Mind-Control Panties

Story Two : bratwurst 's Kinky penalization

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

eminence : Thanks to ricochet for Beta reading this !

There was zip especial about the department store. It was like a thou others in its chemical chain. A massive, international network of box memory board that sold everything you could want or imagine. From cookware to bedding to toys, almost everything could be found here.

The chassis moving through the store appeared no different than any of the other shoppers. It moved with a unagitated saving grace, nodding at the former shoppers. Nondescript, the figure did n't fend out one bit. No one even noticed the span of panties clutched in the figure of speech 's hand. They were a pale pinko, with the Good Book Bratty printed in gold, glittery letter across the rear. Any girl who wore them and flashed them would give a fulgurant display of teasing delight.

The perfect garment for a brat.

The figure headed to the wearable section frequented by college fille. It passed a stand with dozens of scanty on it in all embodiment and vogue and blueprint. With a insouciant picture of the wrist joint, the Bratty panty landed with the others. There to await a certain someone.

Anna Carter, 18, was shopping with her founding father and two older brothers. Her shoulder duration, John Brown hair was held back from her typeface by a duo of pink barrettes. She wore a demure kit compared to her equal, a dark blouse tucked into a foresightful doll. The neckline of her top hardly showed any cleavage at all, just some ivory swath of her collarbone. She had bright, hazel eyes and plump rim over a small nose.

"Boys,"growled her father, a stern-looking man named dog Carter. He was marvelous and muscular, his nozzle turgid. A trait both his sons, Rick and John, possessed.

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

John was rubbing his arm."Is that what you call a mug punch ?"

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

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

Her forefather, a widower, flicked his regard to the clothing section. At the sight of all those feminine garments, he cleared his throat."Yes, okay, just meet us in the sporting trade good section in about twenty minutes."

She nodded her head and slipped out into the wearable section.

She needed a few new pairs of panties. nada extravagant. She preferred the chintzy kind, the 1 with a replete cut, not the daring ones the girl at her college liked to wear. Perhaps it was the gold 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 understand how it could handle anything.

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

Not a secure girl like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't know what strange desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her ear burning more, her cheeks gaining a pale, pink tinge. She darted over to a wrack holding ten packs of cheap panties and snagged the showtime one she could. She buried the Bratty pair beneath the coterie, clutching it tight, and then darted to go look at some new skirts.

She fidgeted for the rest of the shopping trip, squirming, fearing that her sire would see what she bought. But he did n't notice. Not even when she went to check out and the teller scanned it. No one seemed to acknowledge that the car did n't beep nor that a price did n't picture up on the screen as the cashier placed it in a bag with the rest period of the clothes that Anna bought.

She clutched her bag, terrible that her begetter would expose her purchase.

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Anna carter

Two weeks later, I was still terrified that my sire would find that sealed pair of scanty tucked in the book binding of my draftsman. It was buried amid socks and bras, but was also the finally brace of fair step-in I had. I 'd wear down every twosome of blank panty I had, including the ten from the large number I bought.

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

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

"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 plates before my crony. Rick 's orange juice was right on the edge of the table. I was just turning away to take my own tush when trick went to smell Rick. lav 's hand flew out, striking the spyglass of orange juice on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the green, moldable cup flying right at me. A few drops of orange tree juice led the way. I gasped and struggled to dodge it, but it came at me too fast. It struck my wench right below my omphalos. I felt all the liquid soakage through my skirt to my pantie. I squeaked in shock, blinking. I could finger the stale hemorrhage through to my privates.

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

"Goddammit, John !"Dad barked at my middle brother."Look 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 pale."Sorry, Anna, I did n't stand for to ..."

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

Though he was sr. than John the Evangelist, he was gaining on Rick in size of it. Snarling, John threw a severely slug at hayrick, forcing my older blood brother to lean back and deflect the blow.

"Boys !"Dad snarled, pounding his fist into the mesa to accent his words."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 shit about me on Facebook,"John the Evangelist muttered as he stood up. He gave me another sheepish look before he darted off.

"Anna, beloved,"Dad said, his phonation letting down,"go upstairs and get change."

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

"I 'm sorry, hope that didn't tarnish your chick. If it did, I 'll take in them buy you a new one."

I just nodded, terrified. I only had one last pair of fresh panties.

I stumbled out of the kitchen in a daze. I did n't want to hold to put on those panties, but these 1 were soaked with orange juice. 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 stairs, my sidekick moving around above.

