Mind-Control Panties

Story Ten : Cutie 's Hot Ass

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure was running off the high of its last mind-control outing. It still enjoyed the buzz from the last female child who wore one of its step-in. She 'd been transformed. So had been all those around the female child. The effect had rippled out, touching the lives of everyone who came near her. That was n't uncommon with one of its pairs of panties, but this effect was delicious. It had enjoyed watching the transformation.

But now it was concerned in a new transformation.

The trope moved through the near-empty halls of the college with these. The form was nondescript. Unremarkable. It clearly did n't belong in this situation of pedagogy, but no one gave it a mo glance. The mist made it mundane. Though unseen, the vaporous conjuration was there.

The same legerdemain that wreathed the panties it made.

The form smiled as it entered Mr. Harrison 's schoolroom. Its middle glanced around the room, drinking in the sight. Rows of orderly desks. notice hung on the paries talking about the professor 's topic : history. One held a flowchart showing the phylogeny of the Roman DoS, another had bullet points of the John R. Major events a globe War I. The public figure stopped at one desk. Right up front, eye of the row. The figure shuddered, knowing Zelda would sit her. She was the perfect young woman for this pair of step-in. The satin, bronze panties were made for her. The figure of speech carefully draped the step-in across the desk, stroking the silver varsity letter across the seat.

Cute Tush.

The physique smiled, tidal bore for its newest creation to be donned. Eager for the rush of mind-controlling another mortal girl who put them on.

The figure swept down the rows of desks, navigating between them on the way to the doorway. Just as it was about to reach the doorway, it opened. As usual, Zelda President Carter had arrived early for her first stratum. She was the eccentric of miss who liked to be on clock time. Proper. She wore a garden pink, cashmere sweater, long arm and high-pitched necks, and a skirt that fell past her articulatio genus, pink leggings peeking out.

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

In her nous, the figure was cipher More than a janitor. A custodian that had every right hand to be in the classroom. She stepped aside, the pattern sweeping out, soon to stimulate vanished entirely from the mortal reality.

Not that Zelda knew. Or cared.

She was eager to watch from her darling professor. History was a delightful subject to her. She loved uncovering the past tense. Learning about all the foibles that others had made. It was why, though she was twenty, she still had her virginity. She 'd take the explanation about the young woman who 'd given up their cherries Loretta Young, surrendering to the brutish lust of their boyfriends or to their own animal desires.

Those girls were invariably unsatisfied.

She wanted her first of all time to be arrant. With a boy that she knew she loved. She had a boyfriend, but she was n't sure enough 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 idea as she approached her desk, persuasion dancing to and fro as she thought about early things. She made for certain she had all her homework done, cataloging all the assignments 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 jar. She picked up the pantie, feeling a tingle running through her."Where did you get from ?"

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

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

The door to the classroom creaked open.

Gasping, panicking at being caught holding a pair of pantie, she shoved them into her wench pouch, balling them deeply. She whirled around to see Mr. Benjamin Harrison enter. He was a grandiloquent, dark-haired man with John Brown center and a goatee.

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

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

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

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Zelda Carter

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

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

I was just so curious to see what they would finger like. I always bought plain stitch, boring step-in. 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 couple of lacy underwear. Maybe even a thong.

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

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

Did I have a cute tush ?

I blushed at that thought, my header shaking. My black pigtails danced around my face. My little breasts jiggled. I snagged my plain, flannel bra and pulled it on as I struggled to get used to this new pair of panties.

They made my peel flavor so excited. Especially across my rump. Everywhere they touched me felt animated. Electrified. I licked my lips, wondering if I should ingest them off. I felt so naughty. My pink nipples were laborious, I was starting to get wet. Like when Nathan kissed me.

I decided to leave them on. I 'd already donned them, and they did palpate sort of nice, even if they made me finger like I was a little bit of a pervy young lady. My impertinence were burning as I put on the remainder of my apparel. I pulled on a regal sweater, loving the foggy smell of it on my skin. It did n't crap me feel naughty.

Not like these panties.

Then I grabbed a disastrous skirt. I stepped into it, pulling it up my wooden leg. It was a long one, I did n't need to wear leotards today with this duet. I like wearing doll. They were so graceful. It made me feel so womanly. I knew mountain of girls like wearing jeans or pants because they were comfortable, but boys wore those, too.

I wanted to be feminine.

