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Little Miss Perfect

By: Shysquirter



Sarah was loved by just about everyone, and why wouldn't she be? She was perfect, or at least as close to perfection as anyone could imagine. 

Sarah looked perfect. Everywhere she went, men and boys took a double take. She was a perfect example of beauty. Her long blond hair was always perfect. Her flawless skin was always tanned just enough even in the dead of winter. Her big blue eyes would make you melt. Her figure could be on the cover of a fitness magazine. When she strolled through the halls, wearing her field hockey skirt, even the most curmudgeons of teachers at her school, would drop their gaze to marvel at her toned legs. Teachers were careful, when helping her with schoolwork, less their eyes fall to the gorgeous swells of her large breasts.

When a student or teacher at her school would have trouble falling asleep, and their hands drifted down to their cocks to tell a bedtime story, it was the image of Sarah that would bring them to orgasm.

Sarah was from a different time. When she walked around school, her hips spoke of a sophisticated actress from the 20s. When she spoke to you, you felt that there was nothing you could tell her that she didn't already know, but she didn't hold that against you. She had just turned eighteen, but always exuded a maturity well beyond her tender years.

It was difficult to find anyone who had anything bad to say about Sarah, and consequently she always had friends around her. Interestingly enough, even though all the boys, and some girls, lusted after Sarah day and night, few actually had the guts to pursue her. Far from going through high school a virgin, she actively sought out boys, and a couple of girls, to use for her sexual explorations. She usually picked kids from the fringes. Ones she could control. There was even a rumor that she had seduced the new dorky biology teacher, but only Sarah knew the truth.

She would use her sexual guinea pigs to experiment with anything she was curious about, but they weren't relationships. The most she ever "used" a person was three times, and that was a shy choir girl who could have the most amazing orgasms Sarah ever saw. This tiny , quiet, ginger girl would scream the most obscene things when she came, and most interesting of all to Sarah, was the fact that the girl would actually shoot out a small stream of milky white liquid, when she came. Sarah would watch intently as the girl pleasured herself. She would put her face right on top of the girls pussy. Inches from her soft down of sparse red pubic hair Sarah would wait for her to cum. And right as the girl would begin to orgasm Sarah would put her mouth over the young girls cunt and drink in her cum. It had a very subtle flavor, not unlike her own pussy juice, and it was thin. Not like a man's cum at all. 

Sarah experimented with this girl on 3 occasions, to see if she too could squirt, but no matter how hard she tried it was only the ginger girl who would squirt out of her tiny pussy. Eventually per the norm, Sarah became bored with the girl, and ended their little sessions.

None of her little subjects ever seemed to resent it when Sarah stopped with them. She would maintain whatever relationship they had prior, but the sex would suddenly stop as suddenly as it began. They always felt fortunate to have had the brief relationships they had experienced with the beautiful Sarah.

Sarah was living in the moment. She was squeezing every ounce out of life, and she loved every minute of it.

Her older brother Paul could not have been more different than her. He spent more time on his computer than with actual people. He didn't squeeze anything out of life. He did not enjoy every minute of life. In fact, he hated life at the moment. He just wanted to finish college, so that he could start programming computers. He wanted to work for one of the big video game companies. He wanted to turn lines of code into fantasy worlds kids would get lost in. Paul would spend countless hours in his dorm room programming or playing video games.

While everyone wanted to be close to his sister, people would often avoid conversations with Paul, if they could even be called conversations. Paul had the tendency to dominate a conversation and just end up rambling on about whatever agenda his mind was into at the moment.

Physically they were also very different. While Sarah would snap necks as she walked down a hall, Paul would go unnoticed. It wasn't that he was ugly. He just was what people would call homely. He was fairly tall, just over six feet, but he was unhealthily skinny. He never got any actual exercise, and he was just getting out of a growth spurt, that took him from a 5'6" high school senior to the six foot tall twig he now was.

