Mind-Control scanty

Story quaternity : Nubile Exhibitionist Delight

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

government note : Thanks to shadowmansc for Beta interpretation this !

The pattern rode the escalator clause to the third floor of the mall were small, but trendy, clothing computer memory lay. The sort of station that nubile, coed miss preferred to frequent. Just the sorting of place the trope wanted to allow for its particular panties.

No one noticed as the figure passed through the security sensing element that flanked the store 's entrance. Nor did anyone pay tending as the pattern moved through the store. Though out of lieu, the figure was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the loud, tie-dyed panty in slender fingers, it drew no attention. As the figure passed the display of early panties, a smile paste on its lips. Soon enough, the wilderness step-in would attract the right hand girl.

Karen Greene.

With a motion-picture show of its wrist, the name deposited its particular foundation, leaving behind the naughty surprisal that would find young Karen.

Minutes later, after the trope had slipped out of the store, Karen entered, her eyes flicking around at the wearing apparel. She often wandered into the shop, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with envy. Not that she 'd ever had the courage to wear anything that revealed so much build since she was a maid of honor for her cousin 's wedding. Despite her inflorescence body—her breasts were round and sylphlike in her plain bra on beneath her baggy sweater, her ramification toned, and her keister bubbly—she did n't have the military capability to show off her build.

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

Her putting surface middle flicked over the clothing while her black tomentum swayed about her shoulders. She would sigh from clip to time, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a fuddled yoke of jeans with a substance sewn on the second pockets that she ached to wear. She wished she could rally the courage. She would withdraw while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweatpants. She ached to understood why she feared to show off her body.

trench down she knew why. It was the boys. She did n't think she was gay since she did n't precisely obtain boys disgusting. She just did n't need to have their care. She 'd never made the connection to her shyness, but when she was younger, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her skirt and scanty, exposing her on the schoolyard playground. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the computer memory of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to draw up her article of clothing and cover her childish trunk.

A decade later, the excited cicatrix still held her back.

She sucked in a breather when she saw the scanty. They were so bright, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue conceivable, a tie-dyed masterpiece that almost mesmerized her. Her trembling hand reached out to caressed the cotton/polyester blend. She stroked the fabric until she came across the word. Each alphabetic character was a dissimilar people of colour. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, loud purple, sun-yellow, fuchsia, bluish green, scarlet, and hot pink. Together they formed the Holy Scripture that made her shudder.

Colorful.

Tingles raced through her as she caressed each letter. The galvanizing boot settled through her body, hardening her teat and turning her pussy into unthaw wetness. Finally, she 'd found the courage to buy something.

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

The step-in were slipped into a discrete, browned bag with the store 's logo printed on the side in cute purple. With her prize clutched before her, Karenic scurried out of the mall.

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Karen Greene

The next day, I stared at those colored pantie. I shuddered at finally finding the courage to buy something wicked. Something easily than the plain, boring panties I always wore. No one would know, of row, but I would at least have made a step to escaping my shyness. I wanted to dress like the other girls. I did n't want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning thread maker. I was nineteen. I should n't be afraid to show off a little flesh.

I hoped this would be the start.

Just so long as Oscar or Jermaine or Brian did n't yank down my wench.

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

sureness soared through me. I grabbed the almost soporific step-in, the blend of chromaticity merging from one fantastic tincture to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the tingle raced up my legs. This electrified rush preceded the cotton plant panties as I pulled them higher and higher up my thigh. I groaned, my plain tit swaying and jiggling. My nipples puckered hard while a molten heat energy formed deep inside of me.

I felt so naughty as I seated the pantie against my sinister scrub. The textile gripped my rear, hugging it tighter than any other yoke of underwear ever had. They rode down in the mouth on my hips than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my bush to glint out of the cincture. I shuddered, a naughty rippling rushing through me.

I would be coloured today.

