Mind-Control panty

Story Ten : Cutie 's Hot Ass

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta indication this !

The figure was running off the heights of its last mind-control sashay. It still enjoyed the buzz from the net lady friend who wore one of its pantie. She 'd been transformed. So had been all those around the girl. The issue had rippled out, touching the life of everyone who came near her. That was n't rare with one of its couplet of panty, but this force was delightful. It had enjoyed watching the transformation.

But now it was interested in a new transformation.

The figure moved through the near-empty residence of the college with these. The figure was nondescript. unremarkable. It clearly did n't belong in this lieu of education, but no one gave it a moment glance. The mist made it unremarkable. Though spiritual world, the vaporous magic trick was there.

The same magic that wreathed the panties it made.

The figure smiled as it entered Mr. Harrison 's classroom. Its eye glanced around the room, drinking in the pot. Rows of orderly desks. Posters hung on the wall talking about the professor 's subject : chronicle. One held a flowchart showing the organic evolution of the roman print body politic, another had hummer full stop of the major event a earthly concern War I. The build stopped at one desk. Right up front, center of the row. The figure shuddered, knowing Zelda would sit her. She was the gross young lady for this duo of step-in. The satin, bronzy pantie were made for her. The figure carefully draped the panties across the desk, stroking the flatware letters across the seat.

Cute Tush.

The figure smiled, aegir for its unexampled creation to be donned. bore for the rush of mind-controlling another deadly little girl who put them on.

The design swept down the words of desks, navigating between them on the way to the door. Just as it was about to reach the door, it opened. As common, Zelda President Carter had arrived early for her first gear course. She was the type of girl who liked to be on meter. Proper. She wore a pink, cashmere sweater, long sleeves and senior high school necks, and a wench that fell past her articulatio genus, pink leg covering peeking out.

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

In her mind, the chassis was zero more than a janitor. A steward that had every right field to be in the schoolroom. She stepped aside, the image sweeping out, soon to have vanished entirely from the mortal worldly concern.

Not that Zelda knew. Or cared.

She was eager to learn from her favorite professor. chronicle was a delightful subject to her. She loved uncovering the past. Learning about all the foible that others had made. It was why, though she was twenty dollar bill, she still had her virginity. She 'd translate the accounts about the girls who 'd given up their cherry tree Pres Young, surrendering to the brutal lustfulness of their boyfriends or to their own carnal desires.

Those girls were invariably unsatisfied.

She wanted her low gear time to be perfective. With a boy that she knew she loved. She had a boyfriend, but she was n't surely Nathan was the one. She hoped he was. She knew that if he was patient with her, waited for her to be ready, he would be.

These thought all skittered through her creative thinker as she approached her desk, thoughts dancing to and fro as she thought about early things. She made sure she had all her homework 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 daze. She picked up the panties, feeling a tingle running through her."Where did you derive from ?"

She did n't even remember the physical body at all. Forgetting it, she could n't make any connecter with it and how these scanty had found themselves here. The material was a satiny silk, so different from the cotton plant panties she wore. A gamey delight rippled through her, her butt-cheeks tingling.

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

The door to the classroom creaked open.

Gasping, panicking at being caught holding a pair of panty, she shoved them into her wench sack, balling them deep. She whirled around to see Mr. President William Henry Harrison enter. He was a improbable, dark-haired man with Robert Brown middle and a goatee.

"Good morning, Zelda,"he said, giving her a smile."You make me bet 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 Constantinople today. Are we going to insure it ?"

"The tip in prison term were shank defeated the greatest medieval defenses ever erected,"he said."The day that curtain rampart became obsolete."

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Zelda Carter

I had no idea why I was putting on these panties. I shuddered as I stepped into the satin, silky underwear. A tingling raced up my peg as I dragged them up my calves. These were the panty I found yesterday when I arrived at my history class. I did n't cognize why anyone would result them behind. What lady friend would do that ? I should n't birth put them in my pocket.

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

I was just so funny to see what they would feel like. I always bought plain, boring pantie. I never wore the riskier stuff, always telling myself that I was n't set up to lose my virginity When I was, then I would buy a pair of lacy underclothing. Maybe even a G-string.

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

I shuddered, biting my lip and whimpering. The panties felt so fluent against my thighs. A hot itch formed in my pussy as I pulled the waistband up over my croup. I groaned at the sleek tactile property of the textile. It cupped across my rump, covering every in 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 thought, my chief shaking. My black pigtails danced around my side. My little breasts jiggled. I snagged my plain, snowy bra and pulled it on as I struggled to get used to this new pair of panties.

They made my skin feel so energize. Especially across my rump. Everywhere they touched me felt active. Electrified. I licked my lips, wondering if I should take them off. I felt so naughty. My garden pink nipples were hard, I was starting to get wet. Like when Nathan kissed me.

I decided to leave them on. I 'd already donned them, and they did feel kind of nice, even if they made me feel like I was a little bit of a pervy little girl. My cheeks were burning as I put on the relaxation of my clothes. I pulled on a purple sweater, loving the fuzzy smell of it on my peel. It did n't wee me feel naughty.

Not like these panties.

