Mind-Control step-in

fib Four : Nubile flasher joy

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

line : Thanks to shadowmansc for beta reading this !

The bod rode the moving stairway to the one-third floor of the mall were small, but trendy, clothing memory board lay. The sort of place that nubile, coed girlfriend preferred to shop. Just the form of seat the figure wanted to leave its particular panties.

No one noticed as the form passed through the security department detector that flanked the store 's entrance. Nor did anyone pay attention as the human body moved through the store. Though out of piazza, the figure of speech was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the garish, tie-dyed panty in slender fingerbreadth, it drew no attention. As the figure passed the exhibit of former panties, a grin spread on its lips. Soon enough, the wild panties would draw the right fille.

Karen Greene.

With a flick of its articulatio radiocarpea, the fig deposited its special cosmos, leaving behind the naughty surprise that would find Thomas Young Karen.

Minutes later, after the figure had slipped out of the store, Karen entered, her eyes flicking around at the clothes. 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 often figure since she was a bridesmaid for her full cousin 's wedding. Despite her blossoming body—her chest were round and supple in her plain bra on beneath her loose-fitting sweater, her ramification toned, and her prat bubbly—she did n't birth the durability to bear witness off her frame.

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

Her green oculus flicked over the wear while her calamitous fuzz swayed about her shoulders. She would sigh from time to sentence, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a mingy yoke of blue jean with a heart sewn on the punt pockets that she ached to weary. She wished she could muster the courage. She would eat up while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweatpants. She ached to realize why she feared to show off her body.

deep down she knew why. It was the male child. She did n't guess she was gay since she did n't precisely find boy disgusting. She just did n't need to have their attention. She 'd never made the joining to her shyness, but when she was new, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her skirt and panties, exposing her on the schoolyard playground. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the memory of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to pass up her clothing and shroud her infantile body.

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

She sucked in a breathing place when she saw the panties. They were so bright, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue conceivable, a tie-dyed masterpiece that almost mesmerized her. Her quivering hand reached out to caressed the cotton/polyester blend. She stroked the fabric until she came across the password. Each letter was a different color. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, garish purpleness, sun-yellow, fuchsia, teal, cherry-red, and hot pink. Together they formed the Holy Scripture that made her shudder.

Colorful.

prickling raced through her as she caressed each letter. The electric thrill settled through her body, hardening her nipple and turning her kitty into molten wetness. Finally, she 'd retrieve the courage to buy something.

She snatched up the panties and rushed up to the cash register. The saleswoman smiled and nodded. It was clear she approved of Karen finally buying something. Neither of them noticed that naught rang up on the 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, chocolate-brown bag with the store 's logo printed on the English in cute purple. With her prize clutched before her, Karen scurried out of the mall.

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Karen Henry Graham Greene

The next day, I stared at those colored panties. I shuddered at finally finding the courage to buy something arch. Something better than the plain, boring panties I always wore. No one would have it away, of course of instruction, but I would at least have made a step to escaping my shyness. I wanted to preen like the former young lady. I did n't desire to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning spinner. I was nineteen. I should n't be afraid to show up off a fiddling 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 X ago on the resort area of my elementary school day. Sometimes, it seemed like those three male child had followed me as I grew up, salivating to see my naughty section again. Well, I was in college. If they tried anything, they would be in trouble.

confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost spellbinding panties, the blend of hues merging from one marvelous specter to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the frisson raced up my leg. This electrified surge preceded the cotton panties as I pulled them high and mellow up my thighs. I groaned, my barren breasts swaying and jiggling. My nipple puckered hard while a mellow warmth formed deep inside of me.

I felt so gamy as I seated the pantie against my dark bush. The cloth gripped my rump, hugging it tighter than any former pair of underclothing ever had. They rode lower on my hips than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my bush to peek out of the cincture. I shuddered, a juicy ripple rushing through me.

I would be colorful today.

That meant I had to find the thoroughgoing rig. I darted to my closet, my firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it undefended, staring at the collection of my clothing. I had to have something that held some amount of resonance. 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 spinal column 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 clothe a bit more"your age, Karen,"as she put it. I pulled it out, staring at the garden pink textile. It had hardly any sleeves and it had been low cut when I was two days younger. Then, my boob were only budding.

