Mind-Control Panties

fib Ten : Cutie 's Hot Ass

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure was running off the high school of its hold out mind-control outing. It still enjoyed the buzz from the last young lady who wore one of its panties. She 'd been transformed. So had been all those around the fille. The result had rippled out, touching the lifetime of everyone who came near her. That was n't uncommon with one of its distich of scanty, but this effect was luscious. It had enjoyed watching the transformation.

But now it was interested in a new translation.

The figure moved through the near-empty hallway of the college with these. The figure was nondescript. Unremarkable. It clearly did n't belong in this place of Education, but no one gave it a second glance. The mist made it unremarkable. Though unobserved, the miasmal trick was there.

The same deception that wreathed the step-in it made.

The trope smiled as it entered Mr. Harrison 's classroom. Its eyes glanced around the elbow room, drinking in the sight. Rows of orderly desks. Posters hung on the wall talking about the professor 's subject : chronicle. One held a flowchart showing the evolution of the Roman state, another had bullet points of the John R. Major case a World War I. The digit stopped at one desk. right field up front, nub of the row. The trope shuddered, knowing Zelda would sit her. She was the complete little girl for this twain of panties. The satin, bronze pantie were made for her. The design carefully draped the step-in across the desk, stroking the silver missive across the seat.

Cute Tush.

The figure smiled, bore for its newest creation to be donned. Eager for the thrill of mind-controlling another mortal girlfriend who put them on.

The figure swept down the run-in of desks, navigating between them on the way to the door. Just as it was about to strain the door, it opened. As usual, Zelda Carter had arrived early for her first social class. She was the type of girl who liked to be on time. Proper. She wore a pink, cashmere sweater, long arm and high-pitched neck, and a annulus that fell past her knees, pink leggings peeking out.

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

In her brain, the bod was nothing More than a janitor. A keeper that had every right to be in the classroom. She stepped aside, the figure sweeping out, soon to have vanished entirely from the mortal populace.

Not that Zelda knew. Or cared.

She was eager to discover from her dearie professor. History was a delightful subject to her. She loved uncovering the past. Learning about all the foible that others had made. It was why, though she was twenty, she still had her virginity. She 'd read the accounts about the girls who 'd given up their cerise youth, surrendering to the brutal lustfulness of their boyfriends or to their own fleshly desires.

Those girls were invariably unsatisfied.

She wanted her offset time to be staring. 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 with her, waited for her to be ready, he would be.

These ideas all skittered through her mind as she approached her desk, idea dancing to and fro as she thought about other matter. She made for sure she had all her prep done, cataloging all the grant 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 step-in, feeling a tingle running through her."Where did you follow from ?"

She did n't even retrieve the figure at all. Forgetting it, she could n't shit any connection with it and how these panty had found themselves here. The cloth was a satiny silk, so different from the cotton wool panties she wore. A naughty pleasure rippled through her, her butt-cheeks tingling.

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

The threshold to the classroom creaked open.

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

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

She just smiled at him, already forgetting about the step-in in her air pocket."Sorry, I 'm just so eager to learn about the pin of Constantinople today. Are we going to pass over it ?"

"The power point in time were shank defeated the greatest medieval defenses ever erected,"he said."The day that curtain bulwark became obsolete."

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Zelda Carter

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

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

I was just so curious to see what they would feel like. I always bought champaign, 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 underclothes. Maybe even a thong.

Until I was make to establish what I was wearing underneath my doll to my boyfriend, what was the breaker point of wearing anything else ?

I shuddered, biting my lip and whimpering. The panty felt so placid against my thighs. A hot itch formed in my cunt as I pulled the waistband up over my rump. I groaned at the silky feel of the fabric. It cupped across my rump, covering every in of my butt-cheeks. It almost hugged them, gripping them like a yoke of hands. I shuddered, wiggling my rump.

Did I have a cute hind end ?

I blushed at that thought, my head shakiness. My black pigtails danced around my face. My little titty jiggled. I snagged my plain, egg white bra and pulled it on as I struggled to get used to this new yoke of panties.

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

I decided to leave them on. I 'd already assume them, and they did experience kind of nice, even if they made me feel like I was a little bit of a pervy girl. My cheeks were burning as I put on the rest of my dress. I pulled on a purple sweater, loving the fuzzed feel of it on my skin. It did n't realise me experience naughty.

Not like these panties.

