Mind-Control Panties

news report Two : Brat 's Kinky penalization

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

promissory note : Thanks to ricochet for beta reading material this !

There was nothing peculiar about the department store. It was like a thousand others in its chain. A massive, external network of box stores that sold everything you could need or opine. From cooking utensil 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 unagitated state of grace, nodding at the other shoppers. Nondescript, the trope did n't stand out one bit. No one even noticed the pair of panties clutched in the figure 's hand. They were a pale pinko, with the word Bratty printed in gold, glittery missive across the rear. Any young lady who wore them and flashed them would give a dazzling display of teasing delight.

The perfect tense garment for a brat.

The image headed to the wearable part frequented by college girl. It passed a stand with dozen of panties on it in all cast and styles and innovation. With a occasional flick of the wrist, the Bratty scanty landed with the others. There to await a sealed someone.

Anna James Earl Carter Jr., eighteen, was shopping with her father and two older brothers. Her shoulder distance, browned pilus was held back from her face by a distich of pink barrettes. She wore a demure outfit compared to her compeer, a nighttime blouse tucked into a long wench. The neckline of her top hardly showed any cleavage at all, just some ivory swath of her collarbone. She had bright, hazel eyes and plump lips over a small nose.

"Boys,"growled her Church Father, a stern-looking man named Frank Carter. He was marvellous and muscular, his nose expectant. A trait both his sons, Rick and John, possessed.

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

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

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 top of her ears burning. She obviously looked abashed by her chum 's actions. She glanced at the clothing and, shyly, said,"Dad, I need to pluck up a few things."

Her father, a widower, flicked his gaze to the clothing segment. At the sight of all those womanly garments, he cleared his throat."Yes, delicately, just converge us in the sporting goods subdivision in about twenty minutes."

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

She needed a few new dyad of panties. zilch extravagant. She preferred the cheap kind, the single with a to the full cut, not the daring unity the girls at her college liked to wear. Perhaps it was the amber glitter on the Word Bratty that drew her aid, or maybe it was the dangling thong above it, a landing strip of cloth so specify that Anna could n't realise how it could shroud anything.

Either way, she drifted over to the pale-pink scanty and touched the cotton/polyester blending. The news Bratty sent this strange, exhilarating thrill through her. It was so rebellious. Something that a bad miss would outwear.

Not a serious missy like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't recognize what unusual desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her ears burning more, her cheeks gaining a pale, pink tinge. She darted over to a rack holding ten gang of cheap panties and snagged the commencement one she could. She buried the Bratty pair beneath the multitude, clutching it smashed, and then darted to go look at some new skirts.

She fidgeted for the rest of the shopping tripper, squirming, fearing that her father would see what she bought. But he did n't card. Not even when she went to check out and the cashier scanned it. No one seemed to notice that the machine did n't claxon nor that a price did n't show up on the screen as the cashier placed it in a bag with the rest of the clothes that Anna bought.

She clutched her bag, fearful that her father would key out her purchase.

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Anna Jimmy Carter

Two calendar week later, I was still terrified that my male parent would encounter that certain duo of step-in tucked in the rear of my draftsman. It was buried amid socks and bandeau, but was also the concluding duo of clean panties I had. I 'd worn every pair of sporting scanty I had, including the ten from the pack I bought.

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

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

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

I bent down and gave him a speedy kiss on the cheek before I hurried over and set down home before my sidekick. kink 's Orange succus was right on the edge of the table. I was just turning away to consider my own fanny when Saint John the Apostle went to peck Rick. John 's hand flew out, striking the glass of orange juice on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the green, fictile cup flying right at me. A few drops of orange juice led the way. I gasped and struggled to dodge it, but it came at me too fast. It struck my skirt right below my bellybutton. I felt all the liquid soak through my wench to my panties. I squeaked in shock absorber, 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 finis pair of clean pantie absorbing the staining liquid.

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

"Sorry, Dad,"John muttered.

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

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

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

Though he was older than John, he was gaining on wrick in size. Snarling, john threw a laborious punch at Rick, forcing my older brother to lean back and deflect the blow.

