Mind-Control scanty

tale quaternary : Nubile exhibitionist delectation

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to shadowmansc for genus Beta reading this !

The figure rode the escalator clause to the third gear base of the mall were minor, but trendy, clothing fund lay. The sort of stead that nubile, coed female child preferred to shop. Just the sort of spot the shape wanted to forget its special panties.

No one noticed as the figure passed through the security detectors that flanked the entrepot 's entrance. Nor did anyone pay attention as the anatomy moved through the stock. Though out of stead, the physique was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the garish, tie-dyed scanty in slender finger, it drew no attention. As the form passed the video display of other panties, a smile counterpane on its lips. Soon enough, the uncivilized scanty would attract the right missy.

Karenic Greene.

With a picture show of its wrist, the chassis deposited its special cosmos, leaving behind the naughty surprisal that would see Lester Willis Young Karen.

minutes later, after the figure had slipped out of the storehouse, 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 courageousness to wear anything that revealed so practically flesh since she was a maid of honor for her cousin 's wedding ceremony. Despite her blossoming body—her boob were round and lissom in her champaign bra on beneath her loose-fitting jumper, her branch toned, and her rump bubbly—she did n't have the strength to show off her fig.

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

Her honey oil eyes flicked over the wear while her black hairsbreadth swayed about her shoulder joint. She would sigh from time to time, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a soused duad of jeans with a eye sewn on the back sack that she ached to bear. She wished she could summon the courage. She would swallow while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweatpants. She ached to understood why she feared to show off her body.

oceanic abyss down she knew why. It was the boys. She did n't think she was gay since she did n't precisely find boys disgusting. She just did n't want to cause their tending. She 'd never made the connection to her shyness, but when she was untried, a boy named Oscar had ripped down her wench and panties, exposing her on the schoolyard resort area. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the memory of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to draw up her clothing and cover her childish body.

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

She sucked in a breathing space when she saw the panty. They were so bright, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue conceivable, a tie-dyed masterpiece that almost mesmerized her. Her tremble hand reached out to fondle the cotton/polyester blend. She stroked the material until she came across the Scripture. Each letter was a different color. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, gaudy purple, sun-yellow, fuchsia, bluish green, cherry-red, and hot pinko. Together they formed the word that made her shudder.

Colorful.

thrill raced through her as she caressed each letter. The electric thrill settled through her body, hardening her nipples and turning her cunt into liquefied wetness. Finally, she 'd found the courage to buy something.

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

The scanty were slipped into a discrete, brownness bag with the store 's logotype printed on the side in cute purple. With her trophy clutched before her, Karen scurried out of the mall.

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Karenic Greene

The side by side day, I stared at those colored panties. I shuddered at finally finding the courage to buy something wicked. Something adept than the plain, boring panties I always wore. No one would know, of course of study, but I would at least have made a gradation to escaping my shyness. I wanted to dress like the early little girl. I did n't want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning old maid. I was nineteen. I should n't be afraid to exhibit off a footling flesh.

I hoped this would be the start.

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

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

Confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost hypnotic step-in, the blend of hues merging from one fantastic shade to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the tingle raced up my leg. This electrified rush preceded the cotton panties as I pulled them higher and higher up my thighs. I groaned, my unsheathed breasts swaying and jiggling. My nipples puckered hard while a molten heating plant formed mysterious inside of me.

I felt so gamey as I seated the panty against my black bush. The cloth gripped my rump, hugging it tighter than any other pair of underwear ever had. They rode lower on my pelvic arch than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my President Bush to peek out of the waistband. I shuddered, a naughty ripple rushing through me.

I would be colourful today.

That meant I had to detect the perfect outfit. I darted to my closet, my firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it open, staring at the collection of my vesture. I had to take something that held some sum of money of vibrancy. A neural whimper groaned from me as I pawed through my press, 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 backbone where wear I had n't worn in a few years hung. I gasped as I found a birthday present from my mom when I was sixteen. It was back when she 'd tried to get me to dress a bit more"your age, Karen,"as she put it. I pulled it out, staring at the pinko cloth. It had hardly any sleeve and it had been low cut when I was two years younger. Then, my breasts were only budding.

Now ...

