Mind-Control Panties

Story quaternity : Nubile exhibitionist joy

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

greenback : Thanks to shadowmansc for beta reading this !

The figure rode the escalator to the third storey of the center were small, but voguish, clothing store lay. The sort of place that nubile, coed young lady preferred to shop. Just the sorting of place the figure wanted to leave its especial panties.

No one noticed as the trope passed through the security measure detector that flanked the store 's entranceway. Nor did anyone pay care as the figure moved through the store. Though out of situation, the figure was also characterless. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the garish, tie-dyed panties in slender finger's breadth, it drew no attention. As the figure passed the display of former panties, a smile paste on its lips. Soon enough, the wild panties would attract the right on girl.

Karen Greene.

With a motion picture of its wrist, the figure deposited its special creation, leaving behind the naughty surprise that would find Thomas Young Karen.

Minutes later, after the figure had slipped out of the depot, Karen entered, her center flicking around at the clothes. She often wandered into the shop class, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with envy. Not that she 'd ever had the courage to wear anything that revealed so lots soma since she was a maid of honor for her full cousin 's wedding party. Despite her inflorescence body—her white meat were round and slender in her plain stitch bra on beneath her loose-fitting perspirer, her ramification toned, and her tail end bubbly—she did n't own the speciality to show off her chassis.

A shy daughter, she was resigned to not being noticed, just vanishing into the background.

Her green eyes flicked over the clothing while her black hair swayed about her shoulder joint. She would sigh from time to clock time, spotting a wench or a blouse or a soaked twosome of jeans with a heart sewn on the plunk for sack that she ached to fag. She wished she could come up the courage. She would get down while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweatpants. She ached to read why she feared to show off her body.

trench down she knew why. It was the boys. She did n't reckon she was gay since she did n't precisely witness boy disgusting. She just did n't want to have their care. She 'd never made the connection to her shyness, but when she was vernal, a boy named Academy Award had ripped down her doll and pantie, exposing her on the schoolyard playground. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the remembering of all those male child pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to pull back up her clothing and cover her infantile consistence.

A decennary later, the emotional scar still held her back.

She sucked in a breath when she saw the panties. They were so bright, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue imaginable, a tie-dyed chef-d'oeuvre that almost mesmerized her. Her shaky handwriting reached out to caress the cotton/polyester portmanteau. She stroked the fabric until she came across the Word of God. Each letter was a different color. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, garish purple, sun-yellow, fuchsia, teal, ruddy, and hot pink. Together they formed the word that made her shudder.

Colorful.

Tingles raced through her as she caressed each letter of the alphabet. The galvanizing thrill settled through her body, hardening her nipples and turning her puss into liquified wetness. Finally, she 'd found the courage to buy something.

She snatched up the panties and rushed up to the cash register. The salesgirl smiled and nodded. It was authorize she approved of Karen finally buying something. Neither of them noticed that nothing rang up on the register when she scanned it nor that Karen only mimed giving any money. Both, however, seemed to think a legal transaction had occurred.

The panties were slipped into a discrete, browned bag with the depot 's logo printed on the English in cunning purple. With her prize clutched before her, Karenic scurried out of the mall.

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Karenic Graham Greene

The next day, I stared at those colorful panties. I shuddered at finally finding the courageousness to buy something loathly. Something near than the plain, boring panties I always wore. No one would know, of course, but I would at to the lowest degree have made a step to escaping my shyness. I wanted to prune like the other lady friend. I did n't want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning old maid. I was nineteen. I should n't be afraid to present off a little flesh.

I hoped this would be the start.

Just so long as Academy Award or Jermaine or Brian did n't yank down my dame.

I shuddered, remembering that embarrassing day a decennium ago on the playground of my elementary school. Sometimes, it seemed like those three son had followed me as I grew up, salivating to see my naughty region again. Well, I was in college. If they tried anything, they would be in trouble.

Confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost hypnotic panties, the blending of hues merging from one fantastic tad to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the tingle raced up my legs. This electrified charge preceded the cotton panties as I pulled them higher and higher up my thighs. I groaned, my bare breasts swaying and jiggling. My mammilla puckered hard while a dissolve high temperature formed deep inside of me.

I felt so naughty as I seated the panties against my black bush. The material gripped my butt, hugging it besotted than any other twain of underclothing ever had. They rode lower on my hips than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my bush to peek out of the girdle. I shuddered, a naughty ripple rushing through me.

I would be colored today.

That meant I had to find the perfective turnout. I darted to my closet, my firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it overt, staring at the aggregation of my clothing. I had to have something that held some amount of resonance. A skittish whine groaned from me as I pawed through my closet, the wire hangers rasping against the wooden dowel. I slid article after article of clothing out of the way.

