Mind-Control Panties

Story Ten : Cutie 's Hot Ass

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

banknote : Thanks to Alex for Beta reading this !

The build was running off the heights of its last mind-control excursion. It still enjoyed the bombilation from the last girl who wore one of its scanty. She 'd been transformed. So had been all those around the fille. The effect had rippled out, touching the lives of everyone who came near her. That was n't rare with one of its pairs of pantie, but this effect was delicious. It had enjoyed watching the transformation.

But now it was matter to in a new transmutation.

The image moved through the near-empty halls of the college with these. The figure was nondescript. routine. It clearly did n't belong in this property of education, but no one gave it a irregular coup d'oeil. The mist made it unremarkable. Though spiritual domain, the vaporous magic was there.

The Lapp conjuring trick that wreathed the pantie it made.

The figure smiled as it entered Mr. Harrison 's classroom. Its eyes glanced around the way, drinking in the sight. Rows of orderly desks. Posters hung on the bulwark talking about the professor 's subject : history. One held a flowchart showing the phylogeny of the Roman state, another had heater head of the major issue a worldly concern War I. The figure stopped at one desk. Right up front, center of the row. The pattern shuddered, knowing Zelda would sit her. She was the perfect girl for this pair of step-in. The satin, bronze panties were made for her. The figure carefully draped the panties across the desk, stroking the atomic number 47 letters across the seat.

Cute Tush.

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

The figure swept down the rowing of desks, navigating between them on the way to the doorway. Just as it was about to reach the doorway, it opened. As usual, Zelda Carter had arrived early for her first base class. She was the type of little girl who liked to be on time. Proper. She wore a garden pink, cashmere perspirer, prospicient sleeves and high necks, and a skirt that fell past her articulatio genus, pink leggings peeking out.

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

In her mind, the figure was nothing Thomas More than a janitor. A custodian that had every rightfield to be in the classroom. She stepped aside, the soma sweeping out, soon to have vanished entirely from the individual world.

Not that Zelda knew. Or cared.

She was eagre to learn from her favorite professor. chronicle was a delightful subject to her. She loved uncovering the past times. Learning about all the foibles that others had made. It was why, though she was twenty, she still had her virginity. She 'd show the accounts about the girls who 'd given up their cherries young, surrendering to the brutish lust of their fellow or to their own carnal desires.

Those little girl were invariably unsatisfied.

She wanted her maiden clip to be stark. With a boy that she knew she loved. She had a boyfriend, but she was n't sure as shooting 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 approximation all skittered through her mind as she approached her desk, thinking dancing to and fro as she thought about other things. She made sure she had all her preparation 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 shock. She picked up the pantie, feeling a prickling running through her."Where did you come from ?"

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

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

The threshold to the schoolroom creaked open.

Gasping, panicking at being caught holding a pair of panties, she shoved them into her skirt pocket, balling them mysterious. She whirled around to see Mr. Harrison enter. He was a tall, dark-haired man with brown eyes and a goatee.

"trade good break of the day, Zelda,"he said, giving her a smile."You make me look bad. I should get here before you."

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

"The point in meter were cannons defeated the greatest medieval defenses ever erected,"he said."The day that curtain wall became obsolete."

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Zelda President Carter

I had no thought why I was putting on these panties. I shuddered as I stepped into the satin, satiny underwear. A shiver raced up my legs as I dragged them up my sura. These were the step-in I found yesterday when I arrived at my history class. I did n't make love why anyone would leave them behind. What girl would do that ? I should n't have put them in my air pocket.

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

I was just so singular to see what they would feel like. I always bought plain stitch, boring panties. I never wore the riskier stuff, always telling myself that I was n't ready to mislay my virginity When I was, then I would buy a pair of lacy underwear. Maybe even a G-string.

Until I was quick to show what I was wearing underneath my chick to my fellow, what was the point of wearing anything else ?

I shuddered, biting my lip and whimpering. The panties felt so legato against my thighs. A hot itch formed in my pussy as I pulled the sash up over my rump. I groaned at the silky smell of the cloth. It cupped across my rump, covering every inch of my butt-cheeks. It almost hugged them, gripping them like a couple of hands. I shuddered, wiggling my rump.

Did I have a cute tush ?

I blushed at that thought, my head shaking. My inglorious pigtails danced around my face. My footling boob jiggled. I snagged my knit stitch, gabardine bra and pulled it on as I struggled to get used to this new pair of panties.

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

I decided to bequeath them on. I 'd already donned them, and they did feel variety of nice, even if they made me feel like I was a short bit of a pervy girl. My cheeks were burning as I put on the quietus of my clothes. I pulled on a empurpled perspirer, loving the fuzzy feel of it on my skin. It did n't make me feel naughty.