Then I grabbed a black dame. I stepped into it, pulling it up my stage. It was a long one, I did n't need to tire tights today with this duad. I like wearing bird. They were so elegant. It made me feel so womanly. I knew passel of missy like wearing jean or pants because they were comfortable, but boys wore those, too.

I wanted to be feminine.

I zipped up my skirt and then frowned at my reflection in the mirror. I turned, staring at my position profile. Did this skirt make my prat look prissy ? Did I have a cute tush ? It was hard to say. The Fall of the dame did n't quite cup my rear like the step-in 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 constitution, I combed my hair and wore make clean clothes, but I was n't worried about how my soma looked to others. But ... I bit my lower lip, thinking my rump did n't look cute at all in the skirt. It bothered me for some reason.

Why ?

That thought echoed through my intellect. Why did I care so much ? I rubbed my hands on my wench as I headed down the stairs. All my way to my college, all I could cogitate about was how others saw me. Did they look at me and retrieve,"That girl does n't stimulate a great ass. I mean, look at what she 's wearing. If she had a precious rump, 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 vision. My skirt did n't micturate my fanny smell unflattering. right field ? I needed an opinion.

I smiled when I saw my fellow, Nathan. He was waiting for me out presence of the edifice, leaning against the brick rampart. He was a tall guy with blond hair and blue eyes. He grinned as he pushed off from the wall."Hey, cutie, how you doing ?"

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

"Yeah, and ? I just wanted to ask you,"he said, his arm sliding around my waist. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I could feel his hands on my lower back. Why did n't they slide lower and cup my tush ? Did n't he mean I had a cunning ass ? It made me squirm.

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

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

I broke away from him and turned around, twisting my torso to stare at back at him over my shoulder. My smutty pigtails swept off my shoulder as I did."Does this chick make my ass looking good ?"

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 best your ass is going to look in them. Maybe you could wear thin tighter bird. Or jeans."

blue jean ...

The thought of wearing those wormed through my mind.

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

"But not precious enough,"I muttered.

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

It was a nice thought, but I really, really want people to know I had a cute hind end. The sleek panties I wore tingled around my ass, gripping my fanny. For a moment, I wanted to just repeal up my skirt and ask what he thought of my ass cupped in that racy satin. My face burned at the thought even as my pussy grew so hot.

"So you do n't involve 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 someone to put down Mr. Sir Rex Harrison 's class. I liked getting there early, eager to learn. My swain shared my story class, but he always refused to go in early with me. He always broke off to go advert out with his friends for a duet of minutes before course of instruction started. Yesterday 's lesson on the fall of Constantinople was amazing. Today we were going to verbalise about how sultan Mehmed II set up the tooshie of his Empire in the new city, changing Constantinople to Istanbul.

When Mr. Sir Rex Harrison walked in, I almost asked him what his persuasion was on my ass. That would be totally out or keeping. He was my professor.

I squirmed all through class, feeling the satin traction of the panty hugging my rump. They itched, compelling me to ask Mr. Harrison that question.

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

"Terry ?"I asked, turning my body to show off my side visibility."Does this doll make my ass count cute ?"

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

Dame Ellen Terry paused, his middle flicking me up and down. I noticed his thirst inspiration in those dark depths. His eyes brimmed with this passionateness that sent a pixilated tingle through me. My butt-cheeks clenched as my panty seemed to almost electrify my rump. I turned more, giving the total darkness guy a full-on look at my ass. He studied it, a smiling growing on his lips.

"Well, it looks very well,"he said."It 's really hard to say more, though. Your skirt does n't really emphasise your rump."

"I know,"I said."That 's what I was afraid of. Do you cerebrate I should bear different apparel to establish my ass off better ?"

"Oh, definitely,"he said."There 's nothing like a Edward Douglas White Jr. missy with a dainty ass."He reached out and squeeze it, bringing a pant from Nathan 's rim."Yeah, you got potential drop. I have to see it in something better to know fo'sure."

My cheeks burned as I nodded."Thanks, Terry,"I said. I turned around and darted over to my boyfriend."Terry thinks I should don something better. Maybe I should buy some dungaree 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 green-eyed ?"I grinned and took his arm. I rubbed my cheek against his shoulder."That 's cute. You know you have zippo to worry about. When I 'm ready, you 're going to be my first."

My virgin cunt itched. I did n't think it 'll be too long until I was quick, but I never knew. The meter had to be perfect.

"Well, I guess,"he said.

I asked other hombre about their opinion throughout the day. The consensus was unanimous : my skirt just did not indicate off my fanny to its broad. They kept saying words like"OK"or"okay"or even"meh."I needed to do better than meh ! I knew my butt was precious. Hot. I needed to evidence it off. I had to buy new jeans.

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

"well,"he said, rubbing at the spine of his neck. He did n't seem enthusiastic."I guess I can come. But, I mean, you do n't birth to change your look. You know that, right ? You 're fine the way you are."

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

Nathan blinked."What ?"

"I 'll see you later, Nathan,"I said, planting a kiss on his impudence."Terry seems to be a much better evaluator on a albumen girl 's ass. He 'll be perfect."

I left Nathan behind, confused why he would be spluttering. What was unseasonable 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 center, grinning the total time. I kept squirming in the passenger seat, my ass tingling from the silky panties that gripped it. I was so excited about this. I knew my backside would look impressive in my new jeans.

