Mind-Control Panties

Story Twelve: Virgin Cherry Delight

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

The music pulsing through the house stirred the figure’s ancient soul. Though the music was modern, made with electronics and possessing alien sounds, the beat it created was primal. Something passed down and down and down through the generations of men from dim antiquity. The figure wanted to dance. To revel in the music and to indulge in the hormones permeating the room.

The figure was crashing a college house party.

College students flocked around, drinking beer and smoking marijuana. The sour-sweet tang of the drug mixed with the sugary aroma of wine coolers. They laughed. Cheered. It passed a pair of girls making out in the living room, stripped down to their bras. This was the perfect place to leave its newest creation.

It held in its hand a dainty and pristine pair of panties. Something cut for a schoolgirl to wear, full of all that virginal promise. A band of white lace encircled it and it had two words written in the brightest, reddest color: Cherry Tart.

The figure fought the surge to watch the two girls kissing. They were doing it willingly, mostly. One was stoned and the other almost drunk, but it wasn’t from its magic. It wasn’t the same as twisting and turning and molding girls into new beings. To show them different delights. The girl upstairs, its target, had experienced so many of them already.

With effort, it dragged itself away and slipped up the stairs, ignored by the college youths moving up and down. They didn’t give the figure another glance. It was nonde***********. Alien but unremarkable. They twisted their bodies to let it pass, not breaking their conversations or looking up from their phones. On the second floor, the sounds of sex and shouting grew louder and louder. Boys were cheering. There was a girl in there, a slut writhing in passion.

Delilah White had a cock in all three of her holes. The nineteen-year-old girl was a veteran of being gang-banged. She reveled in hedonistic lust. Her large breasts bounced before her as she rode up and down on Bruce’s thick cock. The mixed-race youth gripped her hips as she worked up and down his dick. Ryan fucked her from behind, a tall, twenty-year-old boy with a goatee. Nate was the one feeding Delilah his cock. He was short, his black hair buzzed short like a soldier’s and possessed the compact build of a wrestler.

“That’s it, suck that dick,” he ground as the figure dropped the special pair of panties on Delilah’s discarded clothing. In the process, it snatched up her dainty thong, a strip of black cloth that didn’t look like it could cover anything.

The figure wanted to stay. To watch her fornication. The figure had plans, a new idea to test with this pair of panties. Something beyond just changing her personality.

It wanted to see if it could shape her body.

It took one last look at her bleached-blonde hair dancing about her face as she sucked and moaned and shuddered through her next orgasm.

Then the figure was gone.

Sometime later, when all the guys have finished using her and Delilah was sobering up, she stumbled towards her clothing. So much jizz spilled down out of her holes. The spunk dribbled from her ass. It ran down her thighs. It coated her.

Dad’s going to be so pissed when I get home, she thought with some glee, aching to throw her activities in his face. Ever since her mother died, her father sought to control her. She hated it.

She bent down and snagged up the panties.

“The fuck?” she muttered, her bleached-blonde hair spilling across her face as she bent over further. “Who the fuck stole my panties and replaced them with this kiddy shit?” She glanced at the snoring guys who’d fucked her.

She snorted and stepped into them.

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Delilah White

A strange tingle ran through me as I stepped into these kiddy panties. I couldn’t believe someone had stolen my thong and replaced them with these. They had fucking lace around them. And that childish tripe on the back.

Cherry Tart.

Real subversive. These were something a virgin who wanted to pretend that she was a bad girl would buy at Hot Topic. I rolled my eyes as I drew them up my legs. I savored the strange tingling running through me. I smirked as I felt the cum leaking out of me. At least I would stain these. Whatever dumb girl left hers behind, I would take pleasure in ruining them.

I smiled as I drew the panties higher and higher. I shuddered as it slid up my thighs, smearing the cum as it went. The seed was soaking the fabric now. More tingles rippled through me. And then I pulled them up over my rump. I snapped the waistband down on my skin and…

I shuddered, squeaking. I was naked. There were boys snoring around me. I gasped, my hands covering my breasts. They were growing smaller. Why were they so big? I had small breasts. Little boobies. My cheeks burned. I shook my head, noticing, for a moment, that my locks looked blonde and not my usual brown. I groaned. As I darted my hands down to grab my clothes, I wondered why I was naked.

Oh, God, did I have sex?

My virgin pussy clenched. I couldn’t have had sex. I was a pure girl. A good girl. Oh, my daddy was going to be so mad. I had to get out of here. I grabbed my bra, sliding it on. For a moment, it seemed too big. And black. I didn’t own black bras.

Then it was white and small and fit my A-cup breasts perfectly.

I fastened it and then grabbed my skirt. A tingle rippled from my panties. I frowned at my bottom. Why was my skirt so short and…

I breathed in as relief filled me. What was wrong with me? This skirt clearly fell past my knees. It was fine. I stepped into the tartan skirt, part of my college’s school uniform. Of course, I was the only girl that wore hers. The rest were bad. I zipped it up and then grabbed my…

What was this crop top? I didn’t wear anything like that. No, no, I had worn a crisp, white blouse. Something a schoolgirl would wear and…

I pulled on my white blouse, quickly buttoning it up. I didn’t have time to tuck it in because I needed to get out of here. One of the boys was already rousing. It was Bruce, the star quarterback.

“Delilah?” He groaned. “Damn, a schoolgirl. That’s kinky. Want to come here and ride on my cock. Put your hair up in pigtails.”

I squeaked in fright. I bolted out of there. “I’m not a slut!”

I heard him burst into laughter.

I darted down the stairs, confused why I was even here. Of course, I heard that there was a party at Ryan’s house, but I would never go to something like this. Oh, my daddy must be so worried about me. I wanted to call him, but I didn’t know where my purse was. Did I leave it back in that room? Oh, God, I couldn’t go back in there.

They were naked in there.

I hit the first floor and darted over the passed out guy. He was snoring, his shirt off. Someone had drawn a penis on his face. It was disgusting. Filthy. I leaped over him and raised for the front door. I heard someone call my name and say something rude. Something absolutely crude. I couldn’t believe it. I was a good girl. Why would he even think I’d do something like that?

I would never suck a cock.