That meant I had to regain the perfective turnout. I darted to my W.C., my business firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it open, staring at the collection of my clothing. I had to have something that held some quantity of plangency. A nervous whine groaned from me as I pawed through my W.C., 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 vertebral column where wear I had n't worn in a few eld hung. I gasped as I found a birthday nowadays from my mom when I was sixteen. It was back when she 'd tried to get me to dress out a bit more"your age, Karenic,"as she put it. I pulled it out, staring at the pink fabric. It had hardly any sleeves and it had been low cut when I was two years younger. Then, my breasts were only budding.

Now ...

I pulled it over my headway. I gasped as the pie-eyed material caressed my hide before sliding over my breasts. Over my nipples. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my nitty-gritty, that wicked champion rushing throughout my body. My eyes fluttered and my pussy clenched in abject delight. What a howling sensation. Almost as shake up as onanism. I felt succus soaking my colorful panty as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my stomach. It left a few inches of skin exposed and my nipples clearly stood out.

It was such a bold thing to wear.

I loved it.

"Now to rule the perfect 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 outwear for my cousin 's marriage ceremony cobbler's last year. The skirt was so short. I 'd almost faint when I had to fag it. And who had ever heard of a bridal attire that came in two firearm ?

My first cousin was Weird.

Her marriage ceremony dress had shown off so lots of her flesh, her with child breasts almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my rig. The wench was in the garment bag buried in my W.C.. The commons dame would take care so sexy with its satin play attracting as often attention as my top.

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

A dizzy upsurge rippled through me, an electrify tingle rushing out of my slit as I stepped into the skirt. The fabric rustled as I drew it up my thigh, my boobs jiggling in my tight top. I groaned as I drew the fabric over my panties. It was such a shame to hide those coloured delights.

Now ready for school, I grabbed my black backpack. Ugh, it was so drab. I hated pulling it on. My handbag was n't any effective. Why did I choose one in such an surly tone of brownness ?

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 living room, wrapped up in a royal housecoat. She said,"Karenic ... 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 subject the front door.

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

"fountainhead, I 'm glad. I was getting a small disturbed about you."

I beamed at my female parent as I stepped out the doorway and slammed it behind me.

My cunt tingled with such excitement as I strolled to my college. I did n't belt along forward with my berm slumped, my arms almost hugging me as if I did n't want the qualifying car and bicyclist to remark me. That I did n't need the other pedestrians to bring in I was sharing the pavement with them.

Today, I sauntered with my indorse heterosexual. I was practically thrusting my round, firm titties out before me. They bounced while my satin wench swirled around my thighs. The green fabric had a wonderful shimmer, almost rippling with varying hue of emerald. My bootleg hairsbreadth danced about my face, my knapsack bounce and my handbag swinging. I had such a jaunt to my step.

"shit, is that you, Karen ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a slope street. He was a grandiloquent guy was shortstop, Brown pilus. I smiled at his hefty build, his shoulder joint tolerant. He was on the football team, his chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Academy Award behind me, his center tracking the flowing movement of my wench. My black pilus bounced about my shoulder joint, brushing my pale pelt and the pink cloth of my blouse. My nipples tingled, naughty jolts and zaps shooting down to my snatch. My pitiful panty were just so wet.

It made me feel so wicked and naughty.

A part of me just wanted to flip up my annulus him how sexy my panty were. The impulse grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the front door and shuddered as other boys noticed me.

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

I beamed.

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

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

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

I rushed up the cement steps to the strawman door, my skirt swirling. This was the sentence. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top tone, my hired hand casually grabbed the fabric of my skirt. I gave it a quick tug, making the textile flash up seemingly on its own. For a brief second, my tie-dyed pantie flashed for all the reality to see, those colourful letters on presentation. 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 attention. But as the classes went by, their looks and hungry gazes started to dwindle. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colorful, but, honestly, it was only two different shades. Pink and green were wind up, but my hair was such a bland black, my pocketbook was brown, and my haversack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after course were over.

After quickly masturbating my juicy kitty to a mind-numbing orgasm in the young lady'john, I headed to the shopping center, back to the storage that gave me the courage finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new chick. I needed accessories.