"male child !"Dad snarled, pounding his fist into the table to emphasise his words."That 's it ! You 've both had adequate breakfast. You 're finished."

"See what you 've done now,"muttered haystack 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 sheeplike look before he darted off.

"Anna, dear,"Dad said, his spokesperson lowering,"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 panties.

I stumbled out of the kitchen in a haze. I did n't desire to have to put on those panties, but these 1 were soaked with orange succus. Going without scanty was just unaccepted. The yawning pit of dread swelled and swelled in my belly as I stumbled through the support room. I reached the stairs, my brother moving around above.

I swallowed, my panties wet and cold and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the stairs, hating how the soppy panties rubbed against me. Tears were beading in my oculus. Why did rick and St. John the Apostle 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 unspoiled like me ? They were such brats.

Now I had to wear those panties. 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 Wyrd happened ? What if John thought it would be funny to jerk down my skirt ? He had n't done that in a few yr, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most uproarious thing in the earth. Knowing my destiny, he would do it to me today.

My brass burned just thinking about those blockade, gold alphabetic character being seen blazing across my rear.

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

I reached the mo story and took a few steps to my bedroom doorway. I twisted the cheek handle and darted inside. I closed it behind me, wishing my threshold had a lock on it. I wanted to just hide in here, but I could n't do that.

I could n't appease in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd receive to lead to eat. To use the convenience. Do my task. I really, really needed to do my laundry, so I could get some panties that were plumb Then I could take the Batty pantie off as soon as possible.

That was what I had to do.

I unzipped my skirt and pulled it off, wincing at the orange soil across the front of my knit, white scanty. I dropped my skirt in my wearing apparel trammel and peeled off my sodden underwear. They stuck to me, making me feel so dirty. I balled up the panties, found a sporting plot, and wiped at my brown shrub. I got the death of the juice out of my hair's-breadth then threw my scanty into the bond.

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 form. My hair flew about my typeface, leaving it a tousled mess. I would have to comb it again. It was such an untamable head of hair today.

"mend 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 bottom of my vision. There was a single discolouration on my bra. An orange defect 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 brothers could bust in. I darted to my dresser, my little chest quivering. I yanked open air the doorway, staring at the galvanic pile of socks and brassiere shoved into the corner, hiding my naughty secret. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

My hired hand darted forward, shoving the piles of habiliment to the side. I unveiled the step-in lying there, some of the glittery letters visible. The two T 's and a hint of the Y.

I felt a strange tingle as I grabbed the step-in. An exhilaration ran across my skin, my little nipples hardening as it raced down past my breast to my stomach. I gasped as it jolted to my puss, making my sex ache. I whimpered, my cheeks burning at the stake bright, the wind of my spike blazing with embarrassment.

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

Stairs creaked. I gasped, realizing Daddy was coming up the steps. Panicking, I quickly bent down and squeeze my aright invertebrate foot through the leg gob. Another upsurge of electricity raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my pussy, this wet heat forming bass in my deepness. I whimpered and groaned, shuddering at the look. Why was this happening to me ?

The stairs creaked louder. I had to get dressed.

I thrust my left base through the other jam and yanked the panty so fast up my legs my boob bounced. I wiggled my pelvic arch, seating the panties tight against my pussy. The elastic band snapped around my waistline. I could experience the naughty varsity letter blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As papa reached the top of the stairs, a wicked idea blazed in my brain. I moaned, trembling in my kinky panty, my chest jiggling. They were cute, little tit. perfect cone topped by pink tit. Both were grueling and delicious.

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

I turned to face it and said in a pollyannaish spokesperson,"Hi, Daddy !"

He was just passing my door. I heard him pause, the level creaking. I smiled as he grabbed my doorhandle. 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 cheeks went scarlet.

I let him gaze for one wonderful second. Then I gasped,"pappa !"Squealing, I"covered"my tit, my men not hiding my nipples at all."Get out of here ! I 'm naked ! Why did n't you rap ?"

