Mind-Control pantie

Story Ten : Cutie 's Hot Ass

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta meter reading this !

The soma was running off the high of its final stage mind-control picnic. It still enjoyed the buzz from the last girl who wore one of its panties. She 'd been transformed. So had been all those around the girl. The issue had rippled out, touching the lives of everyone who came near her. That was n't uncommon with one of its twosome of panties, but this effect was delicious. It had enjoyed watching the transformation.

But now it was interested in a new transformation.

The material body moved through the near-empty halls of the college with these. The flesh was characterless. mundane. It clearly did n't belong in this place of education, but no one gave it a second base glance. The mist made it unremarkable. Though unseen, the vaporous legerdemain was there.

The Saami magic that wreathed the panty it made.

The figure smiled as it entered Mr. President Benjamin Harrison 's classroom. Its oculus glanced around the room, imbibition in the deal. Rows of orderly desks. Posters hung on the paries talking about the professor 's subject : history. One held a flow chart showing the evolution of the Roman body politic, another had bullet points of the major outcome a macrocosm War I. The figure stopped at one desk. Right up front, nub of the row. The human body shuddered, knowing Zelda would sit her. She was the gross girl for this pair of panties. The satin, bronze step-in were made for her. The name carefully draped the panties across the desk, stroking the silver letter of the alphabet across the seat.

Cute Tush.

The figure smiled, aegir for its young institution to be donned. bore for the rush of mind-controlling another mortal girl who put them on.

The image swept down the rows of desks, navigating between them on the way to the threshold. Just as it was about to get through the door, it opened. As usual, Zelda James Earl Carter had arrived early for her first of all class. She was the character of girl who liked to be on prison term. Proper. She wore a pinko, cashmere sweater, long sleeves and mellow neck, and a chick that fell past her articulatio genus, pink leging peeking out.

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

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

Not that Zelda knew. Or cared.

She was tidal bore to check from her best-loved professor. History was a delightful field of study to her. She loved uncovering the past times. Learning about all the mannerism that others had made. It was why, though she was twenty, she still had her virginity. She 'd read the accounts about the girls who 'd given up their cherry tree young, surrendering to the brutish lust of their boyfriends or to their own carnal desires.

Those miss were invariably unsatisfied.

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

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

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

She did n't even call up the figure at all. Forgetting it, she could n't name any connection with it and how these pantie had found themselves here. The material was a satiny silk, so unlike from the cotton panties she wore. A gamy pleasure rippled through her, her butt-cheeks tingling.

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

The door to the classroom creaked open.

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

"Good first light, 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 panties in her pouch."Sorry, I 'm just so eager to learn about the fall of Constantinople today. Are we going to cover it ?"

"The decimal point in clip were cannon defeated the greatest medieval defenses ever erected,"he said."The day that curtain walls became obsolete."

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Zelda Carter

I had no thought why I was putting on these panties. I shuddered as I stepped into the satin, silklike underwear. A thrill raced up my wooden leg as I dragged them up my calves. These were the panty I found yesterday when I arrived at my history stratum. I did n't jazz why anyone would exit them behind. What little girl would do that ? I should n't get 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 feel like. I always bought plain, boring scanty. I never wore the riskier stuff, always telling myself that I was n't ready to misplace my virginity When I was, then I would buy a pair of lacy underwear. Maybe even a flip-flop.

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

I shuddered, biting my lip and whimpering. The panties felt so still against my thigh. A hot itch formed in my slit as I pulled the waistband up over my nates. I groaned at the sleek feeling of the textile. It cupped across my stern, covering every inch of my butt-cheeks. It almost hugged them, gripping them like a pair of paw. I shuddered, wiggling my rump.

Did I have a cute hindquarters ?

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

They made my skin feel so excited. Especially across my rump. Everywhere they touched me felt alive. Electrified. I licked my lips, wondering if I should take on them off. I felt so naughty. My pink nipples were hard, 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 feel kind of nice, even if they made me sense like I was a little bit of a pervy girl. My cheeks were burning as I put on the rest of my wearing apparel. I pulled on a violet sweater, loving the fuzzy feel of it on my skin. It did n't realise me feel naughty.

Not like these panties.

Then I grabbed a Shirley Temple skirt. I stepped into it, pulling it up my legs. It was a long one, I did n't need to jade tights today with this pair. I like wearing doll. They were so elegant. It made me feel so womanly. I knew rafts 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 skirt and then frowned at my reflection in the mirror. I turned, staring at my side visibility. Did this bird make my arse look squeamish ? Did I have a cute buttocks ? It was hard to say. The gloam of the doll did n't quite cup my rear like the pantie 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 hair and wore clean dress, but I was n't worried about how my figure looked to others. But ... I bit my lower lip, thinking my rump did n't depend cute at all in the annulus. It bothered me for some reason.

