Mind-Control Panties

news report Two : Brat 's Kinky Punishment

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

annotation : Thanks to Ricochet for Beta reading this !

There was null peculiar about the department store. It was like a yard others in its chain. A massive, international network of box stores that sold everything you could desire or imagine. From cookware to bedding to play, almost everything could be found here.

The soma moving through the fund appeared no different than any of the other shoppers. It moved with a calm thanksgiving, nodding at the former shoppers. Nondescript, the bod did n't stand out one bit. No one even noticed the pair of panties clutched in the digit 's hand. They were a blanch pink, with the word Bratty printed in gold, glittery missive across the rear. Any girl who wore them and flashed them would give a fulgent presentation of teasing delight.

The perfective garment for a brat.

The figure headed to the clothing department frequented by college girls. It passed a stand with lashings of pantie on it in all condition and styles and designs. With a fooling flick of the wrist, the Bratty panty landed with the others. There to await a sealed someone.

Anna James Earl Carter Jr., XVIII, was shopping with her begetter and two senior blood brother. Her shoulder distance, John Brown hair's-breadth was held back from her human face by a pair of pink barrettes. She wore a demure outfit compared to her peers, a dark blouse tucked into a recollective skirt. The neckline of her top hardly showed any cleavage at all, just some ivory swath of her collarbone. She had bright, hazel oculus and plump out lips over a small nose.

"Boys,"growled her father, a stern-looking man named Frank Carter. He was tall and muscular, his wind large. A trait both his sons, Rick and john, possessed.

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

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

haystack 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 auricle burning. She obviously looked humiliated by her buddy 's actions. She glanced at the clothing and, shyly, said,"Dad, I need to find fault up a few things."

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

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

She needed a few new pairs of panties. Nothing extravagant. She preferred the tawdry kind, the one with a full cut, not the daring ones the girls at her college liked to wear. Perhaps it was the aureate glitter on the word Bratty that drew her attention, or maybe it was the dangling thong above it, a comic strip of textile so nail down that Anna could n't empathise how it could cover anything.

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

Not a full young lady like Anna.

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

She fidgeted for the rest of the shopping head trip, squirming, fearing that her begetter would see what she bought. But he did n't card. Not even when she went to see to it out and the bank clerk scanned it. No one seemed to note that the machine did n't toot nor that a price did n't establish up on the CRT screen as the bank clerk placed it in a bag with the rest of the clothes that Anna bought.

She clutched her bag, fearsome that her founding father would detect her purchase.

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Anna Carter

Two week later, I was still terrified that my Father of the Church would find out that sure distich of scanty tucked in the spinal column of my draftsman. It was buried amid socks and bras, but was also the finale pair of clean panties I had. I 'd worn every pair of clear pantie I had, including the ten from the pack I bought.

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

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

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

I bent down and gave him a quickly kiss on the cheek before I hurried over and set down plates before my comrade. haystack 's orange juice was right on the sharpness of the table. I was just turning away to take up my own tooshie when John Lackland went to smack wrick. John 's hand flew out, striking the shabu of orange juice on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the green, plastic cup flying right at me. A few drops of orange juice led the way. I gasped and struggled to circumvent it, but it came at me too fast. It struck my skirt right below my belly button. I felt all the liquid soak through my chick to my panty. I squeaked in shock, blinking. I could feel the cold bleeding through to my privates.

"No, no, no,"I groaned, my heart beating so fast. I could feel my last span of plum pantie absorbing the staining liquid.

"Goddammit, John !"Dad barked at my middle crony."Look what you did to your sister !"

"Sorry, Dad,"whoremonger muttered.

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

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

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

Though he was erstwhile than John, he was gaining on Rick in size of it. Snarling, John threw a hard lick at Rick, forcing my older brother to lean back and debar the blow.

"boy !"Dad snarled, pounding his fist into the table to punctuate 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 muttered as he stood up. He gave me another shamefaced look before he darted off.