Not like these panties.

Then I grabbed a black bird. I stepped into it, pulling it up my stage. It was a yearn one, I did n't need to outwear leotards today with this pair. I like wearing skirt. They were so elegant. It made me feel so womanly. I knew sight of young lady like wearing denim or bloomers because they were comfortable, but boys wore those, too.

I wanted to be feminine.

I zipped up my bird and then frowned at my expression in the mirror. I turned, staring at my face visibility. Did this skirt make my fanny look nice ? Did I have a cute tush ? It was hard to say. The spill of the skirt did n't quite cup my rear like the scanty did. I bit my lip, worrying about my back end 's appearance.

Why ?

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

Why ?

That thought echoed through my psyche. Why did I care so much ? I rubbed my manus on my skirt as I headed down the stairs. All my way to my college, all I could think about was how others saw me. Did they look at me and think,"That girl does n't throw a corking ass. I mean, look at what she 's wearing. If she had a precious fanny, why would n't she be showing it off ? Instead, it 's like she 's trying to hide it ?"

That thought really bugged me. It had to be just my imagination. My dame did n't take a crap my hindquarters look unflattering. right hand ? I needed an opinion.

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

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

"Yeah, and ? I just wanted to ask you,"he said, his arm sliding around my waist. He gave me a prompt 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 voice tight.

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

I broke away from him and turned around, twisting my torso to stare at back at him over my shoulder. My mordant pigtails swept off my shoulders as I did."Does this skirt make my ass flavour dependable ?"

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

dungaree ...

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 make you feel self-conscious. You 're gorgeous, Zelda. I love you just the way you are."

It was a nice thought, but I really, really wanted people to cognize I had a cute arse. The satiny panties I wore tingled around my ass, gripping my butt. For a moment, I wanted to just filch up my skirt and ask what he thought of my ass cupped in that naughty satin. My expression burned at the intellection even as my pussycat grew so hot.

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

I wanted that to be plenty, but ...

I was the first person to participate Mr. Harrison 's form. I liked getting there early, eager to see. My young man shared my history class, but he always refused to go in early with me. He always broke off to go string up out with his friends for a duad of minutes before class started. Yesterday 's lesson on the fall of Fourth Council of Constantinople was amazing. Today we were going to spill about how grand Turk Mehmed II set up the seat of his empire in the new city, changing Second Council of Constantinople to Istanbul.

When Mr. President Benjamin Harrison walked in, I almost asked him what his public opinion was on my ass. That would be totally incompatible. He was my professor.

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

Instead, I asked Terry when class was over. He was a tall, Black guy who sat in the back. He had his whisker buzzed curtly and a soul speckle on his mentum. I walked up to him, ignoring the odd look from Nathan.

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

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

Terry paused, his centre flicking me up and down. I noticed his thirstiness stirring in those dark depth. His eyes brimmed with this passion that sent a unholy tingling 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 grinning growing on his lips.

"Well, it looks exquisitely,"he said."It 's really voiceless to say more than, though. Your skirt does n't really underline your rump."

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

"Oh, definitely,"he said."There 's zippo like a White girl with a nice ass."He reached out and compress it, bringing a pant from Nathan 's lips."Yeah, you got potentiality. I have to see it in something better to be intimate fo'sure."

My cheeks burned as I nodded."Thanks, Terry,"I said. I turned around and darted over to my young man."terry cloth thinks I should wear upon something better. Maybe I should buy some blue jean after class are over ?"

"He ... He ..."Nathan 's brass 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 nada to worry 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 about their opinion throughout the day. The consensus was solid : my skirt just did not show off my tush to its wide. They kept saying words like"fine"or"o.k."or even"meh."I needed to do wagerer than meh ! I knew my prat was cute. Hot. I needed to show it off. I had to buy new jeans.

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

"fountainhead,"he said, rubbing at the backbone of his neck opening. He did n't look enthusiastic."I guess I can come. But, I mean, you do n't have to switch your look. You know that, right ? You 're fine the way you are."

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

Nathan blinked."What ?"

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

I left Nathan behind, confused why he would be spluttering. What was amiss with getting some advice from an expert ? I found Dame Ellen Terry, and the Black guy was more than happy to go shopping with me."Fo'certain 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 rider bum, my ass tingling from the silky panties that gripped it. I was so excited about this. I knew my rump would front telling in my new dungaree.

Dame Alice Ellen Terry would assist me pick out the best distich to read off my cute tush to its fullest.

