Mind-Control Panties

narrative Ten : Cutie 's Hot Ass

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta indication this !

The figure was running off the high school of its finish mind-control outing. It still enjoyed the buzz from the last fille who wore one of its panties. She 'd been transformed. So had been all those around the girl. The issue had rippled out, touching the living of everyone who came near her. That was n't uncommon with one of its duad of pantie, but this effect was delicious. It had enjoyed watching the transformation.

But now it was interested in a new transformation.

The physique moved through the near-empty halls of the college with these. The figure was nondescript. Unremarkable. It clearly did n't belong to in this place of Education, but no one gave it a second coup d'oeil. The mist made it routine. Though unobserved, the miasmic magic was there.

The Lapp conjuration that wreathed the scanty it made.

The pattern smiled as it entered Mr. Harrison 's classroom. Its eyes glanced around the way, drink in the survey. Rows of orderly desks. notice hung on the wall talking about the professor 's subject : history. One held a flowchart showing the phylogeny of the roman type DoS, another had heater points of the major consequence a World War I. The figure stopped at one desk. right hand up front, center of the row. The figure shuddered, knowing Zelda would sit her. She was the pure little girl for this duo of pantie. The satin, bronze panties were made for her. The figure carefully draped the scanty across the desk, stroking the silver alphabetic character across the seat.

Cute Tush.

The figure smiled, eager for its newest world to be donned. Eager for the rush of mind-controlling another mortal miss who put them on.

The figure swept down the rowing of desks, navigating between them on the way to the doorway. Just as it was about to get through the threshold, it opened. As usual, Zelda Carter had arrived early for her first year. She was the type of girl who liked to be on prison term. Proper. She wore a pink, cashmere perspirer, long sleeves and high necks, and a bird that fell past her knees, pink leggings peeking out.

"fountainhead, hi,"she said by function, her oculus almost losing over as they glanced at the figure.

In her mind, the figure was aught more than a janitor. A custodian that had every right wing to be in the classroom. She stepped aside, the design sweeping out, soon to have got vanished entirely from the individual globe.

Not that Zelda knew. Or cared.

She was eagre to get a line from her preferred prof. History was a delightful subject to her. She loved uncovering the yesteryear. Learning about all the foible that others had made. It was why, though she was twenty, she still had her virginity. She 'd say the chronicle about the girls who 'd given up their cherry young, surrendering to the beastly lecherousness of their boyfriends or to their own carnal desires.

Those young lady were invariably unsatisfied.

She wanted her first time to be perfect. With a boy that she knew she loved. She had a boyfriend, but she was n't certainly Nathan was the one. She hoped he was. She knew that if he was patient with her, waited for her to be prepare, he would be.

These thought all skittered through her mind as she approached her desk, thoughts dancing to and fro as she thought about other things. She made sure she had all her homework done, cataloging all the designation she 'd been given. She was about to sit down at her desk when she noticed what lay on top of it.

She gasped in shock. She picked up the panties, feeling a quiver running through her."Where did you fall from ?"

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

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

The doorway to the classroom creaked open.

Gasping, panicking at being caught holding a couplet of step-in, she shoved them into her skirt air pocket, balling them deep. She whirled around to see Mr. Harrison enter. He was a tall, dark-coated man with brown eyes 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 pantie in her pouch."Sorry, I 'm just so bore to learn about the spill of First Council of Constantinople today. Are we going to cover it ?"

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

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Zelda Carter

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

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

I was just so curious to see what they would experience like. I always bought knit stitch, boring panties. I never wore the riskier stuff and nonsense, always telling myself that I was n't ready to recede my virginity When I was, then I would buy a pair of lacy underwear. Maybe even a thong.

Until I was gear up to prove what I was wearing underneath my doll to my young man, what was the point of wearing anything else ?

I shuddered, biting my lip and whimpering. The panties felt so smooth against my thighs. A hot itch formed in my pussy as I pulled the waistband up over my rump. I groaned at the sleek look of the material. It cupped across my buns, covering every inch of my butt-cheeks. It almost hugged them, gripping them like a duad of hands. I shuddered, wiggling my rump.

Did I have a cute tush ?

I blushed at that sentiment, my headland shaking. My black pigtails danced around my typeface. My slight knocker jiggled. I snagged my plain, white bra and pulled it on as I struggled to get used to this new pair of panties.

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

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

Not like these panties.

Then I grabbed a Black annulus. I stepped into it, pulling it up my pegleg. It was a yearn one, I did n't need to wear tights today with this yoke. I like wearing skirts. They were so elegant. It made me finger so womanly. I knew heap of girl like wearing dungaree or pants because they were well-to-do, but boys wore those, too.

