Mind-Control Panties

chronicle Four : Nubile Exhibitionist Delight

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

billet : Thanks to shadowmansc for beta reading material this !

The soma rode the escalator to the third gear floor of the promenade were small, but trendy, clothing store lay. The variety of place that nubile, coed young lady preferred to buy at. Just the sort of office the build wanted to exit its special panties.

No one noticed as the figure passed through the security sensing element that flanked the storage 's entry. Nor did anyone pay attention as the figure moved through the memory. Though out of place, the bod was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the flash, tie-dyed pantie in slender fingers, it drew no aid. As the figure passed the showing of other scanty, a smile spreading on its rim. Soon enough, the unwarranted panties would attract the correctly girl.

Karenic Greene.

With a flick of its radiocarpal joint, the figure deposited its special creation, leaving behind the naughty surprise that would receive young Karen.

Minutes later, after the figure had slipped out of the computer memory, Karenic entered, her heart flicking around at the clothes. She often wandered into the shop class, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with envy. Not that she 'd ever had the courage to wear anything that revealed so a great deal flesh since she was a bridesmaid for her cousin 's wedding. Despite her blossoming body—her breasts were round and svelte in her knit bra on beneath her loose-fitting sweater, her legs toned, and her hind end bubbly—she did n't feature the strength to register off her chassis.

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

Her green eyes flicked over the article of clothing while her black fuzz swayed about her shoulder. She would suspire from fourth dimension to time, spotting a chick or a blouse or a mean duad of jean with a heart sewn on the punt pockets that she ached to wear. She wished she could come up the courage. She would swallow up while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweat pants. She ached to understood why she feared to show off her body.

trench down she knew why. It was the boys. She did n't think she was gay since she did n't precisely find out boys disgusting. She just did n't want to have their attention. She 'd never made the joining to her shyness, but when she was younger, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her bird and scanty, exposing her on the schoolyard vacation spot. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the retentivity of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to pass up her clothing and cover her infantile organic structure.

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

She sucked in a breath when she saw the panties. They were so hopeful, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue imaginable, a tie-dyed masterpiece that almost mesmerized her. Her shivering mitt reached out to fondle the cotton/polyester portmanteau word. She stroked the cloth 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, and hot pink. Together they formed the word that made her shudder.

Colorful.

Tingles raced through her as she caressed each letter. The electric quiver settled through her body, hardening her mamilla and turning her pussy into dissolve wetness. Finally, she 'd found the courage to buy something.

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

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

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Karen Greene

The adjacent day, I stared at those colorful step-in. I shuddered at finally finding the braveness to buy something wicked. Something better than the plain, boring panty I always wore. No one would have a go at it, of course, but I would at least have made a step to escaping my shyness. I wanted to snip like the other girl. I did n't require to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning spinner. I was 19. 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 skirt.

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

Confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost hypnotic panties, the blending of chromaticity merging from one wonderful shade to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the tingle raced up my branch. This electrified kick preceded the cotton panties as I pulled them gamy and mellow up my thighs. I groaned, my bare breasts swaying and jiggling. My nipples puckered hard while a liquified heat formed rich inside of me.

I felt so racy as I seated the panties against my black pubic hair. The cloth gripped my tail, hugging it tighter than any other pair of underwear ever had. They rode lower on my rosehip than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my George W. Bush to peek out of the waistband. I shuddered, a gamey ripple rushing through me.

I would be coloured today.

That meant I had to find the perfective kit. I darted to my water closet, my firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it receptive, staring at the collection of my article of clothing. I had to consume something that held some amount of vibrancy. A unquiet whine groaned from me as I pawed through my closet, the wire hangers rasping against the wooden dowel. I slid article after article of clothing out of the way.

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

Now ...

I pulled it over my head. I gasped as the slopped material caressed my skin before sliding over my breasts. Over my mamilla. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my heart and soul, that wicked sentiency rushing throughout my body. My eyes fluttered and my pussy clenched in abject joy. What a wonderful sensation. Almost as sex as masturbation. I felt juices soaking my coloured panties as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my breadbasket. It left a few inches of skin exposed and my mammilla clearly stood out.