Then I grabbed a total darkness skirt. I stepped into it, pulling it up my pegleg. It was a long one, I did n't need to wear tights today with this pair. I like wearing skirts. They were so elegant. It made me find so womanly. I knew lots of little girl like wearing blue jean or pants because they were comfy, but boys wore those, too.

I wanted to be feminine.

I zipped up my skirt and then frowned at my mirror image in the mirror. I turned, staring at my face profile. Did this skirt make my rump look squeamish ? Did I have a cute tush ? It was hard to say. The decline of the wench did n't quite cup my fundament 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 make-up, I combed my hair and wore clean clothes, but I was n't worried about how my chassis looked to others. But ... I bit my lower lip, thinking my behind did n't bet cute at all in the wench. It bothered me for some reason.

Why ?

That thought echoed through my mind. Why did I care so much ? I rubbed my deal on my skirt as I headed down the step. All my way to my college, all I could think about was how others saw me. Did they look at me and intend,"That missy does n't have a great ass. I mean, look at what she 's wearing. If she had a cute nates, 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 skirt did n't hit my rump look unflattering. Right ? I needed an opinion.

I smiled when I saw my boyfriend, Nathan. He was waiting for me out social movement of the construction, leaning against the brick paries. 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 full 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 waistline. He gave me a speedy kiss on the lips. I could experience his hands on my depleted back. Why did n't they slide lower and cup my tush ? Did n't he think I had a cute ass ? It made me squirm.

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

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

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

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

Jeans ...

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

It was a nice thought, but I really, really wanted people to bang I had a cute buttocks. The silken panties I wore tingled around my ass, gripping my butt. For a moment, I wanted to just lift up my annulus and ask what he thought of my ass cupped in that naughty satin. My face burned at the thought even as my pussy grew so hot.

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

I wanted that to be enough, but ...

I was the first person to enter Mr. Harrison 's course of instruction. I liked getting there early, eager to memorize. My boyfriend shared my story class, but he always refused to go in early with me. He always broke off to go hang out with his friends for a mates of hour before course started. Yesterday 's object lesson on the Fall of Constantinople was amazing. Today we were going to blab about how sultan Mehmed II set up the seat of his imperium in the new metropolis, changing Constantinople to Istanbul.

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

I squirmed all through grade, feeling the satin clutches of the panty hugging my rump. They itched, compelling me to ask Mr. Harrison that question.

Instead, I asked Dame Alice Ellen Terry when division was over. He was a tall, Black guy who sat in the back. He had his hairsbreadth buzzed short and a soul patch on his chin. I walked up to him, ignoring the curious look from Nathan.

"terry cloth ?"I asked, turning my body to evidence off my side profile."Does this skirt make my ass count cute ?"

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

Dame Alice Ellen Terry paused, his eyes flicking me up and down. I noticed his hunger stirring in those dark profoundness. His middle brimmed with this passion that sent a puckish tingle through me. My butt-cheeks clenched as my scanty seemed to almost wire 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.

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

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

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

My impudence burned as I nodded."Thanks, Terry,"I said. I turned around and darted over to my boyfriend."Terry thinks I should assume something better. Maybe I should buy some jean after classes are over ?"

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

"Yeah. He was just inspecting it."I said."He had to know if I had any likely. Are you jealous ?"I grinned and took his arm. I rubbed my cheek against his shoulder."That 's cute. You know you have nada to vex about. When I 'm set, you 're going to be my first."

My virgin pussy itched. I did n't think it 'll be too long until I was ready, but I never knew. The time had to be perfect.

"wellspring, I guess,"he said.

I asked other guys about their opinion throughout the day. The consensus was unanimous : my dame just did not bear witness off my tush to its entire. They kept saying words like"fine"or"okay"or even"meh."I needed to do intimately than meh ! I knew my can was cute. Hot. I needed to show it off. I had to buy new jeans.

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

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

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

Nathan blinked."What ?"

"I 'll see you later, Nathan,"I said, planting a osculation on his cheek."Dame Ellen Terry seems to be a much adept jurist on a White fille '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 Black guy was more than happy to go shopping with me."Fo'trusted 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 backside, my ass tingling from the silky panties that gripped it. I was so excited about this. I knew my arse would look telling in my new jeans.

Terry would assist me pick out the in effect pair to read off my precious fundament to its fullest.

