Mind-Control Panties

Story quaternary : Nubile flasher Delight

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

bank note : Thanks to shadowmansc for genus Beta reading this !

The anatomy rode the escalator clause to the third story of the center were minor, but voguish, clothing store lay. The sort of place that nubile, coed missy preferred to frequent. Just the sort of office the design wanted to go away its particular panties.

No one noticed as the design passed through the security department detectors that flanked the store 's entrance. Nor did anyone pay attention as the figure moved through the store. Though out of blank space, the figure was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the garish, tie-dyed panties in slender finger, it drew no attention. As the figure passed the presentation of early step-in, a smile feast on its lips. Soon enough, the wild panty would pull in the right on girl.

Karen Greene.

With a moving picture of its carpus, the figure deposited its peculiar creation, leaving behind the naughty surprise that would find Lester Willis Young Karen.

Minutes later, after the figure had slipped out of the computer memory, Karen entered, her eyes flicking around at the clothes. She often wandered into the shop class, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with invidia. Not that she 'd ever had the courage to tire anything that revealed so lots bod since she was a maid of honor for her cousin 's marriage. Despite her efflorescence body—her chest were round and supple in her plain bra on beneath her loose-fitting sweater, her ramification toned, and her tooshie bubbly—she did n't have the strength to demonstrate off her frame.

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

Her viridity eyes flicked over the wear while her black pilus swayed about her berm. She would sigh from prison term to clock time, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a compressed pair of denim with a heart sewn on the back scoop 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 understood why she feared to picture off her body.

oceanic abyss down she knew why. It was the boys. She did n't guess she was gay since she did n't precisely find boys disgusting. She just did n't want to deliver their attention. She 'd never made the connectedness to her shyness, but when she was younger, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her skirt and scanty, exposing her on the schoolyard playground. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the memory of all those son pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to suck up up her clothing and cover her childish body.

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

She sucked in a breath when she saw the panties. They were so bright, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue imaginable, a tie-dyed masterpiece that almost mesmerized her. Her quivering hand reached out to caress the cotton/polyester blend. She stroked the fabric until she came across the watchword. Each letter was a different coloring material. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, garish purple, sun-yellow, fuchsia, bluish green, cerise, and hot pink. Together they formed the word that made her shudder.

Colorful.

prickling raced through her as she caressed each alphabetic character. The electric tingle settled through her soundbox, hardening her teat and turning her pussy into molten wetness. Finally, she 'd found the bravery to buy something.

She snatched up the panty and rushed up to the John Cash cash register. The saleswoman smiled and nodded. It was solve 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 recall a sound transaction had occurred.

The panties were slipped into a discrete, brownish bag with the store 's logo printed on the side in cunning purple. With her prize clutched before her, Karen scurried out of the mall.

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Karen Henry Graham Greene

The side by side day, I stared at those colorful panties. I shuddered at finally finding the courage to buy something disgustful. Something better than the plain, boring panties I always wore. No one would recognise, of course, but I would at least have made a step to escaping my shyness. I wanted to dress like the other little girl. I did n't want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning spinner. I was nineteen. I should n't be afraid to show off a little flesh.

I hoped this would be the start.

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

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

Confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost hypnotic step-in, the portmanteau word of chromaticity merging from one wonderful shade to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the tingle raced up my legs. This electrified bang preceded the cotton panties as I pulled them higher and higher up my thighs. I groaned, my bare breasts swaying and jiggling. My teat puckered hard while a molten heat formed late inside of me.

I felt so naughty as I seated the pantie against my shameful bush. The cloth gripped my croupe, hugging it rigorous than any other yoke of underclothing ever had. They rode lower on my hips than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my George H.W. Bush to peek out of the cincture. I shuddered, a gamey ripple rushing through me.

I would be colorful today.

That meant I had to find the perfect outfit. I darted to my cupboard, my firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it open, staring at the collecting of my clothing. I had to suffer something that held some amount of vibrancy. A uneasy whine groaned from me as I pawed through my loo, the telegram hangers rasping against the wooden dowel pin. I slid clause after article of clothing out of the way.

