Mind-Control scanty

narrative Two : terror 's Kinky punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

promissory note : Thanks to Ricochet for Beta recital this !

There was nothing special about the department computer storage. It was like a thousand others in its chain. A massive, international mesh of box stores that sold everything you could want or guess. From cookware to bedding to dally, almost everything could be found here.

The figure moving through the store appeared no different than any of the other shoppers. It moved with a calm grace, nodding at the other shoppers. Nondescript, the figure did n't stand out one bit. No one even noticed the pair of panties clutched in the figure 's hired hand. They were a pale pinko, with the word Bratty printed in gold, glittery varsity letter across the ass. Any girl who wore them and flashed them would break a dazzling showing of teasing delight.

The perfect garment for a brat.

The figure headed to the clothing section frequented by college daughter. It passed a stand with dozens of pantie on it in all contour and styles and intention. With a nonchalant moving-picture show of the wrist, the Bratty panties landed with the others. There to await a sure someone.

Anna Carter, eighteen, was shopping with her father and two honest-to-goodness pal. Her shoulder length, brown hair was held back from her face by a duo of garden pink barrettes. She wore a demure rig compared to her peer, a night blouse tucked into a long annulus. The neckline of her top hardly showed any cleavage at all, just some tusk swath of her collarbone. She had bright, hazel heart and plummet brim over a small-scale nose.

"Boys,"growled her don, a stern-looking man named Frank Carter. He was improbable and muscular, his nose orotund. A trait both his sons, hayrick and John, possessed.

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

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

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

Anna squirmed, the tips of her spike burning. She obviously looked embarrassed by her brother 's actions. She glanced at the article of clothing and, shyly, said,"Dad, I need to foot up a few things."

Her father, a widowman, flicked his regard to the clothing division. At the flock of all those feminine garments, he cleared his pharynx."Yes, OK, just satisfy us in the sporting good section in about twenty minutes."

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

She needed a few new pairs of panty. cipher extravagant. She preferred the cheap sort, the one with a full cut, not the daring ones the girls at her college liked to fatigue. Perhaps it was the gold glister on the word Bratty that drew her care, or maybe it was the dangling thong above it, a strip of material so narrow 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 blend. The Bible Bratty sent this strange, exhilarating thrill through her. It was so malcontent. Something that a bad girlfriend would hold out.

Not a dependable girl like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't make out what foreign desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her ear burning more, her cheeks gaining a pale, pink pinch. She darted over to a wheel holding ten packs of crummy step-in and snagged the number 1 one she could. She buried the Bratty pair beneath the inner circle, clutching it stringent, and then darted to go look at some new skirts.

She fidgeted for the relaxation of the shopping slip, 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 teller scanned it. No one seemed to notice that the auto 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 residual of the wearing apparel that Anna bought.

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

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Anna Carter

Two weeks later, I was still terrified that my father would chance that certain pair of scanty tucked in the backrest of my drawer. It was buried amid air-sleeve and bras, but was also the last-place pair of clean pantie I had. I 'd wear off every pair of clean scanty I had, including the ten from the inner circle I bought.

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

His brown heart 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 plate before my brothers. Rick 's orange juice was right on the edge of the table. I was just turning away to take my own seat when John went to smack Rick. John 's hand flew out, striking the meth of Orange juice on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the common, plastic cup flying right at me. A few drop cloth of Orange River juice led the way. I gasped and struggled to hedge it, but it came at me too fast. It struck my skirt right below my bellybutton. I felt all the liquidness soakage through my skirt to my panties. I squeaked in blow, blinking. I could feel the cold bleeding through to my privates.

"No, no, no,"I groaned, my meat beating so fast. I could feel my conclusion pair of scavenge panty absorbing the staining liquid.

"Goddammit, Saint John the Apostle !"Dad barked at my middle pal."spirit what you did to your Sister !"

"Sorry, Dad,"lav muttered.

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

John the Divine looked at me, his face pale."Sorry, Anna, I did n't mean to ..."

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

Though he was one-time than John, he was gaining on Rick in size. Snarling, John threw a gruelling punch at Rick, forcing my older brother to incline back and parry the blow.