It was such a sheer thing to wear.

I loved it.

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

After a moment, an melodic theme struck me. I had a bridal dress that I had to wear for my cousin 's wedding lowest year. The skirt was so short. I 'd almost fainted when I had to wear it. And who had ever heard of a bridal dress that came in two piece of music ?

My cousin was uncanny.

Her wedding dress had shown off so often of her flesh, her large bosom almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my outfit. The chick was in the garment bag buried in my closet. The green skirt would seem so sexy with its satin shimmer attracting as lots 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 annulus had this satiny looking at to it. It was clearly made of satin, something too mulct to normally wear to college. I wanted to be bold. Colorful. I wanted everyone to look at me.

A light-headed surge rippled through me, an wire shudder rushing out of my cunt as I stepped into the doll. The fabric rustled as I drew it up my thighs, my dope jiggling in my squiffy top. I groaned as I drew the fabric over my panties. It was such a shame to hide out those colorful delights.

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

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my skirt swirling about my thighs, my breasts bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hallway and rushed down them towards the front line door. My female parent peeked out of the animation way, 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 open the battlefront door.

"I just want to be bluff. To finally throw my cocoon."

"Well, I 'm glad. I was getting a piffling disquieted about you."

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

My kitty-cat tingled with such upheaval as I strolled to my college. I did n't rush forward with my shoulder slumped, my arms almost hugging me as if I did n't want the passing gondola and cyclist to mark me. That I did n't require the early pedestrians to realize I was sharing the pavement with them.

Today, I sauntered with my plunk for straight. I was practically thrusting my troll, business firm bosom out before me. They bounced while my satin dame swirled around my thighs. The putting green fabric had a wonderful play, almost rippling with varying hues of emerald. My inglorious pilus danced about my face, my backpack bounce and my purse swing. I had such a jaunt to my step.

"Damn, is that you, Karen ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a side street. He was a tall guy was short, brownness hair. I smiled at his hefty build, his berm broad. He was on the football team, his chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his eyes tracking the flowing motion of my skirt. My pitch blackness hair bounced about my berm, brushing my picket skin and the pink textile of my blouse. My mamilla tingled, naughty jolts and zaps shooting down to my snatch. My misfortunate panties were just so wet.

It made me find so prankish and naughty.

A function of me just wanted to flip up my annulus him how aphrodisiacal my panties were. The pulsing grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the battlefront door and shuddered as early son noticed me.

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

I beamed.

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

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

"Uh-huh,"Academy Award grunted as he joined them.

I rushed up the cement steps to the battlefront door, my skirt swirling. This was the prison term. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my hands casually grabbed the framework of my dame. I gave it a speedy jerk, making the material flare up seemingly on its own. For a brief arcsecond, my tie-dyed panty flashed for all the world to see, those colourful letters on display. The guy wire groaned while I smiled in delectation.

My skirt settled down around me as I vanished inside the door. I ached to stir myself.

All the boys were staring at me during the day. I loved their attention. But as the category went by, their looks and thirsty regard 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 different shades. Pink and honey oil were exciting, but my hairsbreadth was such a bland black, my handbag was brown, and my backpack just felt ugly.

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

After quickly masturbating my juicy pussy to a mind-numbing orgasm in the girls'bathroom, I headed to the shopping centre, back to the store 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 need was new pantie. I would wash these tonight and ready sure enough they were fresh and prepare for tomorrow.

I swept through the computer storage like a hurricane. I called my mother 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 concern about spending too a great deal, but to take myself happy. She was such an awesome mom.

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

When I got base with my new provision, I was so wet. I threw all my new clothes on my bed, spilling out all the colorful textile across my sheet. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my pussy to another coming as I buried my look into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the cloth while stroking my digit up and down my scanty, pressing the fabric into my virgin twat.

My succus soaked through my step-in. They coated my fingerbreadth. I screamed out my orgasm into the bra, cumming in mere second. I was just so charge up for tomorrow.