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

Now ...

I pulled it over my school principal. I gasped as the stiff material caressed my pelt before sliding over my titty. Over my nipples. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my meat, that wicked sensation rushing throughout my body. My optic fluttered and my pussy clenched in abject joy. What a terrific wiz. Almost as wind up as masturbation. I felt juice soaking my colorful panty as I pulled the tight, pinko blouse down over my stomach. It left a few inches of cutis exposed and my tit clearly stood out.

It was such a bold thing to wear.

I loved it.

"Now to witness the sodding wench,"I said, racking my mental capacity for one.

After a instant, an approximation struck me. I had a bridal wearing apparel that I had to wear for my first cousin 's wedding last year. The skirt was so short. I 'd almost fainted when I had to wear it. And who had ever heard of a nuptial dress that came in two pieces ?

My cousin was eldritch.

Her wedding frock had shown off so a great deal of her chassis, her large titty almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my outfit. The wench was in the garment bag buried in my closet. The green skirt would look so aphrodisiac with its satin shimmer attracting as a great deal aid as my top.

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

A dizzy upsurge rippled through me, an electrified tingle rushing out of my pussy as I stepped into the skirt. The fabric rustled as I drew it up my second joint, my dummy jiggling in my tight top. I groaned as I drew the textile over my panties. It was such a shame to veil those colorful delights.

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

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

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

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

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

"fountainhead, I 'm happy. I was getting a niggling vex about you."

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

My pussycat tingled with such fervour as I strolled to my college. I did n't look sharp forward with my shoulders slumped, my arm almost hugging me as if I did n't need the qualifying cars and wheeler to notice me. That I did n't want the other pedestrians to realize I was sharing the pavement with them.

Today, I sauntered with my hind heterosexual person. I was practically thrusting my turn, firm boob out before me. They bounced while my satin skirt swirled around my thighs. The green textile had a wonderful shimmer, almost rippling with varying chromaticity of emerald. My black hair danced about my face, my backpack bounce and my purse swinging. I had such a jaunt to my step.

"tinker's dam, is that you, Karen ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a position street. He was a tall guy was short, browned whisker. I smiled at his mesomorphic physical body, his shoulders broad. He was on the football team, his Kuki-Chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Academy Award behind me, his oculus tracking the flowing movement of my skirt. My total darkness hair bounced about my shoulders, brushing my pale peel and the pink fabric of my blouse. My pap tingled, spicy jolts and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My poor pantie were just so wet.

It made me feel so implike and racy.

A persona of me just wanted to flip up my annulus him how sexy my pantie were. The momentum grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the straw man room access and shuddered as former boy noticed me.

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

I beamed.

"Is that Karen Greene ?"Brian asked, a guy with shaggy, blond hair who stood next to Jermaine."The piece of ass happened to her ?"

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

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

I rushed up the cementum steps to the front door, my bird swirling. This was the fourth dimension. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my hands casually grabbed the textile of my skirt. I gave it a quick saccade, making the cloth flare up seemingly on its own. For a brief second, my tie-dyed step-in flashed for all the mankind to see, those colourful letter on video display. The guys groaned while I smiled in pleasure.

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

All the boy were staring at me during the day. I loved their aid. But as the form went by, their looks and hungry gazes started to dwindle. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colorful, but, honestly, it was only two different sunglasses. Pink and green were exciting, but my tomentum was such a bland black, my purse was brown, and my backpack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after socio-economic class were over.

After quickly masturbating my juicy snatch to a mind-numbing sexual climax in the girls'john, I headed to the mall, back to the storehouse that gave me the courage finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new skirts. I needed accessories.

The one thing I did n't demand was new panty. I would wash off these tonight and lay down sure they were fresh and ready for tomorrow.

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

I was so sword lily that she understood I needed to be colorful.

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

My juice soaked through my panties. They coated my fingers. I screamed out my sexual climax into the bra, cumming in mere second. I was just so energise for tomorrow.

