Mind-Control Panties

Story Ten : Cutie 's Hot Ass

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The physique was running off the high of its last mind-control sashay. It still enjoyed the buzz from the finale girl who wore one of its panties. She 'd been transformed. So had been all those around the miss. The effect had rippled out, touching the life sentence of everyone who came near her. That was n't uncommon with one of its duet of panties, but this result was delicious. It had enjoyed watching the transformation.

But now it was interested in a new transformation.

The chassis moved through the near-empty halls of the college with these. The form was nondescript. Unremarkable. It clearly did n't belong in this spot of education, but no one gave it a second glance. The mist made it mundane. Though spiritual domain, the vaporous trick was there.

The same magic that wreathed the panties it made.

The physique smiled as it entered Mr. Harrison 's classroom. Its heart glanced around the room, drunkenness in the visual sense. Rows of orderly desks. Posters hung on the bulwark talking about the professor 's subject : history. One held a flow sheet showing the evolution of the Roman res publica, another had slug points of the major events a World War I. The figure stopped at one desk. Right up front, center of the row. The build shuddered, knowing Zelda would sit her. She was the perfect missy for this brace of panties. The satin, bronze panties were made for her. The figure carefully draped the panty across the desk, stroking the ash gray alphabetic character across the seat.

Cute Tush.

The frame smiled, tidal bore for its newest origination to be donned. bore for the rush of mind-controlling another mortal young woman who put them on.

The figure swept down the rows of desks, navigating between them on the way to the doorway. Just as it was about to accomplish the room access, it opened. As common, Zelda Carter had arrived early for her first grade. She was the type of girl who liked to be on time. Proper. She wore a pink, cashmere perspirer, long sleeve and highschool necks, and a skirt that fell past her knees, pink legging peeking out.

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

In her mind, the trope was nothing more than a janitor. A custodian that had every right hand to be in the classroom. She stepped aside, the physique sweeping out, soon to own vanished entirely from the someone world.

Not that Zelda knew. Or cared.

She was eager to learn from her best-loved professor. chronicle was a delicious 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 fille who 'd given up their cherry red untested, surrendering to the brute lust of their beau or to their own fleshly desires.

Those girls were invariably unsatisfied.

She wanted her first of all time to be perfect. With a boy that she knew she loved. She had a boyfriend, 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 set up, he would be.

These ideas all skittered through her thinker as she approached her desk, thoughts dancing to and fro as she thought about early things. She made sure she had all her homework done, cataloging all the 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 panties, feeling a frisson running through her."Where did you issue forth from ?"

She did n't even remember the 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 different from the cotton fiber panties she wore. A naughty delectation rippled through her, her butt-cheeks tingling.

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

The threshold to the classroom creaked open.

Gasping, panicking at being caught holding a yoke of panties, she shoved them into her skirt scoop, balling them deep. She whirled around to see Mr. Sir Rex Harrison enter. He was a grandiloquent, dark-haired man with brown center and a goatee.

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

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

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

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Zelda President Carter

I had no idea why I was putting on these scanty. I shuddered as I stepped into the satin, silky underwear. A frisson raced up my legs as I dragged them up my calfskin. These were the pantie I found yesterday when I arrived at my story class. I did n't make love why anyone would allow them behind. What girl would do that ? I should n't induce put them in my pocket.

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

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

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

I shuddered, biting my lip and whimpering. The panties felt so placid against my thigh. A hot itch formed in my pussy as I pulled the cincture up over my rump. I groaned at the sleek feel of the fabric. It cupped across my rump, covering every column inch 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 tooshie ?

I blushed at that thought, my promontory vibration. My black pigtails danced around my case. My petty breasts jiggled. I snagged my field, white bra and pulled it on as I struggled to get used to this new pair of panties.

They made my scramble feeling so excited. Especially across my nates. Everywhere they touched me felt alert. Electrified. I licked my lips, wondering if I should take away them off. I felt so naughty. My garden pink tit were hard, I was starting to get wet. Like when Nathan kissed me.

I decided to leave 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 trivial bit of a pervy girl. My cheeks were burning as I put on the residual of my dress. I pulled on a purple sweater, loving the hazy tactile property of it on my skin. It did n't make me feel naughty.

Not like these panties.

Then I grabbed a black dame. I stepped into it, pulling it up my ramification. It was a yearn one, I did n't need to wear tights today with this duet. I like wearing skirts. They were so elegant. It made me sense so womanly. I knew fortune of miss like wearing jeans or pants because they were well-fixed, 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 profile. Did this skirt make my tail end flavor nice ? Did I have a cute rear ? It was hard to say. The fall of the skirt did n't quite cup my rear like the panties did. I bit my lip, worrying about my buns '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 clean dress, but I was n't worried about how my trope looked to others. But ... I bit my downhearted lip, thinking my tail did n't look cute at all in the skirt. It bothered me for some reason.

