Mind-Control pantie

Story Two : bratwurst 's Kinky penalization

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

billet : Thanks to ricochet for Beta recitation this !

There was nothing especial about the department store. It was like a K others in its chain. A massive, outside network of box memory that sold everything you could want or imagine. From cooking utensil to bedding to toys, almost everything could be found here.

The figure moving through the store appeared no different than any of the other shoppers. It moved with a calm grace, nodding at the early shoppers. Nondescript, the trope did n't brook out one bit. No one even noticed the couplet of panties clutched in the figure 's hand. They were a pale pink, with the word Bratty printed in atomic number 79, glittery letters across the rear. Any young woman who wore them and flashed them would yield a dazzling display of teasing delight.

The perfect garment for a brat.

The pattern headed to the habiliment division frequented by college girls. It passed a stand with dozens of step-in on it in all material body and styles and excogitation. With a effortless flick of the radiocarpal joint, the Bratty pantie landed with the others. There to await a certain someone.

Anna Carter, eighteen, was shopping with her father and two older brothers. Her shoulder length, brownness haircloth was held back from her face by a pair of garden pink barrettes. She wore a demure rig compared to her peers, a nighttime blouse tucked into a long skirt. The neckline of her top hardly showed any segmentation at all, just some ivory swath of her clavicle. She had bright, hazel tree eyes and plunk lips over a small nose.

"son,"growled her father, a stern-looking man named weenie Carter. He was marvelous and muscular, his nozzle vauntingly. A trait both his sons, kink and St. John the Apostle, possessed.

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

lavatory was rubbing his arm."Is that what you call a sucker biff ?"

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

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

Her father, a widower, flicked his gaze to the clothing section. At the plenty of all those feminine garments, he cleared his throat."Yes, fine, just meet us in the sporting commodity section in about 20 minutes."

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

She needed a few new pairs of panties. Nothing extravagant. She preferred the loud form, the single with a fully cut, not the daring unity the girl at her college liked to wear. Perhaps it was the golden glisten on the Holy Writ Bratty that drew her tending, or maybe it was the suspension thong above it, a flight strip of cloth so narrow down that Anna could n't understand how it could cover anything.

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

Not a honest girl like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't lie with what strange desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her ear burning more, her impudence gaining a picket, pink jot. She darted over to a wheel holding ten packs of cheap scanty and snagged the first one she could. She buried the Bratty pair beneath the ingroup, clutching it stringent, and then darted to go face at some new skirts.

She fidgeted for the rest of the shopping misstep, squirming, fearing that her sire would see what she bought. But he did n't placard. Not even when she went to check out and the cashier scanned it. No one seemed to notice that the machine did n't beep nor that a price did n't render up on the screen as the cashier placed it in a bag with the relaxation of the wearing apparel that Anna bought.

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

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Anna Carter

Two hebdomad later, I was still terrified that my Padre would feel that certain brace of panties tucked in the back of my drawer. It was buried amid socks and bras, but was also the last-place pair of plumb pantie I had. I 'd worn every couplet of clean panties I had, including the ten from the multitude I bought.

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

His chocolate-brown eyes flicking up and down me. Did he bed ?

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

I bent down and gave him a quick kiss on the buttock before I hurried over and set down plates before my brothers. Rick 's Orange River juice was right on the edge of the mesa. I was just turning away to take aim my own ass when John went to taste Rick. can 's manus flew out, striking the glassful of orangeness juice on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the green, formative cup flying right at me. A few drop 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 dame to my pantie. I squeaked in shock, blinking. I could feel the cold bleeding through to my privates.

"No, no, no,"I groaned, my essence beating so fast. I could sense my conclusion distich of unclouded pantie absorbing the staining liquid.

"Goddammit, John !"Dad barked at my middle sidekick."flavor what you did to your Sister !"

"Sorry, Dad,"John muttered.

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

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

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

Though he was older than John, he was gaining on Rick in size of it. Snarling, John threw a heavily punch at Rick, forcing my older brother to tend back and distract the blow.

"Boys !"Dad snarled, pounding his fist into the board to punctuate his words."That 's it ! You 've both had plenty breakfast. You 're finished."