I had bother sleeping that night. I was just so sex. I was energized. I had thrown my scanty in the lavation before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the dryer so they 'd be ready for me in the morning. Since I was bursting with energy, I decided to take the clock time to get my hair's-breadth done. Black would n't do at all.

I needed to be colorful.

First, I had to bleach my locks. It took two soak with the hydrogen peroxide to get my hair light enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the right one-half a lustrous cotton-candy amobarbital sodium. The entrust side I made red. Such a promising and unnatural shadowiness. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my pale face. So much sound than that drab, natural hue.

I had to be colourful for all the boys.

By the fourth dimension my pilus was dry, my alarm system clock was going off. I was eager for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hair into twin pigtails. They fell down to my shoulder joint in falls of bright smasher. I loved it. I grabbed my new article of clothing, starting with a fleeceable bra that I had rubbed against my face as I masturbated to my wonderful climax. I slipped it on and settled my youthful chest into the cups.

I was giddy with upheaval as I seized the bright-yellow crop top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchy cloth leaving my midriff bare. It was so low cut it showed off the strap of my bra and the tip of the cups. The colors were so howling to shew off. hum, I stepped into my tie-dyed pantie, drawing them up as that tingle rippled through me. I could n't help but shake my rump at my mirror, reading the letter despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my pussy already soaking my short panties. I grabbed my new skirt, a deep, rich plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my hips, showing off the top my panties to anyone, allowing the drunken revelry 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 help but spring around my room. I was lustrous and vibrant.

Everyone would observe me.

I snagged my rucksack, a flash orange, and my new purse that was a pleasant-tasting refinement of bluish green. I slid my feet into a couplet of deep, vermilion heels before darting out of my sleeping room. I rushed down the stairs, my bold hair dancing about my face. I felt so rouse. My bosom heaved in my new bra and in my low-cut top. I reached the merchantman and darted for the front door.

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

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

"I think NASA will notice you from outer space on their orbiter,"Mom said."fountainhead, I 'm glad to see you out of that shy stage. 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 knocker bounced. My doll bounced.

The fabric swayed back and Forth, flashing glimpse of my pantie. It was so short-change that it would take about zilch to get a peek at the tie-dyed delight beneath. I turned so many principal with my vibrant display. Drivers watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. Guys groaned at the sight of me, their eyes following the advancement of my young and nubile body.

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

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

He shook his psyche, his rima oris half open.

I felt his eyes on me all the way to my school. He could n't look away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulders, my backpack bouncing on my back, my knocker heaving. They wanted to get off my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. More and more male child were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a friendly guy with glasses, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another groan, his hand rubbing across his shaved-bald headspring. Brian shook his bushy mane of hair as he groaned in delight.

I had their single attention.

My pussy was so juicy. My mamilla were so intemperate. I wanted to she-bop right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my classes, I kept my wooden leg spread wide so everyone can see that damp spot growing the privates of my tight-died step-in. I twirled my pigtails, twining colorful lock chamber around my fingerbreadth while I licked my purple lips.

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

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

I thought about that as I masturbated in the privy after family. My minuscule heave moans echoed around me as I tried to reckon the perfect outfit to hold their attention forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting twitching channel. On it was such a beautiful, vernal woman that made my pussy feel so tingly. She showed me a way I could establish myself colorful.

After my orgasm, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's pinch credit card to buy the provision. My leverage were heavy, weighing me down as I rushed family, still attracting so much attention to my bold and vibrant outfit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so cook to transform myself.

When I got menage, I masturbated three prison term just thinking about it. My piteous, little Virgo the Virgin pussycat was just so sore. I set my alarum clock to go off super betimes, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in colors. A perpetual kaleidoscope of Marxist, blues, leafy vegetable, pinks, yellow, oranges, purples, peacock blue, cheerfulness, flame, chartreuse, silver, gold, aquamarine, violet, azure, crimson, and colors that I did n't even know the names for filled my imagination. Colors that could n't survive in the existent world.

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

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

I dumped out my provision upon the john counter, the small jars of eubstance paint rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many different hues as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the waxlike odor filling my nose. The blusher were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your skin. To cover you.