I pulled it over my head. I gasped as the tight material caressed my skin before sliding over my knocker. Over my nipples. I groaned at the textile rubbing against my nubs, that wicked sensation rushing throughout my body. My eyes fluttered and my snatch clenched in miserable delight. What a wonderful sensation. Almost as exciting as masturbation. I felt succus soaking my colorful panty as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my stomach. It left a few inches of pelt exposed and my nipples clearly stood out.

It was such a bold thing to wear.

I loved it.

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

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

My cousin was unearthly.

Her wedding attire had shown off so much of her flesh, her large white meat 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 closet. The green skirt would look so aphrodisiacal with its satin shimmer attracting as much aid as my top.

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

A empty-headed surge rippled through me, an electrified tingle rushing out of my pussycat as I stepped into the skirt. The fabric rustled as I drew it up my thighs, my bosom jiggling in my tight top. I groaned as I drew the fabric over my scanty. It was such a shame to veil those colorful delights.

Now ready for shoal, I grabbed my black rucksack. Ugh, it was so drab. I hated pulling it on. My bag was n't any better. Why did I choose one in such an horrible subtlety of brown ?

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

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

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

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

"Well, I 'm glad. I was getting a footling distressed about you."

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

My twat tingled with such exhilaration as I strolled to my college. I did n't rush forward with my shoulder slumped, my arms almost hugging me as if I did n't want the passing motorcar and bicyclists to notice me. That I did n't require the other pedestrian to take in I was sharing the sidewalk with them.

Today, I sauntered with my back straight. I was practically thrusting my bout, firm knocker out before me. They bounced while my satin chick swirled around my thighs. The green material had a wonderful shimmer, almost rippling with varying hues of emerald. My black hair danced about my expression, my back pack bounce and my purse vacillation. I had such a jaunt to my step.

"hoot, is that you, Karen ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a English street. He was a tall guy was curt, embrown hair's-breadth. I smiled at his mesomorphic anatomy, his articulatio humeri broad. He was on the football team, his Kuki chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

He whistled. A risque shudder 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 apparent movement of my dame. My black hair's-breadth bounced about my shoulders, brushing my sick skin and the pink cloth of my blouse. My nipple tingled, risque jounce and zaps shooting down to my puss. My poor panties were just so wet.

It made me sense so wicked and naughty.

A part of me just wanted to twitch up my skirt him how aphrodisiacal my panties were. The impulse grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the front door and shuddered as former boys noticed me.

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

I beamed.

"Is that Karenic Greene ?"Brian asked, a guy with shaggy, blond hair who stood adjacent to Jermaine."The screwing 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 straw man doorway, my skirt swirling. This was the fourth dimension. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my bridge player casually grabbed the fabric of my skirt. I gave it a straightaway jerky, making the fabric flare up seemingly on its own. For a brief second, my tie-dyed pantie flashed for all the domain to see, those colourful missive on display. The guys groaned while I smiled in delight.

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

All the boys were staring at me during the day. I loved their attending. But as the social class went by, their looks and hungry gaze started to dwindle. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colorful, but, honestly, it was only two different shades. Pink and green were wind up, but my hair's-breadth was such a bland black, my purse was brown, and my backpack just felt ugly.

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

After quickly masturbating my juicy pussy to a mind-numbing orgasm in the girls'privy, I headed to the mall, back to the store that gave me the braveness finally dressed boldly. I needed a new bra, new top, new doll. I needed accessories.

The one thing I did n't ask was new panties. I would wash these tonight and take a crap sure they were saucy and ready for tomorrow.

I swept through the store like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her have sex I was using the credit entry card she 'd given me for emergencies. I told her I was buying a new wardrobe, and she was thrilled. She told me not to worry about spending too a good deal, but to form myself glad. She was such an awesome mom.

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

When I got home with my new supplies, I was so wet. I threw all my new clothes on my bed, spilling out all the colourful fabrics across my sheet. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my kitty to another orgasm as I buried my fount into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the material while stroking my finger's breadth up and down my panties, pressing the fabric into my virgin twat.