I strolled into the mall with terry cloth, my heart beating with excitement. We did n't go to my common contain home, the section depot, but to one of the trendy stores. I smiled when I saw the denim on display on the model in the display window. They were so pissed. They had minuscule hearts drawn in pink diamante on the can sac.

I tingled, just knowing these would be perfect.

Of course of instruction, I grabbed the twain with the philia, plus a few Sir Thomas More twain of skinny jeans. I buzzed with hullabaloo as I headed into the changing room. In there, I stripped out of my drill skirt, pausing for a moment to look up to how my rump looked in the bronze panties. The silver grey letters were backward in the mirror, but I knew what they spelled.

I had what they said.

I grabbed the brace of blue jean with the hearts on the back pockets, trembling in excitement. I stepped my ramification into the pair, shuddering as I drew the pants up. I, of form, owned some blue jean, 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 high and higher up my branch, feeling the cloth molding to my hide. I wiggled my pelvis 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 in effect than the drill dame draping over my rear. I smiled and threw open the room access to the changing way. Dame Alice Ellen Terry grinned as I stepped out, his eyes flicking up and down.

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

I turned around, wiggling my hips.

"tinker's dam, girl, stop shaking. Let me drink in the sight of you."

"Sorry, I 'm just so excited,"I said. I pulled out my phone and started texting Nathan. Just trying on the new jeans. Waiting to get hold out what terry cloth has to say about them.

I hit send.

I gasped as Terry 's prominent manus cupped both my butt-cheeks. He squeezed and kneaded my rump, his fingers digging into the dungaree. I shuddered, the heating construction in my pussy. A risque prickling rippled across my butt as his fingers massaged me.

You really went shopping with him ? Nathan sent back.

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

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

"Just my young man,"I said, my intact body feeling alert right wing now. The way terry was touching me had to imply my ass was cute."What do you mean ? He 's waiting to find out."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I tried on the early two twain of jean. Terry gave a thorough examination of each. I groaned, my pussycat opinion so juicy. I bit my lip and whimpered as his fingers kneaded my rump. He pushed the blue jean a little bit into my butt-crack, trying to reach in there, but just not being able to. Heat flowed through me. My nipple ached.

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

fret broke across my brow during the final inspection. I felt like Terry was taking forever to approve them, massaging my rear.

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

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

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

I worked the blue jean down my ramification, sliding them off. I felt Terry looking at me. I groaned as his hands grabbed my ass. Fingers dipped into my butt-crack, pressing the satin textile into my crotch. I gasped as he found my shit. He touched my sphincter, rubbing it through the satin."red cent, you really got a all right ass, fille. darn very well ass."

"You wagerer stop going blue,"I whimpered."You 're almost about to speculation into plaza not even my boyfriend 's touched."

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

"Because you 're an expert on whiteness miss ass. Otherwise, he 'd be here."I smiled at Terry."He is a big boyfriend."

I really, really did n't want to put back on the dame, but I had to walk out of here wearing something. I ended up buying a dyad of couplet of the ones with ticker on them. Well, they had a variety of them. There was one with stars, another with a four-leaf lesser yellow trefoil, and one with kissing mouth. All in all, I bought four duet of jeans.

It was all I could afford.

Dame Alice Ellen Terry drove me home. There, I raced upstairs, texting Nathan all about it. I promised that he would love what I looked like when he saw me tomorrow. He would be blown away by what an amazing ass I had. He could even bear on it. After all, I let Terry fumble my ass. No grounds I could n't let my boyfriend do the Sami even if the thought made me blush.

That dark, I felt so fretful, I had to masturbate. I did n't do it every day, but tonight I rubbed my kitty feverishly. I even did something I 'd never done before. I reached my unexpended paw beneath my rump and slid my finger's breadth into my butt-crack.

I found my asshole.

I groaned when I sank my midsection finger into my bowels. I felt so wicked. So motiveless. I pumped it in and out of me while I rubbed my virgin physique. I came so hard, my anal retentive sheath writhing around my digit, my juices flooding my fingerbreadth. I shuddered, imagining such naughty things.

thing thicker than my figure penetrating back there.

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

I had to wear the panties the following day.

Normally, I would n't do that, but they just felt so baffle. I slipped them on low gear, that frisson racing through me. My arse clenched, remembering my finger. Naughty thinking danced in my head as I pulled on my jeans next. I went with a pair decorated with tenderness.

They were just the weakened.

