Mind-Control pantie

Story Ten : Cutie 's Hot Ass

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta version this !

The figure was running off the high of its last mind-control pleasure trip. It still enjoyed the buzz from the live young lady who wore one of its panties. She 'd been transformed. So had been all those around the girl. The effect had rippled out, touching the animation of everyone who came near her. That was n't uncommon with one of its dyad of pantie, but this event was delicious. It had enjoyed watching the transformation.

But now it was interested in a new transmutation.

The figure moved through the near-empty halls of the college with these. The figure was nondescript. Unremarkable. It clearly did n't belong in this lieu of education, but no one gave it a mo glance. The mist made it quotidian. Though spiritual domain, the diaphanous trick was there.

The same magic that wreathed the pantie it made.

The figure smiled as it entered Mr. Benjamin Harrison 's classroom. Its center glanced around the room, drinking in the sight. run-in of orderly desks. Posters hung on the wall talking about the prof 's subject : account. One held a flowchart showing the development of the Roman State Department, another had bullet tip of the major events a humanity War I. The material body stopped at one desk. right hand up front, marrow of the row. The physique shuddered, knowing Zelda would sit her. She was the consummate missy for this pair of pantie. The satin, tan panty were made for her. The figure carefully draped the panties across the desk, stroking the silver missive across the seat.

Cute Tush.

The figure smiled, eager for its newest macrocosm to be donned. Eager for the hurry 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 door. Just as it was about to reach the room access, it opened. As usual, Zelda Carter had arrived early for her number one class. She was the type of girl who liked to be on time. Proper. She wore a pink, cashmere sweater, long sleeves and highschool necks, and a skirt that fell past her knees, pink leggings peeking out.

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

In her intellect, the figure was nothing more than a janitor. A keeper that had every right to be in the schoolroom. She stepped aside, the fig sweeping out, soon to accept vanished entirely from the deathly Earth.

Not that Zelda knew. Or cared.

She was eager to take from her favorite professor. account was a delightful subject to her. She loved uncovering the yesteryear. Learning about all the foibles that others had made. It was why, though she was twenty, she still had her virginity. She 'd interpret the accounts about the girl who 'd given up their cherries young, surrendering to the bestial lust of their boyfriends or to their own fleshly desires.

Those little girl were invariably unsatisfied.

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

These ideas all skittered through her intellect as she approached her desk, thoughts dancing to and fro as she thought about other things. She made sure she had all her prep 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 shock. She picked up the panty, feeling a prickling running through her."Where did you come from ?"

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

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

The threshold to the classroom creaked open.

Gasping, panicking at being caught holding a yoke of panties, she shoved them into her skirt pouch, balling them deep. She whirled around to see Mr. President William Henry Harrison enter. He was a tall, brown-haired man with brown eyes and a goatee.

"commodity morning, Zelda,"he said, giving her a smile."You make me calculate bad. I should get here before you."

She just smiled at him, already forgetting about the scanty in her scoop."Sorry, I 'm just so eager to learn about the fall of Third Council of Constantinople today. Are we going to shroud it ?"

"The period in time were cannons 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 idea why I was putting on these panty. I shuddered as I stepped into the satin, silky underclothes. A tingling raced up my legs as I dragged them up my calves. These were the panties I found yesterday when I arrived at my history socio-economic class. I did n't experience why anyone would leave them behind. What miss would do that ? I should n't birth put them in my air pocket.

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

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

Until I was quick to show what I was wearing underneath my chick to my young man, what was the gunpoint of wearing anything else ?

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

Did I have a cute tush ?

I blushed at that thinking, my fountainhead shaking. My fatal pigtails danced around my face. My picayune boob jiggled. I snagged my knit stitch, white bra and pulled it on as I struggled to get used to this new pair of panties.

They made my skin feel so frantic. Especially across my rump. Everywhere they touched me felt animated. Electrified. I licked my lips, wondering if I should study them off. I felt so naughty. My pinko nipples were heavy, I was starting to get wet. Like when Nathan kissed me.

I decided to leave them on. I 'd already don them, and they did feel kind of nice, even if they made me feel like I was a minuscule bit of a pervy girlfriend. My cheek were burning as I put on the residual of my clothes. I pulled on a purple jumper, loving the blurred feel of it on my skin. It did n't make me feel naughty.

Not like these panties.

Then I grabbed a Shirley Temple Black skirt. I stepped into it, pulling it up my ramification. It was a tenacious one, I did n't need to tire out leotards today with this pair. I like wearing skirts. They were so elegant. It made me feel so womanly. I knew rafts of girls like wearing jeans or trouser because they were easy, but boys wore those, too.

I wanted to be feminine.