He had blonde hair like his sister's, but his was a bit darker. Dirty blonde and it hung unkempt and often actually dirty. While his sister's facial features would be burned into peoples' memories forever, his were so bland that people would often forget that they ever met him.

It wasn't as if he cared much. His sister was the popular one and he had always known that. He just wanted to get through school so that he could get a good career and make some real money. Paul knew, in his mind, that hot chicks loved rich guys. Paul was not indifferent towards women. He loved looking at beautiful women. He just had no faith in his ability to connect with an actual woman, particularly a strikingly beautiful woman, the type he lusted after as he often perused on his favorite porn sites.

Paul used the internet to get rid of his sexual frustration. He would often masturbate to all kinds of dirty videos he found online. He would also frequent chat rooms, where he would masturbate while creating all kinds sexual scenarios with strangers. He also loved webcam chats. He would frequent websites where women got naked and did things in front of webcams. Paul could chat with them and even tipped them money to do things that he wanted. When Paul got especially horny he contemplated masturbating with someone using his own webcam. The thought of someone getting off on images of him stroking his cock aroused him greatly, but he never built up the courage to do it. 

Paul and his sister had a fairly normal relationship growing up, but they never were super close. When they were younger Sarah, would idolize Paul. She used to follow him around everywhere, but when Paul reached high school, he began to ignore his sister. He was more interested in computer games and his studies than his little sister. His little sister and he were only in high school together for one year when he was a senior and she was a freshman, and one year was more than enough, as far as he was concerned.

He hated how everyone lusted after his little sister, and he hated it more when people were surprised that they were actually related. It's not that Paul didn't notice how his sister had developed. How could you not? She was always in great shape. Even As a freshman her breasts had begun to blossom into something amazing. Her long blonde hair looked amazing, as did her tan. And her blue eyes could express so much emotion. It was just that Paul never saw her as a woman, he always saw her as his little sister.

This drove Sarah crazy. She was not used to any male looking at her without lust in their eyes, and yet, her brother just looked at her like she was a little kid. Once she turned sixteen and started driving she began to try to get a reaction out of her brother. At that time he was away at college, but when he came home for the occasional weekend or break, she made it her mission to try to get him to notice her. Try to get him to notice that she had become a woman.

She would wake him up in the morning by jumping on his bed wearing nothing more than an oversized t-shirt and some panties. He would sleepily push her off and roll over paying her no mind, irritated by his pesky little sister. On one of these occasions she saw something that peaked her interest in her brother.

As he rolled over half asleep, Sarah noticed that her big brother had a raging hard on. She had heard that men often woke up in this state. "Morning wood" is what she had heard it called. Still, it stunned her to see her own brother's cock straining against his pajama bottoms. And what a strain it was!

"I guess that is why he is my BIG brother," she thought to herself as she imagined how big her skinny brother's cock was. It had to be huge she imagined. She had already seen and played with quite a few cocks at this point, and what her brother was packing in his pants was bigger than anything she had experienced.

Sarah was forever trying to tempt Paul, wearing the skimpiest bikinis around her brother. Even getting him to tie the loosened strings of her tops, but she could never get a reaction out of him. She was still his little sister in his mind. Sarah was strangely haunted by her lustful thoughts of her brother's cock.

She had never seen him date and wondered if he had any inclination to; she didn't however, think he was gay. He often talked about how "hot" he thought some actress was, but he never seemed to pursue any women. Her brother definitely wasn't a stud or anything, but he wasn't ugly either. Shoot when he was a senior he looked more like some of the freshman in her class. I guess that was what it was. He just seemed like a little late blooming dork.

When he was home for summer last time, she tried everything to get his attention. Her breasts were their full 34 C forms by that point, and Sarah tried to get her brother to notice them. One day when they were lounging by the pool together, she untied the back of her top to get rid of her tan lines as she laid on her belly. She was telling her brother a story about some of her girlfriends, when she propped herself up on her elbows, pretending that she was excited about the story. Since her top was undone, she could feel her perfect breasts swaying in the breeze for her brother to drink in. He kept eye contact with her the whole time and when she finished he simply said, "Your top fell off sis, and your boobs are hanging out."