Now ...

I pulled it over my headspring. I gasped as the wet material caressed my pelt before sliding over my breasts. Over my teat. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my nubs, that foul whiz rushing throughout my body. My optic fluttered and my pussy clenched in abject delight. What a wonderful sensation. Almost as exciting as masturbation. I felt succus soaking my colorful panties as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my breadbasket. It left a few in of skin exposed and my pap clearly stood out.

It was such a bold thing to wear.

I loved it.

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

After a mo, an idea struck me. I had a bridal dress that I had to tire for my cousin 's nuptials stopping point year. The dame was so scant. I 'd almost swoon when I had to wear it. And who had ever heard of a bridal frock that came in two pieces ?

My cousin was weird.

Her wedding dress had shown off so much of her flesh, her prominent breasts almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my outfit. The bird was in the garment bag buried in my closet. The leafy vegetable skirt would face so aphrodisiac with its satin shimmer attracting as much attention as my top.

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

A giddy surge rippled through me, an wire shiver rushing out of my pussy as I stepped into the skirt. The fabric rustled as I drew it up my thighs, my boobs jiggling in my compressed top. I groaned as I drew the fabric over my panties. It was such a pity to obliterate those colorful delights.

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

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my skirt swirling about my thigh, my boob bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hallway and rushed down them towards the front man doorway. My mother peeked out of the aliveness room, wrapped up in a imperial peignoir. She said,"Karenic ... My, that 's, um ... an concern outfit."

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

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

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

"Well, I 'm gladiola. I was getting a small apprehensive about you."

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

My pussy tingled with such upheaval as I strolled to my college. I did n't step on it forward with my shoulder slumped, my arms almost hugging me as if I did n't want the passing railroad car and bicyclists to notice me. That I did n't need the other pedestrians to gain I was sharing the sidewalk with them.

Today, I sauntered with my back straight. I was practically thrusting my round, firm bosom out before me. They bounced while my satin skirt swirled around my thighs. The William Green fabric had a wonderful shimmer, almost rippling with varying hues of emerald. My inglorious hair danced about my case, my rucksack bouncing and my pocketbook swing. I had such a jaunt to my step.

"tinker's dam, is that you, Karen ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a side of meat street. He was a magniloquent guy was short, brown hair. I smiled at his muscular build, his shoulder broad. He was on the football game team, his chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his middle tracking the flowing crusade of my chick. My inglorious hair's-breadth bounced about my berm, brushing my blench skin and the pink fabric of my blouse. My nipples tingled, naughty jolts and zaps shooting down to my kitty. My poor panties were just so wet.

It made me palpate so wicked and naughty.

A part of me just wanted to flip-flop up my dame him how aphrodisiacal my panties were. The impulse grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the face doorway and shuddered as other boys noticed me.

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

I beamed.

"Is that Karenic Greene ?"Brian asked, a guy with shaggy, blond fuzz 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 end doorway, my skirt swirling. This was the time. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my mitt casually grabbed the fabric of my annulus. I gave it a quick jerk, making the fabric flare up seemingly on its own. For a brief second, my tie-dyed pantie flashed for all the human beings to see, those colored varsity letter on exhibit. The cat groaned while I smiled in delight.

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

All the male child were staring at me during the day. I loved their attention. But as the classes went by, their looks and hungry regard started to dwindle down. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was coloured, but, honestly, it was only two dissimilar shades. pinko and green were shake, but my hairsbreadth was such a bland black, my purse was brown, and my rucksack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after classes were over.

After quickly masturbating my juicy pussy to a mind-numbing sexual climax in the girls'can, I headed to the center, back to the depot that gave me the courageousness finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new skirts. I needed accessories.

The one affair I did n't need was new scanty. I would wash these tonight and make sure they were fresh and fix for tomorrow.

I swept through the depot like a hurricane. I called my female parent to let her know I was using the course credit card she 'd given me for hand brake. I told her I was buying a new wardrobe, and she was thrilled. She told me not to worry about spending too much, but to make myself happy. She was such an awesome mom.

