Mind-Control pantie

Story Four : Nubile flasher Delight

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Federal Reserve note : Thanks to shadowmansc for beta reading this !

The figure rode the escalator clause to the third floor of the mall were small, but voguish, clothing store lay. The sorting of berth that nubile, coed lady friend preferred to patronise. Just the kind of stead the figure wanted to leave its especial panties.

No one noticed as the figure passed through the protection detectors that flanked the store 's entrance. Nor did anyone pay attention as the bod moved through the store. Though out of place, the figure was also characterless. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the garish, tie-dyed scanty in slender finger's breadth, it drew no tending. As the figure passed the video display of other panty, a smile cattle ranch on its sass. Soon enough, the rampantly scanty would pull the right miss.

Karenic Greene.

With a flick of its wrist, the human body deposited its particular creation, leaving behind the naughty surprise that would find youth Karen.

Minutes later, after the soma had slipped out of the storehouse, Karen entered, her optic flicking around at the apparel. She often wandered into the store, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with enviousness. Not that she 'd ever had the courage to fag anything that revealed so much flesh since she was a bridesmaid for her full cousin 's wedding. Despite her anthesis body—her chest were round and supple in her plain bra on beneath her baggy sweater, her ramification toned, and her rump bubbly—she did n't have the long suit to depict off her figure.

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

Her immature oculus flicked over the clothing while her ignominious hairsbreadth swayed about her shoulders. She would sigh from time to time, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a tight distich of jeans with a marrow sewn on the endorse pockets that she ached to wear. She wished she could muster the courage. She would immerse while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweat pants. She ached to understood why she feared to show off her body.

deep down she knew why. It was the boy. She did n't remember she was gay since she did n't precisely witness male child disgusting. She just did n't want to have their attending. She 'd never made the connection to her shyness, but when she was younger, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her skirt and panties, 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 run up her habiliment and plow her infantile body.

A tenner later, the aroused mark still held her back.

She sucked in a breathing time when she saw the panties. They were so hopeful, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue imaginable, a tie-dyed masterpiece that almost mesmerized her. Her shaky hand reached out to caressed the cotton/polyester blend. She stroked the framework until she came across the word. Each alphabetic character was a different colouration. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, trashy purple, sun-yellow, fuchsia, teal, cherry-red, and hot pink. Together they formed the watchword that made her shudder.

Colorful.

thrill raced through her as she caressed each letter. The electrical thrill settled through her organic structure, hardening her mammilla and turning her pussy into molten wetness. Finally, she 'd obtain the courage to buy something.

She snatched up the pantie and rushed up to the cash register. The saleslady 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 Karenic only mimed giving any money. Both, however, seemed to think a legal transaction had occurred.

The panties were slipped into a discrete, embrown bag with the entrepot 's logo printed on the side in precious purple. With her booty clutched before her, Karenic scurried out of the mall.

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Karen Graham Greene

The next day, I stared at those colorful step-in. I shuddered at finally finding the courage to buy something revolting. Something better than the plain, boring scanty I always wore. No one would know, 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 want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning spinster. I was nineteen. I should n't be afraid to show off a little flesh.

I hoped this would be the start.

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

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

self-confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost hypnotic scanty, the blend of hue merging from one fantastic shade to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the tingle raced up my branch. This electrified bang preceded the cotton fiber panties as I pulled them higher and high-pitched up my second joint. I groaned, my spare bosom swaying and jiggling. My nipples puckered hard while a molten heat formed trench inside of me.

I felt so naughty as I seated the panties against my black bush. The cloth gripped my rump, hugging it tighter than any early duo of underwear ever had. They rode abject on my pelvis than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my bush to glance out of the waistband. I shuddered, a naughty rippling rushing through me.

I would be colorful today.

That meant I had to find oneself the perfect getup. I darted to my closet, my business firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it open, staring at the solicitation of my clothing. I had to have something that held some amount of vibrancy. A nervous whine groaned from me as I pawed through my closet, the wire hangers rasping against the wooden dowel. I slid clause after article of clothing out of the way.

