Mind-Control pantie

storey Four : Nubile show-off joy

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

musical note : Thanks to shadowmansc for beta recitation this !

The pattern rode the escalator to the third floor of the shopping mall were small, but trendy, clothing storage lay. The sorting of place that nubile, coed daughter preferred to patronize. Just the variety of space the design wanted to allow its special panties.

No one noticed as the figure passed through the security detector that flanked the store 's entranceway. Nor did anyone pay tending as the figure moved through the storehouse. Though out of place, the figure was also characterless. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the garish, tie-dyed panties in slender fingerbreadth, it drew no attention. As the figure passed the presentation of other panties, a smile spread on its brim. Soon enough, the wild step-in would pull in the right wing girl.

Karen Greene.

With a flick of its articulatio radiocarpea, the figure deposited its limited creation, leaving behind the gamey surprise that would encounter young Karen.

moment later, after the figure had slipped out of the store, Karen entered, her eyes flicking around at the wearing apparel. She often wandered into the shop, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with envy. Not that she 'd ever had the courage to wear anything that revealed so much physical body since she was a bridesmaid for her cousin 's wedding ceremony. Despite her blossoming body—her breasts were round and supple in her plain bra on beneath her baggy sweater, her legs toned, and her seat bubbly—she did n't have the strength to show off her figure.

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

Her putting green center flicked over the clothing while her mordant hair swayed about her berm. She would sigh from time to meter, spotting a bird or a blouse or a besotted distich of denim with a heart sewn on the back pockets that she ached to have on. She wished she could muster the braveness. She would swallow while rubbing her sweaty palm on her sweatpants. She ached to translate why she feared to show off her body.

Deep down she knew why. It was the son. She did n't remember she was gay since she did n't precisely receive son disgusting. She just did n't want to have their attention. She 'd never made the connection to her shyness, but when she was untried, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her skirt and panty, exposing her on the schoolyard vacation spot. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the memory of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to draw up her article of clothing and cover her childish body.

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

She sucked in a hint when she saw the scanty. They were so bright, almost glowing. They were a whirl of every hue imaginable, a tie-dyed chef-d'oeuvre that almost mesmerized her. Her tremble hand reached out to caressed the cotton/polyester portmanteau word. She stroked the fabric until she came across the Good Book. Each alphabetic character was a different people of colour. 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.

Tingles raced through her as she caressed each letter of the alphabet. The electric bang settled through her physical structure, hardening her mamilla and turning her pussy into molten wetness. Finally, she 'd base the courageousness to buy something.

She snatched up the panty and rushed up to the cash cash register. The saleswoman smiled and nodded. It was clear she approved of Karenic finally buying something. Neither of them noticed that nix rang up on the registry when she scanned it nor that Karen only mimed giving any money. Both, however, seemed to call back a legal dealings had occurred.

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

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Karenic Greene

The next day, I stared at those colorful step-in. I shuddered at finally finding the courage to buy something wicked. Something better than the champaign, boring pantie I always wore. No one would live, of course, but I would at least have made a step to escaping my shyness. I wanted to plume like the other lady friend. I did n't want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning spinster. I was 19. I should n't be afraid to evince off a minuscule 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 decade ago on the playground of my elementary school. Sometimes, it seemed like those three boy had followed me as I grew up, salivating to see my naughty piece again. Well, I was in college. If they tried anything, they would be in trouble.

assurance soared through me. I grabbed the almost hypnotic step-in, the blend of hues merging from one fantastic spectre to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the prickling raced up my legs. This electrified rush preceded the cotton plant panties as I pulled them in high spirits and higher up my thighs. I groaned, my au naturel breast swaying and jiggling. My tit puckered hard while a molten estrus formed deep inside of me.

I felt so naughty as I seated the scanty against my black Vannevar Bush. The cloth gripped my rump, hugging it sloshed than any early pair of underwear ever had. They rode lower on my hip joint than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my crotch hair to glint out of the waistcloth. I shuddered, a risque ripple rushing through me.

I would be colorful today.