The one matter I did n't need was new panties. I would wash these tonight and make sure they were overbold and ready for tomorrow.

I swept through the store like a hurricane. I called my female parent to let her know I was using the credit scorecard she 'd given me for emergencies. I told her I was buying a new wardrobe, and she was thrilled. She told me not to worry about spending too much, but to make myself happy. She was such an awesome mom.

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

When I got base with my new provision, I was so wet. I threw all my new clothes on my bed, spilling out all the colored fabrics across my sheet. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my pussy to another orgasm as I buried my face into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the fabric while stroking my digit up and down my panties, pressing the fabric into my virgin twat.

My juices soaked through my panties. They coated my fingers. I screamed out my orgasm into the bra, cumming in mere secondment. I was just so excited for tomorrow.

I had bother sleeping that night. I was just so excited. I was energized. I had thrown my panties in the airstream before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the dryer so they 'd be ready for me in the morning. Since I was bursting with zip, I decided to admit the clock time to get my hairsbreadth done. total darkness would n't do at all.

I needed to be colorful.

First, I had to decolor my locks. It took two soaking with the hydrogen peroxide to get my hair brightness level enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the right on one-half a bright cotton-candy blue. The left side I made cerise. Such a promising and affected tincture. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my blench face. So much full than that olive drab, lifelike hue.

I had to be colored for all the boys.

By the fourth dimension my hair was dry, my consternation clock was going off. I was eager for college. I gathered my one-half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hair into Twin pigtails. They fell down to my shoulder in falls of smart beauty. 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 young breasts into the cups.

I was giddy with turmoil as I seized the bright-yellow crop top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchable cloth leaving my midriff bare. It was so low cut it showed off the straps of my bra and the tops of the loving cup. The colors were so grand to testify off. Humming, I stepped into my tie-dyed panties, drawing them up as that tingle rippled through me. I could n't facilitate but shake my rump at my mirror, reading the letters despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my pussy already soaking my poor panty. I grabbed my new skirt, a deep, rich plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my branch. It hung low on my hip, showing off the top my panties to anyone, allowing the riot of colors to be seen. Next, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-hi windsock. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embrace. Those donned, I could n't aid but take a hop around my way. I was brightly and vibrant.

Everyone would point out me.

I snagged my rucksack, a garish orange, and my new purse that was a delicious wraith of teal. I slid my feet into a couple of deep, vermilion dog before darting out of my bedroom. I rushed down the stairs, my bold hair dancing about my expression. I felt so commove. My breasts heaved in my new bra and in my low-cut top. I reached the prat and darted for the front line door.

"Oh, my gosh, Karen,"Mom said from the living room, wearing the same boring, royal house gown as yesterday. It was only one color. How muffle."You really went ... all out."

"I 'm just so glad,"I said, wrenching open the front doorway."All the male child are going to point out me today."

"I think National Aeronautics and Space Administration will notice you from space on their satellites,"Mom said."Well, I 'm happy to see you out of that shy phase. Have fun at college."

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

I skipped to my college. My pigtails bounced. My breasts bounced. My dame bounced.

The fabric swayed back and Forth River, flashing coup d'oeil of my panties. It was so unretentive that it would take about nothing to get a peek at the tie-dyed delectation beneath. I turned so many heads with my vibrant display. driver watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. guy rope groaned at the peck of me, their eyes following the advance of my unseasoned and nubile body.

"shtup me,"groaned Oscar when he intercepted me."Karen, wow. You look ... electrifying."

I beamed at him."Why thank you. You do n't remember it 's too much ?"

He shook his head, his mouth half open.

I felt his eyes on me all the way to my shoal. He could n't look away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulder joint, my knapsack bouncing on my back, my breasts heaving. They wanted to escape my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. More and more son were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a favorable guy with glasses, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another moan, his bridge player rubbing across his shaved-bald head. Brian shook his shaggy mane of hair as he groaned in delight.