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

I had trouble sleeping that night. I was just so excite. I was energized. I had thrown my scanty in the wash before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the dryer so they 'd be fix for me in the morning time. Since I was bursting with DOE, I decided to take the time to get my pilus done. Black would n't do at all.

I needed to be colourful.

first-class honours degree, I had to decolour my curl. It took two soaks with the hydrogen peroxide to get my hair lightheaded enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the right half a hopeful cotton-candy amobarbital sodium. The entrust side I made cerise. Such a bright and abnormal shade. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my pale side. So much easily than that drab, natural hue.

I had to be colorful for all the boys.

By the clock time my hair was dry, my alarm clock was going off. I was eager for college. I gathered my one-half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hairsbreadth into Gemini pigtails. They fell down to my shoulders in falls of undimmed ravisher. I loved it. I grabbed my new clothing, starting with a putting green bra that I had rubbed against my cheek as I masturbated to my fantastic sexual climax. I slipped it on and settled my youthful breasts into the cups.

I was giddy with excitement as I seized the bright-yellow harvest top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchy cloth leaving my midriff bare. It was so low cut it showed off the shoulder strap of my bra and the superlative of the cup. The semblance were so grand to show off. Humming, I stepped into my tie-dyed pantie, drawing them up as that tingle rippled through me. I could n't help but shake my rump at my mirror, reading the letter of the alphabet despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my pussy already soaking my poor pantie. I grabbed my new wench, a deep, rich plum tree. I stepped into it and drew it up my ramification. It hung low on my coxa, showing off the top my scanty to anyone, allowing the riot of coloring to be seen. Next, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-hi socks. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton bosom. Those don, I could n't assist but bounce around my way. I was brilliantly and vibrant.

Everyone would notice me.

I snagged my rucksack, a tawdry orange, and my new purse that was a yummy shade of teal. I slid my foot into a pair of cryptical, vermilion blackguard before darting out of my bedroom. I rushed down the stair, my bold tomentum dancing about my face. I felt so excited. My breasts heaved in my new bra and in my decollete top. I reached the underside and darted for the front door.

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

"I 'm just so happy,"I said, wrenching open the front doorway."All the boys are going to observe me today."

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

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

The material swayed back and forth, flashing glimpses of my panties. It was so short that it would take about nothing to get a peek at the tie-dyed delectation beneath. I turned so many head word with my vibrant exhibit. number one wood watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. Guys groaned at the sight of me, their eyes following the progress of my Lester Willis Young and nubile body.

"shag me,"groaned Academy Award when he intercepted me."Karenic, wow. You look ... electrifying."

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

He shook his head, his mouth half open.

I felt his eyes on me all the way to my schooling. He could n't count away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulders, my backpack bouncing on my back, my breasts heaving. They wanted to fly the coop my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. More and more son 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 moan, his mitt rubbing across his shaved-bald head. Brian shook his bushy head of hair of hair as he groaned in delight.

I had their single attention.

My pussy was so juicy. My nipples were so hard. I wanted to jack off right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my classes, I kept my legs spread full so everyone can see that damp blot growing the private parts of my tight-died panties. I twirled my pigtails, twining colourful locks around my fingerbreadth while I licked my purplish lips.

It was also amazing. So wonderful. But, as the day wore on, I noticed the male child 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 former girls. I wanted the boys'undivided attention.

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

I thought about that as I masturbated in the lavatory after stratum. My little puff groan echoed around me as I tried to imagine the perfect turnout to apply their tending forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this concern twitching channel. On it was such a beautiful, young woman 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 reference card to buy the supplies. My purchases were heavy, weighing me down as I rushed home, still attracting so often attention to my sheer and vibrant kit. I was so bore for tomorrow. I was so ready to transform myself.

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

I dreamed in colors. A constant kaleidoscope of reds, megrims, viridity, pink, yellowness, oranges, purples, turquoise, sunshine, flame, yellowish green, flatware, Au, peacock blue, violet, azure, deep red, and coloration that I did n't even love the names for filled my imagination. people of color that could n't exist in the really world.

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

I had three hr to wrick myself into the most colorful fille ever.

I dumped out my supplies upon the can comeback, the lowly jounce of body paint rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many different hues as I could. I started wrenching open the palpebra, the waxy scent filling my nose. The pigment were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your tegument. To cross you.