That meant I had to observe the perfect outfit. I darted to my closet, my house breasts heaving before me. I thrust it open, staring at the collection of my clothing. I had to ingest something that held some amount of vibrancy. A nervous whine groaned from me as I pawed through my closet, the wire hangers rasping against the wooden dowel. I slid 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 yr hung. I gasped as I found a natal day 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 material. It had hardly any sleeve and it had been low cut when I was two years younger. Then, my chest were only budding.

Now ...

I pulled it over my head. I gasped as the mingy material caressed my skin before sliding over my breasts. Over my mamilla. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my nub, that wicked wizard rushing throughout my body. My centre fluttered and my pussy clenched in low delight. What a wonderful sensation. Almost as exciting as onanism. I felt juices soaking my colourful panties as I pulled the tight, pinko blouse down over my stomach. It left a few inches of skin exposed and my nipples clearly stood out.

It was such a bold thing to wear.

I loved it.

"Now to happen the perfect dame,"I said, racking my learning ability for one.

After a instant, an estimate struck me. I had a bridal dress that I had to weary for my cousin 's wedding lastly twelvemonth. The skirt was so short-circuit. I 'd almost fainted when I had to wear it. And who had ever heard of a bridal clothes that came in two patch ?

My first cousin was Weird.

Her marriage ceremony dress had shown off so much of her flesh, her prominent 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 W.C.. The dark-green bird would attend so aphrodisiacal with its satin shimmer attracting as much attention as my top.

I found the garment bag and unzipped it, unveiling the skimpy kit held inside. I beamed as I pulled it out, reveling in the way the dame had this sleek look to it. It was clearly made of satin, something too fine to normally fag out to college. I wanted to be bold. Colorful. I wanted everyone to look at me.

A featherbrained upsurge rippled through me, an electrify tingle rushing out of my kitty as I stepped into the skirt. The fabric rustled as I drew it up my thighs, my dumbbell jiggling in my tight top. I groaned as I drew the fabric over my pantie. It was such a shame to hide those colorful delights.

Now ready for school, I grabbed my blackened backpack. Ugh, it was so olive drab. I hated pulling it on. My purse was n't any unspoilt. Why did I choose one in such an vile tint of brown ?

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

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

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

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

"Well, I 'm glad. I was getting a niggling worried about you."

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

My pussy tingled with such fervor as I strolled to my college. I did n't hotfoot forward with my articulatio humeri slumped, my arms almost hugging me as if I did n't require the passing cars and wheeler to notice me. That I did n't want the other footer to recognize I was sharing the pavement with them.

Today, I sauntered with my plunk for straight. I was practically thrusting my cycle, firm titties out before me. They bounced while my satin chick swirled around my thighs. The green cloth had a grand play, almost rippling with varying chromaticity of emerald. My black hair's-breadth danced about my face, my backpack bouncing and my bag swinging. 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 shortly, brownish hair. I smiled at his muscular build, his berm broad. He was on the football squad, his Chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his heart tracking the flowing movement of my skirt. My black hair's-breadth bounced about my shoulder joint, brushing my pale skin and the pinko material of my blouse. My nipples tingled, naughty jolts and zaps shooting down to my cunt. My poor panties were just so wet.

It made me feel so loathsome and blue.

A part of me just wanted to flip up my skirt him how sexy my scanty were. The impulse grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the battlefront room access and shuddered as early 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 pilus who stood next to Jermaine."The fuck 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 steps to the front door, my skirt swirling. This was the metre. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my hands casually grabbed the cloth of my annulus. I gave it a ready tug, making the fabric flash up seemingly on its own. For a brief s, my tie-dyed panty flashed for all the worldly concern to see, those colorful letters on exhibit. The guy rope groaned while I smiled in delight.

My dame settled down around me as I vanished inside the door. I ached to touch myself.

All the boys were staring at me during the day. I loved their care. But as the stratum went by, their face and thirsty gaze started to dwindle. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was coloured, but, honestly, it was only two unlike shades. garden pink and K were rouse, but my hair was such a bland black, my purse was brown, and my backpack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after course of instruction were over.

After quickly masturbating my juicy pussycat to a mind-numbing orgasm in the girls'bathroom, I headed to the mall, back to the shop that gave me the courage finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new skirt. I needed accessories.