I had their undivided attention.

My kitty-cat was so juicy. My mamilla were so hard. I wanted to masturbate right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my family, I kept my legs spread all-inclusive so everyone can see that deaden point growing the crotch of my tight-died panties. I twirled my pigtails, twining colored whorl around my fingers while I licked my purple lips.

It was also amazing. So tremendous. But, as the day wore on, I noticed the boys 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 other girls. I wanted the boy'undivided attention.

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

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bathroom after course. My little pant moan echoed around me as I tried to envisage the perfect turnout to concord their care forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting twitching channel. On it was such a beautiful, young woman that made my pussy flavour so tingly. She showed me a way I could make myself colorful.

After my sexual climax, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's emergency acknowledgment card to buy the supplies. My purchases were heavy, weighing me down as I rushed home, still attracting so much attending to my bold and vibrant outfit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so ready to transform myself.

When I got base, I masturbated three times just thinking about it. My poor, little virgin pussy was just so sore. I set my alert clock to go off tiptop early, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in coloring. A perpetual kaleidoscope of redness, blues, honey oil, pink, yellows, oranges, purple, turquoise, fair weather, flame, Chartreuse, silver gray, gold, turquoise, reddish blue, azure, crimson, and colors that I did n't even know the names for filled my imagination. Colors that could n't exist in the existent world.

The blaring tones of my consternation clock snapped me out of nap. 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 lavatory.

I had three hours to turn myself into the most colorful girl ever.

I dumped out my supply upon the lavatory counter, the minuscule jars of body paint rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many different hues as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the waxy scent filling my olfactory organ. The paints were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your skin. To insure you.

I shuddered as I stared at my naked form in the mirror. My beat breasts quivered, my pinko nipples thrusting out hard. My skin was the same pale-beige tone with the occasional lentigo and that gram molecule on my hip. I was all so tedious. I had to be special.

I plunged my finger's breadth into the outset shade. It was a smart neon green. I coated my finger. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the impinging. I worked it around, leaving a fun whirl.

I smiled at the feel of it on my tegument, the pigment coating my torso. It hugged me. My left hand darted into a bottle of rich vermilion. I scooped up a nice chunk of both finger's breadth and attacked my provide breast. I rubbed it into my form while a sinful tingle raced through me. I groaned as I covered my nipple in the naughty soundbox rouge.

My smile only grew as I attacked my figure with more of the colors. I rubbed bright orangeness onto my other nipple, completely covering that boring pink. My smiling grew as I slathered a smart plum across my forehead and then smeared a blue-green pleasure down between my breasts. My fingers grew sticky with key. It splattered across the counter as I worked in a fury of creation. I just let my inherent aptitude go.

I wanted to create a tableau.

I wanted my body to be the same riot of tie-dyed coloration as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed bright white-livered across the brim of my pussy. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I 'd shaved my kitty-cat last dark. It was all gone. No nasty, Black person hair to get in the way of the wonderful yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered garden pink and blue air and glittering amber on my rump, working my work force into my firm butt-cheeks to pretend a terrible blend of colors. I worked silver medal and goldenrod and a wonderfully incinerate umbra across my face. I coated my neck. My thighs had a dozen unlike spook each, blending and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soles of my substructure. I strained to rub blues and yellowness and reds and orange across my spinal column.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my body from right and left, my raw white meat bouncing and heaving with every drive. They were so loyal and perky, both beautiful with a wild swirl of colouration reaching up to my hard mammilla. As the key dried it gripped my tegument. It felt so wonderful around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colorful missy in the world. Every boy would notice me now. They would see my cockeyed dent painted bright yellow, my pull up stakes nipple that wonderful shade of red, and my right nipple a bright orange tree. The mix of hue covered my boob would pull their regard as they bounced right on and left. It all immix with the dye in my haircloth. boy who saw me from fundament would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, hypnotizing them with the blend of bright hues.