I strolled into the center with Terry, my gist beating with excitement. We did n't go to my usual give up office, the department store, but to one of the trendy stores. I smiled when I saw the denim on exhibit on the role model in the show windowpane. They were so tight. They had slight heart and soul drawn in garden pink diamante on the rear pockets.

I tingled, just knowing these would be perfect.

Of course of action, I grabbed the span with the affectionateness, plus a few more pairs of cheeseparing jeans. I buzzed with hullabaloo as I headed into the changing room. In there, I stripped out of my boring skirt, pausing for a present moment to admire how my backside looked in the bronze panties. The ash gray letter of the alphabet were backward in the mirror, but I knew what they spelled.

I had what they said.

I grabbed the pair of jeans with the hearts on the back pockets, trembling in fervor. I stepped my wooden leg into the twosome, shuddering as I drew the pants up. I, of course, owned some jeans, mainly for doing outdoor material. None were like these. My new jeans were stretchy. Not like any denim I 'd jade. I shuddered as I pulled them higher and higher up my legs, feeling the cloth molding to my skin. I wiggled my hips as I pulled them over my derriere. As I fastened them up, I glanced in the mirror.

They definitely showed off my ass. This was so much better than the wearisome skirt draping over my butt. I smiled and threw spread out the door to the changing room. Terry grinned as I stepped out, his eyes flicking up and down.

"semen on girl, show me that prize. Let me see how good it looks."

I turned around, wiggling my hips.

"tinker's dam, girl, hold on shaking. Let me drink in the mint of you."

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

I hit send.

I gasped as terry 's large custody cupped both my butt-cheeks. He squeezed and kneaded my rump, his finger digging into the blue jean. I shuddered, the hotness building in my pussy. A naughty tingle rippled across my tooshie as his finger's breadth massaged me.

You really went shopping with him ? Nathan sent back.

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

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

"Just my boyfriend,"I said, my entire torso feeling live right now. The way Dame Ellen Terry was touching me had to mean my ass was cute."What do you reckon ? He 's waiting to find out."

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

"wellspring, you are an expert on White lady friend 's asses."

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

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

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

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

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

I tried on the other two pairs of denim. Terry gave a thorough interrogation of each. I groaned, my twat feeling so juicy. I bit my lip and whimpered as his fingerbreadth kneaded my bottom. He pushed the denim a little bit into my butt-crack, trying to reach in there, but just not being able-bodied to. heating system flowed through me. My tit ached.

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

Sweat broke across my brow during the final review. I felt like Dame Alice Ellen Terry was taking forever to approve them, massaging my rear.

"Definitely the first pair,"he said."Those center 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 room. I blinked at that but did n't say anything as I unzipped my jeans. I turned away from him as I pushed the blue jean down my hips. When I bent over to get them past my knee, thrust my ass out at him. He groaned as he saw my panty.

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

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

I worked the dungaree down my stage, sliding them off. I felt Terry looking at me. I groaned as his handwriting grabbed my ass. Fingers dipped into my butt-crack, pressing the satin material into my crotch. I gasped as he found my bunghole. He touched my sphincter, rubbing it through the satin."tinker's damn, you really got a fine ass, girl. Damn fine ass."

"You better stop going lowly,"I whimpered."You 're almost about to venture into places not even my swain 's touched."

"right hand, right,"he said pulling his script away."Do n't want to poach on Nathan 's girl."He said my beau 's name 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 Alice Ellen Terry."He is a majuscule boyfriend."

I really, really did n't want to put back on the doll, 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 variety of them. There was one with maven, another with a four-leaf cuckoo bread, and one with kissing lips. All in all, I bought four distich 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 touch it. After all, I let Terry grope my ass. No cause I could n't let my boyfriend do the same even if the thought made me blush.

That Night, I felt so itchy, I had to fuck off. I did n't do it every day, but tonight I rubbed my slit feverishly. I even did something I 'd never done before. I reached my get out script beneath my backside and skid my figure into my butt-crack.

I found my asshole.

I groaned when I sank my middle finger into my bowels. I felt so wicked. So wanton. I pumped it in and out of me while I rubbed my virgin material body. I came so punishing, my anal sheath writhing around my digit, my juice flooding my fingers. I shuddered, imagining such blue things.

Things thicker than my figure penetrating back there.

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

I had to tire out the panties the side by side day.

Normally, I would n't do that, but they just felt so stick. I slipped them on first, that tingle racing through me. My asshole clenched, remembering my digit. Naughty cerebration danced in my head as I pulled on my jeans next. I went with a pair decorated with kernel.

They were just the shortened.

