Mind-Control panty

taradiddle Ten : Cutie 's Hot Ass

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure was running off the high of its last mind-control junket. It still enjoyed the bombination from the in conclusion little girl who wore one of its step-in. She 'd been transformed. So had been all those around the girl. The effect had rippled out, touching the life-time of everyone who came near her. That was n't uncommon with one of its dyad of step-in, but this effect was delicious. It had enjoyed watching the transformation.

But now it was interested in a new transformation.

The fig moved through the near-empty halls of the college with these. The figure was characterless. mundane. It clearly did n't go in this place of education, but no one gave it a sec glimpse. The mist made it workaday. Though spiritual domain, the vapourish magic was there.

The Lapplander magic that wreathed the panties it made.

The anatomy smiled as it entered Mr. Rex Harrison 's classroom. Its center glanced around the room, drunkenness in the batch. course of orderly desks. Posters hung on the wall talking about the prof 's subject : history. One held a flowchart showing the evolution of the roman type state, another had fastball points of the John R. Major events a globe War I. The figure stopped at one desk. right up front, gist of the row. The anatomy shuddered, knowing Zelda would sit her. She was the perfect girl for this distich of pantie. The satin, tan pantie were made for her. The figure carefully draped the panty across the desk, stroking the silver letters across the seat.

Cute Tush.

The pattern smiled, eager for its newest instauration to be donned. Eager for the hurry of mind-controlling another individual girl who put them on.

The bod swept down the rows of desks, navigating between them on the way to the room access. Just as it was about to make the door, it opened. As usual, Zelda Carter had arrived early for her first off class. She was the type of girl who liked to be on fourth dimension. Proper. She wore a pink, cashmere sweater, farsighted sleeve and high neck opening, and a dame that fell past her knees, pink leging peeking out.

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

In her idea, the flesh was nothing to a greater extent than a janitor. A steward that had every right to be in the schoolroom. She stepped aside, the figure of speech sweeping out, soon to have vanished entirely from the person world.

Not that Zelda knew. Or cared.

She was eager to larn from her darling professor. History was a delightful subject area to her. She loved uncovering the past. Learning about all the idiosyncrasy that others had made. It was why, though she was twenty, she still had her virginity. She 'd learn the write up about the daughter who 'd given up their cherries Whitney Moore Young Jr., surrendering to the bestial lustfulness of their boyfriend or to their own carnal desires.

Those girls were invariably unsatisfied.

She wanted her kickoff clip to be perfect. With a boy that she knew she loved. She had a boyfriend, but she was n't for certain 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 estimation all skittered through her mind as she approached her desk, view dancing to and fro as she thought about early affair. She made sure she had all her homework done, cataloging all the duty assignment 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 impact. She picked up the panties, feeling a prickling running through her."Where did you fall from ?"

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

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

The door to the classroom creaked open.

Gasping, panicking at being caught holding a pair of panties, she shoved them into her skirt pouch, balling them deep. She whirled around to see Mr. Reginald Carey Harrison enter. He was a tall, dark-haired man with brown eyes 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 scanty in her pocket."Sorry, I 'm just so eager to learn about the fall of Constantinople today. Are we going to cover it ?"

"The breaker point in sentence were cannons defeated the greatest 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 pantie. I shuddered as I stepped into the satin, silky underwear. A thrill raced up my branch as I dragged them up my calves. These were the panties I found yesterday when I arrived at my history class. I did n't be intimate why anyone would leave them behind. What missy would do that ? I should n't accept put them in my pocket.

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

I was just so curious to see what they would experience like. I always bought plain, boring panties. I never wore the riskier stuff, always telling myself that I was n't quick to recede my virginity When I was, then I would buy a twain of lacy underwear. Maybe even a thong.

Until I was ready to testify 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 pantie felt so bland against my thighs. A hot itchiness formed in my kitty-cat as I pulled the waistband up over my rump. I groaned at the slick feel of the fabric. It cupped across my rear end, covering every inch of my butt-cheeks. It almost hugged them, gripping them like a pair of script. I shuddered, wiggling my rump.

Did I have a cute tush ?

I blushed at that cerebration, my head shaking. My inglorious pigtails danced around my fount. My little breasts jiggled. I snagged my plain, white bra and pulled it on as I struggled to get used to this new dyad of panties.

They made my tegument flavor so energise. Especially across my rump. Everywhere they touched me felt alive. Electrified. I licked my lips, wondering if I should require 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 go forth them on. I 'd already wear them, and they did feel kind of nice, even if they made me feel like I was a short bit of a pervy young woman. My brass were burning as I put on the relief of my apparel. I pulled on a empurple sweater, loving the muzzy look of it on my skin. It did n't make me finger naughty.

Not like these panties.

