Mind-Control panty

Story Two : brat 's Kinky punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Ricochet for beta reading this !

There was nothing exceptional about the department store. It was like a thousand others in its chain. A massive, International meshing of box storehouse that sold everything you could want or envisage. From cookware to bedding to toys, almost everything could be found here.

The figure moving through the storehouse appeared no different than any of the other shoppers. It moved with a settle down grace, nodding at the other shoppers. Nondescript, the figure did n't remain firm out one bit. No one even noticed the duo of pantie clutched in the public figure 's hand. They were a pale garden pink, with the word Bratty printed in atomic number 79, glittery letters across the rear. Any girl who wore them and flashed them would give a dazzling video display of teasing delight.

The perfect tense garment for a brat.

The shape headed to the clothing section frequented by college girl. It passed a stall with dozens of panties on it in all shapes and styles and figure. With a chance flick of the radiocarpal joint, the Bratty pantie landed with the others. There to await a certain someone.

Anna carter, XVIII, was shopping with her sire and two older Brother. Her articulatio humeri distance, brown hair was held back from her aspect by a duad of pink barrettes. She wore a demure outfit compared to her equal, a night blouse tucked into a recollective skirt. The neckline of her top hardly showed any cleavage at all, just some ivory swath of her clavicle. She had bright, hazel eyes and embonpoint lips over a small nose.

"son,"growled her sire, a stern-looking man named Frank Carter. He was grandiloquent and muscular, his nose large. A trait both his sons, Rick and lavatory, possessed.

"Just messing around with lav, Dad,"Rick, the eldest, said, a big grinning on his face.

John the Divine was rubbing his arm."Is that what you call a sucker punch ?"

hayrick grinned."God, if I thought you were purulent, I would n't suffer given you a erotic love tap. Anna could 've taken that one."

Anna squirmed, the tip of her auricle burning. She obviously looked embarrassed by her comrade 's activity. She glanced at the clothing and, shyly, said,"Dad, I need to piece up a few things."

Her father, a widower, flicked his regard to the clothing section. At the stack of all those feminine garments, he cleared his throat."Yes, finely, just meet us in the sporting goods section in about twenty minutes."

She nodded her head and slipped out into the article of clothing section.

She needed a few new yoke of panties. Nothing extravagant. She preferred the cheap kind, the 1 with a good cut, not the hardiness one the girls at her college liked to wear. Perhaps it was the atomic number 79 glitter on the word Bratty that drew her attention, or maybe it was the dangling thong above it, a striptease of cloth so narrow that Anna could n't empathize how it could traverse anything.

Either way, she drifted over to the pale-pink step-in and touched the cotton/polyester blend. The Book Bratty sent this strange, exhilarating thrill through her. It was so ill-affected. Something that a bad girl would tire.

Not a good girl like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't know what strange desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her capitulum burning more, her cheeks gaining a pale, pink jot. She darted over to a single-foot holding ten ring of tatty scanty and snagged the maiden one she could. She buried the Bratty pair beneath the ingroup, clutching it mingy, and then darted to go look at some new skirts.

She fidgeted for the rest period of the shopping trip-up, squirming, fearing that her father would see what she bought. But he did n't notice. Not even when she went to fit out and the cashier scanned it. No one seemed to discover that the machine did n't beep nor that a price did n't show up on the screen as the cashier placed it in a bag with the rest of the dress that Anna bought.

She clutched her bag, fearful that her Padre would discover her purchase.

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Anna James Earl Carter Jr.

Two weeks later, I was still terrified that my father would obtain that sure pair of panties tucked in the back of my draftsman. It was buried amid socks and bras, but was also the go duet of clear scanty I had. I 'd worn every distich of unclouded panties I had, including the ten from the pack I bought.

"There you go,"I said, placing the breakfast of eggs and Roger Bacon I made before my Father of the Church, my venter squirming.

His brown centre flicking up and down me. Did he cognize ?

"Ah, thank you, Anna,"he said.

I bent down and gave him a warm buss on the cheek before I hurried over and set down plates before my brothers. crick 's orangeness juice was right on the border of the mesa. I was just turning away to take away my own seat when John went to thwack kink. trick 's helping hand flew out, striking the glass of Orange River succus on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the super C, charge plate cup flying right at me. A few drops of Orange River juice led the way. I gasped and struggled to dodge it, but it came at me too fast. It struck my skirt right below my bellybutton. I felt all the liquid soak through my skirt to my panties. I squeaked in seismic disturbance, blinking. I could find the common cold hemorrhage through to my privates.

"No, no, no,"I groaned, my spirit beating so fast. I could feel my last pair of clean pantie absorbing the staining liquid.

"Goddammit, John !"Dad barked at my midriff comrade."flavor what you did to your sister !"

"Sorry, Dad,"John muttered.

"Do n't apologize to me ! Apologize to your damn Sister !"

John looked at me, his face picket."Sorry, Anna, I did n't entail to ..."

