !"

"It 's all poise, man,"terry cloth said, giving my tail end a final squeeze."Just inspecting her fine bottom. Nothing wrong with that."

I turned around and smiled at my boyfriend."right hand, nothing wrong with that. seem, Nathan, you can grab my ass. Just put your hands over my tail end and squeezing. You can see how nice it is."

"I ca n't grope your ass in the eye of the hallway,"Nathan muttered, cheeks red."And you should n't be letting other guys do it.

"Are you kidding jealous ?"I asked, shaking my psyche. I pulled away from Terry and that hard bulge in his jeans. I went to Nathan, taking his bridge player. I gave him such a happy smile."I 'm your girl. Okay ?"

Terry 's hand found his way to my ass again. He squeezed me as I smiled at my boyfriend. A puckish tingle ran through me, an electrifying chill that spread from my panties. My pussy clenched. The black guy knew how to adjoin my ass. He was a sea captain at it.

"He 's doing it again,"Nathan muttered.

I rolled my oculus. I rose on my tiptoes and planted a quick candy kiss on his lips."You 're my fellow. okay ? Terry 's just a friend."

"That 's all I am, okay ?"Terry asked."We cool, man ?"He squeezed my bum."Be happy that your girlfriend 's got such a finely ass."Dame Ellen Terry pulled his hand away and then he smacked my rump.

I giggled.

terrycloth sauntered into the classroom."I want to go buy some jeggings after classes are finished, and then you 'll see just how amazing my ass really is."

"What are jeggings ?"Nathan asked, still staring at me like he was a little mad.

"Something amazing,"I said, taking his arm and pressing against him."seminal fluid on, Mr. President Harrison 's class is about to startle. He 's going to be talking about how the pouf used the Mamluk slaves to administrate their empire. Is n't that weird ? Slaves."

We headed in the classroom while my imagination was on fire with the possibleness of jeggings.

They were all I could think about. I googled them between breaks, staring at pictures of these thin, tight, stretchable textile hugging girl 's fucking. They were n't wearing scanty, so the material slipped into their butt-cracks. It was like they were naked, but they were n't. Because they look like they were blue jean, people would n't realize you were wearing practically nylons. They were so spicy. I searched where to buy them and smiled when I saw I could get them at the same place I bought my blue jean. I quivered with excitement.

After classes were over, Dame Alice Ellen Terry, of row, was more than happy to drive me to the mall.

"You 're going with him again ?"Nathan whined as I headed to Terry 's car. My boyfriend was trailing after us, looking so desultory for some reason.

"You need to study for your maths mental test,"I told him."You need to keep up your course. Terry will make sure I get to the mall and back. He 's a really good friend."

"A Friend that has his hand on your ass,"Nathan muttered.

Terry did have his helping hand on my ass. He squeezed and fondled it every fortune he could.

"What 's so wrong with that ?"I asked."Did n't you like squeezing my ass after Mr. Harrison 's class ? I even kissed you while you did it. Do you see me kissing terry ?"

"No."

"See, just something Friend do,"Dame Ellen Terry said."Especially when that friend 's got a fine ass."

I giggled.

"I 'd let you get along,"Terry continued,"but my backseat 's full-of-the-moon of junk. No way for you."

"Sorry, Nathan,"I said."I 'll text you when I got the jeggings. Love you."

Then I was stepping into Terry 's car. There were couple of shirts in the back, cattle farm out over the full derriere. I guess they could n't be moved so Nathan could sit back there. Terry slipped into the device driver seat and we were off.

I was so excited to buy the jeggings. The minute we arrived at the mall, I burst out of the car and left Terry behind. I missed his helping hand rubbing my ass, but I was so emotional. I was practically running by the sentence I was inside the mall. I reached the wear storage, darting in, my oculus scanning.

I gasped when I saw them. They were sold with the nylons and came in the same nut stockings did. They had them in dark-blue and stonewash and light-blue and even pink. I scooped them up in my hands, juggling them, when terrycloth walked in.

"shucks, fille, you 're just eagre for it."

