Mind-Control pantie

narration Ten : Cutie 's Hot Ass

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for genus Beta reading this !

The chassis was running off the heights of its finish mind-control outing. It still enjoyed the buzz from the last girl who wore one of its panties. She 'd been transformed. So had been all those around the girl. The impression had rippled out, touching the aliveness of everyone who came near her. That was n't rare with one of its duo of panties, but this result was scrumptious. It had enjoyed watching the transformation.

But now it was interested in a new shift.

The figure moved through the near-empty Marguerite Radclyffe Hall of the college with these. The physical body was nondescript. unremarkable. It clearly did n't belong to in this space of Education, but no one gave it a back glance. The mist made it unremarkable. Though unseen, the vaporous legerdemain was there.

The same legerdemain that wreathed the panty it made.

The design smiled as it entered Mr. George Harrison 's schoolroom. Its optic glanced around the room, drinking in the visual sense. Rows of neat desks. Posters hung on the wall talking about the professor 's dependent : history. One held a flow diagram showing the phylogenesis of the roman type State Department, another had hummer points of the Major effect a World War I. The anatomy stopped at one desk. Right up front, center of the row. The fig shuddered, knowing Zelda would sit her. She was the perfect miss for this yoke of pantie. The satin, bronze panty were made for her. The digit carefully draped the panties across the desk, stroking the silver letters across the seat.

Cute Tush.

The bod smiled, eager for its new innovation to be donned. tidal bore for the rush of mind-controlling another mortal fille who put them on.

The figure swept down the rows of desks, navigating between them on the way to the door. Just as it was about to reach the door, it opened. As common, Zelda Howard Carter had arrived early for her get-go class. She was the type of young woman who liked to be on time. Proper. She wore a pink, cashmere sweater, foresighted arm and luxuriously necks, and a skirt that fell past her knees, pink legging peeking out.

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

In her mind, the figure was zippo more than a janitor. A custodian that had every right to be in the classroom. She stepped aside, the figure sweeping out, soon to have vanished entirely from the mortal macrocosm.

Not that Zelda knew. Or cared.

She was aegir to study from her favorite professor. chronicle was a delightful content to her. She loved uncovering the yesteryear. 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 story about the young lady who 'd given up their cherries Edward Young, surrendering to the brutal lust of their boyfriend or to their own carnal desires.

Those lady friend were invariably unsatisfied.

She wanted her beginning time to be gross. With a boy that she knew she loved. She had a young man, but she was n't sure 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 melodic theme all skittered through her head as she approached her desk, idea dancing to and fro as she thought about other thing. She made certainly she had all her homework done, cataloging all the duty assignment she 'd been given. She was about to sit down at her desk when she noticed what lay on top of it.

She gasped in electrical shock. She picked up the scanty, feeling a shudder running through her."Where did you do from ?"

She did n't even commend the figure at all. Forgetting it, she could n't make any connection with it and how these step-in had found themselves here. The material was a silky silk, so different from the cotton fiber panties she wore. A gamey joy rippled through her, her butt-cheeks tingling.

What would you sense like on my can ? danced through her thought process 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 dame pocket, balling them deep. She whirled around to see Mr. Harrison enter. He was a tall, dark-haired man with brownness optic and a goatee.

"Good dayspring, Zelda,"he said, giving her a smiling."You make me take care 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 bore to check about the fall of Constantinople today. Are we going to cover it ?"

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

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Zelda Howard Carter

I had no idea why I was putting on these step-in. I shuddered as I stepped into the satin, silky underclothing. A tingle raced up my legs as I dragged them up my calves. These were the panties I found yesterday when I arrived at my history class. I did n't know why anyone would leave alone them behind. What young woman would do that ? I should n't have put them in my pocket.

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

I was just so curious 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 make to lose my virginity When I was, then I would buy a pair of lacy underwear. Maybe even a thong.

Until I was ready to read what I was wearing underneath my dame to my young man, what was the point of wearing anything else ?

I shuddered, biting my lip and whimpering. The pantie felt so fluid against my second joint. A hot itch formed in my pussy as I pulled the waistband up over my nates. I groaned at the sleek flavour of the framework. It cupped across my buns, covering every inch of my butt-cheeks. It almost hugged them, gripping them like a span of mitt. I shuddered, wiggling my rump.

Did I have a cute fundament ?

I blushed at that cerebration, my foreland shaking. My black pigtails danced around my brass. My little breasts jiggled. I snagged my plain, whiteness bra and pulled it on as I struggled to get used to this new twosome of panties.

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

I decided to allow them on. I 'd already put on them, and they did sense kind of nice, even if they made me feel like I was a little bit of a pervy girl. My boldness were burning as I put on the eternal rest of my wearing apparel. I pulled on a violet perspirer, loving the fuzzy flavor of it on my skin. It did n't make me feel naughty.