Why ?

That thought echoed through my mind. Why did I care so much ? I rubbed my custody on my skirt as I headed down the stairs. All my way to my college, all I could consider about was how others saw me. Did they look at me and think,"That lady friend does n't have a great ass. I mean, look at what she 's wearing. If she had a cute hind end, 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 imaginativeness. My skirt did n't take a crap my rump look unflattering. right ? 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 grandiloquent guy with blond hair's-breadth and risque 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 schooling,"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 straightaway kiss on the backtalk. I could find his hands on my depressed back. Why did n't they slide lower and cup my tush ? Did n't he think I had a precious ass ? It made me squirm.

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

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

I broke away from him and turned around, twisting my torso to stare at back at him over my articulatio humeri. My contraband pigtails swept off my shoulders as I did."Does this skirt make my ass feeling dependable ?"

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 unspoiled your ass is going to look in them. Maybe you could wear compressed skirts. Or jeans."

Jeans ...

The thought of wearing those wormed through my mind.

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

"But not cunning enough,"I muttered.

"Geez,"he groaned."I did n't mean to make you feel self-aware. You 're gorgeous, Zelda. I love you just the way you are."

It was a nice intellection, but I really, really need people to sleep together I had a cute rump. The satiny panties I wore tingled around my ass, gripping my hindquarters. For a moment, I wanted to just lift up my skirt and ask what he thought of my ass cupped in that naughty satin. My face burned at the sentiment even as my snatch 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 first mortal to enroll Mr. Harrison 's class. I liked getting there early, eager to learn. 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 duet of minutes before classes started. Yesterday 's moral on the fall of Constantinople was amazing. Today we were going to talk about how Sultan Mehmed II set up the tail of his empire in the new city, changing Istanbul to Istanbul.

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

I squirmed all through class, feeling the satin handle of the pantie hugging my backside. They itched, compelling me to ask Mr. Harrison that question.

Instead, I asked Terry when class was over. He was a tall, Black guy who sat in the back. He had his whisker buzzed short and a soul plot on his chin. I walked up to him, ignoring the singular aspect from Nathan.

"Terry ?"I asked, turning my body to demo off my position profile."Does this skirt make my ass seem cute ?"

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

Terry paused, his eye flicking me up and down. I noticed his hunger stirring in those dark depths. His heart brimmed with this passion that sent a wicked chill through me. My butt-cheeks clenched as my panties seemed to almost electrify my butt. I turned more, giving the Negroid guy a full-on facial expression at my ass. He studied it, a smile growing on his lips.

"Well, it looks delicately,"he said."It 's really hard to say more, though. Your skirt does n't really accent your rump."

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

"Oh, definitely,"he said."There 's zero like a Patrick White girl with a nice ass."He reached out and squeeze it, bringing a pant from Nathan 's lips."Yeah, you got potential drop. I have to see it in something better to know fo'sure."

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

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

"Yeah. He was just inspecting it."I said."He had to make out if I had any potential difference. Are you green-eyed ?"I grinned and took his arm. I rubbed my cheek against his berm."That 's cute. You know you have nothing to worry about. When I 'm ready, you 're going to be my first."

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

"Well, I guess,"he said.

I asked other guy rope about their public opinion throughout the day. The consensus was unanimous : my skirt just did not testify off my buns to its fullest. They kept saying words like"fine"or"o.k."or even"meh."I needed to do better than meh ! I knew my rump was cute. Hot. I needed to show it off. I had to buy new jeans.

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

"wellspring,"he said, rubbing at the back of his neck. He did n't look enthusiastic."I guess I can come. But, I mean, you do n't possess to interchange your look. You know that, right ? You 're exquisitely the way you are."

"I guess,"I said. He should be more supportive."Maybe Dame Alice Ellen Terry would care to come with me and gift his advice."

Nathan blinked."What ?"

"I 'll see you later, Nathan,"I said, planting a kiss on his cheek."terrycloth seems to be a much better judge on a White young lady '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 terrycloth, and the blackness guy was more than well-chosen to go shopping with me."Fo'sure I want to see you try on some jeans."

I beamed at him.

He drove me to the shopping centre, grinning the integral time. I kept squirming in the rider seat, my ass tingling from the silky panties that gripped it. I was so excite about this. I knew my can would look impressive in my new blue jean.

Dame Ellen Terry would help me peck out the outflank pair to show off my cute tush to its fullest.

I strolled into the mall with Dame Alice Ellen Terry, my substance beating with upheaval. We did n't go to my usual stopping place, the department store, but to one of the trendy stores. I smiled when I saw the jeans on display on the mannequin in the presentation window. They were so tight. They had little hearts drawn in garden pink diamante on the ass sack.

I tingled, just knowing these would be perfect.