He then rolled his eyes and laughed as he rolled onto his back to take in more sun. Sarah's eyes shot to the front of his shear swim trunks, but there was no sign of that big cock of his rising at all. It infuriated her.

And so it went, all summer long. Sarah kept trying to get her brother's attention, but nothing worked. One time she even called him into the shower, pretending that she had forgotten her towel. He laughed at her and went out to get one. When he came back, she purposefully reached out a bit too far from the shower curtain so that he could see her naked breasts and her aroused and shaven pussy. She had been playing with it in the shower, and consequently her pussy lips, which were bigger than a lot of girls' at school, were fully engorged with her excitement.

As usual Paul did not act as if he noticed or cared in the least bit, because he did not notice at all. Sarah was still his little sister, and he did not see her as a sexual being at all.

The more and more that Sarah tried to get his attention, the more frustrated she became. She began being more dominating of her little sexual guinea pigs at school, taking out her frustrations on them. There was one boy Ralph that she in particular took brunt of her frustrations. He was a fullback on the schools soccer team. He had curly blonde hair and was in amazing shape. All the girls at school wanted him, but he had eyes only for Sarah. He was eighteen just like Sarah and planned on going away for college on a soccer scholarship. Sarah made it clear to Ralph that he could only be her sexual dog.

She would constantly berate him. She would make him strip in front of her while she kept her clothes on. Then she would make him kiss her feet, or massage her, or anything else she wanted him to do. When he got hard from rubbing her shoulders, she would make him bend over, and she would actually spank him. She never even let him fuck her. She just toyed with him. She would order him to masturbate for her. And when he came, she would make him feel ashamed at his perverted behavior. She would make him eat her pussy literally for an hour. Then after she had cum many times, she would tell him to get dressed and leave. She was cruel to Ralph, but he did not seem to mind. He felt blessed that this gorgeous creature would spend any time with him at all.

It would have been impossible for anyone who knew Sarah to imagine the sexual beast that occupied this sweet young woman's body. She was always so polite and friendly to everyone, that the fact that she could be downright cruel in the bedroom seemed absurd. She loved having this dirty little secret. It excited her to know that she could completely dominate people and have nobody else know about it.

Still her brother was a mystery to her. She had tried all last summer, to get a rise out of him, and she had failed miserably. Sarah did not take failure well. She was not used to it. It was not something that she normally experienced.

Her brother was coming home for spring break in a couple of days, and she would have a whole week, with just the two of them home alone, to try one last time to get some attention from her big brother. Their parents were away on another of their tropical vacations.

This time Sarah had a plan to get her brother, and she would find out once and for all what was up with him. As part of her plan she had recruited her friend Sally. Well I guess Sally wasn't exactly a friend. She was a sweet little redhead that liked exploring her sexuality with Sarah. Sally was eighteen years old and was planning to go to England for college. She was a tiny little thing. She stood barely over five feet tall. She had fiery red hair, flawless alabaster skin and the most gorgeous green eyes. She was one of the few girls at Sarah's school that could also get any boy she wanted, and she did. She had been sexually active since she was fifteen and had already had experiences with close to one hundred men and boys.

Sally was drawn into Sarah's web and the two of them had been fooling around since winter break. The relationship was mainly sexual, and both girls felt safe since they would be going to different colleges in a few months. They had experiment with all kinds of sexual roles in the past few weeks, and even brought a lucky boy or two into their circle of sensual desires. Their relationship was the closest thing that Sarah had to a real relationship.