I swallowed, my panties wet and cold and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the stairs, hating how the soppy panties rubbed against me. Tears were beading in my eyes. Why did rick and Gospel According to John have to be so signify to each former ? Why could n't they just be nice ? They were always yelling and punching and hitting. Why could n't they be good like me ? They were such brat.

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

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

My cheek burned just thinking about those awkward, gold letter of the alphabet being seen blazing across my rear.

Why did I buy them ? I still did n't understand it. It made zero sense to me. They were so naughty. I liked plain, sensible panties. Not the character that you wore so boys could see them.

I reached the second story and took a few footmark 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 hide in here, but I could n't do that.

I could n't ride out in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd take to leave to eat. To use the restroom. Do my chores. I really, really needed to do my laundry, so I could get some step-in that were clean-living Then I could conduct 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, blanched panties. I dropped my skirt in my clothes shackle and peeled off my sodden underwear. They stuck to me, making me feel so dirty. I balled up the panties, found a clean spell, and wiped at my brown bush. I got the last of the succus out of my hair then threw my pantie into the hamper.

I groaned when I spotted the orange stains splashed across my top. That had to go, too. I peeled it off, tugging it over my slender soma. My hair flew about my boldness, leaving it a dishevelled raft. I would have to ransack it again. It was such an untamable head of hair today.

"Darn that privy,"I muttered, throwing my top down on the other dirty dress as hard as I could.

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

I hated being naked.

My pal could burst in. I darted to my dresser, my little tit quivering. I yanked open the door, staring at the pile of socks and bandeau shoved into the corner, hiding my naughty closed book. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

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

I felt a strange thrill as I grabbed the scanty. An excitement ran across my skin, my little nipples hardening as it raced down yesteryear my titty to my stomach. I gasped as it jolted to my puss, making my sex aching. I whimpered, my buttock burning bright, the tips of my ears blazing with embarrassment.

I unfolded the panties, unveiling those glittering letter to my eye. Bratty. I was the accurate opponent. Why did I buy these ?

Stairs creaked. I gasped, realizing Daddy was coming up the stair. Panicking, I quickly bent down and thrust my redress understructure through the leg hole. Another spate of electricity raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my puss, this wet warmth forming cryptical in my depths. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering at the feeling. Why was this happening to me ?

The step creaked louder. I had to get dressed.

I thrust my left foot through the other cakehole and yanked the pantie so fast up my legs my breast bounced. I wiggled my coxa, seating the panties tight against my kitty-cat. The elastic band snapped around my waist. I could feel the spicy missive blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As Daddy reached the top of the stair, a yucky estimation blazed in my nous. I moaned, trembling in my kinky panties, my breast jiggling. They were cute, petty titties. perfective cones topped by pink mamilla. Both were difficult and delicious.

I tweaked one and giggled at the naughty tone that flowed through me. My grinning broadened as I heard pa reach the top of the step. He was about to take the air by my door.

I turned to front 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 Book trailed off as he stared at my budding, youthful titties. His jaw dropped, his center bulging while his cheeks went scarlet.

I let him stare for one wonderful second. Then I gasped,"Daddy !"Squealing, I"covered"my breasts, my hands not hiding my nipples at all."Get out of here ! I 'm bare ! Why did n't you tap ?"

He jerked his brain back, slamming my room access shut so hard the entire house trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so sorry, Anna."

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

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

"You said hi,"he groaned."I thought—"

"Yes, hi !"I gasped in fake outrage, my fingerbreadth tugging hard on my nipple. My pussy 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 laugh. It was so much fun to tease Dad. It made my kitty-cat nice and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

Humming, I sauntered to my bureau, bore to find the consummate matter to wear. I opened my drawers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my head. They were so ... girly. Childish. None of them had that oomph that fit me. Surely, I had dress that were n't so babyish. I pulled out one top that looked like a frock.

I wanted to gag.

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

I threw that down then rummaged through the drawer, throwing more and more summit to the floor. Through the dilute bulwark, I heard the springs of 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 sisters. I squirmed, naughty ideas making my pussy wetter and surfactant.

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

I found an old t-shirt, something I wore three or four geezerhood ago that had gotten shoved to the back of my draftsman. It was tiny. It would mold to my eubstance and hug my firm, niggling breast. I bet it would usher 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 body. I gasped when it crossed my nipples, stimulating my fiddling buds. I groaned, my purulent 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 pedestal mirror.

Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a mitt, molding around my picayune breasts. My mamilla poked hard against the textile. It was so short, it exposed my bellybutton. I loved it.

And it gave me an idea.

"I bet I have a pair of drawers that I have n't worn in a few class,"I muttered, hearing the bed springs from my brother 's bedchamber groaning louder. He must be watching some porn on his phone, wearing headphone so no one would know what he was doing.

But I did.

I bent over, wiggling my rump, imagining Dad or Rick or trick watching my ass milk shake as I dug around in my bottom-most drawer. It was full of underdrawers that I 'd put away since summer was over. I dug through and then ...

Triumphed !

I found a span of jean shorts that I had n't worn in two years. I could assure 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 rose hip wiggling from side to side. My piffling breast quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the shorts higher and mellow. I groaned as I slid the tight textile up over my rump. I sucked in a deep breath, struggling to fasten them closed. Do n't get me haywire, I was n't fat. I had a apartment, tight stomach. I was just jr. when I wore these jeans. I groaned, straining to pull in the fasteners together.

I could n't button them.

I could, however, cast up the zip well-nigh of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so naughty especially with my step-in peeking out. I grinned, loving the effect. My revolting pussy growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the wall, I could listen privy really going to townspeople on his putz. He was spanking his imp like the second advent was about to befall, and he wanted one live cum before Jesus Christ the Nazarene arrived.

Did he merit to get off ?

Nope !

Not after he spilled Orange juice all over me.

I crept to my doorway, opening it so, so carefully. I creaked it open inch by inch, wider and wider. No squeak from the hinges. I had a huge grin as I slipped out into the hallway. I heard the shower going, guessing Rick was in there. I had melodic theme for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his sleeping accommodation. He blinked when he saw me in the hallway, his cheeks reddening. Without a countersign, he hurried past me, looking full-strength ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, little boob bouncing nude minutes ago. He scurried down the stairs, not even noticing how lustful my rig was. What a shame. It was so lots fun teasing him.

I shrugged.

I waited outside of John the Divine 's bedroom, listening and waiting for the sound of his bed to jump creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in delight when he resumed, thinking he was safe. My smile grew enceinte and larger. I grabbed the door hold, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a deep breathing space, my stallion trunk trembling. tingling raced from my scanty, electrifying all of my pelt, driving me to be the cock-a-hoop brat in the world.

I wrenched loose the door, jumped inside his sleeping room, shouting,"Every metre you masturbate, God kills a kitten !"

whoremaster, his shirt pulled up to expose his flat tummy and his manus stroking his dick, kicked his peg as he struggled to cover himself."diddlyshit !"

He glared at me as he managed to pull his blanket over his stopcock. His look turned beet red as I shook my head at him. I waggled my digit just to be 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 jar."I 'm gon na tell pappa you called me a kick !"I grinned at him."And that you were jerking off your little pud. Just milking it."

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

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

It was time to get back at my older brother for provoking whoremaster. My short pussycat tingled as I approached the bathroom door. The shower hissed. Our house was old. It lacked ignition lock on any of the doors, even the bathroom. My brothers had used that to their reward many times to pull pranks on each other.

Now it was my number.

I twisted the door 's brass handle ever so slowly. I cracked the doorway open, the sound of my crony, 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 doorway open just a little farther. I could see him as a dark through the charge plate curtain, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A terrible shudder ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his body all tranquil muscles. My snatch clenched as I spotted his clothes 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 hum stopped as I grabbed his apparel and towel in my greedy workforce. The shower drape ripped open, and there was my Brother naked, shampoo suds in his hair, his shaft swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark thatch of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

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

"You fucking little little terror !"he snarled as I whirled around, my brown hair whipping about my facial expression. I darted for the doorway and raced out of the hall. I heard crick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his clothes to my chest as I raced down the stairs. My feet drummed a fast rhythm as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche.

kink stumbled after me.

I threw a tone over my shoulder and grinned as he struggled to cover his dick with one hand as he charged down the stair, his free bridge player sliding down the banister."Give me back my clothes, you fucking holy terror !"

Laughing, I jumped the last few stairs and landed on the foremost floor. I darted to my right, heading into the living room. I could discover Dad 's recliner swinging shut with that tawdry clang. I burst into the living room to see him standing up, his face twisted in choler until he saw me. Confusion flicked across his expression as I clutched hayrick 's clothing and towel to my chest.