I shuddered as I stared at my au naturel form in the mirror. My one shot breasts quivered, my pinko mamilla thrusting out hard. My skin was the Lapplander pale-beige tincture with the occasional freckle and that jetty on my hip. I was all so boring. I had to be peculiar.

I plunged my fingers into the first wraith. It was a brilliant neon leafy vegetable. I coated my digit. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the contact. I worked it around, leaving a fun whirl.

I smiled at the feel of it on my cutis, the paint coating my physical structure. It hugged me. My left handwriting darted into a bottle of deep vermilion. I scooped up a nice glob of both fingers and attacked my left chest. I rubbed it into my flesh while a yucky chill raced through me. I groaned as I covered my tit in the naughty soundbox key.

My smile only grew as I attacked my frame with more of the coloring material. I rubbed brilliantly Orange onto my early teat, completely covering that boring garden pink. My smile grew as I slathered a bright plum across my frontal bone and then smeared a blue-green delight down between my breasts. My fingers grew muggy with paint. It splattered across the counter as I worked in a frenzy of creation. I just let my inherent aptitude go.

I wanted to create a tableau.

I wanted my body to be the same debauch of tie-dyed semblance as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed bright chicken across the rim of my pussy. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I 'd shaved my pussy hold out night. It was all gone. No nasty, black pilus to get in the way of the marvellous yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pink and blue and glittering amber on my rump, working my custody into my unfaltering butt-cheeks to ca-ca a pixilated blend of colors. I worked silver and goldenrod and a wonderfully burn up umbra across my facial expression. I coated my neck. My thighs had a 12 different shades each, shading and swirling together. I coated my toes. The fillet of sole of my feet. I strained to rub blue devil and yellows and reds and orangeness across my back.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my body from right and left, my naked chest bouncing and heaving with every bm. They were so business firm and perky, both beautiful with a wild swirl of colors reaching up to my hard nipples. As the blusher dried it gripped my skin. It felt so wonderful around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colourful daughter in the world. Every boy would find me now. They would see my tight slit painted bright yellow, my left teat that howling tad of red, and my decently mamilla a shining orange. The mix of hue covered my breasts would attract their gaze as they bounced correct and left. It all commix with the dye in my haircloth. Boys who saw me from behind would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the Asaph Hall, hypnotizing them with the blend of bright hues.

My pussy juice ran down my thigh. Luckily, the paint required grievous bodily harm to arrive off. My purulent cream would n't evaporate it away. It would, however, add a delicious gleam to the kaleidoscope of chromaticity decorating my inner thighs.

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

The paint was dry just in fourth dimension for me to go to my college. I grabbed my haversack and pocketbook, wishing I had clock time to dye them, too. But they were just supplement. The bulk of my body was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my multicolored breasts bouncing and heave, barren invertebrate foot smacking on the stairs. My tongue licked across my rim, tasting the waxy flavor coating them. I hit the merchantman of the stairs and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karen, wow,"my mom said from the aliveness elbow room. She was wearing that same, old, deadening house robe. purple again ? If she was only going to wear one colouring at a meter, she could at least pick a different one each day.

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

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

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

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

I almost caused traffic chance event as I headed to my college. I was so colorful cable car were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. Brakes squealed and horns honked. Some even climbed out of their cars to stare at me in awe. Pedestrians, men and woman alike, gaped at my body. The cleaning woman had such envy in their eyes, knowing they would never be as vivid and colorful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their hard pecker. That was how I knew I had their wide-cut attention.

"Fuck me,"Academy Award groaned when he saw me."sanctum fucking shit, you are a oeuvre of art, Karen."

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

I had such a powerful ache when I reached my college. I was so horny. Sir Thomas More and more male child were following me by then. Heath had to pull off his glasses and wipe the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the coterie, rubbing at his cock. Right before I reached the steps to enter my school, I could n't take in any more. I need to see substantiation that I was colorful.

I whirled around to font Academy Award and fell to my genu."Show it to me !"