"See what you 've done now,"muttered Rick as he stood up. He marched past me as the orange juice dripped from my skirt.

"He should n't be posting diddlysquat about me on Facebook,"John muttered as he stood up. He gave me another shamefaced looking at before he darted off.

"Anna, honey,"Dad said, his spokesperson letting down,"go upstair 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 work them buy you a new one."

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

I stumbled out of the kitchen in a daze. I did n't require to have to put on those pantie, but these one were soaked with Orange River juice. Going without step-in was just unacceptable. The yawning pit of apprehension swelled and swelled in my belly as I stumbled through the bread and butter room. I reached the stair, my brothers moving around above.

I swallowed, my step-in wet and inhuman and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the stairs, hating how the soppy panties rubbed against me. teardrop were beading in my eyes. Why did Rick and John 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 good like me ? They were such terror.

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

I knew he probably would n't, since my skirts were all foresighted. 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 amusing to yank down my skirt ? He had n't done that in a few twelvemonth, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most hilarious thing in the world. Knowing my chance, he would do it to me today.

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

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

I reached the second floor and took a few steps to my bedroom door. I twisted the brass 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 last out in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd have to go forth to eat. To use the restroom. Do my chores. I really, really needed to do my laundry, so I could get some panties that were clean Then I could take the Batty scanty off as soon as possible.

That was what I had to do.

I unzipped my skirt and pulled it off, wincing at the orange dirt across the front of my plain, white pantie. I dropped my skirt in my clothes hamper and peeled off my soppy underwear. They stuck to me, making me feel so unsporting. I balled up the panties, found a clean house patch, and wiped at my brownness bush. I got the last of the juice out of my tomentum then threw my pantie into the bond.

I groaned when I spotted the orange tree stains splashed across my top. That had to go, too. I peeled it off, tugging it over my slender var.. My hair flew about my case, leaving it a dishevelled mess. I would have to comb out it again. It was such an untamable mane today.

"tinker's damn that John,"I muttered, throwing my top down on the former dirty clothes as hard as I could.

I groaned as I spotted something at the can of my vision. There was a single discoloration on my bra. An Orange blemish on the white cloth. 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 minuscule tit quivering. I yanked open the door, staring at the voltaic pile of air-sleeve and bra shoved into the corner, hiding my naughty enigma. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

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

I felt a unusual tingle as I grabbed the step-in. An exhilaration ran across my pelt, my little mamilla hardening as it raced down past my bosom to my stomach. I gasped as it jolted to my pussy, making my sex ache. I whimpered, my boldness burning bright, the tips of my ears blazing with embarrassment.

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

stair creaked. I gasped, realizing Daddy was coming up the step. Panicking, I quickly bent down and thrust my right foot through the leg hollow. Another upsurge of electricity raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my pussy, this wet heat forming mysterious 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 field ft through the other hole and yanked the panties so fast up my legs my boob bounced. I wiggled my hips, seating the panties tight against my pussy. The rubber band band snapped around my waist. I could feel the blue letters blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As dad reached the top of the stairs, a wicked theme blazed in my mind. I moaned, trembling in my kinky panties, my breasts jiggling. They were cute, little bosom. Perfect cones topped by garden pink nipples. Both were hard and delicious.

I tweaked one and giggled at the naughty impression that flowed through me. My smile broadened as I heard papa reach the top of the steps. He was about to walk by my door.

I turned to confront it and said in a pollyannaish articulation,"Hi, papa !"

He was just passing my door. I heard him suspension, 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 Holy Writ trailed off as he stared at my budding, vernal titties. His jaw dropped, his eyes bulging while his impertinence went scarlet.

I let him stare for one wonderful mo. Then I gasped,"Daddy !"Squealing, I"plow"my breast, my men not hiding my nipples at all."Get out of here ! I 'm raw ! Why did n't you knock ?"

He jerked his head back, slamming my room access shut so arduous the full mansion trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so sorry, Anna."

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

It was so knockout not to giggle. My pussy felt so juicy. I pinched both my nipples, tweaking them as I heard dad shifting on his ft outside my door.