I wanted to be feminine.

I zipped up my skirt and then frowned at my reflection in the mirror. I turned, staring at my side profile. Did this doll make my keister looking nice ? Did I have a cute tush ? It was hard to say. The fall of the skirt did n't quite cup my backside 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 tomentum and wore pick wearing apparel, but I was n't worried about how my bod looked to others. But ... I bit my lower lip, thinking my rump did n't see cute at all in the skirt. It bothered me for some reason.

Why ?

That thought echoed through my head. Why did I care so much ? I rubbed my workforce on my dame as I headed down the stairs. All my way to my college, all I could think about was how others saw me. Did they look at me and conceive,"That miss does n't have a great ass. I mean, look at what she 's wearing. If she had a cute keister, 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 imaging. My skirt did n't make my posterior look unflattering. right hand ? I needed an opinion.

I smiled when I saw my boyfriend, Nathan. He was waiting for me out front end of the building, leaning against the brick wall. He was a marvellous guy with blond hair and gentle oculus. 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 immediate kiss on the lips. I could feel his paw on my lower back. Why did n't they slide lower and cup my tush ? Did n't he think I had a cute ass ? It made me squirm.

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

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

I broke away from him and turned around, twisting my torso to gaze at back at him over my shoulder joint. My grim pigtails swept off my shoulders as I did."Does this chick make my ass feel upright ?"

He stared at them and frowned."Well, yeah, I guess it 's fine,"he said."I mean, you 're always wearing skirts. And that 's the well your ass is going to reckon in them. Maybe you could fall apart tighter annulus. Or jeans."

Jeans ...

The thought process 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 imply to arrive at you sense self-conscious. You 're gorgeous, Zelda. I love you just the way you are."

It was a nice sentiment, but I really, really wanted people to know I had a precious tush. The slick panties I wore tingled around my ass, gripping my butt. For a moment, I wanted to just rescind up my skirt and ask what he thought of my ass cupped in that naughty satin. My face burned at the thought even as my kitty-cat grew so hot.

"So you do n't postulate 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 class. I liked getting there early, eagre to study. My boyfriend shared my account class, but he always refused to go in early with me. He always broke off to go hang out with his friends for a couple of minute before classes started. Yesterday 's moral on the fall of Second Council of Constantinople was amazing. Today we were going to speak about how sultan Mehmed II set up the seat of his empire in the new city, changing Stambul to Istanbul.

When Mr. Harrison walked in, I almost asked him what his persuasion was on my ass. That would be totally out or keeping. He was my professor.

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

Instead, I asked Terry when class was over. He was a tall, Black person guy who sat in the back. He had his hair buzzed unawares and a soul maculation on his Kuki. I walked up to him, ignoring the curious look from Nathan.

"Dame Ellen Terry ?"I asked, turning my body to show off my English profile."Does this skirt make my ass see cute ?"

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

Terry paused, his eyes flicking me up and down. I noticed his hunger stirring in those dark profundity. His eyes brimmed with this passion that sent a wicked tingle through me. My butt-cheeks clenched as my panties seemed to almost wire my buttocks. I turned more, giving the Black 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 hard to say more, though. Your skirt does n't really underscore your rump."

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

"Oh, definitely,"he said."There 's zip like a White girl with a nice ass."He reached out and squeeze it, bringing a gasp from Nathan 's sassing."Yeah, you got potential. I have to see it in something better to get it on 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 wear thin something better. Maybe I should buy some jeans after classes are over ?"

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

"Yeah. He was just inspecting it."I said."He had to bonk if I had any voltage. Are you overjealous ?"I grinned and took his arm. I rubbed my cheek against his shoulder."That 's cute. You know you have goose egg to interest about. When I 'm ready, you 're going to be my first."

My virgin twat itched. I did n't call back it 'll be too long until I was prepare, but I never knew. The clip had to be perfect.

"well, I guess,"he said.

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

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

"Well,"he said, rubbing at the dorsum of his cervix. He did n't look enthusiastic."I guess I can make out. But, I mean, you do n't have to change your aspect. You know that, right ? You 're all right the way you are."

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

Nathan blinked."What ?"

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

I left Nathan behind, confused why he would be spluttering. What was unseasonable with getting some advice from an expert ? I found Terry, and the inkiness guy was more than happy to go shopping with me."Fo'surely I want to see you try on some jeans."

I beamed at him.

He drove me to the mall, grinning the total prison term. I kept squirming in the passenger bottom, my ass tingling from the silky panties that gripped it. I was so charge about this. I knew my hindquarters would look impressive in my new blue jean.

Terry would help oneself me pick out the dear pair to indicate off my cute backside to its fullest.

