Mind-Control step-in

Story Ten : Cutie 's Hot Ass

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta meter reading this !

The figure was running off the high of its survive mind-control outing. It still enjoyed the bombilation from the finale girl who wore one of its pantie. She 'd been transformed. So had been all those around the miss. The outcome had rippled out, touching the lives of everyone who came near her. That was n't uncommon with one of its pairs of panties, but this effect was scrumptious. It had enjoyed watching the transformation.

But now it was interested in a new transformation.

The figure moved through the near-empty halls of the college with these. The image was nondescript. unremarkable. It clearly did n't belong in this home of education, but no one gave it a second coup d'oeil. The mist made it mundane. Though unseen, the vaporous deception was there.

The same magic that wreathed the panties it made.

The figure smiled as it entered Mr. Harrison 's classroom. Its eyes glanced around the room, imbibing in the sight. dustup of orderly desks. card hung on the wall talking about the professor 's capable : history. One held a flowchart showing the phylogenesis of the Roman state, another had bullet points of the John Major events a existence War I. The figure stopped at one desk. Right up front, center of the row. The figure shuddered, knowing Zelda would sit her. She was the perfect girl for this dyad of pantie. The satin, bronze step-in were made for her. The figure carefully draped the scanty across the desk, stroking the silver varsity letter across the seat.

Cute Tush.

The figure smiled, bore for its newfangled macrocosm to be donned. Eager for the boot of mind-controlling another deadly girl who put them on.

The figure swept down the rows of desks, navigating between them on the way to the threshold. Just as it was about to reach the door, it opened. As usual, Zelda Howard Carter had arrived early for her outset category. She was the type of girl who liked to be on clock time. Proper. She wore a garden pink, cashmere jumper, long sleeves and high cervix, and a annulus that fell past her knees, pink leggings peeking out.

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

In her creative thinker, the image was nix more than a janitor. A keeper that had every rightfulness to be in the classroom. She stepped aside, the figure sweeping out, soon to have vanished entirely from the someone world.

Not that Zelda knew. Or cared.

She was eager to learn from her favorite professor. account was a delightful subject to her. She loved uncovering the past tense. Learning about all the foibles that others had made. It was why, though she was XX, she still had her virginity. She 'd read the accounts about the young lady who 'd given up their cherries young, surrendering to the bestial lecherousness of their boyfriends or to their own carnal desires.

Those girls were invariably unsatisfied.

She wanted her initiatory fourth dimension to be perfect. With a boy that she knew she loved. She had a beau, but she was n't sure Nathan was the one. She hoped he was. She knew that if he was patient role with her, waited for her to be ready, he would be.

These melodic theme all skittered through her mind as she approached her desk, persuasion dancing to and fro as she thought about other things. She made indisputable she had all her homework done, cataloging all the assignments 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 blow. She picked up the panties, feeling a tingle running through her."Where did you come from ?"

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

What would you palpate 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 twosome of panties, she shoved them into her skirt pouch, balling them deep. She whirled around to see Mr. Harrison enter. He was a tall, dark-haired man with brown eyes and a goatee.

"good morning, Zelda,"he said, giving her a grinning."You make me await bad. I should get here before you."

She just smiled at him, already forgetting about the panties in her pocket."Sorry, I 'm just so tidal bore to learn about the fall of Constantinople today. Are we going to cut across it ?"

"The point in time 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 musical theme why I was putting on these panties. I shuddered as I stepped into the satin, silky underwear. A tingle raced up my pegleg as I dragged them up my sura. These were the pantie I found yesterday when I arrived at my story class. I did n't know why anyone would leave them behind. What miss would do that ? I should n't make put them in my scoop.

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

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

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

I shuddered, biting my lip and whimpering. The scanty felt so shine against my thigh. A hot itch formed in my puss as I pulled the waistband up over my rump. I groaned at the sleek feel of the material. It cupped across my rump, covering every in of my butt-cheeks. It almost hugged them, gripping them like a pair of hands. I shuddered, wiggling my rump.

Did I have a cute tush ?

I blushed at that cerebration, my mind shaking. My bleak pigtails danced around my face. My little boob jiggled. I snagged my plain, white bra and pulled it on as I struggled to get used to this new pair of panties.

They made my skin feel so agitate. Especially across my rump. Everywhere they touched me felt live. Electrified. I licked my lips, wondering if I should fill 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 impart them on. I 'd already get into them, and they did feel kind of nice, even if they made me feel like I was a little bit of a pervy girl. My cheeks were burning as I put on the residue of my dress. I pulled on a royal sweater, loving the blurry feeling of it on my skin. It did n't make me experience naughty.

Not like these panties.

Then I grabbed a pitch-black bird. I stepped into it, pulling it up my legs. It was a tenacious one, I did n't postulate to wear tights today with this duo. I like wearing skirts. They were so graceful. It made me feel so womanly. I knew lots of young lady like wearing jeans or pants because they were well-off, 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 English visibility. Did this skirt make my rump look Nice ? Did I have a cute butt ? It was hard to say. The declension of the skirt did n't quite cup my rump like the pantie 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 war paint, I combed my hair and wore clean apparel, but I was n't worried about how my figure looked to others. But ... I bit my depressed lip, thinking my behind did n't reckon cute at all in the skirt. It bothered me for some reason.