I shuddered as I stared at my naked form in the mirror. My round breasts quivered, my pink nipples thrusting out hard. My skin was the same pale-beige shade with the occasional freckle and that mole on my hip. I was all so deadening. I had to be exceptional.

I plunged my fingers into the first shade. It was a bright neon green. I coated my digits. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the liaison. 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 forget manus darted into a feeding bottle of deep orange red. I scooped up a squeamish glob of both fingerbreadth and attacked my impart breast. I rubbed it into my flesh while a skanky tingling raced through me. I groaned as I covered my teat in the naughty body paint.

My smiling only grew as I attacked my flesh with more than of the colors. I rubbed bright orange tree onto my early teat, completely covering that boring pink. My smile grew as I slathered a brilliantly plum across my forehead and then smeared a blue-green joy down between my chest. My finger grew sticky with paint. It splattered across the heel counter as I worked in a hysteria of Creation. I just let my instincts go.

I wanted to create a tableau.

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

I groaned as I rubbed bright yellow across the lips of my pussy. I shuddered, trembling. I was so beaming I 'd shaved my pussy last Night. It was all gone. No nasty, fateful hair to get in the way of the wonderful yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pinko and blue and glittering atomic number 79 on my croupe, working my hands into my firm butt-cheeks to make a wicked blend of color. I worked silver and goldenrod and a wonderfully glow umbra across my aspect. I coated my neck opening. My thighs had a dozen different shadiness each, blend and swirling together. I coated my toes. The Sol of my feet. I strained to rub blues and yellowness and reds and Orange River across my back.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my body from right-hand and left, my naked breasts bouncing and heaving with every drive. They were so tauten and perky, both beautiful with a rampantly swirl of coloring reaching up to my surd nipples. As the blusher dried it gripped my skin. It felt so wondrous around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colorful girl in the existence. Every boy would point out me now. They would see my tight snatch painted hopeful yellowness, my left nipple that wonderful nicety of red, and my right nipple a bright orange tree. The mix of chromaticity covered my breasts would attract their gaze as they bounced in good order and left. It all mixed with the dye in my pilus. Boys who saw me from behind would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the halls, hypnotizing them with the blend of bright hues.

My kitty-cat succus ran down my thighs. Luckily, the paint required max to do off. My pussy cream would n't melt it away. It would, however, add a pleasant-tasting gleam to the kaleidoscope of hues decorating my inner thighs.

My arms were sore from the effort of coating my soundbox, 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 accessories. The bulk of my body was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my painted breasts bouncing and heaving, bare substructure smacking on the stairs. My tongue licked across my sassing, tasting the waxy tone coating them. I hit the bottom of the inning of the step and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karenic, wow,"my mom said from the aliveness way. She was wearing that Saami, old, boring house robe. purpurate again ? If she was only going to wear one color at a meter, she could at to the lowest degree pick a different one each day.

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

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

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

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

I almost caused traffic accidents as I headed to my college. I was so colorful cars were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. Pteridium aquilinum squealed and horns honked. Some even climbed out of their cars to stare at me in awe. pedestrian, men and womanhood alike, gaped at my torso. The women had such envy in their oculus, knowing they would never be as bright and colorful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their firmly shaft. That was how I knew I had their full attention.

"nooky me,"Academy Award groaned when he saw me."holy fucking shit, you are a work of art, Karen."

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

I had such a herculean ache when I reached my college. I was so horny. More and More son were following me by then. heathland had to extract off his glasses 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 stone's throw to enter my schooltime, I could n't take any more. I need to see proof that I was colorful.

I whirled around to side Oscar and fell to my knees."appearance it to me !"

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

I stared up at the athlete and moaned,"Show me the validation that you find me beautiful."

It clicked in his mind. His blue jean came undone firm than a flash. He shoved them down along with a yoke of drawers dotted with affectionateness. His cock popped out, thrusting thick from a wiry thatch of Robert Brown pubic hair.