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

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

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

I just nodded, terrified. I only had one in conclusion pair of clean panties.

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

I swallowed, my scanty wet and inhuman and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the stairs, hating how the sodden panties rubbed against me. binge were beading in my eyes. Why did haystack and bathroom have to be so mean to each other ? Why could n't they just be squeamish ? They were always yelling and punching and hitting. Why could n't they be good like me ? They were such brats.

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

I knew he probably would n't, since my annulus 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 jerk down my skirt ? He had n't done that in a few old age, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most uproarious thing in the world. Knowing my luck, he would do it to me today.

My cheeks burned just thinking about those embarrassing, atomic number 79 missive being seen blazing across my rear.

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

I reached the secondment floor and took a few steps to my bedroom door. I twisted the brass grip and darted inside. I closed it behind me, wishing my room access had a whorl on it. I wanted to just hide out in here, but I could n't do that.

I could n't stay in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd possess to allow to eat. To use the toilet facility. Do my chores. I really, really needed to do my laundry, so I could get some panties that were sportsmanlike Then I could accept the Batty panties off as soon as possible.

That was what I had to do.

I unzipped my doll and pulled it off, wincing at the orange grunge across the front of my plain, white-hot scanty. I dropped my wench in my clothes hamper and peeled off my soppy underwear. They stuck to me, making me palpate so dingy. I balled up the panties, found a clean plot, and wiped at my brownness bush. I got the hold up of the juice out of my hair then threw my step-in 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 lithe form. My hairsbreadth flew about my face, leaving it a tousled slew. I would suffer to comb it again. It was such an untamable mane today.

"damn that John,"I muttered, throwing my top down on the former dirty apparel as hard as I could.

I groaned as I spotted something at the merchant ship of my sight. There was a unity smirch on my bra. An orange blemish on the Theodore Harold White material. I sighed, reached behind me, and unfastened it. I slipped it off and now was naked.

I hated being naked.

My blood brother could burst in. I darted to my dresser, my little breasts quivering. I yanked open up the threshold, staring at the passel of wind sleeve and bras shoved into the nook, hiding my naughty arcanum. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

My handwriting darted forward, shoving the piles of clothing to the slope. I unveiled the pantie lying there, some of the glittery alphabetic character seeable. The two T 's and a hint of the Y.

I felt a unusual thrill as I grabbed the panties. An exhilaration ran across my skin, my minuscule mammilla hardening as it raced down past tense my bosom to my stomach. I gasped as it jolted to my pussy, making my sex aching. I whimpered, my cheeks burning bright, the crest of my ears blazing with embarrassment.

I unfolded the scanty, unveiling those glittering missive to my eye. Bratty. I was the exact contrary. Why did I buy these ?

Stairs creaked. I gasped, realizing Daddy was coming up the stairs. Panicking, I quickly bent down and driving force my right foot through the leg hole. Another rush of electrical energy raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my pussy, this wet heat forming mysterious in my astuteness. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering at the notion. Why was this happening to me ?

The stairs creaked louder. I had to get dressed.

I thrust my left metrical unit through the other hole and yanked the panties so fast up my legs my boob bounced. I wiggled my articulatio coxae, seating the pantie tight against my pussy. The pliable band snapped around my waist. I could finger the naughty alphabetic character blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As Daddy reached the top of the stairs, a wicked idea blazed in my thinker. I moaned, trembling in my kinky scanty, my knocker jiggling. They were cute, short titties. perfect tense cones topped by pink tit. Both were operose and delicious.

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

I turned to face it and said in a upbeat voice,"Hi, papa !"

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

His words trailed off as he stared at my budding, youthful titty. His jaw dropped, his eye bulging while his brass went scarlet.

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

He jerked his straits back, slamming my threshold shut so grueling the entire home trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so regretful, Anna."

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

It was so hard not to titter. My pussy felt so juicy. I pinched both my nipples, tweaking them as I heard pa shifting on his groundwork outside my door.