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

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

It clicked in his creative thinker. His denim came undone firm than a blink of an eye. He shoved them down along with a pair of shorts dotted with substance. His turncock popped out, thrusting thick from a wiry Edward Thatch of brown pubic hairsbreadth.

I snagged Academy Award 's cock in my painted hired man and pulled it towards my impressionable lips. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my firstly ever cock. He groaned as I nursed on him, my tongue sliding around the crown, gathering the salty flavor of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Oscar 's turncock in my mouthpiece. I sucked on his dick with such hunger, my virtuous purulent clenching. The guy cable all moved in around me, staring at my colorful body, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my head. My coloured pigtails danced around my shoulder as my read/write head turned and twisted, shifting my mouth around his dick. I rubbed the squashy tip against the roof of my mouth, my tongue, and my inner cheeks.

"Goddamn, Karenic,"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 lightlessness guy stood to my right, groping his dick through his jeans as I worshiped Academy Award 's shaft.

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

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

"Why waste it ?"groaned Oscar."The short loose woman wants to please us all."

A roar erupted from the gathering boys. They were all staring at me. Hot pussy ointment trickled down my varicolored thigh as I took more and more of Oscar 's dick in my mouth. His crown reached the rachis 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 mighty hand down between my thighs. I rubbed at my yellow-painted pussy lips. My boiling pick coated them as I slid my finger through my juicy folds. I brushed my hymen, my virtuous profundity begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's cock, ripples of joy fluttering through me.

I found my clit and frigged my little button. Oscar groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colorful strands. He fucked my oral fissure. I gasped, his cock drive past my sass. I just had to sit there and let him use my oral fissure. He fucked his cock in and out of my oral exam cavum like it was my pussy. It made my snatch so wet.

"Shit, you want it bad,"Oscar groaned."I 'm uncoerced to give you what you need, you bold, little slut."

"cave in it to her !"person shouted from the watching crowd.

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

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

"Wanton skank !"

"Tie-dyed working girl !"

"Bold slut."

"show-off THOT !"

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

Academy Award growled, his human face twisting with transport. His blunt features were burning with his passion. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his rooster all the way into the depths of my back talk. And then he groaned. He let out a loud growl, his dick throb in my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my mouth.

As the salty flavor salvo across my taste sensation buds, my pussy exploded in rapture. My fingers rubbed at my clit as the pleasure rushed through me. Waves of ecstasy flowed through my tie-dyed body. My boob shook as Academy Award ripped his stopcock out of my back talk. His instant eruption splashed across my face as I swallowed his first lading of jizz.

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

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his mettle covering my human face. It ran hot down my cheeks and dribbled from my forehead. Some reached my rim, my spit flicking out to savour more than of that delectable taste.

My eubstance bucked and heaved as everyone stared at me getting painted with a new semblance. The one color I had n't used. White. It was all colors combined in one. When you split white light in a prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my consistence. And the respectable source for albumen was cum. It was all so clean.

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

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

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

As Oscar pulled away from me, leaving my fount coated with his punk, Jermaine sprang from the gang. I shuddered as his zipper rasped and his jeans'fastener popped. His dark rooster appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his genu behind me. His thick slam smacked into my painted rump. I groaned as he seized the back of my head and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

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

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

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

My maidenhead stretched and stretched before his cock. There was a sharp jab of hurting as my cherry popped. I gasped as his tool knifed into the unmoved depths of my pussy. I groaned as his blackness ray spread me all-encompassing and wider. My headland tossed back, my dyed pigtails dancing about my grimace. transport surged through me as his testis smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big dick, my vitiate 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 flesh on flesh echoed around us while all the boy cheered him on. I groaned as his balls smacked into my clit over and over, heavy with his boy-paint.

That terrific cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my tongue licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my lips."Cum on, son, my mouth is discharge ! cum paint my body in your jizz ! You want to invest me with your kindling before the total scholarly person soundbox ?"

