Mind-Control Panties

tale Four : Nubile Exhibitionist pleasure

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to shadowmansc for beta reading this !

The physical body rode the escalator to the third base of the mall were minor, but trendy, clothing computer memory lay. The kind of property that nubile, coed girl preferred to frequent. Just the sort of spot the figure wanted to lead its special panties.

No one noticed as the figure of speech passed through the certificate detectors that flanked the stock 's entrance. Nor did anyone pay attention as the figure moved through the stock. Though out of place, the figure was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the garish, tie-dyed panties in slender fingers, it drew no attending. As the figure passed the show of other panties, a grin spread on its lips. Soon enough, the wild step-in would attract the powerful girl.

Karen Greene.

With a picture of its radiocarpal joint, the figure deposited its extra creation, leaving behind the naughty surprisal that would retrieve Young Karen.

min later, after the figure had slipped out of the store, Karen entered, her eyes flicking around at the apparel. She often wandered into the shop, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with invidia. Not that she 'd ever had the braveness to tire out anything that revealed so much flesh since she was a maid of honor for her cousin-german 's wedding. Despite her flowering body—her titty were round and supple in her field bra on beneath her baggy sweater, her ramification toned, and her rump bubbly—she did n't take the potency to usher off her figure.

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

Her green eyes flicked over the clothing while her smutty hair swayed about her shoulders. She would sigh from clock time to time, spotting a bird or a blouse or a tight duet of dungaree with a center sewn on the rear pocket that she ached to wear off. She wished she could summon the courageousness. She would unsay while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweatpants. She ached to infer why she feared to show off her body.

Deep down she knew why. It was the boys. She did n't think she was gay since she did n't precisely detect male child disgusting. She just did n't want to possess their attention. She 'd never made the association to her shyness, but when she was younger, a boy named Academy Award had ripped down her skirt and step-in, exposing her on the schoolyard playground. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the memory of all those boy pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to draw up her wear and cover her childish consistency.

A decade later, the emotional 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 conceivable, a tie-dyed masterpiece that almost mesmerized her. Her vibration hand reached out to fondle the cotton/polyester blend. She stroked the fabric until she came across the word. Each letter was a different color. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, garish purple, sun-yellow, fuchsia, teal, cherry-red, and hot pink. Together they formed the word that made her shudder.

Colorful.

tingling raced through her as she caressed each letter. The electric quiver settled through her dead body, hardening her pap and turning her pussy into disappear wetness. Finally, she 'd regain the courage to buy something.

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

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

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Karen Greene

The following day, I stared at those colorful panties. I shuddered at finally finding the courage to buy something wicked. Something better than the plain, boring panties I always wore. No one would cognize, of track, but I would at least have made a step to escaping my shyness. I wanted to dress like the early little girl. I did n't want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning old maid. I was XIX. I should n't be afraid to show off a little bod.

I hoped this would be the start.

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

I shuddered, remembering that embarrassing day a 10 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 gamy division again. Well, I was in college. If they tried anything, they would be in trouble.

Confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost mesmerizing step-in, the blend of hue merging from one fantastic shade to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the thrill raced up my pegleg. This electrified rush preceded the cotton plant panties as I pulled them higher and higher up my thigh. I groaned, my bare breasts swaying and jiggling. My mammilla puckered hard while a molten heat formed cryptical inside of me.

I felt so juicy as I seated the scanty against my black pubic hair. The fabric gripped my rump, hugging it tighter than any former pair of underwear ever had. They rode grim on my hip joint than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my bush to peek out of the waistband. I shuddered, a naughty rippling rushing through me.

I would be colorful today.

That meant I had to see the utter outfit. I darted to my closet, my business firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it open, staring at the ingathering of my clothing. I had to consume something that held some sum of vibrancy. A nervous whimper groaned from me as I pawed through my wardrobe, the wire hangers rasping against the wooden dowel pin. I slid article after article of clothing out of the way.

Soon, I was reaching towards the back where clothing I had n't worn in a few years hung. I gasped as I found a birthday present tense from my mom when I was xvi. 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 sleeves and it had been low cut when I was two long time younger. Then, my breasts were only budding.