"You said hi,"he groaned."I thought—"

"Yes, hi !"I gasped in cook outrage, my fingerbreadth tugging hard on my tit. My puss clenched, feeling so wet and juicy."Not come on in !"

"I 'm sorry,"he said and then hurried down the hallway to his elbow room. I snorted, trying not to break into laughter. It was so a lot fun to tantalize Dad. It made my pussy courteous and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

hum, I sauntered to my dresser, eager to find the hone thing to hold out. I opened my pants, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my point. They were so ... girly. childish. None of them had that oomph that fit me. Surely, I had apparel that were n't so babyish. I pulled out one top that looked like a dress.

I wanted to gag.

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

I threw that down then rummaged through the draftsman, throwing more and more meridian to the floor. Through the thin wall, 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 Arnold Daniel Palmer and her five sisters. I squirmed, racy ideas making my pussy wetter and surface-active agent.

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

I found an old jersey, something I wore three or four class ago that had gotten shoved to the back of my drawer. It was petite. It would influence to my organic structure and hug my firm, little boob. I bet it would designate a good column 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 cloth stretching around my body. I gasped when it crossed my nipples, stimulating my little buds. I groaned, my pussy getting so juicy and wet. My gamey scanty absorbed the floodlight of my excitement.

I wiggled my nates, glancing over my shoulders to see those glittering letters on my panties flashing in my bandstand mirror.

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

And it gave me an idea.

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

But I did.

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

Triumphed !

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

The bed springs creaked louder, the rhythmic slap echoing.

I slid my leg into the shorts. I worked them up and up my stage, my hips wiggling from side to side. My little boob quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the drawers higher and higher. I groaned as I slid the tight textile up over my rear end. I sucked in a rich breathing spell, struggling to fix them closed. Do n't get me wrongfulness, I was n't fat. I had a flat, taut stomach. I was just unseasoned when I wore these jeans. I groaned, straining to pull the fastener together.

I could n't button them.

I could, however, draw up the zip fastener most of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so juicy especially with my step-in peeking out. I grinned, loving the effect. My arch pussy growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the wall, I could hear whoremonger really going to town on his cock. He was spanking his monkey like the second orgasm was about to pass, 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 open inch by in, wider and wider. No squeak from the hinge. I had a huge grin as I slipped out into the hallway. I heard the shower going, guessing Rick was in there. I had ideas for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his sleeping accommodation. He blinked when he saw me in the hall, his cheeks reddening. Without a word, he hurried past me, looking straight ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, little titties bouncing naked min ago. He scurried down the stairs, not even noticing how lubricious my getup was. What a shame. It was so a great deal fun teasing him.

I shrugged.

I waited outside of St. John the Apostle 's bedroom, listening and waiting for the speech sound of his bed to originate creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in delight when he resumed, thinking he was condom. My smile grew enceinte and larger. I grabbed the door handle, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a inscrutable breath, my integral organic structure trembling. Tingles raced from my scanty, electrifying all of my cutis, driving me to be the biggest holy terror in the world.

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

St. John, his shirt pulled up to exhibit his flat stomach and his hired hand stroking his dick, kicked his legs as he struggled to enshroud himself."Shit !"

He glared at me as he managed to pull his cover over his shaft. His face turned beet red as I shook my head 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 onanism makes you go blind ?"I taunted, grinning at him.

"Anna, you fucking bitch !"

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

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

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

It was metre to get back at my older brother for provoking John. My little pussy tingled as I approached the bathroom door. The exhibitioner hissed. Our house was old. It lacked lock chamber on any of the room access, even the toilet. My crony had used that to their vantage many times to pull harlequinade on each other.

Now it was my number.

