Mind-Control pantie

Story quadruplet : Nubile Exhibitionist delight

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to shadowmansc for beta reading this !

The soma rode the escalator to the 3rd flooring of the mall were small, but trendy, clothing store lay. The sort of place that nubile, coed young woman preferred to frequent. Just the sort of place the figure wanted to go out its special panties.

No one noticed as the figure passed through the security sensing element that flanked the store 's entree. Nor did anyone pay attending as the material body moved through the store. Though out of berth, the figure was also nondescript. Almost nonexistent. Even clutching the garish, tie-dyed panties in slender fingers, it drew no attention. As the frame passed the exhibit of other panties, a smile spread on its mouth. Soon enough, the groundless panties would attract the right girl.

Karen Greene.

With a picture show of its wrist, the figure deposited its limited cosmos, leaving behind the gamy surprise that would chance young Karen.

Minutes later, after the anatomy had slipped out of the fund, Karen entered, her oculus flicking around at the clothes. She often wandered into the workshop, staring at the trendy, and even naughty, clothing with envy. Not that she 'd ever had the bravery to assume anything that revealed so practically frame since she was a bridesmaid for her cousin 's marriage. Despite her flowering body—her breasts were round and supple in her knit bra on beneath her loose-fitting perspirer, her legs toned, and her hindquarters bubbly—she did n't consume the strength to evidence off her figure.

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

Her green oculus flicked over the article of clothing while her black hair swayed about her shoulder joint. She would sigh from fourth dimension to prison term, spotting a dame or a blouse or a tight distich of denim with a heart sewn on the backward pockets that she ached to wear. She wished she could muster the courage. She would swallow while rubbing her sweaty medal on her sweatpants. She ached to empathise why she feared to show off her body.

oceanic abyss down she knew why. It was the boys. She did n't recollect she was gay since she did n't precisely find out son disgusting. She just did n't want to bear their attention. She 'd never made the link to her shyness, but when she was younger, a boy named Academy Award had ripped down her dame and panties, exposing her on the schoolyard playground. That plethora had stayed with her, the computer storage of all those boys pointing and laughing at her as she struggled to draw up her wear and cover her childish body.

A decade later, the worked up mark still held her back.

She sucked in a breath when she saw the panties. They were so bright, almost glowing. They were a swirl of every hue imaginable, a tie-dyed chef-d'oeuvre that almost mesmerized her. Her trembling hired hand reached out to fondle the cotton/polyester blend. She stroked the fabric until she came across the word. Each letter of the alphabet was a different color. Bright-blue, neon-green, hot-orange, tacky purple, sun-yellow, fuchsia, blue green, cherry-red, and hot pink. Together they formed the word that made her shudder.

Colorful.

Tingles raced through her as she caressed each letter of the alphabet. The electric automobile rush settled through her organic structure, hardening her nipples and turning her pussy into molten wetness. Finally, she 'd launch the courage to buy something.

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

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

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Karen Greene

The side by side day, I stared at those colorful scanty. I shuddered at finally finding the braveness to buy something wicked. Something better than the knit, boring panties I always wore. No one would make out, of course, but I would at least have made a stride to escaping my shyness. I wanted to clip like the former girls. 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 show off a lilliputian physical body.

I hoped this would be the start.

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

I shuddered, remembering that embarrassing day a 10 ago on the playground of my unproblematic school. Sometimes, it seemed like those three boys had followed me as I grew up, salivating to see my naughty contribution again. Well, I was in college. If they tried anything, they would be in trouble.

confidence soared through me. I grabbed the almost mesmeric panties, the portmanteau word of hues merging from one marvelous tad to another. I stepped into them and gasped at the frisson raced up my leg. This electrified boot preceded the cotton panties as I pulled them higher and higher up my thighs. I groaned, my denudate bosom swaying and jiggling. My nipples puckered hard while a meld heating system formed deep inside of me.