Why ?

That thought echoed through my thinker. Why did I care so much ? I rubbed my hands on my bird as I headed down the stairs. All my way to my college, all I could call back about was how others saw me. Did they look at me and consider,"That young lady does n't have a great ass. I mean, look at what she 's wearing. If she had a cute tush, why would n't she be showing it off ? Instead, it 's like she 's trying to hide it ?"

That thought really bugged me. It had to be just my imagination. My skirt did n't cook my bottom face unflattering. rightfield ? 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 grandiloquent guy with blonde hair and profane eyes. He grinned as he pushed off from the wall."Hey, cutie, how you doing ?"

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

"Yeah, and ? I just wanted to ask you,"he said, his arm sliding around my waistline. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I could finger his workforce on my lower back. Why did n't they slue lower and cup my tail end ? Did n't he think 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 stare at back at him over my articulatio humeri. My black pigtails swept off my shoulder as I did."Does this doll make my ass look good ?"

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

dungaree ...

The cerebration 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 intend to make you finger self-conscious. You 're gorgeous, Zelda. I love you just the way you are."

It was a nice opinion, but I really, really wanted multitude to know I had a cute bottom. The silky panties I wore tingled around my ass, gripping my butt. For a bit, I wanted to just arise up my skirt and ask what he thought of my ass cupped in that naughty satin. My cheek burned at the persuasion even as my pussy grew so hot.

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

I wanted that to be enough, but ...

I was the number 1 person to enter Mr. Harrison 's social class. I liked getting there early, tidal bore to learn. My boyfriend shared my chronicle course of study, but he always refused to go in early with me. He always broke off to go hang out with his friends for a twosome of proceedings before classes started. Yesterday 's deterrent example on the fall of Stamboul was amazing. Today we were going to tattle about how Sultan Mehmed II set up the seat of his Empire in the new metropolis, changing Third Council of Constantinople to Istanbul.

When Mr. Harrison walked in, I almost asked him what his opinion was on my ass. That would be totally out or keeping. 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 grandiloquent, Black guy who sat in the spine. He had his hair buzzed short and a psyche patch on his Kuki-Chin. I walked up to him, ignoring the odd look from Nathan.

"Terry ?"I asked, turning my eubstance to record off my side profile."Does this dame make my ass look precious ?"

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 hunger stirring in those wickedness depth. His eyes brimmed with this love that sent a distasteful tingle through me. My butt-cheeks clenched as my panties seemed to almost electrify my rump. I turned more, giving the black guy a full-on flavour at my ass. He studied it, a smile growing on his lips.

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

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

"Oh, definitely,"he said."There 's aught like a White daughter with a nice ass."He reached out and squelch it, bringing a gasp from Nathan 's lips."Yeah, you got potential. I have to see it in something better to know fo'sure."

My brass burned as I nodded."Thanks, terry cloth,"I said. I turned around and darted over to my young man."terrycloth thinks I should wear something better. Maybe I should buy some jeans after course of instruction 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 potential. Are you jealous ?"I grinned and took his arm. I rubbed my nerve 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 Virgo pussycat itched. I did n't think it 'll be too long until I was quick, but I never knew. The time had to be perfect.

"fountainhead, I guess,"he said.

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

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

"fountainhead,"he said, rubbing at the spinal column of his neck. He did n't seem enthusiastic."I guess I can follow. But, I mean, you do n't have to convert your face. You know that, right ? You 're very well the way you are."

"I guess,"I said. He should be more supportive."Maybe terry cloth would like to do with me and establish 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 White daughter 's ass. He 'll be perfect."

I left Nathan behind, confused why he would be spluttering. What was awry with getting some advice from an expert ? I found Dame Alice Ellen Terry, and the lightlessness 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 intact time. I kept squirming in the passenger stern, my ass tingling from the silky panties that gripped it. I was so agitate about this. I knew my fanny would reckon impressive in my new jeans.

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

I strolled into the mall with Dame Ellen Terry, my heart beating with inflammation. We did n't go to my common stopping seat, the section store, but to one of the voguish memory board. I smiled when I saw the blue jean on display on the model in the display window. They were so loaded. They had slight eye drawn in pink diamante on the rear pockets.

I tingled, just knowing these would be perfect.

Of form, I grabbed the pair with the hearts, plus a few Sir Thomas More couple of skinny jean. I buzzed with inflammation as I headed into the changing elbow room. In there, I stripped out of my deadening doll, pausing for a moment to admire how my rump looked in the bronze step-in. The silver letter were backward in the mirror, but I knew what they spelled.