I twisted the door 's brass handle ever so slowly. I cracked the room access open, the sound of my buddy, rick, showering grew louder. Water sprayed and splashed. He hummed as he washed. He had no idea I was in here with him. The steam spilled around me as I pushed the door exposed just a slight farther. I could see him as a shadow through the plastic mantle, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A wicked thrill ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his eubstance all smooth muscles. My pussy clenched as I spotted his wearing apparel sitting atop a brown towel. He 'd make for 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 deal. The shower curtain ripped open, and there was my comrade naked, shampoo suds in his tomentum, his shaft swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark Edward Teach of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

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

"You fucking little holy terror !"he snarled as I whirled around, my brown hair whipping about my face. I darted for the room access and raced out of the hallway. I heard rick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his clothes to my breast as I raced down the stairs. My feet drummed a fast meter 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 hired man as he charged down the step, his free helping hand sliding down the banister."Give me back my clothes, you fucking little terror !"

Laughing, I jumped the finis few stairs and landed on the first level. I darted to my right, heading into the sustenance elbow room. I could hear Dad 's recliner swinging shut with that tacky clash. I burst into the animation room to see him standing up, his face twisted in anger until he saw me. confusedness flicked across his expression as I clutched rick 's vesture and towel to my chest.

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

Rick volley into the support way and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our sire. I hugged Daddy while giving Rick a gleeful tone over my shoulder. I stuck my tongue out at him. Fury soared across my previous brother 's human face as I snuggled up wet against daddy 's strong pectus. My small mammilla throbbed. Through the tenuous cloth of my t-shirt, I felt how impregnable pa was.

"What the ass, haystack ?"gasped daddy as he stared as my honest-to-goodness brother.

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

"Anna ?"pa asked.

"I just had to scud into the lav to get something, and then Rick spotted me and I panicked, and I did n't know what to do, so I just grabbed his wearing apparel out of fright, and he was chasing me all naked, and his cock was thrusting grueling before him, and I did n't be intimate what to do, I was so scared, so I came to you, Daddy !"

"You little—"

"hayrick !"growled Daddy.

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

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

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

"He was masturbating, pa,"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 !"St. John the Apostle snarled."You wanted to see it ! You 're being a little brat !"

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

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

"What are you wearing, Anna ?"

"She 's dressed like a teasing, little 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 terror. Honest. I was just ..."I struggled to get hold the wrangle."I mean ... They got me wet with the orange succus. They 're the one that should be punished. They were both masturbating. crick in the exhibitor, and John in his bedroom."

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

My jaw dropped.

"You 've been a teasing, little holy terror,"Daddy said, this dangerous glint in his drear centre."You do it how brat 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 cushion."No, no, Daddy !"I gasped."Please, please, I 'm a good girl."

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

I gasped as he ripped down my tight shorts, hauling them off of me with easiness. He froze, seeing those glittering, atomic number 79 missive printed across my besotted ass. My cunt grew hotter. surface-active agent. I let out a wanton, little moan as I felt all three of them staring at me.

"wellspring, well, well,"Daddy said."Someone is a little brat, is n't she ?"

"Yes,"I squeaked, my vocalization 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 buddy to see. My brown-furred muff was on display. They could see that my George Herbert Walker Bush was soaked by my juice. My sozzled tush clenched as I wiggled, my tooshie aching for the punishment to begin.

I was a brat. And brats got spanked.

My behind clenched, preparing for the first spank to land. I trembled, surprised by how much I wanted this. I could n't assist the fiddling wiggle that animated my hip. I was so make for this. So aegir to be spanked by my substantial daddy.

The air swished behind me.

SMACK !

I gasped at the stinging pain radiating through my left butt-cheek. My rump clenched against the heat. The pixilated hurt soared through me, my back arching while my twat drank in the sentiency. This euphoric bliss then melted through me. This grand, naughty delight. I could n't believe how much it made my virgin cunny ache.

"That 's it, Dad !"kink hollered."Whoop the lilliputian terror !"

SMACK !

I gasped as the second spank landed on my right butt-cheek. Both slope of my rump burned, the heat melting through me. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and hotter. My cunny absorbed the delight. The heating system fanned my lust.

sapidity !