I wiggled the jeans up my ramification, the stretchy material clinging to me. They showed off my great thigh and precious calves as well as a delicious tush. I tugged the stretchy material over my rump, 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 step-in and still go to college in them, I 'd wear them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I beamed.

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

Just like that, my excitement vanished.

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

I shrugged and headed inside, dazed.

I swayed. Jeans were n't enough to render off my ass. What could I do about that ? I could n't just go around in panties. I had to fall apart something. Right ?

For once, I was n't the low to Mr. Harrison 's family. I was in such a daze as I wandered down the hallway, struggling to image out what to do. What could I possibly wear ? tights ? Those were n't tight enough. They might hug my butt, but they were buddy-buddy and warm. Yoga gasp ?

Those were pretty clingy.

Was there anything better ?

There were nylons, but that was like wearing panties. I need something I can actually wear in public. That would demonstrate 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 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 smuggled guy grinned at me."I thought you 'd be looking happy. I mean, that ass looks pretty good in those jeans."

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

"Fo'sure, I did. It was a damn fine ass. Perfect. You really ask to show 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 jeans. the great unwashed sometimes can get away with wearing them in public. They 'll fit your ass like silk stocking, but, you know, they look like denim."

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

terry 's handwriting slid around my waist to grab my ass. He pulled me fill up to him. Both his hands were now on my hind end. He squeezed and kneaded my ass, his fingers sliding up and down the seam that followed my butt-crack. If the jean was n't so duncical, he could get his finger in there like he had with my panties the day before. He could tease my motherfucker. I felt something grueling poking me in the stomach. I stared up at him as a wave of heating 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 shiver rippling out of my ass."I ca n't do that. Even if I do birth a precious tush."

"Still, damn shame that you—"

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

"It 's all aplomb, man,"Terry said, giving my rump a concluding squeeze."Just inspecting her fine croupe. Nothing wrong with that."

I turned around and smiled at my young man."rightfulness, nothing wrong with that. Look, Nathan, you can grab my ass. Just put your paw over my bum and squeezing. You can see how nice it is."

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

"Are you kidding green-eyed ?"I asked, shaking my head. I pulled away from Terry and that hard jut in his jeans. I went to Nathan, taking his workforce. I gave him such a glad smile."I 'm your girl. okeh ?"

Terry 's script found his way to my ass again. He squeezed me as I smiled at my young man. A wicked shudder ran through me, an electrifying chill that spreadhead from my panties. My kitty-cat clenched. The blackness guy knew how to touch my ass. He was a professional at it.

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

I rolled my eye. I rose on my tiptoes and planted a spry kiss on his lips."You 're my young man. Okay ? terry 's just a friend."

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

I giggled.

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

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

"Something amazing,"I said, taking his arm and pressing against him."come on, Mr. President Benjamin Harrison 's class is about to start. He 's going to be talking about how the Ottoman Turk used the Mamluk slaves to administer their empire. Is n't that weird ? Slaves."

We headed in the classroom while my mental imagery was on firing with the possibleness of jeggings.

They were all I could think about. I googled them between break of serve, staring at pictures of these thin, tight, stretchable material hugging young woman 's asses. They were n't wearing panties, 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 jeans, multitude would n't realize you were wearing practically nylons. They were so racy. I searched where to buy them and smiled when I saw I could get them at the same stead I bought my blue jean. I quivered with excitement.

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

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

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

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

Terry did suffer his paw on my ass. He squeezed and fondled it every chance he could.

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

"No."

"See, just something champion do,"terry cloth said."Especially when that friend 's got a hunky-dory ass."

I giggled.

"I 'd let you come,"Terry continued,"but my backseat 's broad 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 cloth 's car. There were couple of shirts in the back, spread head out over the entire seat. I guess they could n't be moved so Nathan could sit back there. terrycloth slipped into the driver keister and we were off.

I was so frantic to buy the jeggings. The moment we arrived at the shopping center, I burst out of the car and left Terry behind. I missed his deal rubbing my ass, but I was so excited. I was practically running by the clip I was inside the shopping centre. I reached the clothing computer memory, darting in, my eyes scanning.

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

"Damn, 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 nylons. They 're stretchy. They 'll fit."

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

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

He did.

The second he closed the changing room doorway 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 hand grabbed my ass.

I shuddered as he kneaded my ass through my scanty. There was almost zilch between us. I closed my eyes, whimpering as I bit my downcast lip. My mammilla were so laborious. My pussy was so wet. If Nathan was here, I did n't get laid what I would do. I wiggled my hips, loving the hot touch of Terry 's strong fingers kneading my rump.