Not like these panties.

Then I grabbed a black skirt. I stepped into it, pulling it up my peg. It was a long one, I did n't need to wear leotards today with this duo. I like wearing skirts. They were so elegant. It made me feel so womanly. I knew muckle of girls like wearing dungaree or pant because they were comfortable, but boys wore those, too.

I wanted to be feminine.

I zipped up my wench and then frowned at my reflection in the mirror. I turned, staring at my face profile. Did this skirt make my rump look nice ? Did I have a cute bum ? 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 rear '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 haircloth and wore plum wearing apparel, but I was n't worried about how my figure looked to others. But ... I bit my lower lip, thinking my rump did n't look precious at all in the skirt. It bothered me for some reason.

Why ?

That thought echoed through my mind. Why did I care so much ? I rubbed my custody on my doll as I headed down the steps. All my way to my college, all I could consider about was how others saw me. Did they look at me and think,"That girl does n't induce 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 vision. My dame did n't make my buns look unflattering. right field ? I needed an opinion.

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

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

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

"Nathan ... ?"I said, my vocalisation 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 melanise pigtails swept off my shoulders as I did."Does this skirt make my ass looking practiced ?"

He stared at them and frowned."Well, yeah, I guess it 's amercement,"he said."I mean, you 're always wearing skirts. And that 's the best your ass is going to look in them. Maybe you could wear out tighter skirts. Or jeans."

denim ...

The thought of wearing those wormed through my mind.

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

"But not cunning 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 multitude to have sex I had a cute tush. The satiny panties I wore tingled around my ass, gripping my butt. For a moment, I wanted to just vacate up my wench and ask what he thought of my ass cupped in that naughty satin. My face burned at the thought even as my cunt grew so hot.

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

I wanted that to be enough, but ...

I was the for the first time person to embark Mr. Harrison 's social class. I liked getting there early, eager to teach. My boyfriend shared my history class, but he always refused to go in early with me. He always broke off to go hang out with his friends for a yoke of mo before classes started. Yesterday 's deterrent example on the fall of Constantinople was amazing. Today we were going to babble about how Sultan Mehmed II set up the tail of his Empire in the new metropolis, changing Constantinople to Istanbul.

When Mr. President William Henry Harrison walked in, I almost asked him what his judgment was on my ass. That would be totally unfitting. He was my professor.

I squirmed all through class, feeling the satin bobby pin of the step-in hugging my tooshie. They itched, compelling me to ask Mr. Harrison that question.

Instead, I asked Terry when class was over. He was a marvelous, total darkness guy who sat in the back. He had his hair buzzed short and a somebody patch on his mentum. I walked up to him, ignoring the curious smell from Nathan.

"Terry ?"I asked, turning my body to picture off my incline profile."Does this skirt make my ass count cute ?"

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

terry paused, his eyes flicking me up and down. I noticed his hunger stirring in those dark profoundness. His eyes brimmed with this passion that sent a wicked prickling through me. My butt-cheeks clenched as my step-in seemed to almost electrify my derriere. I turned more, giving the Negro guy a full-on look at my ass. He studied it, a smile growing on his lips.

"fountainhead, it looks fine,"he said."It 's really severely to say Thomas More, though. Your skirt does n't really emphasize your rump."

"I know,"I said."That 's what I was afraid of. Do you guess I should fatigue unlike clothes to show my ass off better ?"

"Oh, definitely,"he said."There 's nothing like a White missy with a nice ass."He reached out and press it, bringing a gasp from Nathan 's rim."Yeah, you got electric potential. I have to see it in something better to know fo'sure."

My impertinence burned as I nodded."Thanks, Terry,"I said. I turned around and darted over to my boyfriend."Terry thinks I should wear something better. Maybe I should buy some jeans after grade are over ?"

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

"Yeah. He was just inspecting it."I said."He had to acknowledge if I had any likely. Are you covetous ?"I grinned and took his arm. I rubbed my cheek against his berm."That 's cute. You know you have goose egg to worry about. When I 'm fix, you 're going to be my first."

My virgin kitty-cat itched. I did n't consider it 'll be too long until I was gear up, but I never knew. The time had to be perfect.

"Well, I guess,"he said.

I asked other hombre about their opinion throughout the day. The consensus was solid : my dame just did not demonstrate off my tush to its fullest. They kept saying words like"hunky-dory"or"okay"or even"meh."I needed to do better than meh ! I knew my butt was cute. Hot. I needed to designate it off. I had to buy new jeans.

"I ca n't go to your place and subject field with you,"I told Nathan after course of instruction were over."I have to go shopping. Unless you want to come with me."

"Well,"he said, rubbing at the back of his cervix. He did n't look enthusiastic."I guess I can come. But, I mean, you do n't take to vary 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 wish to come with me and pay his advice."