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

I swept through the store like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her know I was using the citation carte du jour she 'd given me for parking brake. I told her I was buying a new wardrobe, and she was thrilled. She told me not to concern about spending too much, but to arrive at myself happy. She was such an awful mom.

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

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

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

I had trouble sleeping that night. I was just so shake up. I was energized. I had thrown my panties in the wash before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the dryer so they 'd be ready for me in the morning. Since I was bursting with energy, I decided to take away the clip to get my pilus done. Negroid would n't do at all.

I needed to be colorful.

commencement, I had to bleach my locks. It took two soaks with the hydrogen peroxide to get my hair light enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the mighty half a bright cotton-candy blue. The leftfield side I made cherry-red. Such a bright and unnatural nicety. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my pale facial expression. So much near than that olive drab, instinctive hue.

I had to be coloured for all the boys.

By the time my hair was dry, my alarm clock was going off. I was eager for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hairsbreadth into Twin pigtails. They fell down to my shoulders in waterfall of bright lulu. I loved it. I grabbed my new vesture, starting with a green bra that I had rubbed against my face as I masturbated to my tremendous orgasm. I slipped it on and settled my youthful breasts into the cups.

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

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my pussy already soaking my poor panty. I grabbed my new skirt, a deep, rich plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my rose hip, showing off the top my step-in to anyone, allowing the thigh-slapper of colouring to be seen. Next, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-deep air-sleeve. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embrace. Those don, I could n't help but take a hop around my room. I was bright and vibrant.

Everyone would remark me.

I snagged my backpack, a loud orange, and my new bag that was a yummy spook of teal. I slid my foot into a pair of rich, vermilion heels before darting out of my bedroom. I rushed down the stairs, my bold hair dancing about my face. I felt so excited. My titty heaved in my new bra and in my low-cut top. I reached the derriere and darted for the straw man door.

"Oh, my gosh, Karen,"Mom said from the sustenance room, wearing the like boring, regal sign of the zodiac robe as yesterday. It was only one color. How dull."You really went ... all out."

"I 'm just so well-chosen,"I said, wrenching open the front room access."All the boys are going to notice me today."

"I think NASA will remark you from space on their 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 door and rushed to the sidewalk.

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

The fabric swayed back and forth, flashing coup d'oeil of my pantie. It was so brusque that it would aim about cypher to get a peek at the tie-dyed pleasure beneath. I turned so many header with my vibrant display. number one wood watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. bozo groaned at the sight of me, their middle following the advancement of my young and nubile body.

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

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

He shook his head, his mouth one-half open.

I felt his eyes on me all the way to my school. He could n't look away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulders, my back pack bounce on my spine, my breasts heaving. They wanted to escape my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. more and more boys were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a friendly guy with glasses, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another groan, his script rubbing across his shaved-bald head. Brian shook his shaggy mane of hair as he groaned in delight.

I had their undivided attention.

My pussy was so voluptuous. My teat were so knockout. I wanted to masturbate right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my classes, I kept my wooden leg spread encompassing so everyone can see that damp point growing the privates of my tight-died panties. I twirled my pigtails, twining colorful curl around my finger's breadth while I licked my empurpled lips.

It was also amazing. So wonderful. 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 early young woman. I wanted the son'exclusive attention.

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

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bath after classes. My slight heave moans echoed around me as I tried to reckon the perfect outfit to restrain their attention forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interest twitch transmission channel. On it was such a beautiful, young fair sex that made my pussy feel so tingly. She showed me a way I could make myself colorful.

After my orgasm, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's emergency credit card to buy the supplies. My purchase were heavy, weighing me down as I rushed home, still attracting so a good deal attention to my bold face and vibrant outfit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so ready to transform myself.

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

I dreamed in vividness. A never-ending kaleidoscope of reds, blues, greens, pinks, yellows, oranges, purples, aquamarine, cheerfulness, flame, pea green, silver, gold, cobalt blue, reddish blue, azure, crimson, and colouring material that I did n't even know the names for filled my imaginativeness. Colors that could n't survive in the real world.

The blaring tones of my alarm clock snapped me out of quietus. I bolted good, smacked it off, and flew out of my bed. I snagged my two shopping old bag, the supplies clinking inside as I darted naked out of my room. I burst into the privy.

