Mind-Control Panties

account quadruplet : Nubile exhibitionist Delight

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

billet : Thanks to shadowmansc for beta reading this !

The image rode the escalator to the thirdly base of the promenade were humble, but trendy, clothing store lay. The form of place that nubile, coed girls preferred to frequent. Just the sort of station the material body wanted to result its special panties.

No one noticed as the physique passed through the security detector that flanked the fund 's ingress. Nor did anyone pay attention as the bod moved through the shop. Though out of berth, the figure was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the tawdry, tie-dyed panties in slender fingers, it drew no attention. As the shape passed the showing of early panties, a smiling spread on its sassing. Soon enough, the gaga panties would attract the veracious fille.

Karen Greene.

With a flick of its radiocarpal joint, the trope deposited its exceptional creation, leaving behind the racy surprise that would retrieve young Karen.

second later, after the digit had slipped out of the store, Karenic 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 much flesh since she was a maid of honor for her cousin 's hymeneals. Despite her blossoming body—her bosom were round and limber in her field bra on beneath her baggy sweater, her legs toned, and her rump bubbly—she did n't have the strength to show off her figure of speech.

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

Her unripe eyes flicked over the clothing while her black hair swayed about her shoulders. She would suspire from time to time, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a cockeyed pair of jeans with a heart sewn on the back pockets that she ached to bust. She wished she could come up the braveness. She would swallow while rubbing her sweaty palms on her sweatpants. She ached to understood why she feared to demo off her body.

Deep down she knew why. It was the boys. She did n't conceive she was gay since she did n't precisely find boys disgusting. She just did n't need to take in their attention. She 'd never made the connection to her shyness, but when she was younger, a boy named Academy Award had ripped down her wench and panties, exposing her on the schoolyard vacation spot. That embarrassment had stayed with her, the retentivity of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to draw up her habiliment and cover her childish eubstance.

A 10 later, the worked up scar still held her back.

She sucked in a intimation when she saw the panties. They were so promising, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue conceivable, a tie-dyed masterpiece that almost mesmerized her. Her shivering hand reached out to caressed the cotton/polyester portmanteau word. She stroked the fabric until she came across the word. Each letter was a unlike coloration. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, garish purple, sun-yellow, fuchsia, teal, blood-red, and hot pink. Together they formed the word that made her shudder.

Colorful.

shudder raced through her as she caressed each letter. The electric automobile quiver settled through her body, hardening her nipples and turning her pussy into dissolve wetness. Finally, she 'd notice the braveness to buy something.

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

The panties were slipped into a discrete, John Brown bag with the store 's logo printed on the side in cute purpleness. With her swag clutched before her, Karen scurried out of the mall.

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Karen Greene

The next day, I stared at those colourful pantie. I shuddered at finally finding the courage to buy something wicked. Something expert than the plain, boring step-in I always wore. No one would know, of course, but I would at least have made a tone to escaping my shyness. I wanted to set like the other female child. I did n't want to forever be gossiped about as being the burgeoning spinster. I was 19. I should n't be afraid to show off a little physical body.

I hoped this would be the start.

Just so long as Oscar or Jermaine or Brian did n't yank down my annulus.

I shuddered, remembering that embarrassing day a decade ago on the vacation spot of my elementary school. Sometimes, it seemed like those three boys had followed me as I grew up, salivating to see my naughty share again. Well, I was in college. If they tried anything, they would be in trouble.

Confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost hypnotic panties, the blend of hues merging from one tremendous ghost to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the tingle raced up my pegleg. This electrified rush preceded the cotton panties as I pulled them high-pitched and gamy up my thighs. I groaned, my naked chest swaying and jiggling. My mammilla puckered hard while a mellow heat formed deep inside of me.

I felt so naughty as I seated the panties against my black bush. The cloth gripped my rump, hugging it plastered than any former pair of underwear ever had. They rode lower on my hip joint than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my George Walker Bush to glint out of the cincture. I shuddered, a naughty ripple rushing through me.

I would be colored today.

That meant I had to bump 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 in something that held some amount of vibrancy. A unquiet whine groaned from me as I pawed through my W.C., the telegram hangers rasping against the wooden dowel. I slid article after clause of clothing out of the way.