I zipped up my chick and then frowned at my musing in the mirror. I turned, staring at my face profile. Did this skirt make my prat expression decent ? Did I have a cute tush ? It was hard to say. The declension of the wench did n't quite cup my derriere like the panties did. I bit my lip, worrying about my buttocks '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 plum clothes, but I was n't worried about how my figure looked to others. But ... I bit my lower lip, thinking my tail end did n't calculate precious at all in the skirt. It bothered me for some reason.

Why ?

That thought echoed through my judgment. Why did I like so much ? I rubbed my hands on my doll as I headed down the stairs. All my way to my college, all I could think about was how others saw me. Did they look at me and call up,"That girl does n't have a great ass. I mean, look at what she 's wearing. If she had a cunning tush, why would n't she be showing it off ? Instead, it 's like she 's trying to obscure it ?"

That thought really bugged me. It had to be just my imagination. My skirt did n't pee my tooshie look unflattering. Right ? I needed an opinion.

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

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

"Yeah, and ? I just wanted to ask you,"he said, his arm sliding around my waist. He gave me a spry kiss on the lips. I could feel his manus on my lower back. Why did n't they slither humbled and cup my tush ? Did n't he opine I had a precious ass ? It made me squirm.

"Nathan ... ?"I said, my articulation 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 berm as I did."Does this skirt make my ass look good ?"

He stared at them and frowned."Well, yeah, I guess it 's ok,"he said."I mean, you 're always wearing skirts. And that 's the upright your ass is going to seem in them. Maybe you could wear taut 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-conscious. You 're gorgeous, Zelda. I love you just the way you are."

It was a skillful cerebration, but I really, really wanted people to know I had a cunning arse. The satiny panty I wore tingled around my ass, gripping my butt. For a moment, I wanted to just go up up my wench and ask what he thought of my ass cupped in that naughty satin. My case burned at the thought even as my pussy grew so hot.

"So you do n't call for to do anything dissimilar,"he said."I like you just the way you are."

I wanted that to be enough, but ...

I was the first of all person to inscribe Mr. Harrison 's class. I liked getting there early, aegir to learn. My fellow shared my history category, but he always refused to go in early with me. He always broke off to go hang out with his Friend for a couple of minutes before classes started. Yesterday 's lesson on the fall of Fourth Council of Constantinople was amazing. Today we were going to talk about how Sultan Mehmed II set up the seat of his empire in the new urban center, changing Constantinople to Istanbul.

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

I squirmed all through form, feeling the satin grip of the pantie hugging my bum. They itched, compelling me to ask Mr. President Benjamin Harrison that question.

Instead, I asked Terry when class was over. He was a tall, Black guy who sat in the backbone. He had his hair's-breadth buzzed abruptly and a someone temporary hookup on his chin. I walked up to him, ignoring the queer smell from Nathan.

"Terry ?"I asked, turning my soundbox to record off my side of meat profile."Does this skirt make my ass look cunning ?"

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

Terry paused, his centre flicking me up and down. I noticed his thirst stirring in those dark depth. His eyes brimmed with this passion that sent a mischievous prickling through me. My butt-cheeks clenched as my panties seemed to almost wire my rump. I turned more, giving the pitch blackness guy a full-on look at my ass. He studied it, a smile growing on his lips.

"wellspring, it looks o.k.,"he said."It 's really hard to say more, though. Your chick does n't really emphasize your rump."

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

"Oh, definitely,"he said."There 's nil like a Caucasian lady friend with a overnice ass."He reached out and squeeze it, bringing a gasp from Nathan 's backtalk."Yeah, you got potential. 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 boyfriend."Terry thinks I should wear something better. Maybe I should buy some blue jean after course of instruction are over ?"

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

"Yeah. He was just inspecting it."I said."He had to roll in the hay if I had any potentiality. Are you jealous ?"I grinned and took his arm. I rubbed my cheek against his shoulder."That 's cute. You know you have zero to occupy about. When I 'm ready, you 're going to be my first."

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

"Well, I guess,"he said.

I asked other guys about their feeling throughout the day. The consensus was unanimous : my dame just did not show off my hind end to its full. They kept saying words like"mulct"or"okay"or even"meh."I needed to do better than meh ! I knew my cigaret was cute. Hot. I needed to show it off. I had to buy new jeans.

"I ca n't go to your blank space and survey 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 binding of his cervix. He did n't appear enthusiastic."I guess I can arrive. But, I mean, you do n't have to deepen your look. You know that, right ? You 're o.k. the way you are."

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

Nathan blinked."What ?"

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

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

I beamed at him.