I zipped up my bird and then frowned at my reflection in the mirror. I turned, staring at my position visibility. Did this skirt make my rump look nice ? Did I have a cute hind end ? It was hard to say. The fall of the dame did n't quite cup my rear like the panty did. I bit my lip, worrying about my hindquarters 's appearance.

Why ?

It was n't like me to be concerned about what I looked like. I mean, I put on physical composition, I combed my hairsbreadth and wore clean apparel, but I was n't worried about how my figure looked to others. But ... I bit my down in the mouth lip, thinking my posterior did n't bet cute at all in the skirt. It bothered me for some reason.

Why ?

That thought echoed through my mind. Why did I care so much ? I rubbed my hand on my chick as I headed down the stair. All my way to my college, all I could think about was how others saw me. Did they look at me and consider,"That girl does n't have a capital ass. I mean, look at what she 's wearing. If she had a cute tush, why would n't she be showing it off ? Instead, it 's like she 's trying to blot out it ?"

That thought really bugged me. It had to be just my imagination. My annulus did n't seduce my rump look unflattering. rightfulness ? I needed an opinion.

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

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

"Yeah, and ? I just wanted to ask you,"he said, his arm sliding around my waist. He gave me a quick kiss on the sassing. I could feel his paw on my down back. Why did n't they slide take down and cup my stern ? 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 black pigtails swept off my shoulders as I did."Does this skirt make my ass spirit near ?"

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 Charles Herbert Best your ass is going to seem in them. Maybe you could assume miserly annulus. Or jeans."

denim ...

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 persuasion, but I really, really wanted people to hump I had a cute butt. The silklike panties I wore tingled around my ass, gripping my butt. For a bit, I wanted to just purloin up my doll and ask what he thought of my ass cupped in that naughty satin. My side burned at the thought even as my pussy grew so hot.

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

I wanted that to be enough, but ...

I was the commencement soul to enter Mr. Harrison 's grade. I liked getting there early, eagre to learn. My boyfriend shared my chronicle class, but he always refused to go in early with me. He always broke off to go hang out with his acquaintance for a couple of minutes before classes started. Yesterday 's example on the fall of Istanbul was amazing. Today we were going to talk about how Sultan Mehmed II set up the rear of his conglomerate in the new urban center, changing Constantinople to Istanbul.

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

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

Instead, I asked Terry when grade was over. He was a tall, Black guy who sat in the back. He had his hair buzzed short and a soulfulness patch on his chin. I walked up to him, ignoring the odd flavour from Nathan.

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

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

Terry paused, his center flicking me up and down. I noticed his hunger stirring in those dark depths. His eyes brimmed with this passion that sent a wicked tingle through me. My butt-cheeks clenched as my step-in seemed to almost electrify my rump. I turned more, giving the total darkness guy a full-on look at my ass. He studied it, a smiling growing on his lips.

"wellspring, it looks all right,"he said."It 's really tough to say Thomas More, though. Your skirt does n't really emphasise your rump."

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

"Oh, definitely,"he said."There 's nothing like a E. B. White girl with a nice ass."He reached out and squeeze it, bringing a gasp from Nathan 's lips."Yeah, you got likely. I have to see it in something better to cognize fo'sure."

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

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

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

My Virgo the Virgin cunt itched. I did n't think it 'll be too long until I was ready, but I never knew. The prison term had to be perfect.

"Well, I guess,"he said.

I asked former guys about their view throughout the day. The consensus was unanimous : my bird just did not record off my tush to its broad. They kept saying tidings like"fine"or"okeh"or even"meh."I needed to do better than meh ! I knew my butt was cute. Hot. I needed to show it off. I had to buy new jeans.

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

"Well,"he said, rubbing at the back of his neck. He did n't seem enthusiastic."I guess I can come. But, I mean, you do n't have to change your feel. 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 occur with me and give his advice."

Nathan blinked."What ?"

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

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

I beamed at him.

He drove me to the mall, grinning the entire time. I kept squirming in the passenger seat, my ass tingling from the silky panties that gripped it. I was so commove about this. I knew my tush would seem telling in my new jeans.

terry would assist me find fault out the dear couple to show off my cute tush to its fullest.

I strolled into the mall with Terry, my heart beating with inflammation. We did n't go to my usual check blank space, the section store, but to one of the trendy stores. I smiled when I saw the dungaree on show on the theoretical account in the exhibit windowpane. They were so tight. They had piffling center drawn in pinko spangles on the hind end scoop.

I tingled, just knowing these would be perfect.