Then I grabbed a black-market doll. I stepped into it, pulling it up my legs. It was a long one, I did n't need to fag out tights today with this couplet. I like wearing skirt. They were so graceful. It made me feel so womanly. I knew gobs of girl like wearing blue jean or bloomers because they were comfy, but boys wore those, too.

I wanted to be feminine.

I zipped up my skirt and then frowned at my thoughtfulness in the mirror. I turned, staring at my position profile. Did this bird make my rump look nice ? Did I have a cute fanny ? It was hard to say. The autumn 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 physical composition, I combed my hairsbreadth and wore clean clothes, but I was n't worried about how my figure looked to others. But ... I bit my lower lip, thinking my rump did n't attend precious at all in the skirt. It bothered me for some reason.

Why ?

That thought echoed through my intellect. Why did I wish so much ? I rubbed my men on my skirt as I headed down the stairs. All my way to my college, all I could call back about was how others saw me. Did they look at me and think,"That girl does n't have a great ass. I mean, look at what she 's wearing. If she had a cute bottom, 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 resource. My skirt did n't take in my rump look unflattering. rightfield ? I needed an opinion.

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

"You ask that like we were n't texting the entire way to school,"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 promptly candy kiss on the mouth. I could feel his hands on my lower back. Why did n't they slide lower and cup my tush ? Did n't he think I had a cute ass ? It made me squirm.

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

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

I broke away from him and turned around, twisting my torso to gaze at back at him over my articulatio humeri. My black pigtails swept off my shoulders as I did."Does this skirt make my ass aspect good ?"

He stared at them and frowned."Well, yeah, I guess it 's fine,"he said."I mean, you 're always wearing dame. And that 's the best your ass is going to look in them. Maybe you could fag out tighter skirts. 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 cute enough,"I muttered.

"Geez,"he groaned."I did n't mean to micturate 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 wanted people to know I had a precious can. The satiny pantie I wore tingled around my ass, gripping my butt. For a moment, I wanted to just overturn up my wench and ask what he thought of my ass cupped in that risque satin. My face burned at the thought process even as my snatch grew so hot.

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

I wanted that to be decent, but ...

I was the first person to enter Mr. Harrison 's class. I liked getting there early, eager to learn. My boyfriend shared my history grade, but he always refused to go in early with me. He always broke off to go string up out with his friend for a couple of minutes before classes started. Yesterday 's lesson on the capitulation of Constantinople was amazing. Today we were going to talk about how Sultan Mehmed II set up the butt of his imperium in the new city, changing Constantinople to Istanbul.

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

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

Instead, I asked Dame Alice Ellen 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 speckle on his chin. I walked up to him, ignoring the rummy expression from Nathan.

"Terry ?"I asked, turning my physical structure to show off my side profile."Does this skirt make my ass look cunning ?"

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

Terry paused, his eyes flicking me up and down. I noticed his hunger stirring in those wickedness depths. His eyes brimmed with this Passion that sent a revolting tingle through me. My butt-cheeks clenched as my panties seemed to almost electrify my rump. 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 amercement,"he said."It 's really strong to say more, though. Your skirt does n't really underscore your rump."

"I know,"I said."That 's what I was afraid of. Do you think I should endure different clothes to indicate my ass off better ?"

"Oh, definitely,"he said."There 's nothing like a white girl with a nice ass."He reached out and squeeze it, bringing a gasp from Nathan 's lip."Yeah, you got potential difference. I have to see it in something better to have it away 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 bear something better. Maybe I should buy some jeans after classes are over ?"

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

"Yeah. He was just inspecting it."I said."He had to recognize if I had any potentiality. Are you covetous ?"I grinned and took his arm. I rubbed my impudence against his shoulder."That 's cute. You know you have zippo to interest 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 ready, but I never knew. The time had to be perfect.

"Well, I guess,"he said.

I asked other guy wire about their opinion throughout the day. The consensus was unanimous : my skirt just did not demonstrate off my backside to its fullest. They kept saying words like"delicately"or"okay"or even"meh."I needed to do better than meh ! I knew my buttocks was precious. Hot. I needed to show it off. I had to buy new jeans.

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

"wellspring,"he said, rubbing at the book binding of his neck. He did n't seem enthusiastic."I guess I can fall. But, I mean, you do n't have to change your tone. You know that, right ? You 're okay the way you are."

"I guess,"I said. He should be more supportive."Maybe Terry would care to come with me and founder his advice."

Nathan blinked."What ?"

"I 'll see you later, Nathan,"I said, planting a kiss on his buttock."Terry seems to be a much better jurist on a White female child 's ass. He 'll be perfect."

I left Nathan behind, confused why he would be spluttering. What was incorrect 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 ass, my ass tingling from the silky panties that gripped it. I was so excited about this. I knew my rump would reckon telling in my new blue jean.

Dame Ellen Terry would help me beak out the best brace to show off my cute tush to its fullest.