He drove me to the shopping centre, grinning the stallion time. I kept squirming in the rider butt, my ass tingling from the silky panties that gripped it. I was so shake about this. I knew my nates would reckon telling in my new jeans.

terrycloth would help me piece out the respectable span to record off my cute tush to its fullest.

I strolled into the mall with Dame Ellen Terry, my heart beating with excitement. We did n't go to my common blockade place, the section store, but to one of the trendy stores. I smiled when I saw the blue jean on video display on the model in the display window. They were so sloshed. They had little hearts drawn in pinko spangles on the rear pockets.

I tingled, just knowing these would be perfect.

Of course, I grabbed the pair with the hearts, plus a few more pairs of skinny jeans. I buzzed with excitement as I headed into the changing room. In there, I stripped out of my boring skirt, pausing for a moment to admire how my seat looked in the bronze panty. The silver letter were backward in the mirror, but I knew what they spelled.

I had what they said.

I grabbed the pair of jeans with the hearts on the back pockets, trembling in hullabaloo. I stepped my legs into the couplet, shuddering as I drew the pants up. I, of trend, owned some jeans, mainly for doing outdoor stuff. None were like these. My new denim were stretchy. Not like any denim I 'd fatigue. I shuddered as I pulled them in high spirits and higher up my ramification, feeling the fabric molding to my skin. I wiggled my hip joint 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 practically good than the tedious skirt draping over my nates. I smiled and threw unfastened the door to the changing room. Terry grinned as I stepped out, his optic flicking up and down.

"come on young woman, show me that pillage. Let me see how in force it looks."

I turned around, wiggling my hips.

"darn, little girl, stop over shaking. Let me drink in the sight of you."

"Sorry, I 'm just so excited,"I said. I pulled out my earpiece and started texting Nathan. Just trying on the new blue jean. Waiting to ascertain out what Terry has to say about them.

I hit send.

I gasped as Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's orotund bridge player cupped both my butt-cheeks. He squeezed and kneaded my posterior, his fingers digging into the denim. I shuddered, the heat construction in my pussycat. A spicy 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 blue jean I 'm trying on right now. I 'm waiting for his approval.

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

"Just my beau,"I said, my entire body feeling alive right now. The way Terry was touching me had to mean my ass was cute."What do you cerebrate ? He 's waiting to come up out."

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

"well, you are an expert on ovalbumin female child 's asses."

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

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

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

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

"Fo'sure,"Terry said. He gave my ass one final exam squeeze. Then he pulled his hands away. I missed his inspection already."You skilful go try on those early dungaree. Just to see how they fit."

I tried on the early two brace of jean. terry cloth gave a thorough exam of each. I groaned, my slit flavour so juicy. I bit my lip and whimpered as his digit kneaded my seat. He pushed the denim a small bit into my butt-crack, trying to reach in there, but just not being capable to. heating system flowed through me. My nipple ached.

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

perspiration broke across my hilltop during the last inspection. I felt like terry was taking forever to sanction them, massaging my rear.

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

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

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

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

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

I worked the blue jean down my legs, sliding them off. I felt Terry looking at me. I groaned as his hands grabbed my ass. finger dipped into my butt-crack, pressing the satin framework into my fork. I gasped as he found my SOB. He touched my sphincter, rubbing it through the satin."tinker's damn, you really got a fine ass, girl. Damn mulct ass."

"You better hold on going lower,"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 name 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 cloth."He is a great boyfriend."

I really, really did n't want to put back on the bird, but I had to take the air out of here wearing something. I ended up buying a duo of distich of the ones with hearts on them. Well, they had a potpourri of them. There was one with stars, another with a four-leaf shamrock, and one with kissing lips. All in all, I bought four duad of jean.

It was all I could afford.

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

That night, I felt so fidgety, I had to jack off. I did n't do it every day, but tonight I rubbed my puss feverishly. I even did something I 'd never done before. I reached my left hand helping hand beneath my rump and slide my digits into my butt-crack.

I found my asshole.

I groaned when I sank my middle digit into my intestine. I felt so pixilated. So wanton. I pumped it in and out of me while I rubbed my virgin chassis. I came so tough, my anal sheath writhing around my dactyl, my succus flooding my digit. I shuddered, imagining such naughty things.

thing thicker than my figure penetrating back there.

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

I had to bust the pantie the following day.

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

They were just the cutest.

I wiggled the jeans up my legs, the stretchy material clinging to me. They showed off my not bad thigh and cute calves as well as a delicious bum. I tugged the stretchy fabric over my croup, feeling it gripping my butt-cheeks. It was almost as tight as my panties.

If I could put on something that hugged my ass like my pair of panties 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 figure. He gave me this concerned facial expression. I smiled at him and darted up. I stopped before him, saying,"Well ?"I turned, letting him get a look at my butt."What do you think ?"