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

Now ...

I pulled it over my promontory. I gasped as the tight stuff caressed my hide before sliding over my bosom. Over my nipples. I groaned at the textile rubbing against my nubs, that wicked sensation rushing throughout my body. My eyes fluttered and my pussy clenched in abject pleasure. What a wonderful mavin. Almost as turn on as masturbation. I felt juices soaking my colourful panties as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my tummy. It left a few column inch of pelt exposed and my teat clearly stood out.

It was such a bold thing to wear.

I loved it.

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

After a minute, an idea struck me. I had a bridal frock that I had to wear for my cousin 's wedding last year. The doll was so forgetful. I 'd almost fainted when I had to fag it. And who had ever heard of a bridal dress that came in two spell ?

My cousin was weird.

Her wedding wearing apparel had shown off so much of her flesh, her big boob almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my turnout. The dame was in the garment bag buried in my W.C.. The green skirt would look so sexy with its satin shimmer attracting as much attention as my top.

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

A vertiginous surge rippled through me, an wire tingle rushing out of my pussy as I stepped into the skirt. The fabric rustled as I drew it up my thigh, my pinhead jiggling in my mean top. I groaned as I drew the fabric over my panties. It was such a shame to enshroud those colourful delights.

Now ready for schoolhouse, I grabbed my black back pack. 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 ugly spook of brown ?

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my skirt swirling about my thighs, my knocker bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hallway and rushed down them towards the front door. My mother peeked out of the bread and butter room, wrapped up in a purple negligee. She said,"Karen ... My, that 's, um ... an matter to 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 man door.

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

"fountainhead, I 'm glad. I was getting a little worried about you."

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

My pussy tingled with such excitement as I strolled to my college. I did n't rush forward with my shoulder joint slumped, my implements of war almost hugging me as if I did n't want the passing auto and bicyclists to remark me. That I did n't need the other pedestrians to understand I was sharing the sidewalk with them.

Today, I sauntered with my back straightaway. I was practically thrusting my round, house titties out before me. They bounced while my satin skirt swirled around my thighs. The gullible textile had a tremendous shimmer, almost rippling with varying hues of emerald. My black hair danced about my face, my backpack bouncing and my purse swinging. I had such a jaunt to my step.

"Damn, is that you, Karen ?"asked Oscar as he approached from a side street. He was a grandiloquent guy was short, brown haircloth. I smiled at his hefty physical body, his shoulders broad. He was on the football game squad, his Kuki-Chin chiseled.

"Yep,"loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Academy Award behind me, his eye tracking the flowing cause of my dame. My black hair bounced about my shoulders, brushing my pale tegument and the pink cloth of my blouse. My nipples tingled, naughty jolts and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My pitiful panties were just so wet.

It made me sense so mischievous and gamey.

A part of me just wanted to flip up my skirt him how sexy my panties were. The impulse grew and grew as I approached my college. I strolled up to the front doorway and shuddered as early boys noticed me.

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

I beamed.

"Is that Karenic Graham Greene ?"Brian asked, a guy with shaggy, blonde hair who stood succeeding to Jermaine."The fuck happened to her ?"

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

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

I rushed up the cement stair to the nominal head door, my skirt swirling. This was the prison term. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top stride, my workforce casually grabbed the fabric of my chick. I gave it a straightaway jerk, making the fabric flare up seemingly on its own. For a brief second, my tie-dyed step-in flashed for all the humankind to see, those colored letters on exhibit. The guys groaned while I smiled in joy.

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

All the boys were staring at me during the day. I loved their attention. But as the classes went by, their feel and hungry regard started to dwindle down. They still smiled at me, but they were getting used to me. I was colorful, but, honestly, it was only two dissimilar shades. Pink and green were exciting, but my hair was such a bland black, my bag was brown, and my backpack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after grade were over.

After quickly masturbating my juicy pussy to a mind-numbing sexual climax in the girl'john, I headed to the center, 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 need was new pantie. I would moisten these tonight and bring in sure they were refreshing and ready for tomorrow.

I swept through the fund like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her jazz I was using the cite card she 'd given me for emergencies. I told her I was buying a new wardrobe, and she was thrilled. She told me not to concern about spending too much, but to make myself happy. She was such an awesome mom.

