Mind-Control Panty Level 4 : Nubile Exhibitionist Joy


Anal, Blowjob, Cum-Swallowing, Group-Sex, Interracial, School, Virginity
Mind-Control Panties

Story quartet : Nubile show-off Delight

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

billet : Thanks to shadowmansc for beta reading this !

The flesh rode the escalator to the third floor of the mall were small, but trendy, clothing depot lay. The sort of post that nubile, coed young lady preferred to patronise. Just the sort of billet the figure wanted to leave its peculiar panties.

No one noticed as the figure passed through the protection sensor that flanked the store 's entrance. Nor did anyone pay attention as the figure moved through the depot. Though out of place, the figure was also characterless. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the garish, tie-dyed step-in in slender fingers, it drew no attention. As the figure passed the display of early step-in, a smile spread on its rim. Soon enough, the godforsaken panties would pull the rightfulness missy.

Karen Greene.

With a picture of its wrist, the design deposited its special Creation, leaving behind the naughty surprise that would receive young Karen.

Minutes later, after the human body had slipped out of the storehouse, Karenic entered, her heart flicking around at the apparel. She often wandered into the workshop, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with envy. Not that she 'd ever had the courage to tire out anything that revealed so much physique since she was a bridesmaid for her cousin 's wedding. Despite her flowering body—her breast were round and svelte in her champaign bra on beneath her sloppy sweater, her legs toned, and her bottom bubbly—she did n't induce the strength to exhibit off her figure.

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

Her green eye flicked over the clothing while her Shirley Temple Black hair swayed about her shoulder. She would sigh from time to time, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a tight pair of denim with a core sewn on the back pockets that she ached to wear. She wished she could muster the courageousness. She would accept while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweat pants. She ached to understand why she feared to show off her body.

Deep down she knew why. It was the boys. She did n't think she was gay since she did n't precisely ascertain male child disgusting. She just did n't want to possess their attention. She 'd never made the connection to her shyness, but when she was younger, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her bird and panty, exposing her on the schoolyard playground. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the memory of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to quarter up her vesture and wrap up her childish body.

A ten later, the aroused scar still held her back.

She sucked in a breath when she saw the scanty. They were so brightly, almost glowing. They were a whirl of every hue imaginable, a tie-dyed masterpiece that almost mesmerized her. Her shaking manus reached out to caress the cotton/polyester blend. She stroked the cloth until she came across the word. Each missive was a different coloring. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, flash purple, sun-yellow, fuchsia, blue green, cherry-red, and hot pink. Together they formed the Scripture that made her shudder.

Colorful.

thrill raced through her as she caressed each alphabetic character. The electric thrill settled through her body, hardening her nipples and turning her pussy into molten wetness. Finally, she 'd ascertain the courage to buy something.

She snatched up the pantie and rushed up to the Johnny Cash cash register. The salesgirl smiled and nodded. It was realize 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 conceive a legal transaction had occurred.

The panties were slipped into a discrete, embrown bag with the store 's logotype printed on the slope in cute purple. With her plunder clutched before her, Karen scurried out of the mall.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Karenic Greene

The next day, I stared at those colorful pantie. I shuddered at finally finding the bravery to buy something wicked. Something better than the plain stitch, boring step-in I always wore. No one would make love, of course, but I would at least have made a footprint to escaping my shyness. I wanted to dress like the other girls. I did n't need to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning spinster. I was xix. I should n't be afraid to exhibit off a little human body.

I hoped this would be the start.

Just so long as Oscar or Jermaine or Brian did n't jerk down my chick.

I shuddered, remembering that embarrassing day a decennary ago on the vacation spot of my unproblematic school day. Sometimes, it seemed like those three boys had followed me as I grew up, salivating to see my blue parts again. Well, I was in college. If they tried anything, they would be in trouble.

Confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost mesmeric pantie, the blend of chromaticity merging from one terrific tone to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the tingling raced up my legs. This electrified rush preceded the cotton panties as I pulled them mellow and gamy up my second joint. I groaned, my simple breasts swaying and jiggling. My pap puckered hard while a molten rut formed deep inside of me.

I felt so gamy as I seated the panty against my Shirley Temple bush. The material gripped my behind, hugging it pie-eyed than any other dyad of underwear ever had. They rode frown on my coxa than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my bush to peek out of the waistcloth. I shuddered, a naughty riffle rushing through me.

I would be coloured today.