He groaned, his fingers sliding up and up the scanty until he found the waistband. I gasped as they dipped inside. I felt him sliding into my underclothes. His hand was touching my naked bod. He caressed my rump directly. His middle finger slid into my butt-crack. I whimpered, my centre thundering so fast as he went lower and lower.

He found my sphincter.

I groaned, shuddering at how spiritualist my asshole felt. I whimpered as delight I normally only felt when I masturbated my pussy was flowing through me as he circled my puckered mess. His fingerbreadth caressed my sphincter, causing me to quiver. I leaned over, grabbing a backing bar. I gripped it, my face inches from the mirror before me.

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

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

I whimpered and nodded.

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

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

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

That was so dead on target. I whimpered, my pussy melting with my juice. His fingerbreadth pressed against my sphincter. My oculus widened as he entered me. I felt his finger sliding into my asshole. My virgin twat clenched as his digit sank bass and deeper.

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

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

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

I had no idea my prick could feel so bewilder. When I fingered it last night, it felt peachy, but this ... Terry knew just where to touch me. How to figure out his finger in and out of my bowels. I whimpered through my backbone tooth, feeling this pressure building and building inside of me.

My coming approached.

I shuddered as his finger thrust trench and fast into me. My velvety asshole gripped him, clenching about him increasing the friction. The foreplay. It was incredible. Pleasure rippled through me. I squeezed my oculus shut, short lights dancing across my dark vision. This tide swelled and swelled in me.

He pressed a secondment finger against my asshole.

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

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

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

"Thank you !"I moaned as his finger pumped in and out of me fast and faster. My sexual climax built. Every dip sent me hurtling towards it. I could n't stand firm surrendering to this passion. I could n't stop myself from enjoying this. My ass felt amazing. His digit felt so right inside my bowels.

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

"Yes !"I squealed. I came.

My cocksucker writhed around his finger. My virgin pussy convulsed. I could feel the juices soaking my bush and the gusset of my panty. 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 top dog from side of meat to side. superstar exploded across my visual sense as the waves of transport slammed into my mind.

I drowned in ecstasy. My asshole felt amazing. I had no mind a friend could give me such enrapture just from fingering my bowels. I whimpered, drinking it in. So glad that my cute tush could give me such rapture.

"Damn, you do have an amazing ass,"he growled."It 's got ta be the most thoroughgoing ass in the world. Fo'sure, girl."

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

"You 're welcome,"he said. He ripped his fingers out of my asshole. For a moment, he pressed against me. I felt the gruelling bulge of his cock rubbing against my rump."I ca n't wait for tomorrow. You 'll look mystify 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 idle words of raptus that my anal retentive orgasm gave me. Dame Ellen Terry was such a good ally to relieve oneself me feel so ripe. I gave him a kiss on the nerve in thanks.

I climbed into his car and immediately texted Nathan. I have the jeggings ! I hope you 're studying for your math run ! 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 cause to worry. Terry 's a respectable ally. He made me finger so good about my jeggings. Gave me such a boot. Buying them was awe-inspiring. I wish I could fare over and see you because I would probably do something naughty. But you have to study, and I have my own homework I need to get done. Tomorrow, you 'll get to see my ass in my jeggings.

So will Terry.

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

Nathan did n't answer.

Terry dropped me off at my house, giving me a net 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 prick. I made myself cum three clip before I passed out. When I woke up, my fingerbreadth was still buried in my intestine. Since I had 15 minutes before I had to actually get up, I gave myself another one orgasm.

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

I loved having fingers in my bunghole. Maybe Nathan would thumb my asshole at school. I wished he 'd kibosh being such a joint in the mud. I did n't understand why he was so green-eyed of terrycloth. We were just friends.

I cracked clear the plastic egg holding the stone-wash pair of jeggings. I did n't have the step-in on, they would be seeable through it and it would defeat the whole point of wearing these. Jeggings would be even soaked than my step-in. They would mould to my keister and even skid into butt-crack and show off the full shape of my peachy ass.

putt jeggings on was like rolling on silk stocking. I went slow, working them up both legs to make water trusted there were n't any runs. The only difference of opinion between stockings and jeggings were the latter had no fundament. The jeggings ended at my ankle joint.

I shuddered as they clung to my thighs like scrawny blue jean, but were even slopped. I pulled them mellow and higher. I groaned as I rolled them up over my rump. Just like I had hoped, I could finger the stretchable material sliding into my butt-crack. It pressed against my son of a bitch, letting me know that the full definition of my rump could be seen.

They were so thin I felt like I was naked.

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

It was a minor price to pay to show off my perfect ass.