I was so sword lily that she understood I needed to be colorful.

When I got home with my new supplying, I was so wet. I threw all my new apparel on my bed, spilling out all the colourful fabrics across my sail. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my kitty-cat to another orgasm as I buried my facial expression into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the fabric while stroking my fingers up and down my panty, pressing the fabric into my virgin twat.

My juice soaked through my step-in. They coated my fingers. I screamed out my orgasm into the bra, cumming in mere seconds. I was just so arouse for tomorrow.

I had trouble sleeping that night. I was just so excited. I was energized. I had thrown my step-in in the dry wash before going to bed, then I snuck out to put them in the dryer so they 'd be ready for me in the good morning. Since I was bursting with energy, I decided to withdraw the prison term to get my hair done. Black would n't do at all.

I needed to be colorful.

First, I had to bleach my locks. It took two soaks with the H peroxide to get my hair light enough for what I wanted. Then I went to work. I dyed the aright half a bright cotton-candy blue angel. The leave side I made cherry-red. Such a bright and unnatural tint. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my pale face. So much dependable than that drab, innate hue.

I had to be colourful for all the boys.

By the time my hair was dry, my alarm clock was going off. I was eager for college. I gathered my half cotton-candy-blue and half-cherry-red hair into twin pigtails. They fell down to my shoulders in dusk of bright beauty. I loved it. I grabbed my new clothing, starting with a dark-green bra that I had rubbed against my face as I masturbated to my grand orgasm. I slipped it on and settled my young bosom into the cup.

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

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my pussy already soaking my poor scanty. I grabbed my new wench, a deep, deep plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my leg. It hung low on my hips, showing off the top my scanty to anyone, allowing the saturnalia of colouration to be seen. adjacent, I grabbed my hot-pink, knee-high socks. I pulled them on, loving the way my toes wiggled inside the knit-cotton embrace. Those don, I could n't help oneself but bounce around my elbow room. I was bright and vibrant.

Everyone would acknowledge me.

I snagged my backpack, a gimcrack orange, and my new handbag that was a delicious shade of teal. I slid my feet into a pair of inscrutable, vermilion hound before darting out of my sleeping room. I rushed down the stair, my bold hair dancing about my face. I felt so excited. My breasts heaved in my new bra and in my low-cut top. I reached the posterior and darted for the front door.

"Oh, my gosh, Karen,"Mom said from the support way, wearing the Lapp boring, purple house robe as yesterday. It was only one gloss. How obtuse."You really went ... all out."

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

"I think National Aeronautics and Space Administration will notice you from blank space on their satellites,"Mom said."Well, I 'm gladiolus 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 titty bounced. My dame bounced.

The fabric swayed back and Forth River, flashing glimpses of my panties. It was so short that it would take about zip to get a peek at the tie-dyed delight beneath. I turned so many head word with my vibrant display. driver watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. Guys groaned at the sight of me, their eyes following the progress of my unseasoned and nubile body.

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

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

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

I felt his middle 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 shoulder joint, my packsack bouncing on my binding, my breasts heaving. They wanted to head for the hills my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. more and more than 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 handwriting rubbing across his shaved-bald head. Brian shook his shaggy mane of hair as he groaned in delight.

I had their undivided attention.

My pussy was so juicy. My teat were so operose. I wanted to masturbate right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my family, I kept my ramification spread wide of the mark so everyone can see that moistness spot growing the private parts of my tight-died pantie. I twirled my pigtails, twining colourful whorl around my finger's breadth while I licked my purple lips.

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

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

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bathroom after stratum. My niggling heave moans echoed around me as I tried to envisage the arrant rig to harbor their tending forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this interesting twitching TV channel. On it was such a beautiful, new womanhood that made my puss tone so tingly. She showed me a way I could make myself colorful.

After my coming, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's emergency credit card to buy the supplies. My purchases were sullen, weighing me down as I rushed nursing home, still attracting so often attending to my bold and vibrant outfit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so ready to transform myself.

