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It was his fortieth birthday, and I had decided that it was to be a memorable one. Paul and I had been married for five years. He was ten years older than me. So, I was twenty when I married him. Already at thirty, he had this salt and pepper hair that makes women look unkempt but makes men look sophisticated and dangerous. So he was, I was later to find out. Sophisticated in his tastes, from food or drink, nothing was too foreign, strange or disgusting for him not to try. With him, I developed a taste for exotic foods, frog legs, escargots, and monk fish liver. You name it, the more potent the flavor, the more he craved it; and with him, so did I.

His taste for liquor was just as eclectic as his food choices. Not just the single malt Scotch or small batch Bourbon that the cognoscenti rave about. He had Absinthe brought over from Slovakia, Raki from Turkey, and a particularly favored Grappa-like drink from some place in Spain.

I grew up in Omaha, Nebraska, as Middle America as apple pie and biscuits. That may have been what attracted me, at twenty, to this man, so much my senior. He entered my life like a tornado, sweeping everything before him. Soon, I found myself skiing double diamond terrain, shooting white water rapids, and diving in the open ocean; all things I had never even thought of doing. We got engaged at 120 ft of depth, in the great wall of Little Cayman. I was so surprised I almost dropped the ring, and that would have been a disaster, since the bottom of the ocean is about three thousand feet deep at that point! I have followed Paul ever since, and never regretted it for a second.

Now, after five years of marriage, I decided I shall give him a gift to remember. I changed a lot from the wide eyed ingénue from Omaha in these years, but one thing, until now, did not change. I never accepted his, shall I say temptations? In the matter of sex I remained the proper conservative American girl. Of course we had oral sex, but aside of that; the kinkiest thing we ever did was to do it in the kitchen. And I knew, and know, that he wanted more. He kept a large collection of erotica, in his library. Although locked, these books, tapes and art, have always been available to me even though I did not avail myself of them until recently. That’s when I realized how much I was withholding from him and, for the first time became afraid, afraid that he would find someone who would give him what I would not.

Fast forward to the present. I found a willing accomplice in Sakura, a Japanese beauty that frequented our country club. She was twenty five; we often played golf or skied with her. I do not believe Paul knew the effect he had on her, or if he knew, he never acted on it. Me, on the other hand, I knew. It was obvious to me that the oriental beauty was besotted with Paul. She was always respectful, always polite and proper, but I could not fail to detect her blushing, her breathing becoming faster when he approached her. If he talked to her, and touched her arm, she always would seek support from the back of a chair, table or other piece of furniture, her knees would weaken so.

I approached Sakura one evening, about three weeks before his birthday. Paul was traveling that day and, it being the middle of the week, the lounge at the club was relatively empty; some women played cards at a table, and a couple of older, retired guys played chess. Sakura had been playing tennis, and was looking around the bar for someone to share a drink with, so as soon as she saw me, she approached me, smiling.

“Hi, Sakura” I greeted her “Care to drink something?”

“Hi, Lola” She answered, “Of course.”

We sat at one of the couches, near the fireplace, far from the other people. We ordered Margaritas. We made small talk for a while, until the second Margarita. Then, as inhibitions began to loosen, thanks to Jose Cuervo, I made my move:

“Have you had sex with Paul?” I asked nonchalantly between sips.

“Of course not!” She answered angrily “What makes you think so?”

“Relax my dear” I said stroking her hand. “I know you like him. Don’t you?”

The tequila was having its desired effect. I had eaten a burger before coming to the club, but Sakura just had two Margaritas on an empty stomach. She answered truthfully.

“You can’t blame me for that. He is gorgeous” She paused for the briefest moment “But I’ve never…” “I know, I know” I said soothingly “But you would, if things were…different” It was not a question.

She did not deny it.

“I have an idea I need your help with” I continued.

* * *

On his birthday, I took Paul to his favorite seafood haunt. A swanky place, known for its seafood and steaks and one of the few places in town where you could still smoke a cigar after dinner, in their cigar room; this was the one place in town where you could go for dinner in a tuxedo and cocktail dress, and not call attention to yourself. He always looks so handsome in his tux. I wore a crimson silk number, with a tight bodice and a flaring skirt that showed off my legs and feet, enhanced by the Manolo Blahnik sandals.

He wanted to have steak for dinner, as he usually did here, but I told him I had made other arrangements for us, and he understood that sex was in the forecast, so he did not complain about the food choices.

If he had his way, and ate a porterhouse, he would fall in bed like a pole axed ox, so, no meat today.

We ate Mikimoto oysters on the half shell, steamed artichokes with a balsamic dip and grilled salmon and steamed Bok Choy with a soy ginger sauce. To drink, we had Perrier Jouet cuvee Belle Epoque. He also got me hooked on that one.

After dinner, he looked at the cigar room, an eyebrow slightly raised, interrogating. I smiled and said:

“At home.”

When we arrived home, the house was dark; I led him to the bedroom, lit only by a night light, and sat him in his favorite leather chair, facing the bed. He was about to question me but I touched his lips with my finger.

“Hush” I said.

I led his hand to the table at his right. In it a crystal bucket held ice cubes, and a large glass rang crisply as I touched it lightly with my crimson fingernails. I gave him his cigar, a Montecristo #2 that I had previously cut for him and lit a match for him to light it. In the light of the match, I saw amazement and wonder in his eyes.

I pushed him back into the chair, kissed him and said:

“Wait.”

Then I disappeared into the bathroom. I rapidly changed into a black bustier, that matched the black hose and garter belt I was wearing, but that, hidden under the skirt, he could not have noticed. I entered the bedroom, and as I approached the king sized, four poster bed, flicked a remote control that turned on three spotlights on the bed leaving the rest of the bedroom in relative darkness.

In the bed, silently, Sakura, dressed in a white lace bra from La Perla, matching white thong, garter belt and hose, turned towards me and extended her arms to meet mine. I heard his sharp intake of breath.