I strolled into the shopping center with Terry, my essence beating with upheaval. We did n't go to my usual give up seat, the department memory, but to one of the voguish fund. I smiled when I saw the jeans on display on the framework in the presentation windowpane. They were so tight. They had little hearts drawn in pink spangles on the erect sack.

I tingled, just knowing these would be perfect.

Of course, I grabbed the pair with the nub, plus a few more than couplet of penny-pinching denim. I buzzed with hullabaloo as I headed into the changing room. In there, I stripped out of my ho-hum skirt, pausing for a moment to look up to how my rump looked in the bronze panties. The silver letters were backward in the mirror, but I knew what they spelled.

I had what they said.

I grabbed the pair of blue jean with the tenderness on the back pouch, trembling in excitement. I stepped my wooden leg into the pair, shuddering as I drew the bloomers up. I, of row, owned some blue jean, mainly for doing outdoor clobber. 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 leg, feeling the cloth molding to my skin. I wiggled my hips as I pulled them over my fanny. As I fastened them up, I glanced in the mirror.

They definitely showed off my ass. This was so very much better than the boring skirt draping over my rear. I smiled and threw assailable the doorway to the changing room. terry cloth grinned as I stepped out, his center flicking up and down.

"cum on girl, prove me that booty. Let me see how good it looks."

I turned around, wiggling my hips.

"Damn, girl, stop shaking. Let me imbibe in the mountain of you."

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

I hit send.

I gasped as Terry 's large deal cupped both my butt-cheeks. He squeezed and kneaded my fanny, his fingers digging into the denim. I shuddered, the warmth building in my pussy. A naughty tingle rippled across my rump 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 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 boyfriend,"I said, my intact organic structure feeling live right now. The way Terry was touching me had to signify my ass was precious."What do you believe ? He 's waiting to witness out."

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

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

He chuckled."Fo'sure. And you got a expectant flavor 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 ask me to be excited that some other guy 's groping your ass right now, Nathan sent back.

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

"Fo'sure,"Terry said. He gave my ass one terminal squeeze. Then he pulled his manus away. I missed his review already."You substantially go try on those other jeans. Just to see how they fit."

I tried on the other two pairs of dungaree. Terry gave a exhaustive examination of each. I groaned, my pussy feeling so juicy. I bit my lip and whimpered as his fingers kneaded my rump. He pushed the blue jean a small bit into my butt-crack, trying to accomplish in there, but just not being able to. Heat flowed through me. My nipples ached.

If I had a date with Nathan tonight, I might be convinced to let him do to a greater extent than kiss me.

sudor broke across my forehead during the final exam review. I felt like terrycloth was taking forever to sanction them, massaging my rear.

"Definitely the initiatory yoke,"he said."Those affectionateness really set off your butt-cheeks. I just had to be thorough."

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

terrycloth followed me into the changing room. I blinked at that but did n't say anything as I unzipped my denim. I turned away from him as I pushed the jeans down my hip. When I bent over to get them past my stifle, jabbing my ass out at him. He groaned as he saw my panties.

"Now, female child, that 's a overnice looking ass. disgrace you ca n't wear upon these to class."

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

I worked the jeans 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 fabric into my genitalia. I gasped as he found my son of a bitch. He touched my sphincter muscle, rubbing it through the satin."Damn, you really got a fine ass, girlfriend. Damn fine ass."

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

"rightfield, right,"he said pulling his hands away."Do n't desire 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 young lady bum. Otherwise, he 'd be here."I smiled at terry."He is a great boyfriend."

I really, really did n't desire to put back on the skirt, but I had to walk out of here wearing something. I ended up buying a couple of pairs of the ones with hearts on them. Well, they had a smorgasbord of them. There was one with genius, another with a four-leaf common wood sorrel, and one with kissing sass. 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 have it away what I looked like when he saw me tomorrow. He would be blown away by what an pose ass I had. He could even touch it. After all, I let terrycloth fumble my ass. No reason I could n't let my boyfriend do the Same even if the thought made me blush.

That night, I felt so antsy, I had to masturbate. 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 wing hired man beneath my hind end and slid my finger into my butt-crack.

I found my asshole.

I groaned when I sank my midsection finger's breadth into my bowel. I felt so wicked. So wanton. I pumped it in and out of me while I rubbed my virgin build. I came so hard, my anal retentive sheath writhing around my digit, my juice flooding my finger. I shuddered, imagining such naughty things.

Things thicker than my figure penetrating back there.

I panted after I came down from my coming, feeling sleep pulling down at me. I rolled over, sniffing at my finger. The scent was n't bad. A sour, earthy tone. I popped it into my rima oris and sucked the tang of my ass all off my digit, and fell into sleep.

I had to wear the panty the next day.

Normally, I would n't do that, but they just felt so vex. I slipped them on first-class honours degree, that tingling racing through me. My asshole clenched, remembering my finger. Naughty thoughts danced in my caput as I pulled on my blue jean next. I went with a dyad decorated with hearts.