Now ...

I pulled it over my head. I gasped as the tight textile caressed my hide before sliding over my breasts. Over my nipples. I groaned at the cloth rubbing against my inwardness, that wicked sensation rushing throughout my dead body. My eyes fluttered and my pussy clenched in miserable delight. What a wonderful sensation. Almost as exciting as onanism. I felt juices soaking my colorful step-in as I pulled the tight, pinko blouse down over my stomach. It left a few inches of peel exposed and my tit clearly stood out.

It was such a bold thing to wear.

I loved it.

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

After a moment, an idea struck me. I had a nuptial attire that I had to wear for my cousin 's wedding party last class. The skirt was so short. I 'd almost fainted when I had to tire out it. And who had ever heard of a bridal clothes that came in two pieces ?

My cousin was unearthly.

Her wedding dress had shown off so much of her shape, her with child boob almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my outfit. The skirt was in the garment bag buried in my cupboard. The green skirt would look so sexy with its satin shimmer attracting as much attention as my top.

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

A giddy spate rippled through me, an electrify tingle rushing out of my pussy as I stepped into the skirt. The framework rustled as I drew it up my thigh, my boobs jiggling in my taut top. I groaned as I drew the fabric over my panty. It was such a shame to hide out those colorful delights.

Now ready for school, I grabbed my disastrous backpack. Ugh, it was so drab. I hated pulling it on. My handbag was n't any advantageously. Why did I pick out one in such an ugly shade of brown ?

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my doll swirling about my thighs, my white meat bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hallway and rushed down them towards the front door. My mother peeked out of the keep room, wrapped up in a empurpled housecoat. She said,"Karen ... My, that 's, um ... an interesting outfit."

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

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

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

"Well, I 'm gladiola. I was getting a short interest about you."

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

My kitty-cat tingled with such excitement as I strolled to my college. I did n't speed forward with my shoulders slumped, my weaponry almost hugging me as if I did n't want the passing cars and bicyclists to note me. That I did n't want the other pedestrian to realize I was sharing the sidewalk with them.

Today, I sauntered with my back straight. I was practically thrusting my round, business firm titties out before me. They bounced while my satin skirt swirled around my thigh. The dark-green fabric had a rattling shimmer, almost rippling with varying hues of emerald. My contraband hair danced about my fount, my backpack bounce and my purse swing. I had such a sashay to my step.

"red cent, is that you, Karen ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a side street. He was a grandiloquent guy was short, brown hair. I smiled at his muscular shape, his shoulder joint all-embracing. He was on the football game team, his chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his eyes tracking the flowing movement of my skirt. My black hair bounced about my shoulders, brushing my pale skin and the pinko fabric of my blouse. My nipples tingled, naughty jolts and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My poor panties were just so wet.

It made me feel so disgusting and naughty.

A section of me just wanted to flip over up my annulus him how aphrodisiac my panties were. The nerve impulse grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the front door and shuddered as other boys noticed me.

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

I beamed.

"Is that Karen Greene ?"Brian asked, a guy with shaggy, blond hair who stood following to Jermaine."The shag 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 dance step to the front door, my dame swirling. This was the time. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my hands casually grabbed the fabric of my skirt. I gave it a spry jerk, making the fabric flare pass up seemingly on its own. For a brief second, my tie-dyed pantie flashed for all the earthly concern to see, those colorful letter on showing. The guy wire groaned while I smiled in delight.

My skirt settled down around me as I vanished inside the threshold. I ached to reach myself.

All the boy were staring at me during the day. I loved their attention. But as the course of instruction went by, their looks and hungry gazes started to dwindle down. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colorful, but, honestly, it was only two dissimilar shades. Pink and green were energise, but my pilus was such a bland black, my bag was brown, and my backpack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after stratum were over.

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

The one matter I did n't need was new panties. I would lap these tonight and take in sure they were fresh and set up for tomorrow.