Sakura and I hugged, and I kissed her deeply on her lips. My tongue entered her, exploring, as she did the same with me. I felt my moisture, my need arise, and straddled her thigh, rubbing myself against her stockinged skin. She did likewise, and I could smell her arousal, similar, yet so different from my own. We rolled on the bed, touching, probing each other. I never had a lesbian experience before, but it came naturally to me; it felt as if I was making love to myself. My bustier came off as Sakura sought out my breasts, larger than hers, and kissed them, and bit on them. In my excitement, I could only hug her closer to me, while trying, furiously to hump her thigh.

I heard not a word from my husband, who, in the relative darkness of the room, could be seen only as a dark shape, sunk in his chair.

Sakura now pinched my nipples, until they were standing up, erect, sensitive. She took the right one on her mouth and sucked on it, viciously, then bit hard on it, until I squealed in pain. She moved behind me, taking my arms behind my back, and holding them crossed at the wrist. I knelt now on the bed, my knees wide open, facing the dark shape that was my husband. I could see the plume of blue cigar smoke, exhaled, and smell the strong aroma, before it was sucked out of the room by the silent ventilation system. She threw me on my side, still holding my hands, and ripped off my garter belt and hose. She used one of the stockings to bind my hands. I heard the tinkle of ice, on my husband’s chair.

She ripped off my panties left me nude, with my hands bound behind my back, knees wide open on the bed, ankles crossed, and my neatly trimmed pubic hair, another novelty for Paul, pointing to my wide open pussy. I felt the cool air in my moist lips. I could smell myself. Sakura was as excited as I. Her skin glistened in the spotlights with a patina of sweat. She threw me on my back and straddled my face. She pulled her white thong to a side and smothered me with her sopping wet pussy. I smelled her musk, and licked at her clit, my nose deeply inserted in her hot wet hole. She gushed more, under my attentions, and I noticed the flow of moisture dripping out of my own cunt. I felt embarrassed for a moment, to be doing this, wide open, in front of Paul, perfectly lit by the spotlights, my pussy gushing, and dripping on the dark red bed sheets. After only a short time, Sakura rode my nose to the first of many orgasms that evening.

She stopped to catch her breath, but only for a moment, for I was given no respite. She turned me, facing down on the bed, my panties inserted deep in my mouth, and tied in place with my garter belt. She tied my hands together to the headboard, and my ankles, separately to the posts at the foot of the bed. My ankles were tied with my stockings, my hands with a wide red silk ribbon.

I saw, on the mirror on the side wall Sakura approaching Paul, a riding crop in her hand. She offered it to him, silently; he waved her off. She moved to my right, and I could not see her anymore.

The swish of the crop, cutting through the air warned me, a fraction of a second before a line of fire planted itself on my ass. I tried to scream through my gag, but only a muted howl came out. And the crop fell, again and again, until my ass was on fire, and I had no strength to cry out anymore. The pillow under my face was wet with my tears, and the sheet under my pussy wet with my juices. Sakura untied me and I turned over.

Paul stood, in front of his chair, his erect penis sticking out of his pants; he approached the bed, only to be interrupted by Sakura, who gently pushed him back into his chair.

“Not yet,” She said “Soon.”

She knelt between his legs and took him in her mouth. She swallowed his length and, holding on to his butt, bobbed on his dick. I saw her cheeks, hollow with her suction as she blew him vigorously. It took but a minute for Paul to spill himself down Sakura’s throat. I saw her swallow, and then lick him clean. She replaced his dick in his pants, and came back to me.

I feared her, for I knew what was to come next. She tied my ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed, and my wrists to the ones on the headboard. She picked up the crop once more. I could see Paul’s dick, again tenting his pants.

This time it was my breasts that were the target of Sakura’s crop. As the leather cut into my tender boobies I thrashed as much as my bound hands and feet allowed. Yet my pussy continued to gush. When it was over, Paul was again standing, his dick again out of his pants which he proceeded to shed. Sakura motioned for him to wait, as she once again turned me over, and placed me on all fours. My hands tied beneath my face, and my feet again tied to the bedposts.

I felt cold air on my ass, as she separated my ass cheeks. I heard the floorboards creak as he came closer. I felt the cold gel dripping on my ass hole, and her gentle fingers spreading and entering, one finger, then a second one. I sank my head in the pillow. I heard his grunt of pleasure as she spread the jelly on his member. I tried to relax, to await the inevitable.

I felt the pressure at the opening I never gave him, until now, and tried to relax and push against him, to no avail. My sphincter closed tighter the more I tried to will it open. He pushed harder, encouraged by Sakura; I moaned and, as he forces his way past my resistance, screamed through my gag and into the pillow. Victorious, he entered my bowels; I felt like I was being ripped apart. He pulled out, and I felt his penis leaving my rectum. I felt the cold air inside, and he entered me again. It hurt terribly, but was easier too. He did it over and over again, until he screamed his release. His sperm filled my rear entrance leaving me with a glow, all over me, of success, of achievement.

Now, Sakura kissed my ass tenderly and, with her tongue, cleaned it. With her lips tightly around my still stretched asshole, she said a single word.

“Push.”

And I did, and she drank again all of his essence. Then she untied me, and I stood, nude, in front of Paul.

Sakura and I both said:

“Happy Birthday!”

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Emily Willis has not been performing well in school so her parents hired a hard ass tutor for her. He threw all traditional education techniques out the window, bent emily over his knees, and gave her a stiff spanking with a heavy book. Emily started to only laugh and get turned on from his spanking on her sexy bare ass. This totally confuses her tutor. He takes things to the next level and began to grope her and fiddle with her pussy, and she really loves getting played with! Before long she was sucking his cock, getting impaled by his dick. She rides his cock a long time and finally lets him unload all over her face and glasses!

You gotta see the full scene, Emily Willis is one hell of a hot fucking student!

While sex toys are fun, there is nothing more natural that a girl taking things into her own hands, her own fingers, and bringing herself to orgasm. This set from Met Art X features coed cutie Hayli Sanders getting naked getting busy with herself for an enjoyable afternoon of solo pussy play. This girl is super sexy, a real natural babe, and she loves to cum. She doesn’t just finger herself to one cum, she changes position and gets herself off at least three times, she’s so horny and so sexy as she does it too! This girl clearly loves to masturbate and loves to finger her pussy!