Why ?

That thought echoed through my creative thinker. Why did I care so much ? I rubbed my handwriting on my skirt as I headed down the stairs. All my way to my college, all I could intend about was how others saw me. Did they look at me and opine,"That girl does n't suffer a great ass. I mean, look at what she 's wearing. If she had a cute backside, 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 imaginativeness. My skirt did n't arrive at my tail end look unflattering. rightfield ? I needed an opinion.

I smiled when I saw my boyfriend, Nathan. He was waiting for me out front of the construction, leaning against the brick wall. He was a tall guy with blond tomentum and blue eye. 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 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 quick candy kiss on the rim. I could finger his men on my crushed back. Why did n't they slide depleted and cup my hind end ? Did n't he remember I had a precious 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 gaze at back at him over my shoulder. My black pigtails swept off my shoulder as I did."Does this skirt make my ass look soundly ?"

He stared at them and frowned."Well, yeah, I guess it 's finely,"he said."I mean, you 're always wearing bird. And that 's the right your ass is going to expect in them. Maybe you could wear tighter skirts. 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 cute enough,"I muttered.

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

It was a nice thought process, but I really, really wanted people to have intercourse I had a cute tush. The satiny panties I wore tingled around my ass, gripping my butt. For a consequence, I wanted to just rescind up my chick and ask what he thought of my ass cupped in that naughty satin. My aspect burned at the sentiment even as my pussycat grew so hot.

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

I wanted that to be enough, but ...

I was the first person to get in Mr. Harrison 's class. I liked getting there early, bore to learn. My boyfriend shared my account course of instruction, but he always refused to go in early with me. He always broke off to go hang out with his friends for a twain of transactions before classes started. Yesterday 's lesson on the drop of Constantinople was amazing. Today we were going to talk about how grand Turk Mehmed II set up the seat of his empire in the new urban center, changing Stambul to Istanbul.

When Mr. 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 adhesive friction of the panties hugging my rump. They itched, compelling me to ask Mr. Harrison that question.

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

"Terry ?"I asked, turning my consistency to express off my side of meat visibility."Does this doll make my ass look cute ?"

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

Terry paused, his eyes flicking me up and down. I noticed his hungriness inspiration in those dark astuteness. His eyes brimmed with this passion that sent a wicked quiver through me. My butt-cheeks clenched as my step-in seemed to almost electrify my tail. I turned more, giving the Negro guy a full-on look at my ass. He studied it, a grinning growing on his lips.

"fountainhead, it looks okay,"he said."It 's really knockout to say more, though. Your skirt does n't really accent your rump."

"I know,"I said."That 's what I was afraid of. Do you think I should tire out unlike wearing apparel to render my ass off better ?"

"Oh, definitely,"he said."There 's nothing like a White little girl with a skillful ass."He reached out and squeeze it, bringing a pant from Nathan 's lips."Yeah, you got potential difference. I have to see it in something better to cognize fo'sure."

My nerve burned as I nodded."Thanks, Dame Alice Ellen Terry,"I said. I turned around and darted over to my boyfriend."Dame Ellen Terry thinks I should wear something better. Maybe I should buy some jeans after socio-economic class 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 possible. Are you jealous ?"I grinned and took his arm. I rubbed my face against his shoulder."That 's cute. You know you have naught to concern 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 ready, but I never knew. The time had to be perfect.

"fountainhead, I guess,"he said.

I asked other guy about their opinion throughout the day. The consensus was unanimous : my doll just did not show off my tush to its fullest. They kept saying lyric like"fine"or"okay"or even"meh."I needed to do better than meh ! I knew my butt was cute. Hot. I needed to show it off. I had to buy new jeans.

"I ca n't go to your situation and subject field with you,"I told Nathan after classes were over."I have to go shopping. Unless you want to do with me."

"Well,"he said, rubbing at the rachis of his cervix. He did n't seem enthusiastic."I guess I can come. But, I mean, you do n't have to exchange your smell. You know that, right ? You 're hunky-dory the way you are."

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

Nathan blinked."What ?"

"I 'll see you later, Nathan,"I said, planting a osculation on his cheek."Terry seems to be a much better judge on a White girl 's ass. He 'll be perfect."

I left Nathan behind, confused why he would be spluttering. What was ill-timed 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 shopping centre, grinning the entire time. I kept squirming in the passenger seat, my ass tingling from the silky panties that gripped it. I was so frantic about this. I knew my croup would look impressive in my new denim.

Terry would facilitate me find fault out the expert dyad to show off my cunning tail to its fullest.

I strolled into the promenade with Terry, my heart beating with turmoil. We did n't go to my usual hold back place, the section shop, but to one of the trendy stores. I smiled when I saw the blue jean on display on the model in the exhibit window. They were so tight. They had little Black Maria drawn in garden pink sequin on the rear pockets.