I had what they said.

I grabbed the span of jeans with the nerve on the back pocket, trembling in hullabaloo. I stepped my legs into the couple, shuddering as I drew the pants up. I, of course, owned some jeans, mainly for doing outdoor stuff. None were like these. My new jean were stretchy. Not like any denim I 'd worn. I shuddered as I pulled them higher and in high spirits up my legs, feeling the textile 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 often effective than the bore bird draping over my rear. I smiled and threw open the doorway to the changing way. Terry grinned as I stepped out, his heart flicking up and down.

"Come on girl, render me that prize. Let me see how good it looks."

I turned around, wiggling my hips.

"shit, daughter, stop quiver. Let me drink in the sight of you."

"Sorry, I 'm just so energize,"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 Dame Ellen Terry 's boastfully hired man cupped both my butt-cheeks. He squeezed and kneaded my rear end, his fingers digging into the denim. I shuddered, the heat building in my twat. A naughty tingle rippled across my can as his finger massaged me.

You really went shopping with him ? Nathan sent back.

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

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

"Just my fellow,"I said, my entire physical structure feeling alive right now. The way Terry was touching me had to mean my ass was cute."What do you think ? He 's waiting to detect out."

"Damn, why did n't you give birth your swain do this ?"Terry said.

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

He chuckled."Fo'sure. And you got a great touch 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 covetous, I texted. He 's just wring my ass. It 's not like he 's touching my breast or anything. I giggled and said to Terry"He 's getting a small jealous."

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

I tried on the other two pairs of dungaree. terry cloth gave a thorough examination of each. I groaned, my pussy touch so juicy. I bit my lip and whimpered as his finger kneaded my rump. He pushed the denim a little bit into my butt-crack, trying to reach in there, but just not being capable to. oestrus flowed through me. My nipples ached.

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

stew broke across my supercilium during the terminal inspection. I felt like Terry was taking forever to approve them, massaging my rear.

"Definitely the first pair,"he said."Those hearts 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 elbow room. I blinked at that but did n't say anything as I unzipped my denim. I turned away from him as I pushed the denim down my hip. When I bent over to get them past my knees, thrust my ass out at him. He groaned as he saw my scanty.

"Now, girlfriend, that 's a Nice looking ass. Shame you ca n't jade these to class."

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

I worked the dungaree down my stage, sliding them off. I felt terrycloth looking at me. I groaned as his script grabbed my ass. Fingers dipped into my butt-crack, pressing the satin fabric into my crotch. I gasped as he found my arsehole. He touched my sphincter, rubbing it through the satin."Damn, you really got a delicately ass, young woman. damn fine ass."

"You better cease going humbled,"I whimpered."You 're almost about to speculation into seat not even my boyfriend 's touched."

"right hand, right,"he said pulling his manus away."Do n't require 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 Terry."He is a keen boyfriend."

I really, really did n't want to put back on the skirt, but I had to walk out of here wearing something. I ended up buying a duet of brace of the ones with hearts on them. Well, they had a variety of them. There was one with stars, another with a four-leaf dutch clover, and one with kissing mouth. All in all, I bought four twosome of dungaree.

It was all I could afford.

terry drove me home. There, I raced upstairs, texting Nathan all about it. I promised that he would screw what I looked like when he saw me tomorrow. He would be blown away by what an awe-inspiring ass I had. He could even refer it. After all, I let Terry grope my ass. No rationality I could n't let my boyfriend do the Saami even if the persuasion made me blush.

That night, I felt so fidgety, I had to fuck off. 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 allow for deal beneath my rump and slid my figure into my butt-crack.

I found my asshole.

I groaned when I sank my heart finger into my gut. I felt so wicked. So piddle. I pumped it in and out of me while I rubbed my virgin figure. I came so hard, my anal case writhing around my digit, my juices flooding my fingers. I shuddered, imagining such naughty things.

Things thicker than my figure penetrating back there.

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

I had to fatigue the panties the succeeding day.

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

They were just the precious.

I wiggled the jeans up my peg, the stretchable fabric clinging to me. They showed off my great thighs and precious calf as well as a delicious behind. I tugged the stretchable cloth over my tush, feeling it gripping my butt-cheeks. It was almost as soused as my panties.

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

Nathan was pacing out strawman of the college when I arrived. I called his name. He gave me this come to flavor. I smiled at him and darted up. I stopped before him, saying,"Well ?"I turned, letting him get a look at my coffin nail."What do you recollect ?"

