Mind-Control Panties

write up Two : Brat 's Kinky Punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Ricochet for Beta reading this !

There was goose egg special about the department computer memory. It was like a thousand others in its chain. A massive, international network of box fund that sold everything you could want or imagine. From cookware to bedding to toys, almost everything could be found here.

The physique moving through the store appeared no unlike than any of the early shoppers. It moved with a calm free 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 chassis 's manus. They were a pale garden pink, with the Christian Bible Bratty printed in gold, glittery letters across the back. Any miss who wore them and flashed them would render a daze video display of teasing delight.

The perfect garment for a brat.

The figure headed to the wearable division frequented by college girls. It passed a stand with dozens of panties on it in all frame and styles and designs. With a casual moving-picture show of the radiocarpal joint, the Bratty scanty landed with the others. There to wait a certain someone.

Anna Carter, 18, was shopping with her Fatherhood and two former sidekick. Her shoulder joint length, brown hair was held back from her cheek by a twosome of garden pink barrettes. She wore a demure rig compared to her peers, a dark blouse tucked into a long annulus. The neckline of her top hardly showed any segmentation at all, just some ivory belt of her collarbone. She had bright, hazel eyes and plump lips over a small nose.

"Boys,"growled her father, a stern-looking man named wiener Carter. He was grandiloquent and sinewy, his poke large. A trait both his son, rick and John, possessed.

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

lav was rubbing his arm."Is that what you call a chump lick ?"

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

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

Her Father of the Church, a widower, flicked his gaze to the habiliment section. At the sight of all those feminine garments, he cleared his throat."Yes, fine, just meet us in the sporting goods section in about twenty minutes."

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

She needed a few new pairs of step-in. zippo extravagant. She preferred the flashy kind, the ones with a wide-cut cut, not the daring ones the young lady at her college liked to wear. Perhaps it was the golden glisten on the word Bratty that drew her attending, or maybe it was the dangling thong above it, a strip of cloth so narrow that Anna could n't understand how it could cover anything.

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

Not a good lady friend like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't love what strange desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her ears burning more, her buttock gaining a pale, pink tinge. She darted over to a wrack holding ten packs of cheap pantie and snagged the number one one she could. She buried the Bratty yoke beneath the multitude, clutching it smashed, and then darted to go looking at at some new skirts.

She fidgeted for the rest of the shopping misstep, 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 notice that the automobile did n't claxon nor that a damage did n't show up on the silver screen as the cashier placed it in a bag with the quietus of the wearing apparel that Anna bought.

She clutched her bag, dread that her beginner would detect her purchase.

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Anna Carter

Two week later, I was still terrified that my father would find that certain pair of panties tucked in the book binding of my drawer. It was buried amid socks and bandeau, but was also the live pair of pick panties I had. I 'd worn every yoke of clean panties I had, including the ten from the pack I bought.

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

His embrown optic flicking up and down me. Did he know ?

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

I bent down and gave him a straightaway kiss on the brass before I hurried over and set down dental plate before my brothers. Rick 's Orange River juice was right on the sharpness of the table. I was just turning away to postulate my own seat when John went to smack rick. John 's mitt flew out, striking the meth of Orange River succus on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the leafy vegetable, moldable cup flying right at me. A few fall of orange juice led the way. I gasped and struggled to elude it, but it came at me too fast. It struck my skirt right below my bellybutton. I felt all the liquid soak through my skirt to my panties. I squeaked in shock, blinking. I could experience the dusty bleeding through to my privates.

"No, no, no,"I groaned, my heart beating so fast. I could feel my last couple of unclouded panty absorbing the staining liquid.

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

"Sorry, Dad,"John muttered.

"Do n't excuse to me ! rationalise to your red cent sister !"

John 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 older than John, he was gaining on crick in sizing. Snarling, St. John the Apostle threw a hard lick at Rick, forcing my older brother to lean back and deflect the blow.

"son !"Dad snarled, pounding his fist into the table to punctuate his discussion."That 's it ! You 've both had adequate 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,"lavatory muttered as he stood up. He gave me another sheeplike look before he darted off.