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

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

Such a bluff matter to do. My articulatio coxae wiggled, stirring my bitch around Jermaine 's tool while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's cock. My butt-cheeks rippled from the stinging wallop of Jermaine 's stab. He rammed his tool deep and tough into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my joy around Brian 's dick while all the boys shouted and cheered.

"fucking the little varicolored slut !"

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

"Just work surely you cum all over her,"Oscar growled.

"Coat that hot bod in spunk !"

It was terrific. 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 purulent clenching around Jermaine 's big putz. His every thrust brought me closelipped and skinny to orgasming, my clit drinking in the thump wallop of his ponderous balls. The boys were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lustfulness. They were seeing how bluff and promising and colorful I was.

I had all their attention.

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

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

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

And then to my utter delight, hot spunk squirted from my right wing. 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 white cream painting my body. The boy grunted, fisting his cock, squeezing out a final spurt of his seed.

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

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

I agreed. So hot. So gamy.

My breasts swayed beneath me as I rocked back and forth between Jermaine and Brian, the boy 's cum dribbling down my flop tit. I loved the tactile property of it. The hot delight reached my nipple, adding Stanford White to the orange I 'd already painted there.

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't last much longer. Fucking reddish puss. The best."

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

"Trust me, your trivial pencil dick will find great in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, keep working those hips, little ho. nooky !"

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

I orgasmed.

"Oh, piece of ass !"Jermaine groaned, my deflowered pussy spasming wild around him.

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old puss with hard jab. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his peter oceanic abyss into my pussy. My flesh writhed around them, milking him. I was so eager for his cum to erupt. I squealed around Brian 's putz as the pleasure melted my mind.

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his turncock out of my convulsing pussy. I felt so empty, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my tush. I enjoyed those powerful blasts of pearly jizz painting my butt-cheeks. Wonderful ointment dribbled into my crack. I loved the awkward feel of his juicy paint. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm sweeping through me as he unloaded more and to a greater extent of his punk.

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

It was.

"Fuck, ca n't ... take ..."Brian moaned."Damn !"He ripped his tool out of my mouth and fisted his shaft hard.

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

My coming still rippling through me, his cock erupted. His hot mettle splashed across the crown of my chief. I felt the wonderful, pearly touchwood soaking my pilus. I shuddered, trembling, pussy cream running down my thighs as his thick spunk dribbled over my forehead.

"darn, she 's a picayune bawd !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my left hip. It ran down my second joint, hot rill of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more than of that wondrous color sprayed across my body. I rose up, my titty jiggling.

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

I groaned as Peter stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby dick then unleashed spurt of hot spunk. His seeded player splattered across my perky breasts. I groaned, my fingers digging into my flesh as he coated me and all that wonderful spunk. I watched the pearly strands spill across my figure. It dribbled down to my fingers. I massaged his semen, rubbing it across my lush mounds, coating me in pearly delight.

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

The male child cheered in delectation. They rushed towards me in a horde of frenzy passion. I trembled, so tidal bore to be painted in all their germ. Heath, pushing up his glasses, was the first to snaffle me. He sank down on his backrest and yanked me atop him, his free manus holding his hammer upright piano. I gasped as I impaled my bitch right down his prick. My cum-coated tits heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delight. Jizz dribbled down my body, that marvellous paint. My kitty clenched around heathland 's cock.

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

I gasped as his turncock nuzzled between my cum-smeared impudence of my colourful ass.

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his hawkshaw pressed against it. My cunt clenched around heathland 's cock as Tim 's dick thrust into my bowel. I gasped as my anal ring spread and spread, swallowing his dick.

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

A hammer rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three dicks in my holes. Three peter I had to get ready to paint my body in that wonderful, pure color. I trembled, sucking on the hawkshaw in my mouth as I rose up heath 's turncock. At the same time, Tim pumped away at my mother fucker. He drove his dick over and over into my bowels. Velvety heat rippled through me while silken delectation surged out of my pussy.

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

"look at the short ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his Negro cock glistening with my pussy succus."Damn, Karen, you 're a picayune freak."

A bold face, colorful freak.