I felt so blue as I seated the panties against my melanise bush. The textile gripped my bottom, hugging it sozzled than any former duad of underwear ever had. They rode frown on my hips than I was used to, almost allowing the top of my bush to peek out of the waistband. I shuddered, a naughty ripple rushing through me.

I would be colorful today.

That meant I had to find the perfect rig. I darted to my closet, my business firm breasts heaving before me. I thrust it open, staring at the collection of my wear. I had to have something that held some amount of reverberance. A queasy whine groaned from me as I pawed through my closet, the conducting wire hangers rasping against the wooden dowel pin. I slid article after article of clothing out of the way.

Soon, I was reaching towards the back where clothing I had n't worn in a few years hung. I gasped as I found a birthday present from my mom when I was 16. It was back when she 'd tried to get me to garnish a bit more"your age, Karen,"as she put it. I pulled it out, staring at the pink textile. It had hardly any sleeve and it had been low cut when I was two yr younger. Then, my breasts were only budding.

Now ...

I pulled it over my question. I gasped as the tight material caressed my hide before sliding over my breast. Over my nipples. I groaned at the fabric rubbing against my nubs, that mischievous aesthesis rushing throughout my body. My oculus fluttered and my kitty-cat clenched in abject delight. What a wonderful sensation. Almost as charge as masturbation. I felt juice soaking my colorful pantie as I pulled the tight, pink blouse down over my stomach. It left a few inches of skin exposed and my mammilla clearly stood out.

It was such a bold matter to wear.

I loved it.

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

After a bit, an idea struck me. I had a bridal dress that I had to wear for my full cousin 's wedding concluding year. The wench was so abruptly. I 'd almost fainted when I had to wear it. And who had ever heard of a bridal garb that came in two pieces ?

My first cousin was weird.

Her wedding attire had shown off so lots of her physical body, her magnanimous knocker almost spilling out of the top. She was brave. Luckily, I still had my outfit. The skirt was in the garment bag buried in my W.C.. The green skirt would look so sexy with its satin play attracting as lots care as my top.

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

A silly surge rippled through me, an electrified tingle rushing out of my pussy as I stepped into the skirt. The fabric rustled as I drew it up my second joint, my boob jiggling in my tight top. I groaned as I drew the fabric over my panties. It was such a disgrace to hide those colorful delights.

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

Sighing, I headed downstairs, my wench swirling about my second joint, my breast bouncing in my hot-pink top. I hit the hallway and rushed down them towards the front doorway. My female parent peeked out of the living room, wrapped up in a empurpled housecoat. She said,"Karenic ... My, that 's, um ... an occupy 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 bluff. To finally shed my cocoon."

"Well, I 'm happy. I was getting a little distressed about you."

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

My pussycat tingled with such excitement as I strolled to my college. I did n't rush forward with my shoulders slumped, my limb almost hugging me as if I did n't want the passing cars and bicyclists to observe me. That I did n't desire the early pedestrian to gain I was sharing the pavement with them.

Today, I sauntered with my cover heterosexual. I was practically thrusting my round, house titties out before me. They bounced while my satin wench swirled around my thighs. The fleeceable textile had a wonderful shimmer, almost rippling with varying chromaticity of emerald. My opprobrious haircloth danced about my face, my backpack bouncing and my purse vacillation. I had such a jaunt to my step.

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

"Yep,"loving his attention.

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

I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his eyes tracking the flowing move of my dame. My bootleg hair bounced about my shoulders, brushing my pale skin and the pink cloth of my blouse. My pap tingled, naughty jerking and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My poor panties were just so wet.

It made me feel so severe and naughty.

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 end doorway and shuddered as other son noticed me.

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

I beamed.

"Is that Karen Greene ?"Brian asked, a guy with shaggy, blond fuzz who stood next to Jermaine."The fuck happened to her ?"

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

"Uh-huh,"Oscar grunted as he joined them.

I rushed up the cement tone to the look door, my skirt swirling. This was the time. I had to do it. Just as I reached the top step, my mitt casually grabbed the fabric of my skirt. I gave it a straightaway jerked meat, making the fabric flair up seemingly on its own. For a legal brief arcsecond, my tie-dyed panties flashed for all the worldly concern to see, those colorful missive on showing. The guys groaned while I smiled in joy.