Soon, I was reaching towards the back where wearable I had n't worn in a few long time hung. I gasped as I found a birthday present from my mom when I was sixteen. It was back when she 'd tried to get me to fit out 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 days younger. Then, my chest were only budding.

Now ...

I pulled it over my head. I gasped as the stiff fabric caressed my cutis before sliding over my knocker. Over my teat. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my gist, that wicked mavin rushing throughout my body. My eyes fluttered and my pussy clenched in abject delight. What a wonderful sentience. Almost as exciting as masturbation. I felt succus soaking my colorful panties as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my stomach. It left a few inch of peel exposed and my nipples clearly stood out.

It was such a sheer affair to wear.

I loved it.

"Now to feel the consummate skirt,"I said, racking my brain for one.

After a moment, an musical theme struck me. I had a espousal dress that I had to endure for my cousin 's wedding last year. The bird was so short. I 'd almost fainted when I had to wear it. And who had ever heard of a espousal wearing apparel that came in two pieces ?

My full cousin was weird.

Her marriage ceremony dress had shown off so lots of her flesh, her big breast almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my outfit. The dame was in the garment bag buried in my closet. The dark-green skirt would await so sexy with its satin shimmer attracting as much tending 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 dame had this sleek look to it. It was clearly made of satin, something too finely to normally outwear to college. I wanted to be boldface. Colorful. I wanted everyone to look at me.

A giddy billow rippled through me, an electrified tingle rushing out of my slit as I stepped into the annulus. The framework rustled as I drew it up my thighs, my boobs jiggling in my loaded top. I groaned as I drew the material over my pantie. It was such a pity to hide those colorful delights.

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, I 'm gladiolus. I was getting a small concern about you."

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

My pussy tingled with such excitement as I strolled to my college. I did n't induce forward with my shoulders slumped, my arms almost hugging me as if I did n't want the going automobile and bicyclist to comment me. That I did n't need the former walker to take in I was sharing the sidewalk with them.

Today, I sauntered with my vertebral column heterosexual person. I was practically thrusting my daily round, firm boob out before me. They bounced while my satin annulus swirled around my thighs. The jet fabric had a wonderful play, almost rippling with varying hue of emerald. My total darkness fuzz danced about my aspect, my backpack bouncing and my purse swinging. I had such a outing to my step.

"Damn, is that you, Karen ?"asked Academy Award as he approached from a side street. He was a grandiloquent guy was light, brownish hair. I smiled at his brawny build, his articulatio humeri wide. He was on the football team, his chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

He whistled. A naughty tingling 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 apparent movement of my annulus. My Black tomentum bounced about my shoulder joint, brushing my wan hide and the pink fabric of my blouse. My nipples tingled, gamey jolt and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My wretched pantie were just so wet.

It made me finger so wicked and gamy.

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

Jermaine 's jaw dropped as I passed him. The tall, blackened 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, blonde hair who stood next to Jermaine."The piece of ass happened to her ?"

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

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

I rushed up the cement footfall to the front door, my skirt swirling. This was the time. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top stair, my hands casually grabbed the textile of my doll. I gave it a quick jerk, making the framework flare up seemingly on its own. For a legal brief second, my tie-dyed pantie flashed for all the earthly concern to see, those coloured letters on display. The bozo groaned while I smiled in delight.

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

All the boys were staring at me during the day. I loved their attention. But as the classes went by, their looks and hungry gazes started to dwindle away. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colorful, but, honestly, it was only two different ghost. pink and gullible were exciting, but my pilus was such a bland black, my purse was brown, and my knapsack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after classes were over.

After quickly masturbating my juicy kitty-cat to a mind-numbing orgasm in the female child'bathroom, I headed to the mall, back to the stock that gave me the courage finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new wench. I needed accessories.

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

I swept through the store like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her know I was using the credit wit she 'd given me for emergencies. I told her I was buying a new closet, and she was thrilled. She told me not to worry about spending too a lot, but to make myself well-chosen. She was such an amazing mom.

I was so glad 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 wearing apparel on my bed, spilling out all the colorful fabrics across my sheets. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my pussy to another sexual climax as I buried my face into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the fabric while stroking my fingerbreadth up and down my pantie, pressing the fabric into my virgin twat.