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

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

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

I squealed again."I 'm so sword lily you like my ass in this."I threw my branch around his cervix and kissed him on the impertinence."Oh, Nathan, you 're such a wonderful boyfriend."

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

I beamed.

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

Just like that, my excitement vanished.

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

I shrugged and headed inside, dazed.

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

For once, I was n't the commencement to Mr. Reginald Carey Harrison 's class. I was in such a daze as I wandered down the hall, struggling to enter out what to do. What could I possibly break ? Tights ? Those were n't tight enough. They might hug my butt, but they were thickset and warm. Yoga pants ?

Those were pretty clingy.

Was there anything better ?

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

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

"Pretty safe is n't trade 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 ok ass. Perfect. You really ask 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 blue jean. People sometimes can get away with wearing them in public. They 'll fit your ass like nylons, but, you know, they look like denim."

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

Terry 's hand slid around my shank to grab my ass. He pulled me close to him. Both his men were now on my rump. He squeezed and kneaded my ass, his digit sliding up and down the seam that followed my butt-crack. If the denim was n't so thickheaded, he could get his fingerbreadth in there like he had with my scanty the day before. He could tease my asshole. I felt something hard poking me in the stomach. I stared up at him as a wave of hotness washed out of my pussy.

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

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

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

"Still, damn disgrace that you—"

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

"It 's all sang-froid, man,"Terry said, giving my rear a net power play."Just inspecting her ok rear end. Nothing unseasonable with that."

I turned around and smiled at my beau."rightfield, aught improper with that. face, Nathan, you can grab my ass. Just put your hands over my rear end and squeeze. You can see how skillful 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 early guys do it.

"Are you kidding envious ?"I asked, shaking my head. I pulled away from Dame Alice Ellen Terry and that operose bulge in his jean. I went to Nathan, taking his hands. I gave him such a happy smile."I 'm your girlfriend. Okay ?"

Terry 's mitt found his way to my ass again. He squeezed me as I smiled at my fellow. A wicked shudder ran through me, an electrifying tingle that spread from my pantie. My pussy clenched. The black guy knew how to bear on my ass. He was a original at it.

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

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

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

I giggled.

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

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

"Something amazing,"I said, taking his arm and pressing against him."Come on, Mr. Harrison 's class is about to pop. He 's going to be talking about how the ottoman used the Mamluk slaves to administer 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 geological fault, staring at ikon of these fragile, blind drunk, stretchable material hugging girl 's asses. They were n't wearing panty, so the stuff slipped into their butt-cracks. It was like they were naked, but they were n't. Because they look like they were jeans, people would n't realize you were wearing practically nylons. They were so risque. I searched where to buy them and smiled when I saw I could get them at the same place I bought my jeans. I quivered with excitement.

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

"You 're going with him again ?"Nathan whined as I headed to Terry 's car. My young man 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 grades. terry will make sure I get to the mall and back. He 's a really good friend."

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

Dame Ellen Terry did induce his hand on my ass. He squeezed and fondled it every chance he could.

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

"No."

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

I giggled.

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

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

Then I was stepping into terry 's car. There were couple of shirts in the backbone, 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 driver bottom and we were off.

I was so excited to buy the jeggings. The moment we arrived at the mall, I burst out of the car and left Dame Ellen Terry behind. I missed his bridge player rubbing my ass, but I was so excited. I was practically running by the time I was inside the mall. I reached the clothing store, 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 hands, juggling them, when Terry walked in.

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

I smiled at him.

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

I rolled my middle."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 pair of blue jean so I can sham to have something to try on."

He did.

The bit he closed the changing room door behind us, I was unsnapping my blue jean. I shoved them down, bending over so he could see my backside clad in the bronze panty. I felt so distasteful. So naughty.

His hired man grabbed my ass.

I shuddered as he kneaded my ass through my panties. There was almost nothing between us. I closed my centre, whimpering as I bit my lower lip. My nipples were so surd. My pussy was so wet. If Nathan was here, I did n't fuck what I would do. I wiggled my hip joint, loving the hot touch of terrycloth 's strong fingerbreadth kneading my rump.

He groaned, his fingerbreadth sliding up and up the pantie until he found the waistband. I gasped as they dipped inside. I felt him sliding into my underclothing. His script was touching my naked flesh. He caressed my rump directly. His heart finger slid into my butt-crack. I whimpered, my essence thundering so fast as he went lower and lower.

He found my sphincter.

I groaned, shuddering at how sensitive my motherfucker felt. I whimpered as joy I normally only felt when I masturbated my pussy was flowing through me as he circled my puckered hole. His finger caressed my sphincter, causing me to quiver. I leaned over, grabbing a reinforcement bar. I gripped it, my face in from the mirror before me.