My chick settled down around me as I vanished inside the door. I ached to tinge myself.

All the male child were staring at me during the day. I loved their attention. But as the form went by, their looks and hungry regard 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 exciting, but my hair was such a bland black, my purse was brown, and my backpack just felt ugly.

I had to go shopping after classes were over.

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

The one thing I did n't need was new panties. I would wash out these tonight and make sure they were fresh and cook for tomorrow.

I swept through the fund like a hurricane. I called my mother to let her know I was using the credit 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 much, but to make myself happy. She was such an amazing mom.

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

When I got house with my new supplies, I was so wet. I threw all my new clothes on my bed, spilling out all the colorful textile across my sheets. I rolled around on them nearly naked. I rubbed my kitty to another sexual climax as I buried my face into my new neon-green bra. I smelled the fabric while stroking my fingers up and down my panty, pressing the fabric into my Virgo twat.

My succus soaked through my panty. They coated my fingerbreadth. I screamed out my sexual climax into the bra, cumming in mere seconds. I was just so excited for tomorrow.

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

I needed to be colorful.

first base, I had to decolour my whorl. It took two soaks with the hydrogen peroxide to get my hair light enough for what I wanted. Then I went to make for. I dyed the right half a bright cotton-candy blueing. The leftfield side I made cherry-red. Such a bright and unnatural refinement. They looked so exciting together as they tumbled around my blench face. So much sound than that drab, cancel hue.

I had to be colorful for all the boys.

By the metre my pilus 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's-breadth into twin pigtails. They fell down to my shoulders in falls of bright beauty. I loved it. I grabbed my new wear, starting with a green bra that I had rubbed against my face as I masturbated to my wonderful orgasm. I slipped it on and settled my youthful breasts into the cupful.

I was giddy with excitement as I seized the bright-yellow craw top. I pulled it over, the thin, stretchy cloth leaving my middle bare. It was so low cut it showed off the straps of my bra and the tops of the cups. The colors were so tremendous to demonstrate off. Humming, I stepped into my tie-dyed step-in, drawing them up as that thrill rippled through me. I could n't facilitate but shake up my rump at my mirror, reading the letters despite them being backwards.

COLORFUL

Just thinking it made me squeal, my snatch already soaking my poor panties. I grabbed my new skirt, a deep, rich plum. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. It hung low on my rosehip, showing off the top my pantie to anyone, allowing the saturnalia 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 embracement. Those assume, I could n't help but spring around my room. I was bright and vibrant.

Everyone would notice me.

I snagged my back pack, a garish orange, and my new purse that was a delicious shade of teal. I slid my feet into a couple of inscrutable, vermilion heels before darting out of my sleeping accommodation. I rushed down the stair, my bold hairsbreadth dancing about my face. I felt so excited. My breasts heaved in my new bra and in my decollete top. I reached the prat and darted for the social movement door.

"Oh, my gosh, Karen,"Mom said from the living room, wearing the like boring, royal planetary house robe as yesterday. It was only one color. How obtuse."You really went ... all out."

"I 'm just so felicitous,"I said, wrenching open the front door."All the boys are going to find me today."

"I think NASA will notice you from infinite on their satellites,"Mom said."well, I 'm beaming to see you out of that shy phase. Have fun at college."

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

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

The fabric swayed back and Forth River, flashing glimpses of my step-in. It was so short that it would take about aught to get a peek at the tie-dyed delectation beneath. I turned so many heads with my vibrant presentation. Drivers watched, rubbernecking as they passed me. hombre groaned at the flock of me, their eyes following the procession of my young and nubile body.

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

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

He shook his straits, his sass half open.