"Yeah, if you were n't such a inapt spaz, you—"kink started to say.

Though he was older than St. John, he was gaining on Rick in size. Snarling, privy threw a hard punch at Rick, forcing my older chum to lean back and deflect the blow.

"boy !"Dad snarled, pounding his fist into the board to punctuate his Christian Bible."That 's it ! You 've both had enough breakfast. You 're finished."

"See what you 've done now,"muttered haystack as he stood up. He marched past me as the orange juice dripped from my skirt.

"He should n't be posting shit about me on Facebook,"John muttered as he stood up. He gave me another sheepish feel before he darted off.

"Anna, honey,"Dad said, his voice lowering,"go on a higher floor and get change."

"But ..."I stammered. This could n't be happening.

"I 'm sorry, hope that didn't stain your skirt. If it did, I 'll cook them buy you a new one."

I just nodded, terrified. I only had one last span of clean panties.

I stumbled out of the kitchen in a daze. I did n't desire to consume to put on those panties, but these I were soaked with orange juice. Going without step-in was just impossible. The yawning pit of dread swelled and swelled in my belly as I stumbled through the living elbow room. I reached the stairs, my brothers moving around above.

I swallowed, my step-in wet and cold and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the stairs, hating how the soppy panties rubbed against me. weeping were beading in my oculus. Why did crick and John have to be so mingy to each early ? Why could n't they just be dainty ? They were always yelling and punching and hitting. Why could n't they be dependable like me ? They were such brats.

Now I had to wear out those panties. What if Dad found out ?

I knew he probably would n't, since my skirts were all long. There should be no way he would see what I wore beneath, but what if something Wyrd happened ? What if Saint John thought it would be funny to yank down my skirt ? He had n't done that in a few years, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most hilarious thing in the man. Knowing my luck, he would do it to me today.

My cheeks burned just thinking about those embarrassing, gold varsity letter being seen blazing across my rear.

Why did I buy them ? I still did n't understand it. It made zero sentiency to me. They were so gamy. I liked plain, sensitive panties. Not the type that you wore so male child could see them.

I reached the second floor and took a few steps to my sleeping accommodation door. I twisted the brass handgrip and darted inside. I closed it behind me, wishing my door had a whorl on it. I wanted to just shroud in here, but I could n't do that.

I could n't persist in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd have to leave to eat. To use the restroom. Do my chores. I really, really needed to do my wash, so I could get some pantie that were white Then I could take the Batty panties off as soon as possible.

That was what I had to do.

I unzipped my skirt and pulled it off, wincing at the orange stain across the front of my plain, White person panties. I dropped my skirt in my wearing apparel hamper and peeled off my sodden underwear. They stuck to me, making me finger so unsporting. I balled up the panties, found a make clean patch, and wiped at my brown bush. I got the finish of the juice out of my hairsbreadth then threw my panties into the trammel.

I groaned when I spotted the orange tree stains splashed across my top. That had to go, too. I peeled it off, tugging it over my slender soma. My hairsbreadth flew about my face, leaving it a tousled passel. I would give birth to comb it again. It was such an untamable mane today.

"tinker's dam that Saint John the Apostle,"I muttered, throwing my top down on the other dirty wearing apparel as hard as I could.

I groaned as I spotted something at the tail of my vision. There was a single stain on my bra. An orange blemish on the ovalbumin cloth. I sighed, reached behind me, and unfastened it. I slipped it off and now was naked.

I hated being naked.

My brothers could bust in. I darted to my dresser, my fiddling titty quivering. I yanked out-of-doors the door, staring at the pile of socks and bandeau shoved into the corner, hiding my naughty secret. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

My paw darted forward, shoving the piles of clothing to the slope. I unveiled the panties lying there, some of the glittery letters visible. The two T 's and a trace of the Y.

I felt a strange tingling as I grabbed the panties. An excitement ran across my skin, my small nipples hardening as it raced down past my bosom to my stomach. I gasped as it jolted to my pussy, making my sex ache. I whimpered, my cheeks burn bright, the tip of my ears blazing with embarrassment.

I unfolded the pantie, unveiling those glittering letters to my eye. Bratty. I was the precise opposite. Why did I buy these ?

Stairs creaked. I gasped, realizing Daddy was coming up the stair. Panicking, I quickly bent down and knife thrust my correct foot through the leg kettle of fish. Another billow of electrical energy raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my pussycat, this wet estrus forming deep in my depths. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering at the spirit. Why was this happening to me ?

The stairs creaked louder. I had to get dressed.

I thrust my leave alone foot through the other mess and yanked the panties so fast up my legs my bosom bounced. I wiggled my rose hip, seating the panties tight against my pussy. The elastic set snapped around my waist. I could find the naughty letters blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As dada reached the top of the stairs, a disgusting melodic theme blazed in my thinker. I moaned, trembling in my kinky scanty, my boob jiggling. They were cute, minuscule tit. Perfect retinal cone topped by pink pap. Both were hard and delicious.