My pussy succus ran down my thighs. Luckily, the paint required soap to come off. My purulent cream would n't melt it away. It would, however, add a delicious gleam to the kaleidoscope of chromaticity decorating my inner thighs.

My arms were sore from the effort of coating my body, but I was beautiful.

The paint was dry just in time for me to go to my college. I grabbed my packsack and purse, wishing I had sentence to dye them, too. But they were just supplement. The bulk of my trunk was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my painted bosom bouncing and heaving, bare human foot smacking on the stairs. My tongue licked across my lip, tasting the waxy savor coating them. I hit the bottom of the stairs and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karenic, wow,"my mom said from the livelihood elbow room. She was wearing that same, old, boring star sign robe. Purple again ? If she was only going to wear one color at a time, she could at least nibble a different one each day.

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

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

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

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

I almost caused traffic accident as I headed to my college. I was so colorful cars were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. Brakes squealed and horns honked. Some even climbed out of their elevator car to stare at me in awe. Pedestrians, men and cleaning woman alike, gaped at my soundbox. The women had such enviousness in their eyes, knowing they would never be as bright and colorful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their hard rooster. That was how I knew I had their entire attention.

"Fuck me,"Oscar groaned when he saw me."holy fucking shit, you are a work of art, Karen."

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

I had such a sinewy ache when I reached my college. I was so horny. More and more boys were following me by then. Heath had to pull off his shabu and wipe the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the pack, rubbing at his cock. right on before I reached the steps to enter my shoal, I could n't shoot any more. I need to see test copy that I was colorful.

I whirled around to face Academy Award and fell to my knees."Show it to me !"

"What ?"he groaned, his Brown eyes wide.

I stared up at the jock and moaned,"show me the cogent evidence that you find me beautiful."

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

I snagged Academy Award 's shaft in my painted hand and pulled it towards my waxy rim. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my first ever cock. He groaned as I nursed on him, my knife sliding around the cap, gathering the salty savor of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Oscar 's cock in my rima oris. I sucked on his dick with such hunger, my virgin kitty clenching. The guys all moved in around me, staring at my colorful body, my business firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my school principal. My dyed pigtails danced around my berm as my headway turned and perverted, shifting my oral fissure around his shaft. I rubbed the spongy tip against the roof of my backtalk, my glossa, and my inner cheeks.

"Goddamn, Karen,"growled Oscar."That 's it, suck my cock, you fucking whore."

"Damn, you really blossomed into a ho, did n't you ?"growled Jermaine. The Black guy stood to my rightfulness, groping his dick through his jeans as I worshiped Oscar 's shaft.

"Yeah, she did,"shaggy-coated Brian said."Fuck me, that 's hot."

"Just a beautiful deal,"moaned heath."Shit, I 'm about to erupt right in my jeans.

"Why waste product it ?"groaned Academy Award."The piddling slut wants to delight us all."

A roar erupted from the assemblage son. They were all staring at me. Hot pussy cream trickled down my pied thighs as I took more than and more of Academy Award 's shaft in my mouth. His diadem reached the back of my pharynx. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his dick. slobber ran down my chin. I made such foul, trifle away sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my right manus down between my thighs. I rubbed at my yellow-painted pussy lips. My boiling ointment coated them as I slid my fingers through my juicy fold. I brushed my hymen, my Virgo depths begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's cock, riffle of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my clit and frigged my fiddling push button. Oscar groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colorful strands. He fucked my backtalk. I gasped, his cock 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 caries like it was my pussy. It made my twat so wet.

"crap, you want it bad,"Oscar groaned."I 'm willing to consecrate you what you need, you bold, little slut."

"turn over 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 rooster. I sucked harder, frigging my button while nursing on his big cock. to a greater extent and more of his salty precum coated my knife. A preview for that creamy joy in his balls. My clit throbbed as I rubbed it, my orgasm edifice and edifice in me. I moaned around his tool. I caressed the squashy crown with my tongue as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth.

My orgasm swelled the cheers rippled around me. I was called such smutty names.

"Wanton crud !"

"Tie-dyed whore !"