I had trouble sleeping that nighttime. I was just so emotional. I was energized. I had thrown my panty in the wash before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the drier so they 'd be set for me in the morning. Since I was bursting with Energy, I decided to assume the time to get my hair's-breadth done. Black would n't do at all.

I needed to be colored.

low gear, I had to bleach my locks. It took two soaks with the H peroxide to get my hair light enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the correctly half a bright cotton-candy amobarbital sodium. The leave side I made cherry-red. Such a lustrous and unnatural specter. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my wan face. So much better than that olive drab, rude hue.

I had to be colorful for all the boys.

By the clock time my hair was dry, my alarm clock was going off. I was eagre for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hair's-breadth into twin pigtails. They fell down to my articulatio humeri in falls of promising beauty. I loved it. I grabbed my new clothing, starting with a green bra that I had rubbed against my boldness as I masturbated to my marvelous orgasm. I slipped it on and settled my vernal breasts into the cup.

I was giddy with excitement as I seized the bright-yellow crop top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchy fabric leaving my midsection bare. It was so low cut it showed off the straps of my bra and the tops of the cups. The colors were so marvellous to show off. Humming, I stepped into my tie-dyed panties, drawing them up as that tingling rippled through me. I could n't help but shake my rump at my mirror, reading the letters despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my kitty-cat already soaking my inadequate pantie. I grabbed my new skirt, a deep, fat plum tree. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my pelvis, showing off the top my pantie to anyone, allowing the riot of colors to be seen. Next, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-high sock. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embrace. Those don, I could n't help but resile around my room. I was vivid and vibrant.

Everyone would notice me.

I snagged my backpack, a garish orange, and my new bag that was a delicious shade of teal. I slid my feet into a pair of deeply, scarlet dog before darting out of my sleeping accommodation. I rushed down the steps, my bold hair's-breadth dancing about my facial expression. I felt so excited. My breast heaved in my new bra and in my low-cut top. I reached the can and darted for the front door.

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

"I 'm just so happy,"I said, wrenching open the nominal head doorway."All the male child are going to acknowledge me today."

"I think NASA will notice you from quad on their artificial satellite,"Mom said."Well, I 'm glad to see you out of that shy phase. Have fun at college."

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

I skipped to my college. My pigtails bounced. My boob bounced. My skirt bounced.

The textile swayed back and Forth River, flashing glimpse of my step-in. It was so short that it would postulate about nothing to get a peek at the tie-dyed delight beneath. I turned so many heads with my vibrant exhibit. Drivers watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. guy wire groaned at the deal of me, their eyes following the progression of my Danton True Young and nubile body.

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

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

He shook his head, his mouthpiece half open.

I felt his optic on me all the way to my schooling. He could n't look away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulders, my back pack bouncing on my back, my chest heaving. They wanted to turn tail my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent boy were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a favorable guy with glasses, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another groan, his hand rubbing across his shaved-bald head. Brian shook his bushy mane of hair as he groaned in delight.

I had their undivided attention.

My pussy was so juicy. My nipples were so hard. I wanted to masturbate right there in the hall. When I sat down during my socio-economic class, I kept my ramification spread full so everyone can see that damp spot growing the crotch of my tight-died panties. I twirled my pigtails, twining colorful lock chamber around my fingers while I licked my purple lips.

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

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

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bathroom after course. My little gasping groan echoed around me as I tried to suppose the perfect outfit to contain their attention forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting Twitch channel. On it was such a beautiful, Loretta Young woman that made my pussy feel so tingly. She showed me a way I could build myself colorful.

After my climax, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's emergency credit entry card to buy the supply. My purchase were heavy, weighing me down as I rushed home, still attracting so much care to my bold and vivacious turnout. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so make to transform myself.

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

I dreamed in colors. A unremitting kaleidoscope of red, bluing, Green River, pinks, yellows, orangeness, purples, turquoise, sunshine, flaming, chartreuse, silver, gold, aquamarine, violet, azure, crimson, and people of colour that I did n't even know the names for filled my imaginativeness. Colors that could n't exist in the real world.

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

I had three hours to change state myself into the most colorful girl ever.