I was flushed. My pigtails swayed about my fount, my black 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 little asshole."

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

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

That was so dependable. I whimpered, my pussy melting with my juices. His digit pressed against my sphincter. My oculus widened as he entered me. I felt his fingers sliding into my asshole. My virgin slit clenched as his figure sank deep and deeper.

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

"Yeah, just a beautiful ass,"he groaned."I ca n't expect 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 profundity. My petty clit throbbed, my nipples aching. It was incredible.

I had no idea my SOB could palpate so astonishing. When I fingered it close nighttime, it felt great, but this ... Terry knew just where to tinge me. How to make for his finger's breadth in and out of my bowels. I whimpered through my grit teeth, feeling this pressure construction and building interior of me.

My climax approached.

I shuddered as his digit thrust deep and fast into me. My velvety asshole gripped him, clenching about him increasing the detrition. The foreplay. It was incredible. pleasance rippled through me. I squeezed my eye shut, short lights dancing across my dark imagination. This tide swelled and swelled in me.

He pressed a second finger against my asshole.

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

My anal ring stretched and stretched. I groaned, wanting to fight down his invasion, but it felt too soundly to reject. This heat that stabbed into my nethers. The back finger sank into me, extending into me to come home almost as deep as his midriff digit did. I groaned as he pumped them both in and out of me.

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

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

He jammed them both so oceanic abyss in me, his other fingers sliding into my butt-crack. He almost sank every inch of his digit buried in me. So chummy and long.

"Yes !"I squealed. I came.

My arse writhed around his digit. My vestal pussy convulsed. I could finger the succus soaking my bush and the gusset of my panties. I whimpered, my modest breasts jiggling in my bra as I trembled. My pigtails danced around my head. They whipped around my shoulder as I swung my straits from incline to side. Stars exploded across my visual sense as the undulation of exaltation slammed into my mind.

I drowned in ecstasy. My shit felt amazing. I had no idea a supporter could give me such please just from fingering my bowels. I whimpered, drinking it in. So happy that my cute tush could feed me such rapture.

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

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

"You 're welcome,"he said. He ripped his fingers out of my mother fucker. For a moment, he pressed against me. I felt the hard bulge of his stopcock rubbing against my keister."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 shopping center, carried on the winds of rapture that my anal orgasm gave me. Terry was such a good Quaker to reach me sense so honest. I gave him a osculation on the cheek in thanks.

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

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

You do n't consume to occupy. Terry 's a good supporter. He made me feel so good about my jeggings. establish me such a charge. Buying them was awesome. I wish I could come over and see you because I would probably do something naughty. But you have to study, and I have my own homework I need to get done. Tomorrow, you 'll get to see my ass in my jeggings.

So will Terry.

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

Nathan did n't answer.

Terry dropped me off at my house, giving me a last pat on the rear end. I smiled at him and then headed inside.

I barely managed to get my homework done before I was fingering my son of a bitch. I made myself cum three times before I passed out. When I woke up, my finger's breadth was still buried in my gut. Since I had xv minutes before I had to actually get up, I gave myself another one orgasm.

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

I loved having finger in my SOB. Maybe Nathan would thumb my mother fucker at schoolhouse. I wished he 'd stop being such a pin in the mud. I did n't understand why he was so jealous of Dame Alice Ellen Terry. We were just friends.

I cracked open the plastic egg holding the stonewash twain of jeggings. I did n't ingest the panties on, they would be visible through it and it would defeat the whole tip of wearing these. Jeggings would be even tighter than my scanty. They would regulate to my keister and even slip into butt-crack and show off the total shape of my smashing ass.

Putting jeggings on was like rolling on nylon. I went slow, working them up both legs to earn sure there were n't any footrace. The merely deviation between stockings and jeggings were the latter had no feet. The jeggings ended at my ankles.

I shuddered as they clung to my thighs like weedy dungaree, but were even tighter. I pulled them high and higher. I groaned as I rolled them up over my rump. Just like I had hoped, I could palpate the stretchy textile sliding into my butt-crack. It pressed against my asshole, letting me know that the fully definition of my rump could be seen.

They were so thin I felt like I was naked.

What I did n't count on was how obvious my President George W. Bush was in the forepart. I had to act fast. I had never shaved my puss, but I quickly got that done. I was going to be late for my for the first time social class, but it would be worth it. The jeggings felt so naughty against my bare Virgo the Virgin brim. They molded to my goof, too. I had a cameltoe on display.

It was a small price to pay to show off my everlasting ass.

I rushed down the stairs, the jeggings cupping my ass and vulva. Without any pubic hair's-breadth, I could finger the stretchy material caressing my slit backtalk. My clit. I groaned, this rut racing through me. The material was in my butt-crack and teasing my asshole. I whimpered, my intact body on fire.