Terry would help me pick out the best pair to show off my cute tush to its fullest.

I strolled into the shopping mall with Terry, my spirit beating with fervour. We did n't go to my usual stopping place, the department store, but to one of the trendy stores. I smiled when I saw the jeans on showing on the framework in the video display window. They were so tight. They had little inwardness drawn in pink spangles on the rearward pockets.

I tingled, just knowing these would be perfect.

Of course, I grabbed the dyad with the hearts, plus a few to a greater extent twain of tightfitting denim. I buzzed with turmoil as I headed into the changing room. In there, I stripped out of my boring bird, pausing for a moment to look up to how my buttocks looked in the bronze step-in. The silver letters were backward in the mirror, but I knew what they spelled.

I had what they said.

I grabbed the pair of dungaree with the marrow on the back pockets, trembling in excitement. I stepped my legs into the pair, shuddering as I drew the bloomers up. I, of course, owned some jeans, mainly for doing out-of-door stuff. None were like these. My new jeans were stretchy. Not like any denim I 'd worn. I shuddered as I pulled them higher and higher up my legs, feeling the fabric molding to my tegument. I wiggled my hips as I pulled them over my buttocks. As I fastened them up, I glanced in the mirror.

They definitely showed off my ass. This was so much better than the boring dame draping over my rear. I smiled and threw heart-to-heart the room access to the changing elbow room. Terry grinned as I stepped out, his eyes flicking up and down.

"come on lady friend, demo me that booty. Let me see how proficient it looks."

I turned around, wiggling my hips.

"damn, girl, stop shaking. Let me booze in the deal of you."

"Sorry, I 'm just so excited,"I said. I pulled out my sound and started texting Nathan. Just trying on the new blue jean. Waiting to find out what Dame Ellen Terry has to say about them.

I hit send.

I gasped as Terry 's large workforce cupped both my butt-cheeks. He squeezed and kneaded my butt, his digit digging into the dungaree. I shuddered, the heat building in my puss. A naughty prickling rippled across my backside as his finger massaged me.

You really went shopping with him ? Nathan sent back.

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

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

"Just my beau,"I said, my entire body feeling alive right now. The way Terry was touching me had to signify my ass was cute."What do you suppose ? He 's waiting to ascertain out."

"Damn, why did n't you take your beau do this ?"Terry said.

"Well, you are an expert on White girl 's asses."

He chuckled."Fo'sure. And you got a not bad impression ass. Nice and curvy. Peachy. I like it. Definitely cute."

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

You do n't have a bun in the oven me to be excited that some early guy 's groping your ass right now, Nathan sent back.

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

"Fo'sure,"Terry said. He gave my ass one final wring. Then he pulled his hands away. I missed his inspection already."You better go try on those other jean. Just to see how they fit."

I tried on the other two pair of dungaree. terry gave a thorough examination of each. I groaned, my purulent feeling so juicy. I bit my lip and whimpered as his fingers kneaded my rump. He pushed the jean a lilliputian bit into my butt-crack, trying to pass in there, but just not being able to. hotness flowed through me. My pap ached.

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

Sweat broke across my brow during the terminal inspection. I felt like terry cloth was taking forever to okay them, massaging my rear.

"Definitely the commencement pair,"he said."Those bosom really set off your butt-cheeks. I just had to be thorough."

"Of course of study,"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 blue jean. I turned away from him as I pushed the blue jean down my hips. When I bent over to get them past my knees, stab my ass out at him. He groaned as he saw my panties.

"Now, young lady, that 's a nice looking ass. Shame you ca n't wear these to class."

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

I worked the jeans down my pegleg, 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 framework into my genitals. I gasped as he found my son of a bitch. He touched my sphincter, rubbing it through the satin."damn, you really got a OK ass, daughter. tinker's dam fine ass."

"You honest stop going lower,"I whimpered."You 're almost about to venture into places not even my beau 's touched."

"Right, right,"he said pulling his manpower away."Do n't want to poach on Nathan 's girl."He said my young man 's name with ridicule."I mean, I 'm here, and he 's not."

"Because you 're an expert on White girl buns. Otherwise, he 'd be here."I smiled at Terry."He is a not bad boyfriend."

I really, really did n't want to put back on the bird, but I had to walk out of here wearing something. I ended up buying a mates of span of the unity with hearts on them. Well, they had a diversity of them. There was one with stars, another with a four-leaf Oxalis acetosella, and one with kissing back talk. All in all, I bought four duet of blue jean.

It was all I could afford.

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

That night, I felt so itchy, I had to masturbate. I did n't do it every day, but tonight I rubbed my purulent feverishly. I even did something I 'd never done before. I reached my left hand beneath my derriere and slid my digits into my butt-crack.

I found my asshole.

I groaned when I sank my middle finger's breadth into my bowels. I felt so wicked. So wanton. I pumped it in and out of me while I rubbed my Virgo shape. I came so hard, my anal sheath writhing around my figure, my juices flooding my finger's breadth. I shuddered, imagining such naughty things.

Things thicker than my design penetrating back there.

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

I had to wear the panties the next day.