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

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

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

I squealed again."I 'm so glad you like my ass in this."I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the 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 liquidity crisis."damn, prissy ass."

I beamed.

"ignominy you 're in those denim. Be nice to see all the curves."

Just like that, my excitement vanished.

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

I shrugged and headed inside, dazed.

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

For once, I was n't the initiatory to Mr. Harrison 's social class. I was in such a daze as I wandered down the hallway, struggling to envision out what to do. What could I possibly tire out ? leotards ? Those were n't tight enough. They might hug my bum, but they were thickheaded and lovesome. Yoga pants ?

Those were pretty clingy.

Was there anything better ?

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

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

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

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

"Fo'sure, I did. It was a damn fine ass. Perfect. You really need to testify 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 denim. citizenry sometimes can get away with wearing them in populace. They 'll fit your ass like silk stocking, but, you know, they look like denim."

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

Terry 's hand slid around my waist to snap up my ass. He pulled me conclude 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 denim was n't so heavyset, he could get his finger in there like he had with my pantie the day before. He could ride my prick. I felt something hard poking me in the stomach. I stared up at him as a Wave of heat washed out of my pussy.

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

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

I giggled, this sinful tingle rippling out of my ass."I ca n't do that. Even if I do feature a cunning tush."

"Still, maledict shame 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 last liquidity crisis."Just inspecting her fine rump. Nothing wrong with that."

I turned around and smiled at my fellow."rightfulness, nothing damage with that. count, Nathan, you can grab my ass. Just put your hands over my rump and squeeze play. You can see how nice it is."

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

"Are you kidding covetous ?"I asked, shaking my head. I pulled away from Dame Alice Ellen Terry and that hard extrusion in his blue jean. I went to Nathan, taking his hands. I gave him such a glad grinning."I 'm your girlfriend. Okay ?"

terrycloth 's hand found his way to my ass again. He squeezed me as I smiled at my swain. A wicked shudder ran through me, an electrifying tingle that spread from my scanty. My pussy clenched. The Black guy knew how to touch my ass. He was a master at it.

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

I rolled my optic. I rose on my tiptoes and planted a flying osculation 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 stern."Be happy that your girlfriend 's got such a fine ass."Dame Alice Ellen Terry pulled his bridge player away and then he smacked my rump.

I giggled.

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

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

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

We headed in the schoolroom while my imaging was on firing with the theory of jeggings.

They were all I could think about. I googled them between breaks, staring at ikon of these thin, stiff, stretchy material hugging girlfriend 's asses. They were n't wearing step-in, 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, people would n't actualise you were wearing practically nylons. They were so naughty. I searched where to buy them and smiled when I saw I could get them at the same billet I bought my denim. I quivered with excitement.

After classes were over, terry cloth, of course, was more than felicitous to drive me to the mall.

"You 're going with him again ?"Nathan whined as I headed to Terry 's car. My boyfriend was trailing after us, looking so desultory for some reason.

"You need to study for your math run,"I told him."You need to hold back up your grade. terry will make sure I get to the center and back. He 's a really estimable friend."

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

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

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

"No."

"See, just something friends do,"Terry said."Especially when that friend 's got a o.k. ass."

I giggled.

"I 'd let you come,"terry cloth continued,"but my backseat 's entire 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 terry cloth 's car. There were couple of shirts in the back, bedcover out over the intact rear. I guess they could n't be moved so Nathan could sit back there. terrycloth slipped into the device driver buttocks and we were off.

I was so excited to buy the jeggings. The mo we arrived at the shopping centre, I burst out of the car and left terrycloth behind. I missed his helping hand rubbing my ass, but I was so excited. I was practically running by the metre I was inside the mall. I reached the habiliment store, darting in, my center 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 manpower, juggling them, when Terry walked in.

"hoot, young lady, you 're just eager for it."

I smiled at him.

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

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

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

I smiled and nodded."Fine, grab that pair of jean so I can guess to have something to try on."

He did.

The second he closed the changing room door behind us, I was unsnapping my blue jean. I shoved them down, bending over so he could see my bottom clad in the bronze panties. I felt so pixilated. So naughty.

His paw grabbed my ass.

I shuddered as he kneaded my ass through my panties. There was almost zero between us. I closed my eyes, whimpering as I bit my lower lip. My tit were so hard. My pussycat was so wet. If Nathan was here, I did n't do it what I would do. I wiggled my hip, loving the hot touch of Terry 's strong digit kneading my rump.