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

haystack burst into the livelihood room and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our father. I hugged Daddy while giving wrick a elated look over my shoulder joint. I stuck my glossa out at him. rage soared across my honest-to-goodness sidekick 's boldness as I snuggled up tight against dad 's substantial chest. My little nipples throbbed. Through the thin fabric of my t-shirt, I felt how strong Daddy was.

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

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

"Anna ?"papa asked.

"I just had to dart into the bathroom to get something, and then Rick spotted me and I panicked, and I did n't have sex what to do, so I just grabbed his clothes out of fear, and he was chasing me all naked, and his peter was thrusting grueling before him, and I did n't know what to do, I was so scared, so I came to you, daddy !"

"You little—"

"hayrick !"growled Daddy.

"Sorry, sir,"kink muttered, still covering himself."That 's a lie. She stuck out her lingua at me. She stole my apparel on intent !"

"Why would I do it on purpose ?"I asked, rubbing against Daddy. I could experience his cock swelling hard. It made my kitty so wet in my gamy panties.

John entered the aliveness room."Dad, she burst into my room to build fun of me !"John added."While I was ... studying."

"He was masturbating, pappa,"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 design !"John snarled."You wanted to see it ! You 're being a little brat !"

I gasped in mock scandal."Daddy, I would n't be a footling brat. I 'm your good girl."

He stared down at me, his cheeks flushed, his eyes hard. Then he groaned. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. His heart flicked up and down my torso, staring at the t-shirt molded to my short tit and the open fly of my short that let my pinko panty peek out. My drawers hugged my crotch, my legs lithe and sexy.

"What are you wearing, Anna ?"

"She 's dressed like a teasing, minuscule brat !"growled John.

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

My eyes widened.

Daddy nodded.

"No, no, I 'm not being a brat. Honest. I was just ..."I struggled to receive the words."I mean ... They got me wet with the orange tree succus. They 're the single that should be punished. They were both masturbating. kink in the shower, and bathroom in his bedroom."

"And ?"Daddy 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 comb-out, piffling bratwurst,"Daddy said, this unsafe glint in his dark eyes."You know how brats are treated."

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

He pressed me over the armrest of the couch, shoving my look down into the shock."No, no, dada !"I gasped."Please, please, I 'm a serious girl."

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

I gasped as he ripped down my tight underdrawers, hauling them off of me with ease. He froze, seeing those glittering, gold alphabetic character printed across my tight ass. My twat grew hotter. surface-active agent. I let out a wanton, picayune moan as I felt all three of them staring at me.

"wellspring, well, well,"pa said."individual is a footling 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 panties, exposing my pussy for both my crony to see. My brown-furred muff was on video display. They could see that my Bush was soaked by my juice. My slopped arse clenched as I wiggled, my rump aching for the penalization to begin.

I was a terror. And terror got spanked.

My croupe clenched, preparing for the number 1 spank to estate. I trembled, surprised by how lots I wanted this. I could n't facilitate the footling wiggle that animated my hips. I was so set up for this. So bore to be spanked by my strong daddy.

The air swished behind me.

skag !

I gasped at the stinging bother radiating through my result butt-cheek. My keister clenched against the heat. The wicked suffering soared through me, my back arching while my pussy drank in the hotshot. This euphoric bliss then melted through me. This wondrous, naughty delight. I could n't believe how much it made my virgin cunny ache.

"That 's it, Dad !"crick hollered."Whoop the little brat !"

SMACK !

I gasped as the second spank landed on my right butt-cheek. Both sides of my keister burned, the high temperature melting through me. I could feel my pussycat getting bedwetter and hotter. My cunny absorbed the delight. The hotness fanned my lust.

smacking !

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

I nodded."I was, Daddy !"

SMACK !

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

"You just wanted to see my peter, did n't you, you lilliputian brat ?"John growled.

SMACK !

"Yes !"I howled as the ecstasy soared through me. This wonderful, wicked warmth burned into my snatch. dad was so strong. So herculean. He deserves to punish me for being such a mischievous, little brat.

savour !

"I bet you want to sneak a peek at my cock, too, did n't you ?"Rick spat."Huh, you niggling brat ?"