Soon, I was reaching towards the back where clothing I had n't worn in a few years hung. I gasped as I found a birthday present from my mom when I was sixteen. It was back when she 'd tried to get me to garment a bit more"your age, Karen,"as she put it. I pulled it out, staring at the pink cloth. It had hardly any arm and it had been low cut when I was two years younger. Then, my breasts were only budding.

Now ...

I pulled it over my oral sex. I gasped as the tight material caressed my peel before sliding over my breasts. Over my nipples. I groaned at the textile rubbing against my nubs, that repellant sensation rushing throughout my organic structure. My optic fluttered and my cunt clenched in abject delectation. What a tremendous sense experience. Almost as exciting as masturbation. I felt succus soaking my colorful panty as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my venter. It left a few inches of peel exposed and my nipples clearly stood out.

It was such a bold affair to wear.

I loved it.

"Now to notice the perfective skirt,"I said, racking my brain for one.

After a moment, an idea struck me. I had a bridal wearing apparel that I had to have on for my cousin 's wedding last yr. The skirt was so short. I 'd almost fainted when I had to wear it. And who had ever heard of a nuptial garb that came in two man ?

My cousin was weird.

Her marriage ceremony attire had shown off so a great deal of her flesh, her large breasts almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my outfit. The wench was in the garment bag buried in my cupboard. The light-green skirt would seem so sexy with its satin play attracting as a great deal attention as my top.

I found the garment bag and unzipped it, unveiling the lean turnout held inside. I beamed as I pulled it out, reveling in the way the bird had this sleek look to it. It was clearly made of satin, something too fine to normally outwear to college. I wanted to be bold. Colorful. I wanted everyone to look at me.

A giddy billow rippled through me, an wire tingle rushing out of my slit as I stepped into the chick. The textile rustled as I drew it up my second joint, my boobs jiggling in my tight top. I groaned as I drew the fabric over my panties. It was such a shame to shroud those colored delights.

Now ready for school, I grabbed my black backpack. Ugh, it was so drab. I hated pulling it on. My purse was n't any respectable. Why did I choose one in such an vile spectre of Robert Brown ?

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my skirt swirling about my thigh, my breasts bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hallway and rushed down them towards the front door. My mother peeked out of the life room, wrapped up in a purple housecoat. She said,"Karen ... My, that 's, um ... an interesting outfit."

"Is n't it ?"I asked, giving my mother a big grin.

"What has gotten into you ?"she asked as I wrenched open the front door.

"I just want to be bold face. To finally drop my cocoon."

"well, I 'm sword lily. I was getting a footling worried about you."

I beamed at my mother as I stepped out the door and slammed it behind me.

My puss tingled with such excitement as I strolled to my college. I did n't rush forward with my berm slumped, my weapon system almost hugging me as if I did n't desire the qualifying gondola and bicyclists to notice me. That I did n't want the other footer to realize I was sharing the pavement with them.

Today, I sauntered with my back straightaway. I was practically thrusting my round of drinks, firm titty out before me. They bounced while my satin skirt swirled around my thigh. The green fabric had a marvelous play, almost rippling with varying chromaticity of emerald. My black tomentum danced about my facial expression, my backpack bouncing and my handbag vacillation. I had such a jaunt to my step.

"Damn, is that you, Karen ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a side street. He was a tall guy was curt, brown hair. I smiled at his powerful habitus, his shoulder broad. He was on the football squad, his Chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

He whistled. A racy tingle ran through me. It was so hot that he noticed how colorful I was today.

I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his oculus tracking the flowing movement of my bird. My pitch-dark hair bounced about my shoulders, brushing my sick skin and the pink fabric of my blouse. My nipples tingled, gamey jolts and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My poor pantie were just so wet.

It made me feel so wicked and risque.

A component part of me just wanted to flip up my chick him how sexy my step-in were. The pulsation grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the presence door and shuddered as other boys noticed me.

Jermaine 's jaw dropped as I passed him. The tall, black guy rubbed his big, colored hands together. The sun glinted off his shape-smooth heading."Goddamn."

I beamed.

"Is that Karen Greene ?"Brian asked, a guy with shaggy, blond hair who stood succeeding to Jermaine."The shtup happened to her ?"

"I do n't know,"Jermaine said."But I like it."

"Uh-huh,"Oscar grunted as he joined them.

I rushed up the cement steps to the battlefront threshold, my dame swirling. This was the clock time. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my mitt casually grabbed the fabric of my chick. I gave it a quick jerk, making the textile flare up seemingly on its own. For a brief indorse, my tie-dyed panties flashed for all the world to see, those colorful letters on video display. The guys groaned while I smiled in delight.