Of row, I grabbed the twosome with the hearts, plus a few to a greater extent pairs of skinny jeans. I buzzed with hullabaloo as I headed into the changing room. In there, I stripped out of my wearisome dame, pausing for a moment to admire how my ass looked in the bronze pantie. The silver letter were backward in the mirror, but I knew what they spelled.

I had what they said.

I grabbed the duo of jean with the marrow on the back air hole, trembling in excitement. I stepped my legs into the duo, shuddering as I drew the pant up. I, of path, owned some jeans, mainly for doing out-of-door material. None were like these. My new denim were stretchy. Not like any denim I 'd jade. I shuddered as I pulled them higher and in high spirits up my legs, feeling the cloth molding to my tegument. I wiggled my hips as I pulled them over my derriere. As I fastened them up, I glanced in the mirror.

They definitely showed off my ass. This was so much better than the boring skirt draping over my rear. I smiled and threw unresolved the doorway to the changing room. Dame Ellen Terry grinned as I stepped out, his eyes flicking up and down.

"Come on fille, show me that booty. Let me see how near it looks."

I turned around, wiggling my hips.

"Damn, girl, block up shakiness. Let me pledge in the mess of you."

"Sorry, I 'm just so excited,"I said. I pulled out my phone and started texting Nathan. Just trying on the new dungaree. Waiting to get 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 tush, his fingers digging into the dungaree. I shuddered, the heat building in my pussy. A blue tingle rippled across my rear as his fingers massaged me.

You really went shopping with him ? Nathan sent back.

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

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

"Just my boyfriend,"I said, my entire body feeling alive right hand now. The way Terry was touching me had to mean my ass was cute."What do you think ? He 's waiting to find oneself out."

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

"Well, you are an expert on Stanford White lady friend 's asses."

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

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

You do n't have a bun in the oven me to be excited that some other guy 's groping your ass right now, Nathan sent back.

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

"Fo'sure,"Terry said. He gave my ass one final examination squeeze play. Then he pulled his deal away. I missed his review already."You better go try on those former blue jean. Just to see how they fit."

I tried on the other two pairs of denim. Terry gave a thorough interrogatory of each. I groaned, my kitty-cat flavour so juicy. I bit my lip and whimpered as his fingers kneaded my rump. He pushed the denim a little bit into my butt-crack, trying to reach in there, but just not being able to. heating flowed through me. My teat ached.

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

sudor broke across my brow during the final review. I felt like terry was taking forever to approve them, massaging my rear.

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

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

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

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

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

I worked the dungaree down my legs, sliding them off. I felt Dame Ellen Terry looking at me. I groaned as his hands grabbed my ass. Fingers dipped into my butt-crack, pressing the satin material into my crotch. I gasped as he found my arse. He touched my anatomical sphincter, rubbing it through the satin."red cent, you really got a fine ass, fille. hoot ticket ass."

"You better break off going glower,"I whimpered."You 're almost about to speculation into places not even my fellow 's touched."

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

"Because you 're an expert on white girl asses. Otherwise, he 'd be here."I smiled at Terry."He is a outstanding boyfriend."

I really, really did n't need to put back on the bird, but I had to walk out of here wearing something. I ended up buying a couplet of duet of the single with affection on them. Well, they had a variety of them. There was one with ace, another with a four-leaf shamrock, and one with kissing lips. All in all, I bought four pairs of jeans.

It was all I could afford.

Terry drove me habitation. 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 awe-inspiring ass I had. He could even touch it. After all, I let Terry grope my ass. No reason I could n't let my boyfriend do the like even if the thought made me blush.

That night, I felt so fretful, I had to masturbate. I did n't do it every day, but tonight I rubbed my kitty feverishly. I even did something I 'd never done before. I reached my left bridge player beneath my derriere and slid my finger into my butt-crack.

I found my asshole.

I groaned when I sank my middle finger into my gut. I felt so repellant. So trifle away. I pumped it in and out of me while I rubbed my virgin flesh. I came so hard, my anal case writhing around my digit, my succus flooding my fingerbreadth. I shuddered, imagining such naughty things.

Things thicker than my figure penetrating back there.

I panted after I came down from my sexual climax, feeling slumber pulling down at me. I rolled over, sniffing at my fingerbreadth. The aroma was n't bad. A sour, crude flavor. I popped it into my sass and sucked the spirit of my ass all off my dactyl, and fell into sleep.

I had to wear the panties the next day.

Normally, I would n't do that, but they just felt so perplex. I slipped them on first, that tingle racing through me. My arsehole clenched, remembering my finger. Naughty view danced in my head as I pulled on my dungaree next. I went with a distich decorated with nub.

They were just the slashed.

I wiggled the jean up my legs, the stretchy material clinging to me. They showed off my outstanding thigh and cute calves as well as a delicious bottom. I tugged the stretchy cloth over my rump, feeling it gripping my butt-cheeks. It was almost as tight as my panties.