Sarah's plan was to use Sally to blackmail her brother. She was going to have Sally seduce her brother, and then lie to her brother and tell him that Sally was under aged. Sally looked much younger than she was anyway, and she was also curious to see that big cock that Sarah had told her about. From there, Sarah was going to have some fun with him, and see if his "little" sister can get a rise out of "big" brother.

Paul arrived home early afternoon on Saturday. He was glad to be away from school. The last few weeks had been brutal. But now with his midterms done he wanted to have a relaxing week at home. With his parents gone, he would have the place practically to himself. He could play as much play station as he wanted, and he had a couple of science fiction books he wanted to get through.

It being mid April in sunny Southern California, he looked forward to lying by the pool and reading. He just wanted to forget about the semester. It would also be nice to have an entire room to himself. The dorms at school were so crowded and sharing a room really cut into his masturbation time. He was horny as hell, and looked forward to some good porn and epic jerk off sessions.

He walked in the front door, dropped his bags and called out, "I'm home." He was greeted by silence.

"Cool. I got the place to myself," Paul thought to himself. His thought of solitude, however, was quickly interrupted by the sound of giggling coming from the pool outside.

Paul walked to the sliding glass door and towards the sound of giggling to see what was going on. When he turned the corner of the house, he saw his sister and another girl sunbathing topless in the backyard. Both girls were on their backs in nothing but bikini bottoms and their smiles. They were chatting away and didn't seem to notice Paul. Paul's lustful gaze immediately fell on Sarah's friend. She was hot! She had straight red hair that fell to her mid back, the most flawless pale skin, and two of the perkiest little tits that Paul had ever seen. His cock stirred. He looked down from her breast to her tiny bikini bottoms. He wished he could pull them aside and see her sweet little pussy.

"Hey I'm home!"

Sarah jumped up with a squeal and gave her big brother a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She purposefully pressed her plump, sun warmed breasts into him.

"Great to see you bro! We were just working on our tans. This is Sally, my friend from school."

"Hi Sally" Paul was looking right passed Sarah and practically eye fucking Sally.

"You should join us by the pool Paul. It is a gorgeous day," Sarah exclaimed. As she said this she stretched out her whole body, from her tip toes, up her statuesque legs, bending her back so her perfect breasts stuck out even more, and throwing out her arms to indicate the incredible weather. She was a roman goddess of beauty, but she was invisible to Paul. Her friend Sally, however, was anything but invisible, as Paul continued to take in her lithe form; his large cock began to become uncomfortable in his pants.

Sarah noticed its growing length and was a bit jealous that her friend could illicit what she had been trying so hard for the past few years to get out of her brother.

"Maybe later, I am going to change first, and unpack my bags." With that Paul turned and headed upstairs to his room.

Sarah was furious! She had never been ignored like this before. She would draw double takes from men young and old no matter what she would wear. And now she stood in front of her brother practically naked and got no response. And on top of it all, her little redhead plaything was practically getting drooled on by her brother, and clearly giving him an erection.

Sally could tell that Sarah was upset. "Don't worry, we will get him. "Sally looked forward to the possibility of seducing Sarah's older brother. While he wasn't that attractive in the normal sense, there was something very alluring to the idea of sleeping with the brother of one of her favorite lovers. It didn't hurt either that she could see he had a big cock.

Sally was obsessed with big cocks. It was surprising because she was such a tiny thing. And her vagina was proportionally tiny. When she first became aroused, she could barely insert one finger into her slit. Once she became more aroused her cunt had an amazing ability to accommodate the most immense members. She loved the initial pain of being stretched to the point of feeling like her whole body would be ripped in two. Sally loved it rough.

Sarah was now more determined than ever, she shared with Sally, "Ok so when my brother comes down I will make some excuse to leave for a while. You seduce him. Get him to eat you out or something. I will hide in his upstairs bedroom and take pictures. Then we can blackmail him, by telling him you are under legal age and showing him the proof captured on my camera. Then he will have to do our bidding." Just then, Sarah glanced up at her brother's upstairs window and was taken aback at what she saw. She could see her brother in the corner of the window taking pictures of Sally with a telephoto lens.