Of grade, I grabbed the pair with the warmheartedness, plus a few more pairs of near dungaree. I buzzed with excitement as I headed into the changing way. In there, I stripped out of my tedious skirt, pausing for a moment to look up to how my bum looked in the bronze panties. The silver medal letters were backward in the mirror, but I knew what they spelled.

I had what they said.

I grabbed the duad of jean with the philia on the back pockets, trembling in hullabaloo. I stepped my legs into the pair, shuddering as I drew the pant up. I, of form, owned some jeans, mainly for doing outdoor stuff. None were like these. My new jeans were stretchy. Not like any denim I 'd worn. I shuddered as I pulled them high-pitched and higher up my peg, feeling the cloth molding to my peel. I wiggled my hip as I pulled them over my rump. As I fastened them up, I glanced in the mirror.

They definitely showed off my ass. This was so much better than the tedious wench draping over my hind end. I smiled and threw open the doorway to the changing room. Terry grinned as I stepped out, his optic flicking up and down.

"Come on young lady, show me that dirty money. Let me see how good it looks."

I turned around, wiggling my hips.

"shucks, young woman, stop shaking. Let me drink in the sight of you."

"Sorry, I 'm just so agitate,"I said. I pulled out my telephone and started texting Nathan. Just trying on the new jeans. Waiting to receive out what Terry has to say about them.

I hit send.

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

You really went shopping with him ? Nathan sent back.

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

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

"Just my boyfriend,"I said, my entire trunk feeling alive rightfulness now. The way Terry was touching me had to mean my ass was precious."What do you cogitate ? He 's waiting to discover out."

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

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

He chuckled."Fo'sure. And you got a groovy feeling 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 other guy 's groping your ass right now, Nathan sent back.

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

"Fo'sure,"terry said. He gave my ass one concluding credit crunch. Then he pulled his helping hand away. I missed his inspection already."You good go try on those former jeans. Just to see how they fit."

I tried on the other two twosome of blue jean. Terry gave a thorough exam of each. I groaned, my pussy feeling so juicy. I bit my lip and whimpered as his digit kneaded my stern. He pushed the dungaree a slight bit into my butt-crack, trying to pass on in there, but just not being able to. heat flowed through me. My nipples ached.

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

Sweat broke across my eyebrow during the terminal inspection. I felt like Terry was taking forever to O.K. them, massaging my rear.

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

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

terry cloth followed me into the changing way. I blinked at that but did n't say anything as I unzipped my jeans. I turned away from him as I pushed the 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, miss, that 's a nice looking ass. ignominy you ca n't wear these to class."

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

I worked the denim down my peg, sliding them off. I felt Dame Ellen Terry looking at me. I groaned as his helping hand grabbed my ass. finger's breadth dipped into my butt-crack, pressing the satin fabric into my crotch. I gasped as he found my son of a bitch. He touched my anatomical sphincter, rubbing it through the satin."Damn, you really got a fine ass, fille. hoot fine ass."

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

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

"Because you 're an expert on White daughter arse. Otherwise, he 'd be here."I smiled at Terry."He is a keen boyfriend."

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

It was all I could afford.

Terry drove me home. There, I raced upstairs, texting Nathan all about it. I promised that he would make out what I looked like when he saw me tomorrow. He would be blown away by what an amazing ass I had. He could even adjoin it. After all, I let Terry grope my ass. No reason I could n't let my swain do the Lapplander even if the sentiment 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 pussy feverishly. I even did something I 'd never done before. I reached my left deal beneath my rump and slide my digits into my butt-crack.

I found my asshole.

I groaned when I sank my midriff finger's breadth into my bowels. I felt so disgustful. So piddle. I pumped it in and out of me while I rubbed my virgin bod. I came so hard, my anal case writhing around my digit, my juices flooding my fingers. I shuddered, imagining such naughty thing.

Things 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 fragrance was n't bad. A sour, earthy flavor. I popped it into my sass and sucked the sapidity of my ass all off my digit, and fell into sleep.

I had to wear the pantie the next day.

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

They were just the precious.

I wiggled the denim up my stage, the stretchable textile clinging to me. They showed off my great thighs and precious calves as well as a delicious tush. I tugged the stretchy material over my hind end, feeling it gripping my butt-cheeks. It was almost as tight as my panties.

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

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

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

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

"well, yeah, your ass looks gravid 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 croup a wring."Damn, nice ass."

I beamed.

"Shame you 're in those blue jean. Be Nice to see all the curves."

Just like that, my exhilaration 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 evidence off my ass. What could I do about that ? I could n't just go around in scanty. I had to fag out something. right ?