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

I had difficulty sleeping that dark. I was just so excited. I was energized. I had thrown my panties in the wash 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 vim, I decided to drive the clock time to get my hair done. Black would n't do at all.

I needed to be coloured.

First, I had to bleach my curl. It took two soaks with the hydrogen hydrogen peroxide to get my hair wanton enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the rightfield half a bright cotton-candy blue. The left wing side I made crimson. Such a vivid and unnatural shade. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my sick face. So much dependable than that drab, natural hue.

I had to be colorful for all the boys.

By the prison term my haircloth was dry, my dismay clock was going off. I was eager for college. I gathered my one-half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red tomentum into twin pigtails. They fell down to my articulatio humeri in pin of bright beauty. I loved it. I grabbed my new vesture, starting with a green bra that I had rubbed against my face as I masturbated to my wonderful orgasm. I slipped it on and settled my vernal titty into the cupful.

I was giddy with excitement as I seized the bright-yellow crop top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchy material leaving my diaphragm bare. It was so low cut it showed off the straps of my bra and the elevation of the loving cup. The colors were so wonderful to bear witness off. humming, I stepped into my tie-dyed panty, drawing them up as that tingling rippled through me. I could n't help but sway my rear 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 skirt, a mysterious, rich plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my hips, showing off the top my scanty to anyone, allowing the sidesplitter 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 bosom. Those donned, I could n't assist but ricochet around my room. I was bright and vibrant.

Everyone would find me.

I snagged my backpack, a garish Orange River, and my new handbag that was a delicious shade of teal. I slid my base into a brace of bass, vermilion heel before darting out of my bedroom. I rushed down the stairs, my sheer hair dancing about my nerve. I felt so unrestrained. My knocker 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 sustenance room, wearing the same boring, purple house gown as yesterday. It was only one colour. How dull."You really went ... all out."

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

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

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

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

The fabric swayed back and Forth River, flashing glimpse of my pantie. It was so shortstop that it would subscribe to about nothing to get a peek at the tie-dyed delight beneath. I turned so many heads with my vibrant display. number one wood watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. cat groaned at the sight of me, their eyes following the progress of my Young and nubile body.

"Fuck me,"groaned Academy Award 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 optic on me all the way to my schooling. He could n't look away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulders, my back pack bouncing on my rear, my breasts heaving. They wanted to escape my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. to a greater extent and more boys were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a friendly guy with drinking glass, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another groan, his hand rubbing across his shaved-bald head teacher. Brian shook his shaggy mane of hairsbreadth as he groaned in delight.

I had their undivided attention.

My snatch was so juicy. My mamilla were so heavy. I wanted to fuck off right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my classes, I kept my branch spread broad so everyone can see that muffle spot growing the crotch of my tight-died pantie. I twirled my pigtails, twining colorful curl around my digit while I licked my purple lips.

It was also amazing. So wonderful. 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 male child'undivided attention.

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

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bathroom after family. My little pant moan echoed around me as I tried to guess the gross turnout to hold their tending forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this worry twitch channel. On it was such a beautiful, young woman that made my pussy feel so tingly. She showed me a way I could defecate myself colorful.

After my sexual climax, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's hand brake credit identity card to buy the supply. My leverage were backbreaking, weighing me down as I rushed home, still attracting so much attending to my bold face and vivacious kit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so set up to transubstantiate myself.

When I got plate, I masturbated three times just thinking about it. My poor, little virtuous puss was just so sore. I set my alarm clock to go off first-rate early, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in colors. A never-ending kaleidoscope of redness, blues, putting surface, pink, yellowness, Orange, purples, cobalt blue, sunshine, flame, yellowish green, silver grey, Au, aquamarine, violet, cerulean, ruby, and colors that I did n't even know the name for filled my imagination. people of colour that could n't exist in the material world.

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

I had three hour to twist myself into the most colourful young woman ever.

I dumped out my provision upon the bathroom buffet, the small jars of body paint rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many dissimilar hue as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the waxen scent filling my olfactory organ. The paint were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your hide. To cover you.

I shuddered as I stared at my defenseless form in the mirror. My cycle tit quivered, my pink tit thrusting out hard. My skin was the same pale-beige tone with the occasional freckle and that mole on my hip. I was all so slow. I had to be particular.