I smiled at him.

"You want to try them on ?"he asked.

I rolled my center."You do n't try on nylons. They 're stretchy. They 'll fit."

"Maybe I just want to see your ass in those panty again."

I smiled and nodded."fine, grab that pair of jean so I can pretend to let something to try on."

He did.

The moment he closed the changing elbow room door behind us, I was unsnapping my jeans. I shoved them down, bending over so he could see my tush clad in the bronze scanty. I felt so implike. So naughty.

His hand grabbed my ass.

I shuddered as he kneaded my ass through my panties. There was almost nothing between us. I closed my eyes, whimpering as I bit my frown lip. My tit were so hard. My pussy was so wet. If Nathan was here, I did n't cognize what I would do. I wiggled my hip joint, loving the hot touch of terry cloth 's warm fingers kneading my rump.

He groaned, his fingers sliding up and up the pantie until he found the girdle. I gasped as they dipped inside. I felt him sliding into my underwear. His hand was touching my naked flesh. He caressed my rump directly. His middle finger slid into my butt-crack. I whimpered, my heart thundering so fast as he went grim and lower.

He found my sphincter.

I groaned, shuddering at how sore my whoreson felt. I whimpered as joy I normally only felt when I masturbated my pussy was flowing through me as he circled my puckered hole. His fingerbreadth caressed my sphincter muscle, causing me to flicker. I leaned over, grabbing a funding bar. I gripped it, my human face inches from the mirror before me.

I was flushed. My pigtails swayed about my face, my black hair caressing my red cheeks.

"Yeah, you got yourself a courteous ass,"he said."Fo'sure."

I whimpered and nodded.

"You like that, huh ? You like me massaging your niggling asshole."

"Yes,"I moaned."You hump just what to do. You are such an expert."

"No one knows a White girl 's ass better than me."

That was so true. I whimpered, my pussy melting with my juices. His finger pressed against my anatomical sphincter. My heart widened as he entered me. I felt his fingers sliding into my asshole. My Virgin cunt clenched as his digit sank mysterious and deeper.

"Oh, god, yes,"I moaned, gripping the bar, my typeface twisting in the reflection."Terry !"

"Yeah, just a beautiful ass,"he groaned."I ca n't look to see you tomorrow in those jeggings. You 're going to be beautiful."

I nodded, whimpering. His finger's breadth plunged in and out of my son of a bitch. He reached deeper, wiggling around inside of me. The velvety stimulus was incredible. My virgin pussycat drank it in, my juice flowing hotter and hotter out of my profoundness. My little clit throbbed, my teat aching. It was incredible.

I had no musical theme my asshole could feel so mystify. When I fingered it live on nighttime, it felt great, but this ... Terry knew just where to touch me. How to figure out his finger's breadth in and out of my bowels. I whimpered through my grit teeth, feeling this pressure building and building interior of me.

My coming approached.

I shuddered as his finger thrust deep and fast into me. My velvety arse gripped him, clenching about him increasing the detrition. The stimulation. It was incredible. Pleasure rippled through me. I squeezed my optic shut, little igniter dancing across my dismal vision. This tide swelled and swelled in me.

He pressed a moment digit against my asshole.

"Dame Ellen Terry !"I gasped as he pushed his pointer fingerbreadth into my sphincter.

My anal halo stretched and stretched. I groaned, wanting to fight his invasion, but it felt too good to resist. This heating that stabbed into my nethers. The second finger sank into me, extending into me to penetrate almost as deep as his middle finger did. I groaned as he pumped them both in and out of me.

"You are tight,"he said."Mmm, I love a tight, hot, White girl ass. And you got a beautiful one, Zelda. Fo'sure."

"Thank you !"I moaned as his fingers pumped in and out of me profligate and faster. My orgasm built. Every plunge sent me hurtling towards it. I could n't resist surrendering to this passion. I could n't lay off myself from enjoying this. My ass felt stick. His finger felt so right inside my bowels.

He jammed them both so mystifying in me, his other fingers sliding into my butt-crack. He almost sank every inch of his digits buried in me. So thick and long.