That meant I had to find the perfect turnout. I darted to my closet, my firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it outdoors, staring at the collection of my habiliment. I had to hold something that held some quantity of vibrancy. A nervous whimper 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 days hung. I gasped as I found a natal day present from my mom when I was sixteen. It was back when she 'd tried to get me to dress a bit more"your age, Karen,"as she put it. I pulled it out, staring at the pink textile. 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 head. I gasped as the pixilated material caressed my cutis before sliding over my breasts. Over my nipples. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my inwardness, that unholy sensation rushing throughout my body. My eyes fluttered and my twat clenched in abject pleasure. What a tremendous wiz. Almost as exciting as masturbation. I felt juices soaking my colorful panties 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 find the sodding skirt,"I said, racking my brain for one.

After a bit, an idea struck me. I had a bridal dress that I had to wear for my cousin 's wedding end year. The skirt was so shortstop. I 'd almost faint when I had to wear it. And who had ever heard of a bridal dress that came in two pieces ?

My cousin was weird.

Her wedding dress had shown off so much of her flesh, her heavy breasts almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my outfit. The chick was in the garment bag buried in my closet. The green skirt would depend so aphrodisiac with its satin shimmer attracting as a lot 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 bird had this silky look to it. It was clearly made of satin, something too fine to normally tire to college. I wanted to be bold. Colorful. I wanted everyone to bet at me.

A featherbrained surge rippled through me, an electrified tingle rushing out of my pussy as I stepped into the bird. The fabric rustled as I drew it up my second joint, my boobs jiggling in my tight top. I groaned as I drew the textile over my pantie. It was such a shame to hide those colorful delights.

Now ready for school, I grabbed my grim rucksack. Ugh, it was so drab. I hated pulling it on. My purse was n't any better. Why did I take one in such an surly spectre of Brown University ?

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my skirt swirling about my second joint, my breast bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hallway and rushed down them towards the front door. My mother peeked out of the bread and butter elbow 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 female parent a big grin.

"What has gotten into you ?"she asked as I wrenched undefended the straw man door.

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

"wellspring, I 'm happy. I was getting a footling concern about you."

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

My pussy tingled with such upheaval as I strolled to my college. I did n't rush forward with my shoulder slumped, my arms almost hugging me as if I did n't want the exit railroad car and bicyclists to find me. That I did n't desire the other pedestrians to take in I was sharing the pavement with them.

Today, I sauntered with my back straight. I was practically thrusting my daily round, firm knocker out before me. They bounced while my satin dame swirled around my second joint. The super C material had a rattling shimmer, almost rippling with varying chromaticity of emerald. My lightlessness haircloth danced about my face, my backpack bounce and my purse swing. I had such a pleasure trip to my step.

"shit, is that you, Karen ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a side street. He was a tall guy was light, brown hair. I smiled at his sinewy build, his shoulders all-embracing. He was on the football team, his chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his middle tracking the flowing movement of my skirt. My black hair bounced about my shoulder, brushing my pale skin and the garden pink fabric of my blouse. My nipples tingled, racy jar and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My short panties were just so wet.

It made me feel so terrible and naughty.

A part of me just wanted to flip up my skirt him how sexy my panties were. The impulse grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the front end door and shuddered as former son noticed me.

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

I beamed.

"Is that Karen Henry Graham Greene ?"Brian asked, a guy with shaggy, blond pilus who stood succeeding to Jermaine."The fuck happened to her ?"

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

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

I rushed up the cement steps to the front threshold, my skirt swirling. This was the prison term. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my hands casually grabbed the fabric of my doll. I gave it a fast tug, making the textile flare up seemingly on its own. For a brief second, my tie-dyed step-in flashed for all the cosmos to see, those colorful letters on display. The guy rope groaned while I smiled in delight.

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

All the male child were staring at me during the day. I loved their attention. But as the course went by, their looks and hungry gazes started to dwindle. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colored, but, honestly, it was only two unlike spectre. Pink and green were exciting, but my tomentum was such a bland fatal, my purse was brown, and my backpack 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 fille'bathroom, I headed to the mall, back to the store that gave me the courageousness finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new skirts. I needed accessories.

The one thing I did n't ask was new scanty. I would wash these tonight and make sure they were sweet and ready for tomorrow.

I swept through the memory board like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her know I was using the credit visiting card she 'd given me for exigency. 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 pretend myself happy. She was such an awesome mom.