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Abella Danger has an ass made for anal. This girl has a big sexy ass that just needs attention all the time, and she really loves a good ass fuck. Abella takes on two big black cocks in this hot scene. They fuck her all ways, leaving cum on her face and her sexy ass as she gets anally spit roasted and filled with cream, and the feeling of the cum flowing into her ass makes her cum again too!

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18 Year old Nessa Babe is a long legged model with a tight little pussy, and she seems to love to show it off. I found this leggy girl in sets from Met Art, showing off her amazing lean body and her sweet shaved cunt. Talk about a tight little fuck hole, this girl lets the camera in close multiple times from the front and from the back, exposing her tasty smooth cunt lips and tight little hole for us to enjoy very close up indeed. She has really night thick outer lips, shaved smooth and sweet, and they are tight, tight, tight together to protect her inner pink. She’s smooth, tight, and very sexy, a sweet teen who loves to show off her pussy!

Sexy babe Anya Krey loses her anal virginity in this hot scene from Private. You can tell she isn’t so sure and feeling a bit too stretched out to start, but after a while you can see her shift over to cumming like crazy and trying to get more of that big cock in her virgin teen ass. She gets the big finish too, a warm creampie deep inside, her first even anal cumshot. You can tell she is loving that cock in her ass!

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Classy soccer mom Payton Leigh stuffs a cucumber in her pussy and then her ass. You have to love a horny hot wife that loves to get fucked in the ass so much that she does it to herself when nobody else is around. This horny MILF cums like mad too, you can tell she is really loving that thing deep in her butt!

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This all started the summer I turned 18. My older sister, Karen, was home from college for the summer. Karen was 20 and had been away at school for awhile, so at first it seemed weird to be living with her again. Karen and I had always gotten along alright, typical brother and sister stuff, but we were totally different types of people. I’m a tall, skinny kid, kinda quiet and shy. I have a few close friends at school, and I’ve even had a couple of girlfriends, but definitely no major relationships, and I’m certainly far from experienced in the sex department.

Karen, on the other hand, is more or less my exact opposite–outgoing, extremely social and friendly. When she was in high school Karen was a total party machine–Week nights, weekends, whenever. She’d always had tons of different boyfriends and was really popular. In fact, she was such a wild child that I think my parents were pretty relieved to send her off to college. Also, although being her brother I’d never really noticed it, everyone at school (at least all the guys) thought Karen was totally hot: shoulder-length natural honey-blonde hair, full, pouty lips, blue eyes, large, firm breasts, a tight curved ass and legs to die for. She tanned year round, either laying out (in the summer) or at a tanning booth (in the winter) so year round she had a perfect complexion.

Yeah, my sister was hot, and she knew it. She got a kick out of teasing all the guys who were constantly checking her out, flirting with them and driving them crazy. Whenever any of my friends from school would come over to the house Karen would really put on a class act, wearing her sluttiest outfits, super short skirts, virtually non-existent tops that showed off her cleavage really well. She would “accidentally” drop something and bend down really slowly right in front of them until her ass was practically totally exposed, or lean down to talk to them and show plenty of cleavage as her top opened. This drove my friends wild, but they did seem to visit a lot.

Anyway, this particular summer when Karen came home she seemed different–still totally hot, with the party girl attitude, but different around me, friendlier somehow. The moment she walked in the door, before she even tried to find mom and dad, she ran over to me and gave me a big hug.

“Hey Brian, long time no see! Did you miss me?”

I was a little taken aback by this but managed to mumble, “Yeah, I guess so.” She laughed and then stepped back and said, “Hey check it out, you like it? I just had it done a month ago.” Karen pulled up her top a little to expose her stomach and a nice gold bellybutton ring.

“Yeah, it’s cool. Mom and dad’ll probably freak, though.”

Again that low, throaty laugh. “Who says they have to know?” Still laughing, she walked into the kitchen.

Things were pretty normal for the first few weeks of summer. I’d gotten a part time job at a nearby supermarket and Karen was out with friends a lot so we only saw each other in passing. The only thing that took a little getting used to was having to share a bathroom again. Karen wasn’t exactly the neatest person and our bathroom was always cluttered with “girl stuff”: makeup scattered all over, panties, bras, even lingerie. One day I found a bright red thong lying on the floor in front of the clothes hamper. Absent-mindedly I picked the thong up, intending to toss it into the hamper when I noticed a dark spot in the crotch area. I fingered it and it was still slightly damp.

Shit! My sister must have just barely taken these off! Quickly shutting the bathroom door all the way, I raised the thong to my face and sniffed it, inhaling deeply. The rich, musky aroma was unmistakable and my cock stiffened immediately in response to the intoxicating scent. Just then I heard someone coming up the stairs and then Karen saying, “Brian, are you in there? Hurry up, I really gotta pee.” I froze, the thong still raised to my face. Damn, what was I thinking, sniffing my own sister’s panties and getting turned on by it? What the hell was wrong with me?

After a moment or two I managed to reply, ” I’ll be out in a second.” Blushing, I tossed my sister’s thong into the hamper and then flushed the toilet, ran some water and pretended to wash up long enough to allow my hard on to dwindle.

As soon as I opened the door, Karen shot past me into the bathroom. “About time, I really gotta go.” As she passed me her hair brushed against my face and I caught just a slight hint of musky perfume. My cock twitched in response and I quickly closed the door and hurried downstairs. As I went, I couldn’t help wondering about just how Karen got that damp spot on her thong, and just thinking about it, about her, was getting me aroused. What the hell was going on with me? I never thought of myself as a real pervert (no more so than any other typical teenager with raging hormones anyway) but here I was getting a throbbing hard on at the sight of my sister’s panties and the scent of her perfume. I tried to dismiss it as being simple horniness, but still my thoughts lingered on my sister for a long time.

Everything changed when mom and dad went away for their annual week’s vacation. Since Karen was the oldest, they informed us, they would be leaving her in charge. Needless to say, Karen enjoyed this immensely, and I had to endure a lot of teasing about her being the boss and comments like, “Ok Brian, you better do what I say, remember who’s in charge around here.”