I burst out of the house and onto the street. I just had to get away. I couldn’t be anywhere near any of these people. I gasped as I raced down the street, running as fast as I could. My schoolgirl skirt swished about my legs. My arms pumped. My brown hair flowed behind me, safe and free. I wasn’t a bad girl. I didn’t even understand how I got here. I kept running and running and running. My side ached. I tasted a coppery flavor at the back of my mouth. My legs burned.

I stumbled to a gasping halt. I planted my hands on my knees, sucking in tight. I blinked, looking around. Where was I?

I shuddered, this flush of fear shooting through me. I had no idea where I was. It was dark. I was the only one out on the street. I bit my lip, my head darting to and fro. I was so frightened. I didn’t even have my purse let alone my cell phone. But I couldn’t go back to that terrible place.

I couldn’t believe I was even there. And naked. What happened to me?

I struggled to parse my memories. There were these wicked flashes, things that I would never do. Terrible things. They made me blush just thinking about them. I shuddered, shaking my head. That wasn’t me. I was Delilah White. I was nineteen. A virgin. I made a promise.

I glanced down at my right hand and sighed in relief as I saw the promise ring on my finger. I twisted it, the gold band that my daddy had given me. I drew in a deep breath. I was beginning to relax.

I might be lost, but I was still a virgin. I hadn’t let my daddy down.

I was wondering what I should do next when I heard a rumbling sound. I glanced on the street to see the headlights approach. Large headlights. Something big was approaching. I raised my hand against the glare, squinting to see. I heard a powerful engine growling and chugging.

I trembled, curious at who was stopping to help me.

Just as the vehicle slowed down to stop by me, I realized it was the rig to one of those semi trucks. I didn’t have a trailer attached, so the driver must be going home or something. I squeaked when the passenger door suddenly creaked open. A man with a thick mustache peered out at me, leaning over the bench seat.

“You okay?” he asked. “Kinda late for a girl as young as you to be out.”

“I’m lost,” I said. “I was at this terrible party for some reason and then this guy said something to me and I just had to run out of there. I kept running and running and… I don’t know where I am.”

“Well, girl, I can give you a ride home.”

I flashed a smile. “Why thank you, sir.”

He chuckled. “You call me Hank. I don’t reckon I’ve ever been called sir before.”

“Well, thanks to Hank,” I said, struggling to climb up into the cab. It was so tall. “I’m Delilah.”

I managed to get into the seat and closed the heavy door. This giddy thrill raced through me. I sat so much higher up than other cars I’ve been in. I looked out of the window, smiling as he pulled away from the curb. If we were driving through normal traffic, I’d feel so important right now looking down at the other carts.

“So, what did this guy say that so horrified you?” he asked.

“He wanted me to suck his…” My cheeks burned. “Well, you know. His boy thingy.”

“Cock?”

“Hank!” I gasped. “You shouldn’t say a word like that around a girl my age.”

He chuckled. “Sorry. I forgot. I’m used to running around with the coarser crowd. So, where do you live?”

I told him my address as he drove the truck. The engine growled. He shifted the gears with one hand, the other resting on the steering wheel. He kept glancing at me, I smiled back at him.

“So, the idea of sucking a… boy thingy offended you?”

“Of course it would,” I said. “I would never do something like that.”

“Why not?”

I blinked at him. “Why, because I’m not one of those girls. A slut.”

“Well, more than just sluts suck cock,” he said. “I mean, a boy thing. Sorry.”

My cheeks burn.

“In fact, how can even know your against if you never even tried it?” he glanced at me. “Seems to me it’s something you should just try out at least once.”

“If I did that, every boy in my college would be blabbing about it. Next thing I know, they be claiming that they did other things to me.”

He chuckled. “Well, there’s a solution to that problem. Just got to choose someone that doesn’t go to your college.” He glanced at me. “Why, I’ll offer my own cock for you to suck.”

I swallowed.

“I mean, you really need to know. A girl your age, why, she has to know if she’s a cock-sucker or not. It’s important. You won’t know until you try..”

I swallowed as the truck slowed down. I heard the air brakes release the pressure as we stopped. He shifted the gears into the park, the engine idling away.

“I promise that no will know that you suck my cock.”

A strange tingle raced around my panties. I swallowed, staring at his crotch. I gasped as he unsnapped his jeans. He was doing this right before me. I covered my eyes as I heard his jeans rustling. I knew he was pulling it out. His cock. This wicked thrill went through me. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

My fingers covering my eyes parted ever so slightly. I peeked out and saw it.

I gasped.

“It’s so big,” I said.

He chuckled. “You took a peek. Curious? You’ll get a better look if you scoot closer.”

I swallowed, shocked that this was happening. It stirred the strange heat inside of me. I never felt anything like this before. What is that about this that made me want to reach down and touch him. I didn’t do that. I swallowed, though, and leaned closer, studying his cock. It thrust hard and pink out of his jeans. The tip twitched and throbbed. I could see curls of dark-brown hair around the base. A strange liquid beaded at the tip.

“Oh, my, that’s big,” I said. “Do girls really…?”

“Trust me, your pussy can stretch to take it,” he said. “But we’re talking about blowjobs here. Just scoot lower, open your mouth wide, and just suck that big cock in your mouth. Find out what you are.”

I swallowed. He was right. What if I did like them? I should at least know.

Trembling, I reached out and grabbed it. I gasped at how warm it was. It twitched and throbbed in my hand. It felt so alive. I shuddered, my tongue flicking over my lips. I lowered my head further. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and descended the last few inches.

I shuddered when I felt him pressing into my mouth. I pulled my teeth back, instinctively knowing I shouldn’t brush his flesh with them. I slid my lips over his cock, engulfing the crown. My tongue swirled around, tasting that salty liquid. He groaned this throaty sound of pleasure.

I sucked.

His dick twitched again. He groaned as I sucked and nursed on him. It was like a big lollipop. A salty flavored one. I shuddered, that wet heat between my thighs growing and growing. It made me want to reach down and scratch it. I trembled, my hand tightening on his cock as I sucked again and again. My tongue danced, caressing it. I lapped up more of that liquid leaking out.

It wasn’t pee. What was it? It tasted good.

I started moving my head, bobbing up and down. My lips slid along his shaft as I squirmed. I was growing so hot and wet between my thighs. Why? My cheeks hollowed as I sucked on him. He groaned, my lips moving up and down faster.

“Shit, I thought you were virgin. You know how to suck a cock. Damn.”

What did that mean? I was a virgin. I had never sucked a cock before. What, did it mean that I was a natural?