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

I nodded."I was, Daddy !"

flavour !

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

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

nose drops !

"Yes !"I howled as the raptus soared through me. This marvellous, wicked heat burned into my pussy. Daddy was so strong. So mighty. He deserves to punish me for being such a mischievous, short brat.

savor !

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

SMACK !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the pain electrocution across my rump. Daddy 's hired man was so big. He covered so much of my fundament in a single blow. It was unbelievable. I loved it. I savored it despite how much it hurt. rent burned my optic. The agony was about to run through me.

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

smooch !

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

SMACK !

"You 're staring at your brother 's cock like a naughty, little slovenly woman,"Daddy growled.

SMACK !

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

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

nose drops !

The pain sensation swept through me. I cried out in wordless torture that transformed into ecstasy. My vestal pussy clenched, my juice overflowing my chaparral then trickling down my thighs. I 'd never been so hot. It was incredible. Why did this feel so amazing ?

Because I was a holy terror ? A trivial trollop ?

John 's dick appeared. Just as big as our brother 's. John 's bridge player pumped up and down his ray of light, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my lip, my optic flicking from one blood brother 's tool to the early. I let out such a wanton groan, my Virgo the Virgin cunny clenching.

flavor !

"What a lilliputian fucking fancy woman !"Daddy growled."You said hi to me on determination, did n't you ? You wanted to show off those titties at me, did n't you ?"

SMACK !

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

"You made me fucking punishing,"papa growled.

I gasped as he seized my haircloth and hauled me upright. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His other mitt seized the hem of my too tight t-shirt. He yanked it up my body so grueling I heard framework lachrymation. The fabric rasped against my teat, sending throbbing delight racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, pleasure surging down to my virgin goofball. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my head, but tearing it from my body. I gasped, standing fully naked, my lilliputian, eighteen-year-old titties on display for both my crony to enjoy.

"red cent,"Rick groaned, stroking his dick faster.

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

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

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

His belt buckle rattled. Jeans came undone. His zipper rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big 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.

Daddy rammed his cock into my virgin pussy.

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

He slammed back into me. His genitals smacked into my hind end. painful sensation flared through me. This wonderful, aching, delectable sensation rippled from my spank ass to my cunt. My deflower cunny squeezed down on his thick shaft. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my brown pilus spilling about my side as he fucked me bent over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"Rick cheered."roll in the hay the little slovenly woman !"

"Ezra Loomis Pound that piddling brat 's cunt !"John said, both my comrade stroking their shaft as they watched dad quid me.

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

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

My cunny squeezed around Daddy 's hawkshaw. My juicy flesh gripped him, savoring the hot friction. What pain I felt was soothed away by his plunging stopcock 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 experience this. I was finally getting fucked like the fiddling cocotte I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the jabbing as I lay bent over. His genitals smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flares of pain sent heat melting down to my juicy cunny. My slit squeezed around papa 's cock. I gripped him, reveling in every hard thrust into my depths.

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

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

"Yes, yes, pappa is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as a unwarranted undulation of cloud nine flooded through me. A preview for something amazing to come. I could find it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

"I want to cum on your peter, Daddy ! I want to cum like the small, bratty slut I am !"

"Yes,"Daddy growled, thrusting hard.

fast.

His balls smacked into my slight clit. flicker burst through me as I reveled in being a brat. little dots of light danced before my heart as the pleasure built and built inside of me. His cock churned me up. He brought me closer and closer to that wonderful, toothsome rapture.

I just knew I would cum so hard. My outset climax would be amazing.

I clawed at the couch cushion before me, my pussycat squeeze so tight around Daddy 's plunging dick. So immense. He stretched my little cunny to its point of accumulation. His barb gave me so very much transport in the process. I groaned and gasped, my rosehip wiggling, stirring my hot flesh around his plunging dick.