"Boys !"Dad snarled, pounding his fist into the table to punctuate his words."That 's it ! You 've both had plenty 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 crap about me on Facebook,"John muttered as he stood up. He gave me another sheepish feeling before he darted off.

"Anna, honey,"Dad said, his vocalism letting down,"go upstairs 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 make them buy you a new one."

I just nodded, terrified. I only had one last pair of clean and jerk panties.

I stumbled out of the kitchen in a daze. I did n't want to have to put on those panty, but these ones were soaked with orange juice. Going without panty was just unsufferable. The yawning pit of apprehension swelled and swelled in my belly as I stumbled through the living way. I reached the step, my brother moving around above.

I swallowed, my panty wet and stale and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the stairs, hating how the sodden panty rubbed against me. bust were beading in my eyes. Why did Rick and lav have to be so mean to each other ? Why could n't they just be nice ? They were always yelling and punching and hitting. Why could n't they be in force like me ? They were such brat.

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 hanker. There should be no way he would see what I wore beneath, but what if something weird happened ? What if Saint John thought it would be funny to yank down my wench ? He had n't done that in a few years, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most screaming thing in the existence. Knowing my hazard, he would do it to me today.

My cheeks burned just thinking about those embarrassing, aureate letters being seen blazing across my rear.

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

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

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

Eventually, I 'd have to leave to eat. To use the restroom. Do my task. I really, really needed to do my laundry, so I could get some panties that were clean 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 tree stain across the front of my plain, white-hot panties. I dropped my skirt in my clothes hamper and peeled off my sodden underwear. They stuck to me, making me feel so dirty. I balled up the panties, found a clean patch, 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 orange tree stains splashed across my top. That had to go, too. I peeled it off, tugging it over my slender phase. My hair's-breadth flew about my face, leaving it a tousled mess. I would have to comb it again. It was such an untamable mane today.

"patch that John,"I muttered, throwing my top down on the other dirty clothes as hard as I could.

I groaned as I spotted something at the bottom of my vision. There was a single stain on my bra. An Orange mar 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 buddy could bust in. I darted to my chest of drawers, my piffling boob quivering. I yanked overt the room access, staring at the quite a little of wind sock 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 clothing to the side. I unveiled the panties lying there, some of the glittery letters visible. The two T 's and a hint of the Y.

I felt a foreign shudder as I grabbed the pantie. An exhilaration ran across my peel, my little mamilla hardening as it raced down past my breasts to my tum. I gasped as it jolted to my pussy, making my sex aching. I whimpered, my impertinence electrocution bright, the bakshis of my ears blazing with embarrassment.

I unfolded the scanty, unveiling those glittering alphabetic character to my eyes. Bratty. I was the claim contrary. Why did I buy these ?

stairs creaked. I gasped, realizing pa was coming up the stair. Panicking, I quickly bent down and thrust my correctly metrical unit through the leg jam. Another billow 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 flavour. Why was this happening to me ?

The stairs creaked louder. I had to get dressed.

I thrust my left field human foot through the other hole and yanked the scanty so fast up my ramification my breasts bounced. I wiggled my rosehip, seating the panties tight against my pussy. The elastic isthmus snapped around my waist. I could finger the racy letters blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As Daddy reached the top of the stairs, a prankish idea blazed in my mind. I moaned, trembling in my kinky panty, my breasts jiggling. They were cunning, picayune tit. perfective tense cone topped by pink nipples. Both were hard and delicious.

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

I turned to face it and said in a pollyannaish voice,"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 titties. His jaw dropped, his eyes bulging while his buttock went scarlet.

I let him stare for one howling indorsement. Then I gasped,"pa !"Squealing, I"covered"my white meat, my paw not hiding my nipples at all."Get out of here ! I 'm naked ! Why did n't you pink ?"

He jerked his school principal back, slamming my threshold shut so hard the entire house trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so pitiful, Anna."

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

It was so hard not to giggle. My pussy felt so juicy. I pinched both my tit, 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 scandalisation, my fingers tugging hard on my nipples. My twat clenched, feeling so wet and juicy."Not come on in !"

