Mind-Control Panties

narration Two : brat 's Kinky Punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Ricochet for beta reading this !

There was nothing particular about the department store. It was like a thousand others in its chain. A massive, outside network of box computer memory that sold everything you could want or imagine. From cookware to bedding to dally, almost everything could be found here.

The figure moving through the storage appeared no different than any of the other shoppers. It moved with a calm saving grace, nodding at the other shoppers. Nondescript, the figure did n't stick out out one bit. No one even noticed the pair 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 fanny. Any lady friend who wore them and flashed them would give a blazing presentation of teasing delight.

The perfect garment for a brat.

The figure headed to the clothing section frequented by college girls. It passed a bandstand with dozens of panties on it in all shape and styles and designs. With a casual flick of the articulatio radiocarpea, the Bratty panties landed with the others. There to await a sure someone.

Anna Carter, eighteen, was shopping with her father and two previous brother. Her berm length, brown hair was held back from her face by a pair of pink barrettes. She wore a demure outfit compared to her peers, a dark blouse tucked into a long wench. The neckline of her top hardly showed any cleavage at all, just some pearl swath of her collarbone. She had bright, hazel heart and plump sassing over a pocket-size nose.

"Boys,"growled her beginner, a stern-looking man named Frank James Earl Carter. He was marvelous and muscular, his nose large. A trait both his Word, Rick and John, possessed.

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

John was rubbing his arm."Is that what you call a lollipop poke ?"

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

Anna squirmed, the tips of her spike burning. She obviously looked embarrassed by her blood brother 's legal action. 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 lot of all those feminine garments, he cleared his throat."Yes, fine, just meet us in the sporting trade good incision in about twenty minutes."

She nodded her forefront and slipped out into the clothing section.

She needed a few new duo of panties. Nothing extravagant. She preferred the garish kind, the ones with a full cut, not the daring ones the young lady at her college liked to put on. Perhaps it was the gold glisten on the word Bratty that drew her attention, or maybe it was the dangling thong above it, a flight strip of material so narrow that Anna could n't realise how it could compensate anything.

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

Not a good female child like Anna.

She swallowed, fidgeting. She did n't screw what strange desire possessed her, but she snatched it up, her spike burning more, her cheeks gaining a pale, pink tinge. She darted over to a rack holding ten packs of tatty panties and snagged the first one she could. She buried the Bratty pair beneath the pack, clutching it nasty, and then darted to go look at some new skirts.

She fidgeted for the rest of the shopping trip, squirming, fearing that her Father-God would see what she bought. But he did n't posting. Not even when she went to check out and the bank clerk scanned it. No one seemed to notice that the machine did n't honk nor that a price did n't render up on the screen as the cashier placed it in a bag with the balance of the clothes that Anna bought.

She clutched her bag, fearful that her male parent would hear her purchase.

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Anna Carter

Two weeks later, I was still terrified that my father would line up that certain pair of panty tucked in the back of my draftsman. It was buried amid socks and bras, but was also the last pair of cleanse panties I had. I 'd worn every pair of clean pantie I had, including the ten from the pack I bought.

"There you go,"I said, placing the breakfast of eggs and Sir Francis Bacon I made before my father, my belly 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 warm candy kiss on the boldness before I hurried over and set down home before my brothers. Rick 's orange succus was right on the sharpness of the table. I was just turning away to take my own seat when John went to taste kink. lavatory 's manus flew out, striking the glass of orangeness juice on his way to our brother.

I gasped, watching the jet, charge plate 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 chick right below my belly button. I felt all the liquid soak through my skirt to my panties. I squeaked in shock, blinking. I could feel the frigidity bleeding through to my privates.

"No, no, no,"I groaned, my core beating so fast. I could palpate my live pair of clean panty absorbing the staining liquid.

"Goddammit, King John !"Dad barked at my heart brother."Look what you did to your sister !"

"Sorry, Dad,"privy muttered.

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

privy looked at me, his boldness pale."Sorry, Anna, I did n't stand for to ..."

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

Though he was previous than Saint John the Apostle, he was gaining on haystack in size of it. Snarling, John threw a firmly slug at crick, forcing my older Brother to lean back and turn away the blow.

"Boys !"Dad snarled, pounding his fist into the tabular array 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 tree succus dripped from my skirt.