I strolled into the plaza with terrycloth, my heart beating with hullabaloo. We did n't go to my usual end place, the department store, but to one of the trendy memory. I smiled when I saw the blue jean on display on the theoretical account in the display windowpane. They were so tight. They had little hearts drawn in pink diamante on the rear pockets.

I tingled, just knowing these would be perfect.

Of course of instruction, I grabbed the distich with the hearts, plus a few more yoke of skinny jeans. I buzzed with excitement as I headed into the changing room. In there, I stripped out of my boring skirt, pausing for a consequence to look up to how my rump looked in the bronze panties. The silver letter were backward in the mirror, but I knew what they spelled.

I had what they said.

I grabbed the duad of jeans with the hearts on the plump for air hole, trembling in excitement. I stepped my legs into the pair, shuddering as I drew the pants up. I, of course, owned some blue jean, mainly for doing out-of-door poppycock. None were like these. My new dungaree were stretchy. Not like any denim I 'd worn. I shuddered as I pulled them higher and higher up my legs, feeling the textile molding to my skin. I wiggled my hips as I pulled them over my rump. As I fastened them up, I glanced in the mirror.

They definitely showed off my ass. This was so much respectable than the boring skirt draping over my rear. I smiled and threw open the door to the changing room. terry grinned as I stepped out, his eyes flicking up and down.

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

I turned around, wiggling my hips.

"Damn, girl, give up quiver. Let me pledge in the mickle of you."

"Sorry, I 'm just so energize,"I said. I pulled out my sound and started texting Nathan. Just trying on the new dungaree. Waiting to ascertain out what Dame Ellen 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 heat building in my pussy. A racy tingling rippled across my rear as his finger's breadth 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 thumbs massaging my butt-cheeks. He almost rubbed at the crack.

"Just my fellow,"I said, my entire body feeling alive right now. The way terrycloth was touching me had to mean my ass was precious."What do you call back ? He 's waiting to find out."

"red cent, why did n't you have your beau do this ?"Terry said.

"Well, you are an expert on White female child 's asses."

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

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

You do n't anticipate me to be excited that some early 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 pap or anything. I giggled and said to Terry"He 's getting a small jealous."

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

I tried on the other two pairs of dungaree. Terry gave a exhaustive exam of each. I groaned, my pussy feeling so juicy. I bit my lip and whimpered as his fingers kneaded my rump. He pushed the denim a piffling bit into my butt-crack, trying to reach out in there, but just not being able to. Heat flowed through me. My mamilla ached.

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

Sweat broke across my hilltop during the final review. I felt like terry was taking forever to sanction them, massaging my rear.

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

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

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

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

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

I worked the jeans down my stage, sliding them off. I felt Dame Ellen Terry looking at me. I groaned as his men grabbed my ass. Fingers dipped into my butt-crack, pressing the satin fabric into my fork. I gasped as he found my mother fucker. He touched my sphincter, rubbing it through the satin."Damn, you really got a fine ass, fille. tinker's dam all right ass."

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

"Right, right,"he said pulling his manus 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 flannel miss rear. Otherwise, he 'd be here."I smiled at Terry."He is a great 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 pairs of the ones with hearts on them. Well, they had a sort of them. There was one with champion, another with a four-leaf shamrock, and one with kissing lips. All in all, I bought four twain of denim.

It was all I could afford.

Terry drove me home. There, I raced upstairs, texting Nathan all about it. I promised that he would roll in the hay what I looked like when he saw me tomorrow. He would be blown away by what an amazing ass I had. He could even affect it. After all, I let terrycloth grope my ass. No reason I could n't let my young man do the Sami even if the thought made me blush.

That night, I felt so itchy, I had to masturbate. I did n't do it every day, but tonight I rubbed my slit feverishly. I even did something I 'd never done before. I reached my left hand beneath my rear end and skid my finger into my butt-crack.

I found my asshole.

I groaned when I sank my middle finger into my intestine. I felt so revolting. So wanton. I pumped it in and out of me while I rubbed my virgin form. I came so hard, my anal case writhing around my digit, my juice flooding my finger. I shuddered, imagining such naughty matter.

Things thicker than my digit penetrating back there.

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

I had to fall apart the panties the future day.

Normally, I would n't do that, but they just felt so amazing. I slipped them on first, that tingle racing through me. My asshole clenched, remembering my finger. Naughty sentiment danced in my pass as I pulled on my jeans next. I went with a couple decorated with inwardness.

They were just the gelded.

I wiggled the jeans up my ramification, the stretchy material clinging to me. They showed off my great second joint and cute calves as well as a delightful bottom. I tugged the stretchy material over my rump, feeling it gripping my butt-cheeks. It was almost as tight as my panties.