I rushed down the step, the jeggings cupping my ass and vulva. Without any pubic hair, I could feel the stretchy material caressing my kitty lips. My clit. I groaned, this heat racing through me. The cloth was in my butt-crack and teasing my arse. I whimpered, my full body on fire.

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

I 'd be late for Mr. President William Henry Harrison 's course of study if I did n't leave.

I bolted out of the menage, my feet stretching out before me. The jeggings hugged me like a second skin. I was practically naked as I hit the sidewalk and made the veracious towards my college. It was n't far. I lived close. But, still, I had to hurry to avoid being late.

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

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

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

OMW

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

It was all so a great deal blissfulness.

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

I darted across the route to get to my college. A car horn honked, brakes screeching. I just kept running. I made it to the former slope and raced into the schooling undercoat. I could see Nathan waiting out social movement.

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 virgin. I did n't know when I would be gear up to render it up. It had to be to the proper guy.

I had assumed that was Nathan, but the way he 'd been acting the last few mean solar day ...

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

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

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

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

"God, intercept being such a green-eyed idiot. Because my bush would totally be on display. Look."I straightened and pointed at my crotch.

His jaw dropped."Holy shag crap, Zelda, I can see your pussy sass. It 's like your practically naked."

"I know,"I said, turning around."See ? Look at my goat. You can see every bit of my precious tush. Is n't it just hone ?"

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

"It was just something booster do,"I said."It was n't like he fingered my pussy our have-to doe with my tits. I did n't even kiss him."I lunged in kissed Nathan on the lips."Now, we have to get to Mr. George Harrison 's socio-economic class. It 's about to start."

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

Mr. William Henry Harrison 's year was n't too far into the building. I reached it in meter, bursting in before the warning bell rang. Everyone turned to look at me. All the guys groaned when they saw what I was wearing. Mr. Benjamin Harrison 's dropped the Quran 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 rump. He held on tight, stopping me from reaching my butt."red cent, I knew your ass would look amazing in these. Fo'sure, you got the proficient ass on campus."

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

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

"Yes, he 's inspecting my cute tush."A hot quiver ran through my pussycat. I was so on flame. I quivered, loving the smell of both of Terry 's hands now roaming my ass. He parted my butt-cheeks. I could feel him staring into my crack. He let out a moan of pleasure.

"Goddamn, Zelda, these mould to every inch of you. I can see the imprint of your asshole through the jeggings."

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

"Oh, yes, Terry,"I moaned."Mmm, I need this. Oh, God, I need this so bad. Your digit feeling incredible in my asshole."

"Zelda !"my beau groaned.

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

"Yeah, listen to your girl,"Terry said, rubbing the stretchy fabric of the jeggings harder into my arse. I groaned, my anatomical sphincter drank it in. I leaned over, grabbing the back of my chair. My butt-cheeks clenched around his digit, pinning him against my sphincter.

He rubbed harder. My pigtails danced around my human face as everyone saw Terry inspect my cute tush. All the boys were staring at me. Panting. They all knew I had a perfect ass. My back arched, another throaty moan 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. Keep stroking me, Dame Ellen Terry. Get me cheeseparing and closer to—"

I heard a tear.

"shit, that 's frail,"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 twat felt on showing. I gasped as now Terry 's finger rubbed directly at my asshole.

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

His finger left my dickhead, leaving me quivering. I needed him to hold on touching me. He grabbed both halves of my jeggings and snap them promote apart. He revealed all of my butt. The jeggings split all the way up to the waistband. I groaned, set over, everything on display.

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

"What the piece of ass !"Nathan groaned as I whimpered.

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

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

"Yes !"I moaned."He 's an expert on Andrew D. White miss asses."

"Damn,"moaned Shawn from his seat nearby.

All the guy were staring. They watched as Terry feasted on my cocksucker. His glossa swirled around it. Then he pressed against it. I groaned as he penetrated my intestine. I whimpered as that lingua pressed into my anal sheath. I glanced at Nathan, his face red. I gave him a smile, letting him get laid this was innocent.

It was just my asshole, after all.

Oh, it felt amazing.

Terry 's strong fingers kneaded my buns as his spit pumped in and out of my asshole. The delight melted down to my pussycat, my orgasm building and edifice. I wiggled my hips from English to side. I whimpered. That wonderful pleasance swelled in me. It was so juicy. Everyone was witnessing it.

I came.

My asshole quivered and convulsed around Dame Ellen Terry 's probing natural language. I gasped at the rush of pleasure surging through my pussy. It flowed through me, a Delicious tidal Wave of rapture that filled every nerve in my organic structure. It spilled up to my psyche. My breasts jiggled in my bra, my pigtails dancing about my head. It felt so amazing.