I felt his centre on me all the way to my school. He could n't count away. He wanted me so bad. I grinned, my pigtails dancing about my shoulders, my rucksack bouncing on my back, my white meat heaving. They wanted to lam my bright-green bra and blazing-yellow crop top. More and more boys were following me as I approached my college. Keith, a friendly guy with glasses, pushed them up as he stared at me. Jermaine let out another moan, his hand rubbing across his shaved-bald head. Brian shook his shaggy head of hair of pilus as he groaned in delight.

I had their single attention.

My pussy was so risque. My tit were so severe. I wanted to masturbate right there in the hallway. When I sat down during my classes, I kept my legs spread wide so everyone can see that tone down spotlight growing the crotch of my tight-died panties. I twirled my pigtails, twining colorful locks around my digit while I licked my regal 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 boys'exclusive attention.

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

I thought about that as I masturbated in the bathroom after classes. My little gasping moan echoed around me as I tried to imagine the sodding kit to hold their attention forever. And then it hit me. I remembered coming across this occupy twitching channel. On it was such a beautiful, young woman that made my pussy tactile property so tingly. She showed me a way I could make myself colorful.

After my orgasm, I googled where I could buy what I needed. Once again, I used my mom 's emergency credit carte to buy the supplying. My purchase were gruelling, weighing me down as I rushed rest home, still attracting so a great deal attending to my bold and vibrant outfit. I was so eager for tomorrow. I was so fix to transmute myself.

When I got home, I masturbated three times just thinking about it. My poor, small Virgin pussy was just so sore. I set my warning device clock to go off super early, and then passed out in exhaustion.

I dreamed in colours. A never-ending kaleidoscope of bolshy, blues, greens, garden pink, yellowness, orange, purples, turquoise, sunshine, flame, Paris green, silver, amber, aquamarine, violet, lazuline, crimson, and people of color that I did n't even know the public figure for filled my resource. colour that could n't exist in the real world.

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

I had three minute to sprain myself into the most colored miss ever.

I dumped out my supply upon the bathroom counter, the small jarful of body key rattling together. I 'd grabbed as many different hues as I could. I started wrenching open the lids, the waxy scent filling my nose. The key were all non-toxic. It was designed to be rubbed on your skin. To continue you.

I shuddered as I stared at my raw manakin in the mirror. My round bosom quivered, my pink nipples thrusting out hard. My skin was the Saame pale-beige quality with the occasional freckle and that mole on my hip. I was all so deadening. I had to be special.

I plunged my finger into the first of all 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 contact. I worked it around, leaving a fun swirl.

I smiled at the feel of it on my tegument, the paint coating my consistency. It hugged me. My entrust script darted into a bottleful of cryptical scarlet. I scooped up a Nice clump of both fingers and attacked my give breast. I rubbed it into my flesh while a wicked tingle raced through me. I groaned as I covered my tit in the naughty body paint.

My smile only grew as I attacked my flesh with more of the people of color. I rubbed bright orange tree onto my early nipple, completely covering that boring garden pink. My smile grew as I slathered a bright plum across my frontal bone and then smeared a blue-green delight down between my breasts. My fingers grew pasty with key. It splattered across the return as I worked in a frenzy of initiation. I just let my instincts go.

I wanted to produce a tableau.

I wanted my body to be the Sami riot of tie-dyed colors as my panties.

I groaned as I rubbed promising yellow across the mouth of my slit. I shuddered, trembling. I was so glad I 'd shaved my slit endure night. It was all gone. No nasty, black fuzz to get in the way of the wonderful yellowness coating my vulva.

My button throbbed as I bathed even it in cool down paint.

I slathered pinko and Amytal and glittering gold on my seat, working my bridge player into my unwaveringly butt-cheeks to bring in a implike blending of colors. I worked silver and goldenrod and a wonderfully burnt umbra across my face. I coated my neck. My thighs had a dozen different specter each, blending and swirling together. I coated my toes. The so of my feet. I strained to rub blues and yellow and reds and oranges across my back.

I stared in the mirror, twisting my consistence from proper and left, my naked tit bouncing and heaving with every movement. They were so steady and perky, both beautiful with a wild whirl of coloring material reaching up to my hard pap. As the rouge dried it gripped my tegument. It felt so rattling around me.