When I got home, I masturbated three multiplication just thinking about it. My poor, piffling vestal pussycat was just so sore. I set my dismay clock to go off super ahead of time, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in colors. A never-ending kaleidoscope of Red, vapors, greens, pink, yellows, oranges, purpleness, turquoise, sunshine, flame, chartreuse, silver, gold, aqua, reddish blue, azure, crimson, and colors that I did n't even know the names for filled my imagination. colouration that could n't subsist in the actual world.

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

I had three hours to move around myself into the most colorful female child ever.

I dumped out my supply upon the bathroom counter, the lowly jounce of body paint rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many different hue as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the waxy scent filling my nozzle. The paints were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your cutis. To overlay you.

I shuddered as I stared at my defenseless form in the mirror. My round chest quivered, my pink pap thrusting out hard. My skin was the same pale-beige tone with the occasional lentigo and that mole on my hip. I was all so slow. I had to be special.

I plunged my finger's breadth into the outset ghost. It was a bright Ne green. I coated my digits. I shuddered as I smeared it right on my belly. I groaned at the contact. I worked it around, leaving a fun swirl.

I smiled at the spirit of it on my hide, the paint coating my trunk. It hugged me. My left hired man darted into a bottle of oceanic abyss vermilion. I scooped up a nice glob of both fingerbreadth and attacked my bequeath bosom. I rubbed it into my flesh while a distasteful thrill raced through me. I groaned as I covered my nipple in the naughty body paint.

My smiling only grew as I attacked my flesh with more of the colors. I rubbed shiny Orange River onto my other mamilla, completely covering that boring pink. My smile grew as I slathered a bright plum across my forehead and then smeared a teal delight down between my breast. My fingers grew sticky with paint. It splattered across the rejoinder as I worked in a frenzy of creation. I just let my inherent aptitude go.

I wanted to make a tableau.

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

I groaned as I rubbed smart lily-livered across the back talk of my snatch. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I 'd shaved my puss last Nox. It was all gone. No foul, dark tomentum to get in the way of the grand yellow coating my vulva.

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

I slathered pink and blue and glittering gold on my rump, working my manus into my firm butt-cheeks to seduce a wicked blend of colors. I worked atomic number 47 and goldenrod and a wonderfully burnt umbra across my side. I coated my neck. My second joint had a dozen different shades each, shading and swirling together. I coated my toes. The soh of my feet. I strained to rub blue devils and yellows and reds and oranges across my back.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my body from right and left, my defenseless tit bouncing and heaving with every movement. They were so fast and perky, both beautiful with a crazy swirl of colouration reaching up to my tough nipples. As the paint dried it gripped my skin. It felt so grand around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colorful missy in the world. Every boy would notice me now. They would see my cockeyed slit painted bright yellow, my left mammilla that marvelous tint of red, and my flop nipple a bright orange tree. The mix of chromaticity covered my white meat would attract their regard as they bounced compensate and left. It all motley with the dye in my hair. Boys who saw me from backside would see my butt-cheeks ripple and jiggling as I sauntered down the foyer, hypnotizing them with the blend of brilliantly hues.

My twat succus ran down my second joint. Luckily, the paint required soap to come up off. My pussy cream would n't melt it away. It would, however, add a Delicious glow to the kaleidoscope of hue 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 clip for me to go to my college. I grabbed my backpack and purse, wishing I had time to dye them, too. But they were just accessories. The bulk of my eubstance was transformed.

I quivered as I rushed downstairs, my painted breasts bouncing and panting, bare feet smacking on the stair. My tongue licked across my lips, tasting the waxy flavor coating them. I hit the bottom of the stairs and rushed for the door.

"Oh, Karenic, wow,"my mom said from the living elbow room. She was wearing that Lapp, old, boring planetary house robe. empurple again ? If she was only going to don one vividness at a time, she could at least pick a different one each day.

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

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

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

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

I almost caused traffic accidents as I headed to my college. I was so colorful gondola were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. bracken squealed and trump honked. Some even climbed out of their motorcar to stare at me in awe. pedestrian, men and char alike, gaped at my body. The women had such invidia in their optic, knowing they would never be as undimmed and coloured as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their hard cocks. That was how I knew I had their full attention.

"Fuck me,"Academy Award groaned when he saw me."holy place fucking damn, you are a work of art, Karen."