My skirt settled down around me as I vanished inside the doors. I ached to touch myself.

All the son were staring at me during the day. I loved their tending. But as the classes went by, their spirit and hungry gazes started to dwindle down. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was coloured, but, honestly, it was only two different subtlety. garden pink and light-green were sex, but my hairsbreadth was such a bland black, my purse was brown, and my knapsack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after classes were over.

After quickly masturbating my juicy pussy to a mind-numbing orgasm in the girl'bathroom, I headed to the shopping mall, back to the store that gave me the courage finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new skirts. I needed accessories.

The one thing I did n't call for was new panties. I would launder these tonight and defecate for certain they were fresh and set up for tomorrow.

I swept through the memory board like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her know I was using the credit circuit board she 'd given me for emergencies. I told her I was buying a new wardrobe, and she was thrilled. She told me not to care about spending too lots, but to make myself happy. She was such an awesome mom.

I was so glad that she understood I needed to be colorful.

When I got place with my new provision, I was so wet. I threw all my new clothes on my bed, spilling out all the colorful fabric across my sheets. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my pussy to another sexual climax as I buried my face into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the fabric while stroking my fingers up and down my panties, pressing the material into my virgin twat.

My juices soaked through my step-in. They coated my fingers. I screamed out my climax into the bra, cumming in simple moment. I was just so excited for tomorrow.

I had difficulty sleeping that night. I was just so excited. I was energized. I had thrown my scanty in the wash drawing before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the drier so they 'd be ready for me in the sunup. Since I was bursting with energy, I decided to take the time to get my hairsbreadth done. inkiness would n't do at all.

I needed to be colorful.

offset, I had to bleach my locks. It took two soaks with the H peroxide to get my hair light enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the right hand half a bright cotton-candy blue. The lead slope I made cherry-red. Such a bright and unnatural specter. They looked so stimulate together as they tumbled around my blanch boldness. So much bettor than that drab, rude hue.

I had to be colorful for all the boys.

By the time my hair was dry, my alarm system clock was going off. I was eager for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red pilus into counterpart pigtails. They fell down to my shoulder in gloam of bright mantrap. I loved it. I grabbed my new clothing, starting with a green bra that I had rubbed against my face as I masturbated to my wonderful orgasm. I slipped it on and settled my youthful knocker into the cups.

I was giddy with excitement as I seized the bright-yellow crop top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchy cloth leaving my midriff bare. It was so low cut it showed off the strap of my bra and the acme of the cups. The colors were so wonderful to show off. hum, I stepped into my tie-dyed step-in, drawing them up as that frisson rippled through me. I could n't help but stimulate my rump at my mirror, reading the alphabetic character despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my pussy already soaking my pitiful scanty. I grabbed my new skirt, a deep, rich plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my stage. It hung low on my hips, showing off the top my panties to anyone, allowing the wow of colors to be seen. Next, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-high socks. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embrace. Those donned, I could n't help but ricochet around my elbow room. I was bright and vibrant.

Everyone would notice me.

I snagged my backpack, a garish orange, and my new purse that was a toothsome shade of teal. I slid my fundament into a dyad of deep, orange red heels before darting out of my bedchamber. I rushed down the stairs, my bluff tomentum dancing about my fount. I felt so excited. My breasts heaved in my new bra and in my low-cut top. I reached the backside and darted for the front end door.

"Oh, my gosh, Karenic,"Mom said from the living room, wearing the like oil production, purple home robe as yesterday. It was only one colouring material. How dull."You really went ... all out."

"I 'm just so happy,"I said, wrenching open the look threshold."All the boys are going to notice me today."

"I think NASA will observe you from space on their planet,"Mom said."Well, I 'm beaming to see you out of that shy stage. Have fun at college."

"I will,"I called and then darted up the room access and rushed to the sidewalk.

I skipped to my college. My pigtails bounced. My titty bounced. My bird bounced.

The material swayed back and forth, flashing glimpses of my pantie. It was so short that it would take about zip to get a peek at the tie-dyed joy beneath. I turned so many heads with my vibrant display. Drivers watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. Guys groaned at the vision of me, their eyes following the forward motion of my young and nubile body.

"roll in the hay me,"groaned Oscar when he intercepted me."Karen, wow. You look ... electrifying."

I beamed at him."Why thank you. You do n't think it 's too a good deal ?"

He shook his head, his sass half open.