For once, I was n't the number one to Mr. Reginald Carey Harrison 's form. I was in such a shock as I wandered down the hallway, struggling to figure out what to do. What could I possibly wear ? tights ? Those were n't tight enough. They might hug my butt, but they were thickset and affectionate. Yoga pants ?

Those were pretty clingy.

Was there anything unspoiled ?

There were nylon stocking, but that was like wearing panty. I need something I can actually wear in public. That would usher off my arse 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 out ?

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

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

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

"Fo'sure, I did. It was a damn fine ass. perfect 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. the great unwashed sometimes can get away with wearing them in public. They 'll fit your ass like nylon stocking, but, you know, they look like denim."

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

Terry 's mitt slid around my waist to seize my ass. He pulled me close up to him. Both his hands were now on my rump. He squeezed and kneaded my ass, his fingers sliding up and down the seam that followed my butt-crack. If the blue jean was n't so thick, he could get his finger in there like he had with my scanty the day before. He could tease my asshole. I felt something strong poking me in the stomach. 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."

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

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

"Still, damn disgrace that you—"

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

"It 's all cool, man,"Terry said, giving my rump a final liquidity crisis."Just inspecting her very well behind. naught wrongfulness with that."

I turned around and smiled at my beau."Right, nothing wrong with that. Look, Nathan, you can catch my ass. Just put your handwriting over my rump and wring. You can see how Nice it is."

"I ca n't grope your ass in the eye of the hall,"Nathan muttered, cheeks red."And you should n't be letting other cat do it.

"Are you kidding jealous ?"I asked, shaking my head. I pulled away from Terry and that hard protuberance in his jeans. I went to Nathan, taking his bridge player. I gave him such a glad smile."I 'm your girlfriend. Okay ?"

Terry 's deal found his way to my ass again. He squeezed me as I smiled at my boyfriend. A wicked quiver ran through me, an electrifying tingle that spread from my step-in. My pussy clenched. The Black guy knew how to touch my ass. He was a headmaster at it.

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

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

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

I giggled.

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

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

"Something amazing,"I said, taking his arm and pressing against him."semen on, Mr. Harrison 's course of instruction is about to pop. 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 imaging was on fire with the hypothesis of jeggings.

They were all I could reckon about. I googled them between breakout, staring at pictures of these slender, plastered, stretchy material hugging girl 's asses. They were n't wearing panties, so the material slipped into their butt-cracks. It was like they were naked, but they were n't. Because they look like they were blue jean, multitude would n't realize you were wearing practically nylons. They were so spicy. I searched where to buy them and smiled when I saw I could get them at the like place I bought my dungaree. I quivered with excitement.

After classes were over, Terry, of course of study, 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 mental testing,"I told him."You need to keep up your course. Terry will score sure I get to the shopping center and back. He 's a really good friend."

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

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

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

"No."

"See, just something champion do,"Terry said."Especially when that friend 's got a OK ass."

I giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled at him.

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

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

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

I smiled and nodded."Fine, snatch that pair of jeans so I can venture to have something to try on."

He did.

The moment he closed the changing room doorway behind us, I was unsnapping my jeans. I shoved them down, bending over so he could see my tail end clad in the bronze step-in. I felt so arch. So naughty.

His manus grabbed my ass.

I shuddered as he kneaded my ass through my step-in. There was almost nothing between us. I closed my eyes, whimpering as I bit my lower lip. My nipples were so hard. My pussy was so wet. If Nathan was here, I did n't experience what I would do. I wiggled my coxa, loving the hot touch of Terry 's solid fingers kneading my rump.

He groaned, his fingerbreadth sliding up and up the step-in until he found the waistband. I gasped as they dipped inside. I felt him sliding into my underclothing. His hand was touching my naked flesh. He caressed my tail directly. His eye 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 shit felt. I whimpered as pleasure I normally only felt when I masturbated my pussy was flowing through me as he circled my pucker hole. His finger caressed my sphincter, causing me to quiver. I leaned over, grabbing a financial support bar. I gripped it, my nerve column inch from the mirror before me.

I was flushed. My pigtails swayed about my aspect, my pitch-dark hair's-breadth caressing my red cheeks.

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

I whimpered and nodded.

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

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

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

That was so true. I whimpered, my pussy melting with my juice. His fingerbreadth pressed against my sphincter. My eyes widened as he entered me. I felt his digit sliding into my asshole. My Virgo bitch clenched as his digit sank deep and deeper.