I dumped out my supplying upon the bathroom return, the pocket-sized jars of organic structure blusher rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many different hues as I could. I started wrenching open the lid, the waxy smell filling my nozzle. The pigment were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your hide. To cover you.

I shuddered as I stared at my defenseless grade in the mirror. My rhythm breast quivered, my garden pink pap thrusting out hard. My tegument was the same pale-beige tone with the casual freckle and that gram molecule on my hip. I was all so boring. I had to be special.

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

I smiled at the feel of it on my skin, the paint coating my body. It hugged me. My left-hand hand darted into a feeding bottle of bass vermilion. I scooped up a Nice glob of both finger's breadth and attacked my left-hand white meat. I rubbed it into my human body while a wicked shiver raced through me. I groaned as I covered my nipple in the naughty body blusher.

My smile only grew as I attacked my flesh with Thomas More of the colors. I rubbed undimmed orange onto my other nipple, completely covering that boring garden pink. My grin grew as I slathered a bright plum across my forehead and then smeared a blue-green delectation down between my tit. My finger grew viscid with paint. It splattered across the heel counter as I worked in a frenzy of world. I just let my inherent aptitude go.

I wanted to make a tableau.

I wanted my body to be the same wow of tie-dyed people of colour as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed lustrous yellow across the brim of my puss. I shuddered, trembling. I was so beaming I 'd shaved my snatch shoemaker's last nighttime. It was all gone. No cruddy, black whisker to get in the way of the fantastic yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pink and blue and glittering gold on my bottom, working my hands into my firm butt-cheeks to take a leak a wicked blend of colors. I worked silver and goldenrod and a wonderfully burnt umbra across my cheek. I coated my neck. My thighs had a dozen different shades each, blending and swirling together. I coated my toes. The sol of my pes. I strained to rub blues and yellow and Bolshevik and oranges across my spine.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my torso from properly and left, my naked tit bouncing and heaving with every front. They were so firm and perky, both beautiful with a wild swirl of gloss reaching up to my hard nipples. As the paint dried it gripped my pelt. It felt so tremendous around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colorful girl in the world. Every boy would find me now. They would see my smashed incision painted promising yellow, my pull up stakes nipple that rattling tint of red, and my right pap a bright orangeness. The mix of hues covered my breasts would draw their gaze as they bounced mighty and left. It all mixed with the dye in my hair. Boys who saw me from rump would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the halls, hypnotizing them with the blending of shiny hues.

My pussycat juice ran down my thighs. Luckily, the paint required Georgia home boy to come off. My pussy cream would n't dissolve it away. It would, however, add a luscious lambency to the kaleidoscope of hue decorating my inner thighs.

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

The key was dry just in prison term for me to go to my college. I grabbed my backpack and purse, wishing I had fourth dimension to dye them, too. But they were just accessories. The mass of my organic structure was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my multi-colored breasts bouncing and panting, unornamented metrical unit smacking on the stairs. My knife licked across my sass, tasting the waxy flavor coating them. I hit the rear end of the stairs and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karen, wow,"my mom said from the bread and butter room. She was wearing that Lapplander, old, boring sign gown. Purple again ? If she was only going to wear one coloring material at a fourth dimension, she could at to the lowest degree pick a different one each day.

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

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

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

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

I almost caused traffic accidents as I headed to my college. I was so coloured elevator car were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. bracken squealed and trumpet honked. Some even climbed out of their cars to gaze at me in awe. pedestrian, men and charwoman alike, gaped at my body. The womanhood had such envy in their eyes, knowing they would never be as bright and colourful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their hard turncock. That was how I knew I had their full attention.

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

I grinned at him as I sauntered down the street. My desolate feet smacked on the cementum pavement while my pelvis swayed, my ass flexing and jiggling. I felt his eyes studying the swirling chromaticity covering both my butt-cheeks.

I had such a powerful ache when I reached my college. I was so aroused. More and more boys were following me by then. heathland had to get out off his chalk and wipe the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the clique, rubbing at his cock. powerful before I reached the whole step to introduce my school, I could n't take any Thomas More. I need to see proof that I was colored.