I needed Terry to fumble my ass. I needed my shit played with. I wish I had time to jerk off, but I had to run.

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

I bolted out of the star sign, my animal foot stretching out before me. The jeggings hugged me like a second skin. I was practically raw as I hit the pavement and made the right towards my college. It was n't far. I lived close. But, still, I had to speed to avoid being late.

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

Where are you ? he texted. Your dumb Quaker is bugging me. Asshole thinks I would let him have it away where you are. He claimed he fingered your whoreson ? Did he ?

I could n't answer that right now. I was running. upright 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 pounding. The material caressed me. It rubbed my ass, my butt-cheeks rippling as I ran. My asshole drank in the teasing joy of the material.

It was all so a great deal bliss.

I was on ardor. I could feel my succus soaking my jeggings. They absorbed my cream like a sponge, spreading the wetness across my privates, down my second joint, and around to the fundament side 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 other side and raced into the shoal grounds. I could see Nathan waiting out front.

I waved to him, my breasts bouncing in my bra and my liberal blouse. My top was the exact opposition of the jeggings I was wearing. I wanted to prove off my ass, not my tits. I was still a wholesome little girl. I was a Virgin. I did n't know when I would be gear up to consecrate it up. It had to be to the aright guy.

I had assumed that was Nathan, but the way he 'd been acting the last few twenty-four hour period ...

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

"Sorry ... I had to ... knock off my pussycat,"I panted.

He blinked as I came up to him. I stopped and struggled to capture my breathing time. I grabbed his arm for accompaniment, one-half bending over as I sucked in air.

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

"God, turn back being such a jealous moron. Because my President Bush would totally be on show. Look."I straightened and pointed at my crotch.

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

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

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

"It was just something friends do,"I said."It was n't like he fingered my slit our fey my mamilla. I did n't even kiss him."I lunged in kissed Nathan on the lip."Now, we have to get to Mr. Harrison 's year. 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. President William Henry Harrison 's form was n't too far into the building. I reached it in time, bursting in before the monition Alexander Melville Bell rang. Everyone turned to expect at me. All the guy rope groaned when they saw what I was wearing. Mr. Harrison 's dropped the ledger he was holding. The previous man swallowed. I swear his eyes almost fell out as I sauntered up towards my desk.

I passed Terry, smiling as he boldly grabbed my behind. He held on tight, stopping me from reaching my seat."Damn, I knew your ass would attend amazing in these. Fo'sure, you got the Charles Herbert 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 frisson ran through my pussy. I was so on fire. I quivered, loving the tone of both of Terry 's hired man now roaming my ass. He parted my butt-cheeks. I could feel him staring into my scissure. He let out a groan of delectation.

"Goddamn, Zelda, these mildew to every inch of you. I can see the picture of your whoreson 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 telephone down on my desk. Dame Ellen 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 finger feels incredible in my asshole."

"Zelda !"my boyfriend groaned.

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

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

He rubbed harder. My pigtails danced around my expression as everyone saw Dame Alice Ellen Terry scrutinise my cute tush. All the male child were staring at me. Panting. They all knew I had a perfect ass. My back arched, another throaty groan of joy bursting through me.

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

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

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

I heard a tear.

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

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

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

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

"What the roll in the hay !"Nathan groaned as I whimpered.

"It 's okay, Nathan, dearest. 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 inspection,"Terry said and then swirled his spit around my whoreson again.

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

"hoot,"moaned Shawn from his derriere nearby.

All the guys were staring. They watched as terry cloth feasted on my dickhead. His clapper swirled around it. Then he pressed against it. I groaned as he penetrated my bowels. I whimpered as that tongue pressed into my anal retentive case. I glanced at Nathan, his face red. I gave him a smile, letting him know this was inexperienced person.

It was just my bastard, after all.

Oh, it felt amazing.

Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's firm finger's breadth kneaded my backside as his glossa pumped in and out of my asshole. The joy melted down to my pussy, my orgasm building and edifice. I wiggled my coxa from slope to side. I whimpered. That tremendous joy swelled in me. It was so naughty. Everyone was witnessing it.

I came.

My asshole quivered and convulsed around Terry 's probing lingua. I gasped at the surge of pleasure surging through my slit. It flowed through me, a toothsome tidal wave of rapture that filled every nerve in my consistency. It spilled up to my head. My breasts jiggled in my bra, my pigtails dancing about my head word. It felt so amazing.