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

When I got base with my new supplies, I was so wet. I threw all my new clothes on my bed, spilling out all the colored fabrics across my sheets. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my pussy to another orgasm as I buried my cheek into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the fabric while stroking my finger up and down my scanty, pressing the textile into my virgin twat.

My juices soaked through my panty. They coated my fingers. I screamed out my orgasm into the bra, cumming in mere bit. I was just so aroused for tomorrow.

I had trouble sleeping that night. I was just so agitate. I was energized. I had thrown my panty in the wash before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the dryer so they 'd be prepare for me in the dawning. Since I was bursting with energy, I decided to take the meter to get my hair done. Black would n't do at all.

I needed to be colorful.

kickoff, I had to discolorize my locks. It took two soaks with the H peroxide to get my hair light enough for what I wanted. Then I went to do work. I dyed the right half a shiny cotton-candy blue air. The give side I made cherry-red. Such a bright and unnatural shadowiness. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my picket typeface. So much safe than that olive drab, natural hue.

I had to be colored for all the boys.

By the time my hair was dry, my alarm clock was going off. I was bore for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red whisker into Twin Falls pigtails. They fell down to my shoulders in falls of bright beauty. I loved it. I grabbed my new wearable, starting with a cat valium bra that I had rubbed against my face as I masturbated to my wonderful sexual climax. I slipped it on and settled my youthful breasts into the loving cup.

I was giddy with excitement as I seized the bright-yellow craw top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchable cloth leaving my midriff bare. It was so low cut it showed off the straps of my bra and the superlative of the loving cup. The colors were so howling to picture off. hum, I stepped into my tie-dyed pantie, drawing them up as that tingle rippled through me. I could n't help but shake my rump at my mirror, reading the letters despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my snatch already soaking my poor people panties. I grabbed my new chick, a deep, plenteous plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my hips, showing off the top my scanty to anyone, allowing the riot of people of colour 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 embracing. Those wear, I could n't help but jounce around my room. I was bright and vibrant.

Everyone would mark me.

I snagged my backpack, a garish Orange, and my new purse that was a delicious refinement of teal. I slid my feet into a couple of inscrutable, vermilion blackguard before darting out of my bedchamber. I rushed down the stair, my bold haircloth dancing about my face. I felt so excited. My boob heaved in my new bra and in my low-cut top. I reached the bottom and darted for the movement door.

"Oh, my gosh, Karenic,"Mom said from the livelihood room, wearing the same oil production, purple theatre robe as yesterday. It was only one color. How muted."You really went ... all out."

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

"I think NASA will notice you from blank space on their satellites,"Mom said."Well, I 'm beaming 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 breasts bounced. My doll bounced.

The fabric swayed back and Forth River, flashing glimpses of my panties. It was so short that it would strike about zippo to get a peek at the tie-dyed pleasure beneath. I turned so many head teacher with my vibrant show. Drivers watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. guy cable groaned at the sight of me, their oculus following the advance of my young and marriageable 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 a great deal ?"

He shook his head, his sassing 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 bouncing on my back, my boob heaving. They wanted to escape my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow harvest top. More and to a greater extent 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 hired man rubbing across his shaved-bald school principal. 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 concentrated. I wanted to jack off right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my division, I kept my leg spread wide so everyone can see that break daub growing the private parts of my tight-died panties. I twirled my pigtails, twining colorful lock around my fingerbreadth while I licked my purple lips.

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

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

I thought about that as I masturbated in the lavatory after division. My trivial gasping groan echoed around me as I tried to imagine the perfect outfit to take hold their attention forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting Twitch canal. On it was such a beautiful, young char that made my pussy feeling so tingly. She showed me a way I could progress to myself colorful.

After my coming, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's exigency credit wag to buy the supplying. My purchases were lumbering, weighing me down as I rushed home plate, still attracting so practically care to my bold and vibrant outfit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so ready to transmute myself.

When I got base, I masturbated three times just thinking about it. My piteous, little virgin snatch was just so sore. I set my alarm system clock to go off ace early, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in colouring. A never-ending kaleidoscope of Red, blues, greens, pinks, yellows, oranges, purples, greenish blue, sunshine, flame, chartreuse, silver, amber, cobalt blue, violet, azure, crimson, and colors that I did n't even know the names for filled my imagination. Colors that could n't exist in the genuine world.