He groaned, his fingerbreadth sliding up and up the scanty until he found the waistband. I gasped as they dipped inside. I felt him sliding into my underwear. His hand was touching my naked flesh. He caressed my behind directly. His midsection 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 asshole felt. I whimpered as joy I normally only felt when I masturbated my pussy was flowing through me as he circled my puckered pickle. His fingerbreadth caressed my sphincter muscle, causing me to quiver. I leaned over, grabbing a support bar. I gripped it, my face column inch from the mirror before me.

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

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

I whimpered and nodded.

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

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

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

That was so true. I whimpered, my pussy melting with my juices. His fingerbreadth pressed against my sphincter muscle. My optic widened as he entered me. I felt his fingers sliding into my asshole. My virgin puss clenched as his digit sank mystifying and deeper.

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

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

I nodded, whimpering. His finger plunged in and out of my arse. He reached deeper, wiggling around inside of me. The velvety stimulation was incredible. My Virgo the Virgin pussy drank it in, my juice flowing hotter and hotter out of my astuteness. My little clit throbbed, my mamilla aching. It was incredible.

I had no idea my asshole could finger so nonplus. When I fingered it final night, it felt enceinte, but this ... Terry knew just where to touch me. How to process his finger in and out of my bowels. I whimpered through my sand teeth, feeling this pressure construction and building inside of me.

My orgasm approached.

I shuddered as his finger thrust deep and fast into me. My velvety whoreson gripped him, clenching about him increasing the detrition. The stimulation. It was unbelievable. Pleasure rippled through me. I squeezed my heart shut, piddling lights dancing across my dark vision. This tide swelled and swelled in me.

He pressed a second finger against my asshole.

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

My anal ring stretched and stretched. I groaned, wanting to fight his intrusion, but it felt too good to fend. This estrus that stabbed into my nethers. The indorse fingerbreadth 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 pissed, hot, Caucasian girl ass. And you got a beautiful one, Zelda. Fo'sure."

"Thank you !"I moaned as his finger's breadth pumped in and out of me 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 blockade myself from enjoying this. My ass felt amaze. His finger felt so redress inside my bowels.

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

"Yes !"I squealed. I came.

My asshole writhed around his finger. My virgin pussy convulsed. I could feel the juice soaking my bush and the gusset of my panty. I whimpered, my small breasts jiggling in my bra as I trembled. My pigtails danced around my head. They whipped around my shoulder joint as I swung my head from position to side. Stars exploded across my imagination as the waves of ecstasy slammed into my mind.

I drowned in ecstasy. My asshole felt astonish. I had no idea a friend could give me such ravish just from fingering my bowels. I whimpered, drinking it in. So glad that my cute rump could give me such rapture.

"darn, you do have an amazing ass,"he growled."It 's got ta be the most gross ass in the existence. Fo'sure, girl."

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

"You 're welcome,"he said. He ripped his digit out of my cocksucker. For a consequence, he pressed against me. I felt the hard bulge of his cock rubbing against my rump."I ca n't expect for tomorrow. You 'll appear beat in those jeggings."

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

I paid for my jeggings and almost floated out the mall, carried on the winds of rapture that my anal retentive sexual climax gave me. Terry was such a well supporter to make me feel so sound. I gave him a kiss on the cheek in thanks.

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

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

You do n't throw to worry. Terry 's a good Quaker. He made me find so right about my jeggings. Gave me such a Benjamin 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 study, and I have my own preparation I need to get done. Tomorrow, you 'll get to see my ass in my jeggings.

So will Terry.

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

Nathan did n't answer.

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

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

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

I loved having fingerbreadth in my prick. Maybe Nathan would finger my prick at schooltime. I wished he 'd quit being such a stick in the mud. I did n't translate why he was so covetous of terry. We were just friends.

I cracked opened the moldable egg holding the stone-wash yoke of jeggings. I did n't deliver the panty on, they would be visible through it and it would defeat the unanimous point of wearing these. Jeggings would be even tighter than my panties. They would mold to my tush and even slue into butt-crack and show up off the total shape of my smashing ass.

putting jeggings on was like rolling on nylons. I went dumb, working them up both legs to prepare sure there were n't any runs. The only dispute between stockings and jeggings were the latter had no feet. The jeggings ended at my ankles.

I shuddered as they clung to my thighs like skinny jean, but were even rigorous. I pulled them gamey and mellow. I groaned as I rolled them up over my rump. Just like I had hoped, I could sense the stretchable material sliding into my butt-crack. It pressed against my asshole, letting me know that the full definition of my behind could be seen.

They were so thin I felt like I was naked.

What I did n't number 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 first year, but it would be worth it. The jeggings felt so naughty against my bare virgin lips. They molded to my puss, too. I had a cameltoe on display.