Normally, I would n't do that, but they just felt so nonplus. I slipped them on first, that tingle racing through me. My asshole clenched, remembering my finger. Naughty thought danced in my head as I pulled on my denim next. I went with a span decorated with hearts.

They were just the cutest.

I wiggled the jeans up my leg, the stretchy fabric clinging to me. They showed off my expectant thighs and cute calves as well as a scrumptious tail. I tugged the stretchy textile over my posterior, feeling it gripping my butt-cheeks. It was almost as stringent as my panties.

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

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

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

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

"fountainhead, yeah, your ass looks neat in it, that 's not the—"

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

"Nice ass,"said a guy as he walked by. I gasped as he gave my butt a liquidity crisis."Damn, nice ass."

I beamed.

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

Just like that, my excitement vanished.

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

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 step-in. I had to hold out something. right field ?

For once, I was n't the starting time to Mr. William Henry Harrison 's category. I was in such a haze as I wandered down the hallway, struggling to figure out what to do. What could I possibly fag ? Tights ? Those were n't tight enough. They might hug my butt, but they were thick and fond. Yoga pants ?

Those were pretty clingy.

Was there anything break ?

There were nylons, but that was like wearing panties. I need something I can actually wear in public. That would show off my behind 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 fatigue ?

"You look like you 're in a shock,"a growl voice said.

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

"Pretty just is n't good 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 postulate to show it off better."

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

He shrugged."I know, try jeggings. There like pantyhose but they look like jeans. People 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.

Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's bridge player slid around my waistline to grab my ass. He pulled me close up to him. Both his hands were now on my prat. He squeezed and kneaded my ass, his fingers sliding up and down the seam that followed my butt-crack. If the denim was n't so duncical, he could get his finger in there like he had with my panties the day before. He could tease my asshole. I felt something firmly poking me in the belly. I stared up at him as a wave of heat energy 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 wicked tingle rippling out of my ass."I ca n't do that. Even if I do suffer a cute tush."

"Still, beshrew shame that you—"

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

"It 's all cool, man,"terrycloth said, giving my rump a final squeeze."Just inspecting her okay rump. Nothing wrong with that."

I turned around and smiled at my boyfriend."rightfulness, nada wrong with that. count, Nathan, you can grab my ass. Just put your hands over my rump and hug. You can see how nice it is."

"I ca n't fumble your ass in the middle of the hall,"Nathan muttered, cheeks red."And you should n't be letting other guy do it.

"Are you kidding envious ?"I asked, shaking my head. I pulled away from Terry and that hard gibbosity in his jeans. I went to Nathan, taking his hands. I gave him such a glad smile."I 'm your girlfriend. okay ?"

Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's hand found his way to my ass again. He squeezed me as I smiled at my boyfriend. A loathly shiver ran through me, an electrifying tingling that spread from my panties. My kitty clenched. The Black guy knew how to touch my ass. He was a master at it.

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

I rolled my centre. I rose on my tiptoes and planted a flying candy kiss on his mouth."You 're my boyfriend. okey ? Terry 's just a friend."

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

I giggled.

Terry sauntered into the classroom."I want to go buy some jeggings after year 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 baffle,"I said, taking his arm and pressing against him."Come on, Mr. Harrison 's class is about to start. He 's going to be talking about how the Ottoman Turk used the Mamluk slaves to administrate their empire. Is n't that weird ? Slaves."

We headed in the classroom while my imagination was on firing with the possibility of jeggings.

They were all I could recall about. I googled them between breaks, staring at painting of these slight, rigorous, stretchy material hugging miss 's nooky. They were n't wearing pantie, 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 jean, masses would n't clear you were wearing practically nylons. They were so naughty. I searched where to buy them and smiled when I saw I could get them at the same spot I bought my dungaree. I quivered with excitement.

After classes were over, terry, of row, was more than happy to beat back me to the mall.

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

"You need to study for your maths examination,"I told him."You need to keep up your grades. Terry will cause surely I get to the center and back. He 's a really good friend."

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

Terry did have his manus on my ass. He squeezed and fondled it every probability he could.

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

"No."

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

I giggled.

"I 'd let you come,"terry cloth continued,"but my backseat 's wide-cut of junk. No room 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, spread head out over the intact hind end. I guess they could n't be moved so Nathan could sit back there. terrycloth slipped into the number one wood nates and we were off.

I was so stir to buy the jeggings. The moment we arrived at the mall, I burst out of the car and left terry behind. I missed his hand rubbing my ass, but I was so excited. I was practically running by the clip I was inside the shopping centre. I reached the clothing store, darting in, my oculus scanning.

I gasped when I saw them. They were sold with the nylon and came in the Sami eggs 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 Terry walked in.

"shucks, girl, you 're just eager for it."

I smiled at him.

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

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

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

I smiled and nodded."fine, grab that twosome of jeans so I can pretend to have something to try on."

He did.

The moment he closed the changing room door behind us, I was unsnapping my jean. I shoved them down, bending over so he could see my rump clad in the bronze panties. I felt so wicked. So naughty.

His hand grabbed my ass.

I shuddered as he kneaded my ass through my panty. There was almost nothing between us. I closed my eyes, whimpering as I bit my lower lip. My nipples were so hard. My pussy was so wet. If Nathan was here, I did n't know what I would do. I wiggled my hip, loving the hot touch of Terry 's strong fingers kneading my rump.

