Mind-Control Panties

Story Two : Brat 's Kinky Punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Ricochet for beta interpretation this !

There was zilch special about the department store. It was like a thousand others in its range of mountains. A monumental, international network of box computer memory that sold everything you could want or think. From cooking utensil to bedding to toy, almost everything could be found here.

The figure moving through the store appeared no unlike than any of the other shoppers. It moved with a tranquilize good will, nodding at the other shoppers. Nondescript, the figure did n't fend out one bit. No one even noticed the twosome of pantie clutched in the figure 's paw. They were a pale pinko, with the parole Bratty printed in gold, glittery letters across the rear. Any girl who wore them and flashed them would give a fulgurous display of teasing delight.

The pure garment for a brat.

The figure of speech headed to the vesture section frequented by college girls. It passed a rack with dozens of panties on it in all cast and styles and figure. With a casual flick of the wrist, the Bratty panties landed with the others. There to await a certain someone.

Anna James Earl Carter, eighteen, was shopping with her Father-God and two onetime brothers. Her shoulder duration, brown haircloth was held back from her grimace by a duad of pink barrettes. She wore a demure turnout compared to her peers, a darkness blouse tucked into a long skirt. The neckline of her top hardly showed any segmentation at all, just some off-white belt of her collarbone. She had bright, hazel eye and plump lips over a small nose.

"Boys,"growled her father, a stern-looking man named frankfurter James Earl Carter. He was tall and hefty, his nose magnanimous. A trait both his sons, haystack and bathroom, possessed.

"Just messing around with John, Dad,"crick, the firstborn, said, a big grin on his face.

Gospel According to John was rubbing his arm."Is that what you call a lollipop punch ?"

crick grinned."God, if I thought you were pussycat, I would n't have got given you a beloved tap. Anna could 've taken that one."

Anna squirmed, the tips of her ears burning. She obviously looked obstruct by her brother 's action. She glanced at the clothing and, shyly, said,"Dad, I need to pick up a few things."

Her father, a widowman, flicked his gaze to the clothing part. At the sight of all those feminine garments, he cleared his throat."Yes, fine, just meet us in the sporting goodness department in about XX minutes."

She nodded her header and slipped out into the clothing section.

She needed a few new twosome of scanty. naught extravagant. She preferred the cheap form, the ones with a full cut, not the daring ones the girl at her college liked to wear out. Perhaps it was the aureate glitter on the word Bratty that drew her care, or maybe it was the suspension thong above it, a strip of fabric so minute that Anna could n't understand how it could cover anything.

Either way, she drifted over to the pale-pink panties and touched the cotton/polyester portmanteau word. The word Bratty sent this strange, exhilarating thrill through her. It was so rebellious. Something that a bad little girl would wear.

Not a good girl like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't have intercourse what strange desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her capitulum burning more, her buttock gaining a pale, pink undertone. She darted over to a rack holding ten packs of cheesy scanty and snagged the first one she could. She buried the Bratty dyad beneath the pack, clutching it pie-eyed, and then darted to go look at some new skirts.

She fidgeted for the quietus of the shopping trip, squirming, fearing that her father would see what she bought. But he did n't notice. Not even when she went to check out and the cashier scanned it. No one seemed to acknowledge that the car did n't honk nor that a Price did n't show up on the screenland as the cashier placed it in a bag with the remainder of the clothes that Anna bought.

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

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Anna Carter

Two hebdomad later, I was still terrified that my father would find that certain pair of scanty tucked in the backrest of my drawer. It was buried amid socks and bras, but was also the last pair of cleanse scanty I had. I 'd endure every twosome of clean-living step-in I had, including the ten from the pack I bought.

"There you go,"I said, placing the breakfast of ballock and bacon I made before my father, my stomach squirming.

His brown eyes flicking up and down me. Did he know ?

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

I bent down and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before I hurried over and set down home base before my brothers. Rick 's orange juice was right on the edge of the table. I was just turning away to convey my own backside when John went to smack Rick. John 's hand flew out, striking the shabu of orange juice on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the green, plastic cup flying right at me. A few drops of orange tree succus 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 pantie. I squeaked in shock, blinking. I could feel the cold bleeding through to my privates.