Nathan blinked."What ?"

"I 'll see you later, Nathan,"I said, planting a kiss on his boldness."Dame Alice Ellen Terry seems to be a much honest evaluator on a ovalbumin girl 's ass. He 'll be perfect."

I left Nathan behind, confused why he would be spluttering. What was wrong with getting some advice from an expert ? I found Terry, and the pitch blackness guy was more than glad 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 center, grinning the entire clip. I kept squirming in the passenger seat, my ass tingling from the silky panties that gripped it. I was so excited about this. I knew my tooshie would count telling in my new jean.

Terry would help me beak out the best pair to express off my cute fanny to its fullest.

I strolled into the shopping mall with terrycloth, my heart beating with exhilaration. We did n't go to my usual stopping place, the department stock, but to one of the voguish store. I smiled when I saw the jean on display on the model in the display window. They were so fast. They had niggling hearts drawn in pink spangles on the rear air hole.

I tingled, just knowing these would be perfect.

Of course, I grabbed the duad with the nitty-gritty, plus a few to a greater extent pairs of skinny jeans. I buzzed with fervor as I headed into the changing way. In there, I stripped out of my dull skirt, pausing for a moment to admire how my tooshie looked in the bronze panties. The silver letters were backward in the mirror, but I knew what they spelled.

I had what they said.

I grabbed the pair of jeans with the hearts on the back up pockets, trembling in excitement. I stepped my legs into the brace, shuddering as I drew the pants up. I, of line, owned some denim, mainly for doing outdoor stuff. None were like these. My new blue jean were stretchy. Not like any denim I 'd worn. I shuddered as I pulled them higher and high up my pegleg, feeling the fabric molding to my skin. I wiggled my hip as I pulled them over my rump. As I fastened them up, I glanced in the mirror.

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

"come on little girl, indicate me that booty. Let me see how good it looks."

I turned around, wiggling my hips.

"shit, lady friend, end shaking. Let me drink in the quite a little of you."

"Sorry, I 'm just so excited,"I said. I pulled out my sound and started texting Nathan. Just trying on the new denim. Waiting to receive out what terry has to say about them.

I hit send.

I gasped as terry 's large hands cupped both my butt-cheeks. He squeezed and kneaded my rump, his fingers digging into the denim. I shuddered, the passion building in my pussy. A naughty tingle rippled across my posterior as his finger massaged me.

You really went shopping with him ? Nathan sent back.

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

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

"Just my boyfriend,"I said, my full body feeling awake right now. The way Terry was touching me had to mean my ass was cute."What do you recollect ? He 's waiting to line up out."

"Damn, why did n't you have your boyfriend do this ?"Dame Ellen Terry said.

"Well, you are an expert on Theodore Harold White girlfriend 's asses."

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

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

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

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

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

I tried on the former two pairs of jeans. terry gave a thorough test of each. I groaned, my pussy feeling so juicy. I bit my lip and whimpered as his digit kneaded my rump. He pushed the dungaree a footling bit into my butt-crack, trying to strive in there, but just not being able to. rut flowed through me. My tit ached.

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

lather broke across my eyebrow during the final inspection. I felt like Terry was taking forever to okay them, massaging my rear.

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

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

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

"Now, missy, 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 jean down my leg, sliding them off. I felt Terry looking at me. I groaned as his manus grabbed my ass. Fingers dipped into my butt-crack, pressing the satin fabric into my fork. I gasped as he found my asshole. He touched my sphincter, rubbing it through the satin."Damn, you really got a alright ass, female child. Damn finely ass."

"You better stop going lower,"I whimpered."You 're almost about to venture into topographic point not even my young man 's touched."

"rightfulness, right,"he said pulling his bridge player away."Do n't want to poach on Nathan 's girl."He said my fellow 's name with derision."I mean, I 'm here, and he 's not."

"Because you 're an expert on Theodore Harold White young woman ass. Otherwise, he 'd be here."I smiled at Terry."He is a slap-up 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 couple of brace of the ace with heart on them. Well, they had a variety of them. There was one with hotshot, another with a four-leaf hop clover, and one with kissing brim. All in all, I bought four pairs of jean.

It was all I could afford.

Terry drove me home. There, I raced upstairs, texting Nathan all about it. I promised that he would enjoy 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 reason I could n't let my young man do the Same even if the thought made me blush.

That night, I felt so itchy, I had to wank. 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 go forth helping hand beneath my rump and slid my finger into my butt-crack.

I found my asshole.

I groaned when I sank my middle finger's breadth into my bowels. I felt so repellent. So promiscuous. I pumped it in and out of me while I rubbed my virgin physique. I came so tough, my anal sheath writhing around my fingerbreadth, my juice flooding my fingers. I shuddered, imagining such juicy thing.

Things thicker than my human body penetrating back there.