"Anna, dear,"Dad said, his representative lowering,"go upstairs and get change."

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

"I 'm sad, hope that didn't stain your wench. If it did, I 'll make them buy you a new one."

I just nodded, terrified. I only had one last couplet of sportsmanlike panties.

I stumbled out of the kitchen in a fog. I did n't need to have to put on those panties, but these ones were soaked with orange juice. Going without scanty was just unaccepted. The yawning pit of dread swelled and swelled in my belly as I stumbled through the living elbow room. I reached the stairs, my pal moving around above.

I swallowed, my scanty wet and frigid and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the stairs, hating how the soppy panty rubbed against me. Tears were beading in my oculus. Why did Rick and 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 well like me ? They were such terror.

Now I had to wear upon those step-in. 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 lav thought it would be mirthful to yank down my skirt ? He had n't done that in a few years, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most hilarious thing in the creation. Knowing my luck, he would do it to me today.

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

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

I reached the second storey and took a few pace 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 blot out in here, but I could n't do that.

I could n't outride in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd own to go out to eat. To use the restroom. Do my job. I really, really needed to do my washing, so I could get some panty that were clean Then I could shoot the Batty step-in off as soon as possible.

That was what I had to do.

I unzipped my wench and pulled it off, wincing at the orange tree spot across the front man of my plain stitch, white panties. I dropped my wench in my wearing apparel bond and peeled off my sodden underclothing. They stuck to me, making me feel so cheating. I balled up the step-in, found a clean-living patch, and wiped at my Brown University 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 stains splashed across my top. That had to go, too. I peeled it off, tugging it over my slender frame. My whisker flew about my face, leaving it a tousled pile. I would get to comb it again. It was such an untamable mane today.

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

I groaned as I spotted something at the tail of my visual sensation. There was a unmarried discolouration on my bra. An orange blemish on the Edward White fabric. I sighed, reached behind me, and unfastened it. I slipped it off and now was naked.

I hated being naked.

My brothers could burst in. I darted to my dresser, my little bosom quivering. I yanked open the doorway, staring at the pile of air-sleeve and bras shoved into the recession, hiding my naughty secret. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

My manus darted forward, shoving the piling of article of clothing to the side. I unveiled the panties lying there, some of the glittery letter of the alphabet seeable. The two T 's and a hint of the Y.

I felt a strange quiver as I grabbed the panties. An exhilaration ran across my pelt, my small tit hardening as it raced down past my bosom to my stomach. I gasped as it jolted to my pussy, making my sex aching. I whimpered, my cheeks electrocution bright, the steer of my pinna blazing with embarrassment.

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

Stairs creaked. I gasped, realizing daddy was coming up the stair. Panicking, I quickly bent down and push my right wing groundwork through the leg yap. Another surge of electrical energy raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my kitty, this wet heating plant forming mystifying in my depths. 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 left foot through the other cakehole and yanked the panties so fast up my legs my tit bounced. I wiggled my hips, seating the panties tight against my pussy. The elastic dance orchestra snapped around my waist. I could experience the racy alphabetic character blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As Daddy reached the top of the stairs, a arch theme blazed in my mind. I moaned, trembling in my kinky step-in, my breasts jiggling. They were cunning, little titties. Perfect cones topped by pink pap. Both were hard and delicious.

I tweaked one and giggled at the spicy feeling that flowed through me. My grinning broadened as I heard pop reach the top of the stairs. He was about to take the air by my door.

I turned to face up it and said in a pollyannaish articulation,"Hi, pop !"

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

His Logos trailed off as he stared at my budding, youthful titties. His jaw dropped, his optic bulging while his buttock went scarlet.

I let him stare for one tremendous s. Then I gasped,"daddy !"Squealing, I"breed"my chest, my hands not hiding my nipple at all."Get out of here ! I 'm au naturel ! Why did n't you knock ?"

He jerked his head back, slamming my door shut so hard the entire business firm 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 kitty felt so juicy. I pinched both my nipples, tweaking them as I heard dada shifting on his feet outside my door.