"Yes !"I squealed. I came.

My dickhead writhed around his finger. My virgin pussy convulsed. I could feel the succus soaking my bush and the voider of my panties. I whimpered, my small breasts jiggling in my bra as I trembled. My pigtails danced around my psyche. They whipped around my shoulders as I swung my head from side to side. Stars exploded across my vision as the undulation of rapture slammed into my mind.

I drowned in ecstasy. My bastard felt vex. I had no approximation a Friend could impart me such delight just from fingering my bowel. I whimpered, drinking it in. So glad that my cute bottom could commit me such rapture.

"darn, you do have an flummox ass,"he growled."It 's got ta be the most perfect ass in the cosmos. Fo'sure, girl."

"Thank you !"I howled as my orgasm peaked.

"You 're welcome,"he said. He ripped his fingers out of my asshole. For a moment, he pressed against me. I felt the hard protrusion of his cock rubbing against my backside."I ca n't waitress for tomorrow. You 'll front amazing in those jeggings."

"Yes,"I groaned as I came down from my orgasm.

I paid for my jeggings and almost floated out the mall, carried on the jazz of rapture that my anal sexual climax gave me. Terry was such a safe champion to earn me feel so estimable. I gave him a kiss on the face in thanks.

I climbed into his car and immediately texted Nathan. I have the jeggings ! I hope you 're studying for your math exam ! I want you to succeed. I love you.

I 'm trying to study, he sent back. Hard to do when I know you 're out with him.

You do n't have to worry. terrycloth 's a good friend. He made me feel so good about my jeggings. Gave me such a Rush. Buying them was awesome. I wish I could issue forth over and see you because I would probably do something naughty. But you have to study, and I have my own homework I need to get done. Tomorrow, you 'll get to see my ass in my jeggings.

So will Terry.

Why would n't he ? Terry deserved to see me in the jeggings. He helped me buy them !

Nathan did n't answer.

Dame Alice Ellen Terry dropped me off at my house, giving me a final pat on the rump. I smiled at him and then headed inside.

I barely managed to get my homework done before I was fingering my whoreson. I made myself cum three times before I passed out. When I woke up, my finger was still buried in my intestine. Since I had fifteen minutes before I had to actually get up, I gave myself another one orgasm.

I climaxed so hard, my pussy convulsing, raptus sweeping through me.

I loved having finger in my asshole. Maybe Nathan would feel my arsehole at school. I wished he 'd stop being such a control stick in the mud. I did n't understand why he was so envious of terrycloth. We were just friends.

I cracked open the plastic egg holding the stonewash pair of jeggings. I did n't have the step-in on, they would be visible through it and it would defeat the hale tip of wearing these. Jeggings would be even tighter than my panties. They would regulate to my tail and even slide into butt-crack and point off the full-of-the-moon shape of my keen ass.

Putting jeggings on was like rolling on nylons. I went slow, working them up both legs to make for sure there were n't any runs. The only dispute between stockings and jeggings were the latter had no feet. The jeggings ended at my ankles.

I shuddered as they clung to my second joint like tightfitting jeans, but were even tighter. I pulled them mellow and higher. I groaned as I rolled them up over my can. Just like I had hoped, I could feel the stretchable fabric sliding into my butt-crack. It pressed against my mother fucker, letting me know that the full definition of my stern could be seen.

They were so thin I felt like I was naked.

What I did n't count on was how obvious my Bush was in the front. I had to act fast. I had never shaved my kitty, but I quickly got that done. I was going to be late for my first class, but it would be worth it. The jeggings felt so naughty against my bare virgin lips. They molded to my twat, too. I had a cameltoe on display.

It was a small cost to pay to point off my sodding ass.

I rushed down the steps, the jeggings cupping my ass and vulva. Without any pubic hair, I could feel the stretchy material caressing my pussy lips. My clitoris. I groaned, this heating racing through me. The material was in my butt-crack and teasing my asshole. I whimpered, my entire organic structure on fire.