"Oh, god, yes,"I moaned, gripping the bar, my look twisting in the contemplation."terrycloth !"

"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 mother fucker. He reached deeper, wiggling around inside of me. The velvety stimulus was unbelievable. My virgin twat drank it in, my juice flowing hotter and hotter out of my depth. My lilliputian clitoris throbbed, my nipples aching. It was incredible.

I had no melodic theme my asshole could experience so pose. When I fingered it finale night, it felt corking, but this ... Terry knew just where to touch me. How to cultivate his finger in and out of my bowels. I whimpered through my grit dentition, feeling this pressure building and edifice inside of me.

My orgasm approached.

I shuddered as his finger thrust oceanic abyss and fast into me. My velvety motherfucker gripped him, clenching about him increasing the rubbing. The stimulation. It was incredible. delight rippled through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, trivial lighter dancing across my dark visual sensation. This lunar time period swelled and swelled in me.

He pressed a indorsement digit against my asshole.

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

My anal ring stretched and stretched. I groaned, wanting to fight his intrusion, but it felt too good to jib. This heating that stabbed into my nethers. The second finger 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 soused, hot, White daughter 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 amazing. His finger's breadth felt so mightily inside my bowels.

He jammed them both so bass in me, his former fingers sliding into my butt-crack. He almost sank every inch of his digits buried in me. So duncical and long.

"Yes !"I squealed. I came.

My asshole writhed around his fingers. My virtuous snatch convulsed. I could experience the juice soaking my bush and the gusset of my pantie. I whimpered, my humble boob jiggling in my bra as I trembled. My pigtails danced around my headway. They whipped around my shoulders as I swung my head from side to side. hotshot exploded across my sight as the undulation of raptus slammed into my mind.

I drowned in ecstasy. My son of a bitch felt vex. I had no musical theme a Friend could give me such delight just from fingering my gut. I whimpered, drinking it in. So glad that my cute tooshie could cave in me such rapture.

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

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

"You 're welcome,"he said. He ripped his finger out of my asshole. For a bit, he pressed against me. I felt the backbreaking bulge of his cock rubbing against my rear end."I ca n't wait for tomorrow. You 'll look perplex 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 lead of rapture that my anal sexual climax gave me. Terry was such a good friend to crap me feel so serious. I gave him a osculation on the cheek in thanks.

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

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

You do n't have to worry. terry cloth 's a well admirer. He made me feel so skilful about my jeggings. Gave me such a rush. Buying them was awful. I wish I could come over and see you because I would probably do something naughty. But you have to study, and I have my own homework I need to get done. Tomorrow, you 'll get to see my ass in my jeggings.

So will Terry.

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

Nathan did n't answer.

terrycloth dropped me off at my house, giving me a final pat on the tush. 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 times before I passed out. When I woke up, my finger was still buried in my bowels. Since I had fifteen proceedings before I had to actually get up, I gave myself another one orgasm.

I climaxed so surd, my pussy convulsing, ecstasy sweeping through me.

I loved having fingerbreadth in my dickhead. Maybe Nathan would finger my asshole at schoolhouse. I wished he 'd break off being such a stick in the mud. I did n't understand why he was so jealous of Dame Alice Ellen Terry. We were just friends.

I cracked exposed the plastic egg holding the stone-wash pair of jeggings. I did n't have the panty on, they would be seeable through it and it would shoot down the unharmed detail of wearing these. Jeggings would be even tighter than my panties. They would mold to my rump and even slip into butt-crack and record off the full shape of my peachy ass.

putting jeggings on was like rolling on rayon stocking. I went slow, working them up both stage to pee sure as shooting there were n't any footrace. The only deviation 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 jeans, but were even tighter. I pulled them higher and gamy. I groaned as I rolled them up over my rump. Just like I had hoped, I could feel the stretchy material sliding into my butt-crack. It pressed against my mother fucker, letting me know that the wax definition of my tush could be seen.

They were so tenuous I felt like I was naked.

What I did n't count on was how obvious my George H.W. Bush was in the battlefront. 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 low gear family, but it would be worth it. The jeggings felt so naughty against my bare virgin brim. They molded to my twat, too. I had a cameltoe on display.

It was a pocket-sized price to pay to show off my gross ass.

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

I needed Terry to fumble my ass. I needed my asshole played with. I wish I had sentence to fuck off, but I had to run.

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

I bolted out of the house, my feet stretching out before me. The jeggings hugged me like a second gear skin. I was practically naked as I hit the pavement and made the right towards my college. It was n't far. I lived tightlipped. But, still, I had to zip to stave off being late.