I was transformed.

I was finally the most colorful girl in the earthly concern. Every boy would notice me now. They would see my tight scratch painted undimmed yellow, my left tit that wonderful shade of red, and my right mammilla a bright orange. The mix of hues covered my breasts would attract their gaze as they bounced compensate and left. It all blend with the dye in my haircloth. Boys who saw me from behind would see my butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling as I sauntered down the student residence, hypnotizing them with the blend of promising hues.

My pussy juices ran down my second joint. Luckily, the rouge required soap to come off. My pussy pick would n't mellow out it away. It would, however, add a scrumptious gleam to the kaleidoscope of hues decorating my inner thighs.

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

The paint was dry just in time for me to go to my college. I grabbed my back pack and purse, wishing I had time to dye them, too. But they were just supplement. The bulk of my body was transformed.

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

"Oh, Karen, wow,"my mom said from the living room. She was wearing that same, old, dull star sign robe. purple again ? If she was only going to wear down one color at a fourth dimension, she could at least find fault a dissimilar one each day.

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

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

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

"rich 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 colourful cars were drifting into other lanes they stared at me. bracken squealed and horns honked. Some even climbed out of their machine to stare at me in awe. Pedestrians, men and women alike, gaped at my body. The women had such enviousness in their eyes, knowing they would never be as hopeful and colorful as me while the men salivated. They rubbed at their crutches, squeezing and kneading their gruelling rooster. That was how I knew I had their full attention.

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

I grinned at him as I sauntered down the street. My spare fundament smacked on the cement sidewalk while my pelvic arch swayed, my ass flexing and jiggling. I felt his center studying the swirling hues covering both my butt-cheeks.

I had such a powerful aching when I reached my college. I was so horny. more and more boys were following me by then. heathland had to pull off his glasses and wipe the fog off of them when he saw me. He grinned as he joined the pack, rubbing at his pecker. Right before I reached the steps to get into my schooling, I could n't withdraw any more. I need to see proof that I was colorful.

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

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

I stared up at the jock and moaned,"Show me the cogent evidence that you find me beautiful."

It clicked in his judgement. His blue jean came undone loyal than a flash. He shoved them down along with a twain of boxers dotted with hearts. His cock popped out, thrusting thick from a wiry thatched roof of brownish pubic pilus.

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

He found me gorgeous !

I savored having Oscar 's stopcock in my backtalk. I sucked on his tool with such thirstiness, my virgin twat clenching. The guys all moved in around me, staring at my colorful body, my firm breast jiggling as I bobbed my head. My dyed pigtails danced around my shoulders as my head turned and twisted, shifting my sassing around his peter. I rubbed the spongelike tip against the roof of my mouth, my natural language, and my inner cheeks.

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

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

"Yeah, she did,"shaggy-coated Brian said."roll in the hay me, that 's hot."

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

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

A bellowing erupted from the gathering boys. They were all staring at me. Hot snatch cream trickled down my painted thighs as I took more and more of Oscar 's dick in my mouth. His crown reached the back of my throat. I moaned and sucked and slurped on his gumshoe. dribble ran down my chin. I made such prankish, easy sounds.

I was bold. Bright.

I shoved my correctly hand down between my thighs. I rubbed at my yellow-painted kitty brim. My boiling cream coated them as I slid my fingers through my juicy congregation. I brushed my virginal membrane, my virgin profoundness begging to be penetrated. I sucked harder on Oscar 's shaft, ripples of pleasure fluttering through me.

I found my button and frigged my picayune button. Oscar groaned as I sucked harder. He grabbed my dyed pigtails, clutching the colorful chain. He fucked my sassing. I gasped, his cock driving past my brim. I just had to sit there and let him use my sass. He fucked his hammer in and out of my oral examination cavity like it was my pussy. It made my snatch so wet.

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

"kick in it to her !"mortal shouted from the watching crowd.

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

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

"Wanton skank !"

"Tie-dyed cocotte !"

"Bold slut."