"You said hi,"he groaned."I thought—"

"Yes, hi !"I gasped in fake scandal, my fingerbreadth tugging hard on my mammilla. My pussy clenched, feeling so wet and juicy."Not come on in !"

"I 'm sorry,"he said and then hurried down the hall to his room. I snorted, trying not to abound into laughter. It was so a good deal fun to tease Dad. It made my pussy nice and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

Humming, I sauntered to my dressing table, eagre to find the perfect matter to wear. I opened my drawers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my head teacher. They were so ... girly. childish. None of them had that oomph that fit me. Surely, I had wearing apparel 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 wrong with me ?

I threw that down then rummaged through the drawer, throwing Thomas More and more tops to the floor. Through the thin wall, I heard the bounce of lavatory '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 babe. I squirmed, naughty mind making my pussy bed 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 rear of my drawer. It was tiny. It would mold to my dead body and hug my firm, fiddling titty. I bet it would show a goodness inch or two of my venter. 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 mammilla, stimulating my short buds. I groaned, my pussy getting so juicy and wet. My naughty panty absorbed the flood of my excitement.

I wiggled my butt, glancing over my shoulders to see those glittering missive on my panty flashing in my stand mirror.

Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a boxing glove, molding around my little bosom. My nipples poked hard against the fabric. It was so little, it exposed my omphalos. 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 class,"I muttered, hearing the bed springs from my pal 's sleeping accommodation groaning louder. He must be watching some porn on his sound, wearing phone so no one would sleep together what he was doing.

But I did.

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

Triumphed !

I found a brace of jean trunks that I had n't worn in two years. I could tell they would be tight.

The bed springs creaked louder, the rhythmical slap echoing.

I slid my legs into the shorts. I worked them up and up my legs, my hips wiggling from side to side. My petty tit quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the short higher and higher. I groaned as I slid the tight framework up over my stern. I sucked in a deeply breath, struggling to fasten them closed. Do n't get me awry, I was n't fat. I had a flat, taut stomach. I was just unseasoned when I wore these jeans. I groaned, straining to eviscerate 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 naughty especially with my panties peeking out. I grinned, loving the effect. My repellant snatch growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the bulwark, I could take heed John really going to town on his cock. He was spanking his monkey like the second gear climax was about to occur, and he wanted one last cum before Good Shepherd Christ arrived.

Did he deserve 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 out-of-doors inch by inch, wider and wider. No squeaker from the hinges. I had a immense grin as I slipped out into the hall. I heard the shower going, guessing Rick was in there. I had estimation for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his bedroom. He blinked when he saw me in the hall, his cheeks reddening. Without a Holy Scripture, he hurried past me, looking straightforward ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, petty breast bouncing defenseless bit ago. He scurried down the stairs, not even noticing how prurient my outfit was. What a disgrace. It was so much fun teasing him.

I shrugged.

I waited exterior of bathroom 's bedroom, listening and waiting for the auditory sensation of his bed to lead off creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in delectation when he resumed, thinking he was safe. My smile grew gravid and expectant. I grabbed the door handle, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a deep breath, my entire consistence trembling. Tingles raced from my panties, electrifying all of my hide, driving me to be the biggest brat in the world.

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

bathroom, his shirt pulled up to expose his matted breadbasket and his hand stroking his shaft, kicked his stage as he struggled to cover himself."Shit !"

He glared at me as he managed to pull in his blanket over his cock. His face turned beet red as I shook my psyche at him. I waggled my finger just to be more of a brat.

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

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

"Anna, you fucking gripe !"

I gasped in mock shock absorber."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 skirt, and he 'd hock my unflattering panties, but he had no rightfield to cover me in orange juice.

It was time to get back at my older brother for provoking Gospel According to John. My footling purulent tingled as I approached the bathroom doorway. The shower hissed. Our house was old. It lacked whorl on any of the doors, even the bath. My brothers had used that to their advantage many multiplication to pull pranks on each other.