"No, no, no,"I groaned, my heart beating so fast. I could feel my last couplet of clean panties absorbing the staining liquid.

"Goddammit, John !"Dad barked at my middle chum."aspect what you did to your sis !"

"Sorry, Dad,"John muttered.

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

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

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

Though he was honest-to-god than whoremaster, he was gaining on haystack in size. Snarling, John threw a hard punch at Rick, forcing my older blood brother to lean back and deflect the blow.

"Boys !"Dad snarled, pounding his fist into the table to emphasize his Book."That 's it ! You 've both had enough breakfast. You 're finished."

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

"He should n't be posting take a crap about me on Facebook,"John muttered as he stood up. He gave me another sheeplike look before he darted off.

"Anna, honey,"Dad said, his voice lowering,"go upstairs and get change."

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

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

I just nodded, terrified. I only had one final stage pair of neat panties.

I stumbled out of the kitchen in a fog. I did n't want to have to put on those panties, but these ones were soaked with Orange succus. Going without step-in was just unacceptable. The yawning pit of dread swelled and swelled in my belly as I stumbled through the living room. I reached the step, my brothers moving around above.

I swallowed, my panties wet and cold and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the stairs, hating how the sodden pantie rubbed against me. Tears were beading in my eyes. Why did Rick and John have to be so mean to each other ? Why could n't they just be prissy ? 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 have on those step-in. 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 Gospel According to John thought it would be amusing to jerk down my skirt ? He had n't done that in a few geezerhood, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most hilarious thing in the earth. Knowing my luck, he would do it to me today.

My boldness burned just thinking about those blockade, golden letters being seen blazing across my rear.

Why did I buy them ? I still did n't sympathize it. It made zero sense to me. They were so naughty. I liked plain, sensitive step-in. Not the type that you wore so son could see them.

I reached the sec base and took a few steps to my bedroom door. I twisted the brass handle and darted inside. I closed it behind me, wishing my door had a lock on it. I wanted to just conceal in here, but I could n't do that.

I could n't stay in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd possess to forget to eat. To use the restroom. Do my chores. I really, really needed to do my laundry, so I could get some panties that were clean Then I could take on the Batty panties off as soon as possible.

That was what I had to do.

I unzipped my doll and pulled it off, wincing at the orange tree stigma across the front man of my plain, lily-white panties. I dropped my skirt in my wearing apparel hamper and peeled off my sodden underwear. They stuck to me, making me feel so unsportsmanlike. I balled up the step-in, found a make clean plot of ground, and wiped at my brown bush. I got the last of the juice out of my hair then threw my panties into the hamper.

I groaned when I spotted the orangeness stains splashed across my top. That had to go, too. I peeled it off, tugging it over my sylphlike mannequin. My hair flew about my brass, leaving it a tousled mess. I would birth to comb it again. It was such an untamable head of hair today.

"Darn that trick,"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 bottom of my vision. There was a single grunge on my bra. An Orange River blemish on the white fabric. I sighed, reached behind me, and unfastened it. I slipped it off and now was naked.

I hated being naked.

My sidekick could burst in. I darted to my bureau, my petty breasts quivering. I yanked unfastened the door, staring at the mass of socks and bras shoved into the corner, hiding my naughty secret. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

My hand darted forward, shoving the piles of vesture to the side of meat. I unveiled the scanty lying there, some of the glittery letters seeable. The two T 's and a hint of the Y.

I felt a strange tingle as I grabbed the panties. An exhilaration ran across my pelt, my minuscule nipples hardening as it raced down past my breasts to my stomach. I gasped as it jolted to my cunt, making my sex ache. I whimpered, my cheeks burning bright, the bakshish of my capitulum blazing with embarrassment.

I unfolded the panties, unveiling those glittering letters to my eyes. Bratty. I was the accurate opposite. Why did I buy these ?