I tingled, just knowing these would be perfect.

Of course of instruction, I grabbed the duo with the nub, plus a few more twosome of tight fitting jean. I buzzed with excitement as I headed into the changing room. In there, I stripped out of my boring skirt, pausing for a consequence to look up to how my rump looked in the bronze scanty. The silver letters were backward in the mirror, but I knew what they spelled.

I had what they said.

I grabbed the span of jeans with the substance on the cover pouch, trembling in upheaval. I stepped my branch into the twosome, shuddering as I drew the gasp up. I, of course of action, owned some blue jean, mainly for doing out-of-door stuff. None were like these. My new dungaree were stretchy. Not like any denim I 'd worn. I shuddered as I pulled them gamey and higher up my legs, feeling the cloth molding to my skin. I wiggled my hips as I pulled them over my rump. As I fastened them up, I glanced in the mirror.

They definitely showed off my ass. This was so much respectable than the deadening skirt draping over my back. I smiled and threw open the doorway to the changing way. Terry grinned as I stepped out, his eyes flicking up and down.

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

I turned around, wiggling my hips.

"hoot, girl, arrest quivering. Let me tope in the sight of you."

"Sorry, I 'm just so excite,"I said. I pulled out my phone and started texting Nathan. Just trying on the new dungaree. Waiting to notice out what Dame Alice Ellen Terry has to say about them.

I hit send.

I gasped as terry cloth 's boastfully hands cupped both my butt-cheeks. He squeezed and kneaded my rear, his fingers digging into the jean. I shuddered, the heat building in my pussycat. A naughty tingle rippled across my rear as his fingers massaged me.

You really went shopping with him ? Nathan sent back.

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

"Who you texting, girl ?"Dame Alice Ellen Terry asked, his finger massaging my butt-cheeks. He almost rubbed at the crack.

"Just my young man,"I said, my stallion torso feeling active right wing now. The way terry cloth was touching me had to mean my ass was cute."What do you cerebrate ? He 's waiting to find out."

"Damn, why did n't you have your boyfriend do this ?"terry cloth said.

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

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

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

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

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

"Fo'sure,"Terry said. He gave my ass one net squeeze. Then he pulled his hands away. I missed his review already."You better go try on those former denim. Just to see how they fit."

I tried on the other two couplet of jeans. Dame Alice Ellen Terry gave a thorough interrogatory of each. I groaned, my pussy flavour so juicy. I bit my lip and whimpered as his digit kneaded my hind end. He pushed the denim a little bit into my butt-crack, trying to reach in there, but just not being able to. warmth flowed through me. My nipples ached.

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

swither broke across my forehead during the final review. I felt like Dame Ellen Terry was taking forever to sanction them, massaging my rear.

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

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

Terry followed me into the changing way. I blinked at that but did n't say anything as I unzipped my denim. I turned away from him as I pushed the dungaree down my pelvic arch. When I bent over to get them past my knees, thrust my ass out at him. He groaned as he saw my panties.

"Now, girl, that 's a overnice looking ass. Shame you ca n't endure these to class."

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

I worked the jeans down my ramification, sliding them off. I felt terrycloth looking at me. I groaned as his hands grabbed my ass. finger's breadth dipped into my butt-crack, pressing the satin cloth into my fork. I gasped as he found my asshole. He touched my sphincter, rubbing it through the satin."Damn, you really got a very well ass, girl. Damn ok ass."

"You skillful halt going lower,"I whimpered."You 're almost about to venture into property not even my boyfriend 's touched."

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

"Because you 're an expert on White girl asses. Otherwise, he 'd be here."I smiled at Dame Ellen Terry."He is a enceinte boyfriend."

I really, really did n't desire to put back on the skirt, but I had to take the air out of here wearing something. I ended up buying a span of couplet of the ace with philia on them. Well, they had a potpourri of them. There was one with virtuoso, another with a four-leaf shamrock, and one with kissing mouth. All in all, I bought four pairs of 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 love what I looked like when he saw me tomorrow. He would be blown away by what an amazing ass I had. He could even impact it. After all, I let terry cloth grope my ass. No reason I could n't let my swain do the same even if the thought 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 pussy feverishly. I even did something I 'd never done before. I reached my pull up stakes hired hand beneath my tooshie and slide my digits into my butt-crack.

I found my asshole.

I groaned when I sank my midway finger into my bowels. I felt so sinful. So sluttish. I pumped it in and out of me while I rubbed my virgin physique. I came so hard, my anal cocktail dress writhing around my finger, my succus flooding my finger. I shuddered, imagining such naughty things.

Things thicker than my anatomy penetrating back there.

I panted after I came down from my orgasm, feeling sleep pulling down at me. I rolled over, sniffing at my finger. The scent was n't bad. A sour, vulgar savor. I popped it into my sassing 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 awing. I slipped them on first base, that prickling racing through me. My prick clenched, remembering my finger. Naughty thoughts danced in my head as I pulled on my jean next. I went with a pair decorated with inwardness.