I felt his eye on me all the way to my school. He could n't look away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulders, my packsack bouncing on my spinal column, my boob heaving. They wanted to escape my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. More and more boys were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a friendly guy with glasses, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another groan, his hired hand rubbing across his shaved-bald point. Brian shook his shaggy mane of hair's-breadth as he groaned in delight.

I had their undivided attention.

My pussy was so juicy. My teat were so hard. I wanted to masturbate right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my classes, I kept my legs spread blanket so everyone can see that damp billet growing the crotch of my tight-died panties. I twirled my pigtails, twining colorful locks around my finger while I licked my violet lips.

It was also amazing. So marvellous. But, as the day wore on, I noticed the son were getting used to me. Yes, they were still looking at me, but they were n't drooling over me. They were also noticing some of the early girls. I wanted the male child'single aid.

I wore so many colouration. What could I do that was better than this ?

I thought about that as I masturbated in the john after classes. My little puff groan echoed around me as I tried to ideate the stark outfit to keep back their attending forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting twitching channel. On it was such a beautiful, young cleaning lady that made my kitty tactile property so tingly. She showed me a way I could work myself colorful.

After my coming, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's emergency brake credit bill of fare to buy the supplies. My purchases were operose, weighing me down as I rushed household, still attracting so much attention to my bold and vivacious kit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so make to transubstantiate myself.

When I got home plate, I masturbated three times just thinking about it. My wretched, lilliputian virgin pussy was just so sore. I set my consternation clock to go off super early, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in colour. A ceaseless kaleidoscope of reds, blue air, Green, pinks, yellows, Orange, purple, turquoise, sunshine, flame, pea green, atomic number 47, gold, aqua, violet, sapphire, deep red, and gloss that I did n't even know the name calling for filled my imagination. Colors that could n't exist in the real world.

The blaring tones of my alarm clock snapped me out of slumber. I bolted upright, smacked it off, and flew out of my bed. I snagged my two shopping bags, the supplying clinking inside as I darted naked out of my room. I burst into the bathroom.

I had three 60 minutes to grow myself into the most colorful girl ever.

I dumped out my supply upon the bathroom replication, the small jars of body paint rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many different hue as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the pliant scent filling my nose. The paints were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your skin. To cover you.

I shuddered as I stared at my naked signifier in the mirror. My circle breasts quivered, my pink nipples thrusting out hard. My skin was the Saame pale-beige tone with the occasional freckle and that seawall on my hip. I was all so tedious. I had to be extra.

I plunged my finger's breadth into the first shade. It was a hopeful neon green. I coated my fingerbreadth. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the contact lens. I worked it around, leaving a fun swirl.

I smiled at the feel of it on my hide, the paint coating my torso. It hugged me. My left hand darted into a bottle of rich vermilion. I scooped up a nice glob of both fingers and attacked my go out breast. I rubbed it into my flesh while a skanky shiver raced through me. I groaned as I covered my nipple in the naughty body blusher.

My smile only grew as I attacked my flesh with more of the colors. I rubbed hopeful Orange River onto my other nipple, completely covering that boring pink. My smile grew as I slathered a bright plum across my forehead and then smeared a teal delight down between my breast. My fingers grew gummy with paint. It splattered across the return as I worked in a frenzy of creation. I just let my instincts go.

I wanted to create a tableau.

I wanted my consistency to be the Sami riot of tie-dyed colors as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed brilliant scandalmongering across the backtalk of my pussy. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I 'd shaved my pussy last night. It was all gone. No nasty, pitch blackness hairsbreadth to get in the way of the marvelous yellow coating my vulva.

My clit throbbed as I bathed even it in cool paint.

I slathered pink and wild blue yonder and glittering gold on my hindquarters, working my manpower into my unfluctuating butt-cheeks to make a sinful portmanteau of colors. I worked Ag and goldenrod and a wonderfully sting umbra across my face. I coated my neck. My second joint had a dozen different shades each, blending and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soles of my feet. I strained to rub blues and yellows and reds and orangeness across my back.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my consistency from right and left, my naked white meat bouncing and heaving with every movement. They were so firm and perky, both beautiful with a tempestuous swirl of colors reaching up to my backbreaking mammilla. As the blusher dried it gripped my skin. It felt so fantastic around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colorful young lady in the public. Every boy would acknowledge me now. They would see my tight slit painted brilliantly yellow, my pull up stakes pap that marvellous subtlety of red, and my right nipple a bright orange. The mix of hues covered my breasts would attract their regard as they bounced right and left. It all mixed with the dye in my hair. Boys who saw me from prat would see my butt-cheeks wavelet and jiggling as I sauntered down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, hypnotizing them with the blend of brightly hues.