"You said hi,"he groaned."I thought—"

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

"I 'm regretful,"he said and then hurried down the hallway to his room. I snorted, trying not to explode into laughter. It was so much fun to tease Dad. It made my puss gracious and juicy. Just the way I liked it.

Humming, I sauntered to my vanity, bore to find the perfect thing to wear. I opened my knickers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my psyche. 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 superlative to the floor. Through the thin wall, I heard the springs of Gospel According to John 's bed creaking. I smiled, hearing the shifting. I knew what that meant. He was flogging the bishop in there. Having fun with Rosie Palmer and her five sisters. I squirmed, juicy ideas making my cunt 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 days ago that had gotten shoved to the back of my drawer. It was tiny. It would mold to my body and hug my firm, slight boob. I bet it would show a beneficial inch or two of my belly. I smiled as I pulled it on.

It. Was. Tight.

I had to jiggle to attract it over me, feeling the material stretching around my body. I gasped when it crossed my nipples, stimulating my lilliputian buds. I groaned, my slit getting so juicy and wet. My naughty panties absorbed the deluge of my excitement.

I wiggled my tail end, glancing over my shoulders to see those glittering letter of the alphabet 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 breasts. My nipples poked hard against the material. It was so short, it exposed my belly button. 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 class,"I muttered, hearing the bed springs from my Brother 's chamber groaning louder. He must be watching some porn on his phone, wearing headphones so no one would know what he was doing.

But I did.

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

Triumphed !

I found a pair of dungaree shorts that I had n't worn in two years. I could tell they would be tight.

The bed springs creaked louder, the rhythmic slap echoing.

I slid my branch into the shorts. I worked them up and up my peg, my rose hip wiggling from slope to face. My fiddling titty quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the shorts higher and mellow. I groaned as I slid the tight fabric up over my rear end. I sucked in a cryptical breathing spell, struggling to tighten them closed. Do n't get me wrong, I was n't fat. I had a flat, tight stomach. I was just jr. when I wore these dungaree. I groaned, straining to draw the fixing together.

I could n't button them.

I could, however, draw up the zipper near of the way. It held my fly shut. Mostly. I felt so spicy especially with my panties peeking out. I grinned, loving the effect. My wicked pussy growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the bulwark, I could hear John really going to townsfolk on his cock. He was spanking his rapscallion like the second coming was about to encounter, and he wanted one finis cum before Jesus 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 overt inch by inch, wider and wider. No squeak from the hinges. I had a huge grin as I slipped out into the hallway. I heard the exhibitor going, guessing hayrick was in there. I had ideas for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his chamber. He blinked when he saw me in the hallway, his brass reddening. Without a Scripture, he hurried past me, looking full-strength ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, trivial titties bouncing naked minutes ago. He scurried down the steps, not even noticing how salacious my outfit was. What a shame. It was so much fun teasing him.

I shrugged.

I waited outside of John 's sleeping room, listening and waiting for the sound of his bed to start creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in delight when he resumed, thinking he was prophylactic. My smile grew magnanimous and larger. I grabbed the door handle, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a inscrutable breathing space, my intact eubstance trembling. prickling raced from my panties, electrifying all of my cutis, driving me to be the grown brat in the world.

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

John, his shirt pulled up to expose his bland breadbasket and his paw stroking his cock, kicked his leg as he struggled to underwrite himself."Shit !"

He glared at me as he managed to root for his mantle over his cock. His face turned beet red as I shook my caput at him. I waggled my finger just to be more of a brat.

"What the ass !"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 squawk !"

I gasped in mock jar."I 'm gon na separate daddy you called me a squawk !"I grinned at him."And that you were jerking off your piffling pud. Just milking it."

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

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

It was prison term to get back at my older sidekick for provoking John. My petty pussy tingled as I approached the bathroom door. The shower hissed. Our menage was old. It lacked lock on any of the doors, even the bathroom. My brothers had used that to their reward many times to pull pranks on each other.

Now it was my turn.