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

I had three hours to move around myself into the most colorful lady friend ever.

I dumped out my supply upon the lav counter, the small jars of consistency paint rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many different hue as I could. I started wrenching open the hat, the waxy odor filling my nose. The paints were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your peel. To underwrite you.

I shuddered as I stared at my naked conformation in the mirror. My daily round white meat quivered, my pink mamilla thrusting out hard. My hide was the same pale-beige tone with the occasional lentigo and that seawall on my hip. I was all so oil production. I had to be special.

I plunged my fingers into the first base spectre. It was a shining neon leafy vegetable. I coated my digits. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the striking. I worked it around, leaving a fun swirl.

I smiled at the tactile property of it on my peel, the paint coating my consistence. It hugged me. My forget manus darted into a bottle of cryptical scarlet. I scooped up a nice glob of both digit and attacked my forget chest. I rubbed it into my soma while a disgustful tingle raced through me. I groaned as I covered my nipple in the naughty body rouge.

My smile only grew as I attacked my build with Thomas More of the coloration. I rubbed bright orange onto my early 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 delight down between my breast. My fingers grew sticky with paint. It splattered across the counter as I worked in a frenzy of instauration. I just let my instincts go.

I wanted to create a tableau.

I wanted my organic structure to be the same saturnalia of tie-dyed colors as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed bright xanthous across the lips of my twat. I shuddered, trembling. I was so gladiolus I 'd shaved my pussy concluding Night. It was all gone. No smutty, black haircloth to get in the way of the tremendous yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pinko and blue and glittering gold on my derriere, working my manus into my firm butt-cheeks to make a wicked portmanteau of colouring material. I worked silver and goldenrod and a wonderfully burnt umbra across my face. I coated my cervix. My second joint had a dozen different specter each, shading and swirling together. I coated my toes. The Sol of my feet. I strained to rub blues and yellows and Red River and oranges across my binding.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my soundbox from right and left, my au naturel breasts bouncing and heaving with every movement. They were so firm and perky, both beautiful with a dotty convolution of vividness reaching up to my toilsome pap. As the paint dried it gripped my skin. It felt so wonderful around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most coloured girl in the world. Every boy would comment me now. They would see my tight snatch painted bright yellow, my left-hand nipple that wonderful shade of red, and my right mammilla a brilliantly orange. The mix of hues covered my titty would pull their gaze as they bounced right and left. It all mixed with the dye in my hair. Boys who saw me from behind would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the foyer, hypnotizing them with the blending of bright hues.

My pussy juices ran down my thighs. Luckily, the paint required grievous bodily harm to come off. My pussy ointment would n't evaporate it away. It would, however, add a delicious lambency to the kaleidoscope of hues decorating my inner thighs.

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

The paint was dry just in sentence 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 bulk of my body was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my paint breasts bouncing and panting, bare invertebrate foot smacking on the stairs. My tongue licked across my sass, tasting the waxy feel coating them. I hit the stern of the stairs and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karenic, wow,"my mom said from the living way. She was wearing that Saami, old, boring house robe. Purple again ? If she was only going to tire one colour at a clock time, she could at to the lowest degree pluck a different one each day.

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

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

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

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

I almost caused dealings accidents as I headed to my college. I was so colorful cars were drifting into former lanes they stared at me. brake system squealed and horns honked. Some even climbed out of their motorcar to stare at me in awe. Pedestrians, men and woman alike, gaped at my body. The cleaning woman had such envy in their eyes, knowing they would never be as hopeful and colorful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their hard shaft. That was how I knew I had their wide-cut attention.

"Fuck me,"Oscar 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 au naturel feet smacked on the cement sidewalk while my hips swayed, my ass flexing and jiggling. I felt his eyes studying the swirling hue covering both my butt-cheeks.

I had such a powerful ache when I reached my college. I was so hornlike. More and more boys were following me by then. heath had to attract off his specs and wipe the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the pack, rubbing at his cock. Right before I reached the measure to enter my schoolhouse, I could n't take any More. I need to see validation that I was colorful.

I whirled around to look Academy Award and fell to my stifle."show it to me !"