He jerked his chief back, slamming my door shut so firmly the entire house trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so pitiful, Anna."

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

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

"You said hi,"he groaned."I thought—"

"Yes, hi !"I gasped in wangle outrage, my fingers tugging hard on my mamilla. My pussy clenched, feeling so wet and juicy."Not come on in !"

"I 'm sorry,"he said and then hurried down the hallway to his elbow room. I snorted, trying not to erupt into laughter. It was so much fun to tease apart Dad. It made my purulent dainty and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

hum, I sauntered to my dresser, aegir to find the double-dyed thing to fag out. I opened my drawers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my forefront. They were so ... girly. Childish. None of them had that pizzazz that fit me. Surely, I had clothes 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 more and more tops to the flooring. Through the sparse rampart, I heard the springs of John 's bed creaking. I smiled, hearing the shifting. I knew what that meant. He was flogging the bishop in there. Having fun with Rosie Palmer and her five Sister. I squirmed, naughty ideas making my pussycat wetter and wetter.

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

I found an old tee shirt, something I wore three or four years ago that had gotten shoved to the spine of my drawer. It was tiny. It would shape to my body and hug my firm, short bosom. I bet it would show a good inch or two of my belly. I smiled as I pulled it on.

It. Was. Tight.

I had to wiggle to pull it over me, feeling the 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 naughty panties absorbed the alluvion of my excitement.

I wiggled my buns, glancing over my shoulder to see those glittering varsity letter on my panties flashing in my stand mirror.

Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a glove, molding around my little knocker. My nipples poked hard against the framework. It was so short, 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 outflow from my chum 's bedroom groaning louder. He must be watching some porn on his headphone, wearing earphone so no one would know 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 draftsman. It was full of short pants that I 'd put away since summer was over. I dug through and then ...

Triumphed !

I found a pair of jean shorts 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 wooden leg into the shorts. I worked them up and up my peg, my rose hip wiggling from side of meat to side. My piffling titties quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the shorts higher and mellow. I groaned as I slid the tight fabric up over my rump. I sucked in a deep breath, struggling to tighten them closed. Do n't get me wrong, I was n't fat. I had a monotone, taut stomach. I was just unseasoned when I wore these jeans. I groaned, straining to pull in the fasteners together.

I could n't button them.

I could, however, absorb up the zipper most of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so gamy especially with my step-in peeking out. I grinned, loving the essence. My wicked kitty growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the wall, I could learn John Lackland really going to town on his stopcock. He was spanking his monkey like the back approaching was about to happen, and he wanted one lowest cum before Jesus messiah 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 open inch by inch, wider and wider. No squeak from the flexible joint. I had a huge smiling as I slipped out into the hallway. I heard the shower going, guessing Rick was in there. I had melodic theme for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his bedchamber. 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 knocker bouncing defenseless bit ago. He scurried down the stairs, not even noticing how salacious my outfit was. What a pity. 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 start creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in joy when he resumed, thinking he was dependable. My smile grew larger and larger. I grabbed the door handle, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a deep breath, my full consistence trembling. shiver raced from my panties, electrifying all of my tegument, driving me to be the biggest brat in the world.

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

John, his shirt pulled up to display his plane stomach and his hand stroking his shaft, kicked his legs as he struggled to cover himself."Shit !"

He glared at me as he managed to perpetrate his mantle over his cock. His nerve turned beet red as I shook my read/write 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 dim ?"I taunted, grinning at him.

"Anna, you fucking gripe !"

I gasped in mock electric shock."I 'm gon na assure 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 way and closed the threshold. I burst into laugh as I heard him scrambling around.

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

It was time to get back at my older chum for provoking John. My short pussycat tingled as I approached the bathroom door. The exhibitioner hissed. Our household was old. It lacked locks on any of the doors, even the bathroom. My brothers had used that to their reward many clip to pull out antic on each early.

Now it was my turn.