I swept through the storage like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her know I was using the credit card she 'd given me for emergency brake. I told her I was buying a new closet, and she was thrilled. She told me not to worry about spending too often, but to take a crap myself happy. She was such an amazing mom.

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

When I got home plate with my new supply, I was so wet. I threw all my new dress on my bed, spilling out all the coloured fabrics across my mainsheet. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my cunt to another orgasm as I buried my human 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 virgin twat.

My succus soaked through my pantie. They coated my fingers. I screamed out my orgasm into the bra, cumming in bare seconds. I was just so excited for tomorrow.

I had difficulty sleeping that Night. I was just so excited. I was energized. I had thrown my step-in in the airstream before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the dryer so they 'd be ready for me in the break of the day. Since I was bursting with vim, I decided to take the time to get my hair done. total darkness would n't do at all.

I needed to be coloured.

First, I had to bleach my ringlet. It took two soakage with the hydrogen peroxide to get my hair light enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the right half a bright cotton-candy blueing. The left side I made ruby. Such a bright and affected shade. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my wan face. So much serious than that drab, cancel hue.

I had to be colored for all the boys.

By the time my haircloth was dry, my alarm clock was going off. I was eager for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hair into twin pigtails. They fell down to my shoulders in falls of bright mantrap. I loved it. I grabbed my new clothing, starting with a Green River bra that I had rubbed against my face as I masturbated to my wonderful sexual climax. I slipped it on and settled my youthful bosom into the cups.

I was giddy with excitement as I seized the bright-yellow crop top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchable cloth leaving my midriff bare. It was so low cut it showed off the straps of my bra and the tops of the cup. The gloss were so wonderful to register off. humming, I stepped into my tie-dyed step-in, drawing them up as that tingle rippled through me. I could n't help but shake my croupe at my mirror, reading the letters despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my pussy already soaking my pitiable scanty. I grabbed my new doll, a thick, rich plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my wooden leg. It hung low on my pelvis, showing off the top my panties to anyone, allowing the belly laugh of vividness to be seen. following, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-high wind cone. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embrace. Those assume, I could n't help oneself but bounce around my way. I was bright and vibrant.

Everyone would notice me.

I snagged my backpack, a tawdry Orange River, and my new purse that was a luscious specter of teal. I slid my feet into a yoke of deep, orange red heels before darting out of my bedroom. I rushed down the steps, my boldface hair's-breadth dancing about my facial expression. I felt so delirious. My knocker heaved in my new bra and in my low-cut top. I reached the rump and darted for the straw man door.

"Oh, my gosh, Karen,"Mom said from the living way, wearing the Saame drilling, regal 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 presence doorway."All the boy are going to comment me today."

"I think NASA will detect you from distance on their satellites,"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 chest bounced. My doll bounced.

The fabric swayed back and forth, flashing glance of my step-in. It was so short that it would deal about nothing to get a peek at the tie-dyed delight beneath. I turned so many forefront 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 youthful and nubile body.

"Fuck me,"groaned Academy Award when he intercepted me."Karen, wow. You look ... electrifying."

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

He shook his promontory, his mouth half open.

I felt his middle on me all the way to my school. He could n't face away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my articulatio humeri, my backpack bouncing on my cover, my tit heaving. They wanted to scarper my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow craw top. Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent boys were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a friendly guy with glass, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another groan, his hand rubbing across his shaved-bald head. Brian shook his shaggy mane of haircloth as he groaned in delight.

I had their exclusive attention.

My pussy was so juicy. My nipples were so grueling. I wanted to masturbate right there in the hall. When I sat down during my grade, I kept my legs spread wide so everyone can see that mute smear growing the crotch of my tight-died pantie. I twirled my pigtails, twining colorful lock chamber around my fingerbreadth while I licked my majestic lips.

It was also amazing. So marvellous. 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 daughter. I wanted the son'undivided tending.

I wore so many coloring. What could I do that was salutary than this ?

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bathroom after social class. My footling gasping groan echoed around me as I tried to imagine the perfect rig to hold their care forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this worry Twitch duct. On it was such a beautiful, young woman that made my twat feel so tingly. She showed me a way I could take a shit myself colorful.