They were just the cutest.

I wiggled the jeans up my wooden leg, the stretchable stuff clinging to me. They showed off my great thigh and cute calves as well as a Delicious tush. I tugged the stretchy material over my buns, 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 yoke of panties and still go to college in them, I 'd fag out them.

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

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

"You think my ass is great !"I squealed."Please, tell me how cute I look."I bent over more than, 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 gladiola you like my ass in this."I threw my blazonry around his neck opening and kissed him on the cheek."Oh, Nathan, you 're such a wonderful boyfriend."

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

I beamed.

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

Just like that, my excitement vanished.

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

I shrugged and headed inside, dazed.

I swayed. dungaree were n't enough to indicate off my ass. What could I do about that ? I could n't just go around in panties. I had to fag out something. right hand ?

For once, I was n't the get-go to Mr. Reginald Carey Harrison 's stratum. I was in such a fog as I wandered down the hallway, struggling to figure out what to do. What could I possibly wear ? Tights ? Those were n't soused enough. They might hug my fanny, but they were thick and ardent. Yoga bloomers ?

Those were pretty clingy.

Was there anything better ?

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

"You look like you 're in a haze,"a rumbling voice said.

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

"Pretty good is n't near 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 all-fired mulct ass. Perfect. You really call for to present it off better."

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

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

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

Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's hand slid around my waist to grab my ass. He pulled me close to him. Both his script were now on my rump. He squeezed and kneaded my ass, his finger's breadth sliding up and down the seam that followed my butt-crack. If the denim was n't so thick, he could get his finger in there like he had with my panties the day before. He could pester my bastard. I felt something strong poking me in the stomach. I stared up at him as a wave of heat 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 wicked thrill rippling out of my ass."I ca n't do that. Even if I do birth a cute tush."

"Still, damn shame that you—"

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

"It 's all cool off, man,"Terry said, giving my rump a final liquidity crisis."Just inspecting her fine keister. Nothing wrongfulness with that."

I turned around and smiled at my swain."right, nothing awry with that. Look, Nathan, you can grab my ass. Just put your hired man over my nates and squeeze. You can see how nice it is."

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

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

Terry 's hand found his way to my ass again. He squeezed me as I smiled at my boyfriend. A wicked shudder ran through me, an electrifying tingle that spread from my scanty. My pussy clenched. The Negroid guy knew how to relate my ass. He was a victor at it.

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

I rolled my heart. I rose on my tiptoes and planted a quickly osculation on his rim."You 're my swain. Okay ? terrycloth 's just a friend."

"That 's all I am, okay ?"Terry asked."We cool, man ?"He squeezed my keister."Be happy that your girl 's got such a fine ass."Terry pulled his manus away and then he smacked my rump.

I giggled.

Dame Alice Ellen Terry sauntered into the classroom."I want to go buy some jeggings after class are finished, and then you 'll see just how awing my ass really is."

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

"Something awful,"I said, taking his arm and pressing against him."cum on, Mr. Harrison 's class is about to take off. 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 imagination was on fire with the possibility of jeggings.

They were all I could think about. I googled them between breaks, staring at motion-picture show of these cut, tight, stretchy material hugging fille 's backside. They were n't wearing panties, so the cloth slipped into their butt-cracks. It was like they were naked, but they were n't. Because they look like they were blue jean, the great unwashed would n't realize you were wearing practically nylons. They were so juicy. I searched where to buy them and smiled when I saw I could get them at the Saame lieu I bought my jeans. I quivered with excitement.

After classes were over, Terry, of line, was more than happy to drive me to the mall.

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

"You need to study for your math test,"I told him."You need to keep up your form. Terry will make certainly I get to the shopping center and back. He 's a really expert friend."

"A friend that has his deal on your ass,"Nathan muttered.

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

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

"No."

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

I giggled.

"I 'd let you come,"Terry continued,"but my backseat 's full 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 distich of shirts in the spinal column, spread out over the total seat. I guess they could n't be moved so Nathan could sit back there. Dame Alice Ellen Terry slipped into the number one wood tail end and we were off.

I was so excited to buy the jeggings. The minute we arrived at the center, 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 mall. I reached the clothing computer memory, darting in, my eyes scanning.

I gasped when I saw them. They were sold with the nylons and came in the Sami ballock stockings did. They had them in dark-blue and stonewash and light-blue and even pink. I scooped them up in my workforce, juggling them, when Terry walked in.

"Damn, young woman, you 're just aegir for it."

I smiled at him.

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

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

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

I smiled and nodded."Fine, snap that couple of jeans so I can pretend to have something to try on."

He did.

The import he closed the changing room threshold behind us, I was unsnapping my jean. I shoved them down, bending over so he could see my rear clad in the bronze pantie. I felt so wicked. So naughty.

His hired hand grabbed my ass.

I shuddered as he kneaded my ass through my scanty. There was almost cypher between us. I closed my eyes, whimpering as I bit my lower lip. My teat were so intemperate. My twat was so wet. If Nathan was here, I did n't lie with what I would do. I wiggled my hips, loving the hot hint of Terry 's unassailable fingers kneading my rump.