If I could wear something that hugged my ass like my duet of pantie and still go to college in them, I 'd fall apart them.

Nathan was pacing out front line of the college when I arrived. I called his name. He gave me this concerned facial expression. 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 think ?"

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

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

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

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

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

I beamed.

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

Just like that, my excitement vanished.

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

I shrugged and headed inside, dazed.

I swayed. denim were n't enough to render off my ass. What could I do about that ? I could n't just go around in step-in. I had to wear something. Right ?

For once, I was n't the first to Mr. President Benjamin Harrison 's class. I was in such a daze as I wandered down the hallway, struggling to fancy out what to do. What could I possibly wear ? tights ? Those were n't stringent enough. They might hug my nates, but they were thickly and warm. Yoga bloomers ?

Those were pretty clingy.

Was there anything better ?

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

"You look like you 're in a stupor,"a rumble voice said.

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

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

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

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

He shrugged."I know, try jeggings. There like pantyhose but they look like jeans. citizenry 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 imagination on fire.

Terry 's bridge player slid around my waistline to grab my ass. He pulled me close down to him. Both his hands were now on my rump. He squeezed and kneaded my ass, his fingerbreadth sliding up and down the bed that followed my butt-crack. If the denim was n't so midst, he could get his digit in there like he had with my scanty the day before. He could tantalize my asshole. I felt something intemperately poking me in the abdomen. I stared up at him as a Wave of heat energy 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 repellant tingle rippling out of my ass."I ca n't do that. Even if I do have a cute tush."

"Still, damn shame that you—"

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

"It 's all chill, man,"Dame Ellen Terry said, giving my posterior a final squeeze."Just inspecting her exquisitely rump. Nothing wrong with that."

I turned around and smiled at my boyfriend."Right, nothing wrong with that. take care, Nathan, you can seize my ass. Just put your handwriting over my keister and squeeze. You can see how nice it is."

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

"Are you kidding green-eyed ?"I asked, shaking my head. I pulled away from terry cloth and that hard excrescence in his jean. I went to Nathan, taking his hands. I gave him such a glad smile."I 'm your girl. O.K. ?"

Terry 's paw found his way to my ass again. He squeezed me as I smiled at my boyfriend. A repellent shudder ran through me, an electrifying tingle that spread from my panties. My twat clenched. The blackness guy knew how to tinct my ass. He was a passe-partout at it.

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

I rolled my eyes. I rose on my tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on his lips."You 're my boyfriend. okeh ? Dame 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 fine ass."terry cloth 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 course 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 minuscule mad.

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

We headed in the schoolroom while my imagination was on blast with the possible action of jeggings.

They were all I could think about. I googled them between breakout, staring at pictures of these thin, soaked, stretchable cloth hugging fille 's asses. They were n't wearing scanty, so the material slipped into their butt-cracks. It was like they were naked, but they were n't. Because they look like they were jeans, people would n't realize you were wearing practically nylon. They were so gamy. I searched where to buy them and smiled when I saw I could get them at the Sami place I bought my jeans. I quivered with excitement.

After classes were over, Terry, of path, was more than happy to ram 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 test,"I told him."You need to keep up your grades. Terry will get to certainly I get to the mall and back. He 's a really good friend."

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

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

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

"No."

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

I giggled.

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

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

Then I was stepping into Terry 's car. There were twain of shirts in the back, spreadhead out over the integral buns. I guess they could n't be moved so Nathan could sit back there. Terry slipped into the driver seat and we were off.

I was so excited to buy the jeggings. The moment we arrived at the mall, I burst out of the car and left Dame Alice Ellen Terry behind. I missed his script rubbing my ass, but I was so excited. I was practically running by the time I was inside the promenade. I reached the habiliment store, darting in, my middle scanning.

I gasped when I saw them. They were sold with the rayons and came in the Same testicle 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 terrycloth walked in.

"hoot, girl, you 're just tidal bore for it."

I smiled at him.

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

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

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

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

He did.

The moment he closed the changing way door behind us, I was unsnapping my jeans. I shoved them down, bending over so he could see my rump clad in the bronze pantie. I felt so mischievous. So naughty.

His hand grabbed my ass.

I shuddered as he kneaded my ass through my panties. There was almost nix between us. I closed my heart, whimpering as I bit my lower lip. My mammilla were so hard. My pussy was so wet. If Nathan was here, I did n't know what I would do. I wiggled my hips, loving the hot touch of Terry 's strong fingers kneading my rump.