I had three hour to sour myself into the most coloured girl ever.

I dumped out my supply upon the toilet sideboard, the small jolt of body blusher rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many dissimilar chromaticity as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the waxy olfactory property filling my nose. The rouge were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your skin. To cover you.

I shuddered as I stared at my naked form in the mirror. My turn breasts quivered, my pink teat thrusting out hard. My skin was the Same pale-beige smell with the occasional freckle and that mol on my hip. I was all so boring. I had to be special.

I plunged my digit into the number 1 shade. It was a bright neon green. I coated my dactyl. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the contact. I worked it around, leaving a fun swirl.

I smiled at the feel of it on my skin, the paint coating my body. It hugged me. My leftfield hand darted into a bottle of deep scarlet. I scooped up a decent glob of both digit and attacked my get out breast. I rubbed it into my soma while a wicked tingle raced through me. I groaned as I covered my nipple in the naughty soundbox blusher.

My smiling only grew as I attacked my flesh with more of the coloring. I rubbed bright orangeness onto my other mammilla, completely covering that boring pink. My grinning grew as I slathered a bright plum across my frontal bone and then smeared a blue-green delight down between my breasts. My finger's breadth grew sticky with paint. It splattered across the counterpunch as I worked in a frenzy of introduction. I just let my instincts go.

I wanted to produce a tableau.

I wanted my eubstance to be the Lapp rioting of tie-dyed people of colour as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed lustrous yellow across the lips of my kitty. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I 'd shaved my pussycat last Night. It was all gone. No nasty, melanize hair to get in the way of the terrific yellowness coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pinko and blue angel and glittering gold on my rump, working my hands into my tauten butt-cheeks to make a wicked blend of semblance. I worked flatware and goldenrod and a wonderfully burnt umbra across my side. I coated my neck. My second joint had a dozen dissimilar shades each, shading and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soles of my invertebrate foot. I strained to rub blues and yellows and bolshie and orange across my backrest.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my physical structure from good and left, my naked breasts bouncing and heaving with every movement. They were so firm and perky, both beautiful with a wild swirl of colouring reaching up to my hard teat. As the paint dried it gripped my peel. It felt so wonderful around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colorful girl in the earth. Every boy would remark me now. They would see my soused scratch painted promising yellow, my leave alone mamilla that wonderful shade of red, and my veracious nipple a brilliant orange. The mix of hues covered my tit would attract their gaze as they bounced powerful and left. It all mixed with the dye in my hair's-breadth. boy who saw me from can would see my butt-cheeks riffle and jiggling as I sauntered down the halls, hypnotizing them with the portmanteau of bright hues.

My snatch succus ran down my second joint. Luckily, the rouge required liquid ecstasy to come off. My twat emollient would n't melt it away. It would, however, add a pleasant-tasting glow to the kaleidoscope of hue decorating my inner thighs.

My blazon were sore from the effort of coating my eubstance, but I was beautiful.

The paint was dry just in time 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 appurtenance. The bulk of my organic structure was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my painted boob bouncing and panting, barren ft smacking on the stair. My tongue licked across my backtalk, tasting the waxy flavor coating them. I hit the buttocks of the stairs and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karen, wow,"my mom said from the living room. She was wearing that like, old, boring house robe. purple again ? If she was only going to wear one color at a meter, she could at least blame a different one each day.

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

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

I grinned at her, my virtuous twat clenching."I truly hope so. Bye !"

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

I almost caused traffic fortuity as I headed to my college. I was so colored automobile were drifting into early lanes they stared at me. Brakes squealed and horns honked. Some even climbed out of their motorcar to stare at me in awe. pedestrian, men and womanhood alike, gaped at my consistency. The women had such envy in their eyes, knowing they would never be as undimmed and colorful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their hard pecker. That was how I knew I had their full attention.

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

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

I had such a powerful ache when I reached my college. I was so ruttish. More and More boys were following me by then. Heath had to deplumate off his specs and pass over the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the clique, rubbing at his pecker. powerful before I reached the steps to come in my school, I could n't consume any more. I need to see cogent evidence that I was colorful.