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

When I got home plate with my new supplies, I was so wet. I threw all my new apparel on my bed, spilling out all the colorful textile across my sheets. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my kitty-cat to another sexual climax as I buried my typeface into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the cloth 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 digit. I screamed out my coming into the bra, cumming in mere seconds. I was just so excited for tomorrow.

I had trouble sleeping that night. I was just so excited. I was energized. I had thrown my pantie in the wash before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the dryer so they 'd be prepare for me in the daybreak. Since I was bursting with get-up-and-go, I decided to take the time to get my hair done. Black would n't do at all.

I needed to be colorful.

First, I had to bleach my ignition lock. It took two soaks with the hydrogen peroxide to get my tomentum light enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the right half a smart cotton-candy blueness. The left over side I made scarlet. Such a brilliant and affected shade. They looked so sex together as they tumbled around my pale face. So much better than that olive drab, natural hue.

I had to be coloured for all the boys.

By the clock time my hair was dry, my warning signal clock was going off. I was bore for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hairsbreadth into Gemini pigtails. They fell down to my berm in falls of vivid ravisher. I loved it. I grabbed my new wearable, starting with a green bra that I had rubbed against my face as I masturbated to my wonderful sexual climax. I slipped it on and settled my youthful breasts into the cups.

I was giddy with excitement as I seized the bright-yellow harvest top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchy cloth leaving my midriff bare. It was so low cut it showed off the shoulder strap of my bra and the tops of the cupful. The colors were so howling to show off. hum, I stepped into my tie-dyed panties, drawing them up as that tingle rippled through me. I could n't avail but shake my tooshie at my mirror, reading the letters despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my pussy already soaking my misfortunate panties. I grabbed my new dame, a deep, rich plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my hips, showing off the top my step-in to anyone, allowing the riot of colour to be seen. following, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-high wind cone. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embracement. Those donned, I could n't help oneself but bounce around my room. I was bright and vibrant.

Everyone would notice me.

I snagged my backpack, a flashy orange tree, and my new purse that was a delectable shadowiness of bluish green. I slid my feet into a pair of bass, vermilion dog before darting out of my sleeping accommodation. I rushed down the stair, my bold hair dancing about my expression. I felt so aroused. My breast heaved in my new bra and in my low-necked top. I reached the tush and darted for the front door.

"Oh, my gosh, Karenic,"Mom said from the living room, wearing the Saami boring, purple house robe as yesterday. It was only one color. How dull."You really went ... all out."

"I 'm just so felicitous,"I said, wrenching open the front end door."All the boys are going to notice me today."

"I think NASA will acknowledge you from distance on their satellites,"Mom said."fountainhead, I 'm glad to see you out of that shy phase. 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 breasts bounced. My skirt bounced.

The textile swayed back and Forth River, flashing coup d'oeil of my pantie. It was so short that it would take about nothing to get a peek at the tie-dyed delight beneath. I turned so many psyche with my vibrant showing. Drivers watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. guy groaned at the flock of me, their eyes following the progress of my offspring and nubile body.

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

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

He shook his head, his rima oris half open.

I felt his eyes on me all the way to my school. He could n't count away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulders, my backpack bounce on my cover, my breasts heaving. They wanted to run away my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow craw top. More and Sir Thomas More boy 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 moan, his hired man rubbing across his shaved-bald read/write head. Brian shook his shaggy mane of haircloth as he groaned in delight.

I had their single attention.

My pussy was so gamey. My pap were so hard. I wanted to fuck off right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my classes, I kept my legs spread all-inclusive so everyone can see that dampen post growing the crotch of my tight-died pantie. I twirled my pigtails, twining colored ringlet around my fingers while I licked my purple lips.

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

I wore so many colors. What could I do that was honest than this ?

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bath after form. My little gasping moans echoed around me as I tried to opine the perfect outfit to agree their aid 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 slit feel 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 credit add-in to buy the supply. My purchases were laborious, weighing me down as I rushed domicile, still attracting so much attention to my bluff and vivacious getup. I was so tidal bore for tomorrow. I was so ready to transubstantiate myself.

When I got home, I masturbated three times just thinking about it. My pitiful, short pure kitty was just so sore. I set my alarm clock to go off exceedingly betimes, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in coloring material. A unceasing kaleidoscope of bolshy, vapours, greens, garden pink, yellowness, oranges, purple, turquoise, sunshine, flame, chartreuse, ash gray, Au, peacock blue, reddish blue, azure, deep red, and color that I did n't even roll in the hay the public figure for filled my imagination. colours that could n't be in the substantial world.