"I have to go inside to pee. I'll be right back," Sarah called to her friend a bit louder than she needed. Then she turned her head and whispered. "He's taking pictures of you from his window. Don't look. I am going to catch him in the act. Give him a show to distract him." With that Sarah left her friend and went inside. She turned on the light and fan in the downstairs bathroom, and then closed the door. She then snuck up the stairs towards her brother's room. She was still wearing nothing but white bikini bottoms. She snuck up to her brother's bedroom door. It was open a crack and she could hear the clicking of his camera's shutter as he shot wave after wave of pictures of her topless friend.


Little Miss Perfect



Through the camera viewfinder Paul could focus in on Sally's nipples. They were erect, and their deep red coloration stood in stark contrast to her pale skin. Paul's cock was fully erect now, and it was straining mightily against his jeans. He was about to release it from its confines, but now Sally was actually sliding her hand into her bikini bottoms. 

"Holy shit, that is so hot," Paul said to an empty room.

He clicked pictures at an increasingly feverish pace. He could not wait to take these pictures, download them onto his computer, and shoot buckets of sperm while looking at them. He undid the button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper. His jeans fell to his ankles. He was about to take his massive cock out of his underwear when suddenly the door to his room flew open.

"What the fuck!!!" Sarah screamed at Paul.

Paul was so startled he dropped his camera and jumped back. Sarah swooped in and picked up the camera. 

"What the fuck are you doing Paul?" The veracity with which she was speaking to him startled Paul. This was his little sister, his sweet little angel of a sister. And now she was confronting him with a seriousness that he never imagined could come from her. He looked up at her and finally saw his eighteen year old sister. It was as if her harsh tone had awakened him from a dream, a dream where his sister was still an awkward 10 year old following him around everywhere.

Gone was that awkward little girl. In front of him stood a gorgeous model of a woman and she was pissed. Her tanned skin was flushing with anger. Her chest was heaving with her breasts, and shit what breasts she had. They were immense and look even bigger on her thin athletic frame. 

"I was just...I was just...Taking pictures of a bird I saw outside." Paul stammered.

"Bullshit!" Sarah pushed play on the camera and saw a picture of her friend, topless by the pool.

"Paul you're taking pictures of my friend Sally topless! Dude she is only seventeen, you can get into so much trouble for this."

Paul's jaw dropped. 

"You're in big trouble buddy. Holy shit! Why the fuck are your pants around your ankles, and you're hard cock is about to break out of your underpants. Fuck Paul! What the hell are you doing exactly? I am going downstairs to the living room. When you are ready, you can come down and explain yourself. Now button up your pants and come down. We need to talk. You're in big fuckin trouble!" With that Sarah stormed out of the room. She didn't even give her brother a chance to respond. As she stomped loudly down the stairs, a sinister smile crept to her lips.

"He is mine."

Paul's hard dick shriveled into a limp mass that resembled his present emotional state. His little sister just caught him making essentially child pornography of her under aged friend. She stormed out of the room with his camera and left him literally with his pants around his ankles. Now she wanted to talk? Paul knew that no good could come from this. He was ashamed and angry at what had just happened. Also, he was confused. It had all happened so fast. He was so blinded by lust that he didn't even consider his actions. And now he was going to go down stairs and beg his sister to forgive him. He would do whatever it took to get her to delete those pictures and forget this ugly incident ever took place.

Paul reluctantly made his way down stairs to the living room. He had not dreaded anything as much as he now feared the conversation he was about to have with his sister. He entered the living room and found his sister and her little redhead friend sitting on the couch with their arms folded. They looked pissed. They had thrown little cotton cover-ups over their bathing suits and were sitting tapping their feet with anger.