I kept sucking on his cock and bobbing my head. I slid my lips up and down his dick. I shuddered, this heat growing and growing between my thighs. It felt so wicked. So naughty. I shouldn’t be doing this. Daddy would be angry at me, but the trucker was right. I had to know.

Was I… enjoying this? Was that why I was getting so hot? So wet?

The trucker was groaning and grunting as I worked my mouth up and down his dick. I slid as far down his shaft as I could, his cock pressing into the back of my throat before I slid back up. I sucked the entire way, my cheeks hollowing. I just knew that he loved it. He enjoyed my mouth. His hand tightened in my brown hair. He gripped me. I quivered, this tingle racing through my panties.

Was I a bad girl for doing this?

My tongue danced around the top of his cock. The seat creaked and groaned beneath us. His hand tightened. He pressed my head down hard. I gasped as his cock brushed the back of my throat and then slip down it.

He was sliding into my esophagus!

He let out a throaty laugh as he pressed my lips all the way down into his pubic hair. I could smell this manly musk. His cock was stretching out my throat. I moaned, humming around him, instinctively knowing he’d like that.

“God fucking damn, you are a slut,” he groaned. “I can’t believe you can take a cock with such ease. Fuck.”

I wasn’t a slut. I was a virgin.

He drew my head up by pulling my hair. It hurt and yet that only made me feel wetter between my thighs. He groaned as I sucked so hard. My tongue danced around his shaft. I caressed him with purpose. It felt like I knew what I was doing. Like I really was a natural-born cock sucker. That was impossible. I couldn’t be that. I squirmed, rubbing my thighs together. My skirt rustled.

“Getting hot in your little cunt?” he asked. Then he chuckled. “Of course you are, little slut. You’re in that sexy schoolgirl outfit. Yeah, you wanted me to come along so you could suck my dick.”

But I didn’t want this.

I ached to tell him that, but I was too busy sucking his cock. His dick throbbed and twitched in my mouth. That salty juice that leaked out of the tip of his cock soaked my tongue. He tasted so good. I sucked hard on him, wanting more. I shuddered, my thighs still squirming, struggling to satiate that hot itch.

“I see just how hot you are, slut,” he said and then shoved his hand between my thighs.

I gasped as he slid up them. He shouldn’t be doing that. His hand neared my pussy. I tried to clamp down on him with my legs, but he was so strong. He kept going.

I gasped as his rough fingers reach my dainty panties. He rubbed them, pressing them into my folds. I shuddered, a naughty heat blossoming in my pussy. It was so intense. Blissful ripples flooded through me.

I couldn’t believe it. His touch felt amazing. I knew he shouldn’t be touching me there, that I should make him stop, but his strokes just made me quiver. I sucked on his cock with even more passion. I nursed on his dick with such hunger.

He groaned, his fingers rubbing up and down my pussy. He touched my virgin flesh through my demure panties. All these naughty pleasures surged through me. My toes curled in my shoes, a whimper rising in my throat.

“Damn, you’re hot and wet,” he groaned. “I know what you need. Yes, I do.”

What did I need?

I gasped as he suddenly ripped my mouth off his cock. Then I was moving, seized by his strong hands. Before I knew it, he was lifting me onto his lap. The steering wheel pressed into my stomach, my chest leaning over it. The horn honked as my breasts pressed into it. I gasped as I felt his fingers hooking aside my panties. I realized I was straddling him. I felt his cock nudging into my inner thigh and—

“Oh, no, no, I’m a virgin!” I gasped as his cock slid up my inner thigh towards my pussy.

He snorted as he grabbed my hips and pulled me down.

I whimpered as his cock touched my pussy. The hand holding my panties aside moved away, sliding around me to grab my other hip. He held my waist tight and, with a groan, he slammed me down his cock.

I gasped as my cherry popped.

I felt my hymen tear for the first time. Then his cock was inside of me. Filling me. His girth stretched open my twat. I shuddered while a wave of heat washed through my virgin body. A delicious wave.

“Fucking damn, you’re tight,” he groaned. “Now move those hips. Ride my dick.”

I gripped the steering wheel while this intense heat that burned from my pussy seized my legs. They flexed all on their own. I gasped and rose up his cock. I shuddered feeling my pussy sliding up his dick. But not to escape him like I should.

Oh, no, I rose up until just the tip was in me, and then I lowered myself back down him.

I gasped as I took him again into my virgin depths. This wonderful heat rippled through me. He massaged my inner depths. I lowered my head over the steering wheel, shocked that I was enjoying the trucker’s massive cock so much.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I was a good girl. A virgin. Daddy would be so angry with me.

I shuddered, my pussy clenching around him. I slid back up his shaft again, my twat clinging to the thick girth. I groaned, my hips dancing from side to side. I stirred my pussy around his cock, the pleasure rushing through me. Then I slammed down him. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. More of that wonderful heat rippled through me.

“Yeah, you like Hank’s big dick in your cunt, don’t you?” he grunted, his hands lightly holding my hips.

“I do!” I gasped. “Oh, my gosh, I do.”

“Goddamn, you’re such a whore,” he groaned. “I love the schoolgirl skirt. The white panties. And the blouse… Fucking hell, you’re a sexy thing.”

“I’m not a whore!” I gasped.

He chuckled. “Whatever you want to call yourself, you’re it.”

A strange sensation built and built inside of me. Every time I slid down his cock, this pressure swelled. It grew as I rose up his cock, too. My pussy clung to him, increasing the friction of our flesh sliding past each other. It felt so amazing.

“Work that schoolgirl cunt up and down my dick,” panted Hank. “Damn, your tight and hot. I’m going to fire so much cum inside of you.”

I gasped, my pussy squeezing down on him. That made our naughty activity feel even better. “No no, you can’t. My daddy will kill me. He must be so worried that I’m out so late.”

“I don’t care what your daddy thinks, I’m busting my load inside of you,” he grunted. “You want it. Your tight, hot cunt aches for it. Don’t it?”

He was right. I wanted him, but I shouldn’t. Why did he feel so good inside of me? I rode him faster. I gripped the steering wheel, my nipples aching inside of my bra. I worked my pussy up and down his dick. I came closer and closer to that amazing pleasure. Something was going to happen inside of me.

Was I about to have my first orgasm? Was I going to cum on the trucker’s dick? What sort of virgin did that?