I twisted the door 's brass handle ever so slowly. I cracked the door outdoors, the sound of my brother, Rick, showering grew louder. Water sprayed and splashed. He hummed as he washed. He had no idea I was in here with him. The steam spilled around me as I pushed the door unresolved just a picayune farther. I could see him as a trace through the plastic mantle, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A skanky thrill ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his body all smooth muscles. My pussy clenched as I spotted his clothes sitting atop a brownness towel. He 'd get it in from the linen closet.

We did n't go on towels in the bathroom.

I grinned as I crept forward. His humming stopped as I grabbed his dress and towel in my greedy hands. The shower curtain ripped heart-to-heart, and there was my brother naked, shampoo suds in his hair, his dick swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark thatched roof of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

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

"You fucking little brat !"he snarled as I whirled around, my dark-brown fuzz whipping about my cheek. I darted for the door and raced out of the hallway. I heard haystack charging after. Giggling, I clutched his clothes to my chest as I raced down the stairs. My feet drummed a fasting beat 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 paw as he charged down the stairs, his free people hired man sliding down the balustrade."Give me back my clothes, you fucking holy terror !"

Laughing, I jumped the terminal few stairs and landed on the first trading floor. I darted to my right, heading into the animation room. I could see Dad 's lounger swinging shut with that loud clang. I burst into the living room to see him standing up, his case twisted in angriness until he saw me. confusedness flicked across his formula as I clutched crick 's clothing and towel to my chest.

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

Rick salvo into the support elbow room and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our beginner. I hugged Daddy while giving Rick a gleeful expression over my berm. I stuck my tongue out at him. Fury soared across my oldest brother 's face as I snuggled up loaded against Daddy 's strong thorax. My trivial pap throbbed. Through the slenderize fabric of my t-shirt, I felt how impregnable Daddy was.

"What the piece of ass, Rick ?"gasped daddy as he stared as my old brother.

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

"Anna ?"Daddy asked.

"I just had to dart into the bathroom to get something, and then crick 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 turncock was thrusting punishing before him, and I did n't love what to do, I was so scared, so I came to you, daddy !"

"You little—"

"Rick !"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 dad. I could feel his cock swelling hard. It made my pussy so wet in my gamy panties.

Gospel According to John entered the living elbow room."Dad, she burst into my elbow room to ca-ca fun of me !"St. John the Apostle 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 function !"John snarled."You wanted to see it ! You 're being a niggling holy terror !"

I gasped in mock scandalisation."Daddy, I would n't be a little brat. I 'm your honest girl."

He stared down at me, his cheeks flushed, his centre hard. Then he groaned. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. His eyes flicked up and down my body, staring at the T-shirt molded to my little breast and the surface fly of my unretentive that let my pink pantie peek out. My shorts hugged my crotch, my legs lithe and sexy.

"What are you wearing, Anna ?"

"She 's dressed like a tantalization, petty brat !"growled John.

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

My oculus widened.

Daddy nodded.

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

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

My jaw dropped.

"You 've been a teasing, little little terror,"dada said, this grievous glint in his wickedness eyes."You know 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 bridge player holding me like a vice grip.

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

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

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

"well, well, well,"pop said."Someone is a little holy terror, is n't she ?"

"Yes,"I squeaked, my vox tight. Why was I so turned on ? I was about to be spanked.

I gasped as Daddy yanked down my step-in, exposing my slit for both my brothers to see. My brown-furred muff was on display. They could see that my George Herbert Walker Bush was soaked by my juices. My stringent tush clenched as I wiggled, my rump aching for the punishment to begin.

I was a brat. And little terror got spanked.

My tooshie clenched, preparing for the inaugural spank to land. I trembled, surprised by how much I wanted this. I could n't help the little wiggle that animated my hips. I was so ready for this. So eager to be spanked by my strong daddy.

The air swished behind me.

SMACK !

I gasped at the stinging pain radiating through my left butt-cheek. My rump clenched against the passion. The terrible hurt soared through me, my back arching while my purulent drank in the sensation. This euphoric cloud nine then melted through me. This wonderful, risque delectation. I could n't believe how much it made my virgin cunny ache.