My earphone buzzed, clutched tightly in my paw. I did n't have any scoop on my jeggings, and I 'd left my purse behind. I did snag my backpack, so I was n't completely unprepared for college. And, of course of action, I would never get out my sign of the zodiac without my speech sound. I swiped the screen as I ran, seeing a substance from Nathan.

Where are you ? he texted. Your mute friend is bugging me. bunghole thinks I would let him roll in the hay where you are. He claimed he fingered your son of a bitch ? Did he ?

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

OMW

I hit send and kept running, a stitch already forming in my side. I could see my college ahead. I ran faster, my clitoris throbbing. The material caressed me. It rubbed my ass, my butt-cheeks rippling as I ran. My asshole drank in the teasing joy of the cloth.

It was all so a lot bliss.

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

I darted across the route to get to my college. A car car horn honked, brakes screeching. I just kept running. I made it to the former incline and raced into the school grounds. I could see Nathan waiting out front line.

I waved to him, my breasts bouncing in my bra and my promiscuous blouse. My top was the claim opposite of the jeggings I was wearing. I wanted to show off my ass, not my tits. I was still a wholesome missy. I was a Virgin. I did n't know when I would be fix to generate it up. It had to be to the good guy.

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

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

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

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

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

"God, stop being such a envious moron. Because my scrub would totally be on presentation. Look."I straightened and pointed at my crotch.

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

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

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

"It was just something friends do,"I said."It was n't like he fingered my twat our disturb my tits. I did n't even kiss him."I lunged in kissed Nathan on the lips."Now, we have to get to Mr. Harrison 's class. 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. Harrison 's class was n't too far into the construction. I reached it in metre, bursting in before the warning bell rang. Everyone turned to look at me. All the guys groaned when they saw what I was wearing. Mr. William Henry 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 rump. He held on tight, stopping me from reaching my seat."damn, I knew your ass would await amazing in these. Fo'sure, you got the best ass on campus."

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

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

"Yes, he 's inspecting my cute tush."A hot shudder ran through my pussy. I was so on fire. I quivered, loving the look of both of Terry 's manus now roaming my ass. He parted my butt-cheeks. I could feel him staring into my crack. He let out a moan of delight.

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

I gasped as he touched my backdoor. His digit rubbed against my sphincter. I groaned, quivering. My tit throbbed against my bra. I licked my lips, setting my phone down on my desk. Terry was sitting right behind me. I was surely that was a coincidence.

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

"Zelda !"my boyfriend groaned.

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

"Yeah, listen to your missy,"Terry said, rubbing the stretchy material of the jeggings harder into my asshole. 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 terry cloth inspect my cute stern. All the male child were staring at me. Panting. They all knew I had a consummate ass. My back arched, another throaty groan of pleasure bursting through me.

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

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

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

I heard a tear.

"shucks, that 's fragile,"I said as I felt the material of my jeggings splitting up my butt-crack. The two one-half separated, exposing my asscheeks. Even my knock off pussy felt on display. I gasped as now Terry 's digit rubbed directly at my asshole.

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

His finger left my SOB, leaving me quivering. I needed him to keep touching me. He grabbed both one-half of my jeggings and buck them encourage apart. He revealed all of my backside. 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 face pressed between my butt-cheeks.

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

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

"Just giving her ass an oral inspection,"Terry said and then swirled his clapper around my mother fucker again.

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

"Damn,"moaned Shawn from his seat nearby.

All the guys 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 tongue pressed into my anal sheath. I glanced at Nathan, his face red. I gave him a grin, letting him know this was innocent.

It was just my shit, after all.

Oh, it felt amazing.

Terry 's solid finger's breadth kneaded my bottom as his spit pumped in and out of my asshole. The delectation melted down to my puss, my orgasm edifice and building. I wiggled my hips from side to side. I whimpered. That fantastic pleasure swelled in me. It was so juicy. Everyone was witnessing it.

I came.

My asshole quivered and convulsed around Terry 's probing tongue. I gasped at the hurry of pleasure surging through my puss. It flowed through me, a toothsome tidal wave of rapture that filled every boldness in my body. It spilled up to my mind. My breasts jiggled in my bra, my pigtails dancing about my caput. It felt so amazing.

"Oh, yes, Terry !"I moaned."Yes, yes, visit my asshole ! Ooh, that feels amazing !"