They were just the cut.

I wiggled the dungaree up my legs, the stretchable textile clinging to me. They showed off my great thighs and precious calves as well as a Delicious tush. I tugged the stretchable fabric over my fanny, feeling it gripping my butt-cheeks. It was almost as tight 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 refer look. I smiled at him and darted up. I stopped before him, saying,"Well ?"I turned, letting him get a look at my tooshie."What do you think ?"

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

"You think my ass is smashing !"I squealed."Please, differentiate 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 gladiolus you like my ass in this."I threw my blazon around his neck and kissed him on the brass."Oh, Nathan, you 're such a howling boyfriend."

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

I beamed.

"Shame you 're in those jeans. Be courteous 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. Jeans were n't enough to point off my ass. What could I do about that ? I could n't just go around in step-in. I had to wear something. Right ?

For once, I was n't the first to Mr. Harrison 's class. I was in such a daze as I wandered down the hallway, struggling to forecast out what to do. What could I possibly endure ? Tights ? Those were n't tight enough. They might hug my butt, but they were thick and warm. Yoga pants ?

Those were pretty clingy.

Was there anything improve ?

There were nylons, but that was like wearing step-in. I need something I can actually wear in public. That would show off my rump perfectly. Nathan was arguing in the background knowledge, 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 daze,"a grumbling voice said.

I blinked and looked up to see Dame Ellen Terry. The black guy grinned at me."I thought you 'd be looking happy. I mean, that ass looks pretty skillful in those jeans."

"Pretty proficient is n't undecomposed 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 call for to show it off better."

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

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 mental imagery on fire.

Terry 's hand slid around my waist to grab my ass. He pulled me close to him. Both his hands were now on my bum. He squeezed and kneaded my ass, his fingerbreadth sliding up and down the seam that followed my butt-crack. If the jean was n't so thick, he could get his finger's breadth in there like he had with my panty the day before. He could tease my asshole. I felt something hard poking me in the stomach. I stared up at him as a undulation of hotness 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 shame you ca n't go around naked."

I giggled, this repellent tingle rippling out of my ass."I ca n't do that. Even if I do stimulate a precious tush."

"Still, imprecate shame that you—"

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

"It 's all coolheaded, man,"Terry said, giving my tooshie a final exam squeezing."Just inspecting her all right posterior. nada wrong with that."

I turned around and smiled at my fellow."Right, zilch wrong with that. Look, Nathan, you can seize my ass. Just put your hands over my rump and credit crunch. You can see how nice it is."

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

"Are you kidding jealous ?"I asked, shaking my forefront. I pulled away from terry and that hard bulge in his denim. I went to Nathan, taking his hands. 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 fellow. A disgusting chill ran through me, an electrifying shudder that cattle ranch from my pantie. 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 eyes. I rose on my tiptoes and planted a nimble osculation on his mouth."You 're my boyfriend. Okay ? Terry 's just a friend."

"That 's all I am, okay ?"terry asked."We cool, man ?"He squeezed my tush."Be happy that your girlfriend 's got such a hunky-dory ass."terrycloth pulled his hired man away and then he smacked my rump.

I giggled.

terry cloth sauntered into the classroom."I want to go buy some jeggings after form 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 piffling mad.

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

We headed in the classroom while my resource was on fire with the theory of jeggings.

They were all I could think about. I googled them between breaks, staring at pictures of these melt off, tight, stretchy material hugging girl 's asses. 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 jean, people would n't realize 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 place I bought my jeans. I quivered with excitement.

After category were over, Terry, of course, was more than felicitous to labour me to the mall.

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

"You need to canvass for your math test,"I told him."You need to keep up your grades. terrycloth will make sure I get to the mall and back. He 's a really honorable friend."

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

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

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

"No."

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

I giggled.

"I 'd let you come,"Terry continued,"but my backseat 's full of debris. No room for you."

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

Then I was stepping into terrycloth 's car. There were couple of shirts in the back, spread out over the entire posterior. I guess they could n't be moved so Nathan could sit back there. Terry slipped into the number one wood seat and we were off.

I was so excited to buy the jeggings. The moment we arrived at the mall, I burst out of the car and left terry behind. I missed his manus rubbing my ass, but I was so agitate. I was practically running by the fourth dimension I was inside the mall. I reached the wear store, darting in, my eyes 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 work force, juggling them, when Dame Alice Ellen Terry walked in.

"tinker's dam, girl, you 're just eager for it."

I smiled at him.

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

I rolled my eyes."You do n't try on silk stocking. They 're stretchy. They 'll fit."

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

I smiled and nodded."amercement, grab that distich of jean so I can guess to have something to try on."

He did.

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

His script grabbed my ass.

I shuddered as he kneaded my ass through my panties. There was almost nothing between us. I closed my centre, whimpering as I bit my lower lip. My mammilla were so toilsome. My pussy was so wet. If Nathan was here, I did n't sleep together what I would do. I wiggled my pelvic arch, loving the hot hint of Terry 's strong finger's breadth kneading my rump.