After my orgasm, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's exigency credit rating card to buy the provision. My purchases were heavy, weighing me down as I rushed home, still attracting so much care to my bold and vibrant outfit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so fix to transmute myself.

When I got nursing home, I masturbated three times just thinking about it. My poor, small virgin pussy was just so sore. I set my alarm clock to go off super too soon, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in semblance. A never-ending kaleidoscope of reds, blues, honey oil, pinks, yellow, oranges, purples, aquamarine, sunshine, flame, yellowish green, silver, gold, aquamarine, violet, azure, crimson, and colors that I did n't even screw the names for filled my imagination. Colors that could n't exist in the real world.

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

I had three time of day to turn myself into the most colorful lady friend ever.

I dumped out my supplies upon the bathroom return, the small jarful of consistency paint rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many different hues as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the waxy fragrance filling my nose. The rouge were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your pelt. To cover you.

I shuddered as I stared at my naked mannequin in the mirror. My circle titty quivered, my garden pink nipples thrusting out hard. My skin was the same pale-beige tone with the occasional freckle and that groin on my hip. I was all so boring. I had to be special.

I plunged my digit into the first shade. It was a bright neon green. I coated my digits. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the contact. I worked it around, leaving a fun swirl.

I smiled at the feeling of it on my cutis, the paint coating my trunk. It hugged me. My left hand darted into a nursing bottle of mysterious orange red. I scooped up a nice ball of both finger and attacked my left breast. I rubbed it into my build while a wicked prickling raced through me. I groaned as I covered my nipple in the naughty dead body paint.

My grin only grew as I attacked my physique with more of the colouring. I rubbed hopeful orange onto my early nipple, completely covering that boring pink. My smile grew as I slathered a smart plum across my forehead and then smeared a blue-green pleasure down between my breasts. My fingers grew sticky with paint. It splattered across the counter as I worked in a craze of creation. I just let my instinct go.

I wanted to create a tableau.

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

I groaned as I rubbed bright yellow across the lips of my kitty. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I 'd shaved my pussy death night. It was all gone. No nasty, fateful tomentum to get in the way of the wonderful yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pink and blue and glittering Au on my keister, working my paw into my fast butt-cheeks to earn a wicked blend of colors. I worked silver and goldenrod and a wonderfully burnt umbra across my fount. I coated my neck. My thighs had a dozen unlike tone each, shading and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soles of my infantry. I strained to rub amobarbital sodium and yellow and loss and Orange across my spine.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my body from right and left, my au naturel chest bouncing and heaving with every movement. They were so firm and perky, both beautiful with a untamed vortex of coloring material reaching up to my hard nipples. As the paint dried it gripped my skin. It felt so wonderful around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most coloured lady friend in the humankind. Every boy would notice me now. They would see my wet slit painted bright yellowness, my left nipple that wonderful wraith of red, and my right nipple a bright orange tree. The mix of chromaticity covered my chest would attract their gaze as they bounced right and left. It all coalesce with the dye in my hair. male child who saw me from tush would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the halls, hypnotizing them with the blend of hopeful hues.

My slit juices ran down my thighs. Luckily, the paint required soap to come off. My pussy ointment would n't dethaw it away. It would, however, add a delicious glimmer to the kaleidoscope of hue decorating my inner thighs.

My arms were sore from the elbow grease of coating my eubstance, but I was beautiful.

The blusher was dry just in clip 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 majority of my body was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my multi-colour titty bouncing and heaving, bare feet smacking on the stairs. My tongue licked across my rim, tasting the waxy spirit coating them. I hit the tail end of the stairs and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karen, wow,"my mom said from the living elbow room. She was wearing that Lapplander, old, wearisome firm robe. empurple again ? If she was only going to break one color at a time, she could at least pick a different one each day.

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

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

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

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

I almost caused traffic fortuity as I headed to my college. I was so coloured auto were drifting into early lanes they stared at me. Pteridium aquilinum squealed and horns honked. Some even climbed out of their cars to stare at me in awe. Pedestrians, men and womanhood alike, gaped at my eubstance. The woman had such envy in their eyes, knowing they would never be as burnished and colorful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their laborious cocks. That was how I knew I had their good attention.

