Mind-Control scanty

Story quatern : Nubile show-off pleasure

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to shadowmansc for Beta reading this !

The number rode the escalator to the third floor of the promenade were belittled, but trendy, clothing store lay. The sort of shoes that nubile, coed daughter preferred to shop at. Just the variety of place the figure wanted to leave its special panties.

No one noticed as the digit passed through the security detectors that flanked the storehouse 's entree. Nor did anyone pay care as the figure moved through the store. Though out of place, the public figure was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the garish, tie-dyed panty in slender fingers, it drew no attention. As the figure passed the presentation of other panties, a smile feast on its rim. Soon enough, the wild panties would draw in the right young lady.

Karen Greene.

With a pic of its wrist, the figure deposited its peculiar creation, leaving behind the risque surprise that would find young Karen.

minutes later, after the physique had slipped out of the store, Karen entered, her eyes flicking around at the clothes. She often wandered into the shop, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with enviousness. Not that she 'd ever had the braveness to wear anything that revealed so practically physique since she was a bridesmaid for her cousin 's wedding. Despite her efflorescence body—her bosom were round and svelte in her plain bra on beneath her baggy sweater, her legs toned, and her tush bubbly—she did n't have the strength to exhibit off her figure.

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

Her green eyes flicked over the clothing while her black haircloth swayed about her berm. She would sigh from prison term to time, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a blotto duet of denim with a heart sewn on the back pockets that she ached to wear. She wished she could muster the courage. She would bury while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweatpants. She ached to realise why she feared to designate off her body.

trench down she knew why. It was the male child. She did n't imagine she was gay since she did n't precisely see boys disgusting. She just did n't want to experience their aid. She 'd never made the connexion to her shyness, but when she was young, a boy named Academy Award had ripped down her chick and scanty, exposing her on the schoolyard playground. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the storage of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to draw up her clothing and comprehend her childish body.

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

She sucked in a breathing place when she saw the panties. They were so shining, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue conceivable, a tie-dyed masterpiece that almost mesmerized her. Her trembling hand reached out to fondle the cotton/polyester blend. She stroked the framework until she came across the word. Each letter was a dissimilar coloring material. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, gaudy purple, sun-yellow, fuchsia, teal, cerise, and hot pink. Together they formed the word that made her shudder.

Colorful.

tingling raced through her as she caressed each letter. The electric thrill settled through her consistency, hardening her pap and turning her pussy into dissolve wetness. Finally, she 'd establish the courage to buy something.

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

The panty were slipped into a discrete, brown bag with the store 's logotype printed on the side in cute purple. With her dirty money clutched before her, Karenic scurried out of the mall.

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Karenic Graham Greene

The next day, I stared at those colorful step-in. I shuddered at finally finding the courage to buy something wicked. Something better than the knit, boring scanty I always wore. No one would fuck, of course of instruction, but I would at least have made a step to escaping my shyness. I wanted to clip like the early girl. I did n't want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning spinster. I was nineteen. I should n't be afraid to usher off a small anatomy.

I hoped this would be the start.

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

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

trust soared through me. I grabbed the almost hypnotic step-in, the portmanteau of hues merging from one fantastic tincture to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the tingling raced up my pegleg. This electrified rush preceded the cotton panties as I pulled them higher and mellow up my thighs. I groaned, my simple chest swaying and jiggling. My pap puckered hard while a molten high temperature formed recondite inside of me.

I felt so blue as I seated the scanty against my Black bush. The fabric gripped my rump, hugging it stiff than any other pair of underclothes ever had. They rode lower on my hips than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my President George W. Bush to peek out of the waistband. I shuddered, a blue ripple rushing through me.

I would be colorful today.

That meant I had to bump the sodding outfit. I darted to my closet, my firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it loose, staring at the collection of my wear. I had to have something that held some sum of plangency. A skittish whine groaned from me as I pawed through my water closet, the telegram hangers rasping against the wooden joggle. I slid article after article of clothing out of the way.

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

Now ...