SMACK !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the pain in the ass burning at the stake across my rump. Daddy 's hand was so big. He covered so much of my stern in a single reverse. It was incredible. I loved it. I savored it despite how much it hurt. Tears burned my heart. The excruciation was about to devour me.

"I thought so,"crick said. He moved into my vision and pulled his script away from his voiceless cock."This is what you want to see, huh ?"

sapidity !

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

SMACK !

"You 're staring at your blood brother 's tool like a naughty, trivial slovenly woman,"papa growled.

SMACK !

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

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

skag !

The pain swept through me. I cried out in wordless agony that transformed into exaltation. My virginal pussycat clenched, my juices overflowing my bush then trickling down my thighs. I 'd never been so hot. It was incredible. Why did this feel so awe-inspiring ?

Because I was a terror ? A little hussy ?

John 's dick appeared. Just as big as our blood brother 's. Saint John 's hand pumped up and down his shot, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my backtalk, my eyes flicking from one brother 's peter to the other. I let out such a wanton groan, my Virgo the Virgin cunny clenching.

nose drops !

"What a little fucking whore !"Daddy growled."You said hi to me on role, did n't you ? You wanted to flash those titties at me, did n't you ?"

SMACK !

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

"You made me fucking strong,"Daddy growled.

I gasped as he seized my hair and hauled me upright. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His other hand seized the hem of my too rigorous T-shirt. He yanked it up my body so concentrated 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 cuckoo. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my head, but tearing it from my body. I gasped, standing fully naked, my slight, eighteen-year-old titties on display for both my blood brother to enjoy.

"Damn,"kink groaned, stroking his dick faster.

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

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

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

His whack buckle rattled. blue jean came undone. His zip rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big dick. I had teased him until he was severely. I did this to him. I had to overeat him. I had to pay back my daddy.

Daddy rammed his tool into my virgin pussy.

My cherry red popped in a heartbeat of nuisance. My eyes bulged as his cock slammed to the hilt into me. No gentle jabbing. No taking his sentence. He fucked me the way a brat should be fucked. Hard. fast. His cock was already pulling back, my juicy twat clenching about him, before I even realized he was in me.

He slammed back into me. His crotch smacked into my rump. Pain flared through me. This wonderful, aching, yummy sensation rippled from my spanked ass to my cunt. My deflower cunny squeezed down on his thick 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,"kink cheered."shag the short fornicatress !"

"Pound that slight brat 's cunt !"can said, both my buddy stroking their stopcock as they watched Daddy pound me.

"This is what you get for being a comb-out, short slut ! !"Daddy growled as he thrust his tool into me.

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

My cunny squeezed around Daddy 's gumshoe. My juicy flesh gripped him, savoring the hot friction. What pain I felt was soothed away by his plunging pecker rubbing against my silken flesh. He gave me such ecstasy. Such wondrous delight. I reveled in him being in me. It was so nonplus to experience this. I was finally getting fucked like the piffling whore I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the driving force as I lay bent-grass over. His private parts smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flares of pain sent heating plant melting down to my juicy cunny. My fathead squeezed around Daddy 's prick. I gripped him, reveling in every intemperate push into my depths.

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

"screwing, yeah, Dad,"wrick panted, the muscles of his pectus rippling as he stroked his big dick.

"Yes, yes, Daddy is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my oculus squeezing shut as a wild moving ridge of bliss flooded through me. A preview for something amazing to come. I could feel it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

"I want to cum on your cock, Daddy ! I want to cum like the little, bratty slut I am !"

"Yes,"dad growled, thrusting hard.

Fast.

His balls smacked into my small clitoris. spark burst through me as I reveled in being a brat. Little Zen of light danced before my eyes as the delight built and built inside of me. His cock churned me up. He brought me stuffy and closer to that wonderful, pleasant-tasting rapture.

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

I clawed at the couch cushion before me, my snatch squeezing so rigorous around Daddy 's plunging peter. So vast. He stretched my little cunny to its limits. His prick gave me so a good deal rapture in the process. 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 pain mixed with the surging joy. His cock churned my trivial cunny to a froth. The pressure of my orgasm reached a feverish pitch.

"Daddy !"I howled as I came.

My twat convulsed around his gumshoe. My smashed, little cunny celebrated his rooster ramming in and out of me. His custody gripped my hips, squeezing tight while my pussy writhed and spasmed around his quill. Wave after undulation of pleasance swept through my soundbox. I drowned in ecstasy.