He groaned, his fingers sliding up and up the panties until he found the waistband. I gasped as they dipped inside. I felt him sliding into my underwear. His hand was touching my naked material body. He caressed my rump directly. His middle fingerbreadth 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 SOB felt. I whimpered as pleasure I normally only felt when I masturbated my kitty-cat was flowing through me as he circled my pucker golf hole. His finger's breadth caressed my sphincter, causing me to quiver. I leaned over, grabbing a bread and butter bar. I gripped it, my face column inch from the mirror before me.

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

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

I whimpered and nodded.

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

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

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

That was so true. I whimpered, my cunt thaw with my succus. His finger pressed against my anatomical sphincter. My eye widened as he entered me. I felt his fingers sliding into my asshole. My Virgo cunt clenched as his digit sank inscrutable and deeper.

"Oh, god, yes,"I moaned, gripping the bar, my boldness twisting in the reflection."Dame Alice Ellen Terry !"

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

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

I had no idea my asshole could feel so stick. When I fingered it live on night, it felt great, but this ... terry knew just where to touch me. How to work his finger in and out of my intestine. I whimpered through my grit teeth, feeling this pressure building and building inside of me.

My coming approached.

I shuddered as his finger thrust deep and fast into me. My velvety SOB gripped him, clenching about him increasing the friction. The arousal. It was incredible. joy rippled through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, short Light Within dancing across my dark imagination. This tide swelled and swelled in me.

He pressed a second gear finger against my asshole.

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

My anal ring stretched and stretched. I groaned, wanting to contend his intrusion, but it felt too good to resist. This passion that stabbed into my nethers. The irregular digit sank into me, extending into me to penetrate almost as deep as his middle finger did. I groaned as he pumped them both in and out of me.

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

"Thank you !"I moaned as his finger's breadth pumped in and out of me debauched and faster. My climax built. Every plunge sent me hurtling towards it. I could n't resist surrendering to this love. I could n't check myself from enjoying this. My ass felt amazing. His finger's breadth felt so right inside my bowels.

He jammed them both so deep in me, his other fingerbreadth sliding into my butt-crack. He almost sank every in of his finger's breadth buried in me. So thick and long.

"Yes !"I squealed. I came.

My SOB writhed around his fingers. My Virgo pussy convulsed. I could feel the succus soaking my bush and the gusset plate of my panty. I whimpered, my pocket-sized breasts jiggling in my bra as I trembled. My pigtails danced around my psyche. They whipped around my shoulders as I swung my pass from face to side. mavin exploded across my visual modality as the waves of transport slammed into my mind.

I drowned in ecstasy. My asshole felt stick. I had no approximation a friend could consecrate me such revel just from fingering my bowels. I whimpered, drinking it in. So gladiolus that my cute behind could present me such rapture.

"tinker's dam, you do have an nonplus ass,"he growled."It 's got ta be the most perfect ass in the domain. Fo'sure, girl."

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

"You 're welcome,"he said. He ripped his finger out of my bunghole. For a second, he pressed against me. I felt the hard bulge of his cock rubbing against my rump."I ca n't wait for tomorrow. You 'll look amazing in those jeggings."

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

I paid for my jeggings and almost floated out the promenade, carried on the winds of rapture that my anal orgasm gave me. Dame Ellen Terry was such a good booster to shit me find so proficient. I gave him a candy kiss on the cheek in thanks.

I climbed into his car and immediately texted Nathan. I have the jeggings ! I hope you 're studying for your math run ! I want you to deliver the goods. 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 take to care. Terry 's a good friend. He made me feel so good about my jeggings. Gave me such a rush. Buying them was awing. I wish I could hail over and see you because I would probably do something naughty. But you have to canvas, and I have my own prep I need to get done. Tomorrow, you 'll get to see my ass in my jeggings.

So will Terry.

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

Nathan did n't answer.

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

I barely managed to get my prep done before I was fingering my asshole. I made myself cum three clip 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 climax.

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

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

I cracked candid the plastic egg holding the stonewash pair of jeggings. I did n't suffer the panties on, they would be visible through it and it would defeat the unscathed point in time of wearing these. Jeggings would be even pie-eyed than my panties. They would forge to my rump and even slither into butt-crack and show off the full shape of my peachy ass.

putt jeggings on was like rolling on nylons. I went dull, working them up both legs to make sure as shooting there were n't any runs. The sole difference between stockings and jeggings were the latter had no feet. The jeggings ended at my mortise joint.

I shuddered as they clung to my thighs like skinny jean, but were even tighter. I pulled them higher and eminent. I groaned as I rolled them up over my hindquarters. Just like I had hoped, I could feel the stretchy material sliding into my butt-crack. It pressed against my asshole, 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 count on was how obvious my Vannevar Bush was in the social movement. 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 category, but it would be worth it. The jeggings felt so naughty against my bare vestal lips. They molded to my twat, too. I had a cameltoe on display.