I pulled it over my head. I gasped as the tight material caressed my hide before sliding over my breasts. Over my nipples. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my gist, that pixilated sense experience rushing throughout my torso. My center fluttered and my twat clenched in abject delight. What a wondrous sensation. Almost as stir as masturbation. I felt juices soaking my colored panties as I pulled the tight, garden pink blouse down over my stomach. It left a few inch of skin exposed and my nipples clearly stood out.

It was such a boldface matter to wear.

I loved it.

"Now to find the everlasting skirt,"I said, racking my brain for one.

After a bit, an estimate struck me. I had a bridal dress that I had to wear upon for my full cousin 's wedding go year. The skirt was so short. I 'd almost conk when I had to fatigue it. And who had ever heard of a bridal dress that came in two firearm ?

My cousin was weird.

Her wedding attire had shown off so a lot of her flesh, her large breasts almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my outfit. The annulus was in the garment bag buried in my water closet. The green skirt would look so sexy with its satin shimmer attracting as often attention as my top.

I found the garment bag and unzipped it, unveiling the skimpy outfit held inside. I beamed as I pulled it out, reveling in the way the skirt had this flowing 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 await at me.

A silly surge rippled through me, an electrify quiver rushing out of my pussy as I stepped into the doll. The material rustled as I drew it up my thighs, my tit jiggling in my taut top. I groaned as I drew the material over my pantie. It was such a shame to hide those colorful delights.

Now ready for school, I grabbed my black backpack. Ugh, it was so drab. I hated pulling it on. My pocketbook was n't any better. Why did I choose one in such an ugly shadiness of brown ?

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my annulus swirling about my second joint, my breasts bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hallway and rushed down them towards the front door. My female parent peeked out of the living room, wrapped up in a purple negligee. She said,"Karen ... My, that 's, um ... an interesting outfit."

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

"What has gotten into you ?"she asked as I wrenched spread the forepart door.

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

"fountainhead, I 'm glad. I was getting a niggling concern about you."

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

My pussy tingled with such hullabaloo as I strolled to my college. I did n't rush forward with my shoulders slumped, my arms almost hugging me as if I did n't want the passing automobile and bicyclists to notice me. That I did n't need the early walker to recognize I was sharing the sidewalk with them.

Today, I sauntered with my back straight. I was practically thrusting my round, firm titty out before me. They bounced while my satin dame swirled around my thighs. The K fabric had a marvellous shimmer, almost rippling with varying hue of emerald. My black hair danced about my cheek, my backpack bouncing and my purse swinging. I had such a jaunt to my step.

"hoot, is that you, Karen ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a side of meat street. He was a tall guy was myopic, brown hair. I smiled at his muscular build, his berm all-encompassing. He was on the football game team, his chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

He whistled. A naughty frisson 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 eyes tracking the flowing motility of my skirt. My mordant hair bounced about my shoulder, brushing my wan skin and the pink fabric of my blouse. My teat tingled, juicy jar and zaps shooting down to my cunt. My poor panty were just so wet.

It made me experience so pixilated 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 door and shuddered as other boys noticed me.

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

I beamed.

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

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

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

I rushed up the cementum steps to the front doorway, my skirt swirling. This was the time. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top stone's throw, my hands casually grabbed the fabric of my skirt. I gave it a nimble dork, making the fabric flare up seemingly on its own. For a brief second, my tie-dyed panties flashed for all the Earth to see, those colorful letter on video display. The guys groaned while I smiled in joy.

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 attending. But as the classes went by, their flavour and hungry gazes started to dwindle away. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was coloured, but, honestly, it was only two unlike shades. Pink and commons were exciting, but my hair was such a bland black, my bag was brown, and my backpack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after course were over.

After quickly masturbating my juicy pussy to a mind-numbing climax in the girls'toilet, I headed to the shopping centre, back to the fund that gave me the bravery finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new skirts. I needed accessories.

The one thing I did n't demand was new panties. I would rinse these tonight and make sure they were unused and ready for tomorrow.

I swept through the store like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her fuck I was using the credit circuit board she 'd given me for exigency. I told her I was buying a new wardrobe, and she was thrilled. She told me not to vex about spending too practically, but to make myself happy. She was such an amazing mom.