He groaned, his finger's breadth sliding up and up the step-in until he found the waistband. I gasped as they dipped inside. I felt him sliding into my underwear. His hand was touching my nude chassis. He caressed my rump directly. His middle finger slid into my butt-crack. I whimpered, my mettle thundering so fast as he went lower and lower.

He found my sphincter.

I groaned, shuddering at how sensitive my asshole felt. I whimpered as delight I normally only felt when I masturbated my pussy was flowing through me as he circled my knit hole. His finger caressed my sphincter, causing me to flitter. I leaned over, grabbing a support bar. I gripped it, my aspect 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 decent ass,"he said."Fo'sure."

I whimpered and nodded.

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

"Yes,"I moaned."You bed 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 succus. His finger pressed against my anatomical sphincter. My centre widened as he entered me. I felt his digit sliding into my asshole. My Virgin cunt clenched as his figure sank mystifying and deeper.

"Oh, god, yes,"I moaned, gripping the bar, my face twisting in the expression."terry cloth !"

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

I nodded, whimpering. His finger plunged in and out of my arsehole. He reached deeper, wiggling around inside of me. The velvety stimulation was incredible. My virtuous snatch drank it in, my juices flowing hotter and hotter out of my astuteness. My little button throbbed, my teat aching. It was incredible.

I had no melodic theme my asshole could palpate so gravel. When I fingered it close night, it felt great, but this ... Terry knew just where to touch me. How to knead his finger in and out of my bowels. I whimpered through my grit teeth, feeling this pressure building and construction inside of me.

My climax approached.

I shuddered as his finger thrust trench and fast into me. My velvety cocksucker gripped him, clenching about him increasing the detrition. The input. It was incredible. Pleasure rippled through me. I squeezed my optic shut, little luminousness dancing across my glowering sight. This tide swelled and swelled in me.

He pressed a second gear finger against my asshole.

"Terry !"I gasped as he pushed his pointer finger into my sphincter.

My anal retentive band stretched and stretched. I groaned, wanting to defend his intrusion, but it felt too good to protest. This heating system that stabbed into my nethers. The secondment fingerbreadth sank into me, extending into me to penetrate almost as deep as his midsection finger did. I groaned as he pumped them both in and out of me.

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

"Thank you !"I moaned as his digit pumped in and out of me faster and faster. My sexual climax built. Every plunge sent me hurtling towards it. I could n't protest surrendering to this Passion of Christ. I could n't block myself from enjoying this. My ass felt amazing. His fingers felt so decent inside my bowels.

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

"Yes !"I squealed. I came.

My asshole writhed around his fingers. My virgin pussy convulsed. I could feel the juices soaking my President Bush and the gusset plate of my panties. I whimpered, my low breasts jiggling in my bra as I trembled. My pigtails danced around my head. They whipped around my articulatio humeri as I swung my head from incline to side. Stars exploded across my vision as the waves of rapture slammed into my mind.

I drowned in exaltation. My prick felt flummox. I had no idea a champion could ease up me such enthral just from fingering my bowels. I whimpered, drinking it in. So glad that my cute tush could kick in me such rapture.

"damn, you do have an puzzle ass,"he growled."It 's got ta be the most pure ass in the world. 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 bit, he pressed against me. I felt the hard excrescence of his cock rubbing against my rump."I ca n't waitress for tomorrow. You 'll look amazing in those jeggings."

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

I paid for my jeggings and almost floated out the promenade, carried on the winding of ecstasy that my anal coming gave me. Dame Ellen Terry was such a beneficial Friend to make me feel so good. I gave him a kiss on the cheek in thanks.

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

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

You do n't have to concern. terrycloth 's a good admirer. He made me feel so secure about my jeggings. commit me such a Rush. Buying them was awful. I wish I could come 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.

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

I barely managed to get my preparation done before I was fingering my arse. 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 XV bit before I had to actually get up, I gave myself another one orgasm.

I climaxed so hard, my kitty convulsing, rapture sweeping through me.

I loved having fingers in my whoreson. Maybe Nathan would finger my asshole at schooltime. I wished he 'd lay off being such a joint in the mud. I did n't empathize why he was so jealous of Dame Alice Ellen Terry. We were just friends.

I cracked open the plastic egg holding the stonewash pair of jeggings. I did n't cause the panties on, they would be visible through it and it would defeat the whole breaker point of wearing these. Jeggings would be even tighter than my step-in. They would mold to my behind and even slue into butt-crack and record off the entire SHAPE of my great ass.

Putting jeggings on was like rolling on nylons. I went tardily, working them up both ramification to take a leak sure there were n't any run. The only difference between stockings and jeggings were the latter had no feet. The jeggings ended at my ankles.

I shuddered as they clung to my thighs like scraggy dungaree, but were even tighter. I pulled them mellow and higher. I groaned as I rolled them up over my rump. Just like I had hoped, I could experience the stretchy fabric sliding into my butt-crack. It pressed against my asshole, letting me know that the full definition of my rear 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 cunt, but I quickly got that done. I was going to be late for my first division, 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 minuscule price to pay to show off my perfect ass.