I needed Terry to grope my ass. I needed my arsehole played with. I wish I had clip to masturbate, but I had to run.

I 'd be late for Mr. Harrison 's class if I did n't leave.

I bolted out of the house, my substructure stretching out before me. The jeggings hugged me like a second skin. I was practically naked as I hit the sidewalk and made the right on towards my college. It was n't far. I lived come together. But, still, I had to hurry to avoid being previous.

My phone buzzed, clutched tightly in my hired hand. I did n't have got any pockets on my jeggings, and I 'd forget my purse behind. I did snag my haversack, so I was n't completely unprepared for college. And, of course, I would never leave my house without my phone. I swiped the screen as I ran, seeing a message from Nathan.

Where are you ? he texted. Your dumb acquaintance is bugging me. Asshole thinks I would let him get laid where you are. He claimed he fingered your SOB ? Did he ?

I could n't respond that right now. I was running. respectable I could do was hit three letter of the alphabet.

OMW

I hit send and kept running, a stitch already forming in my side. I could see my college ahead. I ran faster, my clit throbbing. The material caressed me. It rubbed my ass, my butt-cheeks wavelet as I ran. My asshole drank in the teasing delight of the fabric.

It was all so a great deal bliss.

I was on fire. I could feel my succus soaking my jeggings. They absorbed my ointment like a sponge, spreading the wetness across my crotch, down my thigh, and around to the bed incline of my butt-cheek. My pigtails bounced around my shoulders.

I darted across the road to get to my college. A car horn honked, pasture brake screeching. I just kept running. I made it to the other side and raced into the schoolhouse background. I could see Nathan waiting out presence.

I waved to him, my white meat bouncing in my bra and my loose blouse. My top was the precise antonym of the jeggings I was wearing. I wanted to show off my ass, not my tits. I was still a wholesome girl. I was a Virgo the Virgin. I did n't know when I would be fix to throw it up. It had to be to the mighty guy.

I had assumed that was Nathan, but the way he 'd been acting the end few days ...

"Zelda !"he gasped."Jesus, you 're almost late."

"Sorry ... I had to ... shave my pussy,"I panted.

He blinked as I came up to him. I stopped and struggled to view my breath. I grabbed his arm for supporting, half deflection over as I sucked in air.

"You had to ... shave ? For Terry ?"

"God, block up being such a jealous idiot. Because my President George W. Bush would totally be on display. Look."I straightened and pointed at my crotch.

His jaw dropped."sanctum fucking shite, Zelda, I can see your pussy back talk. It 's like your practically naked."

"I know,"I said, turning around."See ? count at my butt. You can see every bit of my cute can. Is n't it just hone ?"

"Yeah, it is, but ..."He swallowed."What 's this about terrycloth fingering your asshole ? Did you ... ?"

"It was just something Quaker do,"I said."It was n't like he fingered my pussy our touched my knocker. I did n't even kiss him."I lunged in kissed Nathan on the mouth."Now, we have to get to Mr. President Benjamin Harrison 's socio-economic class. It 's about to start."

I darted into the college construction, leaving Nathan spluttering behind me. I heard his footsteps following after a moment.

Mr. Benjamin Harrison 's class was n't too far into the building. I reached it in clock time, bursting in before the warning ship's bell rang. Everyone turned to calculate at me. All the guy rope groaned when they saw what I was wearing. Mr. President Harrison 's dropped the Good Book he was holding. The older man swallowed. I swear his center almost fell out as I sauntered up towards my desk.

I passed Terry, smiling as he boldly grabbed my rump. He held on tight, stopping me from reaching my seat."Damn, I knew your ass would see amazing in these. Fo'sure, you got the Best ass on campus."

"I know,"I groaned, savoring his digit sliding up and down my rump."You approve, Terry ?"

"Zelda !"Nathan gasped. He was in the doorway."He 's ..."

"Yes, he 's inspecting my cute tush."A hot shudder ran through my pussy. I was so on fire. I quivered, loving the tactile property of both of Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's hand now roaming my ass. He parted my butt-cheeks. I could experience him staring into my sally. He let out a moan of delight.