I tweaked one and giggled at the spicy feeling that flowed through me. My smile broadened as I heard dada reach the top of the steps. He was about to walk by my door.

I turned to face it and said in a cheerful vocalism,"Hi, Daddy !"

He was just passing my door. I heard him pause, the base creaking. I smiled as he grabbed my doorknob. He turned it, opened the door, and thrust his head in."Did you need anyt ..."

His words trailed off as he stared at my budding, youthful tit. His jaw dropped, his eyes bulging while his boldness went scarlet.

I let him gaze for one tremendous second. Then I gasped,"daddy !"Squealing, I"covered"my breasts, my script not hiding my nipples at all."Get out of here ! I 'm naked ! Why did n't you criticise ?"

He jerked his head back, slamming my threshold shut so hard the total house trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so blue, Anna."

"Why would you do that ?"I gasped."I 'm eighteen ! You ca n't just push forward in on me."

It was so laborious not to giggle. My pussy felt so juicy. I pinched both my pap, tweaking them as I heard pa shifting on his invertebrate foot outside my door.

"You said hi,"he groaned."I thought—"

"Yes, hi !"I gasped in imposter outrage, my fingers tugging hard on my nipples. My slit clenched, feeling so wet and juicy."Not come on in !"

"I 'm sorry,"he said and then hurried down the hallway to his room. I snorted, trying not to erupt into laughter. It was so lots fun to taunt Dad. It made my purulent nice and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

Humming, I sauntered to my vanity, eager to find the perfect thing to wear off. I opened my drawers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my caput. They were so ... girly. infantile. None of them had that pizzazz that fit me. Surely, I had apparel that were n't so babyish. I pulled out one top that looked like a dress.

I wanted to gag.

How could I wear any of these ? What was wrong with me ?

I threw that down then rummaged through the drawer, throwing more and more whirligig to the flooring. Through the sparse paries, I heard the springiness of St. John 's bed creaking. I smiled, hearing the shifting. I knew what that meant. He was flogging the bishop in there. Having fun with Rosie Palmer and her five Sister. I squirmed, naughty theme making my pussy surface-active agent and wetter.

Smirking, I searched and searched for something I could wear.

I found an old t-shirt, something I wore three or four years ago that had gotten shoved to the spine of my drawer. It was tiny. It would mold to my organic structure and hug my firm, small titties. I bet it would demo a near column inch or two of my abdomen. I smiled as I pulled it on.

It. Was. Tight.

I had to joggle to pluck it over me, feeling the material stretching around my trunk. I gasped when it crossed my pap, stimulating my niggling buds. I groaned, my pussy getting so juicy and wet. My naughty panties absorbed the flood of my excitement.

I wiggled my rump, glancing over my shoulder joint to see those glittering letters on my scanty flashing in my stand mirror.

Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a boxing glove, molding around my slight breasts. My pap poked hard against the fabric. It was so short, it exposed my bellybutton. I loved it.

And it gave me an idea.

"I bet I have a pair of short circuit that I have n't worn in a few years,"I muttered, hearing the bed give from my brother 's bedroom groaning louder. He must be watching some porno on his headphone, wearing headphone so no one would know what he was doing.

But I did.

I bent over, wiggling my derriere, imagining Dad or wrick or Saint John watching my ass shake as I dug around in my bottom-most drawer. It was replete of boxers that I 'd put away since summertime was over. I dug through and then ...

Triumphed !

I found a duo of jean underdrawers that I had n't worn in two age. I could tell they would be tight.

The bed springs creaked louder, the rhythmic slap echoing.

I slid my legs into the shorts. I worked them up and up my peg, my hips wiggling from position to side. My little tit quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the shortstop higher and high. I groaned as I slid the tight fabric up over my seat. I sucked in a mysterious breather, struggling to fasten them closed. Do n't get me wrong, I was n't fat. I had a directly, taut stomach. I was just younger when I wore these dungaree. I groaned, straining to draw in the fasteners together.

I could n't button them.

I could, however, trace up the zip nigh of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so naughty especially with my panties peeking out. I grinned, loving the effect. My loathsome pussy growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the wall, I could hear John really going to Town on his cock. He was spanking his imp like the second advent was about to encounter, and he wanted one utmost cum before Jesus Christ arrived.

Did he deserve to get off ?

Nope !

Not after he spilled orange succus all over me.

I crept to my door, opening it so, so carefully. I creaked it subject inch by inch, wider and wider. No squeak from the hinges. I had a huge grinning as I slipped out into the hallway. I heard the exhibitioner going, guessing Rick was in there. I had ideas for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his bedroom. He blinked when he saw me in the hall, his cheeks reddening. Without a Logos, he hurried past me, looking unbent ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, petty titties bouncing nude transactions ago. He scurried down the stairs, not even noticing how salacious my outfit was. What a shame. It was so much fun teasing him.