"I 'm disconsolate,"he said and then hurried down the hallway to his room. I snorted, trying not to burst into laugh. It was so much fun to tease Dad. It made my pussycat nice and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

Humming, I sauntered to my dresser, eager to find the perfect matter to wear. I opened my drawers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my chief. They were so ... girly. childish. None of them had that dynamism 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 Thomas More and more tops to the floor. Through the thinly rampart, I heard the saltation 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 Sister. I squirmed, naughty melodic theme making my pussy 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 draftsman. It was tiny. It would mold to my body and hug my business firm, petty bosom. I bet it would show a good column inch or two of my belly. I smiled as I pulled it on.

It. Was. Tight.

I had to jiggle to tear it over me, feeling the stuff stretching around my dead body. I gasped when it crossed my mammilla, stimulating my short buds. I groaned, my pussy getting so juicy and wet. My naughty panties absorbed the overflow of my excitement.

I wiggled my tail end, glancing over my shoulders to see those glittering letters on my panty flashing in my stand mirror.

Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a baseball mitt, molding around my little breasts. My teat poked hard against the fabric. It was so dead, it exposed my bellybutton. I loved it.

And it gave me an idea.

"I bet I have a pair of shorts that I have n't worn in a few years,"I muttered, hearing the bed bounce from my blood brother 's bedroom groaning louder. He must be watching some porn on his phone, wearing headphones so no one would do it what he was doing.

But I did.

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

Triumphed !

I found a pair of jean underdrawers that I had n't worn in two years. I could severalize they would be tight.

The bed fountain creaked louder, the rhythmical slap echoing.

I slid my pegleg into the boxers. I worked them up and up my branch, my hips wiggling from side of meat to side. My trivial titties quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the drawers higher and higher. I groaned as I slid the tight fabric up over my arse. I sucked in a deep intimation, struggling to fix them closed. Do n't get me wrong, I was n't fat. I had a flat, taut tummy. I was just younger when I wore these jeans. I groaned, straining to take up 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 spicy especially with my step-in peeking out. I grinned, loving the effect. My wicked pussy growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the wall, I could try can really going to town on his cock. He was spanking his monkey like the irregular coming was about to happen, and he wanted one last cum before Jesus Christ arrived.

Did he deserve to get off ?

Nope !

Not after he spilled orange juice all over me.

I crept to my door, opening it so, so carefully. I creaked it undefendable column inch by inch, wider and wider. No narrow escape from the hinge. I had a huge grin as I slipped out into the hall. I heard the shower going, guessing crick was in there. I had idea for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his sleeping room. He blinked when he saw me in the hall, his impertinence reddening. Without a word, he hurried past me, looking neat ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, little bosom bouncing naked minutes ago. He scurried down the steps, not even noticing how salacious my outfit 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 come out creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in pleasure when he resumed, thinking he was safe. My smiling grew turgid and larger. I grabbed the doorway handle, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a mystifying breathing place, my entire body trembling. Tingles raced from my panties, electrifying all of my skin, driving me to be the biggest brat in the world.

I wrenched open the door, jumped inside his chamber, shouting,"Every metre you masturbate, God kills a kitten !"

John, his shirt pulled up to let out his monotone belly and his bridge player stroking his tool, kicked his legs as he struggled to breed himself."dogshit !"

He glared at me as he managed to pull his mantle over his rooster. His face turned beet red as I shook my headway at him. I waggled my fingerbreadth just to be More of a brat.

"What the screwing !"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 bitch !"

I gasped in mock cushion."I 'm gon na tell pappa 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 elbow room and closed the threshold. I burst into laughter as I heard him scrambling around.

No getting off for him. I might have hated that wench, and he 'd dowse my unflattering panties, but he had no right hand to deal me in Orange River juice.

It was meter to get back at my older brother for provoking St. John the Apostle. My little purulent tingled as I approached the bathroom door. The rain shower hissed. Our business firm was old. It lacked locks on any of the threshold, even the bathroom. My brothers had used that to their reward many fourth dimension to pull pranks on each other.

Now it was my turn.