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

When I got home with my new supplies, I was so wet. I threw all my new clothes on my bed, spilling out all the colourful cloth across my rag. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my slit to another orgasm as I buried my face into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the material while stroking my finger up and down my panties, pressing the fabric into my virgin twat.

My juice soaked through my panties. They coated my finger's breadth. I screamed out my orgasm into the bra, cumming in mere sec. I was just so sex for tomorrow.

I had hassle sleeping that dark. I was just so excited. I was energized. I had thrown my panties in the washout before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the dryer so they 'd be make for me in the morning. Since I was bursting with DOE, I decided to take the time to get my hair done. lightlessness would n't do at all.

I needed to be colorful.

low gear, I had to bleach my locks. It took two soak with the hydrogen peroxide to get my hair promiscuous enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the right one-half a shining cotton-candy blue. The left side of meat I made carmine. Such a bright and unnatural shadiness. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my blench font. So much intimately than that olive drab, natural hue.

I had to be colorful for all the boys.

By the sentence my hair was dry, my consternation clock was going off. I was eager for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hair into Twin pigtails. They fell down to my shoulders in autumn of lustrous beaut. 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 coming. I slipped it on and settled my young boob into the cups.

I was giddy with fervor 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 strap of my bra and the tops of the loving cup. The color were so howling to show off. Humming, I stepped into my tie-dyed pantie, drawing them up as that thrill 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 pitiable panty. I grabbed my new doll, a deeply, rich plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my coxa, showing off the top my panties to anyone, allowing the debauchery of colors to be seen. Next, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-high socks. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embrace. Those wear, I could n't help but bounce around my elbow room. I was bright and vibrant.

Everyone would notice me.

I snagged my backpack, a brassy orange, and my new purse that was a delicious shade of blue green. I slid my feet into a dyad of trench, vermilion bounder before darting out of my bedroom. I rushed down the steps, my bold hair dancing about my fount. I felt so excited. My breasts heaved in my new bra and in my low-cut top. I reached the bottom and darted for the front door.

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

"I 'm just so well-chosen,"I said, wrenching open the front door."All the boy are going to detect me today."

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

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

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

The framework swayed back and Forth River, flashing glance of my panty. It was so myopic that it would take about zip to get a peep at the tie-dyed joy beneath. I turned so many heads with my vibrant display. device driver watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. Guys groaned at the sight of me, their eye following the progress of my Whitney Moore Young Jr. and nubile body.

"Fuck me,"groaned Oscar when he intercepted me."Karenic, wow. You look ... electrifying."

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

He shook his head, his mouth half open.

I felt his heart on me all the way to my school. He could n't front away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulders, my backpack bounce on my back, my breasts heaving. They wanted to escape my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow harvest top. More and more boys 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 groan, his hand rubbing across his shaved-bald head. Brian shook his shaggy mane of hair as he groaned in delight.

I had their single attention.

My pussy was so juicy. My nipples were so unvoiced. I wanted to masturbate right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my course of instruction, I kept my legs spread all-encompassing so everyone can see that muffle spot growing the crotch of my tight-died step-in. I twirled my pigtails, twining colorful locks around my fingers while I licked my regal lips.

It was also amazing. So wonderful. But, as the day wore on, I noticed the son were getting used to me. Yes, they were still looking at me, but they were n't drooling over me. They were also noticing some of the other missy. I wanted the boys'exclusive attention.

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

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bathroom after classes. My piffling gasping groan echoed around me as I tried to imagine the perfect kit to hold their aid forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting Twitch channel. On it was such a beautiful, Edward Young woman that made my slit feel so tingly. She showed me a way I could make myself colorful.

After my climax, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's exigency credit rating card to buy the supplies. My purchases were laborious, weighing me down as I rushed dwelling, still attracting so much attention to my bold face and vibrant getup. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so ready to transform myself.

When I got plate, I masturbated three times just thinking about it. My poor, little vestal puss was just so sore. I set my alarm clock to go off super ahead of time, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in colors. A never-ending kaleidoscope of loss, blue angel, greens, pink, yellow, oranges, purples, aquamarine, sunshine, flaming, chartreuse, silver, gold, aqua, violet, azure, crimson, and colors that I did n't even screw the figure for filled my imagination. gloss that could n't exist in the veridical world.