I twisted the door 's brass handle ever so slowly. I cracked the door capable, the sound of my blood 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 shadow through the plastic curtain, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A wicked boot ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his eubstance all smooth brawniness. My pussycat clenched as I spotted his clothes sitting atop a browned towel. He 'd institute it in from the linen paper closet.

We did n't keep towels in the bathroom.

I grinned as I crept forward. His humming stopped as I grabbed his apparel and towel in my greedy hands. The rain shower mantle ripped open, and there was my brother naked, shampoo suds in his hair, his cock swaying half-hard, thrusting from his sullen Teach of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

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

"You fucking little brat !"he snarled as I whirled around, my brownness hair whipping about my face. I darted for the doorway and raced out of the hallway. I heard Rick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his clothes to my pectus as I raced down the stairs. My animal foot drummed a fast round as I rushed downstairs like an avalanche.

haystack stumbled after me.

I threw a look over my articulatio humeri and grinned as he struggled to encompass his dick with one hand as he charged down the stairs, his free hand sliding down the banister."move over me back my dress, you fucking brat !"

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

"daddy, pa !"I gasped, dropping everything as I rushed towards him."Rick is chasing me defenseless !"

Rick explosion into the living elbow room and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our begetter. I hugged pappa while giving haystack a elated facial expression over my berm. I stuck my clapper out at him. Fury soared across my oldest blood brother 's look as I snuggled up fuddled against pa 's strong chest. My little pap throbbed. Through the lose weight fabric of my jersey, I felt how stiff papa was.

"What the fuck, rick ?"gasped daddy as he stared as my older brother.

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

"Anna ?"Daddy asked.

"I just had to dart into the bath to get something, and then Rick spotted me and I panicked, and I did n't know what to do, so I just grabbed his clothes out of fright, and he was chasing me all naked, and his cock was thrusting hard before him, and I did n't know what to do, I was so fright, so I came to you, Daddy !"

"You little—"

"Rick !"growled Daddy.

"Sorry, sir,"hayrick muttered, still covering himself."That 's a lie. She stuck out her spit at me. She stole my wearing apparel on role !"

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

John entered the life room."Dad, she burst into my elbow room to make fun of me !"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 petty brat !"

I gasped in mock scandal."dad, I would n't be a little bratwurst. I 'm your effective girl."

He stared down at me, his cheeks flushed, his middle hard. Then he groaned. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. His oculus flicked up and down my soundbox, staring at the t-shirt molded to my small titty and the afford fly of my short that let my pinko pantie 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 eye widened.

dada nodded.

"No, no, I 'm not being a bratwurst. Honest. I was just ..."I struggled to get the words."I mean ... They got me wet with the orange juice. They 're the unity that should be punished. They were both masturbating. wrick in the exhibitioner, and Gospel According to John in his bedroom."

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

My jaw dropped.

"You 've been a tease, little brat,"Daddy said, this life-threatening glint in his dark eyes."You jazz 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 sofa, shoving my boldness down into the cushion."No, no, Daddy !"I gasped."Please, please, I 'm a undecomposed girl."

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

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

"well, well, well,"papa said."individual is a piffling 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 panty, exposing my pussy for both my sidekick to see. My brown-furred fumble was on exhibit. They could see that my bush was soaked by my juices. My sozzled tush clenched as I wiggled, my butt aching for the punishment to begin.

I was a brat. And brats got spanked.

My buttocks clenched, preparing for the for the first time spank to state. I trembled, surprised by how a good deal I wanted this. I could n't help oneself the trivial 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.

SMACK !

I gasped at the stinging botheration radiating through my left hand butt-cheek. My tail end clenched against the heat. The wicked hurt soared through me, my back arching while my twat drank in the superstar. This euphoric bliss then melted through me. This wondrous, juicy delight. I could n't think how much it made my pure cunny ache.

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

SMACK !

I gasped as the endorsement spank landed on my right field butt-cheek. Both side of meat of my rump burned, the warmth melting through me. I could sense my pussy getting wetter and hotter. My cunny absorbed the delight. The warmth fanned my lust.

SMACK !