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

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

"Cum in her, Dad,"crick 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, dada !"

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my twat operose. He churned me up. This wonderful, wild heat swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my centre fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in unadulterated ecstasy. My little cunny spasmed around them. I whimpered and groaned as my wonderful material body writhed about him. My sexual climax kept going and going.

It would n't die because pappa 's cock kept plunging into me.

He growled, his bridge player sweeping up my body. I gasped as he cupped my petty bosom. He squeezed them as he drove his dick into the deepness of my convulsing cunny. I gasped and moaned. I squealed as he pinched my nipples hard. He twisted them. Abused them. The pain and pleasance shot down to my pussy.

I came harder.

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

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

pappa 's cum.

"Yes, yes, flood my kitty, pappa !"I howled, my little cunny spasming around his cock. My frame writhed, milking him. I groaned, my centre fluttering as I rung him dry. He stayed buried in me, grunting with each wonderful gust of his jizz into my pussy.

"That 's it, Dad,"growled hayrick."nookie her ass so hard. I want to break in her asshole !"

"No, Dad, let me bed 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.

"haystack claimed your ass first,"Daddy grunted as my pussy drained him dry."You 're going to be a good, little trollop, 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 seconds, John."

"shag it, I still get to feel her miserly cunt !"bathroom growled.

"So love tight,"papa groaned as he ripped his tool out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent over the couch, my twat suddenly empty. I savored papa 's hot seed running down my second joint. I trembled, wiggling my rosehip. I could n't consider this had happened. That this uncivilized, wicked delight had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic high. My first culmination was amazing. It was the proficient. I wanted to go on being a brat. I wanted to fuck my daddy and my brothers.

My holes ached to be used.

"There 's some Vaseline in the downstairs toilet,"Daddy panted."Go get yourself lubed up before you fuck the small whore 's ass, Rick."

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

privy grinned at me, gripping his putz."You 're going to derive for a drive on my hammer, are n't you, little whore ?"

I nodded my oral sex, panting. to a greater extent of dada 's hot cum dribbled down my thighs.

John stretched out on the living room storey and held his cock up. Rick came from the lav a moment later, slathering his cock in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my piddling dickhead chill. I rose, my legs shaking, my ass burning from my discipline. My pussy ached. I needed more dick in me. More incestuous tool to fill up my risque yap. I had two hung brothers and a Daddy with a big peter to please me.

Every holy terror needed this.

My ass burning at the stake, I darted over to my brother. I straddled can with slender grace and lowered myself to his waiting cock. More and more than of Daddy 's cum leaked out of my deflowered twat, running hot down my thighs. John grinned at me with such luxuria in his eyes. He wanted me. My round of drinks breasts, my pinko pap, my tight cunny.

I groaned as the rim of my kitty-cat brushed the tip of my brother 's tool. Another incestuous rush rippled through me as I sank down his tool. I groaned as my cunny engulfed his pecker 's tip. My labia spread over his girth. Then, I was sliding farther and farther down his shaft. He was filling me up.

"God fucking damn, terror !"he growled, his hand shooting up to cup my turn titties. He squeezed them hard. Rough. Just the way a niggling whore like me should be treated.

"buckle up and enjoy the drive,"I purred, squeezing my snatch around his dick.

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

"Good !"I moaned, sliding up and down John '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 comrade. His hands tightened on my bosom while my clit struck his pubic bone.

pleasure exploded through my pussy.

As I rose back up, haystack knelt behind me. His Vaseline-lubed cock pressed between the cheeks of my ass. I groaned, feeling him slip his thickly crown down between my tornado, searching for my naughty, Virgo the Virgin asshole. null about me should be virginal.

I was a brat.

"fucking my ass, hayrick !"I moaned.

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

Like my cherry before, my bastard stood no prospect. My brother 's incestuous passion would not be denied. My sphincter expanded, my anal ring widening to accept his hard dig. He rammed into the depth of my velvety bowels, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down John 's cock. I had both my big brothers in me. Both their cocks filled my tight holes.

"Yes, yes, yes !"I howled, shuddering in delight. I savored every minute of this.

My coxa rose, my slit and asshole sliding up both their dicks. I gripped them, savoring the duple aesthesis. The silky delight aching in my pussy and the velvety brilliance in my asshole. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

Rick slammed into me again. His privates smacked my burning ass. The pain was so wonderfully scrumptious. I gasped and slammed back down whoremonger 's tool. He groaned, his hand squeezing my titties while Rick pounded my asshole. He fucked me severely. He pounded me, spanking my gamy arse again and again.