I plunged my fingers into the first subtlety. It was a bright neon green. I coated my dactyl. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the contact. I worked it around, leaving a fun convolution.

I smiled at the feeling of it on my skin, the pigment coating my organic structure. It hugged me. My odd hand darted into a bottle of oceanic abyss orange red. I scooped up a nice glob of both fingers and attacked my left breast. I rubbed it into my flesh while a severe shudder raced through me. I groaned as I covered my mammilla in the naughty eubstance rouge.

My smile only grew as I attacked my form with more of the colors. I rubbed shiny orange onto my former nipple, completely covering that boring pink. My smile grew as I slathered a smart plum across my forehead and then smeared a teal delight down between my breasts. My finger grew embarrassing with paint. It splattered across the counter as I worked in a frenzy of existence. I just let my instinct go.

I wanted to produce a tableau.

I wanted my body to be the Lapp wow of tie-dyed colors as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed bright xanthous across the brim of my pussy. I shuddered, trembling. I was so happy I 'd shaved my pussycat last night. It was all gone. No nasty, black hair's-breadth to get in the way of the wonderful yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pink and blue air and glittering gold on my rump, working my hands into my firmly butt-cheeks to make a wicked blend of colour. I worked silver and goldenrod and a wonderfully bite umbra across my face. I coated my neck opening. My second joint had a dozen different subtlety each, blend and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soles of my feet. I strained to rub blue devils and yellowness and reds and oranges across my back.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my body from right and left, my bare breasts bouncing and heaving with every campaign. They were so firm and perky, both beautiful with a state of nature swirl of coloring reaching up to my hard pap. As the pigment dried it gripped my skin. It felt so marvellous around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colorful girl in the world. Every boy would detect me now. They would see my tight dent painted hopeful yellow, my left mamilla that wonderful shadowiness of red, and my mighty nipple a brilliant orangeness. The mix of hues covered my boob would attract their regard as they bounced right and left. It all combine with the dye in my tomentum. male child who saw me from butt would see my butt-cheeks wavelet and jiggling as I sauntered down the halls, hypnotizing them with the portmanteau of undimmed hues.

My pussy juices ran down my second joint. Luckily, the key required grievous bodily harm to follow off. My pussy pick would n't thaw it away. It would, however, add a delicious glimmer to the kaleidoscope of hues decorating my inner thighs.

My arms were sore from the endeavour of coating my body, 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 volume of my body was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my painted chest bouncing and heaving, bare feet smacking on the steps. My lingua licked across my sass, tasting the waxy flavor coating them. I hit the tail end of the step and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karen, wow,"my mom said from the living room. She was wearing that Sami, old, irksome house robe. Purple again ? If she was only going to have on one coloring material at a fourth dimension, she could at to the lowest degree blame a different one each day.

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

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

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

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

I almost caused traffic accidents as I headed to my college. I was so colorful car 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. pedestrian, men and women alike, gaped at my body. The charwoman had such envy 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 prick. That was how I knew I had their full attention.

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

I grinned at him as I sauntered down the street. My unornamented animal foot 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. Thomas More and more boys were following me by then. heathland had to extract off his glassful and pass over the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the multitude, rubbing at his tool. Right before I reached the steps to enter my school, I could n't take any more. I need to see proof that I was colorful.

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

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

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

It clicked in his head. His jeans came undone faster than a flash. He shoved them down along with a yoke of packer dotted with pump. His cock popped out, thrusting thick from a wiry thatch of John Brown pubic haircloth.

I snagged Oscar 's cock in my multi-colour hand and pulled it towards my waxy lip. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my first ever rooster. He groaned as I nursed on him, my glossa sliding around the jacket, gathering the salty flavor of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Oscar 's cock in my lip. I sucked on his putz with such hunger, my Virgin pussy clenching. The guy cable all moved in around me, staring at my colorful organic structure, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my head. My dyed pigtails danced around my shoulders as my brain turned and twisted, shifting my oral cavity around his cock. I rubbed the spongy tip against the roof of my mouth, my tongue, and my inner cheeks.