"boldface slut."

"Exhibitionist THOT !"

They stared at my bouncing pelvis, wiggling ass, and painted fingers dancing over my aching twat lips.

Oscar growled, his facial expression twisting with exaltation. His blunt features were burning with his love. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his shaft all the way into the deepness of my rima oris. And then he groaned. He let out a aloud growl, his dick throbbing in my mouth. I squeezed my center shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my rima oris.

As the salty flavor burst across my discernment buds, my pussy exploded in ecstasy. My fingers rubbed at my clitoris as the pleasure rushed through me. Waves of raptus flowed through my tie-dyed soundbox. My breasts shook as Oscar ripped his hammer out of my mouth. His second blast splashed across my face as I swallowed his first-class honours degree burden of jizz.

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

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his spunk covering my font. It ran hot down my cheeks and dribbled from my os frontale. Some reached my lips, my natural language flicking out to savor Sir Thomas More of that delicious taste.

My body bucked and heaved as everyone stared at me getting painted with a new color. The one coloring I had n't used. E. B. White. It was all colors combined in one. When you split white light in a optical prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my dead body. And the substantially source for white was cum. It was all so exonerated.

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

"I need more cum to bathe my body !"I howled.

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

As Academy Award pulled away from me, leaving my face coated with his spunk, Jermaine sprang from the crew. I shuddered as his zip rasped and his jeans'fastener popped. His sullen cock appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knees behind me. His thick quill smacked into my painted stern. I groaned as he seized the back of my header and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

I whimpered as I felt his turncock pressing into my Virgin folds.

"screw me !"I moaned."Mix up your paint with my cunt. Use my organic structure. I need you to cum on me !"

"You fucking boldface slut !"he snarled and thrust.

My maidenhead stretched and stretched before his cock. There was a keen jab of pain in the ass as my cherry popped. I gasped as his dick knifed into the untouched depths of my pussy. I groaned as his total darkness shaft spreading me wider and wider. My headspring tossed back, my bleached pigtails dancing about my face. exaltation surged through me as his ball smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big dick, my deflowered material body clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so hollow with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me firmly. His crotch smacked into my colored ass. The slap on flesh on flesh echoed around us while all the boys cheered him on. I groaned as his orb smacked into my clit over and over, threatening with his boy-paint.

That wonderful cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my tongue licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my sass."Cum on, boys, my mouth is innocent ! Come blusher my body in your jizz ! You want to adorn me with your kindling before the entire student body ?"

"God fucking damn,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-coated boy fell to his knees before me, his belt rattling as he fumbled to undo it. Then he fished out his cock and aimed it at my backtalk. I opened wide and groaned in delight as he rammed it into me.

I had a tool in my pussy and in my mouth. Brian grabbed my pigtails, holding tight as he fucked me with the force of a jackhammer. My pussy clenched around Jermaine 's big, Negro dick. I rocked between them, impaled on both their cocks. I was spit-roasted between them.

Such a boldface thing to do. My hips wiggled, stirring my pussy around Jermaine 's dick while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's cock. My butt-cheeks rippled from the stinging impact of Jermaine 's driving force. He rammed his cock deep and grueling into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my delight around Brian 's dick while all the son shouted and cheered.

"fuck the little varicoloured loose woman !"

"mother fucker, I ca n't expect !"a guy growled."Just call for to fap."

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

"Coat that hot bod in nerve !"

It was marvelous. Out of the recess of my centre, I saw gasp coming undone. Cocks appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my cunt clenching around Jermaine 's big cock. His every knife thrust brought me close and tight to orgasming, my clit crapulence in the thudding impact of his heavy clod. The boys were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how bold and vivid and colorful I was.

I had all their attention.

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

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

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

And then to my utter delight, hot tinder squirted from my right. It splashed across my side and dribbled down to my swinging chest. The cum was so hot, it almost seared me. I savored it, loving that white pick painting my trunk. The boy grunted, fisting his cock, squeezing out a final spurt of his seed.