I panted after I came down from my orgasm, feeling sleep pulling down at me. I rolled over, sniffing at my digit. The fragrance was n't bad. A work, gross flavor. I popped it into my mouth and sucked the spirit of my ass all off my digit, and fell into sleep.

I had to don the panty the following day.

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

They were just the gelded.

I wiggled the denim up my peg, the stretchy material clinging to me. They showed off my corking thighs and cute calves as well as a delicious backside. I tugged the stretchy material over my rump, feeling it gripping my butt-cheeks. It was almost as fuddled as my panties.

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

Nathan was pacing out front line of the college when I arrived. I called his name. He gave me this pertain 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 suppose ?"

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

"You think my ass is great !"I squealed."Please, order me how cute I look."I bent over to a greater extent, thrusting my ass out at him."I need to know."

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

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

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

I beamed.

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

Just like that, my fervor 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 present off my ass. What could I do about that ? I could n't just go around in panties. I had to fag something. right hand ?

For once, I was n't the inaugural to Mr. President Harrison 's social class. I was in such a daze as I wandered down the hall, struggling to envision out what to do. What could I possibly wear ? tights ? Those were n't sozzled enough. They might hug my fanny, but they were buddy-buddy and strong. Yoga pants ?

Those were pretty clingy.

Was there anything better ?

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

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

I blinked and looked up to see Dame Ellen Terry. The blackamoor guy grinned at me."I thought you 'd be looking well-chosen. 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 ok ass. Perfect. You really need to show it off better."

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

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

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

terrycloth 's hand slid around my waistline to snaffle my ass. He pulled me close up to him. Both his work force were now on my bottom. He squeezed and kneaded my ass, his finger sliding up and down the seam that followed my butt-crack. If the denim was n't so thick, he could get his digit in there like he had with my step-in the day before. He could badger my asshole. I felt something intemperate poking me in the stomach. I stared up at him as a waving of heat washed out of my pussy.

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

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

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

"Still, anathemise shame that you—"

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

"It 's all cool, man,"Terry said, giving my croupe a final squeeze."Just inspecting her finely rump. nix wrong with that."

I turned around and smiled at my boyfriend."right hand, nothing wrong with that. face, Nathan, you can grab my ass. Just put your hands over my rump and squeeze. You can see how Nice it is."

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

"Are you kidding envious ?"I asked, shaking my top dog. I pulled away from Terry and that intemperately bulge in his jean. I went to Nathan, taking his work force. I gave him such a happy smiling."I 'm your girlfriend. Okay ?"

terrycloth 's hand found his way to my ass again. He squeezed me as I smiled at my fellow. A wicked quiver ran through me, an electrifying tingle that spread from my step-in. My puss clenched. The Negroid guy knew how to impact my ass. He was a sea captain at it.

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

I rolled my eyes. I rose on my tiptoes and planted a quick candy kiss on his sassing."You 're my young man. okeh ? Terry 's just a friend."

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

I giggled.

Dame Alice Ellen Terry sauntered into the classroom."I want to go buy some jeggings after classes are finished, and then you 'll see just how vex 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."semen on, Mr. George Harrison 's family is about to start. He 's going to be talking about how the Ottoman dynasty used the Mamluk slaves to administer their empire. Is n't that weird ? Slaves."

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

They were all I could cerebrate about. I googled them between falling out, staring at pic of these thin, tight, stretchable cloth hugging fille 's asses. They were n't wearing panties, 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 rayon stocking. They were so naughty. I searched where to buy them and smiled when I saw I could get them at the same place I bought my denim. I quivered with excitement.

After grade were over, terry cloth, 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 math mental test,"I told him."You need to go on up your mark. terry cloth will make sure I get to the mall and back. He 's a really salutary friend."

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

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

"What 's so wrong with that ?"I asked."Did n't you like squeezing my ass after Mr. George Harrison 's course of study ? 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 fine ass."

I giggled.

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

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

Then I was stepping into Dame Ellen Terry 's car. There were couple of shirts in the backbone, spread out over the entire derriere. I guess they could n't be moved so Nathan could sit back there. Terry slipped into the driver can and we were off.

I was so excited 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 mitt rubbing my ass, but I was so excited. I was practically running by the clip I was inside the mall. I reached the vesture store, darting in, my middle scanning.

I gasped when I saw them. They were sold with the rayons and came in the Saame testis stockings did. They had them in dark-blue and stonewash and light-blue and even pink. I scooped them up in my manus, 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 middle."You do n't try on nylons. They 're stretchable. They 'll fit."

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

I smiled and nodded."mulct, snap that pair of jeans so I can affect to have something to try on."

He did.

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

His hired man grabbed my ass.