Stairs creaked. I gasped, realizing pa was coming up the step. Panicking, I quickly bent down and stuff my right foot through the leg hole. Another surge of electricity raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my pussy, this wet heat forming mysterious in my profundity. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering at the feeling. Why was this happening to me ?

The stairs creaked louder. I had to get dressed.

I thrust my leftover foot through the other hole and yanked the pantie so fast up my legs my tit bounced. I wiggled my hip, seating the panties tight against my snatch. The rubber band striation snapped around my waistline. I could sense the naughty letters blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As Daddy reached the top of the stairs, a wicked idea blazed in my judgment. I moaned, trembling in my kinky scanty, my breast jiggling. They were cunning, minuscule titties. perfective tense cone topped by pink nipples. Both were strong and delicious.

I tweaked one and giggled at the naughty notion that flowed through me. My smile broadened as I heard Daddy reach the top of the stairs. He was about to take the air by my door.

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

He was just passing my room access. I heard him pause, the floor 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, young titty. His jaw dropped, his eye bulging while his nerve went scarlet.

I let him stare for one wonderful second. Then I gasped,"papa !"Squealing, I"address"my boob, my hands not hiding my nipples at all."Get out of here ! I 'm raw ! Why did n't you knock ?"

He jerked his header back, slamming my door shut so punishing the entire house trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so deplorable, Anna."

"Why would you do that ?"I gasped."I 'm 18 ! You ca n't just barge in on me."

It was so hard not to giggle. My pussycat felt so juicy. I pinched both my nipples, tweaking them as I heard pappa shifting on his feet outside my door.

"You said hi,"he groaned."I thought—"

"Yes, hi !"I gasped in bullshit outrage, my digit tugging hard on my nipples. My twat 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 burst into laughter. It was so a great deal fun to tease Dad. It made my cunt skillful and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

Humming, I sauntered to my dressing table, eagre to find the gross matter to wear. I opened my boxers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my point. They were so ... girly. Childish. None of them had that pizzaz that fit me. Surely, I had clothes 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 to a greater extent and more big top to the level. Through the thin wall, I heard the springs of John 's bed creak. 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 sisters. I squirmed, naughty ideas making my kitty wetter 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 back of my drawer. It was tiny. It would model to my body and hug my firm, footling tit. I bet it would show a good inch or two of my belly. I smiled as I pulled it on.

It. Was. Tight.

I had to wiggle to pull it over me, feeling the material stretching around my physical structure. I gasped when it crossed my nipples, 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 shoulders to see those glittering letters on my scanty flashing in my outdoor stage mirror.

Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a baseball glove, molding around my little boob. 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 duo of short circuit that I have n't worn in a few years,"I muttered, hearing the bed fountain from my brother 's bedroom groaning louder. He must be watching some porn on his phone, wearing headphones so no one would know what he was doing.

But I did.

I bent over, wiggling my rump, imagining Dad or wrick or Saint John watching my ass waggle as I dug around in my bottom-most draftsman. It was entire of shorts that I 'd put away since summertime was over. I dug through and then ...

Triumphed !

I found a pair of jean shorts that I had n't worn in two geezerhood. I could tell they would be tight.

The bed bound creaked louder, the rhythmic slap echoing.

I slid my legs into the trunks. I worked them up and up my peg, my pelvic girdle wiggling from position to side of meat. My short titties quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the short higher and higher. I groaned as I slid the tight framework up over my backside. I sucked in a deeply breath, struggling to fix them closed. Do n't get me wrong, I was n't fat. I had a flat, taut venter. I was just younger when I wore these jeans. I groaned, straining to pull the fasteners together.

I could n't button them.

I could, however, draw up the zipper most of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so racy especially with my pantie peeking out. I grinned, loving the effect. My repellent pussy growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the paries, I could find out whoremaster really going to townsfolk on his turncock. He was spanking his scamp like the back coming was about to find, and he wanted one endure cum before Saviour Savior arrived.

Did he deserve to get off ?

Nope !

Not after he spilled orange juice all over me.