I wiggled the jean up my legs, the stretchy material clinging to me. They showed off my big thighs and precious calves as well as a delicious hind end. I tugged the stretchable material over my rump, feeling it gripping my butt-cheeks. It was almost as rigorous as my panties.

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

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

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

"You think my ass is enceinte !"I squealed."Please, tell me how cute I look."I bent over Thomas More, thrusting my ass out at him."I need to know."

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

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

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

I beamed.

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

Just like that, my excitement vanished.

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

I shrugged and headed inside, dazed.

I swayed. Jeans were n't enough to record off my ass. What could I do about that ? I could n't just go around in pantie. I had to bear something. Right ?

For once, I was n't the first base to Mr. Harrison 's stratum. I was in such a daze as I wandered down the hall, struggling to figure out what to do. What could I possibly wear ? leotards ? Those were n't tight enough. They might hug my prat, but they were thick and fond. Yoga pants ?

Those were pretty clingy.

Was there anything better ?

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

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

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

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

"Fo'sure, I did. It was a damn fine ass. Perfect. You really need to show up it off better."

"I know,"I said."Do you have any musical theme ?"

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 mental imagery on fire.

Terry 's bridge player slid around my waistline to grab my ass. He pulled me close to him. Both his hands were now on my bottom. He squeezed and kneaded my ass, his fingers sliding up and down the seam that followed my butt-crack. If the denim was n't so compact, he could get his finger in there like he had with my panties 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 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 gracious, but it 's a shame you ca n't go around naked."

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

"Still, beshrew disgrace that you—"

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

"It 's all cool, man,"terrycloth said, giving my keister a terminal squeeze."Just inspecting her fine rump. naught wrong with that."

I turned around and smiled at my beau."right, cypher wrong with that. wait, Nathan, you can grab my ass. Just put your hired man over my bum and squeeze. You can see how nice it is."

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

"Are you kidding jealous ?"I asked, shaking my mind. I pulled away from terrycloth and that voiceless bulge in his dungaree. I went to Nathan, taking his deal. I gave him such a happy smile."I 'm your lady friend. Okay ?"

Terry 's bridge player found his way to my ass again. He squeezed me as I smiled at my boyfriend. A disgusting shiver ran through me, an electrifying tingle that spread from my pantie. My snatch clenched. The black guy knew how to touch my ass. He was a master at it.

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

I rolled my eyes. I rose on my tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on his sass."You 're my beau. Okay ? Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's just a friend."

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

I giggled.

terry sauntered into the classroom."I want to go buy some jeggings after classes 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 little mad.

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

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

They were all I could guess about. I googled them between breaks, staring at picture of these thin, crocked, stretchy textile hugging girl 's nooky. 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 nylon stocking. They were so racy. I searched where to buy them and smiled when I saw I could get them at the same piazza I bought my denim. I quivered with excitement.

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

"You 're going with him again ?"Nathan whined as I headed to Terry 's car. My boyfriend 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. terrycloth will make certain 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 have his helping hand on my ass. He squeezed and fondled it every chance he could.

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

"No."

"See, just something protagonist do,"terry cloth 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 junk. No room 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 twosome of shirts in the back, facing pages out over the intact seat. I guess they could n't be moved so Nathan could sit back there. terrycloth slipped into the driver tooshie and we were off.

I was so activated to buy the jeggings. The present moment we arrived at the shopping center, I burst out of the car and left Terry behind. I missed his hand rubbing my ass, but I was so excited. I was practically running by the fourth dimension I was inside the center. I reached the clothing store, darting in, my centre 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.

"hoot, girl, you 're just aegir for it."

I smiled at him.

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

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

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

I smiled and nodded."fine, snatch that pair of dungaree so I can profess to have something to try on."

He did.

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

His script grabbed my ass.

I shuddered as he kneaded my ass through my panties. There was almost nix between us. I closed my eye, whimpering as I bit my bring down lip. My nipples were so hard. My cunt was so wet. If Nathan was here, I did n't have sex what I would do. I wiggled my pelvis, loving the hot touch of Terry 's strong digit kneading my rump.

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

He found my sphincter.

I groaned, shuddering at how sensitive my asshole felt. I whimpered as pleasure I normally only felt when I masturbated my twat was flowing through me as he circled my gather hole. His finger caressed my sphincter, causing me to flutter. I leaned over, grabbing a supporting bar. I gripped it, my face inches from the mirror before me.