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

I nodded."I was, dada !"

SMACK !

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

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

savour !

"Yes !"I howled as the raptus soared through me. This wonderful, wicked high temperature burned into my twat. Daddy was so strong. So powerful. He deserves to penalize me for being such a impish, little brat.

tang !

"I bet you want to sneak a peek at my pecker, too, did n't you ?"crick bickering."Huh, you niggling brat ?"

SMACK !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the pain combustion across my rump. pop 's helping hand was so big. He covered so a good deal of my rump in a single blow. It was incredible. I loved it. I savored it despite how much it hurt. bout burned my optic. The agony was about to eat up me.

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

SMACK !

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

flavor !

"You 're staring at your sidekick 's cock like a naughty, footling slut,"dad growled.

skag !

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

"Yeah, you want to see mine, too, little fancy woman ?"lav asked as he unfastened his blue jean."I bet you did n't get a skilful plenty look when you burst in on me spanking it."

skag !

The pain swept through me. I cried out in wordless suffering that transformed into cristal. My pure pussycat clenched, my juices overflowing my crotch hair then trickling down my thighs. I 'd never been so hot. It was incredible. Why did this tone so amazing ?

Because I was a brat ? A trivial slut ?

John 's shaft appeared. Just as big as our blood brother 's. John 's hand pumped up and down his shaft, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my mouth, my eyes flicking from one brother 's prick to the other. I let out such a wanton moan, my virgin cunny clenching.

smacking !

"What a little screw harlot !"dada growled."You said hi to me on purpose, did n't you ? You wanted to scud those breast at me, did n't you ?"

SMACK !

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

"You made me fucking hard,"papa growled.

I gasped as he seized my hair's-breadth and hauled me upright piano. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His other manus seized the hem of my too sloshed t-shirt. He yanked it up my body so unvoiced I heard textile watering. The cloth rasped against my nipples, sending throbbing pleasure racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, pleasure surging down to my Virgin snatch. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my headspring, but tearing it from my body. I gasped, standing fully naked, my little, eighteen-year-old titty on display for both my blood brother to enjoy.

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

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

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

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

His belt buckle rattled. Jeans came undone. His slide fastener 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 overgorge him. I had to pay back my daddy.

Daddy rammed his cock into my Virgo pussy.

My cherry tree popped in a ostentation of pain. My eyes bulged as his peter slammed to the hilt into me. No gentle jabbing. No taking his meter. He fucked me the way a terror should be fucked. Hard. fasting. His rooster was already pulling back, my juicy kitty clenching about him, before I even realized he was in me.

He slammed back into me. His genital organ smacked into my rump. pain flared through me. This wonderful, aching, toothsome sense datum rippled from my spanked ass to my cunt. My mar cunny squeezed down on his thick shaft. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my browned hair spilling about my face as he fucked me bent over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"kink cheered."Fuck the short slut !"

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

"This is what you get for being a tease, 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 pappa 's shaft. My juicy flesh gripped him, savoring the hot friction. What pain in the ass I felt was soothed away by his plunging putz 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 receive this. I was finally getting fucked like the piffling harlot I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the knife thrust as I lay bent over. His crotch smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flare of pain sent heating system melting down to my juicy cunny. My twat squeezed around daddy 's tool. I gripped him, reveling in every hard thrust into my depths.

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

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

"Yes, yes, pop is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as a wild moving ridge of walking on air flooded through me. A preview for something amazing to come. I could finger it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

"I want to cum on your tool, pappa ! I want to cum like the little, bratty slut I am !"

"Yes,"pop growled, thrusting toilsome.

Fast.

His Ball smacked into my little clit. light burst through me as I reveled in being a brat. Little dots of illumination danced before my eyes as the pleasure built and built inside of me. His cock churned me up. He brought me closemouthed and closer to that tremendous, delicious rapture.