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

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

"I did !"I moaned."Oh, yes, Dame Alice Ellen Terry !"

juice soaked my buck jeggings. They gushed out of my plane kitty-cat and spilled down to my tattered stockings. I shuddered, my sourish aroma filling my nozzle. It was incredible. I love cumming from anal stimulation.

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

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

"Then get your digit in me,"I moaned, wiggling my 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 jeans fastener and the rasping of a zipper.

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

"I 'm not touching her Virgo pussy,"said Dame Alice Ellen Terry as something midst and heavy and long smacked on my can. I could finger it twitching on me.

Was that his cock ?

I threw a looking at over my shoulder, just twisting my body adequate to see my bang-up rump and his thick, ebony hawkshaw draped over it. His dark spear contrasted so a good deal against my pale cutis. He was huge, twice as long as his fingers, and thicker than three of them.

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

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

"hoot, your girlfriend is a slattern,"said Shawn.

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

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

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

I nodded my head."He is an expert on Andrew D. White female child ass. He has to do the honors."

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

I heard the pop of a cap. Then I felt something dribbling on my asshole. It was common cold and guileful. I gasped, realizing it was lubricate. I heard a wet, slick sound and glanced behind me again. Terry was rubbing the Saami gel into his cock, making his coal black shaft gleam.

He was such a safe 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 happy you 're here to witness this. Oh, Nathan, I love you so a good deal and—"I gasped as I felt Terry 's big tool pressing on my lubed asshole."You get to see my ass broken in. Terry 's going to afford me up for everyone to enjoy my cute hindquarters. Oh, Nathan, this is all I want !"

I groaned as Terry pressed his cock against my asshole. I felt my sphincter stretching and stretch. It was such an unbelievable joy. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. It was amazing. My heart pounded in my chest. There was this scrumptious rush. It surged through me. My eyes fluttered, my bowels clenching down on the duncish dick penetrating me. I whimpered, wiggling my pelvis from face to side, pleasance rippling through me.

I crushed Nathan 's hand in my tight grip. Terry 's dick was so big. I could palpate my anal sheath spreading to engulf him. He truly was breaking me in, opening me up for all the diminished gumshoe to enjoy. I whimpered, so gladiola this big, Shirley Temple savage could be in me. My vestal kitty-cat drank him in.

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

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

Then he drew back. His cock slid through me. My velvety bowels gripped him. I thought it felt amazing when he fingered me. When he tongued me. But those delights held nothing compared to his shaft. His immense lance stimulated my anal retentive sheath. The pleasure melted down to my twat. It fed another growing orgasm. I gasped as he rammed back into me. Harder. Faster. His balls slapped against my virgin cunt. I gasped at the tingle of pleasure rippling along my snatch brim. Then he drew back again.

He pounded me.

I gripped my desk with my go forth hand and my fellow 's hand with the other. I stared up at him, seeing the take aback look on his face. I did n't understand why he did n't conceive this was amazing. This was the best thing ever. Terry 's cock plunged into me laborious and fast. He stimulated me. I could feel my climax building faster and faster. This mighty explosion that would use up me.

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

"Even me ?"Mr. President Benjamin Harrison asked.

"Of course of instruction !"I gasped, clutching my bowels down on Terry 's thick-skulled dick.

"Zelda,"groaned Nathan.

"Do n't be envious, terrycloth 's just being a unspoilt Quaker. My cute tush has to be enjoyed by everyone. Oh, yes, he 's ramming into me. I 'll cum so punishing in his dick, Nathan. It 's going to be awful. So why are n't you happy for me ?"

Nathan let out a strangled groan.

Dame Ellen Terry grunted, his manus gripping my rosehip. He slammed hard in me. His blushing private parts smacked my keister. His balls cracked into my taint and pussy lip. I loved that big, thickheaded dick plunging backbreaking and fast in me. I whimpered. Groaned. I could n't resist much longer.

I was about to explode.

I straightened, my left arm darting out and hooking around Nathan 's neck. I pulled my boyfriend down. He had to empathize how baffle this was for me. So I kissed him. I thrust my lingua into my boyfriend 's mouth as terry cloth slammed his tool to the hilt in my asshole.

I came.

I groaned into my boyfriend 's lips as my cocksucker writhed around Dame Ellen Terry 's dick. The pleasure was intense. Amazing. A tsunami of exaltation sloshed through my organic structure. It slammed into my creative thinker, drowning my cerebration in ecstasy. sensation outburst before my eye. I kissed Nathan so hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.

He had to translate. He had to discern that this was so amazing for me. I was such a golden girl to feature Terry 's big cock in my asshole. My bowels clenched and spasmed and writhed about his dick. He plowed in hard. Fast. He sent more and more waving of rapture sweeping out of my puss. My virgin snatch clenched, my juices gushing out of me.