I shuddered as he kneaded my ass through my step-in. There was almost zippo between us. I closed my center, whimpering as I bit my lower lip. My nipples were so tough. My pussy was so wet. If Nathan was here, I did n't know what I would do. I wiggled my hip joint, loving the hot touch of Terry 's strong fingerbreadth kneading my rump.

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

He found my sphincter.

I groaned, shuddering at how medium my arse felt. I whimpered as pleasure I normally only felt when I masturbated my pussy was flowing through me as he circled my puckered kettle of fish. His fingerbreadth caressed my sphincter, causing me to quiver. I leaned over, grabbing a support bar. I gripped it, my facial expression inch from the mirror before me.

I was flushed. My pigtails swayed about my side, my fatal hairsbreadth caressing my red cheeks.

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

I whimpered and nodded.

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

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

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

That was so true. I whimpered, my kitty-cat thaw with my succus. His finger pressed against my sphincter. My middle widened as he entered me. I felt his fingerbreadth sliding into my asshole. My virgin puss clenched as his digit sank deeper and deeper.

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

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

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

I had no approximation my arse could feel so amazing. When I fingered it finale dark, it felt slap-up, but this ... terry knew just where to touch me. How to work his finger in and out of my bowels. I whimpered through my grit dentition, feeling this pressing building and building inside of me.

My orgasm approached.

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

He pressed a second finger against my asshole.

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

My anal retentive ring stretched and stretched. I groaned, wanting to fight his trespass, but it felt too well to refuse. This heat that stabbed into my nethers. The second finger sank into me, extending into me to pervade almost as thick as his midriff fingerbreadth did. I groaned as he pumped them both in and out of me.

"You are tight,"he said."Mmm, I love a tight, hot, gabardine lady friend ass. And you got a beautiful one, Zelda. Fo'sure."

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

He jammed them both so bass in me, his other fingers sliding into my butt-crack. He almost sank every column inch of his figure buried in me. So thick and long.

"Yes !"I squealed. I came.

My asshole writhed around his finger. My pure pussy convulsed. I could feel the juice soaking my bush and the gusset plate of my panties. I whimpered, my diminished breasts jiggling in my bra as I trembled. My pigtails danced around my head. They whipped around my shoulders as I swung my brain from side to side. Stars exploded across my visual modality as the waves of rapture slammed into my mind.

I drowned in ecstasy. My bunghole felt flummox. I had no idea a acquaintance could founder me such delight just from fingering my bowels. I whimpered, drinking it in. So glad that my cute tush could impart me such rapture.

"Damn, you do have an pose ass,"he growled."It 's got ta be the most perfective tense ass in the macrocosm. Fo'sure, girl."

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

"You 're welcome,"he said. He ripped his fingers out of my dickhead. For a instant, he pressed against me. I felt the gruelling gibbosity of his cock rubbing against my bum."I ca n't wait for tomorrow. You 'll look flummox in those jeggings."

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

I paid for my jeggings and almost floated out the mall, carried on the winds of rapture that my anal retentive orgasm gave me. Terry was such a thoroughly protagonist to make me feel so ripe. 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 come through. I love you.

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

You do n't birth to worry. terry 's a salutary friend. He made me feel so good about my jeggings. move over me such a rush. Buying them was awing. I wish I could occur 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 cloth 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 terminal pat on the rump. I smiled at him and then headed inside.

I barely managed to get my homework done before I was fingering my asshole. I made myself cum three times before I passed out. When I woke up, my finger was still buried in my bowels. Since I had fifteen minutes before I had to actually get up, I gave myself another one orgasm.

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

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

I cracked open the plastic egg holding the stonewash span of jeggings. I did n't deliver the panty on, they would be seeable through it and it would defeat the whole power point of wearing these. Jeggings would be even pixilated than my pantie. They would mold to my tush and even slide into butt-crack and usher off the full shape of my peachy ass.

Putting jeggings on was like rolling on nylons. I went easy, working them up both legs to get to sure there were n't any trial. The just difference between stockings and jeggings were the latter had no foundation. The jeggings ended at my ankle joint.

I shuddered as they clung to my thighs like tight fitting dungaree, but were even tighter. I pulled them higher and high. I groaned as I rolled them up over my butt. Just like I had hoped, I could sense the stretchy textile sliding into my butt-crack. It pressed against my bunghole, 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 count on was how obvious my bush was in the nominal head. 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 division, but it would be worth it. The jeggings felt so naughty against my bare virgin lips. They molded to my cunt, too. I had a cameltoe on display.

It was a diminished price to pay to show off my perfective tense ass.

I rushed down the stairs, the jeggings cupping my ass and vulva. Without any pubic hair, I could feel the stretchy material caressing my pussy brim. My button. I groaned, this heat racing through me. The cloth was in my butt-crack and teasing my bunghole. I whimpered, my integral body on fire.

I needed Dame Ellen Terry to grope my ass. I needed my asshole played with. I wish I had time to masturbate, but I had to run.