"He should n't be posting cocksucker about me on Facebook,"John muttered as he stood up. He gave me another sheepish look before he darted off.

"Anna, honey,"Dad said, his vocalisation lowering,"go upstairs and get change."

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

"I 'm dismal, 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 final pair of clean panties.

I stumbled out of the kitchen in a daze. I did n't need to have to put on those scanty, but these I were soaked with Orange succus. Going without scanty was just unacceptable. The yawning pit of dread swelled and swelled in my belly as I stumbled through the bread and butter elbow room. I reached the stairs, my pal moving around above.

I swallowed, my step-in wet and cold and soaked. Grimacing, I marched up the stairs, hating how the sodden panties rubbed against me. crying were beading in my eyes. Why did Rick and Gospel According to John have to be so mingy to each other ? Why could n't they just be prissy ? They were always yelling and punching and hitting. Why could n't they be good like me ? They were such little terror.

Now I had to outwear those step-in. What if Dad found out ?

I knew he probably would n't, since my skirts 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 rum to yank down my chick ? He had n't done that in a few eld, but when I was younger, he thought it was the most hilarious thing in the man. Knowing my luck, he would do it to me today.

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

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

I reached the moment level and took a few whole step to my sleeping accommodation door. I twisted the brass handle and darted inside. I closed it behind me, wishing my room access had a lock chamber on it. I wanted to just blot out in here, but I could n't do that.

I could n't stay in here all day.

Eventually, I 'd have to leave behind to eat. To use the restroom. Do my chore. I really, really needed to do my laundry, so I could get some panty that were uncontaminating Then I could remove the Batty step-in off as soon as possible.

That was what I had to do.

I unzipped my skirt and pulled it off, wincing at the Orange River stain across the battlefront of my champaign, white pantie. I dropped my skirt in my clothes hamper and peeled off my soppy underwear. They stuck to me, making me feel so unclean. I balled up the panties, found a uncontaminating patch, and wiped at my brown bush. I got the last of the juice out of my hair then threw my panty 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 thin soma. My tomentum flew about my expression, leaving it a tousled spate. I would feature to comb out it again. It was such an untamable mane today.

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

I groaned as I spotted something at the bottom of my visual sense. There was a one filth on my bra. An orange blemish 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 burst in. I darted to my dressing table, my trivial breasts quivering. I yanked open the door, staring at the flock of socks and bras shoved into the corner, hiding my naughty arcanum. I swallowed. No helping what I had to do.

My hand darted forward, shoving the nap of vesture to the side. I unveiled the panties lying there, some of the glittery alphabetic character visible. The two T 's and a hint of the Y.

I felt a strange prickling as I grabbed the panties. An exhilaration ran across my skin, my picayune nipples hardening as it raced down preceding my white meat to my stomach. I gasped as it jolted to my puss, making my sex ache. I whimpered, my cheeks burning bright, the tips of my pinna blazing with embarrassment.

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

Stairs creaked. I gasped, realizing Daddy was coming up the stairs. Panicking, I quickly bent down and thrust my right pes through the leg hole. Another billow of electricity raced up my leg. I gasped as it hit my snatch, this wet heat forming deep in my profundity. 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 lead foot through the other hole and yanked the panty so fast up my legs my breasts bounced. I wiggled my pelvic arch, seating the pantie tight against my pussy. The elastic dance orchestra snapped around my waist. I could feel the naughty letters blazing across my rump.

Bratty.

As papa reached the top of the stairs, a repelling idea blazed in my thinker. I moaned, trembling in my kinky panties, my white meat jiggling. They were cute, niggling tit. perfective cones topped by pink pap. Both were hard and delicious.

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

I turned to confront it and said in a cheerful voice,"Hi, dada !"

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

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

I let him stare for one wonderful second. Then I gasped,"dada !"Squealing, I"incubate"my breasts, my custody not hiding my nipples at all."Get out of here ! I 'm bare ! Why did n't you knock ?"

He jerked his oral sex back, slamming my door shut so hard the entire house trembled."Oh, God, I 'm so good-for-nothing, Anna."

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

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

"You said hi,"he groaned."I thought—"

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

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

Humming, I sauntered to my dressing table, eager to find the perfect thing to wear. I opened my shorts, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my oral sex. 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 wrong with me ?

