Mind-Control Panties 12

Virgin Cherry Delight

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 nondescript. 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.