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

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

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

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

"well, yeah, your ass looks peachy in it, that 's not the—"

I squealed again."I 'm so glad you like my ass in this."I threw my weapon around his neck opening 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 rump a squeeze."Damn, nice ass."

I beamed.

"pity you 're in those blue jean. Be dainty to see all the curves."

Just like that, my excitement vanished.

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

I shrugged and headed inside, dazed.

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

For once, I was n't the first to Mr. Harrison 's course. I was in such a daze as I wandered down the hall, 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 thick and lovesome. Yoga pants ?

Those were pretty clingy.

Was there anything better ?

There were nylons, but that was like wearing panties. I need something I can actually put on in populace. That would show off my rump perfectly. Nathan was arguing in the backcloth, 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 haze,"a rumbling vox said.

I blinked and looked up to see Terry. The dim 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 infernal fine ass. Perfect. You really want 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. People sometimes can get away with wearing them in public. They 'll fit your ass like nylon, but, you know, they look like denim."

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

Terry 's deal slid around my waist to grab my ass. He pulled me close up to him. Both his workforce were now on my rear end. He squeezed and kneaded my ass, his fingers sliding up and down the wrinkle that followed my butt-crack. If the denim was n't so compact, he could get his fingerbreadth in there like he had with my panty the day before. He could tease my prick. I felt something severely poking me in the stomach. I stared up at him as a wave of heat washed out of my pussy.

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

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

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

"Still, maledict disgrace that you—"

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

"It 's all chill, man,"Terry said, giving my fanny a final credit crunch."Just inspecting her hunky-dory rump. Nothing wrong with that."

I turned around and smiled at my young man."right wing, cypher wrong with that. bet, Nathan, you can snaffle my ass. Just put your manus over my rump and squeeze. 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 guys do it.

"Are you kidding jealous ?"I asked, shaking my oral sex. I pulled away from Dame Ellen Terry and that hard bulge in his jeans. I went to Nathan, taking his bridge player. I gave him such a happy smile."I 'm your girlfriend. OK ?"

Terry 's script found his way to my ass again. He squeezed me as I smiled at my boyfriend. A wicked shudder ran through me, an electrifying tingle that spread from my panties. My kitty clenched. The Negroid guy knew how to touch my ass. He was a master at it.

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

I rolled my center. I rose on my tiptoes and planted a warm 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 girl 's got such a exquisitely ass."Terry pulled his hand away and then he smacked my rump.

I giggled.

Terry sauntered into the schoolroom."I want to go buy some jeggings after classes are finished, and then you 'll see just how bewilder my ass really is."

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

"Something get,"I said, taking his arm and pressing against him."Come on, Mr. Harrison 's category is about to pop out. He 's going to be talking about how the footstool used the Mamluk slaves to administrate their empire. Is n't that weird ? Slaves."

We headed in the classroom while my resourcefulness was on flaming with the theory of jeggings.

They were all I could imagine about. I googled them between recess, staring at photo of these melt off, tight, stretchable material hugging missy 's backside. They were n't wearing panties, so the cloth slipped into their butt-cracks. It was like they were naked, but they were n't. Because they look like they were jeans, mass would n't realize you were wearing practically nylon. They were so naughty. I searched where to buy them and smiled when I saw I could get them at the Sami property I bought my jean. I quivered with excitement.

After classes were over, terry cloth, of trend, 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 young man was trailing after us, looking so desultory for some reason.

"You need to study for your math test,"I told him."You need to keep up your ground level. Dame Alice Ellen Terry will make sure as shooting I get to the shopping center and back. He 's a really dear friend."

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

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

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

"No."

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

I giggled.

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

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

Then I was stepping into terrycloth 's car. There were couple of shirts in the binding, feast out over the entire tooshie. I guess they could n't be moved so Nathan could sit back there. terry cloth slipped into the number one wood seat and we were off.

I was so excited to buy the jeggings. The bit we arrived at the center, I burst out of the car and left terrycloth behind. I missed his hand rubbing my ass, but I was so excited. I was practically running by the time I was inside the shopping centre. I reached the clothing store, darting in, my eyes scanning.

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

"red cent, young woman, you 're just eager for it."

I smiled at him.

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

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

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

I smiled and nodded."mulct, grab that pair of jeans so I can make to give birth something to try on."

He did.

The present moment he closed the changing elbow room door behind us, I was unsnapping my blue jean. I shoved them down, bending over so he could see my tush clad in the bronze step-in. I felt so repellent. So naughty.

His hand grabbed my ass.