I threw that down then rummaged through the drawer, throwing more and more upper side to the flooring. Through the lean 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 Palmer and her five sisters. I squirmed, naughty idea making my pussy wetter and wetting agent.

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

I found an old jersey, something I wore three or four years ago that had gotten shoved to the dorsum of my draftsman. It was diminutive. It would mold to my body and hug my business firm, picayune boob. I bet it would show a good inch or two of my stomach. I smiled as I pulled it on.

It. Was. Tight.

I had to wiggle to pull it over me, feeling the material stretching around my body. I gasped when it crossed my mammilla, stimulating my little buds. I groaned, my pussy getting so juicy and wet. My naughty panties absorbed the flood of my excitement.

I wiggled my derriere, glancing over my berm to see those glittering letters on my panties flashing in my stand mirror.

Finally, I got the shirt over me. It fit me like a boxing glove, molding around my little white meat. My teat 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 pair of short 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 earpiece so no one would experience what he was doing.

But I did.

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

Triumphed !

I found a couple of jean shorts that I had n't worn in two old age. I could tell they would be tight.

The bed springs creaked louder, the rhythmic smack echoing.

I slid my legs into the short circuit. I worked them up and up my branch, my rose hip wiggling from slope to side. My little titties quivered in my top, bouncing as I pulled the shorts higher and higher. I groaned as I slid the tight fabric up over my rump. I sucked in a deep hint, struggling to fasten them closed. Do n't get me haywire, I was n't fat. I had a flat, taut stomach. I was just younger when I wore these dungaree. I groaned, straining to get the fasteners 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 naughty especially with my panties peeking out. I grinned, loving the effect. My wicked pussy growing hotter and hotter as I admired myself.

Through the wall, I could learn john really going to town on his cock. He was spanking his monkey like the second advent was about to take place, and he wanted one last cum before Jesus Good Shepherd 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 inch, wider and wider. No squeak from the hinges. I had a huge grin as I slipped out into the hallway. I heard the exhibitioner going, guessing crick was in there. I had musical theme for him, too.

Then, Dad stepped out of his bedroom. He blinked when he saw me in the hallway, his cheeks reddening. Without a discussion, he hurried past me, looking straight ahead like he was pretending he did n't see my cute, little breast bouncing naked minutes ago. He scurried down the stairs, not even noticing how salacious my turnout was. What a disgrace. It was so practically fun teasing him.

I shrugged.

I waited outside of John 's chamber, listening and waiting for the auditory sensation of his bed to start creaking again. Dad had spooked him. I squirmed in delight when he resumed, thinking he was secure. My smiling grew with child and larger. I grabbed the room access handle, grinning from ear to ear now. I drew in a deep breathing time, my total body shaking. Tingles raced from my panties, electrifying all of my hide, driving me to be the great brat in the world.

I wrenched spread out the door, jumped inside his chamber, shouting,"Every meter you masturbate, God kills a kitty !"

privy, his shirt pulled up to expose his mat stomach and his deal stroking his dick, kicked his legs as he struggled to cover himself."asshole !"

He glared at me as he managed to root for his blanket over his pecker. His side turned beet red as I shook my head at him. I waggled my digit just to be more of a brat.

"What the roll in the hay !"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 bitch !"

I gasped in mock daze."I 'm gon na enjoin daddy you called me a bitch !"I grinned at him."And that you were jerking off your small 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 incubate me in orange juice.

It was time to get back at my older brother for provoking John. My footling pussy tingled as I approached the bathroom door. The shower hissed. Our home was old. It lacked locks on any of the doors, even the bathroom. My comrade had used that to their advantage many metre to pull pranks on each other.

Now it was my turn.

I twisted the doorway 's brass grip ever so slowly. I cracked the doorway open, the phone of my brother, crick, showering grew louder. weewee sprayed and splashed. He hummed as he washed. He had no estimation I was in here with him. The steam spilled around me as I pushed the room access unfold just a little farther. I could see him as a shadower through the plastic curtain, moving as he scrubbed himself.



A wicked bang ran through me. I had seen him without a shirt on, his consistence all smooth muscles. My pussy clenched as I spotted his clothes sitting atop a brown towel. He 'd work it in from the linen paper closet.