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

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

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

Juices soaked my torn jeggings. They gushed out of my shaved pussy and spilled down to my tattered stockings. I shuddered, my tangy aroma filling my olfactory organ. It was unbelievable. I love cumming from anal stimulation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was that his turncock ?

I threw a flavor over my articulatio humeri, just twisting my body sufficiency to see my dandy backside and his thick, ebony putz draped over it. His dark shaft contrasted so much against my blanch peel. He was huge, twice as long as his finger, and thicker than three of them.

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

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

"shit, your girl is a loose woman,"said Shawn.

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

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

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

I nodded my head."He is an expert on White miss ass. 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 cold and knavish. I gasped, realizing it was lube. I heard a wet, foxy phone and glanced behind me again. Dame Ellen Terry was rubbing the like gel into his cock, making his ebony 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 Dame Ellen Terry 's big shaft press on my lubricate asshole."You get to see my ass broken in. terry cloth 's going to open me up for everyone to enjoy my cute tush. Oh, Nathan, this is all I want !"

I groaned as Terry pressed his dick against my shit. I felt my sphincter stretchiness and stretch. It was such an unbelievable delectation. I groaned, my middle fluttering. It was amazing. My heart pounded in my pectus. There was this delicious surge. It surged through me. My heart fluttered, my gut clenching down on the boneheaded dick penetrating me. I whimpered, wiggling my hips from side to side, joy rippling through me.

I crushed Nathan 's hand in my soaked grip. Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's dick was so big. I could feel my anal sheath spreading to engulf him. He truly was breaking me in, opening me up for all the modest tool to bask. I whimpered, so sword lily this big, black beast could be in me. My virgin purulent drank him in.

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

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

Then he drew back. His shaft slid through me. My velvety gut gripped him. I thought it felt amazing when he fingered me. When he tongued me. But those joy held cypher compared to his dick. His huge gibe stimulated my anal retentive sheath. The delight melted down to my pussy. It fed another growing orgasm. I gasped as he rammed back into me. Harder. Faster. His balls slapped against my virgin bitch. I gasped at the chill of pleasure rippling along my cunt brim. Then he drew back again.

He pounded me.

I gripped my desk with my leftover script and my beau 's hand with the other. I stared up at him, seeing the offend expression on his aspect. I did n't understand why he did n't conceive this was amazing. This was the topper thing ever. Terry 's dick plunged into me hard and fast. He stimulated me. I could feel my orgasm construction faster and faster. This mighty plosion that would consume me.

"Oh, Nathan, his dick smell so good in me,"I moaned."Oh, honey, watch him break in my ass. It 's getting me ready for you and for Shawn and for Margaret Munnerlyn Mitchell and for all the other guys."

"Even me ?"Mr. President William Henry Harrison asked.

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

"Zelda,"groaned Nathan.

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

Nathan let out a stifled groan.

Terry grunted, his hands gripping my hip joint. He slammed hard in me. His blushing crotch smacked my hind end. His Ball cracked into my contamination and pussy mouth. I loved that big, thick gumshoe plunging hard and fast in me. I whimpered. Groaned. I could n't protest much longer.

I was about to explode.

I straightened, my left arm darting out and hooking around Nathan 's neck opening. I pulled my boyfriend down. He had to understand how mystify this was for me. So I kissed him. I thrust my tongue into my boyfriend 's mouthpiece as Dame Ellen Terry slammed his dick to the hilt in my asshole.

I came.

I groaned into my boyfriend 's backtalk as my asshole writhed around Terry 's dick. The joy was acute. Amazing. A tsunami of rapture sloshed through my dead body. It slammed into my psyche, drowning my thoughts in disco biscuit. champion burst before my eyes. I kissed Nathan so hard, thrusting my spit into his mouth.

He had to interpret. He had to know that this was so awful for me. I was such a lucky girl to have Terry 's big shaft in my bunghole. My intestine clenched and spasmed and writhed about his gumshoe. He plowed in hard. fast. He sent more and more waving of rapture sweeping out of my pussy. My Virgo slit clenched, my juices gushing out of me.

"Her asshole 's going tempestuous,"groaned terry cloth."This is the dependable ass fo'sure. You Guy are all gon na jazz fucking her."

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

"Yeah,"groaned Mr. Harrison.

With a groan, Nathan started to kiss me back. My boyfriend nibbled on my lower lip as the pleasance rushed through me. Orgasm after climax fusillade through me. My asshole reveled in that big, compact, lightlessness dick rammed into me. I whimpered, so glad my White ass was able to take every column inch of terrycloth. I quivered, my toes curling.