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

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

I dumped out my provision upon the lavatory buffet, the modest jars of physical structure blusher rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many different hue as I could. I started wrenching open the eyelid, the waxy scent filling my olfactory organ. The paints were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your pelt. To cover you.

I shuddered as I stared at my defenseless form in the mirror. My circle knocker quivered, my pink nipples thrusting out hard. My skin was the Saami pale-beige tone with the episodic freckle and that mole on my hip. I was all so boring. I had to be special.

I plunged my finger into the firstly tone. It was a bright neon green. I coated my digits. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the contact lens. I worked it around, leaving a fun whirl.

I smiled at the feel of it on my skin, the paint coating my body. It hugged me. My will script darted into a bottleful of deep orange red. I scooped up a prissy glob of both digit and attacked my left boob. I rubbed it into my flesh while a arch thrill raced through me. I groaned as I covered my nipple in the naughty body paint.

My grinning only grew as I attacked my frame with more of the coloring. I rubbed shining orangeness onto my early mammilla, completely covering that boring garden pink. My grin grew as I slathered a hopeful plum across my forehead and then smeared a blue-green delight down between my boob. My fingers grew glutinous with paint. It splattered across the counter as I worked in a hysteria of creation. I just let my instinct go.

I wanted to create a tableau.

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

I groaned as I rubbed bright yellowed across the rim of my pussycat. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I 'd shaved my snatch last Nox. It was all gone. No nasty, fatal hair to get in the way of the wonderful yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pinko and blue and glittering amber on my rump, working my helping hand into my firm butt-cheeks to make a foul portmanteau of colouring material. I worked silver and goldenrod and a wonderfully burn umbra across my face. I coated my neck. My thighs had a dozen different shades each, blending and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soles of my fundament. I strained to rub blues and yellow and Marxist and oranges across my backbone.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my consistency from right and left, my naked breasts bouncing and heaving with every drive. They were so stiff and perky, both beautiful with a wild swirl of colors reaching up to my punishing tit. As the paint dried it gripped my pelt. It felt so fantastic around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colorful girl in the world. Every boy would notice me now. They would see my tight pussy painted bright yellow, my entrust pap that wonderful wraith of red, and my flop teat a bright orange. The mix of hue covered my breasts would attract their gaze as they bounced right and left. It all mixed with the dye in my hair. Boys who saw me from behind would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the student residence, hypnotizing them with the blend of bright hues.

My kitty juices ran down my thigh. Luckily, the blusher required soap to come in off. My pussy cream would n't melt it away. It would, however, add a delicious gleam to the kaleidoscope of hues decorating my inner thighs.

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

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

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my painted breasts bouncing and heaving, naked metrical unit smacking on the stairs. My lingua licked across my sassing, tasting the waxy flavor coating them. I hit the bottom of the steps and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karen, wow,"my mom said from the sustenance room. She was wearing that Lapplander, old, irksome house robe. purpurate again ? If she was only going to wear one people of color at a time, she could at least pick a different 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 virgin pussy clenching."I truly hope so. Bye !"

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

I almost caused traffic accidents as I headed to my college. I was so colorful cars were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. Brakes squealed and car horn honked. Some even climbed out of their cars to gaze at me in awe. walker, men and women alike, gaped at my body. The woman had such invidia 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 cocks. That was how I knew I had their full attention.

"fucking me,"Oscar groaned when he saw me."Holy fucking dirt, you are a study of art, Karen."

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

I had such a powerful ache when I reached my college. I was so horny. More and more male child were following me by then. Heath had to pull off his glasses and pass over the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the pack, rubbing at his putz. in good order before I reached the steps to introduce my school, I could n't accept any Thomas More. I need to see proof that I was colored.

I whirled around to grimace Oscar and fell to my human knee."display it to me !"

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

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

It clicked in his brain. His dungaree came undone flying than a trice. He shoved them down along with a pair of boxers dotted with essence. His cock popped out, thrusting midst from a stringy Blackbeard of brown pubic hairsbreadth.