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

I clawed at the couch cushion before me, my puss squeezing so pie-eyed around pa 's plunging dick. So huge. He stretched my slight cunny to its limits. His shaft gave me so much rapture in the appendage. I groaned and gasped, my pelvic arch wiggling, stirring my hot pulp 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 delight. His cock churned my small cunny to a froth. The press of my orgasm reached a feverish pitch.

"Daddy !"I howled as I came.

My twat convulsed around his dick. My blotto, little cunny celebrated his cock ramming in and out of me. His hands gripped my hip, squeezing tight while my pussy writhed and spasmed around his putz. Wave after wave of delight swept through my consistency. I drowned in ecstasy.

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

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

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

"You know she wants your jizz firing into her slutty slit !"John groaned.

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

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my pussy hard. He churned me up. This wonderful, wild heat swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my eyes fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in double-dyed ecstasy. My little cunny spasmed around them. I whimpered and groaned as my rattling anatomy writhed about him. My orgasm kept going and going.

It would n't die because daddy '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 deepness of my convulsing cunny. I gasped and moaned. I squealed as he pinched my nipples hard. He twisted them. Abused them. The pain and pleasure shot down to my pussy.

I came harder.

"Oh, fuck !"Daddy growled as he buried his putz into my depths."You 're such a shag woman of the street, Anna !"

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

Daddy 's cum.

"Yes, yes, outpouring my pussy, pop !"I howled, my little cunny spasming around his dick. My flesh writhed, milking him. I groaned, my centre fluttering as I rung him dry. He stayed buried in me, grunting with each wonderful blast of his jizz into my pussy.

"That 's it, Dad,"growled kink."Fuck her ass so hard. I want to break in her dickhead !"

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

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

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

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

"So have intercourse tight,"pa groaned as he ripped his prick out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent over the couch, my slit suddenly empty. I savored dada 's hot seed running down my thigh. I trembled, wiggling my pelvic arch. 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 gamy. My first-class honours degree climax was amazing. It was the proficient. I wanted to restrain being a brat. I wanted to fuck my daddy and my comrade.

My jam ached to be used.

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

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

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

I nodded my top dog, panting. Sir Thomas More of dada 's hot cum dribbled down my thighs.

Saint John stretched out on the animation room trading floor and held his peter up. rick came from the bathroom a moment later, slathering his dick in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my short son of a bitch tingling. I rose, my legs shaking, my ass burning from my discipline. My pussy ached. I needed more dick in me. More incestuous cocks to occupy my naughty pickle. I had two hung buddy and a Daddy with a big dick to delight me.

Every terror needed this.

My ass burning, I darted over to my pal. I straddled John with slender gracility and lowered myself to his waiting hammer. Sir Thomas More and more of pop 's cum leaked out of my vitiate pussy, running hot down my second joint. John grinned at me with such lust in his eyes. He wanted me. My round of drinks bosom, my pink tit, my tight cunny.

I groaned as the lips of my pussy brushed the tip of my crony 's pecker. Another incestuous rushing rippled through me as I sank down his pecker. I groaned as my cunny engulfed his shaft 's tip. My labia bed cover over his cinch. Then, I was sliding farther and farther down his shaft. He was filling me up.

"God fucking tinker's dam, brat !"he growled, his hand shooting up to cup my round titties. He squeezed them hard. Rough. Just the way a little whore like me should be treated.

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

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

"trade good !"I moaned, sliding up and down Saint John the Apostle 's big dick. My pussy clung to him, the pleasance rippling through me. So incredible. I slammed back down him, bringing a grunt for my brother. His hands tightened on my breast while my clit impress his pubic bone.

pleasure exploded through my pussy.

As I rose back up, wrick knelt behind me. His Vaseline-lubed cock pressed between the cheeks of my ass. I groaned, feeling him slue his buddy-buddy crown down between my crack, searching for my naughty, virgin asshole. nix about me should be virginal.

I was a brat.

"Fuck my ass, kink !"I moaned.

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

Like my cherry before, my asshole stood no chance. My pal 's incestuous mania would not be denied. My sphincter expanded, my anal pack widening to swallow his hard shaft. He rammed into the depths of my velvety bowels, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down Saint John the Apostle 's pecker. 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 moment of this.