"Goddamn, Karen,"growled Oscar."That 's it, soak up my shaft, you fucking whore."

"darn, you really blossomed into a ho, did n't you ?"growled Jermaine. The Black guy stood to my right wing, groping his putz through his jean as I worshiped Academy Award 's shaft.

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

"Just a beautiful passel,"moaned Heath."tinker's damn, I 'm about to erupt right in my jeans.

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

A roar erupted from the gathering boy. They were all staring at me. Hot purulent ointment trickled down my painted thighs as I took more and more of Academy Award 's gumshoe in my mouth. His crown reached the back of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his dick. bilgewater ran down my Chin. I made such wicked, wanton sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my right hand down between my thigh. I rubbed at my yellow-painted pussycat lips. My boiling pick coated them as I slid my finger through my juicy folds. I brushed my hymen, my virgin depths begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's prick, ripples of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my clit and frigged my little clitoris. Oscar groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colorful strands. He fucked my mouth. I gasped, his cock driving past my lips. I just had to sit there and let him use my rima oris. He fucked his cock in and out of my viva voce bodily cavity like it was my kitty. It made my snatch so wet.

"Irish bull, you want it bad,"Oscar groaned."I 'm unforced to give you what you need, you bold, little slut."

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

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

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

"Wanton filth !"

"Tie-dyed tart !"

"Bold slut."

"flasher THOT !"

They stared at my bouncing hips, wiggling ass, and painted finger's breadth dancing over my aching pussycat lips.

Oscar growled, his face twisting with ecstasy. His blunt features were burning with his passion. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his shaft all the way into the profoundness of my oral cavity. And then he groaned. He let out a loudly growling, his shaft pounding in my mouth. I squeezed my oculus shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my back talk.

As the salty flavor flare-up across my taste buds, my pussycat exploded in rapture. My finger's breadth rubbed at my clit as the pleasance rushed through me. undulation of disco biscuit flowed through my tie-dyed consistency. My breasts shook as Oscar ripped his cock out of my mouth. His second blast splashed across my face as I swallowed his first off warhead of jizz.

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

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his spunk covering my face. It ran hot down my face and dribbled from my frontal bone. Some reached my mouth, my tongue flicking out to enjoy to a greater extent of that delicious taste.

My physical structure bucked and heaved as everyone stared at me getting painted with a new color. The one vividness I had n't used. whiteness. It was all coloring combined in one. When you split Stanford White light in a prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my eubstance. And the best source for gabardine was cum. It was all so clear.

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

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

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

As Academy Award pulled away from me, leaving my cheek coated with his spunk, Jermaine sprang from the crowd. I shuddered as his zip fastener rasped and his jeans'fastener popped. His dark hammer appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knees behind me. His thick shaft smacked into my painted bum. I groaned as he seized the back of my school principal and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

I whimpered as I felt his shaft pressing into my virgin folds.

"nookie me !"I moaned."Mix up your pigment with my bitch. Use my body. I need you to cum on me !"

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

My maidenhead stretched and stretched before his tool. There was a sharp jab of pain as my cherry popped. I gasped as his dick knifed into the untouched depths of my pussy. I groaned as his blackness shaft gap me wider and wider. My head tossed back, my dyed pigtails dancing about my face. Rapture surged through me as his Lucille Ball smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big dick, my deflowered anatomy clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so vacate with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me hard. His crotch smacked into my colorful ass. The slap on flesh on physical body echoed around us while all the son cheered him on. I groaned as his testicle smacked into my button over and over, heavy with his boy-paint.

That wonderful cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my tongue licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my lips."Cum on, boys, my backtalk is free ! semen paint my soundbox in your jizz ! You want to adorn me with your spunk before the entire student body ?"

"God fucking hoot,"groaned Brian. The bushy boy fell to his stifle before me, his swath rattle as he fumbled to undo it. Then he fished out his tool and aimed it at my mouth. I opened wide and groaned in delight as he rammed it into me.

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

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

"Fuck the little painted slattern !"

"diddly-squat, I ca n't wait !"a guy growled."Just involve to fap."

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

"pelage that hot bod in kindling !"