He groaned, his finger sliding up and up the panties until he found the waistband. I gasped as they dipped inside. I felt him sliding into my underwear. His deal was touching my naked material body. He caressed my rump directly. His middle finger slid into my butt-crack. I whimpered, my heart thundering so fast as he went lower and lower.

He found my sphincter.

I groaned, shuddering at how sore my asshole felt. I whimpered as joy I normally only felt when I masturbated my twat was flowing through me as he circled my puckered hole. His digit caressed my sphincter, causing me to quiver. I leaned over, grabbing a documentation bar. I gripped it, my face inches from the mirror before me.

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

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

I whimpered and nodded.

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

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

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

That was so genuine. I whimpered, my pussy melting with my succus. His fingerbreadth pressed against my sphincter. My eyes widened as he entered me. I felt his fingerbreadth sliding into my mother fucker. My virgin cunt clenched as his dactyl sank deeper and deeper.

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

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

I nodded, whimpering. His finger plunged in and out of my asshole. He reached deeper, wiggling around inside of me. The velvety stimulant was incredible. My Virgo the Virgin pussy drank it in, my juices flowing hotter and hotter out of my astuteness. My trivial clit throbbed, my tit aching. It was incredible.

I had no mind my asshole could feel so astound. When I fingered it last Night, it felt majuscule, but this ... terry knew just where to touch me. How to work his finger in and out of my bowel. I whimpered through my gritstone teeth, feeling this pressure level building and edifice interior of me.

My orgasm approached.

I shuddered as his fingerbreadth thrust deep and fast into me. My velvety asshole gripped him, clenching about him increasing the friction. The stimulation. It was incredible. pleasure rippled through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, short lights dancing across my drear vision. This tide swelled and swelled in me.

He pressed a s finger against my asshole.

"terry cloth !"I gasped as he pushed his pointer fingerbreadth into my sphincter.

My anal gang stretched and stretched. I groaned, wanting to agitate his intrusion, but it felt too good to resist. This heat that stabbed into my nethers. The 2nd finger's breadth sank into me, extending into me to penetrate almost as deeply as his in-between finger did. I groaned as he pumped them both in and out of me.

"You are pie-eyed,"he said."Mmm, I love a compressed, hot, White lady friend ass. And you got a beautiful one, Zelda. Fo'sure."

"Thank you !"I moaned as his fingerbreadth pumped in and out of me faster and faster. My orgasm built. Every dip sent me hurtling towards it. I could n't hold out surrendering to this warmth. I could n't stop myself from enjoying this. My ass felt awe-inspiring. His fingers felt so right inside my bowels.

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

"Yes !"I squealed. I came.

My asshole writhed around his fingers. My virgin pussy convulsed. I could feel the juice soaking my bush and the gusset of my scanty. I whimpered, my small breasts jiggling in my bra as I trembled. My pigtails danced around my headspring. They whipped around my shoulders as I swung my school principal from incline to side. wizard exploded across my vision as the waves of rapture slammed into my mind.

I drowned in Adam. My son of a bitch felt amazing. I had no idea a friend could establish me such delight just from fingering my bowels. I whimpered, drinking it in. So glad that my cute tush could make me such rapture.

"Damn, you do bear an amaze ass,"he growled."It 's got ta be the most perfect ass in the human race. Fo'sure, girl."

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

"You 're welcome,"he said. He ripped his finger's breadth out of my bunghole. For a here and now, he pressed against me. I felt the hard protuberance of his hammer rubbing against my can."I ca n't wait for tomorrow. You 'll depend amazing in those jeggings."

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

I paid for my jeggings and almost floated out the mall, carried on the winds of rapture that my anal coming gave me. Terry was such a proficient booster to get me feel so good. I gave him a candy 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 trial ! I want you to succeed. I love you.

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

You do n't have to interest. Terry 's a good admirer. He made me feel so expert about my jeggings. have me such a flush. Buying them was awful. I wish I could come over and see you because I would probably do something naughty. But you have to hit the books, and I have my own prep 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 theater, giving me a net pat on the croup. 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 fingerbreadth 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 pussycat convulsing, rapture sweeping through me.

I loved having fingers in my shit. Maybe Nathan would thumb my asshole at school. I wished he 'd stop being such a stick in the mud. I did n't understand why he was so jealous of terry. We were just friends.

I cracked open the plastic egg holding the stonewash distich of jeggings. I did n't consume the panties on, they would be visible through it and it would defeat the wholly decimal point of wearing these. Jeggings would be even wet than my panties. They would mold to my prat and even slide into butt-crack and testify off the good shape of my peachy ass.

Putting jeggings on was like rolling on nylons. I went slow down, working them up both ramification to arrive at indisputable there were n't any running play. The sole difference of opinion between stockings and jeggings were the latter had no base. The jeggings ended at my ankles.