Karen also took advantage of this opportunity to turn our house into party central almost as soon as mom and dad’s car left the driveway. She partied hard for two days (and nights) in a row, and there was never any shortage of people (mostly guys, I noticed) who were willing to party with her. Each night ended the same way: My sister, drunk off her ass and already half naked, stumbling upstairs to her bedroom with whichever lucky guy she’d chosen to be her boy toy of the evening. I would never admit it to myself fully, but in the back of my mind I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy as I watched her stagger up the stairs draped all over some anonymous stud.

Whenever I could, I would help Karen clean up the mess the next day, but because of my work schedule Karen had the house to herself a lot, especially during the day. One day, toward the middle of the week I got off work early (it was around two in the afternoon instead of the usual four). When I pulled into the driveway, I noticed that there was another car there besides Karen’s, but I didn’t think anything of it, figuring it was just one of Karen’s friends.

I walked into the house, tossed my keys on the kitchen table, and was just thinking of getting something to eat when I heard a noise from upstairs. Bedsprings were creaking like crazy and I heard Karen moan, “Oh yeah, that’s it! right there! oh, fuck!” Shit, Karen was fucking some lucky bastard right now, in the middle of the day. For a moment I stood there, motionless at the foot of the stairs, just listening. then I couldn’t resist any longer–I just had to check it out. I kicked off my shoes and crept up the stairs as quietly as I could.

Score! Karen’s bedroom door was partway ajar. (She obviously wasn’t expecting me home for a couple more hours). Sneaking passed our shared bathroom, I hid myself behind Karen’s partly opened bedroom door as best I could and peeked in. I couldn’t believe the sight that greeted me: Karen was on her hands and knees in the middle of her bed, completely naked, getting fucked hard by two guys at once! the guys both looked vaguely familiar and I figured I’d probably seen them at one of Karen’s parties. The guy in back, the one with dark hair, was pounding away in Karen’s pussy furiously, while the guy in front of her, a blonde, was holding the back of Karen’s head with both hands and sliding his large cock in and out of her willing mouth, fucking her face. The room was filled with moist slurping sounds as Karen’s dripping snatch engulfed the dark haired guy’s cock, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks, her big tits quivering and flopping as he fucked her. Karen pulled away from the blonde’s big cock long enough to scream out: “Yeah, that’s it! Fuck my wet pussy! Oh, God! Shit! Ahh, make me cum!!”

I couldn’t believe it. This was so incredibly hot! My cock was so hard that it was practically tenting out my jeans. I was afraid my zipper was gonna explode. The guy behind Karen really picked up the pace then, slamming his cock into her as hard and fast as he could, pulling out the entire length and then driving it into her until his balls slapped against her red ass cheeks, making her scream and moan as she continued to deep throat the blonde in front of her.

“Fuck man, this bitch is awesome,” The dark-haired guy grunted as he pummeled my sister’s sweet pussy.

“Yeah dude, she’s really into it,” The blonde replied, face fucking Karen until she gagged and his balls were pressed up against her chin.

Karen moaned deeply, then pulled away from Blondie’s big cock and gasped out, “Yeah, it’s so fuckin’ good! Wait, I want you both to fuck me at the same time. I want a cock in my ass and pussy!”

The guys looked at each other for a second, then the blonde said, “For real? You wanna get double stuffed?”

“Fuck yeah I do!” Karen panted. “Here, lie down on your back.”

It was as they switched positions that I made my crucial mistake. I was so caught up in the action going on in front of me that I forgot that I was only partially hidden by the bedroom door. As Karen swung around and impaled her wet pussy on Blondie’s hard cock, she was facing directly toward the doorway. For just a moment, our eyes locked. She got this huge grin on her face and, still staring directly at me , she shoved herself down and took Blondie’s entire cock deep into herself in one motion. Fuck! I was caught!

I quickly ducked back completely behind the door, but I knew it was far too late for that. As I stood there, torn between shock and incredible feelings of lust, I heard Karen say, “Mmmm, yeah, now shove your big dick up my tight little asshole! Yeah, fuck both my holes!” This pushed me over the edge. I couldn’t take anymore, my cock was so hard I was afraid I was gonna cum in my jeans in another second. I rushed to my room, shutting the door behind me as quietly as I could, I ripped off my clothes in a frenzy and, lying down on the bed completely naked jacked my rock hard prick as I continued to listen to my sister getting fucked just down the hall:

“Oh yeah, uhhh, that feels so good, so full! Harder! unnh!”

“Dude, her ass is so fuckin’ tight! Feels great!”

Long moments of panting and wet sucking sounds. “Oh, man, I can’t last much longer, I’m gonna nut!”

“Me too, shit, it’s too fuckin’ good. Uuuunh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!!”

“Yeah, fuckin cum inside me! Shoot that shit deep in my ass and pussy! Do it!”

“MMMM, UNNHHH! Yeah, fuck!!”

For a long while everything was quiet except for the sounds of harsh panting and low, ragged breathing. My hand was a blur on my cock by this time, and I felt ready to explode. I froze as I heard the sound of voices in the hallway:

“Shit Karen, that was awesome! Thanks a lot!”

“Yeah, thanks, that totally rocked!”

“Anytime guys. You should come over more often!” The sound of my sister’s laughter. “You know we will now for sure! We’ll call soon. I wanna get a chance at your sweet ass next time!”

“No problem, whenever you want, Gary.” Again, her soft chuckle.

“Well, we gotta take off, practice this afternoon.”

“K, see ya later. Call me.”

“You know it!”

Then the fading sound of footsteps on the stairs, the slamming of the front door, and they were gone. Man, I just had to bust a nut. I resumed jacking at a frantic pace. Yeah, so close, I know I’m gonna shoot a huge load, almost there. . .

My bedroom door swung open. Karen stood in the doorway, naked, her large nipples rock hard, a slight sheen of perspiration glistening all over her body and a mixture of cum and her own pussy juices running down the inside of her legs. “Jesus, Karen, what the hell are you doing!?!” I grabbed frantically for my blankets and threw them over my lower half. It was a somewhat useless gesture, though, since my cock made a tent out of those blankets in a major way.