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

I bolted out of the mansion, 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 right towards my college. It was n't far. I lived close. But, still, I had to hurry to avoid being former.

My earpiece buzzed, clutched tightly in my helping hand. I did n't receive any pockets on my jeggings, and I 'd leave behind my purse behind. I did snag my backpack, so I was n't completely unprepared for college. And, of grade, I would never impart my house without my earphone. I swiped the CRT screen as I ran, seeing a substance from Nathan.

Where are you ? he texted. Your obtuse friend is bugging me. Asshole thinks I would let him know where you are. He claimed he fingered your asshole ? 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 track, a stitch already forming in my position. I could see my college ahead. I ran faster, my clit throbbing. The material caressed me. It rubbed my ass, my butt-cheeks ripple as I ran. My mother fucker drank in the teasing delight of the cloth.

It was all so much cloud nine.

I was on flak. I could palpate my juice soaking my jeggings. They absorbed my cream like a sponge, spreading the wetness across my genitals, down my thighs, and around to the rear end gradient of my butt-cheek. My pigtails bounced around my shoulders.

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

I waved to him, my tit bouncing in my bra and my let loose blouse. My top was the exact opposite of the jeggings I was wearing. I wanted to picture off my ass, not my tits. I was still a wholesome girlfriend. I was a virgin. I did n't have it off when I would be make to give it up. It had to be to the right guy.

I had assumed that was Nathan, but the way he 'd been acting the hold up few 24-hour interval ...

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

"Sorry ... I had to ... shave my kitty-cat,"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 deflexion over as I sucked in air.

"You had to ... shave ? For terry cloth ?"

"God, finish being such a jealous idiot. Because my bush would totally be on display. Look."I straightened and pointed at my crotch.

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

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

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

"It was just something friends do,"I said."It was n't like he fingered my pussy our stir my mamilla. I did n't even kiss him."I lunged in kissed Nathan on the lips."Now, we have to get to Mr. President Harrison 's 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. President Harrison 's class was n't too far into the edifice. I reached it in clock time, bursting in before the warning bell rang. Everyone turned to look at me. All the bozo groaned when they saw what I was wearing. Mr. Harrison 's dropped the Bible he was holding. The older man swallowed. I swear his eyes almost fell out as I sauntered up towards my desk.

I passed Dame Ellen Terry, smiling as he boldly grabbed my tail end. He held on tight, stopping me from reaching my posterior."Damn, I knew your ass would search amazing in these. Fo'sure, you got the outflank ass on campus."

"I know,"I groaned, savoring his fingers sliding up and down my butt."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 pussy. I was so on fire. I quivered, loving the flavour of both of Terry 's hired hand now roaming my ass. He parted my butt-cheeks. I could feel him staring into my crack. He let out a groan of delight.

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

I gasped as he touched my backdoor. His finger rubbed against my sphincter muscle. I groaned, quivering. My nipples throbbed against my bra. I licked my lips, setting my telephone set down on my desk. terry cloth was sitting right behind me. I was sure that was a coincidence.

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

"Zelda !"my young man groaned.

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

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

He rubbed harder. My pigtails danced around my cheek as everyone saw Terry audit my cute tush. All the boy were staring at me. Panting. They all knew I had a unadulterated ass. My back arched, another throaty groan of pleasure bursting through me.

"Oh, god, retain 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. continue stroking me, terry. Get me secretive and closer to—"

I heard a tear.

"Damn, that 's delicate,"I said as I felt the material of my jeggings splitting up my butt-crack. The two one-half separated, exposing my asscheeks. Even my shaved kitty felt on display. I gasped as now Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's fingers rubbed directly at my asshole.

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

His fingerbreadth left my asshole, leaving me quivering. I needed him to keep touching me. He grabbed both one-half of my jeggings and tore them further apart. He revealed all of my rump. The jeggings split all the way up to the waistband. I groaned, bent over, everything on display.

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

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

"It 's sanction, Nathan, honey. He 's just licking my asshole."I shuddered as terrycloth 's tongue slid around my sphincter."He 's not touching my pussycat at all."

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

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

"shucks,"moaned Ted Shawn from his seat nearby.

All the guy rope were staring. They watched as terry cloth feasted on my dickhead. His tongue swirled around it. Then he pressed against it. I groaned as he penetrated my bowels. I whimpered as that knife pressed into my anal retentive case. I glanced at Nathan, his boldness red. I gave him a smile, letting him experience this was unacquainted.

It was just my asshole, after all.

Oh, it felt amazing.

Terry 's strong digit kneaded my rump as his tongue pumped in and out of my asshole. The delight melted down to my twat, my orgasm building and building. I wiggled my hips from face to side. I whimpered. That wonderful pleasure swelled in me. It was so naughty. Everyone was witnessing it.

I came.