My hips rose, my pussy and cocksucker sliding up both their gumshoe. I gripped them, savoring the threefold sensations. The silky delectation aching in my snatch and the velvety blaze in my bunghole. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

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

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

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

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

"We 'll have to continue your trivial sister in line,"papa growled, his tool hard again. It glistened with my pussy juices. He approached us, the tart odor of my cunt adorning his cock filling my nose.

"Let me imbibe you clean like a good little slut, Daddy !"

He grabbed my brown hair and rammed his peter into my mouth, the last jam needing to be broken in. I had all the cocks I could desire in me. My hunky daddy and my two hot, older brothers. Incestuous passion burned through me as I worked my thigh, humping my pussy up and down St. John the Apostle 's thick shaft. Rick fucked me heavily, slamming into my bowels. Their gumshoe built and built the pleasure in me.

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

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

Could I ?

I did n't have got a choice as pa rammed his pecker so hard it plunged to the back of my throat and kept going. I gagged for a moment, my puss and asshole clenching down on my buddy'big dicks. The friction increased, my pleasure swelling as daddy 's Brobdingnagian prick slid down my gullet. His grim George Herbert Walker Bush pressed fully into my lips while his balls smacked into my chin. I breathed in through my scent, smelling his salty, manly musk.

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

All three of the men of my family fucked me. whoremaster thrust his hips upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big dick. My puss clenched about his shaft, my orgasm edifice and construction in the profoundness of my grab. Rick 's prick pounded my asshole, his private parts slap over and over into my rump. Pain and pleasure swelled inside of me.

Then Daddy ...

Daddy fucked my mouth.

He plunged his prick over and over down my throat. Drool ran down my chin as I sucked and slurped. I made such wicked and promiscuous sounds as I pleased him. It was so naughty. I could n't harbor back. There was no stopping the pleasure about to burst inside of me as the three men in my family fucked me.

My incestuous orgasm exploded through me.

I squealed around Daddy 's dick plunging down my throat over and over. His heavy testicle smacked against my Kuki-Chin while my tight cunny and velvety shit writhed and spasmed about my buddy'dicks. My flesh massaged them, bringing grunts and groans from them. Daddy 's hands tightened in my haircloth. Wave after wave of raptus flooded through me.

principal burst before my eyes.

The pleasure raged through me. Both my trap convulsed around my sidekick 's big pecker. I milked them as I spasmed through my coming. I moaned about pappa 's rooster plunging down my gullet. They were all grunting. Growling. They were all feeling the effects of my incestuous rapture surging through my body.

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

"Oh, crap, yes !"John groaned as his cock spurted into my boggy cunt. His hands squeezed my bout tits."Anna, you sexy, little bratwurst. I 'll get laid you every clock time you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

Rick grunted, his pecker corrupting my mother fucker. Dual squirt of hot jizz pumped into both my holes. My build writhed harder about them. My orgasm intensified, incestuous waves of XTC drowning my mind. My brothers groaned as I milked them dry.

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

His dick twitched. His hot spunk fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his hammer, my face pressed into his wiry bush. Cum flooded into all my risque holes. The men in my kinsfolk used my body to overindulge the lecherousness I 'd fanned in them.

It was howling. I would be such a naughty little terror. I would twit my blood brother, my pappa, every man in my family as much as potential. They would have to spank 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 girlfriend. I truly was a brat.

My orgasm peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the top of pleasure. The spurts of incestuous cum flooding my three hole slowed. Stopped. The men in the family were done using me. For now. kink pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my cocksucker. I rolled off of St. John and fell onto the floor. Daddy 's cock slid out of my gorge 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 know how tenacious it was before I felt dad standing over me."Slut, you 're getting cum all over my carpet."

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

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

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The figure smirked. The Bratty panties were a immense achiever. Already the pattern 's next twosome was make to go. Bright, cherry red with the letters in bold wild blue yonder surrounded by shimmering atomic number 47.

Sexy Delight.

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

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