I shuddered as he kneaded my ass through my panty. There was almost zilch between us. I closed my oculus, 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 know what I would do. I wiggled my hips, loving the hot pinch of Terry 's warm 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 underclothing. His hand was touching my bare flesh. He caressed my rump directly. His middle finger slid into my butt-crack. I whimpered, my heart thundering so fast as he went lour and lower.

He found my sphincter.

I groaned, shuddering at how tender my dickhead felt. I whimpered as pleasure I normally only felt when I masturbated my pussy was flowing through me as he circled my puckered hole. His finger caressed my sphincter muscle, causing me to flitter. I leaned over, grabbing a musical accompaniment bar. I gripped it, my aspect inches from the mirror before me.

I was flushed. My pigtails swayed about my face, my Negro haircloth caressing my red cheeks.

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

I whimpered and nodded.

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

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

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

That was so true. I whimpered, my pussy melt with my succus. His finger pressed against my anatomical sphincter. My middle widened as he entered me. I felt his fingers sliding into my dickhead. My virgin slit clenched as his finger sank rich and deeper.

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

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

I nodded, whimpering. His finger's breadth plunged in and out of my asshole. He reached deeper, wiggling around inside of me. The velvety stimulation was incredible. My virgin pussy drank it in, my juices flowing hotter and hotter out of my astuteness. My piddling clit throbbed, my mamilla aching. It was incredible.

I had no idea my son of a bitch could experience so amazing. When I fingered it last night, it felt expectant, but this ... Dame Ellen Terry knew just where to touch me. How to make for his digit in and out of my bowels. I whimpered through my grit teeth, feeling this pressure sensation building and construction inside of me.

My coming approached.

I shuddered as his finger thrust oceanic abyss and fast into me. My velvety prick gripped him, clenching about him increasing the friction. The stimulation. It was unbelievable. pleasure rippled through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, little visible radiation dancing across my dark imagination. This tide swelled and swelled in me.

He pressed a second gear digit against my asshole.

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

My anal anchor ring stretched and stretched. I groaned, wanting to contend his trespass, but it felt too good to withstand. This heat that stabbed into my nethers. The second finger sank into me, extending into me to penetrate almost as deeply as his center finger did. I groaned as he pumped them both in and out of me.

"You are miserly,"he said."Mmm, I love a sloshed, hot, White fille ass. And you got a beautiful one, Zelda. Fo'sure."

"Thank you !"I moaned as his fingers pumped in and out of me libertine and faster. My orgasm built. Every plunge sent me hurtling towards it. I could n't protest surrendering to this mania. I could n't barricade myself from enjoying this. My ass felt amazing. His digit felt so right inside my bowels.

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

"Yes !"I squealed. I came.

My asshole writhed around his fingers. My virgin pussycat convulsed. I could sense the juices soaking my George W. Bush and the gusset of my panties. I whimpered, my small boob jiggling in my bra as I trembled. My pigtails danced around my head. They whipped around my articulatio humeri as I swung my point from side to side. headliner exploded across my vision as the waves of ecstasy slammed into my mind.

I drowned in ecstasy. My asshole felt puzzle. I had no idea a friend could dedicate me such enchant just from fingering my bowel. I whimpered, drinking it in. So sword lily that my cute tush could give me such rapture.

"Damn, you do cause an amazing ass,"he growled."It 's got ta be the most thoroughgoing ass in the world. Fo'sure, girl."

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

"You 're welcome,"he said. He ripped his fingers out of my arse. For a moment, he pressed against me. I felt the hard bulge of his turncock rubbing against my croup."I ca n't await 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 mall, carried on the idle words of rapture that my anal orgasm gave me. terrycloth was such a good friend to make me feel so good. I gave him a kiss on the cheek in thanks.

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

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

You do n't take in to concern. Terry 's a good Quaker. He made me finger so good about my jeggings. apply me such a rush. Buying them was awesome. I wish I could come over and see you because I would probably do something naughty. But you have to meditate, 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 sign, giving me a final pat on the keister. I smiled at him and then headed inside.

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

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

I loved having fingerbreadth in my asshole. Maybe Nathan would finger my motherfucker at school. I wished he 'd block off being such a stick in the mud. I did n't interpret why he was so green-eyed of Terry. We were just friends.

I cracked open the plastic egg holding the stonewash couplet of jeggings. I did n't have the panties on, they would be visible through it and it would defeat the whole point of wearing these. Jeggings would be even tighter than my panty. They would mold to my tush and even slide into butt-crack and evidence off the wide-cut form of my peachy ass.

putting jeggings on was like rolling on rayon stocking. I went slow, working them up both branch to make sure there were n't any runs. The only deviation between stockings and jeggings were the latter had no feet. The jeggings ended at my ankle.

I shuddered as they clung to my second joint like skinny jeans, but were even tighter. I pulled them higher and high-pitched. I groaned as I rolled them up over my rump. Just like I had hoped, I could feel the stretchy textile sliding into my butt-crack. It pressed against my dickhead, letting me know that the full definition of my rump could be seen.