I slammed down him, shuddering. His dick filled me up so much. My hips danced from side to side. My body moved. It felt so natural to be riding his dick. Why? I groaned, my fingers gripping the steering wheel. I arched my back, my brown hair swaying. I couldn’t take much more of this.

“Fuck me,” he groaned as I slammed down his cock. As I rose up his shaft, his dick twitched. I felt something hot spurting inside of me. “Yes, take it. Take my fucking load.”

I gasped, realizing he was spurting his seed in me. It was his semen. His cum. I slammed down his cock and gasped, feeling every spurt splashing into the depths of my pussy. It sent this wave of pleasure through me.

A tsunami of rapture that had my entire body spasming. Bucking.

My pussy convulsed as the wave reached my mind. Ecstasy spilled through my thoughts. And more waves followed. They rushed through my body. I groaned and gasped, my head shaking. Stars danced before my eyes as my pussy seemed to melt about his cock. My twat massaged and writhed and drained his cock dry. He grunted, his hand squeezing my hips as he flooded me.

“God fucking damn, you are an amazing slut,” he groaned. “I can’t believe it. Damn, you drained my balls.”

I whimpered, panting. My breasts rose and fell as the pleasure peaked inside of me. It was amazing. I couldn’t believe I just did that. I wasn’t a virgin any longer. I whimpered in delight, feeling his cum inside of me. His dick softened. What happened? Why did I do that?

Why did it feel so good?

That question rippled through my mind as Hank drove me home. I adjusted my clothing and pulled up my panties. They tingled around me, the electricity reaching into my pussy. It was almost like the underwear had cleaned me up and made me whole. Pure. It was such a relaxing sensation. It soothed away my confusion. I sort of felt like I was waking up from a dream. Like I had only imagined I had sex with the truck driver. I mean, I was a virgin.

I was a good girl, right?

I couldn’t check before him, but I knew I still had my hymen.

“Here you are,” he said, giving me a nod and a smile. “You take care. Really glad I ran into you tonight.”

“Thank you for the ride,” I said, giving him a polite nod. It had to have just been some wild imagination. I must have dozed off while he was driving me home. There was no way I would have sucked his cock and then given him my virginity.

No way at all.

Just like I wouldn’t have done those other things. Those half-remembered perversions. I had been trapped in a slutty nightmare that I woke up from back at the party.

The door squeaked as I opened it. I climbed out of the cab, my tartan skirt flaring about my legs. I pushed them down before he saw my panties. My cheeks burned. Oh gosh, how embarrassing would it have been if he’d glimpsed those?

He pulled away from the curb, leaving me standing out on the dark street. I swallowed, glancing at the house.

Was Daddy still awake?

He must be so worried about me. Just to make sure it had been a dream, I slid my hand up my skirt. I felt so wicked for doing this right here on the street. It was in the middle of the night. No one was around. My fingers slid up beneath the panties through the leg hole. I stroked through my bush to find my vulva. I bit my lower lip. I found the folds of my pussy. I shouldn’t be doing this, but…

I felt my hymen.

I let out a sigh of relief and pulled my fingers away. It must have just been a dream. It was just a weird coincidence that I had the salty taste lingering my mouth, or that I had this buzzing pleasure rippling through me. I was a virgin. I had proof. Taking a deep breath, I marched ahead to the house. I climbed up the steps, found the front door unlocked, and entered.

The lights flicked on from the living room.

I squeaked in fright finding Daddy sitting on his recliner. He faced me, his eyes boring in on me. “You were out late,” he said, standing up. He was a tall and gentle man. His brown eyes flicked up and down my figure. It looked like he was afraid of something. “Out partying again?”

“Again?” I gasped. “I don’t know what happened, Daddy. I just woke up at this party. It’s not like me. I’m so sorry for worrying you.”

Shock rippled across his face as I threw myself at him. I hugged him tight and pressed my head into his chest.

“Delilah?” he asked. “Did you dye your hair back brown again?”

“Dye my hair? You okay, Daddy? Why would I dye my hair?”

The tingles rippled from my panties. I swallowed, feeling how strong he was. How solid. He stared down at me with a strange look in his eyes. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. He stared down my blouse. His brow furrowed even more. I glanced down, confused at what he was seeing.

“What happened to your breasts?” he asked. His hands seized them through my blouse. I gasped in shock as my daddy groped my small boobs through my blouse and bra. He squeezed them. “You lost several cup sizes. You couldn’t have been padding your bra all these years. Not the way you dress.”

“Daddy?” I asked. “You shouldn’t be touching me like that.”

He snorted. “As if every boy at your college touched you like this? Probably a few of your professors, too.”

I gasped in indignation. “I’m a virgin daddy. Honest.”

“A virgin?” he growled. He grabbed the front of my blouse. “Why are you wearing something like this? Usually, you wear something cut so low I’m surprised your tits don’t pop out. I don’t know what to do with you, Delilah.”

“Daddy?” I said and then gasped as he ripped my blouse open. Buttons popped off, bouncing off his chest. He exposed my white bra cupping my small breasts. He shook his head, shocked. “I didn’t imagine them, right? Your tits?”

“Maybe you’re just tired, Daddy,” I told him. “I’m not what you think. I’m sorry I went out to a party, but I didn’t do anything. I can prove it.”

“You can prove that you’re a virgin?” he asked. “I only caught you with two boys last year in your bedroom. All naked and writhing.”

“We were studying!” I gasped, remembering the last time I had two boys in my bedroom. Daddy had been so furious. I didn’t even think about it until he pointed out that I had the door closed and anything could have happened. But nothing had. I certainly hadn’t had a threesome with them. I hadn’t taken one of their cocks in my butt-hole and the other in my pussy.

I was a good girl.

“Prove it. Prove that you’re a virgin. I don’t know what weird game you’re playing, Delilah, but let’s see.”

“It’s embarrassing,” I said, my cheeks burning. “But, I mean, you’re my daddy. So I guess you can see.”

I drew up my skirt. Slowly. Daddy’s jaw dropped. “Jesus, are you going to flash your twat at me?”

“Just so you can see that I have a hymen,” I said, my cheeks on fire. I pulled up my skirt high enough to expose my panties. “Just tug down my underwear, and you will see. Honest, Daddy. I won’t disappoint you. I’m your good girl.”