I was flushed. My pigtails swayed about my side, my contraband 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 bed just what to do. You are such an expert."

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

That was so confessedly. I whimpered, my snatch melt with my juice. His digit pressed against my sphincter. My eyes widened as he entered me. I felt his finger's breadth sliding into my asshole. My Virgin cunt clenched as his digit sank deeper 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 wait 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 stimulation was incredible. My virtuous pussy drank it in, my juices flowing hotter and hotter out of my depths. My picayune button throbbed, my teat aching. It was incredible.

I had no idea my mother fucker could sense so amazing. When I fingered it live night, it felt great, but this ... Terry knew just where to meet me. How to make his finger in and out of my gut. I whimpered through my grit teeth, feeling this press building and building interior of me.

My orgasm approached.

I shuddered as his digit thrust oceanic abyss and fast into me. My velvety asshole gripped him, clenching about him increasing the friction. The input. It was incredible. Pleasure rippled through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, little lights dancing across my dark vision. 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 closed chain stretched and stretched. I groaned, wanting to fight his intrusion, but it felt too unspoiled to resist. This heat that stabbed into my nethers. The second finger's breadth sank into me, extending into me to sink in almost as inscrutable as his mediate finger did. I groaned as he pumped them both in and out of me.

"You are tight,"he said."Mmm, I love a squiffy, 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 orgasm built. Every plunge sent me hurtling towards it. I could n't resist surrendering to this passion. I could n't stop myself from enjoying this. My ass felt awing. His fingers felt so rightfulness inside my bowels.

He jammed them both so deep in me, his early fingers sliding into my butt-crack. He almost sank every column inch of his digit buried in me. So boneheaded and long.

"Yes !"I squealed. I came.

My asshole writhed around his fingers. My Virgo the Virgin snatch convulsed. I could finger the juice soaking my George H.W. Bush and the voider of my pantie. I whimpered, my small breasts jiggling in my bra as I trembled. My pigtails danced around my head. They whipped around my shoulders as I swung my head teacher from side of meat to side. superstar exploded across my vision as the waves of rapture slammed into my mind.

I drowned in ecstasy. My asshole felt dumbfound. I had no estimation a supporter could hand me such delight just from fingering my bowels. I whimpered, drinking it in. So glad that my cute tush could give me such rapture.

"tinker's damn, you do take in an amazing 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 dickhead. For a moment, he pressed against me. I felt the voiceless protrusion of his cock rubbing against my rump."I ca n't wait for tomorrow. You 'll wait amazing in those jeggings."

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

I paid for my jeggings and almost floated out the mall, carried on the air current of rapture that my anal orgasm gave me. terry cloth was such a skilful friend to make me feel so salutary. I gave him a kiss on the cheek in thanks.

I climbed into his car and immediately texted Nathan. I have the jeggings ! I hope you 're studying for your math test ! I want you to bring home the bacon. 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 deliver to worry. Terry 's a sound admirer. He made me finger so in effect about my jeggings. consecrate me such a rush. Buying them was awesome. I wish I could add up over and see you because I would probably do something naughty. But you have to canvass, and I have my own preparation I need to get done. Tomorrow, you 'll get to see my ass in my jeggings.

So will Terry.

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

Nathan did n't answer.

Terry dropped me off at my theater, giving me a net pat on the nates. I smiled at him and then headed inside.

I barely managed to get my homework done before I was fingering my shit. I made myself cum three time before I passed out. When I woke up, my finger was still buried in my intestine. 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, rapture sweeping through me.

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

I cracked loose the plastic egg holding the stonewash couplet of jeggings. I did n't have the step-in on, they would be visible through it and it would defeat the unscathed point of wearing these. Jeggings would be even mean than my panties. They would forge to my can and even slide into butt-crack and bear witness off the full material body of my peachy ass.

Putting jeggings on was like rolling on nylon. I went dim, working them up both legs to make sure there were n't any runs. The only difference 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 skinny jean, 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 feel the stretchable cloth sliding into my butt-crack. It pressed against my son of a bitch, letting me know that the full definition of my nates could be seen.

They were so thin I felt like I was naked.

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

It was a small price to pay to demo off my perfect ass.

I rushed down the stair, the jeggings cupping my ass and vulva. Without any pubic hair, I could sense the stretchy textile caressing my pussy lips. My clit. I groaned, this warmth racing through me. The material was in my butt-crack and teasing my bastard. I whimpered, my intact body on fire.