They were so thin I felt like I was naked.

What I did n't count on was how obvious my bush was in the front. I had to act fast. I had never shaved my pussy, but I quickly got that done. I was going to be late for my beginning 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 small price to pay to testify off my utter ass.

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

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

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

I bolted out of the house, my fundament 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 closely. But, still, I had to hurry to invalidate being late.

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

Where are you ? he texted. Your dumb supporter is bugging me. arse thinks I would let him experience where you are. He claimed he fingered your asshole ? Did he ?

I could n't answer that right now. I was running. well I could do was hit three letters.

OMW

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

It was all so a good deal bliss.

I was on fire. I could palpate my juice soaking my jeggings. They absorbed my ointment like a sponge, spreading the wetness across my privates, down my thighs, and around to the merchantman slopes of my butt-cheek. My pigtails bounced around my shoulders.

I darted across the road to get to my college. A car saddle horn honked, brake system screeching. I just kept running. I made it to the other side and raced into the school basis. I could see Nathan waiting out front.

I waved to him, my breasts bouncing in my bra and my loose blouse. My top was the exact antonym of the jeggings I was wearing. I wanted to exhibit off my ass, not my knocker. I was still a wholesome female child. I was a Virgo the Virgin. I did n't know when I would be ready to give it up. It had to be to the right guy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It was just something friends do,"I said."It was n't like he fingered my pussy our stirred my tits. I did n't even snog him."I lunged in kissed Nathan on the backtalk."Now, we have to get to Mr. Sir Rex Harrison 's stratum. It 's about to start."

I darted into the college building, leaving Nathan spluttering behind me. I heard his footsteps following after a moment.

Mr. President Harrison 's family was n't too far into the edifice. I reached it in metre, bursting in before the warning ship's bell rang. Everyone turned to look at me. All the Guy groaned when they saw what I was wearing. Mr. President William Henry Harrison 's dropped the Holy Writ he was holding. The older man swallowed. I swear his center almost fell out as I sauntered up towards my desk.

I passed Dame Ellen Terry, smiling as he boldly grabbed my rump. He held on tight, stopping me from reaching my rear end."shit, I knew your ass would count amazing in these. Fo'sure, you got the well ass on campus."

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

"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 feel of both of terry 's hands now roaming my ass. He parted my butt-cheeks. I could feel him staring into my crack. He let out a groan of delight.

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

I gasped as he touched my backdoor. His finger's breadth rubbed against my sphincter. I groaned, quivering. My mamilla throbbed against my bra. I licked my sassing, setting my phone down on my desk. Terry was sitting right behind me. I was certainly that was a coincidence.

"Oh, yes, terry,"I moaned."Mmm, I need this. Oh, God, I need this so bad. Your finger's breadth feels incredible in my asshole."

"Zelda !"my young man groaned.

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

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

He rubbed harder. My pigtails danced around my face as everyone saw Terry inspect my cute tush. All the boy were staring at me. Panting. They all knew I had a perfect 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. hold back stroking me, Dame Ellen Terry. Get me closer and closer to—"

I heard a tear.

"Damn, that 's fragile,"I said as I felt the material of my jeggings splitting up my butt-crack. The two half separated, exposing my asscheeks. Even my shaved slit felt on display. I gasped as now terrycloth 's fingers rubbed directly at my asshole.

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

His finger left my asshole, leaving me quivering. I needed him to keep touching me. He grabbed both halves of my jeggings and bust them further apart. He revealed all of my rump. The jeggings split all the way up to the cincture. I groaned, bent over, everything on display.

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

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

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

"Just giving her ass an viva voce inspection,"Dame Ellen Terry said and then swirled his tongue around my cocksucker again.

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

"damn,"moaned Shawn from his seat nearby.

All the guys were staring. They watched as Terry feasted on my bunghole. His tongue swirled around it. Then he pressed against it. I groaned as he penetrated my bowels. I whimpered as that natural language pressed into my anal sheath. I glanced at Nathan, his face red. I gave him a grin, letting him bang this was innocuous.

It was just my asshole, after all.

Oh, it felt amazing.

terrycloth 's strong fingers kneaded my rump as his tongue pumped in and out of my asshole. The delight melted down to my slit, my orgasm building and building. I wiggled my articulatio coxae from side to side. I whimpered. That wonderful 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 boot of pleasure surging through my pussycat. It flowed through me, a delightful tidal Wave of rapture that filled every nerve in my body. It spilled up to my psyche. My breasts jiggled in my bra, my pigtails dancing about my head. It felt so amazing.

"Oh, yes, Dame Alice Ellen Terry !"I moaned."Yes, yes, inspect my asshole ! Ooh, that feels amazing !"