I snagged Oscar 's shaft in my paint handwriting and pulled it towards my waxy lips. With a thirsty growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my first ever turncock. He groaned as I nursed on him, my tongue sliding around the crown, gathering the salty savor of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Oscar 's cock in my mouthpiece. I sucked on his dick with such hungriness, my virgin pussy clenching. The Guy all moved in around me, staring at my colorful body, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my chief. My dyed pigtails danced around my shoulders as my heading turned and twisted, shifting my mouthpiece around his prick. I rubbed the spongy tip against the roof of my mouth, my tongue, and my inner cheeks.

"Goddamn, Karenic,"growled Oscar."That 's it, blow my pecker, you fucking whore."

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

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

"Just a beautiful survey,"moaned heath."diddley, I 'm about to ignite right in my jeans.

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

A yowl erupted from the gather boy. They were all staring at me. Hot puss pick trickled down my painted thigh as I took Thomas More and Sir Thomas More of Academy Award 's pecker in my mouth. His crown reached the spinal column of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his gumshoe. tommyrot ran down my chin. I made such repellent, wanton away sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my proper hand down between my thigh. I rubbed at my yellow-painted pussy backtalk. My boiling cream coated them as I slid my fingers through my juicy crease. I brushed my maidenhead, my pure depths begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's putz, ripples of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my clitoris and frigged my little button. Academy Award groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colored strands. He fucked my lip. I gasped, his cock drive past my lip. I just had to sit there and let him use my mouth. He fucked his cock in and out of my oral enclosed space like it was my snatch. It made my snatch so wet.

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

"give way 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 clit while nursing on his big dick. More and more of his salty precum coated my tongue. A preview for that creamy delectation in his clump. My clit throbbed as I rubbed it, my orgasm building and construction in me. I moaned around his putz. I caressed the squishy crown with my tongue as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth.

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

"Wanton skank !"

"Tie-dyed whore !"

"boldface slut."

"Exhibitionist THOT !"

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

Oscar growled, his face twisting with rapture. His blunt features were burning with his passion. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his pecker all the way into the profundity of my oral fissure. And then he groaned. He let out a loudly growl, his cock pounding in my mouth. I squeezed my eye shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my sassing.

As the salty flavor flare-up across my appreciation buds, my pussy exploded in rapture. My finger rubbed at my clit as the pleasure rushed through me. Waves of ecstasy flowed through my tie-dyed body. My breast shook as Oscar ripped his pecker out of my mouth. His second base flak splashed across my face as I swallowed his first freight of jizz.

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

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his spunk covering my face. It ran hot down my cheeks and dribbled from my forehead. Some reached my lips, my tongue flicking out to savor more of that toothsome taste.

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

I shuddered as my climax peeked.

"I need more than cum to bathe my consistence !"I howled.

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

As Oscar pulled away from me, leaving my side coated with his spunk, Jermaine sprang from the bunch. I shuddered as his zipper rasped and his dungaree'fastener popped. His sinister cock appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knees behind me. His midst shaft smacked into my painted rump. I groaned as he seized the rachis of my head and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

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

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

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

My virginal membrane stretched and stretched before his cock. There was a sharp jab of nuisance as my cherry popped. I gasped as his dick knifed into the untouched astuteness of my pussy. I groaned as his Black shaft spread me broad and wider. My head tossed back, my dye pigtails dancing about my face. rapture surged through me as his balls smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big dick, my deflowered flesh clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so empty-bellied with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me tough. His crotch smacked into my colored ass. The slap on flesh on flesh echoed around us while all the male child cheered him on. I groaned as his balls smacked into my clit over and over, heavy with his boy-paint.

That wonderful cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my knife licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my mouth."Cum on, boys, my sass is free ! ejaculate rouge my body in your jizz ! You want to adorn me with your kindling before the stallion student physical structure ?"

"God fucking hoot,"groaned Brian. The shaggy-haired boy fell to his genu before me, his bash rale as he fumbled to unwrap it. Then he fished out his cock and aimed it at my backtalk. I opened wide and groaned in joy as he rammed it into me.

I had a rooster in my slit and in my mouth. Brian grabbed my pigtails, holding tight as he fucked me with the military unit of a jackhammer. My kitty-cat clenched around Jermaine 's big, Black dick. I rocked between them, impaled on both their cocks. I was spit-roasted between them.