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

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

Juices soaked my shoot down jeggings. They gushed out of my trim pussycat and spilled down to my tattered stockings. I shuddered, my tart odour filling my nose. 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 fingers in me,"I moaned, wiggling my rump."Ram them in me. I need to cum again."

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

I heard the pop of his dungaree fastener and the rasping of a zipper.

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

"I 'm not touching her virgin snatch,"said Terry as something thick and hard and farsighted smacked on my tush. I could sense it twitching on me.

Was that his cock ?

I threw a look over my berm, just twisting my body plenty to see my peachy rump and his thick, coal black hawkshaw draped over it. His night quill contrasted so often against my pale cutis. He was huge, twice as long as his fingers, and thicker than three of them.

"Yes, yes, scrutinise 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 intemperately on his dick ! Is n't that awesome ?"

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

"damn, your young lady is a strumpet,"said Shawn.

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

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

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

I nodded my head."He is an expert on ovalbumin girl asses. He has to do the honors."

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

I heard the pop of a cap. Then I felt something dribbling on my asshole. It was cold and slick. I gasped, realizing it was lube. I heard a wet, slick sound and glanced behind me again. Terry was rubbing the Saami 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 hired man, squeezing it."I 'm so sword lily you 're here to witness this. Oh, Nathan, I love you so much and—"I gasped as I felt Terry 's big dick pressing on my lube mother fucker."You get to see my ass broken in. Terry 's going to open me up for everyone to savour my cute arse. Oh, Nathan, this is all I want !"

I groaned as Terry pressed his cock against my dickhead. I felt my sphincter stretch and stretch. It was such an incredible delight. I groaned, my heart fluttering. It was amazing. My heart pounded in my chest. There was this delicious rush. It surged through me. My eyes fluttered, my bowels clenching down on the thick dick penetrating me. I whimpered, wiggling my pelvic girdle from side to side, delight rippling through me.

I crushed Nathan 's hand in my tight grip. Terry 's dick 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 pocket-size pecker to enjoy. I whimpered, so beaming this big, Black beast could be in me. My vestal pussy 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 dick !

"Fo'sure,"Dame Ellen Terry groaned. Then I felt the wiry osculation of his pubic hairsbreadth on my butt-cheeks. I knew he was all the way in me. I groaned, feeling him reaching so late 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 zippo compared to his dick. His huge shaft stimulated my anal retentive sheath. The pleasure melted down to my snatch. It fed another growing orgasm. I gasped as he rammed back into me. Harder. Faster. His testicle slapped against my virgin cunt. I gasped at the tingle of pleasure rippling along my pussy lips. Then he drew back again.

He pounded me.

I gripped my desk with my go forth hand and my young man 's manus with the other. I stared up at him, seeing the shocked look on his grimace. I did n't understand why he did n't believe this was amazing. This was the sound matter ever. Terry 's dick plunged into me hard and fast. He stimulated me. I could find my orgasm edifice faster and faster. This mighty blowup that would consume me.

"Oh, Nathan, his tool flavour so good in me,"I moaned."Oh, dear, watch him break in my ass. It 's getting me gear up for you and for Ted Shawn and for Mitchell and for all the other guys."

"Even me ?"Mr. Reginald Carey Harrison asked.

"Of grade !"I gasped, clutching my bowels down on terry 's thick-skulled dick.

"Zelda,"groaned Nathan.

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

Nathan let out a muffle groan.

Terry grunted, his deal gripping my pelvic girdle. He slammed hard in me. His blushing crotch smacked my rump. His testicle cracked into my taint and slit lip. I loved that big, thick hawkshaw plunging firmly and fasting in me. I whimpered. Groaned. I could n't balk much longer.

I was about to explode.

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

I came.

I groaned into my swain 's rim as my SOB writhed around terry 's hawkshaw. The pleasure was intense. Amazing. A tsunami of rapture sloshed through my eubstance. It slammed into my psyche, drowning my thoughts in ecstasy. Stars explosion before my middle. I kissed Nathan so hard, thrusting my lingua into his mouth.

He had to understand. He had to recognize that this was so astound for me. I was such a lucky female child to have terry cloth 's big turncock 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 raptus sweeping out of my pussy. My virgin twat clenched, my succus gushing out of me.

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

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

"Yeah,"groaned Mr. Harrison.

With a groan, Nathan started to kiss me back. My boyfriend nibbled on my lower lip as the pleasure rushed through me. Orgasm after orgasm burst through me. My asshole reveled in that big, thick, Black peter rammed into me. I whimpered, so gladiola my White ass was able to adopt every inch of Terry. I quivered, my toes curling.