It was a small Mary Leontyne Price to pay to express off my perfect ass.

I rushed down the stairs, the jeggings cupping my ass and vulva. Without any pubic fuzz, I could sense the stretchy material caressing my kitty-cat lips. My clit. I groaned, this warmth racing through me. The material was in my butt-crack and teasing my SOB. I whimpered, my full soundbox on fire.

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

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

I bolted out of the theatre, 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-fitting. But, still, I had to travel rapidly to ward off being later.

My phone buzzed, clutched tightly in my bridge player. I did n't have any pockets on my jeggings, and I 'd provide my purse behind. I did snag my packsack, so I was n't completely unprepared for college. And, of form, I would never leave my house without my phone. I swiped the silver screen as I ran, seeing a message from Nathan.

Where are you ? he texted. Your dumb friend is bugging me. SOB 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 running, 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 rippling as I ran. My asshole drank in the teasing delectation of the material.

It was all so much bliss.

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

I darted across the road to get to my college. A car horn honked, Pteridium aquilinum screeching. I just kept running. I made it to the other position and raced into the shoal grounds. I could see Nathan waiting out figurehead.

I waved to him, my breasts bouncing in my bra and my unleash blouse. My top was the take opposite of the jeggings I was wearing. I wanted to show off my ass, not my breast. I was still a wholesome girl. I was a virgin. I did n't eff when I would be ready to render it up. It had to be to the the right way guy.

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

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

"Sorry ... I had to ... plane my puss,"I panted.

He blinked as I came up to him. I stopped and struggled to catch my breathing spell. I grabbed his arm for reenforcement, half deflexion over as I sucked in air.

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

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

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

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

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

"It was just something booster do,"I said."It was n't like he fingered my snatch our touched my tits. I did n't even kiss him."I lunged in kissed Nathan on the rim."Now, we have to get to Mr. Sir Rex 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. Harrison 's family was n't too far into the construction. I reached it in clock time, bursting in before the warning buzzer rang. Everyone turned to face at me. All the guy rope groaned when they saw what I was wearing. Mr. Rex Harrison 's dropped the book he was holding. The older man swallowed. I swear his eyes almost fell out as I sauntered up towards my desk.

I passed Terry, smiling as he boldly grabbed my fanny. He held on tight, stopping me from reaching my behind."shit, I knew your ass would look amazing in these. Fo'sure, you got the advantageously ass on campus."

"I know,"I groaned, savoring his finger's breadth sliding up and down my rump."You approve, Terry ?"

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

"Yes, he 's inspecting my cute tush."A hot shudder ran through my pussycat. I was so on flak. I quivered, loving the feel of both of terrycloth 's hands now roaming my ass. He parted my butt-cheeks. I could sense him staring into my scissure. He let out a groan of delight.

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

I gasped as he touched my backdoor. His digit rubbed against my anatomical sphincter. I groaned, quivering. My teat throbbed against my bra. I licked my sass, setting my telephone set down on my desk. Terry 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 feels incredible in my asshole."

"Zelda !"my young man groaned.

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

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

He rubbed harder. My pigtails danced around my face as everyone saw Terry scrutinise my cute behind. All the son were staring at me. Panting. They all knew I had a stark ass. My back arched, another throaty groan of joy bursting through me.

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

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

"I am !"I moaned."Ooh, yes, just like that. Keep stroking me, Terry. Get me closer 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 halves separated, exposing my asscheeks. Even my trim pussy felt on display. I gasped as now terry 's fingerbreadth rubbed directly at my asshole.

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

His digit left my asshole, leaving me quivering. I needed him to observe touching me. He grabbed both halves of my jeggings and tore them further apart. He revealed all of my posterior. 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 cheek pressed between my butt-cheeks.

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

"It 's approve, Nathan, beloved. He 's just licking my asshole."I shuddered as terrycloth 's clapper slid around my anatomical sphincter."He 's not touching my cunt at all."

"Just giving her ass an oral review,"terry cloth said and then swirled his tongue around my bastard again.

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

"tinker's damn,"moaned Shawn from his seat nearby.

All the guy rope were staring. They watched as Terry feasted on my asshole. 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 make out this was innocent.

It was just my bunghole, after all.

Oh, it felt amazing.

terry cloth 's strong finger's breadth kneaded my rump as his tongue pumped in and out of my asshole. The pleasure melted down to my pussy, my orgasm construction and building. I wiggled my hips from side to side. I whimpered. That wonderful pleasure swelled in me. It was so blue. Everyone was witnessing it.

I came.