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

"What ?"he groaned, his Brown University eyes wide.

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

It clicked in his thinker. His jeans came undone faster than a wink. He shoved them down along with a brace of pugilist dotted with eye. His cock popped out, thrusting thick from a stringy thatch of chocolate-brown pubic hair.

I snagged Oscar 's dick in my painted handwriting and pulled it towards my waxy brim. With a thirsty growling, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my first ever shaft. He groaned as I nursed on him, my clapper sliding around the crown, gathering the salty flavor of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Oscar 's rooster in my mouth. I sucked on his dick with such hunger, my pure purulent clenching. The guys all moved in around me, staring at my colorful organic structure, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my drumhead. My dye pigtails danced around my shoulders as my head turned and flex, shifting my oral cavity around his cock. I rubbed the squishy tip against the roof of my back talk, my tongue, and my privileged cheeks.

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

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

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

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

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

A roar erupted from the gather boys. They were all staring at me. Hot puss ointment trickled down my multi-colored second joint as I took more than and More of Academy Award 's peter in my mouth. His crown reached the back of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his dick. Drool ran down my Kuki. I made such arch, piddle away sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my right manus down between my thighs. I rubbed at my yellow-painted pussy mouth. My boiling cream coated them as I slid my fingers through my juicy flexure. I brushed my hymen, my Virgin depths begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Academy Award 's prick, ripples of joy fluttering through me.

I found my clit and frigged my little push button. Oscar groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colorful fibril. He fucked my oral cavity. I gasped, his dick driving past my lips. I just had to sit there and let him use my rima oris. He fucked his cock in and out of my unwritten cavity like it was my pussy. It made my grab so wet.

"Shit, you want it bad,"Academy Award groaned."I 'm volition to give you what you need, you bold, little slut."

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

I was growing dizzy from all the watching eyes. They stared at me as I loved Oscar 's shaft. I sucked harder, frigging my clit while nursing on his big dick. more and more of his salty precum coated my knife. A prevue for that creamy delight in his balls. My clit throbbed as I rubbed it, my coming building and edifice in me. I moaned around his hammer. I caressed the spongy cap with my tongue as he plunged his shaft over and over into my mouth.

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

"Wanton skank !"

"Tie-dyed sporting lady !"

"bold face slut."

"Exhibitionist THOT !"

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

Oscar growled, his face twisting with exaltation. His blunt feature of speech were burning with his passion. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his cock all the way into the depths of my mouth. And then he groaned. He let out a brassy growl, his cock pounding in my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my mouthpiece.

As the salty sapidity burst across my perceptiveness buds, my pussy exploded in ecstasy. My fingers rubbed at my clit as the pleasure rushed through me. waving of ecstasy flowed through my tie-dyed organic structure. My breasts shook as Oscar ripped his cock out of my mouth. His sec flack splashed across my font as I swallowed his first load of jizz.

"You are such a multi-coloured woman of the street !"he snarled, his cum splattering across my face.

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

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

I shuddered as my sexual climax peeked.

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

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

As 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'fixing popped. His dark cock appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knee joint behind me. His thick shaft smacked into my multi-color rump. I groaned as he seized the back of my capitulum and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

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

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

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

My hymen stretched and stretched before his tool. There was a sharp jab of bother as my cherry popped. I gasped as his dick knifed into the untasted profoundness of my pussy. I groaned as his Black shaft banquet me wider and wider. My forefront tossed back, my colored pigtails dancing about my face. Rapture surged through me as his balls smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big dick, my deflowered flesh clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so abandon with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me hard. His crotch smacked into my colorful ass. The slap on frame on physique echoed around us while all the son cheered him on. I groaned as his musket ball smacked into my clitoris over and over, leaden with his boy-paint.

That wonderful cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my knife licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my sassing."Cum on, boys, my mouth is free ! cum blusher my torso in your jizz ! You want to invest me with your nerve before the entire student body ?"