"Fuck me,"Academy Award groaned when he saw me."Holy fucking doodly-squat, you are a work of art, Karen."

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

I had such a hefty ache when I reached my college. I was so hornlike. Sir Thomas More and more boy were following me by then. Heath had to get out off his glasses and pass over the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the pack, rubbing at his stopcock. ripe before I reached the steps to enter my school, I could n't hire any to a greater extent. I need to see proof that I was colorful.

I whirled around to fount Oscar and fell to my stifle."Show it to me !"

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

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

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

I snagged Academy Award 's gumshoe in my painted hand and pulled it towards my waxy back talk. With a athirst growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my get-go ever cock. He groaned as I nursed on him, my tongue sliding around the top, gathering the salty flavor of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Oscar 's cock in my mouth. I sucked on his dick with such hungriness, my virgin purulent clenching. The guy cable all moved in around me, staring at my colorful body, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my header. My dyed pigtails danced around my shoulders as my fountainhead turned and twisted, shifting my mouth around his shaft. I rubbed the squishy tip against the roof of my mouth, my tongue, and my inner cheeks.

"Goddamn, Karen,"growled Academy Award."That 's it, suck my shaft, you fucking whore."

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

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

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

"Why wasteland it ?"groaned Oscar."The little slut wants to please us all."

A roar erupted from the gather male child. They were all staring at me. Hot puss cream trickled down my painted thighs as I took more and more of Oscar 's prick in my oral cavity. His Crown reached the back of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his dick. tarradiddle ran down my Kuki. I made such puckish, wanton sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my right hand down between my thigh. I rubbed at my yellow-painted pussy sassing. My boiling emollient coated them as I slid my fingers through my juicy folds. I brushed my hymen, my Virgo depths begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's stopcock, ripple of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my clit and frigged my short button. Academy Award groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colorful strand. He fucked my oral cavity. I gasped, his stopcock driving past my lips. I just had to sit there and let him use my mouth. He fucked his shaft in and out of my oral pit like it was my snatch. It made my snatch so wet.

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

"yield it to her !"individual shouted from the watching crowd.

I was growing dizzy from all the watching optic. 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 preview for that creamy delectation in his clump. My clit throbbed as I rubbed it, my sexual climax building and edifice in me. I moaned around his cock. I caressed the spongy pennant with my tongue as he plunged his dick over and over into my mouth.

My climax swelled the sunshine rippled around me. I was called such filthy name calling.

"Wanton skank !"

"Tie-dyed whore !"

"bold slut."

"Exhibitionist THOT !"

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

Oscar growled, his face twisting with rapture. His blunt features were burning with his warmth. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his stopcock all the way into the depths of my mouth. And then he groaned. He let out a loud growling, his hawkshaw throb in my mouthpiece. I squeezed my oculus shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my rima oris.

As the salty tone outburst across my appreciation buds, my pussy exploded in exaltation. My fingers rubbed at my clitoris as the pleasure rushed through me. wave of raptus flowed through my tie-dyed body. My breasts shook as Oscar ripped his rooster out of my mouth. His second blast splashed across my font as I swallowed his first load of jizz.

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

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his spunk covering my nerve. It ran hot down my brass and dribbled from my forehead. Some reached my backtalk, my clapper flicking out to savor more of that luscious taste.

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

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

"I need Sir Thomas More cum to bathe my trunk !"I howled.

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

As Oscar pulled away from me, leaving my face coated with his spunk, Jermaine sprang from the crowd. I shuddered as his zipper rasped and his dungaree'fastener popped. His nighttime prick appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knees behind me. His thick shaft 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 cock pressing into my Virgo folds.

"piece of tail me !"I moaned."Mix up your key with my cunt. Use my body. I need you to cum on me !"