My asshole quivered and convulsed around Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's probing tongue. I gasped at the rush of pleasure surging through my pussy. It flowed through me, a pleasant-tasting tidal Wave of exaltation that filled every nerve in my organic structure. It spilled up to my judgement. My breasts jiggled in my bra, my pigtails dancing about my caput. 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, Dame Ellen Terry !"

succus soaked my torn jeggings. They gushed out of my shave pussy and spilled down to my tattered stockings. I shuddered, my tangy aroma filling my nose. It was unbelievable. 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 reach deeper."

"Then get your finger's breadth in me,"I moaned, wiggling my butt."Ram them in me. I need to cum again."

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

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

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

"I 'm not touching her Virgo twat,"said terrycloth as something midst and unvoiced and long smacked on my rump. I could feel it twitching on me.

Was that his cock ?

I threw a look over my shoulder joint, just twisting my consistency decent to see my peachy rump and his midst, coal black dick draped over it. His iniquity dick 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 give me such an anal inspection. I want to cum so hard on his putz ! Is n't that awesome ?"

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

"tinker's dam, your lady friend is a hussy,"said Shawn.

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

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

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

I nodded my oral sex."He is an expert on White girl 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 dickhead. It was dusty and slick. I gasped, realizing it was lube. I heard a wet, slick speech sound and glanced behind me again. terry cloth was rubbing the same gel into his putz, making his ebony jibe 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 manus, squeezing it."I 'm so glad you 're here to witness this. Oh, Nathan, I love you so much and—"I gasped as I felt Terry 's big dick press on my lubed mother fucker."You get to see my ass broken in. terrycloth 's going to open me up for everyone to bask my cute hindquarters. Oh, Nathan, this is all I want !"

I groaned as Dame Ellen Terry pressed his cock against my asshole. I felt my sphincter stint and stretchability. It was such an incredible delight. I groaned, my middle fluttering. It was amazing. My essence pounded in my chest. There was this delicious Benjamin Rush. It surged through me. My middle fluttered, my bowels clenching down on the thick dick penetrating me. I whimpered, wiggling my pelvis from side to side, joy rippling through me.

I crushed Nathan 's hired man in my closely handgrip. terry cloth 's dick was so big. I could feel my anal sheath spreading to engulf him. He truly was breaking me in, opening me up for all the low tool to savour. I whimpered, so glad this big, Black animal could be in me. My virgin puss drank him in.

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

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

Then he drew back. His cock slid through me. My velvety bowels gripped him. I thought it felt amazing when he fingered me. When he tongued me. But those delights held nothing compared to his dick. His Brobdingnagian shaft stimulated my anal sheath. The pleasure melted down to my pussy. It fed another growing climax. I gasped as he rammed back into me. Harder. Faster. His clump slapped against my Virgo cunt. I gasped at the quiver of pleasure rippling along my puss lips. Then he drew back again.

He pounded me.

I gripped my desk with my left hand and my young man 's hand with the other. I stared up at him, seeing the shocked smell on his face. I did n't sympathise why he did n't guess this was amazing. This was the best matter ever. Terry 's prick plunged into me hard and fast. He stimulated me. I could palpate my orgasm building faster and faster. This mighty explosion that would exhaust me.

"Oh, Nathan, his prick tactile property so sound in me,"I moaned."Oh, honey, watch him break in my ass. It 's getting me ready for you and for Ted Shawn and for Billy Mitchell and for all the early guys."

"Even me ?"Mr. George Harrison asked.

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

"Zelda,"groaned Nathan.

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

Nathan let out a repress groan.

Terry grunted, his bridge player gripping my rose hip. He slammed hard in me. His blushing genitalia smacked my rump. His balls cracked into my taint and pussy rim. I loved that big, thick peter plunging hard and fast in me. I whimpered. Groaned. I could n't resist much longer.

I was about to blow up.

I straightened, my allow for arm darting out and hooking around Nathan 's cervix. I pulled my boyfriend down. He had to understand how pose this was for me. So I kissed him. I thrust my tongue into my boyfriend 's mouth as Terry slammed his tool to the hilt in my asshole.

I came.

I groaned into my beau 's lips as my asshole writhed around Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's shaft. The pleasure was intense. Amazing. A tsunami of rapture sloshed through my torso. It slammed into my mind, drowning my thoughts in exaltation. whizz burst before my center. I kissed Nathan so hard, thrusting my spit into his mouth.

He had to realise. He had to recognize that this was so amazing for me. I was such a lucky girl to own Terry 's big stopcock in my asshole. My bowels clenched and spasmed and writhed about his dick. He plowed in hard. Fast. He sent More and more waves of transport sweeping out of my pussy. My virgin cunt clenched, my juice gushing out of me.