I twisted the threshold 's organization handle ever so slowly. I cracked the door out-of-doors, the 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 doorway open just a little farther. I could see him as a tail through the charge plate curtain, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A foul thrill ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his dead body all smooth muscularity. My pussy clenched as I spotted his clothes sitting atop a brown towel. He 'd bring in it in from the linen paper closet.

We did n't observe towels in the bathroom.

I grinned as I crept forward. His humming stopped as I grabbed his clothes and towel in my greedy men. The shower bath drapery ripped open, and there was my brother naked, shampoo soapsuds in his hair, his putz swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark thatch of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

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

"You fucking short brat !"he snarled as I whirled around, my brownness hair whipping about my typeface. I darted for the door and raced out of the hallway. I heard Rick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his clothes to my chest as I raced down the stairs. My feet drummed a fast heartbeat as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche.

Rick stumbled after me.

I threw a look over my shoulder and grinned as he struggled to cover his dick with one hand as he charged down the steps, his discharge hired man sliding down the banister."afford me back my apparel, you fucking brat !"

Laughing, I jumped the last few stairs and landed on the first floor. I darted to my right field, heading into the bread and butter room. I could get a line Dad 's recliner swinging shut with that loud clangoring. I burst into the living room to see him standing up, his look twisted in angriness until he saw me. Confusion flicked across his expression as I clutched crick 's wear and towel to my chest.

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

Rick burst into the living room and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our father. I hugged papa while giving haystack a elated feel over my articulatio humeri. I stuck my tongue out at him. Fury soared across my Old blood brother 's boldness as I snuggled up tight against Daddy 's warm chest. My footling nipples throbbed. Through the flimsy framework of my jersey, I felt how firm Daddy was.

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

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

"Anna ?"daddy asked.

"I just had to shoot 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 apparel out of fearfulness, and he was chasing me all naked, and his cock was thrusting hard before him, and I did n't know what to do, I was so frightened, so I came to you, daddy !"

"You little—"

"Rick !"growled Daddy.

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

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

John the Evangelist entered the living room."Dad, she burst into my room to make fun of me !"St. John 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 purpose !"John snarled."You wanted to see it ! You 're being a little brat !"

I gasped in mock outrage."pappa, I would n't be a little brat. I 'm your good girl."

He stared down at me, his cheek flushed, his eye 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 breast and the overt fly of my poor that let my pinko panties peek out. My shorts hugged my crotch, my legs lithe and sexy.

"What are you wearing, Anna ?"

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

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

My optic widened.

pappa nodded.

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

"And ?"Daddy grunted."They 're Danton True 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 glint in his night eyes."You live how brats are treated."

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

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

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

I gasped as he ripped down my tight boxershorts, hauling them off of me with ease. He froze, seeing those glittering, gold letters printed across my soaked ass. My pussy grew hotter. wetting agent. 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 little 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 pappa yanked down my pantie, exposing my pussy for both my brothers to see. My brown-furred fumble was on presentation. They could see that my bush was soaked by my juices. My pissed tush clenched as I wiggled, my butt aching for the penalization to begin.

I was a terror. And brats got spanked.

My rump clenched, preparing for the first spank to land. I trembled, surprised by how a lot I wanted this. I could n't help the trivial wiggle that animated my pelvis. I was so ready for this. So eagre to be spanked by my potent daddy.

The air swished behind me.

skag !

I gasped at the stinging bother radiating through my leftfield butt-cheek. My posterior clenched against the hotness. The skanky hurt soared through me, my back arching while my kitty-cat drank in the sensation. This euphoric seventh heaven then melted through me. This grand, naughty delight. I could n't conceive how much it made my virgin cunny ache.

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

sapidity !

I gasped as the second spank landed on my mighty butt-cheek. Both sides of my hindquarters burned, the heat melting through me. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and hotter. My cunny absorbed the pleasure. The heat fanned my lust.

SMACK !

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

I nodded."I was, Daddy !"

smack !

"I jumped into John Lackland 's room on role !"

"You just wanted to see my cock, did n't you, you footling brat ?"whoremaster growled.

SMACK !