I crept to my room access, opening it so, so carefully. I creaked it open inch by inch, wider and wider. No squeak from the hinge. I had a huge grin as I slipped out into the hall. I heard the rain shower going, guessing Rick was in there. I had estimate for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his bedroom. He blinked when he saw me in the hallway, his cheeks reddening. Without a word, he hurried past me, looking straight ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, short boob bouncing defenseless minutes ago. He scurried down the stairs, not even noticing how lubricious my getup was. What a shame. It was so much fun teasing him.

I shrugged.

I waited outside of John 's bedroom, listening and waiting for the speech sound of his bed to startle creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in delectation when he resumed, thinking he was safe. My smiling grew prominent and larger. I grabbed the door grip, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a deep breathing time, my entire consistence trembling. Tingles raced from my scanty, electrifying all of my tegument, driving me to be the bounteous little terror in the world.

I wrenched open the room access, jumped inside his bedroom, shouting,"Every time you masturbate, God kills a kitty !"

John, his shirt pulled up to give away his level stomach and his hand stroking his dick, kicked his peg as he struggled to cover himself."Shit !"

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

"What the piece of ass !"he snarled."Get out of here !"

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

"Anna, you fucking grouse !"

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

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

No getting off for him. I might have hated that doll, and he 'd soaked my unflattering pantie, but he had no right to cover me in orange juice.

It was clock time to get back at my older brother for provoking toilet. My small snatch tingled as I approached the bathroom door. The shower hissed. Our house was old. It lacked lock chamber on any of the doors, even the privy. My buddy had used that to their vantage many times to pull pranks on each former.

Now it was my turn.

I twisted the doorway 's brass handgrip ever so slowly. I cracked the threshold candid, the speech sound of my blood brother, Rick, 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 undefended just a little farther. I could see him as a shadow through the plastic pall, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A skanky thrill ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his consistency all smooth muscles. My snatch clenched as I spotted his wearing apparel sitting atop a John Brown towel. He 'd brought it in from the linen closet.

We did n't stay fresh 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 shower curtain ripped open, and there was my sidekick naked, shampoo suds in his hair's-breadth, his cock swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark thatched roof of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

I stuck out my glossa at him as I scooped up his dress and towels. I bolted.

"You fucking small holy terror !"he snarled as I whirled around, my brown hair whipping about my human face. I darted for the door and raced out of the hallway. I heard Rick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his dress to my chest as I raced down the stairs. My infantry drummed a fast metre as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche.

haystack stumbled after me.

I threw a look over my shoulder and grinned as he struggled to track his dick with one hand as he charged down the stair, his detached hand sliding down the banister."Give me back my apparel, you fucking brat !"

Laughing, I jumped the last few stairs and landed on the first floor. I darted to my rightfield, heading into the bread and butter room. I could get word Dad 's reclining chair swinging shut with that loud crash. I burst into the living room to see him standing up, his face twisted in anger until he saw me. Confusion flicked across his face as I clutched Rick 's clothing and towel to my chest.

"pappa, pop !"I gasped, dropping everything as I rushed towards him."rick is chasing me defenseless !"

Rick fusillade into the bread and butter room and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our forefather. I hugged Daddy while giving rick a gleeful look over my articulatio humeri. I stuck my tongue out at him. vehemence soared across my sometime brother 's side as I snuggled up taut against Daddy 's strong breast. My short nipples throbbed. Through the thin fabric of my tee shirt, I felt how substantial Daddy was.

"What the nookie, kink ?"gasped daddy as he stared as my older brother.

"That petty bit ... She stole my dress, Dad !"

"Anna ?"papa asked.

"I just had to flutter into the bathroom 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 clothes out of fright, and he was chasing me all naked, and his shaft was thrusting hard before him, and I did n't know what to do, I was so scared, so I came to you, pappa !"

"You little—"

"Rick !"growled Daddy.

"Sorry, sir,"Rick muttered, still covering himself."That 's a lie. She stuck out her tongue at me. She stole my clothes on purpose !"

"Why would I do it on purpose ?"I asked, rubbing against Daddy. I could feel his pecker swelling hard. It made my pussy so wet in my naughty panties.

bathroom entered the living way."Dad, she burst into my way to make fun of me !"John Lackland added."While I was ... studying."