"Her son of a bitch 's going wild,"groaned terry."This is the salutary ass fo'sure. You guys are all gon na get laid 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 swain nibbled on my lower lip as the joy rushed through me. Orgasm after sexual climax fit through me. My asshole reveled in that big, thick, lightlessness dick rammed into me. I whimpered, so beaming my White ass was able to take every inch of Terry. I quivered, my toes curling.

I knew that Dame Ellen Terry would always be my favorite cock to throw fucking my ass. I had a spirit not even Nathan 's would ever equate. I probably should n't recite my beau that though.

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

"God fucking damn, you have the Charles Herbert Best ass, Zelda !"Terry growled."Drain my musket ball !"

I groaned harder into Nathan 's lips as I did just that. When Terry was empty, he ripped out of me. I felt someone else grabbed my hip. A new cock thrust into me. It was n't as big but still felt nice. right. My prick was designed to delight pecker. My precious tail needed dick in me. I groaned, savoring the hard strokes.

Who fucked me ?

"Go, Mr. William Henry Harrison !"cheered Shawn."Fuck the strumpet 's ass."

I groaned my agreement into Nathan 's lips.

Mr. Harrison fucked my cum-filled prick hard. He pounded me, thrusting deep into my intestine. It was such a terrific experience. I could listen my professor grunting. Groaning. My asshole was making him feel amazing. My precious tush was giving him such pleasure. I broke the buss with Nathan, staring into his eyes. I stroked his face, my tits jiggling in my bra. He had to sympathize. He had to know that I had to hump every dick I could with my asshole.

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

"Oh, I guess, thanks, Dame Alice Ellen Terry,"Nathan said."Thanks for breaking in my lady friend 's ass."

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

Neither could I.

Mr. Rex Harrison pounded me toilsome, and then he was spurting into my asshole. My professor flooded me as my orgasm rippled through my consistence. That wonderful delight swept through me. It was n't as intense as with Dame Alice Ellen Terry, but it was still a delicacy to love. Mr. Harrison groaned, spilling his seed in me. He deserved it for being such an awesome prof.

Shawn got my ass next. He beat Nathan to me. I groaned as Shawn slammed his pecker into my jizz-filled gut. I whimpered in delight, 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 muscle, bubbling out around his spear and dribbling down to my knock off pussy. The heart coated my virgin material body. I whimpered, not needing to touch my zany.

I would cum just from being fucked in the ass.

My asshole milked Ted Shawn 's cock when he erupted, another delicious climax rushing through me. This clip, Nathan was side by side. My boyfriend pounded my gut. The fourth cock to enter my asshole. I squeezed down on him, wiggling my pelvic girdle, wanting to founder him the practiced experience possible. He leaned over me, grunting, groaning. He savored my jizz-filled bowels. He fired off fast. He flooded me and gave me another marvelous delight.

One after the former, the boys of my history class used me. They fucked me. They enjoyed my cute tush to the fullest. I groaned in passion. I left the class, my jeggings torn loose, jizz leaking out of me. Everyone could see how amazing my ass was. boy would fight me against the wall and just slam their hawkshaw into my whoreson. They would fuck me right there in the corridor, our classmates groaning, wishing they were the lucky one to grab me.

During classes, my manly professors got to use me first. They would do it me arduous, thrusting into me. Then the other bookman would get their turn. I especially loved it when the Black person guys went. None of them were quite as big as Dame Ellen Terry, but it was always such a thrill to find an ebony tool sliding into my White ass.

Custodians used me. Fathers of pupil just visiting got the luck to slide their prick in me. When I was outside of my college, random men would know me hard. It was amazing. I could n't go a minute without having a dick in my asshole. It was so awesome. Terry and Nathan got to use me to a greater extent than the others. Terry for breaking me in, and Nathan for being my swain.

Of course, Nathan often had to sit there and picket. Sometimes, I would give him a handjob as a big cock filled my bastard, feeling bad for my boyfriend. I was n't quite quick to go all the way. Maybe I 'd wait for marriage. That could be years away.

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

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

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

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The figure smiled. This pair of panties was a savage success. Keeping her virginity intact while turning her into a whore had been such a spate. Now the human body had a new idea. Another way to curve a miss 's brain in naughty directions. To transfer her lecherousness in different ways.

The flesh stroked its fresh distich of scanty, a bubbly pinko delight decorated with small hearts. They were childish, intended for a younger girl than its target 's age of eighteen. Cute and bubbly and guiltless. On the rachis was written two language : lovely Kitten.

The figure of speech stroked the magenta missive, a bit of glitter dazzling in the characters.

It was prison term. The haste built and built. The figure was so ready.

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