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

I had three hr to turn myself into the most colorful daughter ever.

I dumped out my supplies upon the toilet counterpunch, the pocket-sized jar of soundbox paint rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many dissimilar chromaticity as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the waxy perfume filling my nozzle. 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 nude form in the mirror. My round boob quivered, my pink pap thrusting out hard. My skin was the Saami pale-beige tone with the occasional freckle and that bulwark on my hip. I was all so deadening. I had to be exceptional.

I plunged my finger into the first shadiness. It was a undimmed Ne green. I coated my digits. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the inter-group communication. I worked it around, leaving a fun swirl.

I smiled at the feel of it on my skin, the paint coating my body. It hugged me. My leftover hand darted into a bottle of mysterious orange red. I scooped up a nice glob of both fingers and attacked my leave alone boob. I rubbed it into my anatomy while a wicked tingle raced through me. I groaned as I covered my nipple in the naughty body paint.

My smile only grew as I attacked my physique with more of the semblance. I rubbed bright orange onto my other nipple, completely covering that boring pink. My smile grew as I slathered a brightly plum across my os frontale and then smeared a blue-green delight down between my breasts. My finger grew sticky with rouge. It splattered across the counter as I worked in a frenzy of creation. I just let my instinct go.

I wanted to create a tableau.

I wanted my dead body to be the Saami thigh-slapper of tie-dyed colors as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed promising yellowed across the lips of my pussy. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I 'd shaved my pussy live night. It was all gone. No nasty, black fuzz to get in the way of the terrific yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pink and blue and glittering atomic number 79 on my fanny, working my deal into my firm butt-cheeks to make a loathly portmanteau of people of color. I worked silver and goldenrod and a wonderfully burnt-out umbra across my expression. I coated my neck. My second joint had a dozen different tint each, shading and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soles of my animal foot. I strained to rub blues and yellow and Red and orange tree across my book binding.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my eubstance from right hand and left, my bare breasts bouncing and heaving with every movement. They were so unshakable and perky, both beautiful with a wild swirl of colors reaching up to my hard nipples. As the paint dried it gripped my hide. It felt so wonderful around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colourful girl in the world. Every boy would notice me now. They would see my tight slit painted bright yellow, my left nipple that wonderful shade of red, and my rightfield nipple a smart orangeness. The mix of hue covered my chest would draw in their gaze as they bounced right and left. It all mixed with the dye in my hair. son who saw me from behind would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the lobby, hypnotizing them with the portmanteau word of lustrous hues.

My puss succus ran down my thigh. Luckily, the paint required soap to come off. My purulent emollient would n't meld it away. It would, however, add a delicious gleam to the kaleidoscope of hues decorating my inner thighs.

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

The blusher was dry just in time for me to go to my college. I grabbed my backpack and pocketbook, wishing I had time to dye them, too. But they were just add-on. The bulk of my body was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my painted breasts bouncing and panting, bare foot smacking on the step. My clapper licked across my lips, tasting the waxy flavor coating them. I hit the tail of the stairs and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karen, wow,"my mom said from the living room. She was wearing that Saami, old, wearisome sign gown. empurple again ? If she was only going to wear upon one vividness at a sentence, she could at least break up a unlike one each day.

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

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

I grinned at her, my pure pussycat 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 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 cars to gaze at me in awe. walker, men and charwoman alike, gaped at my body. The women had such envy in their eyes, knowing they would never be as lustrous and colorful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their hard dick. That was how I knew I had their full attention.

"fuck me,"Academy Award groaned when he saw me."Holy fucking shit, you are a study of art, Karen."

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

I had such a potent ache when I reached my college. I was so hornlike. more and more male child were following me by then. Heath had to pull off his shabu and pass over the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the pack, rubbing at his cock. rightfulness before I reached the steps to go in my school, I could n't take in any more. I need to see proof that I was colorful.

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

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

I stared up at the jockstrap and moaned,"Show me the proof that you find me beautiful."

It clicked in his judgment. His jeans came undone faster than a flash. He shoved them down along with a duad of boxers dotted with pith. His tool popped out, thrusting midst from a stringy Teach of Brown pubic fuzz.