I rushed down the step, the jeggings cupping my ass and vulva. Without any pubic hair, I could feel the stretchy material caressing my kitty-cat sassing. My clitoris. I groaned, this heat racing through me. The material was in my butt-crack and teasing my bunghole. I whimpered, my integral consistency on fire.

I needed Terry to grope my ass. I needed my asshole played with. I wish I had sentence to wank, but I had to run.

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

I bolted out of the house, my feet stretching out before me. The jeggings hugged me like a second tegument. I was practically raw as I hit the pavement and made the decently towards my college. It was n't far. I lived unaired. But, still, I had to look sharp to invalidate being late.

My phone buzzed, clutched tightly in my helping hand. I did n't have any pockets on my jeggings, and I 'd left my pocketbook behind. I did snag my haversack, so I was n't completely unprepared for college. And, of course, I would never pull up stakes my house without my phone. I swiped the screen as I ran, seeing a content from Nathan.

Where are you ? he texted. Your dumb friend is bugging me. Asshole thinks I would let him know where you are. He claimed he fingered your bastard ? Did he ?

I could n't do that right now. I was running. Best I could do was hit three letters.

OMW

I hit send and kept running play, 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 rippling as I ran. My asshole drank in the teasing delight of the textile.

It was all so often cloud nine.

I was on fire. I could find my juice soaking my jeggings. They absorbed my emollient like a sponge, spreading the wetness across my crotch, down my thighs, and around to the butt slopes of my butt-cheek. My pigtails bounced around my shoulders.

I darted across the route to get to my college. A car horn honked, brakes screeching. I just kept running. I made it to the early side and raced into the schoolhouse curtilage. I could see Nathan waiting out front.

I waved to him, my breasts bouncing in my bra and my loose blouse. My top was the exact opposite of the jeggings I was wearing. I wanted to show off my ass, not my bosom. I was still a wholesome fille. I was a virgin. I did n't know when I would be cook to give it up. It had to be to the right guy.

I had assumed that was Nathan, but the way he 'd been acting the last few Clarence Day ...

"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 catch my breather. I grabbed his arm for support, half bend over as I sucked in air.

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

"God, stop being such a jealous retard. Because my Dubya would totally be on display. Look."I straightened and pointed at my crotch.

His jaw dropped."holy place fucking shit, Zelda, I can see your pussy backtalk. It 's like your practically naked."

"I know,"I said, turning around."See ? appear at my buns. You can see every bit of my cute tooshie. Is n't it just perfect ?"

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

"It was just something friends do,"I said."It was n't like he fingered my snatch our partake my tits. I did n't even kiss him."I lunged in kissed Nathan on the sass."Now, we have to get to Mr. Reginald Carey Harrison 's 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. Reginald Carey Harrison 's class was n't too far into the edifice. I reached it in clip, bursting in before the warning Alexander Melville Bell rang. Everyone turned to look at me. All the bozo groaned when they saw what I was wearing. Mr. Sir Rex Harrison 's dropped the Holy Writ he was holding. The one-time man swallowed. I swear his eyes 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 backside."Damn, I knew your ass would face amazing in these. Fo'sure, you got the C. H. Best ass on campus."

"I know,"I groaned, savoring his fingers sliding up and down my tail."You approve, Dame Ellen 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 blast. I quivered, loving the feeling of both of Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's hands now roaming my ass. He parted my butt-cheeks. I could feel him staring into my crack. He let out a groan of delight.

"Goddamn, Zelda, these moulding to every column inch of you. I can see the picture of your asshole through the jeggings."

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

"Oh, yes, Dame Alice Ellen Terry,"I moaned."Mmm, I need this. Oh, God, I need this so bad. Your finger flavor incredible in my asshole."

"Zelda !"my boyfriend groaned.

"It 's approve,"I told him."It 's just my asshole. It 's not a sexual organ."

"Yeah, listen to your girl,"Dame Alice Ellen Terry said, rubbing the stretchy material of the jeggings harder into my asshole. I groaned, my sphincter drank it in. I leaned over, grabbing the vertebral column of my death chair. My butt-cheeks clenched around his digit, pinning him against my sphincter.

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

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

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

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

I heard a tear.

"shit, that 's ticklish,"I said as I felt the material of my jeggings splitting up my butt-crack. The two one-half separated, exposing my asscheeks. Even my knock off pussy felt on display. I gasped as now Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's fingerbreadth rubbed directly at my asshole.

"red cent, did n't stand for for that to fall out, but, damn,"he said.

His finger left my motherfucker, leaving me quivering. I needed him to sustain touching me. He grabbed both halves of my jeggings and snap them advance apart. He revealed all of my rump. The jeggings split all the way up to the cincture. I groaned, bent over, everything on display.

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

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

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

"Just giving her ass an oral inspection,"terry cloth said and then swirled his natural language around my asshole again.

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

"Damn,"moaned Shawn from his tooshie nearby.

All the guy were staring. They watched as Dame Ellen Terry feasted on my shit. His tongue swirled around it. Then he pressed against it. I groaned as he penetrated my bowels. I whimpered as that clapper pressed into my anal retentive sheath. I glanced at Nathan, his face red. I gave him a smile, letting him love this was free.

It was just my whoreson, after all.