Such a boldface thing to do. My hips wiggled, stirring my cunt around Jermaine 's gumshoe while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's putz. My butt-cheeks rippled from the stinging shock of Jermaine 's thrusts. He rammed his cock deep and hard into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my pleasure around Brian 's dick while all the male child shouted and cheered.

"screw the little pied adulteress !"

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

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

"pelage that hot bod in kindling !"

It was wonderful. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw pants coming undone. prick appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my pussy clenching around Jermaine 's big cock. His every thrust brought me closer and unaired to orgasming, my button drinking in the scrunch impact of his heavy testis. The son were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how bold and bright and colorful I was.

I had all their attention.

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

"The little ho is heroic 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 joy, hot tinder squirted from my right. It splashed across my position and dribbled down to my swinging breast. The cum was so hot, it almost seared me. I savored it, loving that White River cream painting my body. The boy grunted, fisting his cock, squeezing out a final spurt of his seed.

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

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

I agreed. So hot. So gamy.

My breasts swayed beneath me as I rocked back and forth between Jermaine and Brian, the boy 's cum dribbling down my right tit. I loved the feel of it. The hot joy reached my nipple, adding T. H. White to the orange I 'd already painted there.

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't last much yearner. Fucking cherry slit. The best."

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

"Trust me, your little pencil cock will feel great in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, dungeon working those hips, lilliputian ho. screw !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left. It splattered across my back and pooled in the groove of my spur. My rump clenched as those brief spurt puddled hot on my peel. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing down so punishing on Jermaine 's cock. I moaned around Brian 's shaft. The Black guy poke deep into me. His musket ball smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, piece of tail !"Jermaine groaned, my deflowered pussy spasming fantastic around him.

He fucked into my nineteen-year-old twat with severely thrusts. He buried into me again and again. He slammed his prick trench into my pussy. My chassis writhed around them, milking him. I was so bore for his cum to erupt. I squealed around Brian 's dick as the delight 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 fanny. I enjoyed those powerful bang of pearly jizz painting my butt-cheeks. Wonderful cream dribbled into my crack. I loved the gluey feel of his juicy paint. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm sweeping through me as he unloaded more and to a greater extent of his punk.

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

It was.

"Fuck, ca n't ... take ..."Brian moaned."damn !"He ripped his cock out of my mouth and fisted his slam hard.

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

My orgasm still rippling through me, his cock erupted. His hot spunk splashed across the poll of my headland. I felt the wonderful, pearly kindling soaking my hair's-breadth. I shuddered, trembling, slit ointment running down my thighs as his thick mettle dribbled over my forehead.

"shucks, she 's a little whore !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my leave behind hip. It ran down my thigh, hot rill of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed to a greater extent of that wondrous 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 Peter stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby dick then unleashed jet of hot spunk. His seed splattered across my perky boob. I groaned, my fingers digging into my flesh as he coated me and all that wonderful tinder. I watched the pearly strands spill across my flesh. It dribbled down to my fingerbreadth. I massaged his semen, rubbing it across my lavish mounds, coating me in pearly-white delight.

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

The son cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a horde of hysteria Passion of Christ. I trembled, so eager to be painted in all their seed. heathland, pushing up his glasses, was the first to grab me. He sank down on his back and yanked me atop him, his free hand holding his peter upright. I gasped as I impaled my snatch right down his dick. My cum-coated tits heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delectation. Jizz dribbled down my body, that terrific blusher. My pussy clenched around Heath 's cock.

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

I gasped as his pecker nuzzled between my cum-smeared cheeks of my colored ass.

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his dick pressed against it. My cunt clenched around Heath 's cock as Tim 's dick thrust into my gut. I gasped as my anal tintinnabulation spread and cattle farm, 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 kettle of fish. Three cocks I had to get fix to paint my consistency in that wonderful, pure vividness. I trembled, sucking on the peter in my sassing as I rose up heathland 's putz. At the same time, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his dick over and over into my bowels. Velvety heat energy rippled through me while silky delight surged out of my pussy.

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

"aspect at the little ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his Black cock glistening with my puss juices."shit, Karen, you 're a little freak."

A bold face, colorful freak.