She looked at me with an arrogant little smirk on her face. “Did you like it?”

“What?!? Wadda you mean?” This has to be a dream, I thought to myself. This can’t really be happening. This hot-ass slut goddess standing in my bedroom doorway, the picture of every teen male’s fantasy, and she’s my fucking sister!

“Did you like it?”

“Shit Karen, this is too–“

She stepped up beside the bed and with a single motion ripped the blanket away from me, leaving my exposed and rigid manhood sticking straight up. Karen looked at me and chuckled. “Yeah, you liked it. You loved watching your big sister get stuffed full of hard cock. You loved watching me suck dick and get plowed in the ass, didn’t you, Brian?” At this point I was in such shock that all I could do was make strangled noises in the back of my throat and gaze at her helplessly. My raging hard on said it all, however.

Karen slowly swung her leg over the side of the bed and squatted directly over my face, her dripping pussy inches from my mouth. “Be a good brother and lick my pussy and ass clean, Brian, suck my cunt and make me cum all over your face. Lick me!” She shoved he pussy against my open mouth, grinding down on me, smearing a mixture of cum and sweet pussy juice all over my face. Part of me knew that this was wrong, that incest was wrong, but by this point I was so crazed with lust that I would do anything. Reaching up, I grasped Karen’s hips and pulled her down even farther until she was almost smothering me with her beautiful pussy. I licked and sucked every inch of her hole, tasting her, exploring the folds of her cunt lips with the tip of my tongue, tongue fucking her, sticking my tongue as deeply inside her as I could, tasting the sweet tang of her own juices mingled with the faintly salty flavor of the spunk that was dripping from her holes.

“Oh yeah, little bro, just like that, clean my pussy real good. I knew you wanted this.” She ground her crotch against my face hard as I continued to lap, sucking all of her juices into my mouth, tasting the core of her as I flicked my tongue against her swollen clit as hard as I could. “Oh shit, oh fuck yeah bro! That’s it, make your big sister cum!!” Karen squealed and smashed her crotch against my face as she came, squirting hot sticky pussy juices all over my face and open mouth.

“Oh yeah, Brian, that was really nice. Clean up my asshole now and you’ll get your reward.” I obeyed eagerly, tonguing her beautiful tight butthole, lapping all around it, plunging the tip of my tongue deep inside, sucking out all of the jizz that had been shot into her and gulping it down.

“Mmmmm, that feels so good Brian, you nasty little boy, sucking cum out of your big sister’s asshole,” Karen moaned. “That’s it, stick your tongue in real deep, make sure you get it all. ” After awhile Karen stood up and smiled at me. “You did a real good job, little bro. You’ve earned your reward. Ok, go ahead and spread your legs wide apart.” I did so and Karen crawled between my legs. I gasped with pleasure as I felt Karen’s warm hand close around my dick and begin slowly pumping up and down. “Mmmmh, doesn’t that feel good Brian? You like the feeling of your big sister’s hand stroking your hard cock? Do you?”

“Yes, yes!” I stammered.

“Yeah, I thought so. Then you’re gonna love this.” Karen ran the tip of her tongue all around the head of my cock, licking at the piss slit and tasting the pre-cum that was flowing out of me as she continued to slowly pump up and down with her hand.

I moaned deeply and arched my back. “Ohhh, God, Karen that feels so good!!”

Karen glanced up at me again with that arrogant smirk on her face. “What do you want little brother? Do you want to cum? Do you want to feel my lips around your cock as you shoot your load into my mouth?”

Weakly I gasped out, “Yes.”

She smirked at me again, her hand wrapped tightly around my now pulsing dick, her mouth inches from my engorged cockhead. “Beg for it, bro. I wanna hear you beg your big sister to suck your cock.”

I couldn’t help myself. “Please Karen, please, I’m begging for it, please suck my dick, make me cum.”

She chuckled. “Good boy.” I gasped as I felt the warm wetness of her lips engulfing the head of my cock, moving down my shaft, massaging it with her tongue, slowly taking more and more until my cock was buried in the wet heat of her throat and my sister’s nose was mashed against my pubes. She slowly and gently squeezed my balls with one hand as she slurped on my cock, deepthroating it and then releasing, sucking only the head, moving down slowly and teasingly. It felt so incredible, and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. Looking down at my sister’s head bobbing up and down on my hard shaft I felt my ball sac tighten and my toes begin to curl.

“Oh, shit, yeah, oh god, Karen, I’m gonna cum!!!” Karen took my cock deep into her throat, swallowing reflexively as I shot blast after blast of hot cum into her mouth. Finally I lay back, panting for breath, my eyes half closed in delirious oblivion. My sister crawled slowly up my prone body, dragging her hardened nipples against my chest, sliding her beautiful tits against me. Our lips met in a long, delicious kiss, and as Karen’s tongue slid into my mouth I tasted the salty bitter flavor of my own cum.

“Did that feel good, Brian?”

“Oh, shit, Karen, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had!”

She smiled. “Yeah, well it sure as hell won’t be the last one. We’ve got all summer, and I have definite plans for you, little brother.”

I looked up at her with a puzzled expression. “What do you mean?”

She just giggled and waggled her eyebrows at me. “If you’re a good boy, maybe you’ll find out.”

She slid off of me and stood up. “Stay right here, don’t move, I’ll be back in a second.” Watching my sister’s perfectly tight, round little ass bounce as she walked out of the room, I felt my cock stir and come to life again, stiffening in appreciation of the sight. I lay there in a daze, unable to believe what had just happened. After a few minutes, Karen came back holding a couple of lengths of kitchen twine in her hand and smiling wickedly.

“Woah, wait a minute, what are gonna do with that?” I asked.

Karen just laughed. “Don’t worry Brian, I promise, you’ll love this game.”

Before I could quite register what was going on, my sister had grasped both my hands and tied them securely to either side of the headboard bedposts. I lay there on my back, hands lashed tightly above my head, helpless and under my sister’s complete control. my cock throbbed with eager anticipation even as in another, more rational part of my mind I was a bit scared.