It was wonderful. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw gasp coming undone. Cocks appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my pussy clenching around Jermaine 's big tool. His every thrust brought me secretive and closer to orgasming, my clit drunkenness in the thudding impact of his enceinte balls. The boys were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how sheer and bright and colorful I was.

I had all their attention.

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

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

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

And then to my sodding pleasure, hot spunk squirted from my right. It splashed across my side and dribbled down to my swinging breast. The cum was so hot, it almost seared me. I savored it, loving that ashen cream painting my consistence. The boy grunted, fisting his cock, squeezing out a final spurt of his seed.

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

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

I agreed. So hot. So naughty.

My breasts swayed beneath me as I rocked back and forth between Jermaine and Brian, the boy 's cum dribbling down my right tit. I loved the flavour of it. The hot delight reached my mamilla, adding bloodless to the orange I 'd already painted there.

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't endure much longer. Fucking blood-red pussy. The best."

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

"trust me, your little pencil dick will feel great in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, proceed working those hips, little ho. Fuck !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left. It splattered across my backrest and pooled in the rut of my spine. My buttocks clenched as those brief squirt puddled hot on my hide. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing down so hard on Jermaine 's pecker. I moaned around Brian 's dick. The inkiness guy thrust deep into me. His balls smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, fuck !"Jermaine groaned, my ruin purulent spasming wild around him.

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old jackass with hard thrusts. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his hawkshaw deep into my pussy. My material body writhed around them, milking him. I was so eager for his cum to erupt. I squealed around Brian 's shaft as the joy melted my mind.

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his hammer out of my convulsing puss. I felt so abandon, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my rump. I enjoyed those knock-down good time of pearly jizz painting my butt-cheeks. Wonderful ointment dribbled into my cleft. I loved the sticky feel of his blue paint. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm sweeping through me as he unloaded more and more of his punk.

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

It was.

"piece of ass, ca n't ... take ..."Brian moaned."shucks !"He ripped his cock out of my backtalk and fisted his ray of light hard.

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

My climax still rippling through me, his turncock erupted. His hot spunk splashed across the crown of my brain. I felt the wonderful, pearly spunk soaking my hair. I shuddered, trembling, pussy cream running down my thighs as his thick tinder dribbled over my forehead.

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

Jizz splattered my left-hand hip. It ran down my thigh, hot rill of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more of that tremendous colouring material sprayed across my torso. I rose up, my breasts 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 punk. His seeded player splattered across my perky breast. I groaned, my finger's breadth digging into my soma as he coated me and all that terrific spunk. I watched the pearly strands spill across my shape. It dribbled down to my finger's breadth. I massaged his semen, rubbing it across my alky mounds, coating me in pearly delight.

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

The boys cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a host of frenzy cacoethes. I trembled, so eager to be painted in all their source. Heath, pushing up his glasses, was the foremost to snap up me. He sank down on his vertebral column and yanked me atop him, his detached hand holding his shaft upright. I gasped as I impaled my cunt right down his tool. My cum-coated tits heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delight. Jizz dribbled down my consistence, that wonderful key. My pussy clenched around heathland 's cock.

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

I gasped as his peter nuzzled between my cum-smeared impertinence of my colored ass.

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his prick pressed against it. My bitch clenched around Heath 's prick as Tim 's cock driving force into my bowels. I gasped as my anal retentive pack 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 peter in my holes. Three shaft I had to get ready to paint my dead body in that wonderful, pure gloss. I trembled, sucking on the shaft in my mouth as I rose up heath 's cock. At the Saami fourth dimension, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his pecker over and over into my intestine. Velvety estrus rippled through me while silky delight surged out of my pussy.

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

"feel at the little ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his Black hammer glistening with my kitty-cat juices."Damn, Karenic, you 're a fiddling freak."

A bold, colored freak.

I sucked and suck my cock in my oral cavity as I rode heathland 's cock. Tim 's hard shaft pumped over and over into my asshole. The shake up pleasure flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips dancing from side to face, my son of a bitch squeezing down on Tim 's rooster while my pussy gripped heathland 's shaft. The three-fold frictions mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

boloney spilled over my Kuki-Chin as cum dribbled down my organic structure. Tim 's genitals smacked into my ass as he drove his cock over and over into my bowels. I bounced on heathland 's dick, my clit throbbing every time I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic hair rubbing against me. The grind groaned as I worked my cunt up and down his dick.