It was a small Price to pay to show off my perfect tense 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 puss mouth. My clitoris. I groaned, this passion racing through me. The material was in my butt-crack and teasing my asshole. I whimpered, my entire body on fire.

I needed terry to grope my ass. I needed my arsehole played with. I wish I had time to masturbate, but I had to run.

I 'd be late for Mr. 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 skin. I was practically bare as I hit the sidewalk and made the right towards my college. It was n't far. I lived close. But, still, I had to hurry to avoid being late.

My phone buzzed, clutched tightly in my hand. I did n't have any pockets on my jeggings, and I 'd left my bag behind. I did snag my backpack, so I was n't completely unprepared for college. And, of course, I would never go forth my business firm without my telephone set. I swiped the screen as I ran, seeing a message from Nathan.

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

I could n't respond that right now. I was running. respectable 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 clit throbbing. The material caressed me. It rubbed my ass, my butt-cheeks ripple as I ran. My asshole drank in the teasing delight of the fabric.

It was all so lots walking on air.

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

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

I waved to him, my breasts bouncing in my bra and my relax blouse. My top was the exact opposite of the jeggings I was wearing. I wanted to evidence off my ass, not my teat. I was still a wholesome girl. I was a virgin. I did n't have it off when I would be prepare to give it up. It had to be to the right field guy.

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

"Zelda !"he gasped."the Nazarene, 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 catch my breath. I grabbed his arm for support, half bend over as I sucked in air.

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

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

His jaw dropped."Holy fucking shite, Zelda, I can see your pussy lips. It 's like your practically naked."

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

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

"It was just something friends do,"I said."It was n't like he fingered my kitty-cat our disturb my tits. I did n't even kiss him."I lunged in kissed Nathan on the sassing."Now, we have to get to Mr. Harrison 's course. It 's about to start."

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

Mr. President Benjamin Harrison 's class was n't too far into the edifice. I reached it in time, bursting in before the admonition gong rang. Everyone turned to look at me. All the guys groaned when they saw what I was wearing. Mr. Sir Rex Harrison 's dropped the book of account he was holding. The older man swallowed. I swear his oculus almost fell out as I sauntered up towards my desk.

I passed terrycloth, smiling as he boldly grabbed my rump. He held on tight, stopping me from reaching my keister."shucks, I knew your ass would look amazing in these. Fo'sure, you got the intimately ass on campus."

"I know,"I groaned, savoring his fingerbreadth sliding up and down my rump."You approve, terry cloth ?"

"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 cloth 's manpower 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 mould to every inch of you. I can see the mental picture of your asshole through the jeggings."

I gasped as he touched my back entrance. His finger rubbed against my sphincter muscle. I groaned, quivering. My nipples throbbed against my bra. I licked my mouth, setting my phone down on my desk. Terry was sitting right behind me. I was sure that was a coincidence.

"Oh, yes, Dame Alice Ellen Terry,"I moaned."Mmm, I need this. Oh, God, I need this so bad. Your finger tactile property incredible in my asshole."

"Zelda !"my boyfriend groaned.

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

"Yeah, listen to your daughter,"Terry said, rubbing the stretchy material of the jeggings harder into my asshole. I groaned, my anatomical sphincter drank it in. I leaned over, grabbing the back of my professorship. 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 scrutinise my cute tush. All the boys 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, save rubbing me,"I moaned.

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

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

I heard a tear.

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

"shucks, did n't mean for that to pass, but, damn,"he said.

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

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

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

"It 's sanction, Nathan, love. He 's just licking my asshole."I shuddered as Terry 's natural language slid around my sphincter."He 's not touching my pussy at all."

"Just giving her ass an oral examination inspection,"Dame Ellen Terry said and then swirled his lingua around my son of a bitch again.

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

"tinker's dam,"moaned Shawn from his hindquarters nearby.

All the cat 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 gut. I whimpered as that clapper pressed into my anal retentive case. I glanced at Nathan, his face red. I gave him a smile, letting him know this was innocent.

It was just my motherfucker, after all.

Oh, it felt amazing.

Dame Alice Ellen Terry 's strong fingers kneaded my rump as his glossa pumped in and out of my asshole. The delectation melted down to my slit, my coming construction and building. I wiggled my hips from position to side. I whimpered. That marvelous pleasance swelled in me. It was so spicy. Everyone was witnessing it.

I came.

My asshole quivered and convulsed around Terry 's probing glossa. I gasped at the hurry of pleasure surging through my pussy. It flowed through me, a delicious tidal waving of rapture that filled every boldness in my torso. It spilled up to my brain. My breasts jiggled in my bra, my pigtails dancing about my head. It felt so amazing.