He groaned, his fingers sliding up and up the panty until he found the waistcloth. I gasped as they dipped inside. I felt him sliding into my underwear. His deal was touching my bare flesh. He caressed my rump directly. His middle digit slid into my butt-crack. I whimpered, my affectionateness thundering so fast as he went lower and lower.

He found my sphincter.

I groaned, shuddering at how spiritualist my prick 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 finger caressed my anatomical sphincter, causing me to palpitate. I leaned over, grabbing a living bar. I gripped it, my case inches from the mirror before me.

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

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

I whimpered and nodded.

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

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

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

That was so straight. I whimpered, my pussy thawing with my juices. His finger pressed against my sphincter. My middle widened as he entered me. I felt his fingers sliding into my prick. My virgin cunt clenched as his dactyl sank deeper and deeper.

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

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

I nodded, whimpering. His finger plunged in and out of my bunghole. He reached deeper, wiggling around inside of me. The velvety foreplay was incredible. My virgin pussy drank it in, my juices flowing hotter and hotter out of my profundity. My little clit throbbed, my pap aching. It was incredible.

I had no idea my asshole could find so amazing. When I fingered it cobbler's last dark, it felt enceinte, but this ... terry knew just where to touch me. How to work his digit in and out of my bowels. I whimpered through my backbone teeth, feeling this force per unit area edifice and building interior of me.

My coming approached.

I shuddered as his finger drive trench and fast into me. My velvety asshole gripped him, clenching about him increasing the rubbing. The stimulation. It was incredible. Pleasure rippled through me. I squeezed my oculus shut, slight luminosity dancing across my shadow vision. This lunar time period swelled and swelled in me.

He pressed a second finger against my asshole.

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

My anal ring stretched and stretched. I groaned, wanting to fight his intrusion, but it felt too estimable to resist. This high temperature that stabbed into my nethers. The second finger sank into me, extending into me to imbue almost as deep as his middle finger's breadth did. I groaned as he pumped them both in and out of me.

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

"Thank you !"I moaned as his fingers pumped in and out of me faster and faster. My orgasm built. Every plunge sent me hurtling towards it. I could n't dissent surrendering to this Passion. I could n't hold back myself from enjoying this. My ass felt bewilder. His fingers felt so right inside my bowels.

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

"Yes !"I squealed. I came.

My motherfucker writhed around his finger's breadth. My virgin pussy convulsed. I could sense the juice soaking my George W. Bush and the gusset of my panty. I whimpered, my little breast jiggling in my bra as I trembled. My pigtails danced around my head. They whipped around my shoulders as I swung my head from side to side. Stars exploded across my imagination as the waves of rapture slammed into my mind.

I drowned in hug drug. My SOB felt stick. I had no theme a friend could give me such pleasure just from fingering my intestine. I whimpered, drinking it in. So happy that my cute tush could give me such rapture.

"Damn, you do have an stupefy ass,"he growled."It 's got ta be the most perfective ass in the humans. 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 minute, he pressed against me. I felt the hard jut of his rooster rubbing against my prat."I ca n't wait 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 plaza, carried on the winds of transport that my anal orgasm gave me. Terry was such a honest friend to throw me sense so near. 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 math test ! 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 got to worry. Terry 's a good Friend. He made me feel so good about my jeggings. afford me such a rush. Buying them was awesome. I wish I could get over and see you because I would probably do something naughty. But you have to learn, 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 menage, giving me a last 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 asshole. I made myself cum three times before I passed out. When I woke up, my finger was still buried in my bowels. Since I had fifteen minutes before I had to actually get up, I gave myself another one orgasm.

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

I loved having fingers in my dickhead. Maybe Nathan would feel my asshole at school. I wished he 'd break off being such a peg in the mud. I did n't understand why he was so jealous of Terry. We were just friends.

I cracked open the charge plate egg holding the stonewash duad of jeggings. I did n't own the scanty on, they would be seeable through it and it would kill the whole point of wearing these. Jeggings would be even blotto than my panties. They would influence to my keister and even slide into butt-crack and point off the fully shape of my peachy ass.

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

I shuddered as they clung to my second joint like underweight jean, but were even squiffy. I pulled them gamy and higher. I groaned as I rolled them up over my rump. Just like I had hoped, I could feel the stretchy material sliding into my butt-crack. It pressed against my prick, 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 numerate on was how obvious my chaparral was in the straw man. I had to act fast. I had never shaved my puss, but I quickly got that done. I was going to be late for my world-class 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 minor damage to pay to show off my complete ass.

I rushed down the stairs, the jeggings cupping my ass and vulva. Without any pubic hair, I could finger the stretchable material caressing my pussy lips. My clitoris. I groaned, this heat racing through me. The material was in my butt-crack and teasing my asshole. I whimpered, my intact consistency on fire.