I snagged Oscar 's dick in my motley hand and pulled it towards my waxy back talk. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my first ever cock. He groaned as I nursed on him, my spit sliding around the crown, gathering the salty feel of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Oscar 's prick in my backtalk. I sucked on his dick with such thirst, my Virgin kitty-cat clenching. The bozo all moved in around me, staring at my colourful body, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my head. My bleached pigtails danced around my shoulders as my fountainhead turned and twisted, shifting my mouth around his stopcock. I rubbed the spongy tip against the roof of my mouth, my glossa, and my intimate cheeks.

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

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

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

"Just a beautiful batch,"moaned Heath."diddly-squat, I 'm about to conflagrate right in my jeans.

"Why barren it ?"groaned Oscar."The piffling trollop wants to please us all."

A holler erupted from the assembly son. They were all staring at me. Hot pussy ointment trickled down my painted thighs as I took more and more of Academy Award 's tool in my mouth. His pate reached the back of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his dick. Drool ran down my Chin. I made such wicked, wanton sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my right hand down between my second joint. I rubbed at my yellow-painted pussy lips. My boiling pick coated them as I slid my finger's breadth through my juicy folding. I brushed my virginal membrane, my vestal depth begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's cock, ripples of joy fluttering through me.

I found my clit and frigged my niggling button. Oscar groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colorful filament. He fucked my mouth. I gasped, his cock driving past my sass. I just had to sit there and let him use my mouthpiece. He fucked his tool in and out of my viva voce cavity like it was my pussy. It made my slit so wet.

"dogshit, you want it bad,"Oscar groaned."I 'm bequeath to feed you what you need, you bold, piffling slut."

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

I was growing dizzy from all the watching eye. They stared at me as I loved Academy Award 's cock. I sucked harder, frigging my button while nursing on his big peter. More and to a greater extent of his salty precum coated my tongue. A preview for that creamy delight in his balls. My clit throbbed as I rubbed it, my coming edifice and building in me. I moaned around his cock. I caressed the spongy jacket with my tongue as he plunged his hammer over and over into my mouth.

My climax swelled the sunshine rippled around me. I was called such foul names.

"Wanton skank !"

"Tie-dyed whore !"

"Bold slut."

"Exhibitionist THOT !"

They stared at my bouncing pelvic arch, wiggling ass, and painted fingerbreadth dancing over my aching pussy lips.

Academy Award growled, his expression twisting with rapture. His blunt features were burning with his warmth. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his hammer all the way into the depths of my oral fissure. And then he groaned. He let out a loud growling, his gumshoe throb in my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my mouth.

As the salty flavor burst across my tasting buds, my pussy exploded in rapture. My fingers rubbed at my clitoris as the pleasure rushed through me. moving ridge of ecstasy flowed through my tie-dyed body. My breasts shook as Oscar ripped his stopcock out of my lip. His second blast splashed across my boldness as I swallowed his first freight of jizz.

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

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his kindling covering my face. It ran hot down my face and dribbled from my forehead. Some reached my lips, my tongue 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 color I had n't used. Andrew D. White. It was all colors combined in one. When you split white brightness in a prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my eubstance. And the best author for white was cum. It was all so clean.

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

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

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

As Oscar pulled away from me, leaving my face coated with his spunk, Jermaine sprang from the bunch. I shuddered as his zipper rasped and his jean'fixing popped. His iniquity turncock appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knees behind me. His midst cock smacked into my multicoloured 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 stopcock pressing into my virgin folds.

"fucking me !"I moaned."Mix up your paint with my bitch. 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 putz. There was a acute jab of nuisance as my cherry popped. I gasped as his pecker knifed into the untouched profundity of my pussy. I groaned as his Black shaft bed covering me spacious and wider. My read/write head tossed back, my dyed pigtails dancing about my face. Rapture surged through me as his balls smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big pecker, my deflowered bod clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so empty with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me hard. His crotch smacked into my colorful ass. The smack on physical body on flesh echoed around us while all the boys cheered him on. I groaned as his balls smacked into my button over and over, punishing with his boy-paint.

That terrific cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my spit licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my brim."Cum on, boys, my backtalk is loose ! come rouge my body in your jizz ! You want to grace me with your nerve before the intact student body ?"

"God fucking shucks,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-haired boy fell to his genu before me, his belt rattle as he fumbled to undo it. Then he fished out his cock and aimed it at my sassing. I opened wide of the mark and groaned in delight as he rammed it into me.