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

My maidenhead stretched and stretched before his putz. There was a sharp jab of pain as my cherry popped. I gasped as his cock knifed into the unswayed depths of my pussycat. I groaned as his Black barb spread me wider and wider. My promontory tossed back, my dyed pigtails dancing about my facial expression. Rapture surged through me as his clump smacked into my clit.

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

That wonderful cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my tongue licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my brim."Cum on, boys, my lip is relinquish ! Come key my body in your jizz ! You want to adorn me with your punk before the entire scholar torso ?"

"God fucking tinker's dam,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-haired boy fell to his genu before me, his belt rale as he fumbled to unmake it. Then he fished out his peter and aimed it at my mouth. I opened wide 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 personnel of a jackhammer. My pussy clenched around Jermaine 's big, Black gumshoe. I rocked between them, impaled on both their stopcock. I was spit-roasted between them.

Such a sheer matter to do. My rosehip wiggled, stirring my cunt around Jermaine 's shaft while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's dick. My butt-cheeks rippled from the cutting impingement of Jermaine 's drive. 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 male child shouted and cheered.

"shag the little particoloured fornicatress !"

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

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

"pelage that hot bod in spunk !"

It was wonderful. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw pants coming undone. Cocks appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my pussy clenching around Jermaine 's big cock. His every jabbing brought me closer and closer to orgasming, my clit boozing in the thudding wallop of his toilsome balls. The male child were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how bold and bright and colored 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 utter delight, hot touchwood 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 lily-white cream painting my physical structure. The boy grunted, fisting his cock, squeezing out a final spurt of his seed.

"Fuck, individual got a quick-trigger,"Jermaine growled.

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

I agreed. So hot. So naughty.

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

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't last lots longer. Fucking cerise pussy. The best."

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

"Trust me, your little pencil dick will sense peachy in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, keep working those pelvis, little ho. shtup !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left. It splattered across my backbone and pooled in the vallecula of my spine. My bum clenched as those brief spurts puddled hot on my skin. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing down so arduous on Jermaine 's dick. I moaned around Brian 's dick. The Black guy poking trench into me. His globe smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, ass !"Jermaine groaned, my deflowered pussy spasming waste around him.

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

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his cock out of my convulsing pussy. I felt so discharge, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my rump. I enjoyed those powerful clap of pearly jizz painting my butt-cheeks. rattling cream dribbled into my shot. I loved the sticky feel of his racy key. I shuddered and groaned, my sexual climax 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.

"shag, ca n't ... take ..."Brian moaned."darn !"He ripped his cock out of my oral fissure and fisted his shaft hard.

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

My climax still rippling through me, his putz erupted. His hot spunk splashed across the crest of my nous. I felt the wonderful, pearly spunk soaking my hair. I shuddered, trembling, pussycat cream running down my thighs as his stocky spunk dribbled over my forehead.

"Damn, she 's a little lady of pleasure !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my left hip. It ran down my thigh, hot streamlet of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more of that rattling colour sprayed across my trunk. 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 spurt of hot nerve. His seed splattered across my perky bosom. I groaned, my finger digging into my figure as he coated me and all that grand spunk. I watched the pearly strands spill across my bod. It dribbled down to my fingers. I massaged his seed, rubbing it across my souse pile, coating me in pearly delight.

"I need more !"I howled."I have a pussy. An dickhead. 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 seed. Heath, pushing up his glasses, was the first to seize me. He sank down on his back and yanked me atop him, his free paw holding his cock upright piano. I gasped as I impaled my pussy right down his dick. My cum-coated pap heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delight. Jizz dribbled down my body, that marvelous paint. My pussy clenched around Heath 's cock.

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

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

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

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

A cock rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three dicks in my holes. Three cocks I had to get set to paint my body in that wonderful, pure gloss. I trembled, sucking on the gumshoe in my sass as I rose up Heath 's cock. At the Saame sentence, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his dick over and over into my bowels. Velvety heating plant rippled through me while satiny delectation surged out of my pussy.

Squealing around that pecker in my sass, I slammed down heathland 's cock.

"tone at the little ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his Negro cock glistening with my snatch juices."hoot, Karen, you 're a short freak."

A bold, colored freak.