My kitty juices ran down my thighs. Luckily, the paint required scoop to come off. My kitty cream would n't melt it away. It would, however, add a delicious gleam to the kaleidoscope of hue decorating my inner thighs.

My limb were sore from the effort of coating my consistence, but I was beautiful.

The blusher was dry just in metre for me to go to my college. I grabbed my backpack and purse, wishing I had time to dye them, too. But they were just accessory. The bulk of my torso was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my painted white meat bouncing and heaving, unembellished feet smacking on the stairs. My spit licked across my lips, tasting the waxy sapidity coating them. I hit the underside of the stair and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karen, wow,"my mom said from the animation room. She was wearing that same, old, tiresome theatre robe. Purple again ? If she was only going to tire out one color at a time, she could at to the lowest degree beak a different one each day.

"I got to go to school, Mom,"I said.

"My, every boy at your college will be paying attention to you."

I grinned at her, my virgin pussy clenching."I truly hope so. Bye !"

"Have fun,"she said as I darted out the door and slammed it behind me.

I almost caused traffic accidents as I headed to my college. I was so colorful railway car were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. Brakes squealed and horns honked. Some even climbed out of their cars to stare at me in awe. footer, men and women alike, gaped at my torso. The women had such envy in their eyes, knowing they would never be as promising and colorful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their operose prick. That was how I knew I had their full attention.

"piece of ass me,"Oscar groaned when he saw me."Holy fucking shit, you are a oeuvre of art, Karen."

I grinned at him as I sauntered down the street. My stark feet smacked on the cement pavement while my hip swayed, my ass flexing and jiggling. I felt his eyes studying the swirling hues covering both my butt-cheeks.

I had such a powerful aching when I reached my college. I was so horny. More and more than boys were following me by then. heathland had to take out off his crank and wipe the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the mob, rubbing at his cock. in good order before I reached the footstep to enter my schoolhouse, I could n't take any More. I need to see proof that I was colorful.

I whirled around to fount Oscar and fell to my articulatio genus."display it to me !"

"What ?"he groaned, his brown optic wide.

I stared up at the jock and moaned,"Show me the trial impression that you find me beautiful."

It clicked in his mind. His blue jean came undone faster than a flash. He shoved them down along with a pair of boxers dotted with ticker. His cock popped out, thrusting thick from a wiry thatched roof of brown pubic hair.

I snagged Oscar 's dick in my varicoloured hand and pulled it towards my waxy lips. With a athirst growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my first ever peter. He groaned as I nursed on him, my tongue sliding around the summit, gathering the salty flavor of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Academy Award 's cock in my mouth. I sucked on his dick with such hunger, my virgin slit clenching. The hombre all moved in around me, staring at my colorful body, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my oral sex. My dyed pigtails danced around my shoulders as my head turned and rick, shifting my sassing around his putz. I rubbed the spongy tip against the roof of my mouth, my glossa, and my inner cheeks.

"Goddamn, Karen,"growled Academy Award."That 's it, suck in my shaft, you fucking whore."

"Damn, you really blossomed into a ho, did n't you ?"growled Jermaine. The Joseph Black guy stood to my right field, groping his tool through his dungaree as I worshiped Academy Award 's shaft.

"Yeah, she did,"shaggy-haired Brian said."piece of ass me, that 's hot."

"Just a beautiful sight,"moaned Heath."horseshit, I 'm about to erupt right in my jeans.

"Why thriftlessness it ?"groaned Academy Award."The slight slut wants to please us all."

A holler erupted from the gather son. They were all staring at me. Hot pussy cream trickled down my motley second joint as I took more and more of Oscar 's dick in my mouth. His crown reached the spine of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his dick. Drool ran down my Chin. I made such prankish, wanton sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my properly hand down between my second joint. I rubbed at my yellow-painted slit sassing. My boiling cream coated them as I slid my fingers through my juicy crimp. I brushed my virginal membrane, my virgin depths begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's peter, riffle of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my clit and frigged my little button. Oscar groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the coloured Strand. He fucked my mouth. I gasped, his rooster driving past my lips. I just had to sit there and let him use my mouth. He fucked his turncock in and out of my oral cavity like it was my pussy. It made my snatch so wet.

"Shit, you want it bad,"Oscar groaned."I 'm willing to establish you what you need, you bold, fiddling slut."

"Give it to her !"someone shouted from the watching crowd.

I was growing dizzy from all the watching eyes. They stared at me as I loved Oscar 's cock. I sucked harder, frigging my clit while nursing on his big dick. More and more of his salty precum coated my tongue. A preview for that creamy pleasure in his bollock. My clitoris throbbed as I rubbed it, my orgasm edifice and building in me. I moaned around his cock. I caressed the spongy pennant with my tongue as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth.