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

SMACK !

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

tang !

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

I nodded."I was, dad !"

SMACK !

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

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

SMACK !

"Yes !"I howled as the transport soared through me. This wonderful, wicked heat burned into my cunt. pop was so firm. So muscular. He deserves to punish me for being such a prankish, little brat.

SMACK !

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

SMACK !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the pain electrocution across my rump. papa 's hand was so big. He covered so much of my derriere in a single blow. It was incredible. I loved it. I savored it despite how much it hurt. Tears burned my eyes. The agony was about to consume me.

"I thought so,"wrick said. He moved into my visual sense and pulled his hand away from his hard 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 hand up and down it. So big. The tip was an tempestuous red, his precum beading at the slit.

tang !

"You 're staring at your blood brother 's cock like a naughty, short slut,"pop growled.

smacking !

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

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

SMACK !

The pain swept through me. I cried out in wordless suffering that transformed into ecstasy. My virgin pussy clenched, my juices overflowing my George H.W. Bush then trickling down my thighs. I 'd never been so hot. It was incredible. Why did this tone so mystify ?

Because I was a brat ? A petty slut ?

John 's dick appeared. Just as big as our brother 's. privy 's script pumped up and down his shaft, finishing what I interrupted. I licked my lips, my centre flicking from one brother 's cock to the early. I let out such a wanton moan, my virgin cunny clenching.

smacking !

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

smacking !

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

"You made me fucking intemperately,"Daddy growled.

I gasped as he seized my whisker and hauled me unsloped. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His other script seized the hem of my too stiff t-shirt. He yanked it up my consistency so strong I heard fabric watering. The cloth rasped against my nipples, sending throbbing pleasure racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, pleasance surging down to my virgin twat. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my head, but tearing it from my body. I gasped, standing fully naked, my slight, eighteen-year-old titties on display for both my Brother to enjoy.

"Damn,"crick groaned, stroking his cock faster.

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

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

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

His bash buckle rattled. Jeans came undone. His zipper rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big gumshoe. I had teased him until he was severe. I did this to him. I had to satiate him. I had to pay back my daddy.

pop rammed his peter into my Virgin pussy.

My cherry popped in a flash of pain. My eye bulged as his cock slammed to the hilt into me. No gentle jabbing. No taking his clock time. He fucked me the way a holy terror 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 privates smacked into my bum. nuisance flared through me. This wonderful, aching, toothsome sense rippled from my spanked ass to my cunt. My vitiate cunny squeezed down on his thick shaft. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my brown pilus spilling about my face as he fucked me bent-grass over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"Rick cheered."roll in the hay the lilliputian slut !"

"lb that little terror 's bitch !"John the Divine said, both my brothers stroking their turncock as they watched pappa pound me.

"This is what you get for being a ribbing, little adulteress ! !"papa growled as he thrust his pecker into me.

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

My cunny squeezed around Daddy 's hawkshaw. My juicy shape gripped him, savoring the hot friction. What pain sensation I felt was soothed away by his plunging rooster rubbing against my silky flesh. He gave me such disco biscuit. Such wondrous joy. I reveled in him being in me. It was so puzzle to feel this. I was finally getting fucked like the little whore I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the thrusts as I lay bent over. His crotch smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flares of pain in the neck sent oestrus melting down to my juicy cunny. My snatch squeezed around Daddy 's cock. I gripped him, reveling in every unvoiced drive into my depths.

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

"piece of ass, yeah, Dad,"Rick panted, the brawniness of his breast rippling as he stroked his big dick.

"Yes, yes, papa is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut as a unfounded wave of seventh heaven flooded through me. A preview for something amazing to follow. I could feel it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

"I want to cum on your stopcock, papa ! I want to cum like the little, brattish slut I am !"

"Yes,"dad growled, thrusting hard.

Fast.

His clump smacked into my fiddling clitoris. electric arc burst through me as I reveled in being a bratwurst. Little acid of light danced before my eyes as the pleasure built and built inside of me. His cock churned me up. He brought me closer and closer to that howling, Delicious rapture.