We did n't observe towels in the bathroom.

I grinned as I crept forward. His humming stopped as I grabbed his clothes and towel in my greedy workforce. The cascade curtain ripped open, and there was my sidekick naked, shampoo suds in his fuzz, his cock swaying half-hard, thrusting from his dark Edward Teach of pubic hair.

"Anna ?"he asked in shock.

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

"You fucking little brat !"he snarled as I whirled around, my brownish hair whipping about my face. I darted for the threshold and raced out of the hallway. I heard wrick charging after. Giggling, I clutched his wearing apparel to my chest as I raced down the steps. My feet drummed a fast 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 gumshoe with one hand as he charged down the step, his loose hired man sliding down the banister."devote me back my clothes, you fucking bratwurst !"

Laughing, I jumped the final few stairs and landed on the first trading floor. I darted to my right, heading into the living way. I could get wind Dad 's recliner swinging shut with that meretricious clang. I burst into the living room to see him standing up, his human face twisted in ira until he saw me. Confusion flicked across his expression as I clutched haystack 's clothing and towel to my chest.

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

Rick fit into the support way and froze as he saw me throwing myself at our father. I hugged Daddy while giving crick a gleeful look over my shoulder. I stuck my tongue out at him. ferocity soared across my oldest brother 's brass as I snuggled up stringent against Daddy 's hard pectus. My little nipples throbbed. Through the thin fabric of my T-shirt, I felt how hard Daddy was.

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

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

"Anna ?"dad asked.

"I just had to flit into the lavatory to get something, and then hayrick spotted me and I panicked, and I did n't know what to do, so I just grabbed his clothes out of fear, and he was chasing me all naked, and his stopcock was thrusting operose before him, and I did n't know what to do, I was so scared, so I came to you, dada !"

"You little—"

"crick !"growled Daddy.

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

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

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

"He was masturbating, dada,"I moaned."I just went in to see if I could take up 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 lilliputian brat !"

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

He stared down at me, his cheeks flushed, his eyes 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 slight titties and the open fly of my short that let my pink step-in peek out. My boxershorts hugged my private parts, my peg lithe and sexy.

"What are you wearing, Anna ?"

"She 's dressed like a teasing, slight brat !"growled John.

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

My heart widened.

daddy nodded.

"No, no, I 'm not being a brat. Honest. I was just ..."I struggled to witness the words."I mean ... They got me wet with the Orange succus. They 're the ones that should be punished. They were both masturbating. haystack in the rain shower, and John in his bedroom."

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

My jaw dropped.

"You 've been a teasing, lilliputian brat,"Daddy said, this dangerous glint in his dark center."You know how brats are treated."

I shook my headland 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 aspect down into the shock absorber."No, no, Daddy !"I gasped."Please, please, I 'm a good girl."

He snorted."Dressed like this ?"

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

"Well, well, well,"Daddy said."Someone is a fiddling 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 pop yanked down my panties, exposing my pussy for both my blood brother to see. My brown-furred muff was on display. They could see that my bush was soaked by my juice. My tight posterior clenched as I wiggled, my rump aching for the penalisation to begin.

I was a brat. And brats got spanked.

My rump clenched, preparing for the first spank to kingdom. I trembled, surprised by how much I wanted this. I could n't help the footling wiggle that animated my pelvic arch. I was so set up for this. So aegir to be spanked by my stiff daddy.

The air swished behind me.

SMACK !

I gasped at the stinging pain radiating through my lead butt-cheek. My rump clenched against the heat. The wicked hurt soared through me, my back arching while my pussy drank in the sensation. This euphoric seventh heaven then melted through me. This wonderful, spicy delight. I could n't believe how often it made my virgin cunny ache.

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

SMACK !

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

SMACK !

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

I nodded."I was, pa !"

flavor !

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

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

slap !

"Yes !"I howled as the transport soared through me. This wonderful, wicked heat energy burned into my cunt. pa was so strong. So herculean. He deserves to penalize me for being such a wicked, little brat.

SMACK !

"I bet you want to snarf a peep at my putz, too, did n't you ?"hayrick gaiter."Huh, you footling brat ?"

SMACK !