"God fucking damn,"groaned Brian. The bushy boy fell to his knee joint before me, his belt rattling as he fumbled to undo it. Then he fished out his turncock and aimed it at my sassing. I opened wide-eyed and groaned in delight as he rammed it into me.

I had a hammer in my pussy and in my backtalk. Brian grabbed my pigtails, holding tight as he fucked me with the force of a jackhammer. My slit clenched around Jermaine 's big, inkiness dick. I rocked between them, impaled on both their cocks. I was spit-roasted between them.

Such a bold thing to do. My hips wiggled, stirring my bitch around Jermaine 's prick while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's cock. My butt-cheeks rippled from the stinging impact of Jermaine 's poke. He rammed his cock oceanic abyss and punishing into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my pleasance around Brian 's dick while all the boys shouted and cheered.

"Fuck the little painted fornicatress !"

"Shit, I ca n't hold back !"a guy growled."Just call for to fap."

"Just get trusted you cum all over her,"Oscar growled.

"coating that hot bod in spunk !"

It was wonderful. Out of the street corner of my centre, I saw pants coming undone. Cocks appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my kitty-cat clenching around Jermaine 's big cock. His every knife thrust brought me cheeseparing and closer to orgasming, my clit drinking in the crump shock of his heavy balls. The boys were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how sheer and vivid and colorful I was.

I had all their attention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I agreed. So hot. So risque.

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 feeling of it. The hot delectation reached my nipple, adding white to the orange tree I 'd already painted there.

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

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

"combine me, your little pencil dick will feel great in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, sustain working those hips, little ho. screw !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left wing. It splattered across my back and pooled in the rut of my spur. My rump clenched as those brief squirt puddled hot on my skin. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing down so hard on Jermaine 's dick. I moaned around Brian 's dick. The total darkness guy thrust oceanic abyss into me. His glob smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, screwing !"Jermaine groaned, my deflowered pussy spasming furious around him.

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

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his stopcock out of my convulsing snatch. I felt so empty, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my rump. I enjoyed those powerful blasts of pearly-white jizz painting my butt-cheeks. Wonderful ointment dribbled into my crack. I loved the muggy feel of his naughty paint. 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.

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

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

My sexual climax still rippling through me, his cock erupted. His hot spunk splashed across the crown of my top dog. I felt the wonderful, pearly spunk soaking my fuzz. I shuddered, trembling, twat ointment running down my thigh as his thick spunk dribbled over my forehead.

"hoot, she 's a little fancy woman !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my left hip. It ran down my thigh, hot rivulets of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed More of that fantastic color sprayed across my body. 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 spirt of hot spunk. His seed splattered across my perky breasts. I groaned, my finger digging into my flesh as he coated me and all that marvelous spunk. I watched the pearly chain spill across my flesh. It dribbled down to my finger's breadth. I massaged his seed, rubbing it across my exuberant knoll, coating me in chopper delight.

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

The boys cheered in delectation. They rushed towards me in a drove of hysteria Passion. I trembled, so eager to be painted in all their seed. Heath, pushing up his glasses, was the initiatory to catch me. He sank down on his back and yanked me atop him, his innocent manus holding his pecker upright. I gasped as I impaled my bitch right down his dick. My cum-coated tits heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure pleasure. Jizz dribbled down my dead body, that fantastic pigment. 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 buttock 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 cattle ranch and spreading, swallowing his dick.

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

A dick rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three dicks in my maw. Three cock I had to get prepare to paint my body in that wonderful, pure color. I trembled, sucking on the dick in my mouth as I rose up Heath 's cock. At the same time, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his dick over and over into my intestine. Velvety heating rippled through me while slick joy surged out of my pussy.

Squealing around that shaft in my back talk, I slammed down heathland 's cock.

"Look at the little ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his total darkness cock glistening with my pussy juice."Damn, Karen, you 're a little freak."

A bold, colorful freak.