He laughed louder, almost hysterical. I didn’t understand what was happening. What had gone on tonight? Nobody believed that I was a virgin. I messed up by going to this party and then blacking out. But I had my hymen. I just proved it. I didn’t have sex at the party with those three boys, and I didn’t have sex with a trucker, either. I didn’t suck his cock until he exploded in my mouth, and I certainly didn’t drink all his yummy cum.

Daddy fell to his knees, this bestial look on his face. I had never seen anything like it before. He was such a gentle and loving man. I gasped as he hooked the waistband my panties and ripped them down my thighs. He stared at my brown bush, his eyes narrowing.

“I half expected you to be dripping with cum,” he muttered.

I’d only dreamed the trucker fired cum into me. Right? I would be dripping if he had.

I gasped as daddy thrust his fingers against my vulva. He parted my pussy lips and peered upward. I shuddered as he brushed my hymen. He groaned, staring at my maidenhead.

“Holy shit, you are a virgin,” he said. “But… but the way you’ve acted the last two years. You practically threw it in my face.”

“Daddy, are you sure you didn’t have a nightmare? That doesn’t sound like me at all. I’m your good girl. I would never do anything dirty or filthy at all. I wouldn’t suck cocks or ride dicks or let boys spurt their cum all over my body. I would never do anything like that. You can see that, right?”

He breathed in. “Yeah, I can.” He inhaled again, a deep one. “You smell fresh. Spicy. You’ve never been used before.”

I gasped as Daddy buried his face into my pussy. The shock of pleasure raced through me as his tongue lapped at my pussy folds. He caressed my hymen, his tongue flicking up to my clit. His hand suddenly went around my waist, grabbing my rear. I trembled, clutching my skirt, staring down at him in shock.

“Daddy?” I gasped as his tongue fluttered up and down my folds.

“You’re pure,” he groaned. “You’re pure like I always wanted you to be.”

I whimpered as his tongue fluttered against me. My panties, bunched around my knees, tingled. I groaned, closing my eyes as that naughty pleasure built inside of me. The same bliss that haunted my dreams. The wicked heat that made me do such naughty things. Flashes of activities I never could have performed darted through my mind. They only fueled the fires that Daddy’s tongue stroked in my pussy.

I liked it.

Daddy’s tongue lapped and licked at my pussy. I couldn’t believe how great it felt. It was just incredible. He brushed my hymen, stroked my labia, and caressed my little clit. Sparks burst with each stroke. I had never felt anything like this in my life.

No. I never had a boy, or a girl, go down on me. Those were just dirty dreams.

I shuddered, his rough whiskers rasping against my sensitive flesh. His tongue was so hungry. He lapped up my cream, building and building that heat in me. This must be what an orgasm was. He was going to make me have one. I was going to cum. I couldn’t believe this. This was my daddy doing it, so did that make it okay?

I had to obey him. I had to be a good girl.

I shrugged out of my blouse, letting it fall to the floor. I stared down at him, my skirt bunched around my waist, almost blocking his eyes. He stared up at me with such hunger. I bit my lip, and then I reached behind me. I unhooked my bra, my shoulders shrugging the straps off. It fell away, exposing my firm, small breasts to him. He had to see that I always had small tits. I wasn’t some big-breasted whore like I was in those filthy dreams.

“You oh, Daddy, yes,” I moaned as his tongue licked and lapped at my pussy.

He danced over my hot flesh, driving me wild. I shuddered, grabbing his hair for support. I gripped him, my hips writhing from side to side. I ground on his face and savored every little licking flutter of his tongue. He did such naughty things to me. I quivered, a hot sensation building and building inside of me.

“Oh, Daddy, I think you’re going to make me cum,” I groaned. “I’ve never come before. This is so exciting. It’s almost scary.”

“Jesus, I can’t believe this is really you, Delilah,” he said. He pulled his face away from my twat, my cream dribbling down his chin. “Have the last few years just been a dream?”

“Maybe,” I said. “Because this is who I am. I’m your good girl. Your virgin. You never have to worry about me again, daddy.”

He groaned and buried his face back into my pussy. I shuddered, loving it. This wasn’t wrong because I was with Daddy. I trembled in delight as he feasted on my cherry pussy. He licked and lapped at my tart juices. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as his tongue caressed me again and again.

And then he played with that little bud. My clitoris.

I gasped as he fluttered against my clit, his tongue fluttering around it. That little nub, that Pearl nestled in the folds of my labia, burst with pleasure. I gasped, swayed. My firm titties jiggled as the pleasure rippled about me. I groaned, my hips shaking from side to side. A wonderful heat swelled inside of me. His tongue teased my bud. Then his lips sucked on it.

I gasped and bucked. “Daddy!”

He stared up at me with such hunger. Such intensity. I loved it. I never wanted him to stop looking at me that way. I held his hair, swaying. I ground my pussy against his hungry mouth. I loved the feel of him against my naughty bits.

His tongue pressed against my hymen. His fingers dug into my rump. He kneaded them, parting my butt-cheeks and making my sphincter tingle. I gasped, pushing down the memories of other dirty dreams I’d had. I would never do anything back there. Not in a million, billion years. I would always be Daddy’s good girl.

His cherry daughter.

He sucked on my clit hard. I gasped at the feel of his lips wrapped about my bud again. It was incredible. I quivered and moaned, my little titties jiggling. The pressure built and built. I couldn’t take much more of this. I squeezed my eyes shut, little stars twinkling in the darkness. I whimpered. Groaned.

I came for the first time ever.

My pussy convulsed. I felt a spasming deep inside of me, aching to be filled by something. My virgin body trembled, my cherry juices bathing his face. I could smell my tart passion perfuming the air. I gasped as those waves of delight splashed across my mind.

“Oh, my gosh, yes!” I gasped, staring down at my daddy. “This is incredible.”

“You taste incredible, Delilah,” he growled.

His tongue licked and lapped at my folds. He gathered up all the juices overflowing out of me. It was incredible. I felt so dizzy from my climax. I shook my head, more of those waves drowning my mind. My back arched, my firm titties jiggling. Daddy held me tight as he feasted on me.

But it wasn’t enough. I swayed so much I lost my balance. Before I knew it, I was falling. I landed on my rump and then I was sprawled on my back, my legs spread. My skirt fluttered up to cover my stomach, my pussy exposed.

“You okay, Delilah?” Daddy asked, looking down at me. My juices adorn his lips and chin.