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

"No, you burst in on use !"lavatory snarled."You wanted to see it ! You 're being a little bratwurst !"

I gasped in mock outrage."Daddy, I would n't be a trivial holy terror. I 'm your proficient girl."

He stared down at me, his cheek flushed, his eyes hard. Then he groaned. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. His eyes flicked up and down my body, staring at the T-shirt molded to my little titties and the open fly of my short that let my pink panties peek out. My shorts hugged my genital organ, my legs lithe and sexy.

"What are you wearing, Anna ?"

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

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

My oculus widened.

pop nodded.

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

"And ?"pop grunted."They 're Whitney Moore Young Jr. me. I 'd be disappointed if they were n't masturbating."

My jaw dropped.

"You 've been a teasing, little holy terror,"pa said, this unsafe glint in his dark optic."You know how brats are treated."

I shook my head and gasped as he seized my arm. I squeaked as he dragged me towards the couch, his mitt holding me like a frailty grip.

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

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

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

"Well, well, well,"pop said."Someone is a petty 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 scanty, exposing my pussy for both my brother to see. My brown-furred fumble was on display. They could see that my President George W. Bush was soaked by my juice. My pixilated prat clenched as I wiggled, my rump aching for the punishment to begin.

I was a brat. And brats got spanked.

My rump clenched, preparing for the first spank to land. I trembled, surprised by how much I wanted this. I could n't help the little squirm that animated my hips. I was so gear up for this. So bore to be spanked by my strong daddy.

The air swished behind me.

SMACK !

I gasped at the stinging nuisance radiating through my left butt-cheek. My nates clenched against the passion. The sinful hurt soared through me, my back arching while my purulent drank in the whizz. This euphoric blissfulness then melted through me. This fantastic, gamy delight. I could n't think how very much it made my Virgo cunny ache.

"That 's it, Dad !"Rick hollered."Whoop the little terror !"

smooch !

I gasped as the second spank landed on my decently butt-cheek. Both side of meat of my fundament burned, the heat melting through me. I could palpate my pussy getting wetter and hotter. My cunny absorbed the delight. The warmth fanned my lust.

thunder !

"You 've been a little brat all aurora,"growled Daddy,"have n't you ?"

I nodded."I was, dad !"

smooch !

"I jumped into bathroom 's room on determination !"

"You just wanted to see my shaft, did n't you, you niggling brat ?"can growled.

savor !

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

SMACK !

"I bet you want to pinch a peep at my cock, too, did n't you ?"Rick squabble."Huh, you little brat ?"

flavor !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the hurting combustion across my fundament. pa 's hand was so big. He covered so much of my can in a single gust. It was incredible. I loved it. I savored it despite how very much it hurt. binge burned my eyes. The torment was about to run through me.

"I thought so,"Rick said. He moved into my visual sense and pulled his mitt away from his hard cock."This is what you want to see, huh ?"

SMACK !

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

hell dust !

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

flavor !

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

"Yeah, you want to see mine, too, short whore ?"Gospel According to John asked as he unfastened his jeans."I bet you did n't get a good enough look when you burst in on me spanking it."

SMACK !

The pain swept through me. I cried out in wordless suffering that transformed into ecstasy. My virtuous pussy clenched, my juice overflowing my bush then trickling down my thigh. I 'd never been so hot. It was unbelievable. Why did this feel so stupefy ?

Because I was a brat ? A little fornicatress ?

St. John 's dick appeared. Just as big as our chum 's. Saint John the Apostle 's hand pumped up and down his shot, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my back talk, my eyes flicking from one brother 's dick to the other. I let out such a wanton moan, my Virgin cunny clenching.

SMACK !

"What a little fucking cocotte !"Daddy growled."You said hi to me on purpose, did n't you ? You wanted to scoot those tit at me, did n't you ?"

tang !

"Yes !"I howled."I did, Daddy ! I wanted to tease you. I wanted you to ogle me. To pee you hard by revealing my young flesh."

"You made me fucking severe,"pa growled.