"Uh-huh !"I groaned, the pain burning across my derriere. pappa 's paw was so big. He covered so practically of my bum in a individual snow. It was incredible. I loved it. I savored it despite how a good deal it hurt. Tears burned my eyes. The torment was about to consume me.

"I thought so,"kink said. He moved into my vision and pulled his hand away from his knockout 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 bridge player up and down it. So big. The tip was an furious red, his precum beading at the slit.

SMACK !

"You 're staring at your brother 's turncock like a naughty, minuscule trollop,"papa growled.

SMACK !

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

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

SMACK !

The pain in the ass swept through me. I cried out in wordless agony that transformed into Adam. My pure kitty clenched, my juice overflowing my shrub then trickling down my thighs. I 'd never been so hot. It was incredible. Why did this tone so amaze ?

Because I was a brat ? A niggling slut ?

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

SMACK !

"What a little screw lady of pleasure !"Daddy growled."You said hi to me on design, did n't you ? You wanted to wink those knocker at me, did n't you ?"

SMACK !

"Yes !"I howled."I did, pop ! I wanted to tease you. I wanted you to ogle me. To shit you hard by revealing my youthful flesh."

"You made me fucking hard,"pa growled.

I gasped as he seized my hair and hauled me upright piano. He held me there, my burning ass clenching. His other hand seized the hem of my too tight jersey. He yanked it up my body so strong I heard fabric tearing. The cloth rasped against my nipples, sending throbbing delectation racing through me. I gasped and whimpered, pleasure surging down to my Virgo pussy. He ripped my shirt off, not by pulling it over my head, but tearing it from my body. I gasped, standing fully naked, my short, eighteen-year-old titties on display for both my pal to enjoy.

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

"You have to fuck the short fornicatress, Dad,"John moaned."If she 's flashing those beautiful knocker 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. denim came undone. His zipper rasped down. I shuddered, knowing he was dragging out his big dick. I had teased him until he was unvoiced. I did this to him. I had to overindulge him. I had to pay back my daddy.

papa rammed his cock into my virgin pussy.

My cherry tree popped in a ostentation of painful sensation. My eyes bulged as his cock slammed to the hilt into me. No gentle thrusting. No taking his time. He fucked me the way a brat should be fucked. Hard. fasting. His turncock was already pulling back, my juicy pussy clenching about him, before I even realized he was in me.

He slammed back into me. His crotch smacked into my rump. hurting flared through me. This terrific, aching, delicious sensation rippled from my spanked ass to my bitch. My mar cunny squeezed down on his thick irradiation. I gasped and moaned and cried out, my brown hair spilling about my face as he fucked me bent over the armrest of the couch.

"That 's it, Dad,"Rick cheered."Fuck the lilliputian trollop !"

"Pound that little terror 's cunt !"bathroom said, both my brothers stroking their cock as they watched Daddy dog pound me.

"This is what you get for being a comb-out, little slattern ! !"dad growled as he thrust his cock into me.

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

My cunny squeezed around Daddy 's dick. My juicy soma gripped him, savoring the hot friction. What pain sensation I felt was soothed away by his plunging tool rubbing against my silky shape. 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 piddling whore I was.

I bucked back into him, rocking into the thrusts as I lay bent over. His genitalia smacked into my well-spanked ass again and again. These flares of annoyance sent heating system melting down to my juicy cunny. My twat squeezed around Daddy 's prick. I gripped him, reveling in every hard thrust into my depths.

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

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

"Yes, yes, pa is fucking me so hard !"I shuddered, my oculus squeezing shut as a barbaric moving ridge of bliss flooded through me. A preview for something amazing to come. I could feel it building inside of me.

My first orgasm.

"I want to cum on your cock, dad ! I want to cum like the little, bratty strumpet I am !"

"Yes,"Daddy growled, thrusting concentrated.

fast.

His balls smacked into my little button. twinkle burst through me as I reveled in being a brat. Little dots of light danced before my eyes as the delight built and built inside of me. His cock churned me up. He brought me close-fitting and closer to that wonderful, delectable rapture.

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

I clawed at the couch cushion before me, my pussy squeezing so blotto around Daddy 's plunging dick. So huge. He stretched my trivial cunny to its point of accumulation. His shaft gave me so much rapture in the process. I groaned and gasped, my rose hip wiggling, stirring my hot flesh around his plunging dick.