I had a cock in my kitty-cat and in my mouth. Brian grabbed my pigtails, holding tight as he fucked me with the military group of a jackhammer. My pussycat clenched around Jermaine 's big, total darkness dick. I rocked between them, impaled on both their tool. I was spit-roasted between them.

Such a bold affair to do. My hips wiggled, stirring my cunt around Jermaine 's cock while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's turncock. My butt-cheeks rippled from the stinging encroachment of Jermaine 's thrusts. He rammed his rooster trench and laborious into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my pleasure around Brian 's tool while all the boy shouted and cheered.

"Fuck the little multicoloured slut !"

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

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

"Coat that hot bod in kindling !"

It was wonderful. Out of the recess of my centre, I saw pants coming undone. Cocks appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their peter. I whimpered, my pussycat clenching around Jermaine 's big shaft. His every thrust brought me tightlipped and confining to orgasming, my clit drinking in the thudding impact of his heavy balls. The son were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how bold and shining and coloured I was.

I had all their attention.

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

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

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

And then to my utter delight, hot spunk squirted from my rightfulness. It splashed across my incline and dribbled down to my swinging breast. The cum was so hot, it almost seared me. I savored it, loving that white ointment painting my body. The boy grunted, fisting his cock, squeezing out a terminal spurt of his seed.

"Fuck, somebody 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 delight reached my nipple, adding ovalbumin to the orange tree I 'd already painted there.

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't utmost much long. Fucking cherry slit. The best."

"I hope you did n't deflower her for the rest of us,"individual called.

"Trust me, your little pencil dick will sense great in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, keep working those hip, little ho. Fuck !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left field. It splattered across my cover and pooled in the groove of my spine. My rump clenched as those brief spurts puddled hot on my skin. I whimpered, my twat squeezing down so hard on Jermaine 's cock. I moaned around Brian 's dick. The pitch blackness guy thrust deep into me. His chunk smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, fuck !"Jermaine groaned, my deflowered pussy spasming gaga around him.

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old twat with strong knife thrust. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his dick trench into my twat. My flesh writhed around them, milking him. I was so eager for his cum to erupt. I squealed around Brian 's dick as the joy melted my mind.

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his prick out of my convulsing kitty-cat. I felt so empty, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my rump. I enjoyed those knock-down eruption of pearly jizz painting my butt-cheeks. wonderful cream dribbled into my quip. I loved the embarrassing 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, minuscule ho,"Jermaine moaned."Just what you need."

It was.

"shag, ca n't ... take ..."Brian moaned."Damn !"He ripped his shaft out of my backtalk and fisted his spear hard.

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

My orgasm still rippling through me, his tool erupted. His hot tinder splashed across the poll of my mind. I felt the wonderful, pearly spunk soaking my hair. I shuddered, trembling, pussy ointment running down my thigh as his thick spunk dribbled over my forehead.

"tinker's dam, she 's a little harlot !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my impart hip. It ran down my thigh, hot rivulets of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more than of that marvelous semblance sprayed across my torso. I rose up, my boob jiggling.

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

I groaned as Peter stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby dick then unleashed spurt of hot spunk. His ejaculate splattered across my perky breasts. I groaned, my finger digging into my pulp as he coated me and all that wonderful touchwood. I watched the pearly-white chain spill across my figure. It dribbled down to my fingers. I massaged his seeded player, rubbing it across my profuse hill, coating me in pearly delight.

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

The son cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a horde of frenzy passion. I trembled, so eager to be painted in all their germ. Heath, pushing up his eyeglasses, was the first to grab me. He sank down on his book binding and yanked me atop him, his free hand holding his cock vertical. I gasped as I impaled my snatch right down his hawkshaw. My cum-coated tits heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delight. Jizz dribbled down my body, that tremendous paint. My kitty clenched around heath 's cock.

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

I gasped as his cock nuzzled between my cum-smeared cheeks of my colorful ass.

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his dick pressed against it. My cunt clenched around Heath 's turncock as Tim 's peter thrust into my gut. I gasped as my anal ring spread and spreadhead, 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 mess. Three cocks I had to get ready to paint my body in that wonderful, pure people of colour. I trembled, sucking on the tool in my oral cavity as I rose up Heath 's hammer. At the Sami time, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his peter over and over into my intestine. Velvety heat rippled through me while silky delectation surged out of my pussy.

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

"Look at the little ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his Black cock glistening with my pussy juices."Damn, Karenic, you 're a little freak."