I shuddered as they clung to my thigh like tightly fitting jean, but were even crocked. I pulled them higher and higher. I groaned as I rolled them up over my derriere. Just like I had hoped, I could feel the stretchable material sliding into my butt-crack. It pressed against my prick, letting me know that the full phase of the moon definition of my stern could be seen.

They were so slim I felt like I was naked.

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

It was a small cost 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 palpate the stretchable cloth caressing my kitty lips. My clitoris. I groaned, this heat racing through me. The textile was in my butt-crack and teasing my shit. I whimpered, my entire body on fire.

I needed terry to grope my ass. I needed my asshole played with. I wish I had fourth dimension to masturbate, but I had to run.

I 'd be late for Mr. Benjamin Harrison 's 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 minute skin. I was practically raw as I hit the pavement and made the right towards my college. It was n't far. I lived stuffy. But, still, I had to hurry to avoid being later.

My phone buzzed, clutched tightly in my hand. I did n't experience any pockets on my jeggings, and I 'd left my purse behind. I did snag my rucksack, so I was n't completely unprepared for college. And, of course, I would never bequeath my family without my phone. I swiped the screen as I ran, seeing a substance from Nathan.

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

I could n't do that right now. I was running. considerably I could do was hit three alphabetic character.

OMW

I hit send and kept running, a stitch already forming in my slope. I could see my college ahead. I ran faster, my button 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 material.

It was all so a great deal walking on air.

I was on fire. I could palpate my succus soaking my jeggings. They absorbed my ointment like a sponge, spreading the wetness across my genital organ, down my thighs, and around to the bottom incline of my butt-cheek. My pigtails bounced around my shoulders.

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

I waved to him, my breasts bouncing in my bra and my loose blouse. My top was the exact reverse of the jeggings I was wearing. I wanted to show off my ass, not my tits. I was still a wholesome girl. I was a Virgo the Virgin. I did n't know when I would be ready to apply it up. It had to be to the the right way guy.

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

"Zelda !"he gasped."Saviour, 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 view my breath. I grabbed his arm for funding, half bending over as I sucked in air.

"You had to ... knock off ? For Dame Ellen Terry ?"

"God, stop being such a jealous idiot. Because my George Walker Bush would totally be on presentation. Look."I straightened and pointed at my crotch.

His jaw dropped."holy place fucking dirt, Zelda, I can see your slit lips. It 's like your practically naked."

"I know,"I said, turning around."See ? seem at my butt. You can see every bit of my cunning backside. 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 Friend do,"I said."It was n't like he fingered my snatch our touched my boob. I did n't even kiss him."I lunged in kissed Nathan on the lips."Now, we have to get to Mr. Harrison 's class. It 's about to start."

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

Mr. Reginald Carey Harrison 's socio-economic class was n't too far into the building. I reached it in time, bursting in before the word of advice bell rang. Everyone turned to look at me. All the guys groaned when they saw what I was wearing. Mr. Harrison 's dropped the book he was holding. The older man swallowed. I swear his heart almost fell out as I sauntered up towards my desk.

I passed Terry, smiling as he boldly grabbed my rear end. He held on tight, stopping me from reaching my nates."Damn, I knew your ass would await amazing in these. Fo'sure, you got the best ass on campus."

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

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

"Yes, he 's inspecting my cute tush."A hot chill ran through my puss. I was so on fire. I quivered, loving the feel of both of Terry 's custody now roaming my ass. He parted my butt-cheeks. I could feel him staring into my quip. He let out a moan of delight.

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

I gasped as he touched my backdoor. His finger rubbed against my sphincter. I groaned, quivering. My pap throbbed against my bra. I licked my lips, setting my earphone down on my desk. terry was sitting right behind me. I was for certain that was a coincidence.

"Oh, yes, Dame Ellen Terry,"I moaned."Mmm, I need this. Oh, God, I need this so bad. Your fingerbreadth feels unbelievable in my asshole."

"Zelda !"my boyfriend groaned.

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

"Yeah, listen to your fille,"Terry said, rubbing the stretchy stuff of the jeggings harder into my asshole. I groaned, my sphincter muscle drank it in. I leaned over, grabbing the back of my chair. My butt-cheeks clenched around his finger's breadth, pinning him against my sphincter.

He rubbed harder. My pigtails danced around my face as everyone saw Terry inspect my cute fundament. All the boys were staring at me. Panting. They all knew I had a perfect 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. proceed stroking me, terry. Get me confining and closer to—"

I heard a tear.

"red cent, that 's soft,"I said as I felt the textile of my jeggings splitting up my butt-crack. The two halves separated, exposing my asscheeks. Even my knock off pussy felt on display. I gasped as now terry 's fingers rubbed directly at my asshole.

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

His finger's breadth left my asshole, leaving me quivering. I needed him to go along touching me. He grabbed both half of my jeggings and pull them foster apart. He revealed all of my rump. The jeggings split all the way up to the waistband. I groaned, hang over, everything on display.

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

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

"It 's all right, Nathan, love. He 's just licking my asshole."I shuddered as terry cloth 's tongue slid around my sphincter muscle."He 's not extend to my pussy at all."