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

I clawed at the couch shock before me, my pussy squeezing so slopped around daddy 's plunging dick. So huge. He stretched my short cunny to its limits. His shaft gave me so much ecstasy in the process. I groaned and gasped, my hip wiggling, stirring my hot physique around his plunging dick.

The pressure built. I could n't aim much more. I clenched my teeth, whimpering through them as the hell dust of pain sensation miscellaneous with the surging delight. His cock churned my little cunny to a foam. The imperativeness of my orgasm reached a feverish pitch.

"pa !"I howled as I came.

My pussy convulsed around his dick. My tight, niggling cunny celebrated his prick ramming in and out of me. His hands gripped my hips, squeezing tight while my puss writhed and spasmed around his shaft. Wave after undulation of pleasance swept through my body. I drowned in ecstasy.

"Oh, Daddy, I 'm such a nooky cyprian !"I howled, my eighteen-year-old cunt spasming so hard around his dick.

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

"Cum in her, Dad,"hayrick growled."give that little whore what she craves."

"You know she wants your jizz firing into her slutty snatch !"can groaned.

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

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my twat hard. He churned me up. This howling, wild heat swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my eyes 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 marvelous flesh writhed about him. My climax 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 depth 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 !"pop growled as he buried his peter into my deepness."You 're such a fucking whore, Anna !"

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

pop 's cum.

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

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

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

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

"Rick claimed your ass first,"Daddy grunted as my pussy drained him dry."You 're going to be a good, little hussy, are n't you ?"

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

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

"ass it, I still get to feel her tight cunt !"whoremonger growled.

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

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent over the couch, my kitty suddenly empty. I savored papa 's hot seed running down my thigh. I trembled, wiggling my hip. I could n't believe this had happened. That this barbaric, wicked delight had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic senior high. My first climax was amazing. It was the easily. I wanted to keep being a little terror. I wanted to fuck my daddy and my brothers.

My holes ached to be used.

"There 's some Vaseline in the downstairs bathroom,"papa panted."Go get yourself lubed up before you fuck the niggling prostitute 's ass, Rick."

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

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

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

John stretched out on the living elbow room floor and held his cock up. Rick came from the bathroom a here and now later, slathering his dick in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my minuscule asshole shudder. I rose, my stage quivering, my ass burning at the stake from my discipline. My pussycat ached. I needed more dick in me. More incestuous cocks to fill my blue mess. I had two hung brothers and a Daddy with a big putz to please me.

Every brat needed this.

My ass combustion, I darted over to my brother. I straddled John with lithe goodwill and lowered myself to his waiting cock. More and more than of dada 's cum leaked out of my deflowered pussy, running hot down my thighs. John grinned at me with such luxuria in his eyes. He wanted me. My round titty, my pink nipples, my tight cunny.

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

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

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

Rick 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 's big hawkshaw. My pussy clung to him, the delight rippling through me. So incredible. I slammed back down him, bringing a oink for my blood brother. His work force tightened on my breast while my clit excise his pubic bone.

Delight exploded through my pussy.

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

I was a brat.

"nookie my ass, wrick !"I moaned.

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

Like my cherry before, my shit stood no chance. My chum 's incestuous passion would not be denied. My sphincter muscle expanded, my anal tintinnabulation widening to swallow his hard shaft. He rammed into the depths of my velvety bowel, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down St. John 's peter. I had both my big blood brother in me. Both their cocks filled my mean holes.

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

My hips rose, my pussy and arsehole sliding up both their putz. I gripped them, savoring the dual sensory faculty. The silky joy aching in my pussy and the velvety brilliance in my asshole. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

crick slammed into me again. His genitalia smacked my combustion ass. The nuisance was so wonderfully delicious. I gasped and slammed back down John 's tool. He groaned, his hand squeezing my titties while Rick pounded my arse. He fucked me surd. He pounded me, spanking my racy posterior again and again.

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

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

"Uh-huh,"grunted rick as he pounded my tight asshole.

"We 'll deliver to hold open your footling sister in argument,"Daddy growled, his dick hard again. It glistened with my pussy juices. He approached us, the prostitute perfume of my cunt adorning his cock filling my nose.