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

I had such a herculean aching when I reached my college. I was so horny. More and more boys were following me by then. heath had to rend off his crank and pass over the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the face pack, rubbing at his dick. rightfield before I reached the dance step to accede my school, I could n't conduct any to a greater extent. I need to see substantiation that I was colored.

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

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

I stared up at the suspensor and moaned,"Show me the test copy that you find me beautiful."

It clicked in his mind. His jeans came undone faster than a flash. He shoved them down along with a span of Boxer dotted with centre. His cock popped out, thrusting thick from a wiry Thatch of John Brown pubic hair.

I snagged Academy Award 's dick in my painted hand and pulled it towards my waxy sass. With a hungry growl, I swallowed the tip and sucked on my initiative ever cock. He groaned as I nursed on him, my knife sliding around the poll, gathering the salty look of his precum.

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Academy Award 's cock in my mouth. I sucked on his tool with such hunger, my virgin pussycat clenching. The guy rope all moved in around me, staring at my colored body, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my heading. My dye pigtails danced around my articulatio humeri as my question turned and pervert, shifting my mouth around his turncock. I rubbed the squishy tip against the roof of my mouth, my tongue, and my inner cheeks.

"Goddamn, Karenic,"growled Oscar."That 's it, soak up my dick, you fucking whore."

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

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

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

"Why waste matter it ?"groaned Oscar."The little trollop wants to delight us all."

A roar erupted from the assemblage boys. They were all staring at me. Hot snatch cream trickled down my painted thighs as I took more than and more of Oscar 's dick in my oral cavity. His crown reached the vertebral column of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his dick. baloney ran down my chin. I made such skanky, wanton sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my right paw down between my thigh. I rubbed at my yellow-painted snatch lips. My boiling cream coated them as I slid my fingers through my juicy folds. I brushed my maidenhead, my pure astuteness begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's stopcock, wavelet of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my button and frigged my slight clitoris. Oscar groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colourful filament. He fucked my mouth. I gasped, his tool driving past my lips. I just had to sit there and let him use my mouth. He fucked his peter in and out of my viva cavity like it was my pussy. It made my snap so wet.

"squat, you want it bad,"Oscar groaned."I 'm will to devote you what you need, you bold, piddling slut."

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

I was growing dizzy from all the watching heart. They stared at me as I loved Oscar 's cock. I sucked harder, frigging my button while nursing on his big dick. to a greater extent and more than of his salty precum coated my tongue. A preview for that creamy delight in his balls. My clitoris throbbed as I rubbed it, my orgasm building and building in me. I moaned around his dick. I caressed the spongy crown with my tongue as he plunged his cock over and over into my mouth.

My coming swelled the cheer rippled around me. I was called such filthy names.

"Wanton skank !"

"Tie-dyed whore !"

"bold face slut."

"flasher THOT !"

They stared at my bouncing hip joint, wiggling ass, and painted finger dancing over my aching kitty lips.

Oscar growled, his human face twisting with rapture. His blunt feature film were burning with his passion. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his shaft all the way into the profoundness of my mouth. And then he groaned. He let out a loud growl, his dick throbbing in my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my mouth.

As the salty flavor burst across my taste buds, my pussycat exploded in rapture. My finger's breadth rubbed at my clit as the pleasure rushed through me. Waves of ecstasy flowed through my tie-dyed body. My breasts shook as Oscar ripped his cock out of my mouth. His second blast splashed across my face as I swallowed his first-class honours degree load of jizz.

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

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

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

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

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

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

As Oscar pulled away from me, leaving my aspect coated with his spunk, Jermaine sprang from the bunch. I shuddered as his zipper rasped and his blue jean'fastening popped. His dark cock appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knees behind me. His thick irradiation smacked into my painted rump. I groaned as he seized the rear of my head and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

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

"ass me !"I moaned."Mix up your paint with my twat. Use my organic structure. I need you to cum on me !"

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

My maidenhead stretched and stretched before his pecker. There was a sharp jab of pain as my cherry popped. I gasped as his cock knifed into the untouched deepness of my slit. I groaned as his Black shaft spread me encompassing and wider. My head tossed back, my dye pigtails dancing about my typeface. ecstasy 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 with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me hard. His genitals smacked into my colored ass. The slap on anatomy on flesh echoed around us while all the son cheered him on. I groaned as his balls smacked into my button over and over, gravid with his boy-paint.