I knew that Terry would always be my dearie dick to hold fucking my ass. I had a impression 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 son of a bitch. I came again, squealing. My bowels writhed around his hawkshaw, milking him. He grunted, staying buried in me. He let my son of a bitch writhing around his rooster, drinking in his jizz.

"God fucking damn, you have the best ass, Zelda !"terry cloth growled."drain my balls !"

I groaned harder into Nathan 's lips as I did just that. When terrycloth was empty, he ripped out of me. I felt someone else grabbed my hips. A new prick thrust into me. It was n't as big but still felt nice. right. My asshole was designed to please dicks. My cunning ass needed tool in me. I groaned, savoring the intemperate strokes.

Who fucked me ?

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

I groaned my agreement into Nathan 's lips.

Mr. Harrison fucked my cum-filled asshole hard. He pounded me, thrusting deep into my gut. It was such a wonderful experience. I could hear my prof grunting. Groaning. My asshole was making him finger amazing. My cute tush was giving him such pleasure. I broke the kiss with Nathan, staring into his eyes. I stroked his expression, my tits jiggling in my bra. He had to understand. He had to make love that I had to bonk every dick I could with my asshole.

"See !"I moaned to him."It 's not really sex, he 's just fucking my bowels. You can do it. You can love my asshole, too. You can experience what the slap-up ass in the integral world feel 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 girlfriend 's ass."

"No problem,"Terry said."gladiolus to do it. Fo'sure, that 's the sweet-scented 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. Harrison pounded me backbreaking, and then he was spurting into my bastard. My professor flooded me as my orgasm rippled through my body. That wonderful delight swept through me. It was n't as intense as with Terry, but it was still a treat to love. Mr. Harrison groaned, spilling his germ in me. He deserved it for being such an awesome professor.

Shawn got my ass succeeding. He beat Nathan to me. I groaned as Shawn slammed his dick into my jizz-filled bowels. I whimpered in delight, bending over my desk, just savoring his cock in me. I hugged my desk as Ted Shawn fucked my ass. Cum leaked out of my sphincter, bubbling out around his shaft and dribbling down to my shaved kitty. The spunk coated my Virgo figure. I whimpered, not needing to touch my cunt.

I would cum just from being fucked in the ass.

My asshole milked Ted Shawn 's tool when he erupted, another pleasant-tasting sexual climax rushing through me. This meter, Nathan was next. My boyfriend pounded my bowels. The fourth cock to go into my asshole. I squeezed down on him, wiggling my articulatio coxae, wanting to give him the best 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 wonderful delight.

One after the other, the boys of my story course used me. They fucked me. They enjoyed my cute tush to the wide-cut. I groaned in warmth. I left the grade, my jeggings torn open, jizz leaking out of me. Everyone could see how nonplus my ass was. boy would push me against the wall and just flap down their tool into my asshole. They would love me right there in the corridor, our schoolmate groaning, wishing they were the favorable one to grab me.

During classes, my manlike prof got to use me first. They would bed me grueling, thrusting into me. Then the other students would get their turn. I especially loved it when the Black guy went. None of them were quite as big as terrycloth, but it was always such a thrill to feel an pitch black gumshoe sliding into my White ass.

Custodians used me. Fathers of pupil just visiting got the chance to slide their dick in me. When I was outside of my college, random men would screw me intemperately. It was amazing. I could n't go a min without having a putz in my bunghole. It was so awesome. Terry and Nathan got to use me Thomas More than the others. Terry for breaking me in, and Nathan for being my boyfriend.

Of course, Nathan often had to sit there and watch. Sometimes, I would render him a handjob as a big pecker filled my whoreson, feeling bad for my boyfriend. I was n't quite set to go all the way. Maybe I 'd await for wedlock. That could be years away.

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

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

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

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The pattern smiled. This pair of step-in was a groundless success. Keeping her virginity intact while turning her into a cocotte had been such a hurry. Now the figure had a new idea. Another way to twist a miss 's mind in racy commission. To transmit her lust in different ways.

The chassis stroked its newest pair of panties, a bubbly pinko pleasure decorated with trivial centre. They were childish, intended for a vernal female child than its aim 's age of eighteen. Cute and bubbly and barren. On the back was written two words : adorable Kitten.

The figure stroked the Battle of Magenta letters, a bit of glitter dazzling in the characters.

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

To be continued in the side by side taradiddle of Mind-Controlling step-in ...