"the Nazarene, did you just cum ?"Nathan groaned.

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

juice soaked my lacerated jeggings. They gushed out of my shaved snatch and spilled down to my tattered stockings. I shuddered, my tart smell filling my olfactory organ. It was incredible. I love cumming from anal retentive stimulation.

"Oh, terrycloth, thank you for inspecting me,"I moaned.

"We ai n't done yet,"he said."Fo'sure. I just need to pass on 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 denim fastener and the wood file of a zipper.

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

"I 'm not touching her Virgo the Virgin fathead,"said Terry as something midst and knockout and long smacked on my rump. I could find it twitching on me.

Was that his shaft ?

I threw a flavour over my shoulder, just twisting my dead body enough to see my swell buns and his thick, ebony dick draped over it. His shadow calamus contrasted so much against my picket skin. He was immense, twice as long as his finger's breadth, and thicker than three of them.

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

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

"tinker's dam, your young lady is a slattern,"said Shawn.

"You think I can visit your ass once Terry is done ?"asked Mitchell.

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

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

I nodded my header."He is an expert on tweed girl shag. He has to do the honors."

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

I heard the pop of a cap. Then I felt something dribbling on my bunghole. It was frigid and slick. I gasped, realizing it was lubricate. I heard a wet, slick sound and glanced behind me again. Terry was rubbing the same gel into his pecker, making his ebony peter 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 hand, squeezing it."I 'm so glad you 're here to see this. Oh, Nathan, I love you so a lot and—"I gasped as I felt Terry 's big dick press on my lubed asshole."You get to see my ass broken in. Terry 's going to open me up for everyone to enjoy my cute tush. Oh, Nathan, this is all I want !"

I groaned as terry cloth pressed his cock against my asshole. I felt my sphincter stretch and stretchiness. It was such an incredible delight. I groaned, my optic fluttering. It was amazing. My sum pounded in my chest. There was this delightful rush. It surged through me. My eyes fluttered, my bowels clenching down on the thick putz penetrating me. I whimpered, wiggling my hips from position to side, pleasance rippling through me.

I crushed Nathan 's hand in my tight grip. Terry 's prick was so big. I could feel my anal sheath spreading to absorb him. He truly was breaking me in, opening me up for all the smaller dicks to enjoy. I whimpered, so glad this big, inkiness beast could be in me. My virgin cunt drank him in.

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

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

Then he drew back. His putz slid through me. My velvety bowels gripped him. I thought it felt amazing when he fingered me. When he tongued me. But those delectation held nothing compared to his dick. His vast cock stimulated my anal sheath. The pleasance melted down to my pussy. It fed another growing coming. I gasped as he rammed back into me. Harder. Faster. His nut slapped against my virgin slit. I gasped at the quiver of pleasure rippling along my pussycat lips. Then he drew back again.

He pounded me.

I gripped my desk with my odd helping hand and my beau 's hand with the former. I stared up at him, seeing the traumatize look on his nerve. I did n't understand why he did n't think this was amazing. This was the advantageously thing ever. terry cloth 's dick plunged into me hard and fast. He stimulated me. I could feel my orgasm construction faster and faster. This mighty explosion that would exhaust me.

"Oh, Nathan, his dick feels so dear in me,"I moaned."Oh, love, watch him collapse in my ass. It 's getting me fix for you and for Shawn and for Mitchell and for all the other guys."

"Even me ?"Mr. Harrison asked.

"Of course of action !"I gasped, clutching my bowels down on Dame Ellen Terry 's buddy-buddy dick.

"Zelda,"groaned Nathan.

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

Nathan let out a strangled groan.

Terry grunted, his hands gripping my hips. He slammed hard in me. His blushing crotch smacked my rump. His balls cracked into my taint and pussy lips. I loved that big, chummy hawkshaw plunging hard and fast in me. I whimpered. Groaned. I could n't resist much longer.

I was about to explode.

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

I came.

I groaned into my boyfriend 's backtalk as my asshole writhed around Terry 's dick. The pleasure was vivid. Amazing. A tsunami of rapture sloshed through my body. It slammed into my mind, drowning my thinking in exaltation. Stars burst before my eye. I kissed Nathan so hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.

He had to sympathise. He had to distinguish that this was so stick for me. I was such a lucky miss to have Terry 's big cock in my asshole. My bowels clenched and spasmed and writhed about his tool. He plowed in hard. fast. He sent more and more waves of rapture sweeping out of my pussy. My virgin bitch clenched, my juice gushing out of me.

"Her dickhead 's going barbaric,"groaned Terry."This is the dependable ass fo'sure. You guys are all gon na love fucking her."

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

"Yeah,"groaned Mr. Harrison.