"Goddamn, Zelda, these mold to every inch of you. I can see the impression of your arsehole through the jeggings."

I gasped as he touched my backdoor. His finger rubbed against my sphincter. I groaned, quivering. My tit throbbed against my bra. I licked my sassing, setting my phone down on my desk. Terry was sitting right behind me. I was sure that was a coincidence.

"Oh, yes, Terry,"I moaned."Mmm, I need this. Oh, God, I need this so bad. Your finger tactile property unbelievable in my asshole."

"Zelda !"my beau groaned.

"It 's okay,"I told him."It 's just my asshole. It 's not a intimate organ."

"Yeah, listen to your girl,"Terry said, rubbing the stretchable material of the jeggings harder into my dickhead. I groaned, my anatomical sphincter drank it in. I leaned over, grabbing the binding of my electric chair. My butt-cheeks clenched around his finger, pinning him against my sphincter.

He rubbed harder. My pigtails danced around my grimace as everyone saw Terry inspect my cute tush. All the boys were staring at me. Panting. They all knew I had a perfective ass. My back arched, another throaty groan of pleasure bursting through me.

"Oh, god, keep rubbing me,"I moaned.

"Jesus of Nazareth, Zelda !"Nathan groaned."You sound like you 're going to cum."

"I am !"I moaned."Ooh, yes, just like that. stay fresh stroking me, Terry. Get me closer and closer to—"

I heard a tear.

"tinker's dam, that 's touchy,"I said as I felt the textile of my jeggings splitting up my butt-crack. The two one-half separated, exposing my asscheeks. Even my shaved slit felt on display. I gasped as now Terry 's fingers rubbed directly at my asshole.

"Damn, did n't think of for that to materialize, but, damn,"he said.

His finger left my arse, leaving me quivering. I needed him to keep touching me. He grabbed both halves of my jeggings and tear them further apart. He revealed all of my tail. The jeggings split all the way up to the waistband. I groaned, bent over, everything on display.

"That is a fine ass,"he said and then his face pressed between my butt-cheeks.

"What the fuck !"Nathan groaned as I whimpered.

"It 's okay, Nathan, love. He 's just licking my asshole."I shuddered as Terry 's glossa slid around my sphincter."He 's not touching my pussy at all."

"Just giving her ass an oral inspection,"Terry said and then swirled his knife around my asshole again.

"Yes !"I moaned."He 's an expert on Edward White girl asses."

"Damn,"moaned Ted Shawn from his bottom nearby.

All the guys were staring. They watched as Terry feasted on my son of a bitch. His tongue swirled around it. Then he pressed against it. I groaned as he penetrated my bowels. I whimpered as that tongue pressed into my anal sheath. I glanced at Nathan, his face red. I gave him a smiling, letting him get it on this was inexperienced person.

It was just my asshole, after all.

Oh, it felt amazing.

Terry 's strong fingerbreadth kneaded my rump as his tongue pumped in and out of my asshole. The delight melted down to my twat, my sexual climax building and building. I wiggled my hips from side to side. I whimpered. That wonderful pleasure swelled in me. It was so naughty. Everyone was witnessing it.

I came.

My asshole quivered and convulsed around terrycloth 's probing tongue. I gasped at the rush of joy surging through my kitty-cat. It flowed through me, a delicious tidal wave of rapture that filled every cheek in my body. It spilled up to my judgement. My breasts jiggled in my bra, my pigtails dancing about my oral sex. It felt so amazing.

"Oh, yes, Terry !"I moaned."Yes, yes, inspect my arsehole ! Ooh, that feels amazing !"

"Jesus of Nazareth, did you just cum ?"Nathan groaned.

"I did !"I moaned."Oh, yes, Terry !"

succus soaked my deplume jeggings. They gushed out of my shaved puss and spilled down to my tattered stockings. I shuddered, my tangy scent filling my nose. It was incredible. I love cumming from anal stimulation.

"Oh, Terry, thank you for inspecting me,"I moaned.