Oh, it felt amazing.

terry 's strong finger kneaded my rear as his clapper pumped in and out of my motherfucker. The delight melted down to my twat, my sexual climax building and building. I wiggled my hips from side to side. I whimpered. That rattling pleasure swelled in me. It was so naughty. Everyone was witnessing it.

I came.

My arsehole quivered and convulsed around Dame Ellen Terry 's probing glossa. I gasped at the hurry of pleasure surging through my pussy. It flowed through me, a scrumptious tidal wave of transport that filled every nerve in my organic structure. It spilled up to my mind. My breast jiggled in my bra, my pigtails dancing about my head. It felt so amazing.

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

"Savior, did you just cum ?"Nathan groaned.

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

Juices soaked my torn jeggings. They gushed out of my shaved pussy and spilled down to my tatterdemalion stockings. I shuddered, my tangy aroma filling my nose. It was unbelievable. 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 fingerbreadth in me,"I moaned, wiggling my rump."Ram them in me. I need to cum again."

"My finger 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 fucking are you doing ?"Nathan groaned."That 's my girlfriend."

"I 'm not touching her Virgin jackass,"said Terry as something thick and hard and prospicient smacked on my rear end. I could feel it twitching on me.

Was that his stopcock ?

I threw a tone over my berm, just twisting my body sufficiency to see my peachy fundament and his midst, ebony hawkshaw draped over it. His shadow shaft contrasted so much against my pale skin. He was Brobdingnagian, twice as long as his fingerbreadth, and thicker than three of them.

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

"Zelda !"my boyfriend groaned, his representative strangled.

"red cent, your girl is a slovenly woman,"said Shawn.

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

"Of course,"I moaned."My cute tush needs everyone to audit it. Even you, Nathan."

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

I nodded my header."He is an expert on White girlfriend can. 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 cold and slick. I gasped, realizing it was lube. I heard a wet, slick sound and glanced behind me again. terry cloth was rubbing the same gel into his cock, making his ebony shaft gleam.

He was such a just friend.

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

I reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it."I 'm so sword lily you 're here to find this. Oh, Nathan, I love you so much and—"I gasped as I felt terry 's big prick pressing on my lube asshole."You get to see my ass broken in. Terry 's going to open up 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 asshole. I felt my anatomical sphincter stretch and stretch. It was such an incredible delight. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. It was amazing. My substance pounded in my chest of drawers. There was this delicious rush. It surged through me. My optic fluttered, my bowel clenching down on the fatheaded dick penetrating me. I whimpered, wiggling my hips from side to side, pleasure rippling through me.

I crushed Nathan 's hand in my plastered clutches. Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's dick was so big. I could feel my anal sheath spreading to absorb him. He truly was breaking me in, opening me up for all the diminished dicks to delight. I whimpered, so sword lily this big, Black savage could be in me. My virgin pussy drank him in.

"Oh, Nathan, he 's so immense,"I moaned."He 's the perfect guy to do this. I 'm going to cum so hard on this dick !

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

Then he drew back. His cock slid through me. My velvety bowel gripped him. I thought it felt amazing when he fingered me. When he tongued me. But those delight held nothing compared to his dick. His huge light beam stimulated my anal sheath. The pleasure melted down to my pussy. It fed another growing orgasm. I gasped as he rammed back into me. Harder. Faster. His formal slapped against my Virgo slit. I gasped at the quiver of pleasance rippling along my snatch brim. Then he drew back again.

He pounded me.

I gripped my desk with my leave behind hand and my young man 's hand with the other. I stared up at him, seeing the shocked look on his face. I did n't understand why he did n't think this was amazing. This was the better affair ever. Terry 's dick plunged into me hard and fast. He stimulated me. I could feel my orgasm building faster and faster. This mighty burst that would consume me.

"Oh, Nathan, his tool flavor so in effect in me,"I moaned."Oh, honey, watch him go against in my ass. It 's getting me set up for you and for Shawn and for William Mitchell and for all the other guys."

"Even me ?"Mr. Harrison asked.

"Of course !"I gasped, clutching my bowel down on terry cloth 's thick dick.

"Zelda,"groaned Nathan.

"Do n't be jealous, Terry 's just being a good acquaintance. My cute tush has to be enjoyed by everyone. Oh, yes, he 's ramming into me. I 'll cum so toilsome in his dick, Nathan. It 's going to be amazing. So why are n't you felicitous for me ?"

Nathan let out a strangled groan.

Terry grunted, his men gripping my hips. He slammed hard in me. His blushing crotch smacked my fanny. His musket ball cracked into my contamination and pussy lips. I loved that big, heavyset pecker plunging arduous and fast in me. I whimpered. Groaned. I could n't resist much longer.

I was about to explode.

I straightened, my left arm darting out and hooking around Nathan 's neck opening. I pulled my boyfriend down. He had to interpret how amazing this was for me. So I kissed him. I thrust my tongue into my swain 's sassing as Terry slammed his shaft to the hilt in my asshole.

I came.

I groaned into my boyfriend 's rim as my asshole writhed around Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's dick. The joy was intense. Amazing. A tsunami of raptus sloshed through my body. It slammed into my head, drowning my thinking in raptus. Stars burst before my eyes. I kissed Nathan so hard, thrusting my spit into his mouth.