I needed Terry to grope my ass. I needed my bunghole played with. I wish I had metre to masturbate, but I had to run.

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

I bolted out of the business firm, my human foot stretching out before me. The jeggings hugged me like a second tegument. I was practically naked 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 hurry to fend off being latterly.

My phone buzzed, clutched tightly in my hand. I did n't have any pocket on my jeggings, and I 'd left my purse behind. I did snag my back pack, so I was n't completely unprepared for college. And, of course, I would never leave my house without my phone. I swiped the concealment as I ran, seeing a message from Nathan.

Where are you ? he texted. Your slow 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 suffice that right now. I was running. estimable I could do was hit three letters.

OMW

I hit send and kept running, a stitch already forming in my face. I could see my college ahead. I ran faster, my clit throbbing. The fabric caressed me. It rubbed my ass, my butt-cheeks rippling as I ran. My asshole drank in the teasing delight of the framework.

It was all so a good deal walking on air.

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

I darted across the road to get to my college. A car saddle horn honked, brakes screeching. I just kept running. I made it to the early side and raced into the school grounds. I could see Nathan waiting out social movement.

I waved to him, my knocker bouncing in my bra and my loose blouse. My top was the claim opposite of the jeggings I was wearing. I wanted to show up off my ass, not my mamilla. I was still a wholesome girl. I was a virgin. I did n't know when I would be prepare to break it up. It had to be to the the right way guy.

I had assumed that was Nathan, but the way he 'd been acting the in conclusion few days ...

"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 catch my breath. I grabbed his arm for documentation, half bend over as I sucked in air.

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

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

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

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

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

"It was just something supporter do,"I said."It was n't like he fingered my pussy our disturb my tits. I did n't even snog him."I lunged in kissed Nathan on the backtalk."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 pace following after a moment.

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

I passed terry cloth, smiling as he boldly grabbed my nates. He held on tight, stopping me from reaching my bottom."damn, I knew your ass would take care amazing in these. Fo'sure, you got the best ass on campus."

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

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

"Yes, he 's inspecting my cute tush."A hot thrill ran through my kitty-cat. I was so on ardour. I quivered, loving the feel of both of terry 's hands now roaming my ass. He parted my butt-cheeks. I could feel him staring into my tornado. He let out a groan of delight.

"Goddamn, Zelda, these mold to every in of you. I can see the impression of your arsehole through the jeggings."

I gasped as he touched my backdoor. His finger's breadth rubbed against my anatomical sphincter. I groaned, quivering. My nipples throbbed against my bra. I licked my brim, setting my phone down on my desk. terry was sitting right behind me. I was indisputable 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 okay,"I told him."It 's just my asshole. It 's not a intimate organ."

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

He rubbed harder. My pigtails danced around my face as everyone saw Dame Alice Ellen Terry audit my cute tush. All the boys were staring at me. Panting. They all knew I had a perfect tense ass. My back arched, another throaty moan of pleasure bursting through me.

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

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

"I am !"I moaned."Ooh, yes, just like that. stay fresh stroking me, Dame Ellen Terry. Get me unaired and closer to—"

I heard a tear.

"shucks, that 's ticklish,"I said as I felt the material of my jeggings splitting up my butt-crack. The two halves separated, exposing my asscheeks. Even my plane pussy felt on display. I gasped as now Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's finger's breadth rubbed directly at my asshole.

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

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

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

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

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

"Just giving her ass an viva voce inspection,"Terry said and then swirled his natural language around my bunghole again.

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

"shucks,"moaned Shawn from his tail nearby.

All the guys were staring. They watched as Terry feasted on my whoreson. His tongue swirled around it. Then he pressed against it. I groaned as he penetrated my bowels. I whimpered as that glossa pressed into my anal sheath. I glanced at Nathan, his side red. I gave him a smile, letting him know this was innocent.

It was just my motherfucker, after all.

Oh, it felt amazing.

Terry 's inviolable fingers kneaded my bottom as his tongue pumped in and out of my asshole. The delight melted down to my pussy, my climax building and building. I wiggled my hips from slope to side. I whimpered. That wonderful pleasure swelled in me. It was so blue. Everyone was witnessing it.

I came.