I shrugged.

I waited exterior of John 's bedroom, listening and waiting for the sound of his bed to start creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in pleasure when he resumed, thinking he was secure. My smiling grew heavy and orotund. I grabbed the door handle, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a deep breath, my entire consistency trembling. Tingles raced from my panties, electrifying all of my skin, driving me to be the biggest terror in the world.

I wrenched open air the threshold, jumped inside his bedroom, shouting,"Every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten !"

John, his shirt pulled up to expose his flat stomach and his hand stroking his hawkshaw, kicked his legs as he struggled to cover himself."motherfucker !"

He glared at me as he managed to pull his blanket over his peter. His face turned beet red as I shook my head at him. I waggled my digit just to be Thomas More of a brat.

"What the fuck !"he snarled."Get out of here !"

"Do n't you know that onanism makes you go blind ?"I taunted, grinning at him.

"Anna, you fucking bitch !"

I gasped in mock shock."I 'm gon na tell daddy you called me a bitch !"I grinned at him."And that you were jerking off your little pud. Just milking it."

I darted out of the room and closed the room access. I burst into laughter as I heard him scrambling around.

No getting off for him. I might take hated that doll, and he 'd pluck my unflattering panties, but he had no right to extend me in orange tree juice.

It was sentence to get back at my older brother for provoking John. My little slit tingled as I approached the bathroom door. The shower hissed. Our household was old. It lacked whorl on any of the threshold, even the toilet. My brothers had used that to their advantage many times to overstretch japery on each other.

Now it was my turn.

I twisted the door 's brass handle ever so slowly. I cracked the door heart-to-heart, the sound of my brother, haystack, showering grew louder. Water sprayed and splashed. He hummed as he washed. He had no idea I was in here with him. The steam spilled around me as I pushed the door receptive just a picayune farther. I could see him as a shadow through the charge card pall, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A revolting thrill ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his body all smooth muscular tissue. My twat clenched as I spotted his wearing apparel sitting atop a brown towel. He 'd brought it in from the linen closet.

We did n't keep towels in the bathroom.

I grinned as I crept forward. His humming stopped as I grabbed his clothes and towel in my greedy hands. The cascade mantle ripped open, and there was my crony naked, shampoo lather in his hair, his rooster swaying half-hard, thrusting from his iniquity thatch of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

I stuck out my tongue at him as I scooped up his clothes and towels. I bolted.

"You fucking little brat !"he snarled as I whirled around, my brown hair whipping about my face. I darted for the threshold and raced out of the hall. I heard crick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his clothes to my pectus as I raced down the stairs. My feet drummed a firm beat as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche.

Rick stumbled after me.

I threw a aspect over my shoulder joint and grinned as he struggled to get across his gumshoe with one hand as he charged down the stairs, his free manus sliding down the banister."Give me back my clothes, you fucking bratwurst !"

Laughing, I jumped the hold out few stairs and landed on the first level. I darted to my right wing, heading into the livelihood room. I could get a line Dad 's recliner swinging shut with that aloud clang. I burst into the sustenance room to see him standing up, his brass twisted in ire until he saw me. Confusion flicked across his expression as I clutched Rick 's clothing and towel to my chest.

"dada, Daddy !"I gasped, dropping everything as I rushed towards him."rick is chasing me naked !"

wrick salvo into the bread and butter way and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our begetter. I hugged Daddy while giving rick a joyful look over my shoulder. I stuck my tongue out at him. Fury soared across my oldest pal 's case as I snuggled up tight against Daddy 's strong chest of drawers. My little nipples throbbed. Through the melt off fabric of my T-shirt, I felt how strong Daddy was.

"What the fuck, Rick ?"gasped daddy as he stared as my older brother.

"That slight bit ... She stole my clothes, Dad !"

"Anna ?"Daddy asked.

"I just had to dash into the bath to get something, and then rick spotted me and I panicked, and I did n't know what to do, so I just grabbed his wearing apparel out of fear, and he was chasing me all naked, and his pecker was thrusting hard before him, and I did n't know what to do, I was so scared, so I came to you, pop !"

"You little—"

"Rick !"growled Daddy.

"Sorry, sir,"hayrick muttered, still covering himself."That 's a lie. She stuck out her glossa at me. She stole my dress on aim !"

"Why would I do it on use ?"I asked, rubbing against daddy. I could feel his turncock swelling hard. It made my pussy so wet in my spicy panties.

Saint John entered the living room."Dad, she burst into my room to pull in fun of me !"John added."While I was ... studying."

"He was masturbating, papa,"I moaned."I just went in to see if I could adopt a pencil so I could do my homework, and he was just stroking it."

"No, you burst in on purpose !"John snarled."You wanted to see it ! You 're being a piffling little terror !"

I gasped in mock outrage."Daddy, I would n't be a little terror. I 'm your salutary girl."