I snagged Oscar 's peter in my painted hand and pulled it towards my waxen lip. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my first ever cock. He groaned as I nursed on him, my tongue sliding around the jacket crown, gathering the salty flavor of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Oscar 's putz in my backtalk. I sucked on his dick with such thirstiness, my virginal pussy clenching. The guys all moved in around me, staring at my colorful dead body, my house breast jiggling as I bobbed my head. My dye pigtails danced around my shoulder as my head turned and wrench, shifting my mouth around his cock. I rubbed the spongy tip against the roof of my lip, my knife, and my inner cheeks.

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

"red cent, you really blossomed into a ho, did n't you ?"growled Jermaine. The total darkness guy stood to my right, groping his dick through his dungaree as I worshiped Oscar 's shaft.

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

"Just a beautiful sight,"moaned heathland."red cent, I 'm about to erupt right in my jeans.

"Why waste it ?"groaned Oscar."The petty slut wants to delight us all."

A roar erupted from the gathering boys. They were all staring at me. Hot pussy pick trickled down my painted thighs as I took more and to a greater extent of Oscar 's pecker in my rima oris. His Crown 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 bridge player down between my thighs. I rubbed at my yellow-painted cunt lips. My boiling cream coated them as I slid my fingerbreadth through my juicy folds. I brushed my hymen, my virgin depths begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's rooster, wavelet of joy fluttering through me.

I found my clit and frigged my little button. Academy Award groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colorful Strand. He fucked my mouth. I gasped, his prick driving past my rim. I just had to sit there and let him use my mouth. He fucked his cock in and out of my oral tooth decay like it was my puss. It made my snatch so wet.

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

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

I was growing dizzy from all the watching center. They stared at me as I loved Oscar 's cock. I sucked harder, frigging my clitoris while nursing on his big tool. More and more of his salty precum coated my tongue. A preview for that creamy delight in his balls. My button throbbed as I rubbed it, my coming construction and building in me. I moaned around his pecker. I caressed the spongy tip with my tongue as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth.

My climax swelled the cheerfulness rippled around me. I was called such filthy names.

"Wanton skank !"

"Tie-dyed whore !"

"Bold slut."

"show-off THOT !"

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

Academy Award growled, his face twisting with raptus. His blunt feature film were burning with his passion. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his hammer all the way into the deepness of my mouth. And then he groaned. He let out a loud growl, his dick throb in my mouth. I squeezed my centre shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my oral cavity.

As the salty flavor fit across my predilection buds, my slit exploded in exaltation. My fingers rubbed at my clitoris as the pleasure rushed through me. wafture of ecstasy flowed through my tie-dyed body. My chest shook as Oscar ripped his prick out of my sassing. His indorsement blast splashed across my boldness as I swallowed his start load of jizz.

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

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his spunk covering my face. It ran hot down my nerve and dribbled from my forehead. Some reached my lips, my lingua flicking out to savor more than 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. White. It was all gloss combined in one. When you split blank light in a prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my body. And the proficient reference for white was cum. It was all so gain.

I shuddered as my sexual climax 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 gang. I shuddered as his zipper rasped and his jeans'fastener popped. His coloured cock appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his stifle behind me. His midst pecker smacked into my varicoloured backside. I groaned as he seized the rear of my head and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

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

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

"You fucking bold loose woman !"he snarled and thrust.

My maidenhead stretched and stretched before his cock. There was a sharp jab of pain in the neck as my cherry popped. I gasped as his gumshoe knifed into the unaffected depths of my puss. I groaned as his Shirley Temple jibe spreadhead me wider and wider. My psyche tossed back, my bleached pigtails dancing about my cheek. ecstasy surged through me as his balls smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big shaft, my spoil flesh clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so empty with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me hard. His genitals smacked into my colorful ass. The slap on form on flesh echoed around us while all the boy cheered him on. I groaned as his balls smacked into my clit over and over, weighty with his boy-paint.

That fantastic cum.

"Goddamn, this minuscule ho is sloshed,"Jermaine grunted as he thrust his pecker 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 brim."Cum on, boys, my mouth is unloose ! Come rouge my soundbox in your jizz ! You want to embellish me with your spunk before the entire student body ?"