My whoreson quivered and convulsed around Terry 's probing clapper. I gasped at the flush of pleasance surging through my snatch. It flowed through me, a delicious tidal undulation of rapture that filled every nerve in my body. It spilled up to my mind. My tit jiggled in my bra, my pigtails dancing about my head. It felt so amazing.

"Oh, yes, Terry !"I moaned."Yes, yes, inspect my son of a bitch ! Ooh, that feels amazing !"

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

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

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

"Oh, 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 finger's breadth in me,"I moaned, wiggling my rump."Ram them in me. I need to cum again."

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

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

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

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

Was that his hammer ?

I threw a expression over my articulatio humeri, just twisting my body enough to see my great derriere and his thick, coal black dick draped over it. His dark shaft contrasted so much against my pale skin. 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 generate me such an anal inspection. I want to cum so operose on his gumshoe ! Is n't that awesome ?"

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

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

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

"Of trend,"I moaned."My cute rear needs everyone to audit it. Even you, Nathan."

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

I nodded my foreland."He is an expert on White girl arse. 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 shit. It was cold and pat. I gasped, realizing it was lube. I heard a wet, slick down sound and glanced behind me again. Dame Ellen Terry was rubbing the same gel into his cock, making his ebony shaft gleam.

He was such a good friend.

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

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

I groaned as Terry pressed his cock against my asshole. I felt my sphincter stretch and stretchability. It was such an unbelievable delight. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. It was amazing. My heart pounded in my chest. There was this delicious rush. It surged through me. My optic fluttered, my bowels clenching down on the duncical hawkshaw penetrating me. I whimpered, wiggling my rose hip from side to side, pleasure rippling through me.

I crushed Nathan 's mitt in my stiff grip. Terry 's pecker was so big. I could feel my anal cocktail dress spreading to engulf him. He truly was breaking me in, opening me up for all the humble cock to savor. I whimpered, so glad this big, Black beast could be in me. My pure kitty-cat drank him in.

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

"Fo'sure,"terrycloth 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 prick slid through me. My velvety bowels gripped him. I thought it felt amazing when he fingered me. When he tongued me. But those delights held cipher compared to his dick. His huge shaft stimulated my anal sheath. The joy melted down to my pussy. It fed another growing orgasm. I gasped as he rammed back into me. Harder. Faster. His glob slapped against my virgin cunt. I gasped at the prickling of delight rippling along my pussy lips. Then he drew back again.

He pounded me.

I gripped my desk with my leave behind hand and my young man 's hand with the other. I stared up at him, seeing the shocked feeling on his facial expression. I did n't understand why he did n't conceive this was amazing. This was the best affair ever. Terry 's hawkshaw plunged into me voiceless and fast. He stimulated me. I could find my orgasm building faster and faster. This powerful explosion that would consume me.

"Oh, Nathan, his dick tactile property so good in me,"I moaned."Oh, honey, watch him kick downstairs in my ass. It 's getting me ready 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 fatheaded dick.

"Zelda,"groaned Nathan.

"Do n't be jealous, Terry 's just being a honorable friend. My cute fanny has to be enjoyed by everyone. Oh, yes, he 's ramming into me. I 'll cum so concentrated in his shaft, Nathan. It 's going to be amazing. So why are n't you happy for me ?"

Nathan let out a gag groan.

terry grunted, his hands gripping my hips. He slammed hard in me. His blushing private parts smacked my prat. His formal cracked into my taint and kitty-cat lips. I loved that big, chummy shaft plunging punishing and fast in me. I whimpered. Groaned. I could n't stand much longer.

I was about to explode.

I straightened, my left arm darting out and hooking around Nathan 's neck. I pulled my swain down. He had to interpret how dumbfound this was for me. So I kissed him. I thrust my tongue into my young man 's mouth as Terry slammed his dick to the hilt in my asshole.

I came.

I groaned into my fellow 's lip as my shit writhed around terry 's dick. The pleasure was intense. Amazing. A tsunami of raptus sloshed through my dead body. It slammed into my mind, drowning my thoughts in ecstasy. Stars fusillade before my eye. I kissed Nathan so hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.

He had to understand. He had to spot that this was so amazing for me. I was such a favorable girl to have Terry 's big cock in my asshole. My bowels clenched and spasmed and writhed about his dick. He plowed in voiceless. fast. He sent more and more wave of rapture sweeping out of my kitty-cat. My virgin slit clenched, my juices gushing out of me.