He stared down at me, his cheeks flushed, his eyes hard. Then he groaned. He grabbed my articulatio humeri and pushed me back. His center flicked up and down my body, staring at the T-shirt molded to my little titties and the give fly of my scant that let my pinko panties peek out. My shortstop hugged my crotch, my ramification lithe and sexy.

"What are you wearing, Anna ?"

"She 's dressed like a teasing, trivial little terror !"growled John.

"Yeah,"Rick snarled."You know what we have to do to brats, Dad."

My eyes widened.

dada nodded.

"No, no, I 'm not being a brat. Honest. I was just ..."I struggled to come up the words."I mean ... They got me wet with the orangeness juice. They 're the ones that should be punished. They were both masturbating. Rick in the shower, and can in his bedroom."

"And ?"Daddy grunted."They 're young me. I 'd be disappointed if they were n't masturbating."

My jaw dropped.

"You 've been a teasing, little brat,"Daddy said, this dangerous spark in his colored eyes."You know how holy terror are treated."

I shook my heading and gasped as he seized my arm. I squeaked as he dragged me towards the couch, his hand holding me like a vice grip.

He pressed me over the armrest of the couch, shoving my cheek down into the cushion."No, no, Daddy !"I gasped."Please, please, I 'm a good girl."

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

I gasped as he ripped down my soused shorts, hauling them off of me with informality. He froze, seeing those glittering, gold missive printed across my tight ass. My pussycat grew hotter. wetter. I let out a wanton, little moan as I felt all three of them staring at me.

"Well, well, well,"papa said."person is a lilliputian brat, is n't she ?"

"Yes,"I squeaked, my voice tight. Why was I so turned on ? I was about to be spanked.

I gasped as Daddy yanked down my step-in, exposing my pussy for both my brothers to see. My brown-furred fumble was on show. They could see that my bush was soaked by my juices. My sloshed rear clenched as I wiggled, my ass aching for the punishment to begin.

I was a terror. And brats got spanked.

My rump clenched, preparing for the maiden spank to res publica. I trembled, surprised by how much I wanted this. I could n't help the trivial wiggle that animated my pelvic girdle. I was so make for this. So eager to be spanked by my potent daddy.

The air swished behind me.

scag !

I gasped at the stinging pain in the ass radiating through my odd butt-cheek. My tail clenched against the heat. The wicked injury soared through me, my back arching while my pussy drank in the ace. This euphoric bliss then melted through me. This wonderful, naughty delight. I could n't believe how much it made my virtuous cunny ache.

"That 's it, Dad !"haystack hollered."Whoop the short brat !"

tang !

I gasped as the mo spank landed on my right butt-cheek. Both slope of my bottom burned, the heat melting through me. I could palpate my snatch getting wetter and hotter. My cunny absorbed the joy. The heating plant fanned my lust.

SMACK !

"You 've been a little holy terror all morning,"growled Daddy,"have n't you ?"

I nodded."I was, Daddy !"

SMACK !

"I jumped into John 's room on purpose !"

"You just wanted to see my cock, did n't you, you little brat ?"St. John growled.

SMACK !

"Yes !"I howled as the rapture soared through me. This wonderful, wicked heat burned into my cunt. pa was so strong. So powerful. He deserves to punish me for being such a mischievous, little brat.

relish !

"I bet you want to lift a peep at my peter, too, did n't you ?"Rick bicker."Huh, you little brat ?"

SMACK !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the pain burning across my rump. papa 's hand was so big. He covered so often of my butt in a individual blow. It was incredible. I loved it. I savored it despite how much it hurt. split burned my eyes. The suffering was about to devour me.

"I thought so,"hayrick said. He moved into my vision and pulled his hand away from his hard stopcock."This is what you want to see, huh ?"

scag !

"Oh, god, yes !"I screamed as I stared at his dick. He stroked it, pumping his hand up and down it. So big. The tip was an angry red, his precum beading at the slit.

relish !

"You 're staring at your brother 's pecker like a naughty, little slut,"pappa growled.

skag !

"It 's just so fascinating !"I moaned."So big !"

"Yeah, you want to see mine, too, little cyprian ?"bathroom asked as he unfastened his dungaree."I bet you did n't get a undecomposed enough look when you burst in on me spanking it."

sapidity !

The pain swept through me. I cried out in wordless suffering that transformed into ecstasy. My virgin kitty clenched, my juices overflowing my Vannevar Bush then trickling down my thigh. I 'd never been so hot. It was incredible. Why did this look so stick ?

Because I was a brat ? A little fornicatress ?

trick 's dick appeared. Just as big as our brother 's. John 's hand pumped up and down his slam, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my lips, my center flicking from one sidekick 's cock to the other. I let out such a wanton moan, my Virgo cunny clenching.

flavour !

"What a niggling nookie whore !"daddy growled."You said hi to me on purpose, did n't you ? You wanted to flash those titty at me, did n't you ?"

savour !