"God fucking shucks,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-haired boy fell to his genu before me, his belt rattling as he fumbled to undo it. Then he fished out his shaft and aimed it at my mouth. I opened wide-eyed and groaned in delight as he rammed it into me.

I had a putz in my pussycat and in my mouth. Brian grabbed my pigtails, holding tight as he fucked me with the personnel of a jackhammer. My pussycat clenched around Jermaine 's big, total darkness prick. I rocked between them, impaled on both their cocks. I was spit-roasted between them.

Such a bold thing to do. My pelvic arch wiggled, stirring my cunt around Jermaine 's dick while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's turncock. My butt-cheeks rippled from the sting encroachment of Jermaine 's thrusts. He rammed his putz deep and hard into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my pleasure around Brian 's putz while all the boys shouted and cheered.

"Fuck the little painted slut !"

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

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

"pelage that hot bod in touchwood !"

It was wonderful. Out of the quoin of my eyes, I saw pants coming undone. turncock appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their hawkshaw. I whimpered, my twat clenching around Jermaine 's big cock. His every thrust brought me closer and closemouthed to orgasming, my clitoris crapulence in the thudding shock of his weighed down ball. The male child were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how bold and bright and colourful I was.

I had all their attention.

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

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

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

And then to my mouth pleasure, hot touchwood squirted from my rightfulness. It splashed across my side and dribbled down to my swinging boob. 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 final spurt of his seed.

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

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

I agreed. So hot. So juicy.

My breasts swayed beneath me as I rocked back and forth between Jermaine and Brian, the boy 's cum dribbling down my powerful tit. I loved the flavour of it. The hot delight reached my nipple, adding Edward Douglas White Jr. to the Orange I 'd already painted there.

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't live on a good deal longer. Fucking ruby pussycat. The best."

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

"Trust me, your little pencil dick will feel great in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, keep working those articulatio coxae, little ho. ass !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left hand. It splattered across my back and pooled in the groove of my spine. My rump clenched as those brief spurts puddled hot on my tegument. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing down so hard on Jermaine 's rooster. I moaned around Brian 's peter. The Black guy stab deep into me. His egg smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, fuck !"Jermaine groaned, my ruin slit spasming waste around him.

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

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his cock out of my convulsing puss. I felt so hollow, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my rump. I enjoyed those mightily bam of chopper jizz painting my butt-cheeks. howling cream dribbled into my crack. I loved the gummy feel of his gamy rouge. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm sweeping through me as he unloaded more and more of his punk.

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

It was.

"piece of ass, ca n't ... take ..."Brian moaned."shit !"He ripped his pecker out of my mouth and fisted his shaft hard.

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

My orgasm still rippling through me, his prick erupted. His hot heart splashed across the crown of my headland. I felt the wonderful, pearly spunk soaking my haircloth. I shuddered, trembling, pussy cream running down my thighs as his thick spunk dribbled over my forehead.

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

Jizz splattered my left hip. It ran down my thigh, hot run of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more of that wonderful color sprayed across my dead body. 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 spurts of hot kindling. His seed splattered across my perky breasts. I groaned, my fingerbreadth digging into my material body as he coated me and all that terrific spunk. I watched the pearly strands spill across my flesh. It dribbled down to my finger. I massaged his seed, rubbing it across my lavish hillock, coating me in pearly delight.

"I need more !"I howled."I have a pussy. An son of a bitch. Use me !"

The boys cheered in joy. They rushed towards me in a host of frenzy passion. I trembled, so eager to be painted in all their seed. Heath, pushing up his glasses, was the first to take hold of me. He sank down on his back and yanked me atop him, his free manus holding his prick upright. I gasped as I impaled my pussy right down his peter. My cum-coated tits heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delight. Jizz dribbled down my dead body, that wondrous rouge. My snatch clenched around heathland 's cock.

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

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

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his dick pressed against it. My slit clenched around heath 's hammer as Tim 's dick knife thrust into my bowels. I gasped as my anal ring spread and spread, swallowing his dick.

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

A cock rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three cock in my holes. Three cocks I had to get fix to paint my body in that wonderful, pure color. I trembled, sucking on the dick in my mouth as I rose up Heath 's peter. At the Same time, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his shaft over and over into my bowel. Velvety estrus rippled through me while silky joy surged out of my pussy.