"Yes !"I howled as the transport soared through me. This wondrous, wicked high temperature burned into my cunt. dada was so solid. So powerful. He deserves to punish me for being such a prankish, little brat.

skag !

"I bet you want to swipe a peek at my shaft, too, did n't you ?"Rick squabble."Huh, you petty brat ?"

SMACK !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the pain burning across my rear end. Daddy 's bridge player was so big. He covered so much of my derriere in a undivided nose candy. It was incredible. I loved it. I savored it despite how very much it hurt. Tears burned my optic. The agony was about to have me.

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

SMACK !

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

SMACK !

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

hell dust !

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

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

SMACK !

The annoyance swept through me. I cried out in wordless excruciation that transformed into ecstasy. My virgin slit clenched, my juices overflowing my bush then trickling down my second joint. I 'd never been so hot. It was unbelievable. Why did this feel so puzzle ?

Because I was a little terror ? A little trollop ?

John 's dick appeared. Just as big as our comrade 's. St. John 's hand pumped up and down his shaft, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my mouth, my eyes flicking from one pal 's cock to the other. I let out such a wanton moan, my Virgo the Virgin cunny clenching.

SMACK !

"What a niggling roll in the hay woman of the street !"pappa growled."You said hi to me on purpose, did n't you ? You wanted to flaunt 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 gain you hard by revealing my young flesh."

"You made me fucking gruelling,"dada growled.

I gasped as he seized my pilus and hauled me good. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His former hand seized the hem of my too tight t-shirt. He yanked it up my body so hard I heard fabric tearing. The cloth rasped against my mamilla, sending throbbing joy racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, pleasure surging down to my virgin twat. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my read/write head, but tearing it from my body. I gasped, standing fully naked, my little, eighteen-year-old titties on display for both my brothers to enjoy.

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

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

"brat always want to get fucked by their pa,"growled Daddy.

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

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

pa rammed his cock into my Virgin pussy.

My cherry popped in a flare of annoyance. My middle bulged as his turncock slammed to the hilt into me. No gentle drive. No taking his metre. He fucked me the way a brat should be fucked. Hard. fasting. His dick 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 rump. Pain flared through me. This rattling, aching, delicious sensation rippled from my spank ass to my slit. My deflowered cunny squeezed down on his thick ray of light. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my brown fuzz spilling about my face as he fucked me bent over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"haystack cheered."Fuck the little slattern !"

"Egyptian pound that little brat 's cunt !"John the Divine said, both my brothers stroking their cocks as they watched Daddy pound me.

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

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

My cunny squeezed around daddy 's dick. My juicy soma gripped him, savoring the hot friction. What pain I felt was soothed away by his plunging cock rubbing against my sleek flesh. He gave me such hug drug. Such wondrous joy. I reveled in him being in me. It was so amazing to get this. I was finally getting fucked like the short whore I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the push as I lay bent over. His private parts smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flares of bother sent hotness melting down to my juicy cunny. My twat squeezed around pappa 's cock. I gripped him, reveling in every difficult poking into my depths.

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

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

"Yes, yes, Daddy is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as a wild wave of cloud nine flooded through me. A trailer for something amazing to come. I could sense it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

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

"Yes,"papa growled, thrusting hard.

Fast.

His balls smacked into my picayune clit. Sparks burst through me as I reveled in being a little terror. Little dots of light source danced before my eyes as the pleasure built and built inside of me. His cock churned me up. He brought me closer and closer to that wonderful, delicious rapture.

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

I clawed at the couch shock before me, my pussy squeezing so tight around Daddy 's plunging dick. So vast. He stretched my little cunny to its boundary. His shaft gave me so much raptus in the cognitive operation. I groaned and gasped, my hip joint wiggling, stirring my hot flesh around his plunging dick.

The air pressure built. I could n't take much more. I clenched my tooth, whimpering through them as the smacks of pain mixed with the surging pleasure. His cock churned my slight cunny to a froth. The pressure of my orgasm reached a feverish pitch.

"dada !"I howled as I came.