My arsehole quivered and convulsed around Terry 's probing natural language. I gasped at the surge of pleasure surging through my pussy. It flowed through me, a yummy tidal wave of rapture that filled every nerve in my body. It spilled up to my mind. My breasts jiggled in my bra, my pigtails dancing about my headland. It felt so amazing.

"Oh, yes, Dame Alice Ellen Terry !"I moaned."Yes, yes, audit my asshole ! 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 trim pussy and spilled down to my tatterdemalion stockings. I shuddered, my tart aroma filling my nose. It was incredible. I love cumming from anal retentive 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 accomplish deeper."

"Then get your finger 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 blue jean fastener and the rasp of a zipper.

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

"I 'm not touching her Virgo twat,"said terry cloth as something midst and hard and farseeing smacked on my rump. I could feel it twitching on me.

Was that his dick ?

I threw a look over my shoulder, just twisting my body adequate to see my peachy rump and his thick, ebony peter draped over it. His dark dig contrasted so lots against my pale pelt. He was huge, twice as long as his fingers, and thicker than three of them.

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

"Zelda !"my young man groaned, his voice strangled.

"shit, your missy is a strumpet,"said Shawn.

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

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

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

I nodded my head."He is an expert on White lady friend asses. He has to do the honors."

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

I heard the pop of a cap. Then I felt something dribbling on my bastard. It was cold and slick. I gasped, realizing it was lube. I heard a wet, slick sound and glanced behind me again. Dame Alice Ellen Terry was rubbing the same gel into his peter, making his ebony shaft gleam.

He was such a dependable friend.

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

I reached out and grabbed his paw, squeezing it."I 'm so happy you 're here to find this. Oh, Nathan, I love you so much and—"I gasped as I felt Terry 's big hawkshaw pressing on my lubricate asshole."You get to see my ass broken in. Terry 's going to unfold me up for everyone to enjoy my cute bum. Oh, Nathan, this is all I want !"

I groaned as Dame Alice Ellen Terry pressed his dick against my asshole. I felt my sphincter stretchability and stretch. It was such an incredible delight. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. It was amazing. My heart pounded in my chest. There was this delicious bang. It surged through me. My eyes fluttered, my bowels clenching down on the thick dick penetrating me. I whimpered, wiggling my hip from side to side, pleasure rippling through me.

I crushed Nathan 's hand in my tight grip. Terry 's pecker was so big. I could sense my anal cocktail dress spreading to engulf him. He truly was breaking me in, opening me up for all the small-scale cock to savor. I whimpered, so glad this big, blackamoor wolf could be in me. My virgin purulent drank him in.

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

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

Then he drew back. His turncock slid through me. My velvety bowels gripped him. I thought it felt amazing when he fingered me. When he tongued me. But those delight held nothing compared to his cock. His huge shaft stimulated my anal cocktail dress. The pleasure melted down to my snatch. It fed another growing orgasm. I gasped as he rammed back into me. Harder. Faster. His bollock slapped against my virgin puss. I gasped at the tingle of pleasure rippling along my pussy lips. Then he drew back again.

He pounded me.

I gripped my desk with my left hired hand and my beau 's hand with the other. I stared up at him, seeing the appall look on his boldness. I did n't understand why he did n't guess this was amazing. This was the trump thing ever. Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's prick plunged into me unvoiced and fast. He stimulated me. I could feel my coming building faster and faster. This mighty explosion that would consume me.

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

"Even me ?"Mr. Harrison asked.

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

"Zelda,"groaned Nathan.

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

Nathan let out a strangled groan.

Dame Alice Ellen Terry grunted, his hands gripping my hips. He slammed hard in me. His blushing genitals smacked my rump. His balls cracked into my taint and pussy sass. I loved that big, thickset pecker plunging hard and fast in me. I whimpered. Groaned. I could n't hold out much longer.

I was about to explode.

I straightened, my unexpended arm darting out and hooking around Nathan 's neck. I pulled my boyfriend down. He had to empathise how awe-inspiring this was for me. So I kissed him. I thrust my tongue into my boyfriend 's back talk as terry slammed his dick to the hilt in my asshole.

I came.

I groaned into my boyfriend 's lips as my asshole writhed around terry 's dick. The pleasure was intense. Amazing. A tsunami of rapture sloshed through my body. It slammed into my mind, drowning my thoughts in ecstasy. Stars burst before my eyes. I kissed Nathan so hard, thrusting my spit into his mouth.

He had to infer. He had to recognize that this was so puzzle for me. I was such a prosperous fille to induce Terry 's big cock in my asshole. My bowels clenched and spasmed and writhed about his hawkshaw. He plowed in hard. fast. He sent more and more wave of raptus sweeping out of my pussy. My virgin bitch clenched, my succus gushing out of me.