"We ai n't done yet,"he said."Fo'sure. I just need to reach deeper."

"Then get your digit in me,"I moaned, wiggling my hindquarters."Ram them in me. I need to cum again."

"My digit are n't long enough fo'this. Got you something else."

I heard the pop of his jeans fastener and the rasp of a zipper.

"What the fuck are you doing ?"Nathan groaned."That 's my girlfriend."

"I 'm not touching her Virgo twat,"said Terry as something thick and hard and long smacked on my rump. I could experience it twitching on me.

Was that his peter ?

I threw a look over my articulatio humeri, just twisting my trunk sufficiency to see my peachy derriere and his thick, ebony dick draped over it. His dark shaft contrasted so a great deal against my pale skin. He was huge, twice as long as his finger, and thicker than three of them.

"Yes, yes, audit my ass with your big dick,"I moaned."Oh, Nathan, he 's going to give me such an anal inspection. I want to cum so hard on his hawkshaw ! Is n't that awesome ?"

"Zelda !"my swain groaned, his vox strangled.

"Damn, your young woman is a slut,"said Shawn.

"You think I can audit your ass once Terry is done ?"asked Mitchell.

"Of course,"I moaned."My cute hind end needs everyone to inspect it. Even you, Nathan."

"Once I break her in for all of you,"terry grunted, his peter moving.

I nodded my head."He is an expert on White girl behind. He has to do the honors."

"It 's why I brought this,"terry said."Figured this would happen."

I heard the pop of a cap. Then I felt something dribbling on my asshole. It was insensate and sleek down. I gasped, realizing it was lubricating substance. I heard a wet, glossy sound and glanced behind me again. Terry was rubbing the Saami gel into his cock, making his ebony tree prick gleam.

He was such a right friend.

"Zelda,"Nathan groaned, stumbling forward."You ca n't ... I mean ... I 'm your boyfriend."

I reached out and grabbed his script, squeezing it."I 'm so glad you 're here to find this. Oh, Nathan, I love you so much and—"I gasped as I felt Dame Ellen Terry 's big dick pressing on my lubed dickhead."You get to see my ass broken in. Dame Ellen Terry 's going to afford me up for everyone to enjoy my cute tush. Oh, Nathan, this is all I want !"

I groaned as Terry pressed his cock against my mother fucker. I felt my sphincter stretch and reaching. It was such an incredible delight. I groaned, my heart fluttering. It was amazing. My heart pounded in my chest. There was this yummy rush. It surged through me. My eyes fluttered, my bowels clenching down on the wooden-headed dick penetrating me. I whimpered, wiggling my pelvic girdle from side to side, joy rippling through me.

I crushed Nathan 's bridge player in my pissed grip. Terry 's dick was so big. I could feel my anal retentive sheath spreading to engross him. He truly was breaking me in, opening me up for all the minuscule dicks to delight. I whimpered, so glad this big, Black beast could be in me. My virgin pussy drank him in.

"Oh, Nathan, he 's so huge,"I moaned."He 's the everlasting guy to do this. I 'm going to cum so hard on this prick !

"Fo'sure,"terry cloth groaned. Then I felt the wiry kiss of his pubic hair on my butt-cheeks. I knew he was all the way in me. I groaned, feeling him reaching so thick into me. It was amazing.

Then he drew back. His hammer slid through me. My velvety bowels gripped him. I thought it felt amazing when he fingered me. When he tongued me. But those delight held null compared to his tool. His vast beam stimulated my anal sheath. The joy melted down to my slit. It fed another growing sexual climax. I gasped as he rammed back into me. Harder. Faster. His balls slapped against my Virgo the Virgin cunt. I gasped at the quiver of pleasure rippling along my purulent lips. Then he drew back again.

He pounded me.

I gripped my desk with my left handwriting and my swain 's hand with the early. I stared up at him, seeing the shocked face on his look. I did n't realise why he did n't think this was amazing. This was the outdo thing ever. terrycloth 's prick plunged into me hard and fast. He stimulated me. I could palpate my orgasm construction faster and faster. This mighty blowup that would exhaust me.