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

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

"Damn,"moaned Shawn from his seat nearby.

All the Guy were staring. They watched as Terry feasted on my asshole. His knife swirled around it. Then he pressed against it. I groaned as he penetrated my intestine. I whimpered as that tongue pressed into my anal sheath. I glanced at Nathan, his expression red. I gave him a grinning, letting him make love this was devoid.

It was just my prick, after all.

Oh, it felt amazing.

terry cloth 's hard fingers kneaded my tail end as his clapper pumped in and out of my asshole. The delight melted down to my pussy, my orgasm edifice and building. I wiggled my hip joint from side to side. I whimpered. That grand pleasance swelled in me. It was so naughty. Everyone was witnessing it.

I came.

My asshole quivered and convulsed around Terry 's probing tongue. I gasped at the charge of delight surging through my pussy. It flowed through me, a delicious tidal Wave of rapture that filled every boldness in my body. It spilled up to my head. 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 asshole ! Ooh, that feels amazing !"

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

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

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

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

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

"Then get your fingerbreadth in me,"I moaned, wiggling my rump."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 blue jean fastener and the rasp of a zipper.

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

"I 'm not touching her virgin puss,"said Terry as something thick and hard and retentive smacked on my behind. I could sense it twitching on me.

Was that his turncock ?

I threw a feeling over my shoulder, just twisting my body enough to see my bang-up bottom and his thick, sable tool draped over it. His nighttime shaft contrasted so much against my pallid skin. He was huge, 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 chip in me such an anal retentive inspection. I want to cum so hard on his dick ! Is n't that awesome ?"

"Zelda !"my beau groaned, his part strangled.

"shucks, your miss is a slut,"said Shawn.

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

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

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

I nodded my fountainhead."He is an expert on Andrew Dickson White girl rear end. He has to do the honors."

"It 's why I brought this,"Dame Ellen Terry said."Figured this would happen."

I heard the pop of a cap. Then I felt something dribbling on my asshole. It was stale and slick. I gasped, realizing it was lubricator. I heard a wet, slick strait and glanced behind me again. Dame Alice Ellen Terry was rubbing the same gel into his cock, making his Diospyros ebenum shaft gleam.

He was such a good 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 glad you 're here to witness this. Oh, Nathan, I love you so much and—"I gasped as I felt Terry 's big tool pressing on my lube son of a bitch."You get to see my ass broken in. Terry 's going to open me up for everyone to savor my cute butt. Oh, Nathan, this is all I want !"

I groaned as Terry pressed his cock against my bastard. I felt my sphincter muscle stretch and stretch. It was such an unbelievable delight. I groaned, my oculus fluttering. It was amazing. My pump pounded in my bureau. There was this delicious rushing. It surged through me. My middle fluttered, my intestine clenching down on the thick dick penetrating me. I whimpered, wiggling my hip from side to side, pleasure rippling through me.

I crushed Nathan 's hand in my tight grip. Terry 's dick was so big. I could experience my anal sheath spreading to engulf him. He truly was breaking me in, opening me up for all the smaller cock to relish. I whimpered, so glad this big, Black animate being could be in me. My virgin pussy drank him in.

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

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

Then he drew back. His prick slid through me. My velvety bowels gripped him. I thought it felt amazing when he fingered me. When he tongued me. But those delights held nothing compared to his prick. His vast putz 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 lump slapped against my Virgin cunt. I gasped at the shudder of pleasance rippling along my snatch lip. Then he drew back again.

He pounded me.

I gripped my desk with my left field hand and my boyfriend 's hand with the other. I stared up at him, seeing the scandalize look on his expression. I did n't understand why he did n't call back this was amazing. This was the serious thing ever. Terry 's dick plunged into me hard and fast. He stimulated me. I could finger my orgasm construction faster and faster. This mighty explosion that would go through me.

"Oh, Nathan, his tool feels so good in me,"I moaned."Oh, beloved, watch him break in my ass. It 's getting me ready for you and for Shawn and for Mitchell and for all the early guys."

"Even me ?"Mr. Harrison asked.

"Of course !"I gasped, clutching my bowels down on Terry 's stocky dick.

"Zelda,"groaned Nathan.

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

Nathan let out a halter groan.

Terry grunted, his hands gripping my pelvis. He slammed hard in me. His blushing genital organ smacked my ass. His musket ball cracked into my contamination and pussy sassing. I loved that big, dense dick plunging hard and fast in me. I whimpered. Groaned. I could n't resist much longer.

I was about to burst.

I straightened, my left hand arm darting out and hooking around Nathan 's neck opening. I pulled my young man down. He had to understand how awing this was for me. So I kissed him. I thrust my lingua into my beau 's mouth as Terry slammed his gumshoe to the hilt in my asshole.

I came.

I groaned into my boyfriend 's lips as my cocksucker writhed around Dame Ellen Terry 's putz. The pleasure was vivid. Amazing. A tsunami of rapture sloshed through my body. It slammed into my mind, drowning my cerebration in hug drug. hotshot burst before my center. I kissed Nathan so hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.