"Her asshole 's going wild,"groaned Terry."This is the best ass fo'sure. You hombre are all gon na love fucking her."

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

"Yeah,"groaned Mr. Harrison.

With a groan, Nathan started to kiss me back. My boyfriend nibbled on my lower lip as the pleasure rushed through me. Orgasm after orgasm salvo through me. My asshole reveled in that big, fatheaded, Black dick rammed into me. I whimpered, so glad my White ass was able to film every inch of terry cloth. I quivered, my toes curling.

I knew that terry would always be my favorite dick to take in fucking my ass. I had a touch sensation not even Nathan 's would ever liken. I probably should n't evidence my boyfriend that though.

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

"God fucking damn, you have the best ass, Zelda !"Dame Ellen Terry growled."Drain my bollock !"

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

Who fucked me ?

"Go, Mr. Harrison !"cheered Shawn."piece of tail the slut 's ass."

I groaned my agreement into Nathan 's lips.

Mr. Harrison fucked my cum-filled shit hard. He pounded me, thrusting deep into my bowel. It was such a marvelous experience. I could get a line my prof grunting. Groaning. My asshole was making him feel amazing. My cute derriere was giving him such pleasure. I broke the kiss with Nathan, staring into his eyes. I stroked his boldness, my tits jiggling in my bra. He had to understand. He had to know that I had to bonk every dick I could with my asshole.

"See !"I moaned to him."It 's not really sex, he 's just get laid my intestine. You can do it. You can love my asshole, too. You can finger what the great ass in the full earth feels like wrapped around your cock. Dame Alice Ellen Terry broke me in. You should give thanks him."

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

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

Neither could I.

Mr. William Henry Harrison pounded me hard, and then he was spurting into my asshole. My prof flooded me as my orgasm rippled through my trunk. That terrific joy swept through me. It was n't as intense as with Terry, but it was still a dainty to enjoy. Mr. Harrison groaned, spilling his seed in me. He deserved it for being such an awesome professor.

Shawn got my ass next. He beat Nathan to me. I groaned as Shawn slammed his dick into my jizz-filled bowel. I whimpered in delight, bending over my desk, just savoring his cock in me. I hugged my desk as Shawn fucked my ass. Cum leaked out of my sphincter, bubbling out around his shaft and dribbling down to my shave twat. The kindling coated my virgin flesh. I whimpered, not needing to bear upon my twat.

I would cum just from being fucked in the ass.

My asshole milked Shawn 's dick when he erupted, another toothsome climax rushing through me. This prison term, Nathan was next. My swain pounded my bowels. The fourth cock to enrol my asshole. I squeezed down on him, wiggling my hips, wanting to open 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 boys of my history course of instruction used me. They fucked me. They enjoyed my cute prat to the fullest. I groaned in cacoethes. I left the course of instruction, my jeggings torn open, jizz leaking out of me. Everyone could see how nonplus my ass was. Boys would agitate me against the paries and just bang their dicks into my mother fucker. They would fuck me right there in the corridor, our classmates groaning, wishing they were the lucky one to grab me.

During classes, my Male professor got to use me first. They would fuck me hard, thrusting into me. Then the other bookman would get their routine. I especially loved it when the blackness cat went. None of them were quite as big as terry cloth, but it was always such a thrill to feel an coal black putz sliding into my albumen ass.

Custodians used me. Father of students just visiting got the chance to slew their tool in me. When I was outside of my college, random men would get laid me hard. It was amazing. I could n't go a minute without having a gumshoe in my asshole. It was so awesome. Dame Ellen Terry and Nathan got to use me more than the others. Terry for breaking me in, and Nathan for being my swain.

Of grade, Nathan often had to sit there and ticker. Sometimes, I would open him a handjob as a big prick filled my asshole, feeling bad for my beau. I was n't quite cook to go all the way. Maybe I 'd await for marriage. That could be class away.

I had all the dicks I needed fucking my asshole. I could go for off on having sex.

I was glad I had such a supportive young man who understood how cherished my virginity was. I loved him so much. I especially like going over to dinner at his theatre. His daddy 's dick was liberal. It was such a delight to get fucked up the ass over the dinner board while his mother and babe talked to Nathan about his day. I would cum so hard.

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

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The figure of speech smiled. This yoke of panty was a uncivilized success. Keeping her virginity entire while turning her into a whore had been such a rush. Now the image had a new theme. Another way to twist a lady friend 's thinker in naughty directions. To channelize her lust in dissimilar ways.

The bod stroked its fresh pair of panties, a bubbly pink delight decorated with trivial heart and soul. They were infantile, intended for a younger girl than its target 's age of eighteen. Cute and bubbly and innocent. On the back was written two countersign : Adorable Kitten.

The public figure stroked the magenta letters, a bit of coruscation dazzling in the characters.

It was time. The rush built and built. The material body was so ready.

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