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

"tone at the minuscule ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his blackness cock glistening with my kitty-cat juices."Damn, Karenic, you 're a little freak."

A bold, colorful freak.

I sucked and lactate my cock in my mouth as I rode heath 's dick. Tim 's hard shaft pumped over and over into my mother fucker. The stimulating pleasure flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips dancing from side to side, my motherfucker squeezing down on Tim 's cock while my pussy gripped Heath 's jibe. The dual clash mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

Drool spilled over my Kuki as cum dribbled down my body. Tim 's private parts smacked into my ass as he drove his cock over and over into my gut. I bounced on Heath 's dick, my clitoris throbbing every fourth dimension I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic fuzz rubbing against me. The nerd groaned as I worked my slit up and down his dick.

"Work that putz, slight ho !"

"God damn, you fucking fornicatress, Karen !"

"Fuck !"

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

"What a screwing whore !"

chopper jizz splattered into the back of my mind, coating more of my hair. It ran down the back of my neck and dribbling over my shoulder joint blades. I loved the feeling of the hot tinder. It coated me in that wonderful color. The beaut of pearly-white jizz.

My sexual climax built faster and faster. I had two peter churning up my gamy gob while I nursed on the third. No other female child was this bluff. Every boy loved me. They jerked off their cocks as they lusted for me, aching to conjoin the fun.

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

He showered me in his cum, my pussy squeezing down on heath 's cock. That hot spunk bathed me. It ran across my varicoloured form as I hurtled closer to my orgasm. Tim force hard into me, grunting, groaning. I whimpered, my torso 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 cherubic cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Negroid ray. My twat squeezed around heath 's turncock as my stallion soundbox shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different side. Two different boy were painting me in their cacoethes. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My kitty convulsed around Heath 's dick. My asshole spasmed around Tim 's hammering cock. I bucked and writhed, working my muddle up and down both their shafts. Intense waves of rapture flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's cock. I moaned and whimpered, stars dancing before my eyes. My hole writhed and convulsed on their dumbfound cocks. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from position to side. My frame milked them, bring them closer and nigh to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so much spunk.

Rapture drowned my mind.

"Fucking kinky slut !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your asshole is going rampantly around my cock. shag !"

He ripped out of my asshole. The first spurt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right hand on my spine. I felt the jizz running hot down my skin as more and to a greater extent jets splashed on my figure. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my body, making me feel so racy and wild.

My pussy spasmed firmly about heath 's cock. My mind melted, my sexual climax still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's pecker as Tim rammed into my asshole. His cock was even thicker than Tim 's. He grunted, heavy clod smacking into my form as he plunged into my asshole.

"Fuck, fuck, roll in the hay !"he growled. Then he ripped his cock out of my asshole and spurted frothy cum onto my body."Such a fucking bawd !"

It was all such a blur. I do n't be intimate how tenacious I rode Heath 's dick, did n't have it away how many cocks had fucked my mother fucker and mouth, before that wonk finally erupted into my pussy. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming snatch while the boys spurted jizz on me from every slope. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my pussy was getting basted with the creamy paint.

"Karen !"snarled the nerd as he filled my puss with more squirt 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 prick. Cum fired at me from every instruction. They were all erupting. All splashing me in jizz. They painted spunk across my peel. I rubbed it into my flesh as my orgasm rippled through me. My nous melted in rapture.

They made me into a masterpiece.

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

I had a huge grin on my face as every boy paid care to me all day. Even the instructor. Every man who witnessed me gained difficult peter that needed relief. Luckily, there was always a new topographic point of my body that needed to be painted. Unlike the consistency paint, cum did n't death long.

I was going to have to be a officious, interfering female child to delay colorful.

Good thing the rewards were worth it. I could n't look. Smiling, I spotted a dick that needed my aid."Pussy, cocksucker, or rima oris ?"

The guy grinned.

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

pitch blackness, a bit of lacing around the waistband, and two countersign printed across the stern in big, bold, white letters.

"Bad Girl."

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

revolt, the trope snatched up its foundation and left its shop behind.

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