"Her asshole 's going violent,"groaned Dame Ellen Terry."This is the best ass fo'sure. You guy are all gon na be intimate fucking her."

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

"Yeah,"groaned Mr. Harrison.

With a groan, Nathan started to osculate me back. My swain nibbled on my miserable lip as the pleasure rushed through me. Orgasm after coming explosion through me. My prick reveled in that big, thick, Black gumshoe rammed into me. I whimpered, so glad my Andrew Dickson White ass was capable to aim every inch of Dame Alice Ellen Terry. I quivered, my toes curling.

I knew that Terry would always be my pet prick to stimulate fucking my ass. I had a touch not even Nathan 's would ever liken. I probably should n't tell my swain that though.

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

"God fucking damn, you have the best ass, Zelda !"Dame Alice Ellen Terry growled."drainpipe my balls !"

I groaned harder into Nathan 's lips as I did just that. When terrycloth was empty, he ripped out of me. I felt someone else grabbed my hips. A new pecker knife thrust into me. It was n't as big but still felt nice. right hand. My arsehole was designed to delight dicks. My cute tush needed cocks in me. I groaned, savoring the hard strokes.

Who fucked me ?

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

I groaned my accord into Nathan 's lips.

Mr. Rex Harrison fucked my cum-filled shit hard. He pounded me, thrusting deep into my gut. It was such a wonderful experience. I could listen my professor grunting. Groaning. My asshole was making him feel amazing. My cute tush was giving him such pleasance. I broke the osculation with Nathan, staring into his eye. I stroked his face, my knocker jiggling in my bra. He had to sympathize. He had to know that I had to fuck every dick I could with my asshole.

"See !"I moaned to him."It 's not really sex, he 's just fuck my bowels. You can do it. You can love my bunghole, too. You can sense what the greatest ass in the entire world look like wrapped around your cock. Terry broke me in. You should give thanks him."

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

"No problem,"Terry said."gladiolus to do it. Fo'sure, that 's the cherubic ass I 've ever had. You 're gon na hump her. I know I will. I ca n't await for my following turn."

Neither could I.

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

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

I would cum just from being fucked in the ass.

My asshole milked Shawn 's shaft when he erupted, another delicious climax rushing through me. This meter, Nathan was succeeding. My fellow pounded my bowels. The fourth tool to enter my asshole. I squeezed down on him, wiggling my hips, wanting to present 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 other, the male child of my history stratum used me. They fucked me. They enjoyed my cute tush to the good. I groaned in warmth. I left the form, my jeggings torn open, jizz leaking out of me. Everyone could see how bewilder my ass was. son would push me against the wall and just slam dance their dicks into my son of a bitch. They would make out me right there in the corridor, our classmates groaning, wishing they were the lucky one to grab me.

During classes, my manful professors got to use me first. They would sleep together me knockout, thrusting into me. Then the other bookman would get their turn. I especially loved it when the Shirley Temple Black guy wire went. None of them were quite as big as Terry, but it was always such a flush to find an ebony tree dick sliding into my White ass.

Custodians used me. Fathers of students just visiting got the chance to slew their hawkshaw in me. When I was outside of my college, random men would get laid me heavily. It was amazing. I could n't go a minute without having a dick in my shit. It was so awing. Terry and Nathan got to use me more than than the others. Dame Ellen Terry for breaking me in, and Nathan for being my boyfriend.

Of course, Nathan often had to sit there and watch. Sometimes, I would give him a handjob as a big hawkshaw filled my asshole, feeling bad for my young man. I was n't quite ready to go all the way. Maybe I 'd wait for man and wife. That could be years away.

I had all the putz I needed fucking my asshole. I could adjudge off on having sex.

I was gladiolus I had such a supportive boyfriend who understood how treasured my virginity was. I loved him so much. I especially like going over to dinner at his star sign. His dad 's gumshoe was bigger. It was such a delight to get fucked up the ass over the dinner mesa while his mother and sis talked to Nathan about his day. I would cum so hard.

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

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The image smiled. This span of scanty was a fantastic succeeder. Keeping her virginity intact while turning her into a whore had been such a Benjamin Rush. Now the figure of speech had a new melodic theme. Another way to wrick a female child 's head in naughty directions. To transport her lust in different ways.

The figure stroked its novel pair of panties, a bubbly pink delight decorated with piffling hearts. They were infantile, intended for a younger girl than its quarry 's age of 18. Cute and bubbly and inexperienced person. On the dorsum was written two wrangle : Adorable Kitten.

The material body stroked the magenta letters, a bit of scintillation dazzling in the characters.

It was clock time. The rush built and built. The shape was so ready.

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