I whirled around to nerve Oscar and fell to my knee."appearance it to me !"

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

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

It clicked in his psyche. His jean came undone faster than a flash. He shoved them down along with a dyad of boxers dotted with tenderness. His cock popped out, thrusting midst from a wiry thatch of brown pubic hair.

I snagged Academy Award 's dick in my paint hand and pulled it towards my impressible sassing. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my for the first time ever rooster. He groaned as I nursed on him, my knife sliding around the crown, gathering the salty feeling of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Oscar 's cock in my mouth. I sucked on his dick with such hunger, my virgin pussy clenching. The guys all moved in around me, staring at my colorful body, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my head. My dyed pigtails danced around my articulatio humeri as my head turned and twisted, shifting my mouth around his pecker. I rubbed the spongelike tip against the roof of my back talk, my knife, and my privileged cheeks.

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

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

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

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

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

A holler erupted from the assembly boys. They were all staring at me. Hot pussy pick trickled down my particoloured second joint as I took More and more than of Academy Award 's gumshoe in my backtalk. His crown reached the back of my pharynx. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his prick. Drool ran down my Chin. I made such mischievous, wanton sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my right hand down between my thigh. I rubbed at my yellow-painted pussy lips. My boiling cream coated them as I slid my finger through my juicy folds. I brushed my Hymen, my vestal profundity begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's rooster, ripple of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my clit and frigged my little button. Academy Award groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the coloured chain. He fucked my mouth. I gasped, his hammer driving past my back talk. I just had to sit there and let him use my backtalk. He fucked his peter in and out of my oral examination cavity like it was my cunt. It made my snatch so wet.

"mother fucker, you want it bad,"Oscar groaned."I 'm uncoerced to cave in you what you need, you bold, little slut."

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

I was growing dizzy from all the watching eye. They stared at me as I loved Oscar 's cock. I sucked harder, frigging my clit while nursing on his big dick. Thomas More and more of his salty precum coated my tongue. A preview for that creamy delight in his balls. My button throbbed as I rubbed it, my sexual climax construction and building in me. I moaned around his cock. I caressed the squashy crown with my tongue as he plunged his rooster over and over into my mouth.

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

"Wanton skank !"

"Tie-dyed whore !"

"bold slut."

"Exhibitionist THOT !"

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

Oscar growled, his face twisting with rapture. His blunt feature article 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 loud growling, his dick throb in my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my mouth.

As the salty savor explosion across my discernment buds, my pussy exploded in transport. My digit rubbed at my clit as the pleasure rushed through me. wafture of XTC flowed through my tie-dyed body. My breast shook as Oscar ripped his prick out of my mouth. His 2nd eruption splashed across my face 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 nerve covering my face. It ran hot down my cheeks and dribbled from my forehead. Some reached my lips, my knife flicking out to savor more 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 colors combined in one. When you split white brightness in a prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my body. And the upright source for ovalbumin was cum. It was all so clear.

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

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

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

As Oscar pulled away from me, leaving my grimace coated with his tinder, Jermaine sprang from the gang. I shuddered as his slide fastener rasped and his denim'fastener popped. His dark prick appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knees behind me. His thick shaft smacked into my painted rear. I groaned as he seized the rear of my drumhead and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

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

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

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

My maidenhead stretched and stretched before his cock. There was a knifelike jab of pain sensation as my cherry popped. I gasped as his dick knifed into the untouched depths of my twat. I groaned as his Black shaft spread me across-the-board and wider. My head tossed back, my dyed pigtails dancing about my face. ecstasy surged through me as his orchis smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big dick, my ruin flesh clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so empty with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me arduous. His fork smacked into my colorful ass. The slap on human body on flesh echoed around us while all the boys cheered him on. I groaned as his balls smacked into my clit over and over, gruelling with his boy-paint.

That terrific cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my spit licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my lips."Cum on, son, my oral cavity is free ! semen blusher my body in your jizz ! You want to adorn me with your spunk before the entire scholarly person body ?"

"God fucking damn,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-haired boy fell to his knees before me, his knock rale as he fumbled to loosen it. Then he fished out his cock and aimed it at my mouth. I opened wide and groaned in delectation as he rammed it into me.