“I’m fine, Daddy,” I said. “My, oh my, that was incredible. I can’t believe how amazing that felt.”

“I know,” he groaned. “Fuck, I can’t help myself. I’m sorry, Delilah.”

“For what?” I asked as Daddy fumbled at his belt.

I gasped at the rustle of his jeans. He shoved them down in a flash. His cock popped out of his boxers a heartbeat later. It was the first one I’d ever seen. Those ones in the dreams didn’t count. I stared at my Daddy’s cock in shock. It thrust out thick and long from his dark pubic hair. He moved over me, his heavy balls swaying beneath him. I gasped as I realized what he was going to do. A wave of fear washed through me.

I had to be a virgin. But also to be a good girl. And that meant obeying my daddy.

“Delilah,” he growled, placing the tip of his cock against my virgin flesh. I gasped as he brushed my clit, sparks bursting from my nub. Then he slid it lower. “I’m sorry, you’re just so sexy. I miss your mama. You look just like her. You’re not that whorish daughter any longer. You’re pure. Like she was.”

“Daddy!” I gasped I felt his cock pressing on my hymen.

My cherry stretched and stretched as he pressed forward. He growled like a hungry beast. My normally gentle daddy transformed into something fierce and passionate. I gasped as he ran toward hard. My hymen didn’t stand a chance. It popped, a sharp pain followed by an intense heat driving into my depths. My eyes widened as I felt my daddy’s cock filling my newly deflowered pussy.

His balls smacked into me.

I gasped, clenching around him. He was all the way in me. I shuddered beneath him, wiggling my hips. I stared him around while I stared up at him in awe. It was incredible. It felt so right. I know I should be a virgin forever, but this was my Daddy. He fit me perfectly. My pussy squeezed around him, savoring the feel of his girth. He groaned, staring at me with these burning eyes.

He kissed me.

I tasted my tart juices on his lips as he drew back his cock. I whimpered into his mouth, my nipples rubbing into his t-shirt. I felt his chest through the cotton fabric, his manly strength. I quivered, my pussy clinging to his withdrawing cock. The friction felt incredible, igniting something inside of me.

A fire that would consume me. An orgasm that would be even better than the one he gave me just moments ago.

He slammed back into my deflowered depths. I groaned, squeezing around him. My naughty pussy welcomed him. My arms and legs wrapped around his body, holding him tight as I groaned into the kiss. I savored my tart passion on his lips as his tongue thrust into my mouth. He claimed my mouth like his cock claimed my pussy.

I trembled in delight as he pumped away at me. Our bodies moved and heaved together. It was wonderful. His cock buried into me over and over, his balls smacking into my flesh. Against the bottom slopes of my butt-cheeks and that strip of flesh between my pussy in my asshole.

My taint. That was what they called it in those filthy dreams.

Daddy’s balls smacked into my taint over and over. He drove his cock hard into me. I gripped his torso, my arms and thighs were both wrapped around him. I held him tight as my fingernails clawed at his back. He stirred such passion in me. I wasn’t a virgin any longer. My daddy had claimed me.

I was his.

I broke the kiss and moaned, “Yes, yes, I love you, Daddy!”

“My little girl,” he growled as he nuzzled into my ear. He nibbled on it, sending tingles racing through me. My pussy clamped down on his cock, increasing the friction.

Increasing the pleasure.

My nipples throbbed against his muscular chest through his shirt. I whimpered and groaned as he kissed down my neck. His whiskers rasped against my sensitive flesh as he kissed and nibbled on me. I groaned, his every thrust bringing me closer and closer to that wonderful rapture.

My first orgasm.

I was so eager for it. I hungered for my climax. I wanted to feel his cock slamming into me and taking me to that wonderful rapture. I knew it would be incredible. A moment of pure bliss. I humped against him, grinding my clit against his pubic mound. Sparks flared inside of me.

I savored every moment of it.

“Yes, yes, Daddy!” I moaned. “Oh, Daddy, I love your cock in me. Am I being a good girl?”

“Yes!” he growled. He thrust harder, driving that dick so deep into me. “You’re finally my good girl, Delilah.”

That made me shudder. My pussy clamped down hard on his dick, clutching to him as he drew back. He slammed back in, my twat welcoming him. So incredible. His pubic bone ground against my clitoris, little sparks bursting from it every time. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering. I was so close to exploding.

So close to that moment of rapture.

He drove so hard into me. So deep into me. That wonderful cock filled me again and again. I whimpered, clutching to him. I shuddered, my hips dancing from side to side. I stirred my cunt around him.

“Daddy! Daddy!” I moaned. “It’s about to happen. I’m about to have my first orgasm.”

“Didn’t you cum when I ate you out?”

“Wasn’t that a dream?” I gasped. “I don’t care, just keep driving your big dick into me. Oh, Daddy, I love you!”

I came.

My pussy writhed and spasmed about his cock. That wonderful pleasure rushed through me. It rippled up my body and splashed across my mind. Euphoria drowned me. I bucked beneath him, my cunt spasming wildly about his girth.

My pussy climaxed and writhed around his dick. I trembled in delight every time he rammed into me. He thrust harder, grunting. He lifted his head, staring down into my eyes. His were so brown and burning with his passion. He hammered my convulsing twat, sending new and fresh waves of bliss sweeping through my body.

“Daddy!” I squealed.

I kept cumming and cumming on his dick. It was amazing. My orgasms flooded one after the other through my body. This rush of naughty, incestuous delight surged through me. He buried hard in my pussy, his dick stirring me up. It was incredible. I trembled beneath him, squeezing tight around him. So much rapture consumed me. I wanted to keep experiencing this.

I wanted to keep drowning in ecstasy.

But I also wanted something else. Something that only my Daddy could give me. “Daddy! You have to cum in me. Flood my pussy.”

“Oh, God,” he groaned. His face twisted as he slammed his dick deep in me.

His cum fired into me.

I gasped as I felt him spurting over and over into me. I quivered on the floor, the carpet rasping beneath my back and rump. I shuddered beneath him, my nipples kissing his chest and his curly hairs. Such pleasure shot through my body.

Waves swept through me. Each one started by that hot cum splashing against my cervix. Over and over, more and more of my daddy’s incestuous seed flooded me. He filled me to the brim. I quivered, just swimming in it. I groaned, so happy that I could drown in jizz.