"Her asshole 's going wild,"groaned terry."This is the best ass fo'sure. You guys 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 depressed lip as the joy rushed through me. Orgasm after climax explosion through me. My asshole reveled in that big, fatheaded, Black hawkshaw rammed into me. I whimpered, so glad my White ass was able to take every inch of Terry. I quivered, my toes curling.

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

terry erupted in me. I felt his cum firing hot into my arse. 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 !"terry cloth growled."drainpipe my balls !"

I groaned harder into Nathan 's sass as I did just that. When Terry was empty, 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. rightfulness. My mother fucker was designed to please cock. My cute tush needed cocks in me. I groaned, savoring the arduous strokes.

Who fucked me ?

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

I groaned my agreement into Nathan 's lips.

Mr. Harrison fucked my cum-filled mother fucker hard. He pounded me, thrusting deep into my gut. It was such a wonderful experience. I could pick up my professor grunting. Groaning. My prick was making him find amazing. My precious tush was giving him such pleasure. I broke the kiss with Nathan, staring into his center. I stroked his face, my tits jiggling in my bra. He had to understand. He had to recognize that I had to make love every dick I could with my asshole.

"See !"I moaned to him."It 's not really sex, he 's just fucking my gut. You can do it. You can get laid my motherfucker, too. You can feel what the greatest ass in the entire creation look like wrapped around your pecker. Terry broke me in. You should thank him."

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

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

Neither could I.

Mr. Rex Harrison pounded me hard, and then he was spurting into my dickhead. My professor flooded me as my climax rippled through my body. That wonderful pleasure swept through me. It was n't as vivid as with Dame Ellen Terry, but it was still a kickshaw to relish. Mr. Benjamin Harrison groaned, spilling his seed in me. He deserved it for being such an awe-inspiring professor.

Ted Shawn got my ass future. He beat Nathan to me. I groaned as Shawn slammed his tool into my jizz-filled bowels. I whimpered in delectation, bending over my desk, just savoring his putz in me. I hugged my desk as Shawn fucked my ass. Cum leaked out of my sphincter, bubbling out around his shot and dribbling down to my shaved pussy. The mettle coated my Virgo the Virgin form. I whimpered, not needing to bear on my cunt.

I would cum just from being fucked in the ass.

My arse milked Shawn 's dick when he erupted, another delicious orgasm rushing through me. This prison term, Nathan was next. My swain pounded my bowels. The fourth shaft to enter my asshole. I squeezed down on him, wiggling my hips, wanting to give way 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 terrific delight.

One after the other, the boys of my history class used me. They fucked me. They enjoyed my cute derriere to the fullest. I groaned in cacoethes. I left the class, my jeggings torn candid, jizz leaking out of me. Everyone could see how amazing my ass was. male child would fight me against the wall and just bang their dick into my asshole. They would have it off me right there in the corridor, our classmates groaning, wishing they were the prosperous one to snap up me.

During classes, my male person professors got to use me first. They would have it away me intemperate, thrusting into me. Then the other scholar would get their turning. I especially loved it when the Black guys went. None of them were quite as big as Terry, but it was always such a kick to feel an ebony tree dick sliding into my White ass.

custodian used me. Fatherhood of students just visiting got the chance to slide their dick in me. When I was outside of my college, random men would fuck me knockout. It was amazing. I could n't go a minute without having a shaft in my asshole. It was so awesome. terrycloth and Nathan got to use me more than than the others. Terry for breaking me in, and Nathan for being my boyfriend.

Of course, Nathan often had to sit there and ticker. Sometimes, I would afford him a handjob as a big pecker filled my whoreson, feeling bad for my boyfriend. I was n't quite quick to go all the way. Maybe I 'd waitress for marriage. That could be geezerhood away.

I had all the gumshoe I needed fucking my asshole. I could restrain off on having sex.

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

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

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The figure smiled. This pair of scanty was a wild succeeder. Keeping her virginity entire while turning her into a lady of pleasure had been such a rushing. Now the figure had a new musical theme. Another way to twist a girl 's mind in naughty counselling. To channel her lust in different ways.

The figure stroked its young pair of scanty, a bubbly pinko joy decorated with little hearts. They were childish, intended for a young girl than its object 's age of 18. Cute and bubbly and innocent. On the back was written two words : lovely Kitten.

The figure stroked the magenta alphabetic character, a bit of sparkle dazzling in the characters.

It was time. The rush built and built. The figure was so ready.

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