I had a hammer in my puss and in my rima oris. Brian grabbed my pigtails, holding tight as he fucked me with the military unit of a jackhammer. My twat clenched around Jermaine 's big, Black pecker. I rocked between them, impaled on both their cocks. I was spit-roasted between them.

Such a bluff thing to do. My articulatio coxae wiggled, stirring my cunt around Jermaine 's dick while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's cock. My butt-cheeks rippled from the stinging impact of Jermaine 's jabbing. He rammed his cock oceanic abyss and hard into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my pleasure around Brian 's dick while all the boys shouted and cheered.

"fucking the little painted slut !"

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

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

"Coat that hot bod in spunk !"

It was wonderful. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw bloomers coming undone. prick appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my kitty-cat clenching around Jermaine 's big rooster. His every driving force brought me closer and nigher to orgasming, my clit crapulence in the thump wallop of his large balls. The son were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how bold and shiny and colored I was.

I had all their attention.

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

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

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

And then to my utter delight, hot spunk squirted from my rightfulness. 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 E. B. White cream painting my body. The boy grunted, fisting his prick, squeezing out a final spurt of his seed.

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

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

I agreed. So hot. So blue.

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 delectation reached my tit, adding white to the orange I 'd already painted there.

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't lowest much longer. Fucking cerise cunt. The best."

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

"confidence me, your piffling pencil dick will feel great in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, hold back working those rosehip, piddling ho. fucking !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left. It splattered across my back and pooled in the groove of my thorn. My rump clenched as those brief spurts puddled hot on my skin. I whimpered, my snatch squeezing down so hard on Jermaine 's cock. I moaned around Brian 's peter. The blackness guy thrust deep into me. His clump smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, roll in the hay !"Jermaine groaned, my ruin pussy spasming wild around him.

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old twat with firmly thrusts. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his peter deep into my kitty. My flesh writhed around them, milking him. I was so eager for his cum to ignite. 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 empty, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my prat. I enjoyed those sinewy blasts of pearly jizz painting my butt-cheeks. Wonderful cream dribbled into my crack. I loved the sticky tactile property of his spicy blusher. I shuddered and groaned, my sexual climax sweeping through me as he unloaded more and more than of his punk.

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

It was.

"Fuck, ca n't ... choose ..."Brian moaned."hoot !"He ripped his cock out of my oral cavity and fisted his shaft hard.

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

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

"Damn, she 's a little tart !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my left hip. It ran down my thigh, hot rivulets of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed to a greater extent of that marvellous color sprayed across my torso. I rose up, my breasts jiggling.

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

I groaned as prick stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby dick then unleashed spurts of hot touchwood. His germ splattered across my perky breast. I groaned, my fingers digging into my flesh as he coated me and all that wonderful kindling. I watched the pearly strand spill across my flesh. It dribbled down to my fingers. I massaged his seed, rubbing it across my lush mounds, coating me in chopper delight.

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

The boys cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a horde of hysteria cacoethes. I trembled, so eager to be painted in all their seeded player. heathland, pushing up his glasses, was the first to grab me. He sank down on his spine and yanked me atop him, his liberal hand holding his cock vertical. I gasped as I impaled my bitch right down his hawkshaw. My cum-coated mamilla heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delight. Jizz dribbled down my body, that wonderful paint. My pussy clenched around heathland 's cock.

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

I gasped as his prick nuzzled between my cum-smeared impudence of my coloured ass.

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his gumshoe pressed against it. My cunt clenched around Heath 's cock as Tim 's peter jab into my bowel. I gasped as my anal annulus ranch and spread, swallowing his dick.

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

A cock rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three dicks in my holes. Three prick I had to get gear up to paint my body in that wonderful, pure coloring. I trembled, sucking on the dick in my lip as I rose up Heath 's stopcock. At the same metre, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his dick over and over into my bowel. Velvety warmth rippled through me while silklike delight surged out of my pussy.

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

"flavour at the niggling ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his blackness cock glistening with my puss juices."red cent, Karen, you 're a picayune freak."

A bold, colorful freak.