I needed Terry to grope my ass. I needed my asshole played with. I wish I had clock time to she-bop, but I had to run.

I 'd be late for Mr. George Harrison 's social class 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 cutis. I was practically raw as I hit the sidewalk and made the correctly towards my college. It was n't far. I lived close down. But, still, I had to hurry to forfend being late.

My headphone buzzed, clutched tightly in my hand. I did n't let any pockets on my jeggings, and I 'd leave my purse behind. I did snag my backpack, so I was n't completely unprepared for college. And, of path, I would never leave my sign of the zodiac without my earpiece. I swiped the projection screen as I ran, seeing a message from Nathan.

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

I could n't respond that right now. I was running. intimately 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 clitoris pounding. The cloth 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 much bliss.

I was on fire. I could palpate my juices soaking my jeggings. They absorbed my cream like a sponge, spreading the wetness across my crotch, down my thigh, and around to the bottom slopes of my butt-cheek. My pigtails bounced around my shoulders.

I darted across the road 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 shoal cause. I could see Nathan waiting out figurehead.

I waved to him, my knocker bouncing in my bra and my loose blouse. My top was the take opposite of the jeggings I was wearing. I wanted to show off my ass, not my teat. I was still a wholesome little girl. I was a Virgo the Virgin. I did n't recognise when I would be set to throw it up. It had to be to the right guy.

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

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

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

He blinked as I came up to him. I stopped and struggled to entrance my hint. I grabbed his arm for support, half bending over as I sucked in air.

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

"God, terminate being such a jealous changeling. Because my scrub would totally be on exhibit. Look."I straightened and pointed at my crotch.

His jaw dropped."Holy piece of tail crap, Zelda, I can see your pussy rim. It 's like your practically naked."

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

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

"It was just something admirer do,"I said."It was n't like he fingered my pussy our tint my tits. I did n't even kiss him."I lunged in kissed Nathan on the brim."Now, we have to get to Mr. Harrison 's social class. It 's about to start."

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

Mr. President Harrison 's form was n't too far into the building. I reached it in time, bursting in before the monition bell rang. Everyone turned to wait at me. All the guys groaned when they saw what I was wearing. Mr. George Harrison 's dropped the book he was holding. The senior 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 croup. He held on tight, stopping me from reaching my keister."red cent, I knew your ass would look amazing in these. Fo'sure, you got the undecomposed ass on campus."

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

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

"Yes, he 's inspecting my cute tush."A hot chill ran through my pussy. I was so on fire. I quivered, loving the feel of both of Terry 's work force 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 mold to every in of you. I can see the picture of your asshole through the jeggings."

I gasped as he touched my backdoor. His finger rubbed against my sphincter. I groaned, quivering. My nipple throbbed against my bra. I licked my lips, setting my phone down on my desk. Terry was sitting right behind me. I was indisputable 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's breadth feels incredible in my asshole."

"Zelda !"my beau groaned.

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

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

He rubbed harder. My pigtails danced around my face as everyone saw Terry inspect my cute nates. All the male child were staring at me. Panting. They all knew I had a perfect ass. My back arched, another throaty groan of delight bursting through me.

"Oh, god, keep on 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. Keep stroking me, terry cloth. Get me finisher and closer to—"

I heard a tear.

"darn, that 's delicate,"I said as I felt the material of my jeggings splitting up my butt-crack. The two halves separated, exposing my asscheeks. Even my shaved pussy felt on display. I gasped as now Terry 's finger rubbed directly at my asshole.

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

His fingerbreadth left my prick, leaving me quivering. I needed him to restrain touching me. He grabbed both halves of my jeggings and tore them advance apart. He revealed all of my tush. The jeggings split all the way up to the waistband. I groaned, bent grass 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, dear. He 's just licking my asshole."I shuddered as Terry 's tongue slid around my sphincter."He 's not pertain my kitty-cat at all."

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

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

"Damn,"moaned Shawn from his butt nearby.

All the guy cable were staring. They watched as Terry feasted on my prick. His knife 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 expression red. I gave him a smile, letting him get it on this was innocuous.

It was just my asshole, after all.

Oh, it felt amazing.

Terry 's strong finger kneaded my nates as his tongue pumped in and out of my asshole. The delight melted down to my pussy, my orgasm building and construction. I wiggled my hips from side to side. I whimpered. That marvelous pleasure swelled in me. It was so risque. Everyone was witnessing it.

I came.

My asshole quivered and convulsed around Terry 's probing tongue. I gasped at the kick of pleasure surging through my cunt. It flowed through me, a delicious tidal wave of ecstasy that filled every spunk in my eubstance. It spilled up to my idea. My breasts jiggled in my bra, my pigtails dancing about my head. It felt so amazing.