I sucked and harbour my cock in my mouth as I rode heath 's prick. Tim 's hard dig pumped over and over into my motherfucker. The stir pleasance flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my pelvis dancing from position to side, my asshole squeezing down on Tim 's cock while my kitty gripped Heath 's shaft. The twofold rubbing mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

tosh spilled over my chin as cum dribbled down my body. Tim 's genitals smacked into my ass as he drove his cock over and over into my intestine. I bounced on Heath 's hawkshaw, my clitoris throbbing every fourth dimension I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic hair rubbing against me. The grind groaned as I worked my snatch up and down his dick.

"Work that turncock, little ho !"

"God red cent, you fucking slut, Karen !"

"nooky !"

Hot come splashed against my arm. It coated my shoulder and dribbled down towards my cubital joint. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to sprinkle me everywhere. My kitty-cat drank in the rubbing of heath 's tool while my asshole gripped Tim 's dick as he pounded me hard. I sucked with all my might on the dick in my mouth, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a fucking whore !"

Pearly jizz splattered into the back of my promontory, coating More of my pilus. It ran down the spinal column of my neck opening and dribbling over my berm blades. I loved the feel of the hot spunk. It coated me in that wonderful gloss. The beauty of pearly jizz.

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

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

He showered me in his cum, my pussy squeezing down on Heath 's cock. That hot kindling bathed me. It ran across my painted pulp as I hurtled closer to my coming. Tim thrusting 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 shaft into my mouthpiece, soaked in my sweet cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his blackamoor ray. My pussy squeezed around Heath 's prick as my integral consistency shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two different boy were painting me in their passion. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My kitty-cat convulsed around Heath 's dick. My dickhead spasmed around Tim 's pound cock. I bucked and writhed, working my holes up and down both their rotating shaft. Intense waving of hug drug flowed through my organic structure. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's cock. I moaned and whimpered, star dancing before my centre. My holes writhed and convulsed on their amazing cocks. I whimpered, my pelvis wiggling from slope to side. My pulp milked them, bring them cheeseparing and cheeseparing to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so much spunk.

exaltation drowned my mind.

"fuck kinky slut !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your asshole is going gaga around my cock. roll in the hay !"

He ripped out of my asshole. The first spurt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my sticker. I felt the jizz running hot down my skin as more and Sir Thomas More jets splashed on my physical body. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my consistence, making me experience so naughty and wild.

My pussy spasmed difficult about heathland 's peter. My mind melted, my coming still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's hawkshaw as Tim rammed into my asshole. His cock was even thicker than Tim 's. He grunted, large balls smacking into my flesh as he plunged into my asshole.

"Fuck, fuck, ass !"he growled. Then he ripped his dick out of my asshole and spurted frothy cum onto my body."Such a screw whore !"

It was all such a fuzz. I do n't cognise how farsighted I rode Heath 's dick, did n't know how many peter had fucked my bastard and mouth, before that nerd finally erupted into my pussy. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming bitch while the boys spurted jizz on me from every side. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my puss was getting basted with the creamy paint.

"Karen !"snarled the nerd as he filled my cunt with more spurts of jizz."This is incredible !"

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

They made me into a masterpiece.

Finally, my body was painted. I was drenched in howling, pearly jizz. I stood up, that yummy mettle drying on my colorful consistence. I sauntered forward, my booby 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 huge grin on my human face as every boy paid aid to me all day. Even the teachers. Every man who witnessed me gained grueling dick that needed relief. Luckily, there was always a new spot of my consistency that needed to be painted. Unlike the body paint, cum did n't close long.

I was going to have to be a fussy, busy girl to persist colorful.

Good thing the rewards were Worth it. I could n't await. Smiling, I spotted a prick that needed my attention."twat, asshole, or mouth ?"

The guy grinned.

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The figure chuckled. The tardy dyad of panties was a shattering achiever. The name had no estimate the belated pair would go over so well. It glanced down at the novel panties lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this pair was subdued.

blackamoor, a bit of lace around the girdle, and two Scripture printed across the rump in big, bold, T. H. White letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one More addition. The frame stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lacing surrounding the scratch giving access to the wearer 's pussy. The figure smiled. Where would be the Charles Herbert Best place to result these panties ? The figure chuckled again as the pure spot clicked in its mind.

revolt, the fig snatched up its initiation and left its workshop behind.

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