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

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

It clicked in his mind. His jeans came undone quicker than a flash. He shoved them down along with a yoke of boxers dotted with spunk. His shaft popped out, thrusting thick from a wiry thatch of brown pubic haircloth.

I snagged Oscar 's dick in my multi-colour deal and pulled it towards my impressible lips. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my first ever pecker. He groaned as I nursed on him, my spit sliding around the pennant, gathering the salty smack 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 kitty clenching. The guy all moved in around me, staring at my colorful consistency, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my head. My dyed pigtails danced around my shoulders as my head turned and twisted, shifting my mouth around his turncock. I rubbed the spongy tip against the roof of my mouth, my tongue, and my inner cheeks.

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

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

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

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

"Why waste it ?"groaned Academy Award."The fiddling slut wants to please us all."

A bellow erupted from the assemblage boy. They were all staring at me. Hot snatch cream trickled down my painted thighs as I took more and more of Oscar 's dick in my mouth. His pate reached the cover of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his prick. dribble ran down my chin. I made such wicked, wanton sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my right bridge player down between my thighs. I rubbed at my yellow-painted slit lips. My boiling cream coated them as I slid my fingers through my juicy folds. I brushed my hymen, my vestal astuteness begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's cock, ripple of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my clit and frigged my fiddling button. Oscar groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colorful Strand. He fucked my sassing. I gasped, his peter driving past my backtalk. I just had to sit there and let him use my mouth. He fucked his cock in and out of my oral examination cavity like it was my pussy. It made my catch so wet.

"doodly-squat, you want it bad,"Oscar groaned."I 'm willing to give you what you need, you bold, piddling slut."

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

I was growing dizzy from all the watching eyes. They stared at me as I loved Oscar 's cock. I sucked harder, frigging my clitoris while nursing on his big dick. More and Sir Thomas More of his salty precum coated my tongue. A preview for that creamy joy in his balls. My button throbbed as I rubbed it, my orgasm building and building in me. I moaned around his cock. I caressed the spongelike crown with my glossa as he plunged his peter over and over into my mouth.

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

"Wanton filth !"

"Tie-dyed whore !"

"Bold slut."

"exhibitionist THOT !"

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

Academy Award growled, his cheek twisting with rapture. His blunt characteristic were burning with his rage. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his rooster all the way into the depth of my mouth. And then he groaned. He let out a gimcrack growl, his hawkshaw throb in my rima oris. I squeezed my eyes shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my back talk.

As the salty flavor flare-up across my preference buds, my puss exploded in exaltation. My finger's breadth rubbed at my clit as the pleasance rushed through me. Waves of exaltation flowed through my tie-dyed consistency. My breasts shook as Oscar ripped his cock out of my mouth. His 2nd blast splashed across my fount as I swallowed his first warhead of jizz.

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

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his heart covering my aspect. It ran hot down my face and dribbled from my brow. Some reached my lips, my clapper flicking out to savor more than 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. Patrick White. It was all colors combined in one. When you split white lighter in a optical prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my body. And the best informant for tweed was cum. It was all so make.

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 face coated with his spunk, Jermaine sprang from the crowd. I shuddered as his zipper rasped and his blue jean'fastener popped. His dark cock appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his stifle behind me. His thick shaft smacked into my piebald tush. I groaned as he seized the back of my read/write head and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

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

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

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

My hymen stretched and stretched before his cock. There was a sharp jab of infliction as my cherry popped. I gasped as his dick knifed into the untouched depths of my pussy. I groaned as his Negro prick bed covering me wider and wider. My mind tossed back, my dyed pigtails dancing about my face. transport surged through me as his balls smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big putz, my spoil soma clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so empty with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me laborious. His crotch smacked into my colorful ass. The slap on flesh on flesh echoed around us while all the male child cheered him on. I groaned as his lump smacked into my clit over and over, gravid with his boy-paint.

That wonderful cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my lingua licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my lips."Cum on, male child, my mouth is justify ! seminal fluid key my body in your jizz ! You want to adorn me with your touchwood before the entire student soundbox ?"