A bold face, colored freak.

I sucked and nurse my peter in my mouthpiece as I rode heath 's hawkshaw. Tim 's hard shaft pumped over and over into my asshole. The stimulate joy flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips dancing from side to face, my prick squeezing down on Tim 's prick while my pussy gripped Heath 's beam of light. The dual frictions mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

Drool spilled over my mentum as cum dribbled down my body. 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 time I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic whisker rubbing against me. The nerd groaned as I worked my cunt up and down his dick.

"employment that pecker, little ho !"

"God tinker's damn, you fucking strumpet, Karen !"

"piece of ass !"

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 plash me everywhere. My pussy drank in the friction of heath 's peter while my mother fucker gripped Tim 's dick as he pounded me hard. I sucked with all my might on the dick in my backtalk, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a screw fancy woman !"

pearly jizz splattered into the binding of my heading, coating more of my fuzz. It ran down the back of my neck and dribbling over my berm leaf blade. I loved the look of the hot spunk. It coated me in that wonderful color. The mantrap of pearly jizz.

My orgasm built faster and faster. I had two cocks churning up my racy holes while I nursed on the third. No other young lady was this sheer. Every boy loved me. They jerked off their rooster as they lusted for me, aching to join the fun.

"Oh, damn !"the guy fucking my mouth gasped. He ripped his tool out of my lip and erupted across my face.

He showered me in his cum, my cunt squeezing down on heath 's cock. That hot spunk bathed me. It ran across my painted flesh as I hurtled closer to my orgasm. Tim driving force 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 cock into my mouth, soaked in my seraphic pick. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Shirley Temple Black shaft. My pussy squeezed around heathland 's cock as my entire body shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two different boy were painting me in their passion. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed around Heath 's peter. My asshole spasmed around Tim 's pounding peter. I bucked and writhed, working my holes up and down both their shafts. Intense wafture of ecstasy flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's tool. I moaned and whimpered, whizz dancing before my center. My cakehole writhed and convulsed on their awe-inspiring stopcock. I whimpered, my hip wiggling from English to side. My figure milked them, bring them skinny and closer to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so much spunk.

Rapture drowned my mind.

"piece of ass kinky fornicatress !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your motherfucker is going gaga around my cock. Fuck !"

He ripped out of my shit. The initiative spirt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost proper on my pricker. I felt the jizz running hot down my skin as more than and more K splashed on my build. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my body, making me experience so gamy and wild.

My slit spasmed arduous about Heath 's cock. My judgment melted, my orgasm still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's dick as Tim rammed into my son of a bitch. His prick was even thicker than Tim 's. He grunted, ponderous balls smacking into my bod as he plunged into my asshole.

"piece of ass, fuck, piece of ass !"he growled. Then he ripped his prick out of my arse and spurted foamy cum onto my body."Such a fucking bawd !"

It was all such a blur. I do n't hump how foresightful I rode Heath 's dick, did n't acknowledge how many cocks had fucked my asshole and backtalk, before that nerd finally erupted into my slit. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming slit while the boys spurted jizz on me from every position. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my kitty was getting basted with the creamy paint.

"Karen !"snarled the wonk as he filled my bitch with more than spurts of jizz."This is incredible !"

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

They made me into a masterpiece.

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

I had a huge grin on my aspect as every boy paid aid to me all day. Even the teacher. Every man who witnessed me gained arduous tool that needed relief. Luckily, there was always a new spot of my trunk that needed to be painted. Unlike the torso paint, cum did n't final stage long.

I was going to have to be a occupy, busy lady friend to stay colorful.

good thing the reward were worth it. I could n't expect. Smiling, I spotted a hawkshaw that needed my tending."kitty-cat, shit, or mouth ?"

The guy grinned.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The figure chuckled. The modish span of panties was a shattering success. The material body had no thought the latest duad would go over so well. It glanced down at the unexampled panties lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this couplet was subdued.

Black, a bit of lace around the sash, and two Logos printed across the bottom in big, boldface, white letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one more plus. The flesh stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the slit giving approach to the wearer 's pussy. The trope smiled. Where would be the best place to leave these pantie ? The figure of speech chuckled again as the perfect stain clicked in its mind.

uprising, the physical body snatched up its creation and left its shop behind.

To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling pantie ...
Sign-in {% trans 'to add this to Watch Later list' %}
{% trans 'Sign-in' %} to perform this action