His jizz.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I gasped as the strongest wave yet swept through me.

Ecstasy drowned my mind. My thoughts swirled in eddies of rapture. I bucked and trembled beneath him as I milked his dick dry. I savored every drop of his cum. It felt so special to take all of him. He was my daddy. I loved them so much. I nuzzled my nose against his, cooing in delight.

“Delilah,” he groaned. “Oh, God, what did I just do?”

He pulled away of me, his cock ripping out of my cunt’s embrace. I gasped as his cock left me. I was suddenly so empty again. He stood up, his cock swaying before him. He gleamed with my juices, proof that I wasn’t a virgin any longer.

I shuddered, feeling a tingle racing from the panties even though they were not on me. It surged across the floor and hit my body. My pussy felt electrified. I gasped and groaned as Daddy shook his head.

“I can’t believe I just fucked you,” he groaned. “You’re my daughter. You were a virgin.”

I shuddered as the tingle finished rippling through my pussy. “Daddy, I’m still a virgin.”

“God, I just fucked you. You can’t be a virgin.” He shook his hard cock at me. His dick glistened with strange juices. It wasn’t water on him, so what was it?

“Daddy, see,” I said. I reached down and parted my pussy lips. “There’s my hymen. I’m still your pure daughter.”

He blinked in shock. He leaned down, witnessing my maidenhead.

“See, you can never spoil me. You can never make me impure. I will always be your virgin.” I sat up, smiling at him. I grabbed his cock, smelling something tart and delicious on him. “I’ll always love you, Daddy!”

I opened my lips wide and sucked his dick into my mouth. I nursed on him, my cheeks hollowing. It was such a bad thing to do. It was naughty, but this was my daddy’s dick. His cock was dirty with something, and I just wanted to clean him up. The liquid tasted amazing.

I remembered the strangest dream of him fucking me, and I almost could believe that I was tasting my pussy juices on his shaft.

It did have the same tart flavor that I sometimes smelled when I felt naughty.

My virgin pussy clenched as I nursed on him. He groaned, staring down at me with this look of shock on his face. I bobbed my head up and down his dick. My lips sealed tight about his shaft. He throbbed in my mouth.

“You really are a virgin again,” he groaned. “How is that possible?”

I popped my mouth off his dick and giggled. “By not having sex, Daddy. You really are silly.”

I sucked his cock back into my mouth. He groaned, throbbing in me. He stared down at me, his hand stroking my hair. I liked that. It made me feel so naughty as I nursed on him. I bobbed my head, sliding my mouth up and down his dick. I worked it around inside of me, rubbing against the roof of my mouth and the side of my cheeks.

I guessed those dirty dreams I sometimes had could be useful. They were for teaching me how to clean my daddy’s cock.

“Damn,” he groaned. “This is like a dream. But better. You keep becoming a virgin. You keep staying pure. I could fuck you on your hands and knees, and you would go back to being my virgin daughter again.”

I popped my mouth off his dick and stared up at him. “Would you…? Would you like to fuck me like that?” My cheeks burned as this virginal heat burst inside of my pussy. “I mean… I’m a good girl. If you need me to do it, I will. Right now.”

“God help me, I do,” he groaned. “I just want to fuck you while you’re kneeling there. I can’t believe I get to pop your cherry again.”

Again? He could be such a silly man.

“I do anything for you, daddy,” I said, turning around. I knelt there, wiggling my rump at him. I felt so wicked and wanton. Like that dirty girl from my dreams. She had big tits and blonde hair. Nothing like me.

Daddy groaned. I felt his eyes running up and down my body. It made me tingle. I licked my lips, swallowing. Then I gasped as I felt his hand on my right butt-cheek. He gripped me, squeezing. Then he pressed his cock against my pussy. Right against my virgin flesh. I shuddered, feeling so hot and naughty. I had this wicked ache inside of me.

I think I needed an orgasm to satiate it. My first.

“Damn, I can feel it,” he said. He pressed his cock a little harder against my hymen. I felt my membrane stretching. “You know how amazing this feels, Delilah? Do you enjoy your pure body?”

“Does it make you happy, daddy?” I asked.

“So very much.”

I smiled in delight. “Then it makes me happy, too. Come on, Daddy, you can have it. My virginity. I love you!”

Daddy thrust.

I groaned as I felt my cherry stretching and stretching and stretching and then it popped.

I gasped as daddy slid his cock into me for the first time. I groaned as he stretched out my twat. My flesh expanded around his shaft then his balls smacked into my clit. I gasped as sparks of pleasure burst through me. My small breasts jiggled.

My fingers clenched against the soft carpet. I groaned as Daddy drew back. I found myself rocking back, not wanting to let any of his cock escape me. But he kept sliding out of me. More and more of his dick left me until only his tip remained.

And then he thrust back into me. He filled me again, rocking me forward.

I whimpered, my brown hair swaying about my face. My hips wiggled, stirring my deflowered pussy around his girth. It was incredible. His cock felt so wonderful. So amazing. He groaned and gasped, fucking me hard. He pounded me. I whimpered, savoring every second of it. He thrust so hard into me. So fast.

He must love how I feel.

“Delilah!” He groaned. “Oh, god, Delilah, you feel amazing!”

I beamed in delight. I was so glad I could make him feel amazing. “You feel wonderful in me, too, Daddy! Oh, yes, yes!”

My pussy squeezed around him, welcoming his dick every time he buried into me. Little waves of delight washed through me, and I just knew something impressive would happen. I would have a true delight when my daddy came in me. I groaned, savoring every moment of this. Every hot plunge of his dick thrusting into me. He fucked me hard. He filled me up. It was incredible.

How much more of this bliss could I take? I didn’t know.

“Dad?” a new voice groaned.

I gasped, looking up to see my older brother, Billy, standing at the entrance of the living room. He wore merely a pair of boxers, his body young and muscular, his hair same shade of brown as mine. He rubbed his eyes like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Daddy groaned, holding me tight, his dick buried to the hilt in me.

He wasn’t fucking me any longer.

I gasped, wiggling my hips around his shaft, stirring him up. I wanted him to pump his cock in and out of me.

“Jesus, you’re fucking Delilah?” my brother gasped. “I knew she was a whore but—”

“Your sister isn’t a whore!” Daddy roared. “She’s a good girl. She’s just helping me out. I can’t stop myself. She’s so much like your mother.”