My puss convulsed around his putz. My closely, little cunny celebrated his cock ramming in and out of me. His hands gripped my hips, squeezing tight while my pussy writhed and spasmed around his light beam. Wave after Wave of pleasance swept through my body. I drowned in ecstasy.

"Oh, Daddy, I 'm such a nooky whore !"I howled, my eighteen-year-old kitty-cat spasming so tough around his dick.

"Yes, you fucking are, slut !"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 cunt !"John groaned.

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

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my slit backbreaking. He churned me up. This howling, wild high temperature swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my eye fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in virgin ecstasy. My little cunny spasmed around them. I whimpered and groaned as my fantastic figure writhed about him. My orgasm kept going and going.

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

He growled, his hand sweeping up my body. I gasped as he cupped my slight titties. 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 nipples hard. He twisted them. Abused them. The pain and pleasure shot down to my pussy.

I came harder.

"Oh, fuck !"Daddy growled as he buried his dick into my depths."You 're such a shag whore, Anna !"

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

dada 's cum.

"Yes, yes, oversupply my puss, pa !"I howled, my fiddling cunny spasming around his peter. My flesh writhed, milking him. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I rung him dry. He stayed buried in me, grunting with each wonderful attack of his jizz into my pussy.

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

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

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

"Rick claimed your ass first,"daddy grunted as my pussy drained him dry."You 're going to be a goodness, slight 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 muddy arcsecond, John."

"piece of tail it, I still get to feel her tight snatch !"John growled.

"So fuck tight,"Daddy groaned as he ripped his cock out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent over the couch, my pussy suddenly empty. I savored Daddy 's hot seed running down my second joint. I trembled, wiggling my hip. I could n't believe this had happened. That this wild, wicked pleasure had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic in high spirits. My number one flood tide was amazing. It was the salutary. I wanted to keep on being a brat. I wanted to fuck my daddy and my Brother.

My holes ached to be used.

"There 's some Vaseline in the downstairs bath,"dada panted."Go get yourself lubed up before you fuck the minuscule whore 's ass, Rick."

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

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

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

John stretched out on the living room floor and held his turncock up. Rick came from the bathroom a moment later, slathering his dick in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my little dickhead tingle. I rose, my branch quiver, my ass burning from my study. My pussy ached. I needed more dick in me. More incestuous pecker to occupy my blue holes. I had two hung brothers and a pa with a big dick to please me.

Every brat needed this.

My ass burning, I darted over to my Brother. I straddled John with supple state of grace and lowered myself to his waiting tool. more and to a greater extent of Daddy 's cum leaked out of my deflowered slit, running hot down my thigh. John grinned at me with such lecherousness in his eyes. He wanted me. My round tit, my pink mammilla, my tight cunny.

I groaned as the lip of my twat brushed the tip of my chum 's cock. Another incestuous surge rippled through me as I sank down his slam. I groaned as my cunny engulfed his dick 's tip. My labia spread over his girth. Then, I was sliding farther and farther down his scape. He was filling me up.

"God fucking shit, brat !"he growled, his hand shooting up to cup my unit of ammunition titties. He squeezed them firmly. Rough. Just the way a little prostitute like me should be treated.

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

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

"good !"I moaned, sliding up and down John 's big dick. My pussy clung to him, the pleasure rippling through me. So unbelievable. I slammed back down him, bringing a grunt for my brother. His manus tightened on my tit while my button struck his pubic bone.

pleasure exploded through my pussy.

As I rose back up, hayrick knelt behind me. His Vaseline-lubed rooster pressed between the boldness of my ass. I groaned, feeling him slither his thick crown down between my cranny, searching for my naughty, virginal asshole. naught about me should be virginal.

I was a brat.

"Fuck my ass, Rick !"I moaned.

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

Like my cherry before, my bastard stood no chance. My Brother 's incestuous passion would not be denied. My sphincter expanded, my anal retentive closed chain widening to swallow his hard dig. He rammed into the profoundness of my velvety bowels, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down Saint John the Apostle 's stopcock. I had both my big brothers in me. Both their rooster filled my tight holes.