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

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

"I did !"I moaned."Oh, yes, Dame Alice Ellen Terry !"

succus soaked my bust jeggings. They gushed out of my knock off pussy and spilled down to my tattered stockings. I shuddered, my tangy aroma filling my nose. It was unbelievable. I love cumming from anal stimulation.

"Oh, terrycloth, 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 digit 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 jean fastener and the rasp of a zipper.

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

"I 'm not touching her Virgin pussy,"said Terry as something thick and difficult and long smacked on my keister. I could find it twitching on me.

Was that his turncock ?

I threw a aspect over my berm, just twisting my body enough to see my peachy tooshie and his thick, pitch black dick draped over it. His dark prick contrasted so much against my wan skin. He was huge, twice as long as his digit, and thicker than three of them.

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

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

"tinker's damn, your young woman is a hussy,"said Shawn.

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

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

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

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

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

I heard the pop of a cap. Then I felt something dribbling on my bastard. It was cold and glossy. I gasped, realizing it was lubricator. I heard a wet, guileful speech sound and glanced behind me again. Terry was rubbing the Saame gel into his cock, making his ebony shaft gleam.

He was such a salutary friend.

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

I reached out and grabbed his manus, squeezing it."I 'm so sword lily you 're here to witness this. Oh, Nathan, I love you so often and—"I gasped as I felt Terry 's big dick pressing on my lube arse."You get to see my ass broken in. Dame Ellen Terry 's going to unfold me up for everyone to bask my cute seat. Oh, Nathan, this is all I want !"

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

I crushed Nathan 's hand in my besotted bobby pin. terrycloth 's tool was so big. I could feel my anal sheath spreading to engulf him. He truly was breaking me in, opening me up for all the minor dicks to enjoy. I whimpered, so glad this big, blackamoor wolf could be in me. My virgin pussy drank him in.

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

"Fo'sure,"terry groaned. Then I felt the wiry osculation of his pubic fuzz 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 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 nix compared to his dick. His vast putz stimulated my anal sheath. The pleasure melted down to my slit. It fed another growing orgasm. I gasped as he rammed back into me. Harder. Faster. His musket ball slapped against my Virgin cunt. I gasped at the tingle of pleasure rippling along my kitty-cat lips. Then he drew back again.

He pounded me.

I gripped my desk with my remaining bridge player and my boyfriend 's hand with the former. I stared up at him, seeing the offend face on his face. I did n't realise why he did n't suppose this was amazing. This was the proficient thing ever. Terry 's putz plunged into me gruelling and fast. He stimulated me. I could feel my climax edifice faster and faster. This right explosion that would ingest me.

"Oh, Nathan, his tool feeling so upright in me,"I moaned."Oh, honey, watch him fracture in my ass. It 's getting me ready for you and for Shawn and for Reginald Joseph Mitchell and for all the other guys."

"Even me ?"Mr. Harrison asked.

"Of grade !"I gasped, clutching my bowel down on Dame Ellen Terry 's thick dick.

"Zelda,"groaned Nathan.

"Do n't be green-eyed, Terry 's just being a good supporter. My cute butt has to be enjoyed by everyone. Oh, yes, he 's ramming into me. I 'll cum so laborious in his dick, Nathan. It 's going to be bewilder. So why are n't you glad for me ?"

Nathan let out a strangulate groan.

Dame Alice Ellen Terry grunted, his hands gripping my hips. He slammed hard in me. His blushing genital organ smacked my rump. His ballock cracked into my taint and puss brim. I loved that big, midst peter plunging arduous and fast in me. I whimpered. Groaned. I could n't fend much longer.

I was about to detonate.

I straightened, my pull up stakes arm darting out and hooking around Nathan 's cervix. I pulled my boyfriend down. He had to understand how amazing this was for me. So I kissed him. I thrust my glossa into my fellow 's mouthpiece as terry slammed his cock to the hilt in my asshole.

I came.

I groaned into my boyfriend 's lips as my asshole writhed around terry 's pecker. The delight was intense. Amazing. A tsunami of rapture sloshed through my consistency. It slammed into my mind, drowning my opinion in hug drug. asterisk burst before my centre. I kissed Nathan so hard, thrusting my spit into his mouth.

He had to empathise. He had to recognize that this was so amazing for me. I was such a lucky fille to have Terry 's big turncock in my asshole. My bowels clenched and spasmed and writhed about his dick. He plowed in hard. Fast. He sent to a greater extent and more waves of exaltation sweeping out of my pussy. My virgin cunt clenched, my juices gushing out of me.

"Her SOB 's going wild,"groaned Terry."This is the near ass fo'sure. You cat are all gon na have intercourse 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 volley through me. My bastard reveled in that big, thick, Negroid dick rammed into me. I whimpered, so glad my Andrew D. White ass was able to take every inch of Terry. I quivered, my toes curling.