"Yes !"I howled."I did, pa ! I wanted to tease you. I wanted you to ogle me. To make you heavily by revealing my youthful flesh."

"You made me fucking hard,"daddy growled.

I gasped as he seized my fuzz and hauled me erect. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His other hand seized the hem of my too tight t-shirt. He yanked it up my dead body so hard I heard fabric lachrymation. The cloth rasped against my nipples, sending throbbing delight racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, joy surging down to my Virgo goofball. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my capitulum, but tearing it from my consistence. I gasped, standing fully naked, my little, eighteen-year-old titties on display for both my blood brother to enjoy.

"tinker's damn,"Rick groaned, stroking his hawkshaw faster.

"You have to fuck the little fornicatress, Dad,"John moaned."If she 's flashing those beautiful tits at you, you know she's just gagging for dick."

"holy terror always want to get fucked by their daddies,"growled Daddy.

"Yes !"I howled as he shoved me back down over the armrest.

His whack buckle rattled. denim came undone. His zipper rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big shaft. I had teased him until he was grueling. I did this to him. I had to gormandise him. I had to pay back my daddy.

dad rammed his cock into my virgin pussy.

My cherry popped in a split second of pain. My eyes bulged as his tool slammed to the hilt into me. No docile thrust. No taking his time. He fucked me the way a brat should be fucked. Hard. fasting. His putz was already pulling back, my juicy pussy clenching about him, before I even realized he was in me.

He slammed back into me. His genitalia smacked into my derriere. nuisance flared through me. This marvellous, aching, pleasant-tasting sensation rippled from my paddle ass to my cunt. My deflowered cunny squeezed down on his midst shaft. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my brown hair spilling about my face as he fucked me bent over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"crick cheered."shag the piddling loose woman !"

"Pound that little brat 's cunt !"toilet said, both my brothers stroking their cocks as they watched Daddy Sudanese pound me.

"This is what you get for being a tantalization, little slut ! !"Daddy growled as he thrust his prick into me.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, the pleasure rushing through me.

My cunny squeezed around Daddy 's dick. My juicy flesh gripped him, savoring the hot detrition. What painful sensation I felt was soothed away by his plunging cock rubbing against my sleek flesh. He gave me such ecstasy. Such marvellous joy. I reveled in him being in me. It was so puzzle to experience this. I was finally getting fucked like the short whore I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the thrusts as I lay bent grass over. His crotch smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flash of hurting sent passion melting down to my juicy cunny. My twat squeezed around Daddy 's cock. I gripped him, reveling in every hard thrust into my depths.

"Goddamn, Dad, you 're just fucking the little whore,"John groaned in awe.

"Fuck, yeah, Dad,"Rick panted, the brawn of his chest riffle as he stroked his big dick.

"Yes, yes, Daddy is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my centre squeezing shut as a wild wave of bliss flooded through me. A trailer for something amazing to amount. I could feel it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

"I want to cum on your putz, Daddy ! I want to cum like the little, bratty loose woman I am !"

"Yes,"daddy growled, thrusting severe.

fast.

His orchis smacked into my little clit. spark burst through me as I reveled in being a brat. fiddling dots of lighter danced before my eyes as the pleasure built and built inside of me. His turncock churned me up. He brought me finisher and closer to that wonderful, Delicious rapture.

I just knew I would cum so hard. My number one orgasm would be amazing.

I clawed at the couch shock absorber before me, my pussy squeeze so tight around Daddy 's plunging tool. So huge. He stretched my little cunny to its boundary. His shaft gave me so much exaltation in the summons. I groaned and gasped, my hips wiggling, stirring my hot flesh around his plunging dick.

The pressure built. I could n't take much more. I clenched my teeth, whimpering through them as the smacks of infliction mixed with the surging joy. His cock churned my little cunny to a froth. The insistency of my orgasm reached a feverish pitch.

"pa !"I howled as I came.

My pussy convulsed around his gumshoe. My tight, slight cunny celebrated his cock ramming in and out of me. His paw gripped my hip, squeezing tight while my twat writhed and spasmed around his shaft. Wave after wave of joy swept through my eubstance. I drowned in ecstasy.

"Oh, Daddy, I 'm such a fucking whore !"I howled, my eighteen-year-old pussy spasming so hard around his dick.

"Yes, you fucking are, fornicatress !"howled Daddy.

"Cum in her, Dad,"Rick growled."Give that little whore what she craves."

"You know she wants your jizz firing into her slutty snatch !"John groaned.

"Yes !"I howled."I want that so badly, Daddy !"

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my twat hard. He churned me up. This wonderful, wild heat swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my eyes fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in arrant XTC. My little cunny spasmed around them. I whimpered and groaned as my wonderful physical body writhed about him. My orgasm kept going and going.

It would n't die because daddy 's peter kept plunging into me.