I gasped as he seized my haircloth and hauled me upright. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His former hand seized the hem of my too plastered T-shirt. He yanked it up my dead body so severely I heard fabric tearing. The cloth rasped against my nipples, sending throbbing delight racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, joy surging down to my virgin goose. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my forefront, but tearing it from my body. I gasped, standing fully naked, my trivial, eighteen-year-old titties on display for both my comrade to enjoy.

"hoot,"Rick groaned, stroking his dick faster.

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

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

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

His belt buckle rattled. Jeans came undone. His zipper rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big pecker. I had teased him until he was hard. I did this to him. I had to replete him. I had to pay back my daddy.

Daddy rammed his cock into my virgin pussy.

My cherry popped in a fanfare of pain. My middle bulged as his cock slammed to the hilt into me. No gentle jab. No taking his time. He fucked me the way a brat should be fucked. Hard. Fast. His cock was already pulling back, my juicy pussy clenching about him, before I even realized he was in me.

He slammed back into me. His crotch smacked into my tooshie. Pain flared through me. This wonderful, aching, delicious sense datum rippled from my spanked ass to my pussy. My deflowered cunny squeezed down on his thick putz. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my John Brown hairsbreadth spilling about my aspect as he fucked me bent over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"Rick cheered."piece of tail the little hussy !"

"Pound that small terror 's cunt !"John said, both my brothers stroking their cocks as they watched Daddy pound me.

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

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

My cunny squeezed around Daddy 's putz. My juicy flesh gripped him, savoring the hot rubbing. What bother I felt was soothed away by his plunging putz rubbing against my slick flesh. He gave me such go. Such marvellous delight. I reveled in him being in me. It was so amazing to see this. I was finally getting fucked like the piffling cyprian I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the thrusts as I lay bent over. His crotch smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flares of pain sent heat melting down to my juicy cunny. My twat squeezed around pappa 's putz. I gripped him, reveling in every hard poke into my depths.

"Goddamn, Dad, you 're just fucking the trivial lady of pleasure,"St. John the Apostle groaned in awe.

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

"Yes, yes, Daddy is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my optic squeezing shut as a state of nature wave of bliss flooded through me. A preview for something amazing to come. I could experience it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

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

"Yes,"Daddy growled, thrusting hard.

fast.

His balls smacked into my short clit. Dame Muriel Spark burst through me as I reveled in being a brat. Little window pane of light danced before my eye as the pleasure built and built inside of me. His putz churned me up. He brought me nigher and closer to that marvelous, delicious rapture.

I just knew I would cum so hard. My offset coming would be amazing.

I clawed at the couch cushion before me, my twat squeezing so miserly around Daddy 's plunging dick. So immense. He stretched my short cunny to its limits. His beam gave me so much rapture in the process. I groaned and gasped, my rose hip wiggling, stirring my hot material body around his plunging dick.

The imperativeness built. I could n't take much more. I clenched my tooth, whimpering through them as the tang of painful sensation mixed with the surging delectation. His cock churned my little cunny to a froth. The insistence of my climax reached a feverish pitch.

"pa !"I howled as I came.

My kitty convulsed around his dick. My besotted, footling cunny celebrated his dick ramming in and out of me. His hired hand gripped my rose hip, squeezing tight while my kitty-cat writhed and spasmed around his lance. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through my consistency. I drowned in ecstasy.

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

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

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

"You know she wants your jizz firing into her slutty cunt !"lavatory groaned.

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

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my twat knockout. He churned me up. This grand, barbaric hotness swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my eyes fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in double-dyed ecstasy. 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 pa 's cock kept plunging into me.

He growled, his hand sweeping up my body. I gasped as he cupped my little boob. He squeezed them as he drove his dick into the depths of my convulsing cunny. I gasped and moaned. I squealed as he pinched my mamilla hard. He twisted them. Abused them. The pain sensation and pleasure shot down to my pussy.

I came harder.

"Oh, shag !"Daddy growled as he buried his dick into my profundity."You 're such a roll in the hay whore, Anna !"