I knew that Dame Ellen Terry would always be my favourite dick to get fucking my ass. I had a smell not even Nathan 's would ever compare. I probably should n't tell my young man that though.

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

"God fucking damn, you have the best ass, Zelda !"Terry growled."drain my orb !"

I groaned harder into Nathan 's sass as I did just that. When Terry was empty, he ripped out of me. I felt individual else grabbed my articulatio coxae. A new hammer drive into me. It was n't as big but still felt nice. Right. My asshole was designed to please dicks. My cunning fanny needed cocks in me. I groaned, savoring the hard strokes.

Who fucked me ?

"Go, Mr. Harrison !"cheered Ted Shawn."piece of ass the slattern '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 bowels. It was such a wonderful experience. I could get word my professor grunting. Groaning. My mother fucker was making him finger amazing. My cute tush was giving him such pleasure. I broke the candy kiss with Nathan, staring into his eyes. I stroked his face, my tits jiggling in my bra. He had to read. He had to know that I had to have a go at it 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 arsehole, too. You can feel what the greatest ass in the integral world feels like wrapped around your cock. Terry broke me in. You should give thanks him."

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

"No job,"terrycloth said."Glad to do it. Fo'sure, that 's the odorous ass I 've ever had. You 're gon na be intimate her. I know I will. I ca n't hold off for my next turn."

Neither could I.

Mr. Harrison pounded me hard, and then he was spurting into my asshole. My professor flooded me as my orgasm rippled through my consistence. That wonderful pleasure swept through me. It was n't as intense as with terrycloth, but it was still a treat to delight. Mr. Harrison groaned, spilling his seed in me. He deserved it for being such an awing prof.

Shawn got my ass succeeding. He beat Nathan to me. I groaned as Ted Shawn slammed his peter into my jizz-filled bowels. I whimpered in pleasure, deflexion over my desk, just savoring his turncock in me. I hugged my desk as Shawn fucked my ass. Cum leaked out of my sphincter, bubbling out around his putz and dribbling down to my shaved snatch. The spunk coated my Virgo physical body. I whimpered, not needing to stir my cuckoo.

I would cum just from being fucked in the ass.

My shit milked Shawn 's dick when he erupted, another scrumptious climax rushing through me. This time, Nathan was next. My swain pounded my gut. The one-fourth cock to recruit my asshole. I squeezed down on him, wiggling my hips, wanting to give him the trump experience possible. He leaned over me, grunting, groaning. He savored my jizz-filled bowel. He fired off fast. He flooded me and gave me another wonderful delight.

One after the other, the boy of my history class used me. They fucked me. They enjoyed my cute tush to the fullest. I groaned in passion. I left the form, my jeggings torn undecided, jizz leaking out of me. Everyone could see how perplex my ass was. boy would push me against the wall and just slam their dicks into my SOB. They would fuck me right there in the corridor, our classmates groaning, wishing they were the lucky one to catch me.

During course of study, my male prof got to use me first. They would fuck me severe, thrusting into me. Then the former students would get their turn. I especially loved it when the Black hombre went. None of them were quite as big as terry cloth, but it was always such a tingle to palpate an pitch black hawkshaw sliding into my whiteness ass.

Custodians used me. Fathers of bookman just visiting got the hazard to slide their dick in me. When I was outside of my college, random men would fuck me concentrated. It was amazing. I could n't go a instant without having a dick in my mother fucker. It was so amazing. Terry and Nathan got to use me more than the others. terrycloth for breaking me in, and Nathan for being my boyfriend.

Of line, Nathan often had to sit there and scout. Sometimes, I would ease up him a handjob as a big dick filled my asshole, feeling bad for my boyfriend. I was n't quite make to go all the way. Maybe I 'd wait for matrimony. That could be yr away.

I had all the pecker I needed fucking my dickhead. I could declare off on having sex.

I was glad 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 star sign. His pa 's dick was bigger. It was such a delight to get fucked up the ass over the dinner party mesa while his mother and sister 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 form smiled. This duo of step-in was a wild success. Keeping her virginity intact while turning her into a working girl had been such a Rush. Now the figure had a new idea. Another way to curve a girl 's head in gamy directions. To channel her lust in different ways.

The figure of speech stroked its unexampled couplet of step-in, a bubbly garden pink delectation decorated with little fondness. They were childish, intended for a vernal girl than its butt 's age of XVIII. Cute and bubbly and innocent. On the back was written two Book : adorable Kitten.

The bod stroked the magenta letter of the alphabet, a bit of glitter dazzling in the characters.

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

To be continued in the succeeding tale of Mind-Controlling panty ...