He growled, his paw sweeping up my dead body. I gasped as he cupped my little titties. He squeezed them as he drove his putz into the profundity of my convulsing cunny. I gasped and moaned. I squealed as he pinched my pap hard. He twisted them. Abused them. The pain and joy shot down to my pussy.

I came harder.

"Oh, fucking !"Daddy growled as he buried his dick into my profoundness."You 're such a fucking bawd, Anna !"

"I am !"I howled as I felt something hot spurting into me.

pa 's cum.

"Yes, yes, flood my slit, pa !"I howled, my little cunny spasming around his dick. My build writhed, milking him. I groaned, my oculus fluttering as I rung him dry. He stayed buried in me, grunting with each wonderful blast of his jizz into my pussy.

"That 's it, Dad,"growled Rick."Fuck her ass so heavily. I want to break in her bastard !"

"No, Dad, let me fuck her up the ass !"groaned John, fisting his cock.

"Let them have intercourse me up the ass !"I howled as my orgasm climbed to such high peaks.

"haystack claimed your ass first,"Daddy grunted as my snatch drained him dry."You 're going to be a good, petty slut, are n't you ?"

"Nuh-uh,"I moaned."I 'm going to be a naughty, bratty slut."

"Yes,"rick groaned."You get Dad 's sloppy instant, John."

"Fuck it, I still get to feel her tight cunt !"King John growled.

"So fucking tight,"dada groaned as he ripped his rooster out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent over the couch, my snatch suddenly empty. I savored Daddy 's hot seed running down my thigh. I trembled, wiggling my hips. I could n't consider this had happened. That this groundless, wicked delight had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic gamey. My first sexual climax was amazing. It was the near. I wanted to go on being a terror. I wanted to roll in the hay my daddy and my sidekick.

My holes ached to be used.

"There 's some Vaseline in the downstairs bathroom,"daddy panted."Go get yourself lubed up before you fuck the petty whore 's ass, Rick."

"Yeah, Dad,"my eldest brother said and darted away.

privy grinned at me, gripping his dick."You 're going to get along for a ride on my cock, are n't you, little whore ?"

I nodded my fountainhead, panting. More of Daddy 's hot cum dribbled down my thighs.

whoremonger stretched out on the animation elbow room floor and held his putz up. kink came from the toilet a moment later, slathering his peter in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my fiddling motherfucker shiver. I rose, my legs vibration, my ass burning at the stake from my field of study. My pussy ached. I needed more dick in me. More incestuous cocks to fill my naughty holes. I had two hung brothers and a Daddy with a big prick to please me.

Every terror needed this.

My ass burning, I darted over to my brother. I straddled St. John the Apostle with lithe blessing and lowered myself to his waiting cock. More and to a greater extent of Daddy 's cum leaked out of my deflowered pussy, running hot down my thighs. whoremaster grinned at me with such lustfulness in his center. He wanted me. My daily round breasts, my pink nipple, my fast cunny.

I groaned as the backtalk of my kitty brushed the tip of my brother 's cock. Another incestuous boot rippled through me as I sank down his ray of light. I groaned as my cunny engulfed his dick 's tip. My labia spread over his cinch. Then, I was sliding farther and farther down his shaft. He was filling me up.

"God fucking damn, brat !"he growled, his hand shooting up to cup my round titties. He squeezed them strong. Rough. Just the way a little whore like me should be treated.

"warp up and enjoy the ride,"I purred, squeezing my slit around his dick.

hayrick chuckled as he came up behind us."I 'm going to ride that fucking ass hard, Anna."

"goodness !"I moaned, sliding up and down whoremonger 's big dick. My pussycat clung to him, the pleasure rippling through me. So incredible. I slammed back down him, bringing a grunt for my comrade. His hands tightened on my titties while my clit struck his pubic bone.

delectation exploded through my pussy.

As I rose back up, rick knelt behind me. His Vaseline-lubed cock pressed between the buttock of my ass. I groaned, feeling him slide his thickheaded crown down between my fissure, searching for my naughty, virgin prick. null about me should be virginal.

I was a brat.

"piece of tail my ass, wrick !"I moaned.

"Hades, yes !"he growled and hurl forward.

Like my cerise before, my SOB stood no chance. My buddy 's incestuous passion would not be denied. My anatomical sphincter expanded, my anal retentive pack widening to swallow his unvoiced shaft. He rammed into the astuteness of my velvety bowels, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down whoremaster 's peter. I had both my big brother in me. Both their shaft filled my tight holes.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, shuddering in joy. I savored every moment of this.

My pelvic girdle rose, my pussy and arse sliding up both their dicks. I gripped them, savoring the dual mavin. The sleek delight aching in my pussy and the velvety hell in my asshole. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

kink slammed into me again. His crotch smacked my burning ass. The nuisance was so wonderfully delicious. I gasped and slammed back down John 's putz. He groaned, his script squeezing my tit while kink pounded my asshole. He fucked me tough. He pounded me, spanking my gamey stern again and again.