The pressure built. I could n't take much more. I clenched my tooth, whimpering through them as the smacks of pain commix with the surging delight. His cock churned my little cunny to a froth. The pressure sensation of my orgasm reached a febrile pitch.

"Daddy !"I howled as I came.

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

"Oh, dad, I 'm such a fucking whore !"I howled, my eighteen-year-old purulent 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 !"whoremonger groaned.

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

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my twat severely. He churned me up. This wonderful, hazardous warmth swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my eyes fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in complete ecstasy. My short cunny spasmed around them. I whimpered and groaned as my wonderful flesh writhed about him. My orgasm kept going and going.

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

He growled, his hand sweeping up my body. I gasped as he cupped my little 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 delight shot down to my pussy.

I came harder.

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

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

pop 's cum.

"Yes, yes, flowage my pussy, Daddy !"I howled, my little cunny spasming around his gumshoe. My flesh writhed, milking him. I groaned, my oculus fluttering as I rung him dry. He stayed buried in me, grunting with each wonderful fire of his jizz into my pussy.

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

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

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

"Rick claimed your ass first,"Daddy grunted as my kitty-cat drained him dry."You 're going to be a secure, little slut, are n't you ?"

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

"Yes,"kink groaned."You get Dad 's slapdash seconds, John."

"piece of ass it, I still get to experience her mean pussy !"John growled.

"So fucking tight,"papa groaned as he ripped his stopcock out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent over the couch, my puss suddenly empty. I savored Daddy 's hot ejaculate running down my thigh. I trembled, wiggling my hips. I could n't believe this had happened. That this gaga, wicked delight had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic heights. My first gear coming was amazing. It was the best. I wanted to keep on being a terror. I wanted to fuck my daddy and my brothers.

My holes ached to be used.

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

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

privy grinned at me, gripping his peter."You 're going to fare for a ride on my shaft, are n't you, little whore ?"

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

St. John stretched out on the sustenance way flooring and held his cock up. Rick came from the bathroom a moment later, slathering his cock in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my piffling asshole quiver. I rose, my legs shaking, my ass burning from my discipline. My kitty ached. I needed more dick in me. More incestuous shaft to fill my blue gob. I had two hung Brother and a Daddy with a big dick to please me.

Every brat needed this.

My ass burning, I darted over to my Brother. I straddled whoremonger with lithe grace and lowered myself to his waiting cock. More and more of Daddy 's cum leaked out of my mar pussy, running hot down my thighs. john grinned at me with such lust in his eyes. He wanted me. My round of drinks breasts, my pink nipples, my fast cunny.

I groaned as the lips of my twat brushed the tip of my Brother 's cock. Another incestuous rush rippled through me as I sank down his shaft. I groaned as my cunny engulfed his dick 's tip. My labia bed cover over his girth. Then, I was sliding farther and farther down his shaft. He was filling me up.

"God fucking darn, bratwurst !"he growled, his script shooting up to cup my circle titties. He squeezed them hard. Rough. Just the way a niggling whore like me should be treated.

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

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

"trade good !"I moaned, sliding up and down John 's big dick. My kitty clung to him, the pleasure rippling through me. So incredible. I slammed back down him, bringing a oink for my brother. His workforce tightened on my boob while my button struck his pubic bone.

Delight exploded through my pussy.

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

I was a brat.

"Fuck my ass, rick !"I moaned.

"the pits, yes !"he growled and thrust forward.

Like my cherry before, my asshole stood no chance. My blood brother 's incestuous passion would not be denied. My sphincter expanded, my anal anchor ring widening to swallow his hard shaft. He rammed into the depths of my velvety bowels, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down John 's hammer. 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 moment of this.

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

wrick slammed into me again. His privates smacked my burning ass. The pain was so wonderfully delicious. I gasped and slammed back down King John 's cock. He groaned, his hand squeezing my bosom while Rick pounded my asshole. He fucked me hard. He pounded me, spanking my blue derriere again and again.

"I deserve this for being such a naughty little terror !"I howled."Whenever I tease you, you have to lie with me."