With a groan, Nathan started to kiss me back. My fellow nibbled on my lower lip as the pleasure rushed through me. Orgasm after coming volley through me. My SOB reveled in that big, deep, Black dick rammed into me. I whimpered, so gladiola my White ass was able to take every inch of Terry. I quivered, my toes curling.

I knew that Terry would always be my favorite dick to have fucking my ass. I had a feeling not even Nathan 's would ever equate. I probably should n't separate my swain that though.

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

"God fucking damn, you have the salutary ass, Zelda !"Terry growled."drainpipe my balls !"

I groaned harder into Nathan 's backtalk as I did just that. When Terry was evacuate, he ripped out of me. I felt someone else grabbed my hips. A new cock thrust into me. It was n't as big but still felt gracious. right. My shit was designed to please shaft. My cute rear needed cocks in me. I groaned, savoring the grueling strokes.

Who fucked me ?

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

I groaned my concord into Nathan 's lips.

Mr. Reginald Carey Harrison fucked my cum-filled mother fucker hard. He pounded me, thrusting deep into my bowel. It was such a wonderful experience. I could learn my professor grunting. Groaning. My asshole was making him sense amazing. My precious tush was giving him such joy. I broke the buss with Nathan, staring into his eyes. I stroked his font, my nipple jiggling in my bra. He had to understand. He had to cognize that I had to jazz 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 bastard, too. You can feel what the greatest ass in the entire world feels like wrapped around your rooster. Terry broke me in. You should thank him."

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

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

Neither could I.

Mr. Harrison pounded me hard, and then he was spurting into my prick. My professor flooded me as my sexual climax rippled through my dead body. That wonderful delight swept through me. It was n't as intense as with terrycloth, but it was still a treat to enjoy. Mr. President Benjamin Harrison groaned, spilling his seed in me. He deserved it for being such an awesome professor.

Shawn got my ass next. He beat Nathan to me. I groaned as Shawn slammed his dick into my jizz-filled bowels. I whimpered in delight, bending over my desk, just savoring his dick in me. I hugged my desk as Ted Shawn fucked my ass. Cum leaked out of my sphincter, bubbling out around his cock and dribbling down to my shaved slit. The spunk coated my virgin human body. I whimpered, not needing to tinct my fathead.

I would cum just from being fucked in the ass.

My whoreson milked Shawn 's dick when he erupted, another Delicious culmination rushing through me. This fourth dimension, Nathan was next. My young man pounded my bowels. The fourth shaft to enter my asshole. I squeezed down on him, wiggling my hips, wanting to gift him the best experience potential. He leaned over me, grunting, groaning. He savored my jizz-filled intestine. He fired off fast. He flooded me and gave me another rattling delight.

One after the other, the boys of my history stratum used me. They fucked me. They enjoyed my precious seat to the fullest. I groaned in heat. I left the category, my jeggings torn out-of-doors, jizz leaking out of me. Everyone could see how astonishing my ass was. boy would push me against the wall and just bang their peter into my bastard. They would fuck me right there in the corridor, our classmates groaning, wishing they were the lucky one to snaffle me.

During classes, my manful prof got to use me first. They would eff me hard, thrusting into me. Then the other students would get their turn. I especially loved it when the Black person guy wire went. None of them were quite as big as Dame Alice Ellen Terry, but it was always such a thrill to feel an ebony dick sliding into my Edward D. White ass.

Custodians used me. Fatherhood of student just visiting got the hazard to slide their hawkshaw in me. When I was outside of my college, random men would fuck me operose. It was amazing. I could n't go a mo without having a hawkshaw in my asshole. It was so awesome. terry and Nathan got to use me more than the others. terry cloth for breaking me in, and Nathan for being my swain.

Of trend, Nathan often had to sit there and watch. Sometimes, I would throw him a handjob as a big prick filled my prick, feeling bad for my boyfriend. I was n't quite prepare to go all the way. Maybe I 'd waitress for union. That could be eld away.

I had all the dicks I needed fucking my son of a bitch. I could harbor off on having sex.

I was gladiolus I had such a supportive fellow who understood how precious my virginity was. I loved him so much. I especially like going over to dinner at his house. His daddy 's shaft was freehanded. It was such a delight to get fucked up the ass over the dinner mesa while his mother and sister talked to Nathan about his day. I would cum so hard.

I had the cutest buns in the mankind. It was my job to let every man make love my ass.

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The pattern smiled. This pair of panties was a wild succeeder. Keeping her virginity inviolate while turning her into a cocotte had been such a rush. Now the figure had a new idea. Another way to twist a young woman 's mind in naughty directions. To carry her lust in unlike ways.

The chassis stroked its newest pair of panties, a bubbly pink delight decorated with minuscule hearts. They were childish, intended for a youthful missy than its target 's age of 18. Cute and bubbly and sinless. On the back was written two words : adorable Kitten.

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

It was metre. The rush built and built. The pattern was so ready.

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