My orgasm swelled the cheer rippled around me. I was called such cruddy names.

"Wanton skank !"

"Tie-dyed woman of the street !"

"Bold slut."

"flasher THOT !"

They stared at my bouncing coxa, wiggling ass, and painted finger dancing over my aching pussy lips.

Oscar growled, his face twisting with rapture. His blunt feature of speech were burning with his love. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his cock all the way into the profundity of my mouth. And then he groaned. He let out a loud growl, his prick throbbing in my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my oral cavity.

As the salty flavor burst across my gustation buds, my pussy exploded in rapture. My finger's breadth rubbed at my clit as the joy rushed through me. Wave of ecstasy flowed through my tie-dyed body. My breasts shook as Oscar ripped his cock out of my mouth. His second flack splashed across my face as I swallowed his first-class honours degree encumbrance of jizz.

"You are such a painted bawd !"he snarled, his cum splattering across my face.

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his spunk covering my face. It ran hot down my cheeks and dribbled from my frontal bone. Some reached my rim, my tongue flicking out to savor More of that pleasant-tasting taste.

My body bucked and heaved as everyone stared at me getting painted with a new color. The one color I had n't used. egg white. It was all colouring combined in one. When you split White light in a prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my body. And the Charles Herbert Best reference for gabardine was cum. It was all so clear.

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

"I need more cum to bathe my organic structure !"I howled.

"Yes, you fucking do, ho,"snarled Jermaine.

As Oscar pulled away from me, leaving my grimace coated with his spunk, Jermaine sprang from the crowd. I shuddered as his zipper rasped and his denim'fastener popped. His dark cock appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knee joint behind me. His midst lance smacked into my painted rump. I groaned as he seized the back of my head and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

I whimpered as I felt his cock pressing into my Virgo the Virgin folds.

"Fuck me !"I moaned."Mix up your paint with my cunt. Use my body. I need you to cum on me !"

"You fucking bold trollop !"he snarled and thrust.

My maidenhead stretched and stretched before his cock. There was a shrill jab of painfulness as my cherry tree popped. I gasped as his pecker knifed into the untouched depth of my pussy. I groaned as his lightlessness shaft spread me wider and wider. My head tossed back, my dyed pigtails dancing about my face. raptus surged through me as his clod smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big hawkshaw, my vitiate flesh clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so vacuous with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me punishing. His crotch smacked into my colorful ass. The slap on flesh on material body echoed around us while all the boys cheered him on. I groaned as his orchis smacked into my clitoris over and over, labored with his boy-paint.

That wonderful cum.

"Goddamn, this trivial ho is cockeyed,"Jermaine grunted as he thrust his cock deep into my once-pure pussy.

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my lingua licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my lips."Cum on, boys, my mouth is gratis ! seminal fluid paint my organic structure in your jizz ! You want to embellish me with your mettle before the entire student body ?"

"God fucking red cent,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-haired boy fell to his articulatio genus before me, his bang rattling as he fumbled to unwrap it. Then he fished out his cock and aimed it at my mouth. I opened widely and groaned in delight as he rammed it into me.

I had a hammer in my pussy and in my rima oris. Brian grabbed my pigtails, holding tight as he fucked me with the military group of a air hammer. My slit clenched around Jermaine 's big, lightlessness dick. I rocked between them, impaled on both their peter. I was spit-roasted between them.

Such a bold matter to do. My hips wiggled, stirring my cunt around Jermaine 's pecker while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's stopcock. My butt-cheeks rippled from the cutting impact of Jermaine 's thrusts. He rammed his peter oceanic abyss and hard into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my pleasure around Brian 's dick while all the boys shouted and cheered.

"ass the petty paint slattern !"

"turd, I ca n't wait !"a guy growled."Just need to fap."

"Just make sure as shooting you cum all over her,"Oscar growled.

"coating that hot bod in spunk !"

It was wonderful. Out of the recession of my oculus, I saw pants coming undone. Cocks appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my pussy clenching around Jermaine 's big cock. His every thrust brought me closer and closelipped to orgasming, my clit drinking in the thud impact of his heavy balls. The male child were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lustfulness. They were seeing how bold face and bright and colorful I was.

I had all their attention.

"God, she 's sucking so hard,"Brian groaned."She really wants my cum."

"The little ho is desperate for it,"groaned Jermaine."Do n't worry, slut, we 'll paint your body."

"nooky yeah, we will,"a boy moaned.

And then to my unadulterated delight, hot spunk squirted from my rightfield. It splashed across my side and dribbled down to my swinging titty. The cum was so hot, it almost seared me. I savored it, loving that white pick painting my eubstance. The boy grunted, fisting his cock, squeezing out a last spurt of his seed.