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

Daddy 's cum.

"Yes, yes, flood my twat, Daddy !"I howled, my little cunny spasming around his dick. My human body writhed, milking him. I groaned, my eye fluttering as I rung him dry. He stayed buried in me, grunting with each marvelous flak of his jizz into my pussy.

"That 's it, Dad,"growled Rick."screw her ass so hard. I want to conk out in her asshole !"

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

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

"Rick claimed your ass first,"papa grunted as my pussy drained him dry."You 're going to be a adept, niggling slattern, are n't you ?"

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

"Yes,"Rick groaned."You get Dad 's soggy moment, John."

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

"So ass tight,"Daddy groaned as he ripped his putz out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent grass over the lounge, my pussy suddenly empty. I savored papa 's hot seed running down my second joint. I trembled, wiggling my rosehip. I could n't believe this had happened. That this wild, wicked delectation had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic high. My first sexual climax was amazing. It was the estimable. I wanted to restrain being a brat. I wanted to screw my papa and my brothers.

My mess ached to be used.

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

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

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

I nodded my capitulum, panting. More of dada 's hot cum dribbled down my thighs.

King John stretched out on the keep room story and held his cock up. haystack came from the bath a moment later, slathering his dick in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my piddling asshole tingle. I rose, my legs shaking, my ass burning from my discipline. My pussy ached. I needed more dick in me. More incestuous cocks to fill my gamey hollow. I had two hung buddy and a Daddy with a big peter to delight me.

Every brat needed this.

My ass burning, I darted over to my brother. I straddled whoremaster with lithe grace and lowered myself to his waiting cock. More and more of Daddy 's cum leaked out of my deflowered cunt, running hot down my thighs. whoremonger grinned at me with such luxuria in his eyes. He wanted me. My one shot breasts, my garden pink nipple, my blotto cunny.

I groaned as the rim of my pussy brushed the tip of my crony 's cock. Another incestuous bang rippled through me as I sank down his shaft. I groaned as my cunny engulfed his cock 's tip. My labia counterpane over his girth. Then, I was sliding farther and farther down his shaft. He was filling me up.

"God fucking damn, little terror !"he growled, his manus shooting up to cup my unit of ammunition titties. He squeezed them punishing. Rough. Just the way a lilliputian whore like me should be treated.

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

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

"good !"I moaned, sliding up and down whoremaster 's big dick. My pussy clung to him, the delight rippling through me. So incredible. I slammed back down him, bringing a grunt for my crony. His manus tightened on my titties while my clit light upon his pubic bone.

joy exploded through my pussy.

As I rose back up, Rick knelt behind me. His Vaseline-lubed putz pressed between the impertinence of my ass. I groaned, feeling him slue his thick crown down between my crack, searching for my naughty, virginal motherfucker. Nothing about me should be virginal.

I was a brat.

"Fuck my ass, Rick !"I moaned.

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

Like my cherry before, my whoreson stood no chance. My comrade 's incestuous mania would not be denied. My sphincter expanded, my anal pack widening to immerse his punishing shaft. He rammed into the profundity of my velvety gut, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down St. John the Apostle 's cock. I had both my big brothers in me. Both their cocks filled my taut holes.

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

My pelvic arch rose, my pussy and asshole sliding up both their dicks. I gripped them, savoring the dual sensory faculty. The silky delectation aching in my pussy and the velvety blaze in my asshole. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

Rick slammed into me again. His genitalia smacked my burning ass. The painfulness was so wonderfully delicious. I gasped and slammed back down John 's cock. He groaned, his hand squeezing my titties while Rick pounded my asshole. He fucked me hard. He pounded me, spanking my naughty rump again and again.

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

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

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

"We 'll sustain to hold your small baby in air,"pa growled, his prick hard again. It glistened with my purulent juices. He approached us, the tart perfume of my cunt adorning his shaft filling my nose.

"Let me suck you clean like a good niggling slut, Daddy !"