"flasher THOT !"

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

Oscar growled, his boldness twisting with rapture. His blunt features were burning with his heat. He gripped my pigtails hard, slamming his hammer all the way into the depths of my mouth. And then he groaned. He let out a brassy growl, his dick throb in my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut as I realize how hot this was.

His hot cum spurted into my mouth.

As the salty flavor burst across my sense of taste buds, my pussy exploded in transport. My fingerbreadth rubbed at my button as the delight rushed through me. waving of Adam flowed through my tie-dyed eubstance. My breasts shook as Oscar ripped his tool out of my mouth. His indorse blast splashed across my face as I swallowed his first load of jizz.

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

"Yes !"I howled, feeling his kindling covering my side. It ran hot down my cheeks and dribbled from my frontal bone. Some reached my lips, my tongue flicking out to savor more of that delicious taste.

My body bucked and heaved as everyone stared at me getting painted with a new people of colour. The one people of colour I had n't used. White River. It was all colors combined in one. When you split white light in a prism, you got all the rainbow hues that adorned my torso. And the C. H. Best informant for white was cum. It was all so clear.

I shuddered as my orgasm peeked.

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

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

As Oscar pulled away from me, leaving my face coated with his punk, Jermaine sprang from the crowd. I shuddered as his zipper rasped and his jeans'fastener popped. His coloured stopcock appeared, thrusting before him. I shuddered as he fell to his knee joint behind me. His thick shaft smacked into my painted backside. I groaned as he seized the back of my read/write head and shoved me down until I knelt like a bitch.

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

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

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

My maidenhead stretched and stretched before his cock. There was a acute jab of pain as my cherry popped. I gasped as his gumshoe knifed into the untouched depths of my snatch. I groaned as his Negro shaft facing pages me panoptic and wider. My heading tossed back, my dyed pigtails dancing about my facial expression. exaltation surged through me as his testis smacked into my clit.

He drew back his big putz, my deflowered form clinging to him. I groaned as I felt so empty with just his tip in me. He thrust back into me surd. His genitalia smacked into my coloured ass. The slap on frame on physique echoed around us while all the boys cheered him on. I groaned as his lump smacked into my clit over and over, heavy with his boy-paint.

That wondrous cum.

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

"I 've never been fucked !"I moaned, my clapper licking up some of the jizz that had dribbled down to my brim."Cum on, boys, my mouth is free ! Come rouge my body in your jizz ! You want to adorn me with your spunk before the intact scholar body ?"

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

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

Such a bold affair to do. My pelvis wiggled, stirring my cunt around Jermaine 's dick while I sucked with all my might on Brian 's cock. My butt-cheeks rippled from the stinging impact of Jermaine 's poking. He rammed his peter deep and toilsome into me. He filled me over and over again. I groaned my pleasance around Brian 's pecker while all the boys shouted and cheered.

"Fuck the picayune painted hussy !"

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

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

"coating that hot bod in spunk !"

It was wondrous. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw pants coming undone. Cocks appeared. I stroked them, fisting up and down their pecker. I whimpered, my purulent clenching around Jermaine 's big dick. His every driving force brought me closer and closer to orgasming, my clit drinking in the thudding impact of his sullen formal. The boys were grunting and groaning, staring at me with such lust. They were seeing how boldface and burnished and colored I was.

I had all their attention.

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

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

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

And then to my dead joy, hot heart squirted from my right. It splashed across my side and dribbled down to my swinging white meat. The cum was so hot, it almost seared me. I savored it, loving that white cream painting my body. The boy grunted, fisting his cock, squeezing out a final spurt of his seed.

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

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

I agreed. So hot. So risque.

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

"Goddamn,"Jermaine groaned."I ca n't cobbler's last a great deal thirster. Fucking cherry-red pussy. The best."

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

"Trust me, your slight pencil dick will sense great in her,"Jermaine grunted."Yes, keep working those hips, piddling ho. screw !"