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

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

"We 'll get to celebrate your little sister in subscriber line,"pappa growled, his shaft hard again. It glistened with my snatch juices. He approached us, the tart scent of my cunt adorning his cock filling my nose.

"Let me suck you clean like a good petty slut, daddy !"

He grabbed my brown hair and rammed his putz into my lip, the last kettle of fish needing to be broken in. I had all the cocks I could desire in me. My hunky daddy and my two hot, older buddy. Incestuous warmth burned through me as I worked my thigh, humping my pussy up and down John 's thick shaft. crick fucked me hard, slamming into my bowel. Their dicks built and built the pleasure in me.

I moaned my turmoil around Daddy 's cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning off my tart juice. My natural language caressed him, making him oink and moan as he thrust his hawkshaw deeper and harder into my mouth. He stared down at me, his centre shining like a beast.

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

Could I ?

I did n't experience a pick as Daddy rammed his dick so laborious it plunged to the back of my throat and kept going. I gagged for a moment, my pussy and arse clenching down on my crony'big peter. The friction increased, my pleasance swelling as pappa 's vast cock slid down my gullet. His sour shrub pressed fully into my backtalk while his lump smacked into my chin. I breathed in through my nose, smelling his salty, manly musk.

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

All three of the men of my phratry fucked me. John thrust his hips upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big dick. My kitty-cat clenched about his shaft, my orgasm building and building in the deepness of my cunt. haystack 's prick pounded my asshole, his crotch smacking over and over into my rump. Pain and delight swelled inside of me.

Then Daddy ...

Daddy fucked my mouth.

He plunged his putz over and over down my pharynx. bilgewater ran down my chin as I sucked and slurped. I made such unholy and piddle away speech sound as I pleased him. It was so naughty. I could n't hold back. There was no stopping the pleasure about to burst inside of me as the three men in my fellowship fucked me.

My incestuous sexual climax exploded through me.

I squealed around pa 's peter plunging down my throat over and over. His heavy lump smacked against my chin while my tight cunny and velvety whoreson writhed and spasmed about my comrade'cock. My flesh massaged them, bringing oink and moan from them. Daddy 's hands tightened in my hair. Wave after wave of rapture flooded through me.

Stars burst before my eyes.

The pleasure raged through me. Both my hollow convulsed around my Brother 's big dicks. I milked them as I spasmed through my orgasm. I moaned about Daddy 's cock plunging down my gullet. They were all grunting. Growling. They were all feeling the effect of my incestuous raptus surging through my body.

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

"Oh, shit, yes !"whoremaster groaned as his cock spurted into my sloppy twat. His hired man squeezed my round tits."Anna, you sexy, little brat. I 'll get it on you every time you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

hayrick grunted, his peter corrupting my SOB. Dual spirt of hot jizz pumped into both my pickle. My flesh writhed harder about them. My orgasm intensified, incestuous wave of ecstasy drowning my judgment. My brothers groaned as I milked them dry.

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

His dick twitched. His hot nerve fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his putz, my expression pressed into his wiry bush. Cum flooded into all my naughty holes. The men in my fellowship used my torso to overgorge the luxuria I 'd fanned in them.

It was terrific. I would be such a blue brat. I would twit my brothers, my daddy, every man in my family as much as possible. They would throw to spank me and have intercourse me and use me for their pleasure.

It was so thoroughgoing. I do n't live why I pretended to be such a good daughter. I truly was a brat.

My orgasm peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the peak of pleasance. The spurts of incestuous cum flooding my three pickle slowed. Stopped. The men in the kinsfolk were done using me. For now. hayrick pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my asshole. I rolled off of lav and fell onto the floor. papa 's cock slid out of my gullet in the process. I panted, my pharynx so wonderfully sore while spunk dribbled out of my well-fucked pussy.

I lay there in a daze. I do n't know how farseeing it was before I felt dada 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 ready to be disciplined again.

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