"roll in the hay, someone got a quick-trigger,"Jermaine growled.

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

I agreed. So hot. So spicy.

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

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't end much recollective. Fucking cherry pussy. The best."

"I hope you did n't break her for the eternal rest of us,"person called.

"trust me, your small pencil shaft will find great in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, sustenance working those rosehip, short ho. nookie !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left. It splattered across my book binding and pooled in the groove of my spur. My rump clenched as those brief spurt puddled hot on my skin. I whimpered, my slit squeezing down so operose on Jermaine 's turncock. I moaned around Brian 's dick. The Negroid guy thrust deep into me. His balls smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, fuck !"Jermaine groaned, my mar pussy spasming wild around him.

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old twat with hard driving force. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his dick oceanic abyss into my snatch. My flesh writhed around them, milking him. I was so aegir for his cum to come out. I squealed around Brian 's dick as the pleasure melted my mind.

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his cock out of my convulsing pussy. I felt so empty, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my rump. I enjoyed those powerful blasts of pearly jizz painting my butt-cheeks. wondrous cream dribbled into my tornado. I loved the sticky flavour of his naughty paint. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm 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 ... choose ..."Brian moaned."Damn !"He ripped his cock out of my mouthpiece and fisted his dig hard.

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

My orgasm still rippling through me, his cock erupted. His hot kindling splashed across the crown of my chief. I felt the wonderful, pearly punk soaking my hair. I shuddered, trembling, pussy cream running down my thighs as his thick-skulled spunk dribbled over my forehead.

"Damn, she 's a little whore !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my left hip. It ran down my second joint, hot rivulets of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed Thomas More of that wonderful semblance sprayed across my consistence. I rose up, my breasts jiggling.

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

I groaned as shaft stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby prick then unleashed jet of hot spunk. His seed splattered across my perky white meat. I groaned, my finger's breadth digging into my flesh as he coated me and all that wondrous nerve. I watched the pearly filament spill across my flesh. It dribbled down to my fingers. I massaged his seed, rubbing it across my boozer hummock, coating me in pearly delight.

"I need more !"I howled."I have a pussy. An bastard. Use me !"

The boys cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a horde of hysteria Passion. I trembled, so aegir to be painted in all their seeded player. heath, pushing up his glasses, was the offset to snap up me. He sank down on his backbone and yanked me atop him, his unloose hand holding his hammer upright piano. I gasped as I impaled my cunt right down his shaft. My cum-coated tits heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure pleasure. Jizz dribbled down my body, that tremendous paint. My pussy clenched around Heath 's cock.

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

I gasped as his peter nuzzled between my cum-smeared buttock of my colorful ass.

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his pecker pressed against it. My bitch clenched around Heath 's cock as Tim 's dick thrust into my gut. I gasped as my anal ring spread and spreading, swallowing his dick.

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

A cock rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three dicks in my holes. Three cocks I had to get ready to paint my body in that wonderful, pure color. I trembled, sucking on the dick in my sassing as I rose up heath 's cock. At the same prison term, Tim pumped away at my dickhead. He drove his prick over and over into my bowels. Velvety heat rippled through me while silky delight surged out of my pussy.

Squealing around that shaft in my oral fissure, I slammed down heathland 's cock.

"Look at the piffling ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his lightlessness cock glistening with my kitty juices."Damn, Karen, you 're a footling freak."

A bold, colorful freak.

I sucked and nurse my putz in my mouth as I rode heathland 's shaft. Tim 's operose shaft pumped over and over into my asshole. The brace pleasure flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my pelvic girdle dancing from side to side of meat, my asshole squeezing down on Tim 's cock while my kitty gripped heath 's shaft. The dual rubbing mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

tarradiddle spilled over my chin as cum dribbled down my body. Tim 's crotch smacked into my ass as he drove his dick over and over into my bowels. I bounced on heath 's dick, my clit throbbing every time I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic hair's-breadth rubbing against me. The wonk groaned as I worked my cunt up and down his dick.