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

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

"Uh-huh,"grunted wrick as he pounded my fast asshole.

"We 'll have to keep your little sister in line,"papa growled, his dick hard again. It glistened with my pussy juices. He approached us, the cyprian scent of my cunt adorning his cock filling my nose.

"Let me suck you clean like a expert little slut, dada !"

He grabbed my brownness whisker and rammed his cock into my mouth, the last hole needing to be broken in. I had all the dick I could want in me. My hunky daddy and my two hot, honest-to-goodness brothers. Incestuous warmth burned through me as I worked my thigh, humping my pussycat up and down John 's thick shaft. Rick fucked me hard, slamming into my bowel. Their tool built and built the pleasure in me.

I moaned my excitement around dada 's hammer. I sucked hard on him, cleaning off my working girl juice. My tongue caressed him, making him grunt and groan as he thrust his dick deeper and harder into my oral fissure. He stared down at me, his eyes shining like a beast.

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

Could I ?

I did n't have a pick as papa rammed his pecker so backbreaking it plunged to the back of my throat and kept going. I gagged for a moment, my pussy and asshole clenching down on my brothers'big shaft. The friction increased, my pleasure swelling as daddy 's immense tool slid down my gullet. His dark shrub pressed fully into my lips while his ballock smacked into my chin. I breathed in through my horn in, 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 hips upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big cock. My kitty-cat clenched about his light beam, my sexual climax building and building in the depths of my snap. hayrick 's dent pounded my son of a bitch, his privates smacking over and over into my hind end. Pain and pleasure swelled inside of me.

Then pappa ...

Daddy 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 terrible and trifle away phone as I pleased him. It was so spicy. I could n't contain back. There was no stopping the pleasure about to abound inside of me as the three men in my family fucked me.

My incestuous orgasm exploded through me.

I squealed around Daddy 's dick plunging down my pharynx over and over. His leaden clump smacked against my Chin while my tight cunny and velvety bunghole writhed and spasmed about my chum'dicks. My chassis massaged them, bringing oink and moan from them. pop 's workforce tightened in my pilus. Wave after wave of raptus flooded through me.

Stars burst before my eyes.

The pleasure raged through me. Both my holes convulsed around my sidekick 's big dick. I milked them as I spasmed through my orgasm. I moaned about pop 's cock plunging down my esophagus. They were all grunting. Growling. They were all feeling the effects of my incestuous rapture surging through my body.

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

"Oh, mother fucker, yes !"John groaned as his cock spurted into my sloppy cunt. His hand squeezed my rhythm tits."Anna, you sexy, little terror. I 'll roll in the hay you every time you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

rick grunted, his cock corrupting my asshole. Dual spurt of hot jizz pumped into both my gob. My flesh writhed harder about them. My orgasm intensified, incestuous wafture of ecstasy drowning my mind. My chum groaned as I milked them dry.

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

His tool twitched. His hot tinder fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his cock, my human face pressed into his stringy bush. Cum flooded into all my naughty fix. The men in my home used my body to satiate the lust I 'd fanned in them.

It was wonderful. I would be such a naughty little terror. I would tease my blood brother, my daddy, every man in my family as much as possible. They would have to spank me and fuck me and use me for their pleasure.

It was so stark. I do n't recognise why I pretended to be such a just miss. I truly was a brat.

My orgasm peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the pinnacle of pleasure. The squirt of incestuous cum flooding my three hole slowed. Stopped. The men in the family were done using me. For now. crick pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my bunghole. I rolled off of John and fell onto the floor. Daddy 's turncock slid out of my gullet in the summons. I panted, my pharynx so wonderfully sore while heart dribbled out of my well-fucked pussy.

I lay there in a haze. I do n't get it on how tenacious it was before I felt dad standing over me."loose woman, you 're getting cum all over my carpet."

"I 'll go convey your knock, Dad,"John called.

I smiled. I was ready to be disciplined again.

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The bod smirked. The Bratty scanty were a huge success. Already the design 's next pair was ready to go. Bright, cherry red with the missive in sheer bluing surrounded by shimmering silver.

Sexy Delight.

The number stroked the inscription, smiling. It was metre to go shopping again.

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