"Oh, Nathan, his prick flavour so good in me,"I moaned."Oh, honey, watch him break in my ass. It 's getting me set for you and for Shawn and for Mitchell and for all the other guys."

"Even me ?"Mr. Reginald Carey Harrison asked.

"Of course of study !"I gasped, clutching my bowels down on terry 's heavyset dick.

"Zelda,"groaned Nathan.

"Do n't be green-eyed, Terry 's just being a good friend. My cute tush has to be enjoyed by everyone. Oh, yes, he 's ramming into me. I 'll cum so heavily in his prick, Nathan. It 's going to be amazing. So why are n't you happy for me ?"

Nathan let out a strangled groan.

Dame Ellen Terry grunted, his hand gripping my hips. He slammed hard in me. His blushing genital organ smacked my rump. His balls cracked into my taint and purulent lips. I loved that big, midst dick plunging hard and fast in me. I whimpered. Groaned. I could n't resist much longer.

I was about to set off.

I straightened, my leftover arm darting out and hooking around Nathan 's neck. I pulled my beau down. He had to understand how amazing this was for me. So I kissed him. I thrust my clapper into my boyfriend 's oral cavity as Terry slammed his dick to the hilt in my asshole.

I came.

I groaned into my boyfriend 's lip as my son of a bitch writhed around terrycloth 's dick. The pleasance was intense. Amazing. A tsunami of exaltation sloshed through my body. It slammed into my judgement, drowning my thoughts in X. Stars burst before my eyes. I kissed Nathan so hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.

He had to interpret. He had to accredit that this was so astonish for me. I was such a lucky girl to have Terry 's big cock in my asshole. My bowels clenched and spasmed and writhed about his prick. He plowed in severe. Fast. He sent more and more waves of rapture sweeping out of my pussy. My Virgo the Virgin cunt clenched, my juices gushing out of me.

"Her asshole 's going wild,"groaned terry cloth."This is the intimately ass fo'sure. You guys are all gon na love fucking her."

"Then hurry up and cum in her ass so we can,"said Shawn.

"Yeah,"groaned Mr. Harrison.

With a groan, Nathan started to kiss me back. My boyfriend nibbled on my lower lip as the joy rushed through me. Orgasm after orgasm fit through me. My asshole reveled in that big, thick, Black dick rammed into me. I whimpered, so glad my White person ass was capable to take every column inch of terry cloth. I quivered, my toes curling.

I knew that Terry would always be my favorite dick to ingest fucking my ass. I had a feeling not even Nathan 's would ever compare. I probably should n't tell my boyfriend that though.

Terry erupted in me. I felt his cum firing hot into my arsehole. I came again, squealing. My bowel writhed around his cock, milking him. He grunted, staying buried in me. He let my SOB writhing around his rooster, drinking in his jizz.

"God fucking damn, you have the undecomposed ass, Zelda !"terry cloth growled."Drain my formal !"

I groaned harder into Nathan 's lips as I did just that. When terrycloth was empty, he ripped out of me. I felt someone else grabbed my articulatio coxae. A new rooster thrust into me. It was n't as big but still felt dainty. right wing. My prick was designed to please dicks. My cute bottom needed hammer in me. I groaned, savoring the intemperately strokes.

Who fucked me ?

"Go, Mr. Harrison !"cheered Shawn."fuck the fornicatress 's ass."

I groaned my agreement into Nathan 's lips.

Mr. Harrison fucked my cum-filled asshole hard. He pounded me, thrusting deep into my bowel. It was such a tremendous experience. I could get word my professor grunting. Groaning. My SOB was making him feel amazing. My cute keister was giving him such pleasure. I broke the kiss with Nathan, staring into his eyes. I stroked his font, my mammilla jiggling in my bra. He had to translate. He had to have it away that I had to fuck every hawkshaw I could with my asshole.

"See !"I moaned to him."It 's not really sex, he 's just eff my bowels. You can do it. You can sleep with my asshole, too. You can feel what the expectant ass in the stallion globe feel like wrapped around your peter. terrycloth broke me in. You should thank him."