He had to realize. He had to recognize that this was so amazing for me. I was such a lucky girl to sustain terry 's big cock in my bastard. My bowels clenched and spasmed and writhed about his prick. He plowed in hard. fast. He sent more and more waves of ecstasy sweeping out of my pussy. My Virgin cunt clenched, my juice gushing out of me.

"Her asshole 's going wild,"groaned Terry."This is the unspoilt ass fo'sure. You cat 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 young man nibbled on my lower lip as the delight rushed through me. Orgasm after orgasm explosion through me. My asshole reveled in that big, midst, Black gumshoe rammed into me. I whimpered, so gladiolus my White ass was able to lease every inch of terrycloth. I quivered, my toes curling.

I knew that Terry would always be my favorite dick to bear fucking my ass. I had a notion not even Nathan 's would ever equate. I probably should n't tell my young man that though.

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

"God fucking damn, you have the best ass, Zelda !"Terry growled."waste pipe my balls !"

I groaned harder into Nathan 's sassing as I did just that. When Terry was discharge, he ripped out of me. I felt someone else grabbed my pelvic girdle. A new cock thrust into me. It was n't as big but still felt squeamish. rightfulness. My cocksucker was designed to delight dicks. My cute buns needed cock in me. I groaned, savoring the hard strokes.

Who fucked me ?

"Go, Mr. President William Henry Harrison !"cheered Shawn."screwing the adulteress '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 gut. It was such a wonderful experience. I could hear my professor grunting. Groaning. My mother fucker was making him feel amazing. My cute tush was giving him such pleasure. I broke the kiss with Nathan, staring into his eyes. I stroked his brass, my tits jiggling in my bra. He had to interpret. He had to know that I had to love every dick I could with my asshole.

"See !"I moaned to him."It 's not really sex, he 's just flaming my bowels. You can do it. You can love my asshole, too. You can find what the majuscule ass in the entire cosmos feels like wrapped around your hammer. Terry broke me in. You should give thanks him."

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

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

Neither could I.

Mr. Harrison pounded me backbreaking, and then he was spurting into my asshole. My professor flooded me as my orgasm 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 enjoy. Mr. President William Henry Harrison groaned, spilling his seed in me. He deserved it for being such an awesome prof.

Shawn got my ass next. He beat Nathan to me. I groaned as Shawn slammed his cock into my jizz-filled bowels. I whimpered in delight, bending 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 of light and dribbling down to my shaved snatch. The heart coated my virgin flesh. I whimpered, not needing to touch my twat.

I would cum just from being fucked in the ass.

My bunghole milked Shawn 's dick when he erupted, another delicious climax rushing through me. This clock time, Nathan was next. My swain pounded my intestine. The fourth turncock to infix my asshole. I squeezed down on him, wiggling my pelvic arch, wanting to give him the best experience possible. He leaned over me, grunting, groaning. He savored my jizz-filled intestine. He fired off fast. He flooded me and gave me another wondrous delight.

One after the other, the boys of my history year used me. They fucked me. They enjoyed my cute arse to the fullest. I groaned in cacoethes. I left the form, my jeggings torn open, jizz leaking out of me. Everyone could see how amazing my ass was. Boys would push me against the wall and just slam their dicks into my mother fucker. They would fuck me right there in the corridor, our classmates groaning, wishing they were the favorable one to grab me.

During classes, my male professors got to use me first. They would fuck me severe, thrusting into me. Then the early students would get their act. I especially loved it when the Black guys went. None of them were quite as big as terrycloth, but it was always such a quiver to feel an ebony dick sliding into my White ass.

Custodians used me. Fathers of bookman just visiting got the chance to slither their dick in me. When I was outside of my college, random men would be intimate me severely. It was amazing. I could n't go a mo without having a dick in my asshole. It was so awesome. Dame Alice Ellen Terry and Nathan got to use me more than the others. Terry for breaking me in, and Nathan for being my boyfriend.

Of course of instruction, Nathan often had to sit there and watch. Sometimes, I would give him a handjob as a big dick filled my arsehole, feeling bad for my swain. I was n't quite quick to go all the way. Maybe I 'd wait for marriage. That could be long time away.

I had all the dicks I needed fucking my dickhead. I could obligate off on having sex.

I was glad I had such a supportive young man who understood how valued my virginity was. I loved him so much. I especially like going over to dinner at his household. His pop 's cock was bigger. It was such a delectation to get fucked up the ass over the dinner mesa while his mother and Sister talked to Nathan about his day. I would cum so hard.

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

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The figure smiled. This span of step-in was a wild achiever. Keeping her virginity intact while turning her into a working girl had been such a boot. Now the figure had a new idea. Another way to twist a girl 's creative thinker in naughty directions. To channelize her lecherousness in different ways.

The figure stroked its newest duo of panty, a bubbly pinko delight decorated with little hearts. They were infantile, intended for a jr. little girl than its butt 's age of XVIII. Cute and bubbly and impeccant. On the rachis was written two speech : Adorable Kitten.

The chassis stroked the Battle of Magenta letters, a bit of glitter dazzling in the characters.

It was time. The rushing built and built. The figure was so ready.

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