"Fuck, someone got a quick-trigger,"Jermaine growled.

"This is just so hot,"the boy panted.

I agreed. So hot. So naughty.

My breasts swayed beneath me as I rocked back and Forth between Jermaine and Brian, the boy 's cum dribbling down my right tit. I loved the feel of it. The hot delectation reached my nipple, adding white to the Orange River I 'd already painted there.

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't last a lot longer. Fucking cherry kitty. The best."

"I hope you did n't ruin her for the respite of us,"someone called.

"reliance me, your slight pencil dick will palpate great in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, hold working those hips, slight ho. screwing !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left field. It splattered across my dorsum and pooled in the groove of my spikelet. My rump clenched as those brief spurts puddled hot on my skin. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing down so strong on Jermaine 's stopcock. I moaned around Brian 's dick. The pitch blackness guy thrust trench into me. His lump smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, shag !"Jermaine groaned, my ruin pussy spasming wild around him.

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old twat with hard thrusting. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his cock deep into my twat. My anatomy writhed around them, milking him. I was so eager for his cum to push through. I squealed around Brian 's pecker as the delight melted my mind.

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his cock out of my convulsing snatch. I felt so empty, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my seat. I enjoyed those hefty blasts of pearly-white jizz painting my butt-cheeks. tremendous emollient dribbled into my fling. I loved the sticky feel of his racy paint. I shuddered and groaned, my climax sweeping through me as he unloaded more and more of his punk.

"There you go, little ho,"Jermaine moaned."Just what you need."

It was.

"Fuck, ca n't ... take ..."Brian moaned."damn !"He ripped his cock out of my mouthpiece and fisted his calamus hard.

"Cum on me !"I moaned, looking at the top so he would shower down my hair.

My orgasm still rippling through me, his cock erupted. His hot spunk splashed across the cap of my head. I felt the wonderful, pearly spunk soaking my hair. I shuddered, trembling, pussy emollient running down my second joint as his slurred spunk dribbled over my forehead.

"red cent, she 's a footling lady of pleasure !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my allow hip. It ran down my thigh, hot streamlet of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more of that rattling color sprayed across my body. I rose up, my boob jiggling.

"I need to be painted here !"I shouted, cupping my tits.

I groaned as cock stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby gumshoe then unleashed spurts of hot tinder. His source splattered across my perky breasts. I groaned, my finger digging into my flesh as he coated me and all that wonderful spunk. I watched the pearly strands spill across my flesh. It dribbled down to my fingers. I massaged his seed, rubbing it across my alcoholic hammock, coating me in pearly delight.

"I need more !"I howled."I have a kitty. An asshole. Use me !"

The son cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a horde of frenzy passion. I trembled, so eagre to be painted in all their semen. heath, pushing up his glasses, was the first to grab me. He sank down on his back and yanked me atop him, his free hand holding his turncock upright. I gasped as I impaled my cunt right down his dick. My cum-coated bosom heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delight. Jizz dribbled down my physical structure, that marvelous paint. My pussy clenched around heathland 's cock.

"Gon na get me some of that ass !"Tim snarled.

I gasped as his dick nuzzled between my cum-smeared cheeks of my colored ass.

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his dick pressed against it. My slit clenched around Heath 's cock as Tim 's dick driving force into my gut. I gasped as my anal mob gap and bedcover, swallowing his dick.

"Oh, my god, yes !"I cried out."Oh, just use—"

A rooster rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three dicks in my mess. Three turncock I had to get ready to paint my physical structure in that wonderful, pure color. I trembled, sucking on the pecker in my mouth as I rose up Heath 's cock. At the same sentence, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his gumshoe over and over into my bowels. Velvety heat rippled through me while sleek delight surged out of my pussy.

Squealing around that dick in my mouth, I slammed down heathland 's cock.

"Look at the little ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his black putz glistening with my purulent juices."Damn, Karen, you 're a piddling freak."

A boldface, colorful freak.

I sucked and nurse my cock in my mouth as I rode heathland 's dick. Tim 's surd shaft pumped over and over into my asshole. The arouse pleasure flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips dancing from side to side, my SOB squeezing down on Tim 's turncock while my pussy gripped heathland 's shaft. The dual friction mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

Drool spilled over my chin as cum dribbled down my consistency. Tim 's crotch smacked into my ass as he drove his cock over and over into my bowels. I bounced on Heath 's dick, my clit throbbing every prison term I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic hair rubbing against me. The swot groaned as I worked my slit up and down his dick.

"employment that cock, little ho !"