"God fucking shit,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-haired boy fell to his knees before me, his belted ammunition rale as he fumbled to undo it. Then he fished out his pecker and aimed it at my oral fissure. I opened wide and groaned in delight as he rammed it into me.

I had a cock in my kitty-cat and in my oral fissure. Brian grabbed my pigtails, holding tight as he fucked me with the force of a pneumatic hammer. My pussy clenched around Jermaine 's big, Black dick. I rocked between them, impaled on both their cock. I was spit-roasted between them.

Such a sheer thing to do. My hips wiggled, stirring my snatch around Jermaine 's dick while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's cock. My butt-cheeks rippled from the prick 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 joy around Brian 's tool while all the boys shouted and cheered.

"Fuck the piddling painted slut !"

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

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

"Coat that hot bod in spunk !"

It was wonderful. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw pant coming undone. Cocks appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my pussy clenching around Jermaine 's big turncock. His every thrust brought me closer and close to orgasming, my button drinking in the thudding impact of his arduous nut. The boys were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lecherousness. They were seeing how bold and bright and colored I was.

I had all their attention.

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

"The lilliputian ho is despairing 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 verbalise pleasure, hot heart squirted from my right. It splashed across my side and dribbled down to my swinging tit. The cum was so hot, it almost seared me. I savored it, loving that Elwyn Brooks White cream painting my body. The boy grunted, fisting his pecker, squeezing out a last spirt of his seed.

"nooky, person got a quick-trigger,"Jermaine growled.

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

I agreed. So hot. So gamey.

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

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't close much foresighted. Fucking cherry pussy. The best."

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

"cartel me, your little pencil putz will experience with child in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, keep working those hips, footling ho. Fuck !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left. It splattered across my book binding and pooled in the channel of my spine. My rump clenched as those legal brief spurt puddled hot on my skin. I whimpered, my cunt squeezing down so hard on Jermaine 's peter. I moaned around Brian 's dick. The Joseph Black guy drive oceanic abyss into me. His Ball smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, fuck !"Jermaine groaned, my spoil kitty spasming wild around him.

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old twat with strong jab. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his dick deep into my pussy. My bod writhed around them, milking him. I was so aegir for his cum to break. I squealed around Brian 's peter as the delight melted my mind.

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his cock out of my convulsing twat. I felt so discharge, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my rump. I enjoyed those mightily blasts of pearly-white jizz painting my butt-cheeks. howling cream dribbled into my crack. I loved the gluey feel of his naughty paint. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm sweeping through me as he unloaded more and More of his punk.

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

It was.

"Fuck, ca n't ... take ..."Brian moaned."shit !"He ripped his cock out of my back talk and fisted his diaphysis hard.

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

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

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

Jizz splattered my left hip. It ran down my second joint, hot rivulets of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more of that terrific coloring sprayed across my body. I rose up, my tit jiggling.

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

I groaned as peter stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby dick then unleashed spurts of hot nerve. His seed splattered across my perky breasts. I groaned, my fingerbreadth digging into my flesh as he coated me and all that marvelous touchwood. I watched the pearly-white strands spill across my figure. It dribbled down to my fingers. I massaged his seed, rubbing it across my lush pitcher, coating me in pearly delight.

"I need to a greater extent !"I howled."I have a cunt. An asshole. Use me !"

The male child cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a horde of frenzy passion. I trembled, so aegir to be painted in all their source. heath, pushing up his glasses, was the first to grab me. He sank down on his back and yanked me atop him, his free paw holding his stopcock upright piano. I gasped as I impaled my cunt right down his dick. My cum-coated bosom heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delight. Jizz dribbled down my body, that rattling paint. My pussy clenched around Heath 's cock.

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

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

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

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

A tool rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three putz in my gob. Three cocks I had to get quick to paint my body in that wonderful, pure people of color. I trembled, sucking on the putz in my mouth as I rose up heathland 's cock. At the same time, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his gumshoe over and over into my bowels. Velvety heat rippled through me while silky delectation surged out of my pussy.

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

"spirit at the lilliputian ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his Black cock glistening with my pussy juice."red cent, Karen, you 're a piffling freak."

A bold face, colorful freak.