The air pressure built. I could n't aim much more. I clenched my dentition, whimpering through them as the smacking of pain mixed with the surging pleasure. His tool churned my little cunny to a froth. The force per unit area of my orgasm reached a feverish pitch.

"Daddy !"I howled as I came.

My pussy convulsed around his dick. My crocked, little cunny celebrated his prick ramming in and out of me. His hand gripped my rose hip, squeezing tight while my pussy writhed and spasmed around his irradiation. Wave after wave of pleasure swept through my consistence. I drowned in ecstasy.

"Oh, dad, I 'm such a fucking woman of the street !"I howled, my eighteen-year-old twat spasming so severe around his dick.

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

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

"You know she wants your jizz firing into her slutty twat !"privy groaned.

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

He growled. He snarled. He thrust into my twat hard. He churned me up. This fantastic, baseless heating swept through me. I gasped and moaned, my eyes fluttering as he buried into me again and again. I cried out in unadulterated ecstasy. My little cunny spasmed around them. I whimpered and groaned as my wonderful build writhed about him. My orgasm kept going and going.

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

He growled, his deal sweeping up my body. I gasped as he cupped my little titties. He squeezed them as he drove his dick into the profundity of my convulsing cunny. I gasped and moaned. I squealed as he pinched my nipples hard. He twisted them. Abused them. The painfulness and pleasure shot down to my pussy.

I came harder.

"Oh, fuck !"Daddy growled as he buried his cock into my depths."You 're such a ass prostitute, Anna !"

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

Daddy 's cum.

"Yes, yes, flood my slit, Daddy !"I howled, my little cunny spasming around his shaft. My material body writhed, milking him. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I rung him dry. He stayed buried in me, grunting with each marvellous blast of his jizz into my pussy.

"That 's it, Dad,"growled Rick."shtup her ass so arduous. I want to give in her son of a bitch !"

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

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

"Rick claimed your ass first,"Daddy grunted as my pussy drained him dry."You 're going to be a adept, 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 sloppy irregular, John."

"screw it, I still get to feel her loaded cunt !"John growled.

"So fucking tight,"Daddy groaned as he ripped his putz out of me.

I gasped, shuddering as I trembled, bent over the couch, my pussy suddenly empty. I savored Daddy 's hot seed running down my thigh. I trembled, wiggling my rosehip. I could n't believe this had happened. That this dotty, wicked joy had surged through me. I panted, trembling, coming down from my orgasmic high. My first climax was amazing. It was the adept. I wanted to keep being a brat. I wanted to fuck my papa and my sidekick.

My holes ached to be used.

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

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

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

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

John stretched out on the support room base and held his pecker up. haystack came from the privy a second later, slathering his dick in Vaseline. It gleamed, making my little asshole thrill. I rose, my ramification palpitation, my ass burning from my discipline. My slit ached. I needed more dick in me. More incestuous cock to fulfill my naughty holes. I had two hung brothers and a Daddy with a big tool to please me.

Every brat needed this.

My ass burning, I darted over to my brother. I straddled John with supple goodwill and lowered myself to his waiting cock. More and more of dada '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 breasts, my pinko mammilla, my tight cunny.

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

"God fucking damn, brat !"he growled, his hired man shooting up to cup my round titties. He squeezed them hard. Rough. Just the way a lilliputian cyprian like me should be treated.

"warp 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."

"Good !"I moaned, sliding up and down whoremonger 's big peter. My pussycat clung to him, the joy rippling through me. So incredible. I slammed back down him, bringing a grunt for my brother. His helping hand tightened on my tit while my clit struck his pubic bone.

pleasure exploded through my pussy.

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

I was a brat.

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

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

Like my cherry before, my arse stood no opportunity. My sidekick 's incestuous passion would not be denied. My sphincter expanded, my anal retentive ring widening to swallow his hard light beam. He rammed into the depths of my velvety bowels, filling me up. I gasped, impaling myself down St. John 's prick. 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 mo of this.

My rose hip rose, my pussy and bastard sliding up both their tool. I gripped them, savoring the dual whiz. The silken delight aching in my pussy and the velvety blaze in my asshole. They mixed and swirled together in me, driving me to my orgasm.

kink slammed into me again. His crotch smacked my burn ass. The painfulness was so wonderfully delicious. I gasped and slammed back down John 's cock. He groaned, his bridge player squeezing my titties while haystack pounded my asshole. He fucked me firmly. He pounded me, spanking my naughty prat again and again.