I sucked and nurse my rooster in my mouth as I rode Heath 's shaft. Tim 's hard peter pumped over and over into my asshole. The stimulating pleasure flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips dancing from face to slope, my bastard squeezing down on Tim 's cock while my pussycat gripped heathland 's shaft. The dual clash mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

Drool spilled over my Kuki as cum dribbled down my consistence. Tim 's private parts smacked into my ass as he drove his cock over and over into my intestine. I bounced on Heath 's prick, my button throbbing every prison term I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic hair rubbing against me. The grind groaned as I worked my bitch up and down his dick.

"workplace that cock, little ho !"

"God darn, you fucking slut, Karen !"

"fuck !"

Hot come splashed against my arm. It coated my shoulder and dribbled down towards my elbow. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to splash me everywhere. My pussy drank in the rubbing of heathland 's turncock while my asshole gripped Tim 's hawkshaw as he pounded me hard. I sucked with all my might on the gumshoe in my rima oris, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a screwing bawd !"

chopper jizz splattered into the back of my mind, coating more of my whisker. It ran down the back of my neck and dribble over my shoulder blades. I loved the smell of the hot spunk. It coated me in that terrific coloring. The beauty of pearly jizz.

My climax built faster and faster. I had two cocks churning up my risque holes while I nursed on the third. No other fille was this bluff. Every boy loved me. They jerked off their tool as they lusted for me, aching to bring together 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 rooster. That hot spunk bathed me. It ran across my varicolored flesh as I hurtled closer to my sexual climax. 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 dick into my oral cavity, soaked in my sugared ointment. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Shirley Temple dig. My pussy squeezed around heath 's cock as my entire body shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two dissimilar boy were painting me in their passion. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My pussycat convulsed around Heath 's dick. My SOB spasmed around Tim 's hammering pecker. I bucked and writhed, working my mess up and down both their irradiation. Intense waves of X flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's hammer. I moaned and whimpered, ace dancing before my middle. My holes writhed and convulsed on their awesome putz. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from side of meat to side of meat. My flesh milked them, bring them closer and closer to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so much spunk.

Rapture drowned my mind.

"piece of ass kinky hussy !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your asshole is going wild around my cock. Fuck !"

He ripped out of my asshole. The first spirt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my spine. I felt the jizz running hot down my skin as more and Thomas More jets splashed on my pulp. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my soundbox, making me finger so naughty and wild.

My pussycat spasmed hard about heathland 's cock. My judgment melted, my coming still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's dick as Tim rammed into my asshole. His cock was even thicker than Tim 's. He grunted, heavy ball smacking into my pulp as he plunged into my asshole.

"nooky, shag, piece of tail !"he growled. Then he ripped his dick out of my asshole and spurted frothy cum onto my body."Such a roll in the hay working girl !"

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

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

Still cumming, drunk on this moment, I rolled off of him. I writhed on the priming coat, 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 punk across my skin. I rubbed it into my flesh as my climax rippled through me. My intellect melted in rapture.

They made me into a masterpiece.

Finally, my trunk was painted. I was drenched in wonderful, pearly jizz. I stood up, that delicious spunk drying on my colorful eubstance. I sauntered forward, my dummy palpitation and my ass swaying. The gang parted for me, and I marched into the college bold as fuck. I did n't give care. Everyone could see me. Everyone could see how well I stood out.

I had a huge smiling on my face as every boy paid attention to me all day. Even the teacher. Every man who witnessed me gained voiceless peter that needed sculptural relief. Luckily, there was always a new spot of my body that needed to be painted. Unlike the trunk paint, cum did n't terminal long.

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

trade good thing the rewards were Worth it. I could n't look. Smiling, I spotted a dick that needed my tending."Pussy, asshole, or backtalk ?"

The guy grinned.

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The figure chuckled. The a la mode pair of panties was a shattering success. The bod had no idea the a la mode pair would go over so well. It glanced down at the Modern step-in lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this twosome was subdued.

lightlessness, a bit of lacing around the waistband, and two Bible printed across the croup in big, bold, white letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one more add-on. The figure stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the slit giving access to the wearer 's pussy. The soma smiled. Where would be the considerably place to leave these panties ? The figure chuckled again as the pure spot clicked in its mind.

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

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