Now it was my turning.

I twisted the room access 's administration handle ever so slowly. I cracked the door give, the sound of my brother, Rick, showering grew louder. piddle 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 open just a little farther. I could see him as a tail through the charge plate mantle, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A wicked flush ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his body all fluid brawn. My pussy 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 humming stopped as I grabbed his clothes and towel in my greedy hands. The shower drape ripped open, and there was my sidekick naked, shampoo suds in his hair, his pecker swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark Blackbeard of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

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

"You fucking petty brat !"he snarled as I whirled around, my brown hair whipping about my face. I darted for the door and raced out of the hallway. I heard rick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his apparel to my chest as I raced down the stairs. My invertebrate foot drummed a profligate beat as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche.

haystack stumbled after me.

I threw a look over my shoulder and grinned as he struggled to traverse his prick with one manus as he charged down the stairs, his liberal script sliding down the banister."Give me back my clothes, you fucking brat !"

Laughing, I jumped the lowest few steps and landed on the inaugural floor. I darted to my right field, heading into the life elbow room. I could get wind Dad 's reclining chair swinging shut with that tatty crash. I burst into the living way to see him standing up, his aspect twisted in ira until he saw me. discombobulation flicked across his expression as I clutched kink 's clothing and towel to my chest.

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

kink outburst into the living room and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our Padre. I hugged pop while giving kink a gleeful feeling over my shoulder. I stuck my lingua out at him. Fury soared across my old sidekick 's face as I snuggled up nasty against Daddy 's strong chest. My trivial mammilla throbbed. Through the lean fabric of my t-shirt, I felt how strong Daddy was.

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

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

"Anna ?"Daddy asked.

"I just had to dart into the lavatory to get something, and then hayrick spotted me and I panicked, and I did n't eff what to do, so I just grabbed his apparel out of fearfulness, and he was chasing me all naked, and his cock was thrusting concentrated before him, and I did n't know what to do, I was so dash, 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 lingua at me. She stole my clothes on intention !"

"Why would I do it on aim ?"I asked, rubbing against pop. I could feel his stopcock swelling hard. It made my pussy so wet in my blue panties.

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

"He was masturbating, dad,"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 picayune brat !"

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

He stared down at me, his buttock flushed, his middle 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 spread fly of my shortsighted that let my garden 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 tease, lilliputian brat !"growled John.

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

My middle widened.

dad nodded.

"No, no, I 'm not being a brat. Honest. I was just ..."I struggled to observe the words."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 ?"papa grunted."They 're young me. I 'd be disappointed if they were n't masturbating."

My jaw dropped.

"You 've been a teasing, petty brat,"Daddy said, this dangerous glint in his dark eyes."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 hand holding me like a vice grip.

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

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

I gasped as he ripped down my pissed shorts, hauling them off of me with rest. He froze, seeing those glittering, Au varsity letter printed across my tight ass. My kitty grew hotter. surfactant. I let out a wanton, footling groan as I felt all three of them staring at me.

"fountainhead, well, well,"Daddy 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 panties, exposing my kitty-cat for both my brothers to see. My brown-furred muff was on presentation. They could see that my bush was soaked by my juice. My smashed tooshie clenched as I wiggled, my rump aching for the punishment to begin.

I was a brat. And brats got spanked.

My hind end clenched, preparing for the first spank to acres. I trembled, surprised by how practically I wanted this. I could n't aid the little squirm that animated my hips. I was so ready for this. So eager to be spanked by my unattackable daddy.

The air swished behind me.

hell dust !

I gasped at the stinging painful sensation radiating through my left butt-cheek. My rump clenched against the heat. The repellent hurt soared through me, my back arching while my pussy drank in the sensation. This euphoric walking on air then melted through me. This wonderful, juicy delectation. I could n't believe how a great deal it made my Virgin cunny ache.

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

SMACK !

I gasped as the second spank landed on my rectify butt-cheek. Both side of meat of my posterior burned, the warmth melting through me. I could feel my twat getting wetter and hotter. My cunny absorbed the delectation. The heat fanned my lust.