Karen reached down and squeezed my erection lightly. “Hmmm, it looks like you missed me while I was gone.” Then she glanced up at me. “You look good this way Brian, bondage agrees with you.” She crawled up my body until she straddled my chest, her beautiful, firm breasts swaying inches from my face. “Oooh, Brian, when you ate me out it made me sooo wet, ” she whispered in my ear. She wiggled two fingers into her wet pussy and then slowly, seductively swirled her fingertips around her hardened nipples, smearing them with her own juices. “My nipples are so hard, Brian. Do you like my tits? Do you want to suck them?” She continued to knead and caress those firm mounds now only inches from my face, tweaking her nipples, tugging on them.

By this time I was in an absolute frenzy of desire. Karen’s dirty talk was driving me crazy ; all I could think about was how much I wanted her body, how much I wanted to give her pleasure, to obey her every whim. “Yes! God yes, I wanna suck your tits so bad, Karen, please!” I panted.

Again that soft, throaty chuckle. “Good boy, you learn fast. Go ahead Brian, suck your big sister’s titties, make me feel good.” She leaned forward and pressed her tits against my face and slid them back and forth as I sucked first one then the other hard nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, tasting the musky sweet flavor of her pussy. After a few minutes of this Karen pulled back slightly, positioning herself so that she was straddling my waist, holding her pussy just above my hard and throbbing dick. “What else do you want, little brother? Do you want to fuck me? do you want to feel your sister’s hot, wet pussy sliding up and down your shaft, squeezing it, making you cum? Is that what you want?” Karen whispered.

“GOD!! YES, YES!!” Tugging uselessly at my restraints, I bucked with my hips trying desperately to plunge my cock into her hole.

Smiling, Karen slapped me gently across the face. “Who’s in control here?” she demanded.

“You are, Karen.”

“That’s right. You’ll do whatever I want, whenever I want, won’t you little brother?”

“Yes, yes, I swear Karen, I’ll do anything you want, just please fuck me.”

She laughed softly. “That’s better, Brian. I love to hear you beg, it turns me on. Say, ‘Mistress Karen, please fuck me and make me cum.” I hesitated for a moment, staring up at her. “Beg for what you want little bro, and I’ll give it to you.”

I was so turned on by Karen’s aggressiveness, her total dominance, that I would have done anything she said. “M-mistress Karen, uh, please fuck me and, uh, and make me cum,” I stammered in a low whisper.

“Mmmmm, that’s a good little slave.” Karen slowly eased herself down onto my cock, sliding down my shaft until I was completely buried in her hot, wet tunnel. The sensation was exquisite and I moaned deep in the back of my throat, trying desperately to keep from cumming right then and there.

Karen whimpered softly and began sliding up and down on my cock , riding me faster and faster until she was slamming up and down, balancing herself with both hands pressed against my chest as she fucked me, her ass grinding down against my balls with every stroke. “Ohhh, Brian, that feels sooo good!!” she panted. “YEAH, FUCK ME!! You’re fucking your own sister you nasty little slut! Do you like it? Does it feel good?”

I was totally in bliss, the feeling of my sister’s tight slippery twat riding me, devouring my cock, was amazing. “Yeah, God yeah! Oh shit Karen fuck me harder! please!”

Karen was riding me furiously now, impaling herself on my hard shaft as deeply as she could with every stroke, panting, her head thrown back, her huge tits quivering as she fucked me. “Yeah little brother, that’s so good, so fuckin’ good! Make me cum, uuunhh, yeah, oh god, oh shit, I’M CUMMING!!!” With a scream she thrust down on me completely and I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting as she came, flexing around my cock, milking it.

“Oh Fuck, Karen, I can’t hold back, uuuhn, AHHH! I’m gonna cum!”

Karen leapt off of me and, grabbing my still pistoning cock with her hand, she aimed it directly at her chest. “Yeah bro, shoot that hot load, I wanna watch you shoot your jizz all over my big titties!”

She stroked my cock twice and I was gone. “AAAAHHH!” Cum erupted from my cockhead in three long spurts, coating my sister’s tits, dripping from her nipples. I fell back against the bed, hanging limply against my restraints, exhausted, totally spent. Karen rubbed my cum all over her breasts, massaging it into them. Using both hands she then scooped up all of my cum from her chest and lapped it from her fingers, swallowing every drop.

“Mmmm, you taste delicious little brother.” She untied my wrists and lay down beside me, snuggling close. Kissing me on the cheek she whispered, “Better rest up Brian, this is just the beginning. Remember, you promised, ‘anything I want,’ right?”

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Anne was running late. She rushed down the empty hallway to her first class, chemistry with Mr. Molger. Stopping at the door, she took a deep breath and hoped to slip to her lab table without him noticing. Instead she walked into a silent classroom. All the test taking students looked up at her. Damn, how could she have forgotten it was test day too?

“Miss Turner, this is your 4th tardy, go to the principal’s office.”

“But I…”

“Go.” He didn’t even look up from his book.

Dejected, Anne turned on her heel and left the classroom. She had never been sent to the principal’s office in her whole life. As a new transfer to the all girls school midway through her senior year, it had not been easy. Especially adjusting to the uniforms. She tugged at her blouse, it had shrunk in the wash and was tight across her breasts. It had also taken her weeks to get used to wearing a skirt with thigh high socks. She felt like had accidentally flashed half the school her panties before learning to sit with her legs closed.

Entering the principal’s office, she slumped into a waiting chair. To the secretary, she said, “Mr. Molger sent me here because of my 4th tardy.”

Miss Aimes nodded and picked up the phone. “Sir? Anne Turner is here to be punished.”

Anne swallowed hard. Punished? She thought she’d get a stern lecture or detention. What was going on?

Miss Aimes listened to Principal Jeffer’s response. “Yes Sir.” She hung up the phone. “You may go in now, Anne.”

Anne nodded, hoping that her nervousness wasn’t showing. She stood and walked into the next room.

“Shut the door behind you, Miss Turner.”