That grand cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my spit licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my backtalk."Cum on, boys, my lip is exempt ! seminal fluid paint my physical structure in your jizz ! You want to adorn me with your spunk before the entire student eubstance ?"

"God fucking red cent,"groaned Brian. The shaggy boy fell to his knees before me, his belt rattling as he fumbled to undo it. Then he fished out his cock and aimed it at my lip. I opened wide and groaned in delight as he rammed it into me.

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

Such a bold thing to do. My pelvic arch wiggled, stirring my snatch around Jermaine 's prick while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's peter. My butt-cheeks rippled from the sting impingement of Jermaine 's poke. He rammed his cock deep and toilsome into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my pleasure around Brian 's pecker while all the son shouted and cheered.

"piece of tail the little painted slut !"

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

"Just piss 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 pants coming undone. hammer appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their dicks. I whimpered, my pussy clenching around Jermaine 's big cock. His every thrusting brought me closer and secretive to orgasming, my clit imbibition in the thudding impact of his sonorous formal. The boy were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how sheer and bright and colourful I was.

I had all their attention.

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

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

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

And then to my double-dyed delight, hot spunk squirted from my rightfield. It splashed across my side and dribbled down to my swinging breast. The cum was so hot, it almost seared me. I savored it, loving that tweed cream painting my body. The boy grunted, fisting his putz, squeezing out a final spurt of his seed.

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

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

I agreed. So hot. So naughty.

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

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

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

"combine me, your little pencil peter will feel large in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, keep working those hips, little ho. Fuck !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left. It splattered across my dorsum and pooled in the groove of my spine. My rump clenched as those brief spurts puddled hot on my hide. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing down so hard on Jermaine 's cock. I moaned around Brian 's putz. The Black guy stab deep into me. His glob smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, fuck !"Jermaine groaned, my deflower pussy spasming wild around him.

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

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his cock out of my convulsing snatch. I felt so void, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my fanny. I enjoyed those powerful blasts of chopper jizz painting my butt-cheeks. wonderful cream dribbled into my tornado. I loved the embarrassing look of his spicy paint. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm sweeping through me as he unloaded more and Sir Thomas More of his punk.

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

It was.

"ass, ca n't ... take ..."Brian moaned."Damn !"He ripped his cock out of my mouth and fisted his shaft hard.

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

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

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

Jizz splattered my leave alone hip. It ran down my thigh, hot rivulets of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed Sir Thomas More of that wondrous color sprayed across my body. I rose up, my breasts jiggling.

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

I groaned as Saint Peter the Apostle stepped up before me. He fisted his stubby dick then unleashed jet of hot touchwood. His come splattered across my perky breasts. I groaned, my fingers digging into my soma as he coated me and all that fantastic spunk. I watched the pearly strands spill across my flesh. It dribbled down to my digit. I massaged his ejaculate, rubbing it across my lush hummock, coating me in pearly delight.

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

The boys cheered in delight. They rushed towards me in a horde of delirium passion. I trembled, so eager to be painted in all their seed. Heath, pushing up his glasses, was the first to snap up me. He sank down on his back and yanked me atop him, his free hand holding his cock upright piano. I gasped as I impaled my bitch right down his dick. My cum-coated mamilla heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure delight. Jizz dribbled down my body, that wonderful paint. My puss clenched around Heath 's cock.

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

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

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his dick pressed against it. My puss clenched around heath 's cock as Tim 's dick thrusting into my bowels. I gasped as my anal retentive anchor ring feast and spread, swallowing his dick.

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

A cock rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three prick in my holes. Three cocks I had to get prepare to paint my body in that wonderful, pure color. I trembled, sucking on the dick in my mouth as I rose up heathland 's cock. At the same clip, Tim pumped away at my bunghole. He drove his shaft over and over into my bowels. Velvety heat energy rippled through me while silky delight surged out of my pussy.

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

"spirit at the little ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his Black cock glistening with my pussy juices."Damn, Karen, you 're a small freak."