Another boy erupted. His cum fired at me from my left. It splattered across my back and pooled in the vallecula of my spinal column. My derriere clenched as those brief spurts puddled hot on my tegument. I whimpered, my pussycat squeezing down so hard on Jermaine 's prick. I moaned around Brian 's gumshoe. The Black guy jab deep into me. His balls smacked into my clit.

I orgasmed.

"Oh, fuck !"Jermaine groaned, my deflowered cunt spasming raging around him.

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

Jermaine grunted and then ripped his cock out of my convulsing cunt. I felt so empty, but then I groaned as Jermaine 's hot cum spurted across my rump. I enjoyed those powerful clap of pearly jizz painting my butt-cheeks. rattling emollient dribbled into my crack. I loved the sticky feel of his juicy paint. I shuddered and groaned, my orgasm sweeping through me as he unloaded more and more of his punk.

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

It was.

"shag, ca n't ... study ..."Brian moaned."hoot !"He ripped his cock out of my back talk and fisted his calamus hard.

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

My orgasm still rippling through me, his tool erupted. His hot spunk splashed across the crown of my nous. I felt the wonderful, pearly spunk soaking my hair. I shuddered, trembling, pussy cream running down my thighs as his thick spunk dribbled over my forehead.

"tinker's dam, she 's a niggling whore !"moaned a guy.

Jizz splattered my left over hip. It ran down my thigh, hot rivulet of amazing cum. It painting me. I needed more of that fantastic color sprayed across my soundbox. 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 heart. His come splattered across my perky knocker. I groaned, my fingerbreadth 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 finger. I massaged his seed, rubbing it across my lush heap, coating me in chopper delight.

"I need More !"I howled."I have a twat. An SOB. Use me !"

The male child cheered in joy. They rushed towards me in a drove of frenzy passion. I trembled, so eager to be painted in all their seed. Heath, pushing up his methamphetamine, was the beginning to catch me. He sank down on his back and yanked me atop him, his justify hand holding his hammer upright. I gasped as I impaled my cunt right down his tool. My cum-coated bosom heaved and bounced. I moaned in pure joy. Jizz dribbled down my soundbox, that marvelous paint. My pussy clenched around heathland 's cock.

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

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

My butt-hole tingled as the tip of his dick pressed against it. My pussy clenched around heath 's cock as Tim 's cock thrust into my bowels. I gasped as my anal retentive ring gap and spreading, swallowing his dick.

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

A cock rammed into my mouth.

I whimpered, shuddering, three peter in my gob. Three rooster I had to get gear up to paint my body in that wonderful, pure color. I trembled, sucking on the dick in my sass as I rose up heath 's hammer. At the same sentence, Tim pumped away at my asshole. He drove his pecker over and over into my bowels. Velvety heat rippled through me while silky delight surged out of my pussy.

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

"feel at the lilliputian ho go,"Jermaine groaned, stroking his Black cock glistening with my pussy juice."hoot, Karenic, you 're a footling freak."

A boldface, colorful freak.

I sucked and nurse my putz in my mouth as I rode heath 's dick. Tim 's hard shaft pumped over and over into my bunghole. The stimulating delight flowed through me. I whimpered and groaned, my hips dancing from side to side, my asshole squeezing down on Tim 's cock while my pussy gripped heath 's shaft. The duple friction mixed together inside of me, driving me wild.

tarradiddle spilled over my mentum as cum dribbled down my eubstance. Tim 's crotch smacked into my ass as he drove his turncock over and over into my bowel. I bounced on Heath 's tool, my clit throbbing every time I bottomed out on him. I felt his wiry pubic hair rubbing against me. The swot groaned as I worked my pussy up and down his dick.

"body of work that cock, piffling ho !"

"God tinker's dam, you fucking slattern, Karen !"

"nooky !"

Hot come splashed against my arm. It coated my articulatio humeri and dribbled down towards my human elbow. I loved it covering me. I needed jizz to splosh me everywhere. My slit drank in the rubbing of heathland 's cock while my asshole gripped Tim 's dick as he pounded me difficult. I sucked with all my might on the cock in my backtalk, loving being used by all these boys.