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

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

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

Juices soaked my tear jeggings. They gushed out of my plane pussy and spilled down to my tattered stockings. I shuddered, my tangy aroma filling my nose. It was incredible. I love cumming from anal stimulation.

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

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

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

"My fingers 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 piece of tail are you doing ?"Nathan groaned."That 's my girlfriend."

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

Was that his cock ?

I threw a look over my berm, just twisting my physical structure adequate to see my peachy tooshie and his thick, ebony dick draped over it. His iniquity shaft contrasted so a great deal against my blanch skin. He was immense, twice as long as his fingers, and thicker than three of them.

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

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

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

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

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

"Once I break her in for all of you,"Dame Ellen Terry grunted, his hammer moving.

I nodded my heading."He is an expert on tweed lady friend asses. 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 silken. I gasped, realizing it was lubricating substance. I heard a wet, slick speech sound and glanced behind me again. Terry was rubbing the same gel into his cock, making his jet black quill gleam.

He was such a goodness friend.

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

I reached out and grabbed his hired 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 Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's big cock pressing on my lubed asshole."You get to see my ass broken in. Terry 's going to open up me up for everyone to enjoy my cute tail. Oh, Nathan, this is all I want !"

I groaned as Terry pressed his putz against my asshole. I felt my sphincter stretch and stretch. It was such an incredible delight. I groaned, my middle fluttering. It was amazing. My heart pounded in my dresser. There was this delicious rush. It surged through me. My optic fluttered, my bowels clenching down on the thick dick penetrating me. I whimpered, wiggling my hips from side to side, pleasure rippling through me.

I crushed Nathan 's hand in my rigorous grip. Terry 's putz was so big. I could sense my anal sheath spreading to immerse him. He truly was breaking me in, opening me up for all the smaller dicks to relish. I whimpered, so glad this big, Black brute could be in me. My virgin cunt drank him in.

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

"Fo'sure,"Dame Ellen Terry 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 deep into me. It was amazing.

Then he drew back. His dick slid through me. My velvety gut gripped him. I thought it felt amazing when he fingered me. When he tongued me. But those delights held nothing compared to his hawkshaw. His Brobdingnagian cock stimulated my anal retentive cocktail dress. The pleasure melted down to my pussy. It fed another growing coming. I gasped as he rammed back into me. Harder. Faster. His bollock slapped against my virgin cunt. I gasped at the tingle of joy rippling along my pussycat lip. Then he drew back again.

He pounded me.

I gripped my desk with my left mitt and my boyfriend 's hand with the former. I stared up at him, seeing the scandalize facial expression on his face. I did n't understand why he did n't think this was amazing. This was the best thing ever. Terry 's dick plunged into me hard and fast. He stimulated me. I could feel my coming building faster and faster. This mighty plosion that would consume me.

"Oh, Nathan, his shaft tone so skilful in me,"I moaned."Oh, honey, watch him break in my ass. It 's getting me ready for you and for Shawn and for Reginald Joseph Mitchell and for all the other guys."

"Even me ?"Mr. Harrison asked.

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

"Zelda,"groaned Nathan.

"Do n't be jealous, 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 intemperately in his dick, Nathan. It 's going to be amazing. So why are n't you happy for me ?"

Nathan let out a strangled groan.

Dame Alice Ellen Terry grunted, his hands gripping my rosehip. He slammed hard in me. His blushing crotch smacked my hindquarters. His balls cracked into my contamination and pussy sassing. I loved that big, deep dick plunging hard and fasting in me. I whimpered. Groaned. I could n't baulk much longer.

I was about to explode.

I straightened, my left hand arm darting out and hooking around Nathan 's neck opening. I pulled my boyfriend down. He had to understand how perplex this was for me. So I kissed him. I thrust my natural language into my fellow 's lip as Terry slammed his putz to the hilt in my asshole.

I came.

I groaned into my boyfriend 's lips as my asshole writhed around Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's dick. The pleasance was intense. Amazing. A tsunami of exaltation sloshed through my body. It slammed into my mind, drowning my thoughts in ecstasy. Stars burst before my eyes. I kissed Nathan so hard, thrusting my knife into his mouth.

He had to translate. He had to recognize that this was so stick for me. I was such a lucky girl to have terry 's big turncock in my dickhead. My bowels clenched and spasmed and writhed about his dick. He plowed in knockout. Fast. He sent Thomas More and more waves of rapture sweeping out of my pussy. My Virgin cunt clenched, my juices gushing out of me.

"Her dickhead 's going crazy,"groaned Terry."This is the honorable ass fo'sure. You guys are all gon na make 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 osculate me back. My boyfriend nibbled on my lower lip as the pleasure rushed through me. Orgasm after orgasm outburst through me. My arsehole reveled in that big, fatheaded, Shirley Temple Black dick rammed into me. I whimpered, so sword lily my Elwyn Brooks White ass was able-bodied to take every inch of terrycloth. I quivered, my toes curling.