SMACK !

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

I nodded."I was, Daddy !"

SMACK !

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

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

SMACK !

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

SMACK !

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

SMACK !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the pain burning across my croupe. Daddy 's bridge player was so big. He covered so lots of my rear end in a single blow. It was unbelievable. I loved it. I savored it despite how much it hurt. Tears burned my oculus. The agony was about to down me.

"I thought so,"rick said. He moved into my visual modality and pulled his helping hand away from his grueling 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 script up and down it. So big. The tip was an angry red, his precum beading at the slit.

relish !

"You 're staring at your Brother 's dick like a naughty, slight trollop,"Daddy growled.

smooch !

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

"Yeah, you want to see mine, too, short whore ?"John asked as he unfastened his jean."I bet you did n't get a ripe enough looking at when you burst in on me spanking it."

SMACK !

The pain in the ass swept through me. I cried out in wordless agony that transformed into ecstasy. My virgin cunt clenched, my juices overflowing my Dubya then trickling down my second joint. I 'd never been so hot. It was incredible. Why did this feel so amazing ?

Because I was a brat ? A little slovenly woman ?

toilet 's dick appeared. Just as big as our brother 's. John 's mitt pumped up and down his shaft, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my rim, my optic flicking from one brother 's stopcock to the other. I let out such a wanton moan, my virgin cunny clenching.

SMACK !

"What a short fucking whore !"dad growled."You said hi to me on intention, did n't you ? You wanted to flaunt those boob at me, did n't you ?"

SMACK !

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

"You made me fucking punishing,"pa growled.

I gasped as he seized my hair and hauled me upright piano. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His other hand seized the hem of my too loaded tee shirt. He yanked it up my eubstance so firmly I heard cloth tearing. The textile rasped against my nipples, sending throbbing pleasure 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 head, but tearing it from my eubstance. I gasped, standing fully naked, my piddling, eighteen-year-old tit on showing for both my chum to enjoy.

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

"You have to fuck the niggling slut, Dad,"John 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 warp rattled. Jeans came undone. His zipper rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big dick. I had teased him until he was unvoiced. I did this to him. I had to overindulge him. I had to pay back my daddy.

Daddy rammed his cock into my virgin pussy.

My cherry popped in a flashgun of pain. My heart bulged as his pecker slammed to the hilt into me. No gentle thrust. No taking his metre. He fucked me the way a bratwurst should be fucked. Hard. Fast. His dick was already pulling back, my juicy puss clenching about him, before I even realized he was in me.

He slammed back into me. His private parts smacked into my can. pain flared through me. This wonderful, aching, delicious sensation rippled from my paddle ass to my cunt. My mar cunny squeezed down on his midst prick. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my brown hair spilling about my human face as he fucked me bent over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"Rick cheered."Fuck the piffling slut !"

"Irish pound that little brat 's snatch !"John said, both my chum stroking their cocks as they watched Daddy hammer 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 delight rushing through me.

My cunny squeezed around pappa 's dick. My juicy form gripped him, savoring the hot friction. What hurting I felt was soothed away by his plunging cock rubbing against my silky flesh. He gave me such ecstasy. Such wondrous delight. I reveled in him being in me. It was so amazing to feel this. I was finally getting fucked like the little bawd I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the thrusts as I lay knack over. His crotch smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These solar flare of pain sent estrus melting down to my juicy cunny. My twat squeezed around Daddy 's stopcock. I gripped him, reveling in every strong push into my depths.

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

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

"Yes, yes, dad is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as a wild wafture of cloud nine 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 hammer, Daddy ! I want to cum like the little, bratty trollop I am !"

"Yes,"pop growled, thrusting hard.

fasting.

His egg smacked into my small clit. arc burst through me as I reveled in being a little terror. trivial dots of light danced before my heart as the pleasure built and built inside of me. His cock churned me up. He brought me closemouthed and closer to that wonderful, Delicious rapture.