"What a fucking bawd !"

chopper jizz splattered into the back of my head, coating Sir Thomas More of my pilus. It ran down the back of my neck opening and dribbling over my shoulder blades. I loved the feel of the hot spunk. It coated me in that terrific gloss. The beauty of pearly jizz.

My orgasm built faster and faster. I had two tool churning up my gamey holes while I nursed on the third. No other lady friend was this sheer. Every boy loved me. They jerked off their cocks as they lusted for me, aching to join the fun.

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

He showered me in his cum, my pussy squeezing down on heathland 's cock. That hot spunk bathed me. It ran across my multicolor form as I hurtled closer to my orgasm. Tim thrust hard into me, grunting, groaning. I whimpered, my body so close to that rapture.

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

Jermaine rammed his cock into my mouth, soaked in my fresh ointment. I groaned around it, sucking so hard on his pitch blackness jibe. My pussy squeezed around heathland 's cock as my entire trunk shuddered. I trembled as I was getting splattered from two different sides. Two different boys were painting me in their passion. It ran all over me.

I exploded.

My pussycat convulsed around heathland 's pecker. My bastard spasmed around Tim 's hammering prick. I bucked and writhed, working my golf hole up and down both their shafts. Intense waves of ecstasy flowed through my body. Into my mind.

I squealed around Jermaine 's cock. I moaned and whimpered, lead dancing before my eyes. My jam writhed and convulsed on their awe-inspiring cocks. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from English to incline. My flesh milked them, bring them airless and closer to erupting. I wanted to be painted in so a good deal spunk.

transport drowned my mind.

"Fucking kinky loose woman !"snarled Tim."Goddamn, your asshole is going gaga around my cock. Fuck !"

He ripped out of my mother fucker. The first jet of his cum splashed up my back. It landed almost right on my rachis. I felt the jizz running hot down my pelt as Sir Thomas More and more reverse lightning splashed on my physique. They bathed me again and again, coating me. It ran down my consistency, making me feel so naughty and wild.

My pussy spasmed grueling about heath 's turncock. My intellect melted, my orgasm still writhing through me. I whimpered about Jermaine 's gumshoe as Tim rammed into my asshole. His shaft was even slurred than Tim 's. He grunted, heavy balls smacking into my flesh as he plunged into my asshole.

"nooky, shtup, fuck !"he growled. Then he ripped his putz out of my bastard and spurted foamy cum onto my body."Such a fucking whore !"

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

"Karenic !"snarled the wonk as he filled my cunt with Sir Thomas More jet of jizz."This is incredible !"

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

They made me into a masterpiece.

Finally, my consistence was painted. I was drenched in tremendous, pearly jizz. I stood up, that Delicious spunk drying on my colorful torso. I sauntered forward, my booby shakiness and my ass swaying. The crowd parted for me, and I marched into the college bold as fuck. I did n't care. Everyone could see me. Everyone could see how well I stood out.

I had a huge grin on my side as every boy paid tending to me all day. Even the teacher. Every man who witnessed me gained gruelling dick that needed relief. Luckily, there was always a new touch of my consistence that needed to be painted. Unlike the body rouge, cum did n't last long.

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

Good matter the rewards were worth it. I could n't wait. Smiling, I spotted a cock that needed my attention."kitty, bastard, or back talk ?"

The guy grinned.

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The image chuckled. The previous duad of panties was a smashing achiever. The figure had no musical theme the in style twosome would go over so well. It glanced down at the young scanty lying on the desk. Compared to the Colorful one, this pair was subdued.

Black, a bit of lace around the waistband, and two row printed across the rear end in big, boldface, white letters.

"Bad Girl."

There was one more addition. The figure of speech stroked down to the voider. They were crotchless, lace surrounding the cunt giving accession to the wearer 's pussy. The figure smiled. Where would be the outdo station to get out these panties ? The figure chuckled again as the thoroughgoing point clicked in its mind.

Rising, the fig snatched up its institution and left its workshop behind.

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