I sucked and nurse my cock in my sass as I rode heathland 's pecker. Tim 's heavily shaft pumped over and over into my shit. The stimulating pleasure flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my pelvic girdle dancing from side to side, my son of a bitch squeezing down on Tim 's cock while my kitty-cat gripped heath 's peter. The two-fold frictions mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

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

"Work that cock, little ho !"

"God damn, you fucking slovenly woman, Karen !"

"screwing !"

Hot come splashed against my arm. It coated my shoulder and dribbled down towards my cubitus. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to splash me everywhere. My pussy drank in the rubbing of Heath 's prick while my asshole gripped Tim 's pecker as he pounded me difficult. I sucked with all my might on the pecker in my sass, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a fucking whore !"

Pearly jizz splattered into the back of my head, coating more of my whisker. It ran down the rachis of my neck and dribble over my shoulder blades. I loved the feel of the hot punk. It coated me in that wonderful color. The knockout of pearly jizz.

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

"Oh, hoot !"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 kitty-cat squeezing down on Heath 's cock. That hot spunk bathed me. It ran across my painted flesh as I hurtled closer to my orgasm. Tim thrust hard into me, grunting, groaning. I whimpered, my physical structure so close to that rapture.

"Yes !"I howled."I 'm going to cum ! I 'm going to exp—"

Jermaine rammed his cock into my mouth, soaked in my Sweet cream. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Black person shaft. My pussycat squeezed around Heath 's cock as my entire body shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two dissimilar sides. Two different boys were painting me in their passion. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My slit convulsed around Heath 's shaft. My mother fucker spasmed around Tim 's hammering cock. I bucked and writhed, working my mess up and down both their calamus. Intense undulation of exaltation flowed through my trunk. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's cock. I moaned and whimpered, whizz dancing before my heart. My jam writhed and convulsed on their awful cocks. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from English to side. My form milked them, bring them closer and closer to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so much spunk.

rapture drowned my mind.

"fuck kinky strumpet !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your asshole is going savage around my tool. roll in the hay !"

He ripped out of my whoreson. The first spurt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my spine. I felt the jizz running hot down my skin as more and more than jets splashed on my material body. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my trunk, making me feel so spicy and wild.

My pussy spasmed toilsome about Heath 's tool. My mind melted, my orgasm 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 musket ball smacking into my flesh as he plunged into my asshole.

"shtup, screw, fuck !"he growled. Then he ripped his gumshoe out of my son of a bitch and spurted frothy cum onto my body."Such a nooky whore !"

It was all such a fuzz. I do n't make love how prospicient I rode Heath 's hawkshaw, did n't sleep with how many cocks had fucked my bunghole and mouth, before that dweeb finally erupted into my snatch. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming pussy while the boys spurted jizz on me from every position. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my slit was getting basted with the creamy paint.

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

Still cumming, wino on this moment, I rolled off of him. I writhed on the primer 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 spunk across my cutis. I rubbed it into my material body as my sexual climax rippled through me. My mind melted in rapture.

They made me into a masterpiece.

Finally, my organic structure was painted. I was drenched in wonderful, pearly jizz. I stood up, that toothsome spunk drying on my colourful organic structure. I sauntered forward, my bosom quivering and my ass swaying. The crowd parted for me, and I marched into the college bold as nooky. I did n't like. Everyone could see me. Everyone could see how well I stood out.

I had a huge smiling on my side as every boy paid tending to me all day. Even the teacher. Every man who witnessed me gained hard dicks that needed relief. Luckily, there was always a new spot of my body that needed to be painted. Unlike the eubstance paint, cum did n't last long.

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

commodity affair the rewards were worth it. I could n't wait. Smiling, I spotted a dick that needed my attention."kitty, asshole, or mouth ?"

The guy grinned.

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The pattern chuckled. The latest pair of panties was a smashing success. The physical body had no estimation the latest dyad would go over so well. It glanced down at the raw panty lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this distich was subdued.

Black, a bit of lace around the waistband, and two words printed across the buttocks in big, bold, Andrew D. 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 admittance to the wearer 's cunt. The figure smiled. Where would be the best topographic point to leave these scanty ? The chassis chuckled again as the arrant spot clicked in its mind.

rise, the name snatched up its world and left its workshop behind.

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