"God damn, you fucking slut, Karen !"

"Fuck !"

Hot come splashed against my arm. It coated my shoulder and dribbled down towards my elbow. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to slosh me everywhere. My twat drank in the detrition of heath 's cock while my asshole gripped Tim 's dick as he pounded me hard. I sucked with all my might on the gumshoe in my mouth, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a fucking whore !"

Pearly jizz splattered into the back of my read/write head, coating more of my hair. It ran down the back of my cervix and dribbling over my shoulder blades. I loved the feel of the hot spunk. It coated me in that marvellous coloration. The beauty of pearly-white jizz.

My sexual climax built faster and faster. I had two turncock churning up my naughty trap while I nursed on the third. No early girlfriend was this bold. Every boy loved me. They jerked off their cocks as they lusted for me, aching to join the fun.

"Oh, shucks !"the guy fucking my backtalk gasped. He ripped his dick out of my mouth and erupted across my face.

He showered me in his cum, my pussy squeezing down on Heath 's cock. That hot spunk bathed me. It ran across my painted human body as I hurtled closer to my climax. Tim hurtle hard into me, grunting, groaning. I whimpered, my body so close to that rapture.

"Yes !"I howled."I 'm going to cum ! I 'm going to exp—"

Jermaine rammed his stopcock into my mouth, soaked in my sweet cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his lightlessness shaft. My twat squeezed around heathland 's dick as my full organic structure shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two dissimilar face. Two unlike son were painting me in their rage. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My twat convulsed around heathland 's dick. My shit spasmed around Tim 's hammering stopcock. I bucked and writhed, working my cakehole up and down both their shaft. Intense waves of ecstasy flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's putz. I moaned and whimpered, stars dancing before my oculus. My hollow writhed and convulsed on their amazing prick. I whimpered, my pelvic girdle wiggling from side to slope. My flesh milked them, bring them closer and finisher to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so a lot spunk.

exaltation drowned my mind.

"Fucking kinky slovenly woman !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your cocksucker is going raving mad around my prick. Fuck !"

He ripped out of my bastard. The first jet of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right hand on my spine. I felt the jizz running hot down my skin as more and more cat valium splashed on my flesh. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my eubstance, making me feel so gamey and wild.

My puss spasmed hard about heathland 's putz. My brain melted, my orgasm still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's dick as Tim rammed into my asshole. His cock was even thickheaded than Tim 's. He grunted, heavy orchis smacking into my flesh as he plunged into my asshole.

"nookie, fuck, fuck !"he growled. Then he ripped his pecker out of my arsehole and spurted frothy cum onto my body."Such a fuck whore !"

It was all such a blur. I do n't know how long I rode Heath 's dick, did n't do it how many stopcock had fucked my asshole and mouth, before that nerd finally erupted into my snatch. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming cunt while the boys spurted jizz on me from every position. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my pussy was getting basted with the creamy paint.

"Karen !"snarled the grind as he filled my cunt with more spirt of jizz."This is incredible !"

Still cumming, wino on this consequence, I rolled off of him. I writhed on the ground, gasping and moaning as they stood over me, jerking off their tool. Cum fired at me from every direction. They were all erupting. All splashing me in jizz. They painted punk across my skin. I rubbed it into my flesh as my orgasm rippled through me. My thinker melted in rapture.

They made me into a masterpiece.

Finally, my body was painted. I was drenched in rattling, pearly jizz. I stood up, that delicious spunk drying on my colorful body. I sauntered forward, my boobs quiver and my ass swaying. The crowd parted for me, and I marched into the college bold as nookie. I did n't deal. Everyone could see me. Everyone could see how well I stood out.

I had a vast grin on my look as every boy paid aid to me all day. Even the teacher. Every man who witnessed me gained concentrated hawkshaw that needed relief. Luckily, there was always a new spot of my body that needed to be painted. Unlike the body paint, cum did n't final long.

I was going to have to be a busy, occupy little girl to stay colorful.

Good thing the rewards were deserving it. I could n't hold off. Smiling, I spotted a dick that needed my tending."Pussy, shit, or mouth ?"

The guy grinned.

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The figure chuckled. The in style pair of panty was a smashing success. The figure had no thought the latest couplet would go over so well. It glanced down at the newest panties lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this duet was subdued.

inkiness, a bit of lacing around the cincture, and two quarrel printed across the backside in big, bold, white letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one more addition. The figure stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the pussy giving access to the wearer 's slit. The public figure smiled. Where would be the topper spot to give these panties ? The design chuckled again as the perfect bit clicked in its mind.

insurrection, the frame snatched up its macrocosm and left its workshop behind.

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