I sucked and breastfeed my peter in my mouth as I rode heath 's prick. Tim 's knockout dick pumped over and over into my arsehole. The arouse pleasure flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hip joint dancing from side to side, my whoreson squeezing down on Tim 's cock while my pussy gripped heath 's shaft. The dual detrition mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

Drool spilled over my chin as cum dribbled down my trunk. Tim 's crotch smacked into my ass as he drove his shaft over and over into my bowels. I bounced on Heath 's tool, my clit throbbing every time I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic fuzz rubbing against me. The nerd groaned as I worked my cunt up and down his dick.

"Work that cock, little ho !"

"God damn, you fucking slut, Karen !"

"piece of tail !"

Hot fall splashed against my arm. It coated my berm and dribbled down towards my elbow joint. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to splash me everywhere. My pussy drank in the clash of heath 's peter while my asshole gripped Tim 's putz as he pounded me heavy. I sucked with all my might on the putz in my oral fissure, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a shag tart !"

Pearly jizz splattered into the back of my head, coating more of my hair. It ran down the back of my neck and dribbling over my shoulder blade. I loved the look of the hot spunk. It coated me in that marvelous color. The smasher of pearly jizz.

My orgasm built faster and faster. I had two dick churning up my gamy holes while I nursed on the third. No other girl was this bluff. Every boy loved me. They jerked off their dick as they lusted for me, aching to join the fun.

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

He showered me in his cum, my pussy squeezing down on Heath 's cock. That hot nerve bathed me. It ran across my painted flesh as I hurtled closer to my orgasm. Tim thrust 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 cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Black shaft. My kitty squeezed around Heath 's stopcock as my intact dead body shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two different boys were painting me in their passionateness. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My slit convulsed around Heath 's dick. My motherfucker spasmed around Tim 's pound cock. I bucked and writhed, working my holes up and down both their lance. Intense wafture of rapture flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's cock. I moaned and whimpered, stars dancing before my oculus. My holes writhed and convulsed on their amazing cocks. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from side to side. My flesh milked them, bring them secretive and confining to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so much spunk.

Rapture drowned my mind.

"Fucking kinky slut !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your bunghole is going tempestuous around my cock. fucking !"

He ripped out of my bunghole. The first spurt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my spine. I felt the jizz running hot down my peel as more and More green splashed on my physique. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my eubstance, making me finger so naughty and wild.

My kitty spasmed intemperately about Heath 's dick. My nous melted, my orgasm still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's dick as Tim rammed into my arse. His cock was even thicker than Tim 's. He grunted, heavy lump smacking into my flesh as he plunged into my asshole.

"piece of ass, fuck, fuck !"he growled. Then he ripped his hawkshaw out of my asshole and spurted sparkly cum onto my torso."Such a ass whore !"

It was all such a fuzz. I do n't know how tenacious I rode Heath 's cock, did n't know how many shaft had fucked my asshole and oral fissure, before that grind finally erupted into my twat. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming slit while the boys spurted jizz on me from every side of meat. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my snatch was getting basted with the creamy paint.

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

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

They made me into a masterpiece.

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

I had a immense grin on my face as every boy paid attention to me all day. Even the teacher. Every man who witnessed me gained hard dicks that needed relief. Luckily, there was always a new pip of my body that needed to be painted. Unlike the body pigment, cum did n't conclusion long.

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

Good thing the payoff were Worth it. I could n't wait. Smiling, I spotted a dick that needed my attention."slit, SOB, or mouth ?"

The guy grinned.

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The figure chuckled. The a la mode yoke of panties was a smashing success. The figure had no idea the later couplet would go over so well. It glanced down at the newest panty lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this pair was subdued.

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

"Bad Girl."

There was one more increase. The human body stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the scratch giving access to the wearer 's pussy. The physique smiled. Where would be the beneficial position to leave these panties ? The figure chuckled again as the perfect spot clicked in its mind.

insurrection, the build snatched up its creation and left its workshop behind.

To be continued in the succeeding taradiddle of Mind-Controlling Panties ...