She did and turned back to Principal Jeffers. He was seated in a large leather chair behind a massive wooden desk. She vaguely remember meeting him before when her step-father enrolled her here a few months ago. She did remember how large his hand was when he shook hers that day. The rest of his size matched, he was tall, broad shouldered and looked like he had played football back in his high school days.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was my 4th tardy. My car wouldn’t start and…”

“Shush.” He held his hand up and her mouth snapped close. “We are very strict at this school and don’t allow this type of thing to continue. I’m surprised you weren’t sent here for a uniform violation.”

Anne glanced down at herself. One side of her blouse was untucked and the buttons strained across her chest. Her skirt was a little short, she hadn’t been able to find any the right length that had small enough waists. But she didn’t think Principal Jeffers would want to hear any of her excuses.

“So first the punishment for that. Take off your blouse and bra.”

“What?” she sputtered. She was not undressing in front of him.

“They aren’t according to uniform standards so you may not wear them. Take them off or I’ll call Miss Aimes in here to do it for you.”

Her cheeks flushed red. She didn’t want to be undressed like a child. Slowly she began unbuttoning her blouse and let it slide off her shoulders onto the floor. Reaching around her back, she undid the clasp to her bra but held it to her chest for a moment.

“Take it off,” he instructed.

With a flash of anger, she let it drop and stood bare chested in front of him. The cool air hit her nipples, tightening them into little pink buds.

“Good. Now for the second part of your punishment. Come here.”

Oh no, she thought in her head. She didn’t want to go anywhere near him.

“Come here,” he repeated more sternly.

Swallowing hard she left the middle of the room and stood next to him at his desk. “Over the years, we’ve perfected our punishments to keep the school running in an orderly fashion. Your punishment today is a spanking.”

Anne couldn’t believe her ears. “You’re going to spank me?”

“Yes. We’ve learned that bare bottom by hand has the best results. Take off your panties and set them on my desk.”

She was shaking. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Numb, she slipped off her panties and set them on his desk.

“Another violation. All the girls are suppose to wear white cotton bikinis.”

Anne glanced at the black lace thong laying in front of her. “I thought no one would ever know,” she answered meekly.

“We’ll deal with that later. Now lay face down across my lap.” He pushed himself away from his desk and waited.

When her step-father found out about this, he was going to be livid. But a tiny nagging thought in the back of her head said that he probably knew all this about the school before he had sent her here. She stepped forward and he helped her across his lap. The large chair made it impossible for her to keep both her hands and her feet on the ground as she bent over. Her fingertips stretched to touch the carpet. Her hair fell around her face, hiding her burning cheeks from sight.

Principal Jeffers flipped her skirt up to expose her ass to him and with one hand caressed her butt cheeks. His other hand was on her upper back holding her in position. Anne felt tears flood her eyes, she had never been so humiliated in her life.

Smack! His large hand landed across her butt and she jumped at the sharp sting and loud sound of flesh on flesh. Again and again he spanked her, alternating cheeks or landing the smacks across both. The tears ran down her face as she lost count of how many times he spanked her.

After several minutes of her bare ass being smacked by his hand, she realized he had stopped and was gently rubbing her red skin. The sensation was strangely soothing and she felt herself relaxing in his lap. Her nipples were tingling from rubbing across the wool of his pants as the impact of each blow had scooted her up and back across his legs. And then horrified, she felt his hand move between her legs to touch her intimate parts. Even worse, as his finger dipped into her hole, she was wet! Her face burned in shame and she whimpered as his finger pushed into her further.

Miss Aimes’s voice came on over the intercom. “Sir? Mr. Daniels from McTills Publishing to see you.”

He took his hand away from her wet pussy and pressed a button on the phone. “Good, send him in in a minute.”

“Yes, sir.”

Anne wondered how she was going to pull herself together to get dressed and out of here in one short minute. He hadn’t made any move to let her up from his lap. Instead he began tucking the edge of her skirt into the waistband.

“Your punishment is not over yet but I have to take this meeting. You will stand in the corner over there, hands on the back of your head while we talk.” He let her up from his lap and she began to pull the skirt out of the waistband to cover her ass. He slapped her hand and said “No!” He began tucking the edge back up so that her red butt was in view. “Naughty girls are not allowed to hide their punishments.” Anne bit her lip to hold back more tears and looked longingly at her blouse and bra on the floor. She figured there was no way he was letting her put those back on either. “Nose in the corner,” he ordered as if she was a whiny two year old.

She had just put her hands behind her head as Mr. Daniels walked in the door. She could only imagine what a sight she was, naked from the waist up and her red spanked bottom exposed.

“Another one?” Mr. Daniels asked with a bit of excitement in his voice. She dared not turn around to see his expression on his face.

“First punishment.”

“Oh,” he said sounding disappointed. “Can I still look?”

“Yes. I expect she may be in for more punishments.”

Anne felt herself shaking as Mr. Daniels approached her from the rear. She jumped as both his hands grabbed her sore butt cheeks. A sob escaped her mouth as a complete stranger fondled her. His hands traveled up her waist and cupped both breasts. His fingers teased her nipples, stiffening them in buds again. He continued to grope her breasts as he spoke to Principal Jeffers, “It’s a shame it’s her first punishment.”

“She’s taking it well. Let’s get to business.”

With one more pinch to each nipple causing Anne to squeak in protest, Mr. Daniels left her in the corner. She took deep breaths and tried to concentrate on the wall color instead of the fact that two men were discussing text book deals with her nearly naked in the corner for them to ogle whenever they wanted. She also didn’t like the fact that her juices were running down the inside of her thigh, it was even worse that this type of treatment might be exciting her just a bit.

Her arms were becoming very tired as she listened to them drone on about the merits of workbooks versus copies. She had nearly zoned out from the whole dreadful experience when she realized the conversation had turned back to her.

“I can barely see the red anymore.” Anne shivered.

“I will probably have to reapply some of the punishment before we conclude.”

“Are you sure I can’t have a taste?”

“Not today,” Principal Jeffers said firmly and Anne couldn’t believe that she was thanking him for that in her head. He had already spanked and humiliated her in this fashion and let her be touched by another man and she was grateful it wasn’t going further?

“Alright then. Have fun and I’m sure we’ll speak again soon.” Anne held her breath until she heard the door shut behind the salesman.