“Damn,” Billy said. “If you to fuck her, why not me? I had to suffer from her flaunting around the house, showing off those big tits of hers, like she was teasing me to fuck her. Why don’t I just shove my cock into her mouth right now? Huh? I mean, if you don’t share her Dad…”

His threat hung in the air.

“Don’t say anything about what I’m doing, please,” Daddy gasped. He shifted. “Uh… maybe you could fuck her mouth.”

“I’ll do it, Billy,” I said to my brother, “I’ll do it for Daddy. I’m a good girl.”

I shuddered as Billy shoved down his boxers. His dick flopped out, as hard as Daddy’s. A naughty ripple ran through me as I stared at it. Then I gasped as Daddy started fucking me again. He pumped his cock in and out of me as Billy brought his dick closer to my mouth. I opened wide and swallowed my brother’s dick. I was a good girl. I was just helping out my family. I loved my daddy and my brother.

I wanted them both to be happy.

I sucked hard on Billy’s cock. He groaned, grabbing my hair. He slammed his dick deep into me, fucking my mouth like Daddy fucked my pussy. Both their cocks were pumping in and out of me. I felt spit-roasted on them.

This naughty, incestuous rush ran through me. My orgasm built faster and faster as I sucked on Billy’s dick. My pussy squeezed down on Daddy’s cock. I wiggled my hips, stirring him up inside of me. I rocked between them, working my mouth up and down Billy’s thrusting cock while Daddy pumped his dick in and out of my pussy.

They were both using me. Fucking me. I was making them both happy.

I sucked as hard as I could on Billy’s dick. He groaned, his muscular chest rippling above me. Drool ran down my chin. The taste of his precum filled my mouth. That was what it was called, right? I seem to remember hearing it in my naughty dreams. I shuddered, my hips wiggling back and forth, stirring Daddy’s dick around inside me.

They were both grunting. Growling.

“Suck my cock, little whore,” Billy groaned.

“She’s not a whore!” Daddy growled, slamming his dick hard and deep into my cunt. “She’s your loving, little sister. Respect her.”

“Sure,” Billy groaned. “Goddamn, I’ve wanted you to suck my cock for so long, Delilah. Fuck, I got to explode in your mouth.”

I sucked harder, wanting them both to explode. I wanted both my brother and my daddy to be so happy. To fill amazing. I squeezed my deflowered pussy around daddy’s thrusting dick. He groaned, his heavy balls smacking into my clitoris. Delicious sparks burst from it. My orgasm came closer and closer.

I was going to cum pleasing both of them.

I squeezed my eyes shut, rocking between them. They both used me. Fucked me. Billy held my hair as he groaned. He drove his cock farther and farther down my throat. His dick slammed down my esophagus. Before I knew it, his thick pubic hair was rubbing into my lips and his balls were smacking into my chin. He groaned in delight.

“You can deep-throat a cock, slut,” he growled.

“She is not a slut!” Daddy howled as he buried his dick in me.

I came.

My pussy quivered around daddy’s dick. It rippled and writhed. I squealed around Billy’s cock. I sucked hard as Daddy rammed into me. Waves of delight washed out of my pussy. Sparks burst before my eyes.

The pleasure was stupendous.

My pussy convulsed and spasmed around Daddy’s big dick. He slammed hard into me. He thrust into my depths and sent new waves of delight rippling through my body. I groaned, whimpering about my brother’s big dick as he drove it down my throat. His balls smacked into my chin.

Stars burst across my eyes.

“God fucking damn, I love the way she moans,” my brother groaned. “I can’t take much more of this.”

“You got to try her pussy,” groaned Daddy. “Damn, she’s great. So tight and juicy. It’s the second time I fucked her deflowered cunt. Can’t wait to pop your cherry again.”

My brother groaned. My daddy growled. They both erupted.

Hot cum splashed against my cervix and spurted into the back of my throat. The jizz filled my pussy and mouth. I gulped down my brother’s salty load while my pussy milked Daddy’s balls dry. I made them both happy.

I came harder.

The pleasure drowned my mind. This was so amazing. I sucked down the jizz. I gulped down my brother’s incestuous seed while Daddy filled my pussy with his hot jizz. He soiled me with his cum. I groaned, my mind melting.

The darkness swelled and swirled across my vision. My orgasm intensified so much, I couldn’t think. I was just a quivering ball of flesh pleasing the men of my family. I felt myself drifting. Floating. Tingles raced through me as I shuddered.

I didn’t know how long I felt amazing.

I felt like I was on my side, my pussy and mouth both suddenly empty. The pleasure began to dwindle. I had just blown my brother and daddy. The tingles intensified around my pussy, cleansing me. I was becoming pure.

My eyes fluttered open. The naughty dream I was having faded away. It was so wicked of me to imagine that I had sucked on my brother’s cock while Daddy fucked me hard from behind.

“Go ahead, give her pussy a try,” Daddy was saying. “She’ll love it.”

“No offense, Dad, I don’t exactly want your sloppy seconds,” Billy said.

“Oh, you’ll find that she’s pure. She’s a virgin, aren’t you, Delilah?”

I rolled onto my back, staring up at my brother and my daddy.” I am. Always. See!”

I spread my thighs, my fingers parting my pussy lips adorned by my soft down of brown hair. I nudged my hymen. “See, no cock has ever been in me.”

“What the fuck?” groaned my brother.

Dad grinned. “See, she’ll always be my pure little girl. Enjoy her. She’ll be a virgin again when I need her.”

I beamed. “I’ll always be your virgin, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you. You’re just perfect now.”

I was.

Joy surged through me, followed by a sharp prick of pain as my brother popped my cherry and slammed his dick into my virginal depths. I shuddered, taking my first cock ever. All those other ones didn’t count.

They were only naughty dreams.

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The figure quivered with excitement. The magic was incredible. Restoring her virginity again and again and mind-controlling her into believing that she was always having her first time was intoxicating. The possibilities the panties held were amazing.

It stared down at the next pair it had prepared, full of its mischievous magic. This one was a swirl of black and white, like the pattern you’d see on a dairy cow. The figure stroked across the fabric, caressing the two words. A short phrase.

A question.

Got Milk?

The figure smiled, eager to drop off these panties. It couldn’t wait for its next mind-controlling fun to begin.

To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling Panties…

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