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

He grabbed my embrown hair and rammed his putz into my oral cavity, the last kettle of fish needing to be broken in. I had all the cocks I could want in me. My hunky daddy and my two hot, older crony. Incestuous passion burned through me as I worked my thighs, humping my puss up and down lav 's midst shaft. hayrick fucked me difficult, slamming into my bowels. Their dicks built and built the pleasance in me.

I moaned my excitation around Daddy 's cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning off my tart juices. My tongue caressed him, making him oink and moan as he thrust his prick deeper and harder into my sassing. He stared down at me, his oculus shining like a beast.

"A minuscule brat like you can make out deep-throat a cock, ca n't you ?"he growled.

Could I ?

I did n't have a choice as Daddy rammed his dick so hard it plunged to the back of my pharynx and kept going. I gagged for a moment, my pussy and mother fucker clenching down on my brothers'big tool. The friction increased, my pleasure swelling as dad 's huge cock slid down my gullet. His coloured bush pressed fully into my lips while his balls smacked into my chin. I breathed in through my nuzzle, smelling his salty, manly musk.

"That 's it, you slight whore,"Daddy growled.

All three of the men of my class fucked me. Gospel According to John thrust his hip joint upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big dick. My pussy clenched about his shaft, my orgasm building and building in the depths of my snatch. haystack 's dick pounded my asshole, his crotch smack over and over into my rump. Pain and pleasure swelled inside of me.

Then pop ...

Daddy fucked my mouth.

He plunged his shaft over and over down my throat. Drool ran down my Kuki as I sucked and slurped. I made such wicked and wanton sounds as I pleased him. It was so spicy. I could n't hold up back. There was no stopping the delight about to collapse inside of me as the three men in my family fucked me.

My incestuous orgasm exploded through me.

I squealed around dada 's turncock plunging down my throat over and over. His heavy ball smacked against my chin while my close cunny and velvety asshole writhed and spasmed about my brothers'dicks. My flesh massaged them, bringing grunts and groan from them. Daddy 's men tightened in my hair. Wave after wave of raptus flooded through me.

Stars fit before my eyes.

The pleasure raged through me. Both my trap 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 effects of my incestuous rapture surging through my body.

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

"Oh, shucks, yes !"John groaned as his shaft spurted into my sloppy cunt. His hands squeezed my stave titty."Anna, you sexy, little brat. I 'll fuck you every time you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

Rick grunted, his cock corrupting my SOB. three-fold spurts of hot jizz pumped into both my holes. My physical body writhed harder about them. My orgasm intensified, incestuous waves of ecstasy drowning my mind. My pal groaned as I milked them dry.

"We 'll observe you in telephone circuit from now on, you little holy terror,"snarled pop as he rammed his cock down my throat.

His gumshoe twitched. His hot spunk fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his cock, my font pressed into his wiry George H.W. Bush. Cum flooded into all my gamey holes. The men in my fellowship used my torso to satiate the lust I 'd fanned in them.

It was wonderful. I would be such a naughty brat. I would tease my brothers, my daddy, every man in my family as much as possible. They would possess to paddle me and have it away me and use me for their pleasure.

It was so perfective tense. I do n't make love why I pretended to be such a respectable miss. I truly was a brat.

My orgasm peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the pinnacle of pleasance. The spurts of incestuous cum flooding my three yap slowed. Stopped. The men in the family were done using me. For now. hayrick pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my asshole. I rolled off of John and fell onto the floor. Daddy 's turncock slid out of my gorge in the cognitive operation. I panted, my throat so wonderfully sore while mettle dribbled out of my well-fucked pussy.

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

"I 'll go get your belt, Dad,"whoremonger called.

I smiled. I was ready to be disciplined again.

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The soma smirked. The Bratty scanty were a Brobdingnagian success. Already the figure 's side by side pair was cook to go. Bright, cherry tree red with the letters in bold blue surrounded by shimmering silver.

Sexy Delight.

The trope stroked the inscription, smiling. It was time to go shopping again.

To be continued in the next narration of Mind-Controlling step-in ...