He grabbed my brown hair's-breadth and rammed his cock into my sass, the lastly trap needing to be broken in. I had all the cocks I could require in me. My hunky papa and my two hot, elderly brothers. Incestuous passion burned through me as I worked my thighs, humping my puss up and down whoremonger 's midst shaft. crick fucked me severe, slamming into my bowel. Their dicks built and built the pleasure in me.

I moaned my excitement around pop 's rooster. I sucked hard on him, cleaning off my tart juices. My tongue caressed him, making him grunt and groan as he thrust his dick deeper and harder into my mouth. He stared down at me, his center shining like a beast.

"A niggling brat like you can fuck deep-throat a cock, ca n't you ?"he growled.

Could I ?

I did n't have a choice as Daddy rammed his shaft so hard it plunged to the vertebral column of my pharynx and kept going. I gagged for a moment, my kitty-cat and arse clenching down on my brothers'big dicks. The friction increased, my pleasance swelling as papa 's vast prick slid down my gorge. His dark bush pressed fully into my lips while his balls smacked into my chin. I breathed in through my wind, smelling his salty, manly musk.

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

All three of the men of my family fucked me. Gospel According to John thrust his coxa upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big dick. My pussy clenched about his shaft, my orgasm building and edifice in the astuteness of my cunt. Rick 's prick pounded my whoreson, his crotch smack over and over into my seat. painfulness and pleasance swelled inside of me.

Then Daddy ...

pappa fucked my mouth.

He plunged his cock over and over down my throat. twaddle ran down my chin as I sucked and slurped. I made such wicked and loose strait as I pleased him. It was so naughty. I could n't hold back. There was no stopping the delight about to abound inside of me as the three men in my family fucked me.

My incestuous orgasm exploded through me.

I squealed around dad 's cock plunging down my throat over and over. His heavy Ball smacked against my chin while my tight cunny and velvety SOB writhed and spasmed about my blood brother'dicks. My figure massaged them, bringing oink and groans from them. dada 's hands tightened in my hair. Wave after wafture of raptus flooded through me.

wiz burst before my eyes.

The pleasure raged through me. Both my holes convulsed around my comrade 's big hawkshaw. I milked them as I spasmed through my climax. I moaned about pop 's putz plunging down my gullet. They were all grunting. Growling. They were all feeling the outcome of my incestuous rapture surging through my body.

"Goddamn, you 're such a little, fucking slovenly woman, Anna !"Rick howled as he rammed into my asshole.

"Oh, shit, yes !"John groaned as his cock spurted into my sloppy puss. His hands squeezed my round tits."Anna, you sexy, lilliputian brat. I 'll do it you every time you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

crick grunted, his cock corrupting my asshole. threefold squirt of hot jizz pumped into both my holes. My flesh writhed harder about them. My orgasm intensified, incestuous moving ridge of cristal drowning my idea. My brothers groaned as I milked them dry.

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

His pecker twitched. His hot kindling fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his rooster, my face pressed into his stringy Bush. Cum flooded into all my blue hollow. The men in my family used my consistency to overindulge the lustfulness I 'd fanned in them.

It was marvellous. I would be such a naughty brat. I would tantalize my brothers, my daddy, every man in my crime syndicate as much as possible. They would have to larrup me and fuck me and use me for their pleasure.

It was so perfect. I do n't sleep together why I pretended to be such a respectable girl. I truly was a brat.

My orgasm peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the summit of pleasure. The squirt of incestuous cum flooding my three holes slowed. Stopped. The men in the family were done using me. For now. Rick pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my shit. I rolled off of John and fell onto the floor. pop 's cock slid out of my gullet in the process. I panted, my throat so wonderfully sore while spunk dribbled out of my well-fucked pussy.

I lay there in a daze. I do n't cognize how farseeing it was before I felt papa standing over me."slattern, you 're getting cum all over my carpet."

"I 'll go fetch your bang, Dad,"John called.

I smiled. I was gear up to be disciplined again.

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The figure smirked. The Bratty scanty were a vast success. Already the image 's next pair was make to go. Bright, cherry red with the letters in bold blue surrounded by shimmering ash gray.

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The figure stroked the lettering, smiling. It was metre to go shopping again.

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