I sucked and suck my cock in my mouth as I rode Heath 's cock. Tim 's hard quill pumped over and over into my asshole. The stir delight flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips dancing from side to side, my asshole squeezing down on Tim 's tool while my pussy gripped Heath 's shaft of light. The double frictions mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

slobber spilled over my chin as cum dribbled down my consistency. Tim 's crotch smacked into my ass as he drove his turncock over and over into my bowel. I bounced on Heath 's prick, my clit throbbing every prison term I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic hairsbreadth rubbing against me. The nerd groaned as I worked my puss up and down his dick.

"Work that cock, minuscule ho !"

"God shucks, you fucking slut, Karen !"

"nooky !"

Hot number splashed against my arm. It coated my berm and dribbled down towards my human elbow. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to splash me everywhere. My pussy drank in the friction of heathland 's cock while my asshole gripped Tim 's dick as he pounded me hard. I sucked with all my might on the pecker in my mouth, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a roll in the hay whore !"

Pearly jizz splattered into the rachis of my psyche, coating more of my hair. It ran down the spine of my cervix and dribbling over my shoulder blades. I loved the feel of the hot spunk. It coated me in that wonderful color. The beauty of pearly jizz.

My coming built faster and faster. I had two cock churning up my naughty cakehole while I nursed on the third. No former lady friend was this boldface. Every boy loved me. They jerked off their hammer as they lusted for me, aching to connect the fun.

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

He showered me in his cum, my pussy squeezing down on heathland 's stopcock. That hot tinder bathed me. It ran across my multi-colored flesh as I hurtled closer to my 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 cock into my mouth, soaked in my sweetly cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Negro shaft. My pussy squeezed around Heath 's cock as my entire physical structure shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two dissimilar boys were painting me in their passion. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My twat convulsed around Heath 's dick. My asshole spasmed around Tim 's hammering cock. I bucked and writhed, working my hole up and down both their shafts. Intense waves of ecstasy flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's cock. I moaned and whimpered, headliner dancing before my eyes. My golf hole writhed and convulsed on their amazing cocks. I whimpered, my hip joint wiggling from side of meat to side. My physique milked them, bring them secretive and tight to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so very much spunk.

exaltation drowned my mind.

"shag kinky slut !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your asshole is going gaga around my stopcock. nooky !"

He ripped out of my shit. The 1st spurt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my spine. I felt the jizz running hot down my skin as More and Sir Thomas More reverse lightning splashed on my chassis. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my body, making me palpate so naughty and wild.

My twat spasmed hard about heath 's cock. My brain melted, my orgasm still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's dick as Tim rammed into my arse. His dick was even thicker than Tim 's. He grunted, heavy balls smacking into my human body as he plunged into my asshole.

"Fuck, shag, fuck !"he growled. Then he ripped his tool out of my shit and spurted frothy cum onto my consistence."Such a shag cocotte !"

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

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

Still cumming, drunk on this moment, I rolled off of him. I writhed on the soil, gasping and moaning as they stood over me, jerking off their cocks. Cum fired at me from every focus. They were all erupting. All splashing me in jizz. They painted spunk across my tegument. 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 wonderful, pearly jizz. I stood up, that scrumptious nerve drying on my colorful body. I sauntered forward, my breast shaking and my ass swaying. The bunch parted for me, and I marched into the college bold as nooky. 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 hard dicks that needed embossment. Luckily, there was always a new spot of my body that needed to be painted. Unlike the body paint, cum did n't finis long.

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

goodness thing the rewards were worth it. I could n't wait. Smiling, I spotted a dick that needed my tending."Pussy, prick, or mouth ?"

The guy grinned.

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The figure chuckled. The in style duet of panty was a smashing success. The figure had no mind the latest pair would go over so well. It glanced down at the young step-in lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this pair was subdued.

Joseph Black, a bit of lacing around the waistband, and two words printed across the rump in big, bold, white letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one Sir Thomas More add-on. The figure stroked down to the voider. They were crotchless, lacing surrounding the pussy giving access to the wearer 's pussy. The figure smiled. Where would be the best place to leave these panties ? The figure chuckled again as the gross smirch clicked in its mind.

Rising, the figure snatched up its origination and left its shop behind.

To be continued in the next narration of Mind-Controlling panty ...