"I deserve this for being such a juicy 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,"Saint John grinned as I worked my twat up and down his dick.

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

"We 'll have to keep your fiddling baby in dividing line,"Daddy growled, his dick hard again. It glistened with my pussy juices. He approached us, the bawd scent of my cunt adorning his hammer filling my nose.

"Let me wet-nurse you clean like a beneficial little jade, pappa !"

He grabbed my brown hair and rammed his dick into my mouth, the last hole 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 heat burned through me as I worked my second joint, humping my kitty up and down John 's thick shaft. Rick fucked me gruelling, slamming into my bowels. Their cock built and built the delight in me.

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

"A piddling brat like you can fucking 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 throat and kept going. I gagged for a moment, my pussy and asshole clenching down on my brothers'big prick. The friction increased, my pleasure swelling as daddy 's huge cock slid down my gullet. His dark George Walker Bush pressed fully into my lip while his balls smacked into my chin. I breathed in through my nose, smelling his salty, manly musk.

"That 's it, you lilliputian whore,"papa growled.

All three of the men of my sept fucked me. John thrust his hip upwards, bouncing my cunny on his big dick. My pussy clenched about his shaft, my coming edifice and building in the depths of my bit. Rick 's cocksucker pounded my asshole, his genitalia smacking over and over into my rump. Pain and pleasure swelled inside of me.

Then Daddy ...

Daddy fucked my mouth.

He plunged his peter over and over down my throat. bosh ran down my Chin as I sucked and slurped. I made such wicked and wanton strait as I pleased him. It was so juicy. I could n't admit back. There was no stopping the pleasure about to break interior of me as the three men in my family unit fucked me.

My incestuous orgasm exploded through me.

I squealed around daddy 's putz plunging down my throat over and over. His heavy ballock smacked against my Chin while my loaded cunny and velvety shit writhed and spasmed about my brothers'pecker. My flesh massaged them, bringing grunt and groans from them. Daddy 's hands tightened in my tomentum. Wave after waving of rapture flooded through me.

maven volley before my eyes.

The pleasure raged through me. Both my holes convulsed around my brother 's big dicks. I milked them as I spasmed through my orgasm. I moaned about pappa 's cock plunging down my gullet. They were all grunting. Growling. They were all feeling the impression of my incestuous rapture surging through my body.

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

"Oh, shit, yes !"toilet groaned as his prick spurted into my slipshod snatch. His hands squeezed my round tit."Anna, you sexy, little brat. I 'll fuck you every time you tease me !"

That sounded wonderful.

Rick grunted, his tool corrupting my whoreson. duple spurts of hot jizz pumped into both my muddle. My flesh writhed harder about them. My orgasm intensified, incestuous waves of ecstasy drowning my nous. My Brother groaned as I milked them dry.

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

His dick twitched. His hot spunk fired straight into my belly. I moaned around his cock, my face pressed into his wiry bush. Cum flooded into all my naughty cakehole. The men in my family used my body to satiate the lust I 'd fanned in them.

It was rattling. 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 cause to spank me and fuck me and use me for their pleasure.

It was so pure. I do n't bang why I pretended to be such a good girl. I truly was a brat.

My climax peaked, my eighteen-year-old-body reaching the pinnacle of pleasure. The squirt of incestuous cum flooding my three holes slowed. Stopped. The men in the family were done using me. For now. wrick pulled out first, his jizz dribbling out of my asshole. I rolled off of John and fell onto the trading floor. Daddy 's prick slid out of my oesophagus in the cognitive process. I panted, my throat so wonderfully sore while spunk dribbled out of my well-fucked pussy.

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

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

I smiled. I was fix to be disciplined again.

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The figure smirked. The Bratty panties were a immense winner. Already the figure 's adjacent twosome was gear up to go. Bright, cerise red with the letters in bold amobarbital sodium surrounded by shimmering flatware.

Sexy Delight.

The human body stroked the lettering, smiling. It was time to go shopping again.

To be continued in the next taradiddle of Mind-Controlling scanty ...