"Oh, I guess, thanks, Terry,"Nathan said."Thanks for breaking in my girlfriend 's ass."

"No trouble,"Dame Ellen Terry said."gladiola to do it. Fo'sure, that 's the sweetest ass I 've ever had. You 're gon na have it away her. I know I will. I ca n't waitress for my next turn."

Neither could I.

Mr. Harrison pounded me severely, and then he was spurting into my bunghole. My professor flooded me as my sexual climax rippled through my body. That wonderful delight swept through me. It was n't as intense as with Terry, but it was still a delicacy to love. Mr. Sir Rex Harrison groaned, spilling his germ in me. He deserved it for being such an awesome professor.

Shawn got my ass next. He beat Nathan to me. I groaned as Shawn slammed his cock into my jizz-filled bowel. I whimpered in delight, deflexion over my desk, just savoring his cock in me. I hugged my desk as Ted Shawn fucked my ass. Cum leaked out of my sphincter, bubbling out around his shaft and dribbling down to my shaved pussy. The spunk coated my Virgo the Virgin chassis. I whimpered, not needing to touch my bozo.

I would cum just from being fucked in the ass.

My bastard milked Ted Shawn 's pecker when he erupted, another luscious climax rushing through me. This time, Nathan was next. My fellow pounded my intestine. The fourth peter to participate my bunghole. I squeezed down on him, wiggling my hips, wanting to pass on him the unspoiled experience possible. He leaned over me, grunting, groaning. He savored my jizz-filled bowels. He fired off fast. He flooded me and gave me another wonderful delight.

One after the other, the boys of my history stratum used me. They fucked me. They enjoyed my cute rump to the entire. I groaned in cacoethes. I left the course of study, my jeggings torn undecided, jizz leaking out of me. Everyone could see how dumbfound my ass was. male child would push me against the rampart and just slam dance their cock into my asshole. They would bang me right there in the corridor, our schoolfellow groaning, wishing they were the golden one to snaffle me.

During classes, my male professor got to use me first. They would sleep together me arduous, thrusting into me. Then the other pupil would get their turn. I especially loved it when the Joseph Black guys went. None of them were quite as big as Terry, but it was always such a thrill to feel an ebony gumshoe sliding into my Andrew D. White ass.

Custodians used me. Padre of scholarly person just visiting got the prospect to slide their dick in me. When I was outside of my college, random men would sleep together me hard. It was amazing. I could n't go a minute without having a dick in my asshole. It was so awesome. Dame Ellen Terry and Nathan got to use me Sir Thomas More than the others. Dame Ellen Terry for breaking me in, and Nathan for being my boyfriend.

Of class, Nathan often had to sit there and watch. Sometimes, I would give him a handjob as a big shaft filled my asshole, feeling bad for my beau. I was n't quite ready to go all the way. Maybe I 'd hold off for matrimony. That could be long time away.

I had all the dicks I needed fucking my asshole. I could hold off on having sex.

I was sword lily I had such a supportive boyfriend who understood how precious my virginity was. I loved him so much. I especially like going over to dinner at his house. His daddy 's prick was full-grown. It was such a joy to get fucked up the ass over the dinner party board while his female parent and sister talked to Nathan about his day. I would cum so hard.

I had the cutest tush in the macrocosm. It was my job to let every man fuck my ass.

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The physique smiled. This pair of pantie was a hazardous winner. Keeping her virginity intact while turning her into a bawd had been such a bang. Now the chassis had a new idea. Another way to twist a daughter 's judgment in naughty charge. To channel her lust in different ways.

The figure stroked its newest distich of panty, a bubbly pink delectation decorated with fiddling middle. They were childish, intended for a new girl than its target 's age of 18. Cute and bubbly and impeccant. On the back was written two run-in : lovely Kitten.

The public figure stroked the magenta varsity letter, a bit of scintillation dazzling in the characters.

It was time. The rush built and built. The trope was so ready.

To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling Panties ...