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

I clawed at the couch shock before me, my snatch squeezing so cockeyed around Daddy 's plunging gumshoe. So vast. He stretched my little cunny to its limits. His shaft gave me so much 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 call for much more. I clenched my teeth, whimpering through them as the nip of pain meld with the surging delight. His cock churned my small cunny to a foam. The insistency of my coming reached a feverish pitch.

"Daddy !"I howled as I came.

My pussy convulsed around his dick. My mean, little cunny celebrated his cock ramming in and out of me. His bridge player gripped my hips, squeezing tight while my kitty-cat writhed and spasmed around his shaft. Wave after wave of delight swept through my organic structure. I drowned in ecstasy.

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

"Yes, you fucking are, trollop !"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 !"whoremaster groaned.

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

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my goofball hard. He churned me up. This wonderful, uncivilised heat swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my heart fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in pure ecstasy. My little cunny spasmed around them. I whimpered and groaned as my howling anatomy writhed about him. My coming kept going and going.

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

He growled, his paw sweeping up my body. I gasped as he cupped my petty boob. He squeezed them as he drove his dick into the profoundness 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 tool into my depth."You 're such a ass whore, Anna !"

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

dad 's cum.

"Yes, yes, flood my cunt, papa !"I howled, my little cunny spasming around his putz. My flesh writhed, milking him. I groaned, my eyes 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 Rick."fucking her ass so operose. I want to reveal in her asshole !"

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

"Let them make out 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 ripe, piddling slut, are n't you ?"

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

"Yes,"Rick groaned."You get Dad 's sloppy seconds, John."

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

"So piece of ass tight,"pop groaned as he ripped his cock out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, set over the couch, my pussy suddenly empty. I savored Daddy 's hot germ running down my thigh. I trembled, wiggling my rose hip. I could n't believe this had happened. That this wild, wicked delight had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic high. My starting time climax was amazing. It was the best. I wanted to stay fresh being a brat. I wanted to fuck my pa and my comrade.

My fix ached to be used.

"There 's some Vaseline in the downstairs bathroom,"dada panted."Go get yourself lubed up before you fuck the little sporting lady 's ass, Rick."

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

John grinned at me, gripping his dick."You 're going to come 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.

lav stretched out on the support elbow room floor and held his putz up. Rick came from the bathroom a moment later, slathering his pecker in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my little asshole quiver. I rose, my pegleg shaking, my ass electrocution from my subject area. My twat ached. I needed more cock in me. More incestuous cocks to fill my gamey golf hole. I had two hung brothers and a Daddy with a big dick to please me.

Every terror needed this.

My ass burning, I darted over to my brother. I straddled John with lithe grace and lowered myself to his waiting cock. More and more of papa 's cum leaked out of my mar pussy, running hot down my thigh. lavatory grinned at me with such luxuria in his oculus. He wanted me. My stave breasts, my pink nipples, my pissed cunny.

I groaned as the lips of my kitty brushed the tip of my brother 's tool. Another incestuous rush rippled through me as I sank down his prick. 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 shaft. He was filling me up.

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

"Buckle up and enjoy the ride,"I purred, squeezing my snatch around his dick.

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

"commodity !"I moaned, sliding up and down John the Evangelist 's big pecker. My puss clung to him, the joy rippling through me. So incredible. I slammed back down him, bringing a oink for my comrade. His hands tightened on my titty while my clit shine his pubic bone.

pleasure exploded through my pussy.

As I rose back up, Rick knelt behind me. His Vaseline-lubed dick pressed between the face of my ass. I groaned, feeling him slide his thick crown down between my scissure, searching for my naughty, virgin bunghole. Nothing about me should be virginal.

I was a brat.

"roll in the hay my ass, kink !"I moaned.

"hellhole, yes !"he growled and push up forward.

Like my cherry before, my asshole stood no opportunity. My brother 's incestuous Passion of Christ would not be denied. My sphincter expanded, my anal retentive ring widening to swallow his hard shaft. He rammed into the profundity of my velvety bowels, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down St. John the Apostle 's cock. I had both my big buddy in me. Both their dick filled my tight holes.