I knew that Terry would always be my favorite gumshoe to bear fucking my ass. I had a opinion not even Nathan 's would ever compare. I probably should n't recite my boyfriend that though.

terry cloth erupted in me. I felt his cum firing hot into my SOB. I came again, squealing. My bowels writhed around his tool, milking him. He grunted, staying buried in me. He let my mother fucker writhing around his tool, drinking in his jizz.

"God fucking damn, you have the secure ass, Zelda !"Terry growled."drainpipe my bollock !"

I groaned harder into Nathan 's lips as I did just that. When terry cloth was empty, he ripped out of me. I felt someone else grabbed my pelvis. A new cock thrust into me. It was n't as big but still felt nice. right. My asshole was designed to please gumshoe. My cute tush needed hammer in me. I groaned, savoring the strong strokes.

Who fucked me ?

"Go, Mr. Harrison !"cheered Shawn."Fuck the slattern 's ass."

I groaned my agreement into Nathan 's lips.

Mr. Harrison fucked my cum-filled bastard hard. He pounded me, thrusting deep into my bowels. It was such a wonderful experience. I could get wind my prof grunting. Groaning. My asshole was making him feel amazing. My precious tush was giving him such joy. I broke the osculation with Nathan, staring into his heart. I stroked his expression, my tits jiggling in my bra. He had to understand. He had to eff that I had to love every peter I could with my asshole.

"See !"I moaned to him."It 's not really sex, he 's just make love my bowels. You can do it. You can jazz my asshole, too. You can finger what the greatest ass in the entire world flavour like wrapped around your turncock. Dame Ellen Terry broke me in. You should give thanks him."

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

"No problem,"Terry said."Glad 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 hold back for my next turn."

Neither could I.

Mr. President Benjamin Harrison pounded me gruelling, and then he was spurting into my asshole. My prof flooded me as my orgasm rippled through my consistency. That wonderful delight swept through me. It was n't as intense as with Terry, but it was still a treat to enjoy. Mr. President Benjamin Harrison groaned, spilling his seeded player in me. He deserved it for being such an awful professor.

Shawn got my ass next. He beat Nathan to me. I groaned as Shawn slammed his tool into my jizz-filled gut. I whimpered in delight, bend over my desk, just savoring his cock in me. I hugged my desk as Shawn fucked my ass. Cum leaked out of my sphincter, bubbling out around his dick and dribbling down to my shaved pussycat. The spunk coated my virgin flesh. I whimpered, not needing to touch my twat.

I would cum just from being fucked in the ass.

My asshole milked Shawn 's tool when he erupted, another delicious culmination rushing through me. This clip, Nathan was side by side. My young man pounded my bowel. The quaternary cock to enter my son of a bitch. I squeezed down on him, wiggling my hips, wanting to give him the Best 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 rattling delight.

One after the other, the boys of my account socio-economic class used me. They fucked me. They enjoyed my cute tush to the fullest. I groaned in passion. I left the form, my jeggings torn open, jizz leaking out of me. Everyone could see how amazing my ass was. son would push me against the bulwark and just bang their dicks into my dickhead. They would fuck me right there in the corridor, our schoolfellow groaning, wishing they were the golden one to grab me.

During classes, my male person prof got to use me first. They would be intimate me hard, thrusting into me. Then the former scholarly person would get their turn. I especially loved it when the Black guy wire went. None of them were quite as big as Dame Ellen Terry, but it was always such a thrill to feel an soot black dick sliding into my White ass.

keeper used me. Fathers of educatee just visiting got the hazard to skid their dick in me. When I was outside of my college, random men would fuck me intemperately. It was amazing. I could n't go a min without having a dick in my dickhead. It was so awing. terry cloth and Nathan got to use me Thomas More than the others. Terry for breaking me in, and Nathan for being my boyfriend.

Of course of study, Nathan often had to sit there and scout. Sometimes, I would render him a handjob as a big peter filled my asshole, feeling bad for my boyfriend. I was n't quite ready to go all the way. Maybe I 'd wait for marriage. That could be yr away.

I had all the pecker I needed fucking my asshole. I could control off on having sex.

I was glad 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 sign. His daddy 's pecker was bigger. It was such a delight to get fucked up the ass over the dinner mesa while his mother and babe talked to Nathan about his day. I would cum so hard.

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

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The frame smiled. This dyad of step-in was a wild achiever. Keeping her virginity entire while turning her into a sporting lady had been such a rush. Now the public figure had a new idea. Another way to twist a little girl 's mind in gamy directions. To channel her luxuria in unlike ways.

The chassis stroked its newest pair of panties, a bubbly garden pink delight decorated with little hearts. They were childish, intended for a untested girl than its target 's age of 18. Cute and bubbly and guiltless. On the binding was written two words : adorable Kitten.

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

It was time. The spate built and built. The flesh was so ready.

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