I knew that terry would always be my preferent hawkshaw to have fucking my ass. I had a feeling not even Nathan 's would ever equate. I probably should n't tell my boyfriend that though.

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

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

I groaned harder into Nathan 's rim as I did just that. When Terry was empty-bellied, he ripped out of me. I felt someone else grabbed my hips. A new cock push into me. It was n't as big but still felt overnice. Right. My son of a bitch was designed to please dicks. My cute prat needed turncock in me. I groaned, savoring the hard strokes.

Who fucked me ?

"Go, Mr. George Harrison !"cheered Ted Shawn."Fuck the strumpet 's ass."

I groaned my agreement into Nathan 's lips.

Mr. William Henry Harrison fucked my cum-filled asshole hard. He pounded me, thrusting deep into my bowels. It was such a grand experience. I could hear my professor grunting. Groaning. My asshole was making him experience amazing. My cute tush was giving him such pleasure. I broke the buss with Nathan, staring into his middle. I stroked his face, my tits jiggling in my bra. He had to understand. He had to know that I had to fuck every pecker I could with my asshole.

"See !"I moaned to him."It 's not really sex, he 's just nookie my bowels. You can do it. You can love my asshole, too. You can feel what the corking ass in the integral humans tone like wrapped around your rooster. 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,"Dame Ellen Terry said."gladiola to do it. Fo'sure, that 's the honeyed ass I 've ever had. You 're gon na screw her. I know I will. I ca n't waitress for my succeeding turn."

Neither could I.

Mr. George Harrison pounded me unvoiced, and then he was spurting into my cocksucker. My professor flooded me as my orgasm rippled through my dead body. That grand delight swept through me. It was n't as intense as with Terry, but it was still a treat to enjoy. Mr. Harrison groaned, spilling his ejaculate in me. He deserved it for being such an awesome prof.

Shawn got my ass adjacent. He beat Nathan to me. I groaned as Shawn slammed his dick into my jizz-filled bowels. I whimpered in joy, bending over my desk, just savoring his cock in me. I hugged my desk as Ted Shawn fucked my ass. Cum leaked out of my sphincter, bubbling out around his shaft and dribbling down to my shaved slit. The tinder coated my Virgo the Virgin flesh. I whimpered, not needing to bear on my twat.

I would cum just from being fucked in the ass.

My SOB milked Shawn 's dick when he erupted, another delicious sexual climax rushing through me. This time, Nathan was future. My young man pounded my intestine. The fourth pecker to enter my mother fucker. I squeezed down on him, wiggling my rose hip, wanting to give him the best experience potential. He leaned over me, grunting, groaning. He savored my jizz-filled bowels. He fired off fast. He flooded me and gave me another wonderful delight.

One after the early, the boys of my history form used me. They fucked me. They enjoyed my cute bum to the fullest. I groaned in passion. I left the class, my jeggings torn open, jizz leaking out of me. Everyone could see how amazing my ass was. son would labour me against the wall and just thrash their prick into my prick. They would fuck me right there in the corridor, our classmates groaning, wishing they were the prosperous one to grab me.

During socio-economic class, my male professors got to use me first. They would make out me hard, thrusting into me. Then the other students would get their turn. I especially loved it when the Black guys went. None of them were quite as big as Terry, but it was always such a thrill to feel an ebony dick sliding into my White ass.

Custodians used me. Fathers of students just visiting got the chance to slide their shaft in me. When I was outside of my college, random men would love me hard. It was amazing. I could n't go a moment without having a dick in my asshole. 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 path, Nathan often had to sit there and scout. Sometimes, I would give him a handjob as a big gumshoe filled my motherfucker, 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 years away.

I had all the shaft I needed fucking my prick. I could agree off on having sex.

I was happy I had such a supportive beau who understood how cute my virginity was. I loved him so much. I especially like going over to dinner at his house. His dada 's dick was bigger. It was such a delight to get fucked up the ass over the dinner party table while his mother and sister talked to Nathan about his day. I would cum so hard.

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

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The figure smiled. This pair of pantie was a wild success. Keeping her virginity intact while turning her into a whore had been such a rush. Now the figure had a new theme. Another way to worm a girl 's nous in gamey way. To channel her lust in different ways.

The figure stroked its newest pair of panties, a bubbly pink delight decorated with little hearts. They were childish, intended for a younger girl than its quarry 's age of eighteen. Cute and bubbly and devoid. On the back was written two words : Adorable Kitten.

The human body stroked the magenta letter of the alphabet, a bit of glitter dazzling in the characters.

It was clock time. The Rush built and built. The figure was so ready.

To be continued in the future narrative of Mind-Controlling pantie ...