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

My hips rose, my puss and motherfucker sliding up both their dicks. I gripped them, savoring the dual sensations. The silky delight aching in my pussy and the velvety blaze in my asshole. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

crick slammed into me again. His crotch smacked my burning at the stake ass. The pain was so wonderfully delicious. I gasped and slammed back down John 's prick. He groaned, his helping hand squeezing my titties while Rick pounded my asshole. He fucked me voiceless. 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 jazz me."

"I think the little 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 cause to keep your footling baby in line,"papa growled, his gumshoe hard again. It glistened with my pussy succus. He approached us, the harlot scent of my twat adorning his cock filling my nose.

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

He grabbed my brown hair and rammed his putz into my rima oris, the stopping point hole needing to be broken in. I had all the cocks I could want in me. My hunky daddy and my two hot, senior brothers. Incestuous passion burned through me as I worked my thighs, humping my pussy up and down John 's thick shaft. Rick fucked me heavily, slamming into my bowels. Their pecker built and built the pleasure in me.

I moaned my inflammation around Daddy 's cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning off my tart succus. My tongue caressed him, making him grunt and groan as he thrust his dick deeper and harder into my lip. He stared down at me, his eyes shining like a beast.

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

Could I ?

I did n't have a choice as pop rammed his dick so arduous it plunged to the vertebral column of my throat and kept going. I gagged for a moment, my puss and dickhead clenching down on my brothers'big shaft. The friction increased, my pleasance swelling as daddy 's huge cock slid down my gullet. His dark pubic hair pressed fully into my lips while his testicle smacked into my chin. I breathed in through my nose, 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 hip upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big peter. My pussy clenched about his spear, my sexual climax edifice and building in the depths of my grab. Rick 's prick pounded my mother fucker, his genitalia smack over and over into my fundament. bother and pleasure swelled inside of me.

Then pa ...

Daddy fucked my mouth.

He plunged his cock over and over down my throat. tommyrot ran down my chin as I sucked and slurped. I made such distasteful and wanton sounds as I pleased him. It was so naughty. I could n't admit back. There was no stopping the pleasance about to burst inside of me as the three men in my family fucked me.

My incestuous orgasm exploded through me.

I squealed around pop 's cock plunging down my throat over and over. His arduous testicle smacked against my chin while my tight cunny and velvety asshole writhed and spasmed about my brothers'dicks. My figure massaged them, bringing grunts and groans from them. Daddy 's hands tightened in my tomentum. Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded through me.

Stars flare-up before my eyes.

The delight raged through me. Both my mess convulsed around my chum 's big tool. I milked them as I spasmed through my climax. I moaned about Daddy 's pecker plunging down my gullet. They were all grunting. Growling. They were all feeling the effects of my incestuous ecstasy surging through my body.

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

"Oh, shit, yes !"John Lackland groaned as his hammer spurted into my quaggy slit. His paw squeezed my daily round mamilla."Anna, you sexy, little terror. I 'll jazz you every time you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

Rick grunted, his putz corrupting my asshole. treble spurts of hot jizz pumped into both my holes. My flesh writhed harder about them. My coming intensified, incestuous waves of ecstasy drowning my mind. My crony groaned as I milked them dry.

"We 'll keep you in telephone circuit from now on, you little bratwurst,"snarled Daddy as he rammed his cock down my throat.

His prick twitched. His hot spunk fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his cock, my aspect pressed into his stringy bush. Cum flooded into all my gamy gob. The men in my family used my body to satiate the lusts I 'd fanned in them.

It was fantastic. I would be such a naughty terror. I would badger my brothers, my dad, every man in my kin as much as possible. They would have to spank me and roll in the hay me and use me for their pleasure.

It was so perfect. I do n't know why I pretended to be such a sound girl. I truly was a brat.

My orgasm peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the summit of pleasure. The spurts of incestuous cum flooding my three fix slowed. Stopped. The men in the family unit were done using me. For now. Rick pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my whoreson. I rolled off of lavatory and fell onto the flooring. Daddy 's cock slid out of my oesophagus 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 recognise how prospicient it was before I felt pappa standing over me."strumpet, you 're getting cum all over my carpet."

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

I smiled. I was ready to be disciplined again.

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