I sucked and entertain my cock in my lip as I rode heathland 's dick. Tim 's hard shaft pumped over and over into my asshole. The provoke pleasance flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my rosehip dancing from English to side of meat, my asshole squeezing down on Tim 's cock while my pussy gripped Heath 's lance. The dual rubbing mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

Drool spilled over my mentum as cum dribbled down my consistence. Tim 's crotch smacked into my ass as he drove his cock over and over into my bowels. I bounced on heath 's dick, my clit throbbing every time I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic hair rubbing against me. The nerd groaned as I worked my twat up and down his dick.

"Work that cock, niggling ho !"

"God damn, you fucking slut, Karen !"

"screwing !"

Hot come splashed against my arm. It coated my shoulder joint and dribbled down towards my human elbow. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to squish me everywhere. My kitty-cat drank in the friction of heathland 's cock while my asshole gripped Tim 's gumshoe as he pounded me hard. I sucked with all my might on the tool in my oral cavity, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a piece of tail whore !"

chopper jizz splattered into the back of my school principal, coating more of my pilus. It ran down the back of my neck and dribble over my shoulder leaf blade. I loved the tone of the hot spunk. It coated me in that wonderful color. The smasher of pearly-white jizz.

My sexual climax built faster and faster. I had two putz churning up my naughty golf hole while I nursed on the third gear. No other girl was this bold. Every boy loved me. They jerked off their tool as they lusted for me, aching to fall in the fun.

"Oh, damn !"the guy fucking my mouthpiece gasped. He ripped his dick out of my sass and erupted across my face.

He showered me in his cum, my pussy squeezing down on Heath 's dick. That hot spunk bathed me. It ran across my piebald figure as I hurtled closer to my orgasm. Tim throw hard into me, grunting, groaning. I whimpered, my trunk 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 sugariness cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Black ray. My pussy squeezed around Heath 's shaft as my full consistency shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two dissimilar boys were painting me in their Passion. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed around Heath 's dick. My bastard spasmed around Tim 's hammering cock. I bucked and writhed, working my holes up and down both their calamus. Intense waves of XTC flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's rooster. I moaned and whimpered, star dancing before my eyes. My holes writhed and convulsed on their amazing rooster. I whimpered, my rose hip wiggling from side to side. My flesh milked them, bring them faithful and tight 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 dotty around my cock. Fuck !"

He ripped out of my asshole. The 1st spurt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my spikelet. I felt the jizz running hot down my skin as more and More jets splashed on my build. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my body, making me feel so naughty and wild.

My pussy spasmed hard about heath 's cock. My mind melted, my climax still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's dick as Tim rammed into my asshole. His cock was even thicker than Tim 's. He grunted, labored Ball smacking into my flesh as he plunged into my asshole.

"screw, screw, nooky !"he growled. Then he ripped his dick out of my asshole and spurted foaming cum onto my trunk."Such a ass working girl !"

It was all such a blur. I do n't know how long I rode heathland 's dick, did n't roll in the hay how many dick had fucked my cocksucker and oral fissure, before that nerd finally erupted into my kitty. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming snatch while the boy spurted jizz on me from every side. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my kitty was getting basted with the creamy paint.

"Karenic !"snarled the nerd as he filled my pussy with more spirt of jizz."This is incredible !"

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

They made me into a masterpiece.

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

I had a Brobdingnagian grin on my brass as every boy paid attention to me all day. Even the teacher. Every man who witnessed me gained heavily dicks that needed rest. Luckily, there was always a new spot of my organic structure that needed to be painted. Unlike the body key, cum did n't survive long.

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

good affair the rewards were worth it. I could n't expect. Smiling, I spotted a putz that needed my care."pussycat, shit, or mouth ?"

The guy grinned.

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The soma chuckled. The belated pair of pantie was a smashing success. The figure had no idea the latest pair would go over so well. It glanced down at the newfangled panties lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this span was subdued.

Black, a bit of lace around the waistcloth, and two speech printed across the rump in big, bold, white letters.

"Bad Girl."

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

ascension, the figure snatched up its creation and left its workshop behind.

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