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

My pelvic girdle rose, my kitty-cat and bunghole sliding up both their hawkshaw. I gripped them, savoring the two-fold sensations. The silky delight aching in my cunt and the velvety blaze in my shit. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

haystack slammed into me again. His crotch smacked my burning ass. The pain was so wonderfully delicious. I gasped and slammed back down bathroom 's cock. He groaned, his hand squeezing my bosom while Rick pounded my son of a bitch. He fucked me severe. He pounded me, spanking my naughty rump again and again.

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

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

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

"We 'll take to keep your trivial sister in line,"papa growled, his dick hard again. It glistened with my pussy juices. He approached us, the woman of the street scent of my twat adorning his dick filling my nose.

"Let me nurse you clean like a in force slight strumpet, Daddy !"

He grabbed my dark-brown pilus and rammed his cock into my backtalk, the hold out golf hole needing to be broken in. I had all the dick I could want in me. My hunky daddy and my two hot, previous brothers. Incestuous passion burned through me as I worked my thigh, humping my kitty up and down John 's thick cock. Rick fucked me concentrated, slamming into my bowel. Their gumshoe built and built the pleasure in me.

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

"A little brat like you can bang deep-throat a peter, ca n't you ?"he growled.

Could I ?

I did n't hold a choice as pa rammed his dick so hard it plunged to the back of my pharynx and kept going. I gagged for a second, my cunt and arsehole clenching down on my sidekick'big dicks. The friction increased, my pleasure swelling as pop 's huge turncock slid down my gorge. His dreary George H.W. Bush pressed fully into my lip while his balls 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 rosehip upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big dick. My pussy clenched about his shaft, my climax building and building in the astuteness of my snatch. Rick 's cock pounded my asshole, his crotch slap over and over into my rump. Pain and pleasure swelled inside of me.

Then daddy ...

Daddy fucked my mouth.

He plunged his cock over and over down my throat. taradiddle ran down my Chin as I sucked and slurped. I made such wicked and light strait as I pleased him. It was so naughty. I could n't hold back back. There was no stopping the pleasure about to burst inside of me as the three men in my kin fucked me.

My incestuous sexual climax exploded through me.

I squealed around papa 's shaft plunging down my throat over and over. His leaden balls smacked against my chin while my tight cunny and velvety bunghole writhed and spasmed about my brother'dicks. My pulp massaged them, bringing grunt and groan from them. Daddy 's hands tightened in my pilus. Wave after wave of rapture flooded through me.

Stars volley before my eyes.

The delight raged through me. Both my gob convulsed around my brother 's big dicks. I milked them as I spasmed through my orgasm. I moaned about pa 's cock 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 little, fucking slovenly woman, Anna !"Rick howled as he rammed into my asshole.

"Oh, shit, yes !"whoremonger groaned as his rooster spurted into my sloppy pussy. His custody squeezed my circle tits."Anna, you sexy, petty bratwurst. I 'll have it off you every prison term you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

hayrick grunted, his pecker corrupting my whoreson. Dual spirt of hot jizz pumped into both my holes. My physique writhed harder about them. My coming intensified, incestuous waves of ecstasy drowning my head. My brothers groaned as I milked them dry.

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

His dick twitched. His hot spunk fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his turncock, my look pressed into his wiry George W. Bush. Cum flooded into all my naughty holes. The men in my kin used my body to satiate the lusts I 'd fanned in them.

It was tremendous. I would be such a naughty bratwurst. I would card my brothers, my daddy, every man in my fellowship as much as possible. They would make to paddle me and fuck me and use me for their pleasure.

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

My sexual climax peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the top of pleasure. The spurts of incestuous cum flooding my three holes slowed. Stopped. The men in the home were done using me. For now. Rick pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my cocksucker. I rolled off of Saint John and fell onto the floor. dada 's cock slid out of my gullet in the cognitive operation. I panted, my throat so wonderfully sore while spunk dribbled out of my well-fucked pussy.

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

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

I smiled. I was fix to be disciplined again.

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