He had to empathize. He had to recognize that this was so amazing for me. I was such a lucky girl to have Terry 's big cock in my asshole. My bowels clenched and spasmed and writhed about his putz. He plowed in hard. fasting. He sent More and more waves of transport sweeping out of my pussy. My virgin cunt clenched, my juices gushing out of me.

"Her asshole 's going wild,"groaned Dame Ellen Terry."This is the best ass fo'sure. You cat are all gon na roll in the hay 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 buss me back. My young man nibbled on my gloomy lip as the pleasure rushed through me. Orgasm after orgasm burst through me. My asshole reveled in that big, stocky, blackamoor dick rammed into me. I whimpered, so glad my White River ass was able to take up every inch of Terry. I quivered, my toes curling.

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

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

"God fucking damn, you have the well ass, Zelda !"Terry growled."Drain my balls !"

I groaned harder into Nathan 's brim as I did just that. When Terry was empty, he ripped out of me. I felt someone else grabbed my hips. A new cock stab into me. It was n't as big but still felt skillful. Right. My asshole was designed to please dicks. My cute tush needed cocks in me. I groaned, savoring the hard strokes.

Who fucked me ?

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

I groaned my arrangement into Nathan 's lips.

Mr. Harrison fucked my cum-filled mother fucker hard. He pounded me, thrusting deep into my intestine. It was such a wonderful experience. I could hear my professor grunting. Groaning. My asshole was making him feel amazing. My cute tush was giving him such pleasure. I broke the candy kiss with Nathan, staring into his eyes. I stroked his face, my tits jiggling in my bra. He had to understand. He had to lie with that I had to fuck every hawkshaw I could with my asshole.

"See !"I moaned to him."It 's not really sex, he 's just fucking my gut. You can do it. You can love my asshole, too. You can feel what the greatest ass in the integral world feel like wrapped around your cock. Terry broke me in. You should thank him."

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

"No problem,"terry said."Glad to do it. Fo'sure, that 's the scented ass I 've ever had. You 're gon na love her. I know I will. I ca n't wait for my next turn."

Neither could I.

Mr. Harrison pounded me severely, and then he was spurting into my dickhead. My professor flooded me as my sexual climax rippled through my body. That wonderful delight swept through me. It was n't as intense as with Terry, but it was still a dainty to enjoy. Mr. Harrison groaned, spilling his seed in me. He deserved it for being such an awe-inspiring professor.

Shawn got my ass next. He beat Nathan to me. I groaned as Shawn slammed his pecker into my jizz-filled bowels. I whimpered in delight, deflexion 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 peter and dribbling down to my shave pussy. The spunk coated my Virgin physique. I whimpered, not needing to bear upon my twat.

I would cum just from being fucked in the ass.

My asshole milked Shawn 's putz when he erupted, another delicious culmination rushing through me. This fourth dimension, Nathan was next. My swain pounded my bowels. The one-quarter cock to figure my asshole. I squeezed down on him, wiggling my hip joint, wanting to give him the best experience possible. He leaned over me, grunting, groaning. He savored my jizz-filled gut. He fired off fast. He flooded me and gave me another wonderful delight.

One after the other, the boys of my history class used me. They fucked me. They enjoyed my cunning tush to the wide. I groaned in passion. I left the class, my jeggings torn unfastened, jizz leaking out of me. Everyone could see how amazing my ass was. Boys would advertize me against the wall and just flap down their dicks into my asshole. They would bed me right there in the corridor, our classmates groaning, wishing they were the lucky one to grab me.

During year, my male professors got to use me first. They would fuck me hard, thrusting into me. Then the other pupil would get their tour. I especially loved it when the Black guys went. None of them were quite as big as Terry, but it was always such a flush to feel an ebony dick sliding into my flannel ass.

custodian used me. Fatherhood of scholarly person just visiting got the probability to slide their prick in me. When I was outside of my college, random men would love me hard. It was amazing. I could n't go a minute without having a dick in my whoreson. It was so awesome. 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 prick, feeling bad for my young man. I was n't quite prepare to go all the way. Maybe I 'd wait for marriage. That could be years away.

I had all the cock I needed fucking my bastard. I could hold off on having sex.

I was sword lily I had such a supportive fellow who understood how preciously my virginity was. I loved him so much. I especially like going over to dinner at his house. His pa 's dick was bigger. It was such a joy to get fucked up the ass over the dinner board while his female parent and baby talked to Nathan about his day. I would cum so hard.

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

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The figure smiled. This pair of panties was a waste achiever. Keeping her virginity intact while turning her into a whore had been such a thrill. Now the public figure had a new idea. Another way to wind a miss 's mind in spicy directions. To convey her lustfulness in different ways.

The fig stroked its novel span of panties, a bubbly pink delight decorated with fiddling hearts. They were infantile, intended for a untried girl than its object 's age of eighteen. Cute and bubbly and innocent. On the back was written two words : lovely Kitten.

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

It was time. The haste built and built. The image was so ready.

To be continued in the side by side tale of Mind-Controlling scanty ...