A bold, colourful freak.

I sucked and entertain my rooster in my mouth as I rode Heath 's dick. Tim 's arduous shaft pumped over and over into my son of a bitch. The stimulating pleasure flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hip dancing from side to side, my asshole squeezing down on Tim 's hammer while my slit gripped Heath 's shaft. The dual frictions mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

Drool spilled over my Chin as cum dribbled down my body. Tim 's genitals smacked into my ass as he drove his cock over and over into my intestine. I bounced on Heath 's shaft, my clit throbbing every meter I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic hairsbreadth rubbing against me. The dweeb groaned as I worked my bitch up and down his dick.

"Work that cock, little ho !"

"God shucks, you fucking slut, Karen !"

"roll in the hay !"

Hot get along splashed against my arm. It coated my shoulder joint and dribbled down towards my articulatio cubiti. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to splash me everywhere. My pussy drank in the friction of Heath 's cock while my bunghole gripped Tim 's dick as he pounded me hard. I sucked with all my might on the dick in my rima oris, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a fucking bawd !"

chopper jizz splattered into the rear of my head, coating more than of my hair's-breadth. It ran down the spinal column of my neck opening and dribbling over my articulatio humeri steel. I loved the feel of the hot mettle. It coated me in that wonderful color. The peach of pearly jizz.

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

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

He showered me in his cum, my pussy squeezing down on Heath 's cock. That hot heart bathed me. It ran across my painted physique as I hurtled closer to my orgasm. Tim jabbing 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 backtalk, soaked in my fresh ointment. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his Black putz. My slit squeezed around heathland 's stopcock as my stallion physical structure shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different incline. Two unlike male child were painting me in their love. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My slit convulsed around Heath 's dick. My asshole spasmed around Tim 's pound turncock. I bucked and writhed, working my muddle up and down both their beam of light. Intense undulation of ecstasy flowed through my dead body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's cock. I moaned and whimpered, champion dancing before my center. My mess writhed and convulsed on their get dick. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from slope to slope. My flesh milked them, bring them closelipped and closer to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so much spunk.

exaltation drowned my mind.

"piece of ass kinky slut !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your bunghole is going wild around my putz. piece of ass !"

He ripped out of my asshole. The first base spurt of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost redress on my acantha. I felt the jizz running hot down my skin as more and more jets splashed on my pulp. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my body, making me find so naughty and wild.

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

"Fuck, shtup, fuck !"he growled. Then he ripped his shaft out of my prick and spurted frothy cum onto my body."Such a fucking bawd !"

It was all such a blur. I do n't lie with how long I rode heath 's pecker, did n't know how many cocks had fucked my whoreson and back talk, before that nerd finally erupted into my pussy. His jizz spurted hot into my spasming cunt while the boy spurted jizz on me from every English. I groaned and trembled, loving that even the inside of my kitty was getting basted with the creamy paint.

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

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

They made me into a masterpiece.

Finally, my torso was painted. I was drenched in wonderful, pearly jizz. I stood up, that toothsome nerve drying on my colorful trunk. I sauntered forward, my dope shaking and my ass swaying. The crowd parted for me, and I marched into the college bold as fuck. I did n't handle. Everyone could see me. Everyone could see how well I stood out.

I had a huge grin on my cheek as every boy paid attending to me all day. Even the teachers. Every man who witnessed me gained grueling dicks that needed relief. Luckily, there was always a new spot of my consistency that needed to be painted. Unlike the body paint, cum did n't concluding long.

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

Good affair the rewards were worth it. I could n't await. Smiling, I spotted a prick that needed my attention."Pussy, SOB, or rima oris ?"

The guy grinned.

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The figure chuckled. The latest pair of panty was a shattering success. The figure had no idea the latest pair would go over so well. It glanced down at the novel panties lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this pair was subdued.

pitch blackness, a bit of lace around the waistcloth, and two words printed across the ass in big, bold, Andrew D. White letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one more addition. The figure stroked down to the gusset. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the slit giving access to the wearer 's kitty. The figure smiled. Where would be the near place to leave these panty ? The flesh chuckled again as the perfect point clicked in its mind.

ascent, the figure snatched up its founding and left its shop behind.

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