"piece of work that cock, small ho !"

"God damn, you fucking slut, Karen !"

"fucking !"

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 splash me everywhere. My kitty drank in the clash of heath 's turncock while my bastard gripped Tim 's hawkshaw as he pounded me strong. I sucked with all my might on the dick in my mouth, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a fucking whore !"

Pearly jizz splattered into the spinal column of my point, coating more of my tomentum. It ran down the back of my neck and dribble over my shoulder blades. I loved the tone of the hot spunk. It coated me in that terrific color. The mantrap of pearly-white jizz.

My orgasm built faster and faster. I had two shaft churning up my naughty pickle while I nursed on the third. No other young woman was this bluff. Every boy loved me. They jerked off their cocks as they lusted for me, aching to bring together the fun.

"Oh, shit !"the guy fucking my lip gasped. He ripped his dick out of my sassing and erupted across my face.

He showered me in his cum, my kitty-cat squeezing down on heathland 's putz. That hot spunk bathed me. It ran across my particolored physique as I hurtled closer to my coming. Tim squeeze 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 dick into my backtalk, soaked in my odoriferous cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his total darkness shaft. My pussy squeezed around heath 's cock as my full eubstance shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two different boys were painting me in their passion. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My pussycat convulsed around heathland 's tool. My cocksucker spasmed around Tim 's hammering rooster. I bucked and writhed, working my holes up and down both their tool. Intense waves of ecstasy flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's shaft. I moaned and whimpered, stars dancing before my centre. My gob writhed and convulsed on their awing prick. I whimpered, my hip wiggling from face to incline. My figure milked them, bring them closer and close to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so much spunk.

ecstasy drowned my mind.

"fucking kinky slut !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your asshole is going wild around my cock. screw !"

He ripped out of my asshole. The first spurt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost flop on my acantha. I felt the jizz running hot down my tegument as more and More jet plane splashed on my flesh. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my physical structure, making me palpate so naughty and wild.

My kitty spasmed hard about heath 's prick. My thinker melted, my sexual climax still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's dick as Tim rammed into my asshole. His tool was even thicker than Tim 's. He grunted, wakeless balls smacking into my material body as he plunged into my asshole.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck !"he growled. Then he ripped his dick out of my asshole and spurted frothy cum onto my body."Such a shtup harlot !"

It was all such a blur. I do n't sleep with how long I rode Heath 's gumshoe, did n't know how many cocks had fucked my cocksucker and mouth, before that nerd finally erupted into my pussy. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming twat 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.

"Karenic !"snarled the wonk as he filled my cunt with more spurt of jizz."This is incredible !"

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

They made me into a masterpiece.

Finally, my physical structure was painted. I was drenched in wonderful, pearly jizz. I stood up, that luscious nerve drying on my colorful body. I sauntered forward, my dope shaking and my ass swaying. The bunch parted for me, and I marched into the college bold as piece of tail. I did n't care. Everyone could see me. Everyone could see how well I stood out.

I had a huge smiling on my side as every boy paid care to me all day. Even the instructor. Every man who witnessed me gained hard dicks that needed relief. Luckily, there was always a new spot of my consistency that needed to be painted. Unlike the trunk paint, cum did n't finally long.

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

Good thing the reinforcement were Worth it. I could n't waitress. Smiling, I spotted a dick that needed my attention."cunt, asshole, or mouth ?"

The guy grinned.

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The physique chuckled. The latest pair of scanty was a smashing success. The figure had no idea the previous twosome would go over so well. It glanced down at the newest panties lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this pair was subdued.

Shirley Temple Black, a bit of lace around the waistband, and two Word of God printed across the rump in big, bold, lily-white letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one more add-on. The figure stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lacing surrounding the snatch giving memory access to the wearer 's cunt. The name smiled. Where would be the skilful spot to leave these step-in ? The figure chuckled again as the perfect spot clicked in its mind.

rise, the figure snatched up its conception and left its workshop behind.

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