"study that cock, petty ho !"

"God damn, you fucking slut, Karen !"

"ass !"

Hot derive splashed against my arm. It coated my shoulder and dribbled down towards my cubitus. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to splosh me everywhere. My pussy drank in the detrition of heath 's cock while my asshole gripped Tim 's shaft as he pounded me laborious. I sucked with all my might on the hawkshaw in my back talk, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a fucking whore !"

pearly jizz splattered into the spinal column of my school principal, coating more of my pilus. It ran down the back of my cervix and dribble over my articulatio humeri blades. I loved the smell of the hot spunk. It coated me in that wonderful color. The beauty of pearly jizz.

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

"Oh, damn !"the guy fucking my sassing gasped. He ripped his dick out of my mouth 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 finisher to my orgasm. Tim push 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 sweet-smelling cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Joseph Black diaphysis. My slit squeezed around Heath 's cock as my entire trunk shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two unlike male child were painting me in their passion. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed around heathland 's dick. My arse spasmed around Tim 's pounding dick. I bucked and writhed, working my holes up and down both their ray of light. Intense wafture of transport flowed through my eubstance. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's dick. I moaned and whimpered, stars dancing before my eyes. My cakehole writhed and convulsed on their amazing cocks. I whimpered, my hip wiggling from English to side. My flesh milked them, bring them closer and closer to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so much spunk.

Rapture drowned my mind.

"Fucking kinky loose woman !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your SOB is going wild around my cock. roll in the hay !"

He ripped out of my shit. The first-class honours degree spurt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my spine. I felt the jizz running hot down my skin as more than and more K splashed on my flesh. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my eubstance, making me experience so naughty and wild.

My kitty-cat spasmed toilsome about heathland 's turncock. My mind melted, my orgasm still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's tool as Tim rammed into my whoreson. His cock was even thicker than Tim 's. He grunted, arduous balls smacking into my flesh as he plunged into my asshole.

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

It was all such a fuzz. I do n't have it away how hanker I rode heath 's dick, did n't sleep with how many cocks had fucked my dickhead and rima oris, before that nerd finally erupted into my snatch. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming cunt while the boys spurted jizz on me from every side. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my pussy was getting basted with the creamy paint.

"Karenic !"snarled the nerd as he filled my slit with more spurts of jizz."This is unbelievable !"

Still cumming, sot on this import, I rolled off of him. I writhed on the ground, gasping and moaning as they stood over me, jerking off their hammer. Cum fired at me from every direction. They were all erupting. All splashing me in jizz. They painted touchwood across my skin. I rubbed it into my chassis as my sexual climax rippled through me. My creative thinker melted in rapture.

They made me into a masterpiece.

Finally, my soundbox was painted. I was drenched in wonderful, pearly jizz. I stood up, that scrumptious spunk drying on my colorful body. I sauntered forward, my dumbbell shakiness and my ass swaying. The crowd parted for me, and I marched into the college bold as fuck. I did n't wish. Everyone could see me. Everyone could see how well I stood out.

I had a huge grin on my face as every boy paid attention to me all day. Even the teacher. Every man who witnessed me gained hard cock that needed rest. Luckily, there was always a new bit of my body that needed to be painted. Unlike the body key, cum did n't close long.

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

Good matter the wages were worth it. I could n't hold off. Smiling, I spotted a prick that needed my care."Pussy, motherfucker, or mouth ?"

The guy grinned.

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The figure chuckled. The latest duo of step-in was a smashing success. The number had no estimation the former distich would go over so well. It glanced down at the fresh panties lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this brace was subdued.

inkiness, a bit of lace around the waistband, and two Holy Scripture printed across the rump in big, bold, white letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one more than plus. The figure stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the slit giving admittance to the wearer 's pussy. The design smiled. Where would be the best place to go out these scanty ? The figure chuckled again as the perfect spot clicked in its mind.

Rising, the shape snatched up its creation and left its workshop behind.

To be continued in the future tale of Mind-Controlling scanty ...