“Miss Turner, please return to my desk.” A bit shaky on her feet, she let her arms drop and walked to his desk. “Turn around.” He examined her ass, his fingers tenderly prodding the smooth globes of flesh. “Ah yes, you will need another spanking. On my lap.”

A bit shocked by herself, she eagerly set herself over his legs, adjusting so her ass was high and ready for his hand. She thought she heard him chuckled as he put one hand on her back and the other rubbed her ass cheeks, his finger occasionally slipping down to her wet hole.

Smack! Oh it still stings, she thought and the pain caused her eyes to water. But the warming sensation of his hand spanking her butt was also making her pussy tingle. She began wiggling in his lap and spreading her legs open, hoping for more contact between her thighs. Instead of whimpers of pain, the breathy sounds from her mouth sounded more like soft moans of pleasure.

After he had turned her ass red again with several smacks across her butt checks, he began rubbing the pain away. Anne cooed in delight and spread her legs as wide as she could while keeping her balance on his lap. His finger dipped down to her wet pussy, sliding in slightly before withdrawing and continuing until he touched her clit. She squealed in surprise and delight as he pressed her button, causing her to become very wet in his hand.

“You are taking this punishment very well,” Principle Jeffers said softly, his fingers rubbing and touching her in all the right places. “And we’re almost done.” No, not done, she thought. She didn’t want him to stop! His fingers teased and she felt so close to an orgasm, if only he’d stay on her clit a little longer or push his finger into her pussy a little deeper. “Get up.”

“No,” she groaned softly. He slapped her hard on the ass three times and she wailed at the sudden loss of pleasure replaced by pain again.

“Get up.”

She stood, her knees shaky. He guided her to his desk, bending her over it, her breasts pressed against the hard wood. He spread her legs and from the viewpoint in his chair, she knew that she was completely exposed to him from her little asshole to her slick pussy and throbbing clit. He didn’t touch her again and she turned her head to the side, wishing she could see what was going on behind her. She heard a zipper and then the ripping of a foil packet. She felt the wool of his pants against her thighs and his hands went to her hips. A second too late she realized he had stood up and was forcing his hard cock into her pussy.

“Argh, no!” she screamed. Spanking was one thing but to be fucked by her principal?

He grunted and kept her pinned to the desk as he forced his massive dick deeper into her pussy. She was wet but also very tight and inexperienced. She struggled against him, trying to close her legs and crawl across his desk away from him. He chuckled and easily held her legs open with his own and grabbed a handful of her hair to keep her still. The tears were flowing down her face again as her pussy stretched to accommodate his hard penis.

He pulled out almost completely and slowly pushed back in, allowing her time to adjust to his size. He felt her resistance lessen and began pistoning in and out of her. He let go of her hair and moved his hands back to her ass. He gave her cheek a little pinch causing her gasp and then moan.

He leaned over her and whispered in her ear, “You are such a naughty girl.” Her pussy tingled. “Getting your ass spanked by your principal shouldn’t make you so wet. Naughty, naughty girl.” She whimpered as his words turned her on more. She pressed back towards him, trying to get him in deeper. “Naughty girls get fucked. Fucked hard and long.”

“Mm, yes,” she moaned.

“Say it. Say you are a naughty girl. Say what naughty girls deserve.”

Anne thrashed from side to side on his desk as he pressed her down. The constant rhythm of his thrusting was building up her orgasm but she wasn’t quite there yet. Frustrated she did as he said, “I’m a naughty girl! I deserve to get spanked and fucked!”

“Yes, you do,” he agreed. He straighten up, his dick and thighs the only connection to her. “Naughty girls get spanked.” His hand came down on her ass, causing her to jump and moan in pleasure. “Naughty girls get fucked.” He jammed his dick so far into her, she felt his balls against her clit.

“Fuck me, spank me!” she cried. She was so close!

“Oh yes, such a naughty girl!” One hand held her hip to fuck her deep and the other smacked her bottom over and over.

She came, screaming aloud as she orgasmed. The pleasure and pain had combined to create such an orgasm she thought she was going to black out by the sheer strength of the release. He continued thrusting in and out before grunting when he reached his own.

He sat back in his chair, the cool air rushing across her red ass and wet pussy brought her to her senses. She caught her breath, she had just been spanked and fucked by her principal and she had enjoyed it! She was so embarrassed, she couldn’t even move.

“Do you want me to call Miss Aimes in to help you get dressed?”

“No,” she answered quickly and with a deep breath, pushed herself off his desk. She didn’t look at him as she grabbed her panties and slipped them on. Her pussy immediately soaked the crotch. She pulled the edge of her skirt free from the waistband and gingerly smoothed it down over her ass. It was very tender, she didn’t know how she was going to sit through the rest of the day. She stepped away from him and scooped up her bra and blouse, facing away as her trembling fingers did the bra clasp and fumbled over the buttons.

“Miss Turner, you are excused from the rest of your classes and may go to the nurse’s station until the end of the day.”

She pressed her hands to her face, it was still hot and she was sure her eye makeup was a mess. “Thank you, uh, Sir.” Miss Aimes called him that and it seemed fitting.

“Miss Turner.” He didn’t continue talking so she turned to look at him, bracing herself to see the large cock that had just thoroughly fucked her. Instead he was sitting calmly in his chair, completely dressed. “I hope you understand how naughty girls are punished in our school now.”

“Yes Sir, I do,” she answered, her sore pussy and ass were a good reminder at the moment.

“Are you going to be a naughty girl again?”

“Yes, err, no Sir.” Why was she so conflicted on the answer?

He chuckled again, the sound sending little shimmers of pleasure through her body. “Have a good day, Miss Turner.”

“You too, Sir.” She quickly turned and let herself out, rushing past Miss Aimes. If she had paused for just a moment, she would have caught a look of envy on the secretary’s face. Instead Anne was in too much of a hurry to hear the following exchange.

“Miss Aimes?”

“Yes Sir?”

“You interrupted my session with Miss Turner. Please come in for your punishment.”

“Yes Sir!” Miss Aimes hurried into the principal’s office, the excitement for her own punishment plain on her face.

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