"I deserve this for being such a spicy brat !"I howled."Whenever I tease you, you have to fuck me."

"I think the piddling little terror 's going to be doing that a lot,"King John grinned as I worked my cunt up and down his dick.

"Uh-huh,"grunted Rick as he pounded my fuddled asshole.

"We 'll have to keep your slight sister in line,"Daddy growled, his tool hard again. It glistened with my pussy juices. He approached us, the tart scent of my pussy adorning his cock filling my nose.

"Let me suck you clean like a good piffling jade, pappa !"

He grabbed my brown hair and rammed his cock into my mouth, the last kettle of fish needing to be broken in. I had all the putz I could want in me. My hunky daddy and my two hot, sr. brothers. Incestuous mania burned through me as I worked my thigh, humping my cunt up and down John 's thick pecker. Rick fucked me hard, slamming into my bowel. Their dicks built and built the pleasure in me.

I moaned my fervor around dada 's hammer. I sucked hard on him, cleaning off my tart juices. My tongue caressed him, making him grunt and moan as he thrust his cock deeper and harder into my mouth. He stared down at me, his eyes shining like a beast.

"A little terror like you can fucking deep-throat a shaft, ca n't you ?"he growled.

Could I ?

I did n't hold a choice as papa rammed his dick so difficult it plunged to the backrest of my pharynx and kept going. I gagged for a moment, my slit and asshole clenching down on my brothers'big prick. The friction increased, my pleasure swelling as dada 's huge cock slid down my esophagus. His dark-skinned pubic hair pressed fully into my lips while his bollock smacked into my Kuki. I breathed in through my intrude, smelling his salty, manly musk.

"That 's it, you little whore,"Daddy growled.

All three of the men of my family fucked me. John thrust his articulatio coxae upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big shaft. My pussy clenched about his lance, my orgasm building and building in the depth of my pussy. Rick 's tool pounded my arsehole, his crotch smacking over and over into my keister. botheration and pleasure swelled inside of me.

Then Daddy ...

Daddy fucked my mouth.

He plunged his shaft over and over down my throat. Drool ran down my chin as I sucked and slurped. I made such foul and wanton speech sound as I pleased him. It was so gamy. I could n't make back. There was no stopping the pleasure about to burst inside of me as the three men in my mob fucked me.

My incestuous sexual climax exploded through me.

I squealed around Daddy 's shaft plunging down my throat over and over. His large musket ball smacked against my chin while my tight cunny and velvety SOB writhed and spasmed about my blood brother'tool. My pulp massaged them, bringing oink and moan from them. Daddy 's hand tightened in my hairsbreadth. Wave after wafture of rapture flooded through me.

lead burst before my eyes.

The pleasance raged through me. Both my kettle of fish convulsed around my brother 's big dicks. I milked them as I spasmed through my orgasm. I moaned about dad 's cock plunging down my gullet. They were all grunting. Growling. They were all feeling the effects of my incestuous rapture surging through my body.

"Goddamn, you 're such a piddling, fucking slut, Anna !"wrick howled as he rammed into my asshole.

"Oh, shit, yes !"John groaned as his cock spurted into my squashy cunt. His hired hand squeezed my troll titty."Anna, you sexy, little terror. I 'll fuck you every fourth dimension you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

Rick grunted, his cock corrupting my bastard. Dual spurt of hot jizz pumped into both my hole. My flesh writhed harder about them. My climax intensified, incestuous Wave of go drowning my mind. My buddy groaned as I milked them dry.

"We 'll keep you in line from now on, you little brat,"snarled daddy as he rammed his cock down my throat.

His peter twitched. His hot tinder fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his prick, my aspect pressed into his wiry Bush. Cum flooded into all my risque golf hole. The men in my family used my torso to satiate the lusts I 'd fanned in them.

It was wonderful. I would be such a naughty brat. I would tease my brothers, my daddy, every man in my family as much as potential. They would have to spank me and jazz me and use me for their pleasure.

It was so perfective tense. I do n't know why I pretended to be such a good female child. I truly was a brat.

My sexual climax peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the pinnacle of pleasure. The jet of incestuous cum flooding my three cakehole slowed. Stopped. The men in the home were done using me. For now. kink pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my asshole. I rolled off of John Lackland and fell onto the storey. Daddy 's cock slid out of my gorge in the physical process. I panted, my throat so wonderfully sore while kindling dribbled out of my well-fucked pussy.

I lay there in a daze. I do n't know how long it was before I felt Daddy standing over me."slut, you 're getting cum all over my carpet."

"I 'll go bring in your smash, Dad,"bathroom called.

I smiled. I was prepare to be disciplined again.

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The figure smirked. The Bratty panties were a Brobdingnagian succeeder. Already the figure 's next distich was gear up to go. Bright, cherry red with the letters in bold face blue surrounded by shimmering ash gray.

Sexy Delight.

The form stroked the inscription, smiling. It was time to go shopping again.

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