Paul was a little surprised to see his sister's friend there, but his mind was busy tackling other issues. He stood before his sister like a defendant in front of a judge. He opened up his mouth to speak but no words came out.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself? I am glad you had the decency at least to pull your pants up," She was glaring at him. Her bronze skin was red with furry. 

"I...I...I don't know what to say. I am so sorry. I just... I don't know, I have been stressed lately." Paul stammered.

"So you take pictures of my under aged friend and get ready to jerk off to her. She wants to call the cops and report you right away. She figures that you probably do this all the time, and she is freaked out. I don't blame her Paul. How am I supposed to bring any of my friends home if you are going to creep on them? Well I guess it doesn't matter. If Sally calls the cops, I don't think she will have to worry about that anymore." Despite her angry appearance Sarah was very collective in her speech. She seemed to know what she was going to say way before this little meeting.

"Call the cops? Shit? Please don't." Paul hadn't even thought of that. He thought he would speak with his sister, do some penance for this awkward little situation, like clean her room or wash her car for a while. And now she's talking about the police? That would ruin his life. He was almost done with college. He was about to go fulfill his dream of being a computer programmer. Shit, he had really fucked up.

"Please Sarah she can't call the cops." Paul's voice began to crack, and his eyes began to well up with tears. Paul couldn't bring himself to even look at Sally. "I will do anything Sarah. Please!" He crept closer to the girls on the couch and his hands were clasped in front of him as he begged.

"Anything?" Sarah had finally heard the words that she wanted to hear.

"Anything, I promise. Just please don't go to the cops. I am so sorry; so, so, sorry. I was a big idiot. I was horny and wasn't thinking. I am so sorry. Please don't tell the cops. It would ruin my life." Paul was nearly hyperventilating. Tears had rolled out of his eyes and streamed down his cheeks.

"Ok Paul. Sally and I won't go to the cops on one condition. You do everything we tell you to do for the next week. We are both on spring break and would love a little slave for a week. You have to clean when we tell you to, cook us food when we are hungry, get us drinks, and I don't mean sodas whenever we want them. You have to do anything either one of us tells you to do for the next week. If you refuse, we go to the cops. If you do a good job, we delete the nasty pictures on your camera, and we forget this ugly incident ever happened." When she finished, Sarah sat with her hands folded and waited for a response.

"Do everything you want for a week?" That was it? Paul couldn't believe he was getting off so easily. He was expecting much worse. One week taking orders from his sister and her little friend was no biggie. And then he could put this all behind him and move on.

" Sure, I will do that. No problem. Thanks so much Sarah. Anything you want for a week. That is fair." Paul turned to Sally. "I am so sorry Sally. I can't apologize enough. I promise I will make it up to you this week. I will do anything you want I promise."

"Good I am glad we have an agreement. Now to test the sincerity of your promise, I want you to unbutton your pants like before, and take out your cock. I want you to show your cock to my friend Sally here. Since you were about to take it out, and jerk it off to images of her, I thought she should see what had caused all these problems."

Paul was floored. His jaw dropped again. Why was his little sister doing this?

"Take my pants off in front of you two? I couldn't." Paul's mind was numb. This requested had totally caught him off guard; he was baffled.

"It's your choice Paul. Sally wants to see your cock. She heard it was big. Now you can either honor her request, or she can get on her cell phone and call the cops. The choice is yours."

Paul's mind was racing. What was going on here? Did his sister really want him to show her friend his cock? Maybe this was just a test? Maybe she was just trying to see how far he would go in honoring their agreement? What choice did he have?

"Don't call the cops please." The thought of what would happen if they did that made Paul desperate. "Ok. I will do whatever you tell me to do for the next week. "With that Paul slowly unbuttoned his pants. He was watching his sister hoping that she would tell him to stop at any moment. He drew down his zipper. He paused and then slid his pants off his hips and onto the ground. He stood there in a T-shirt and his grey boxer briefs.

"Good. Now pull down your underpants and show Sally your cock." Sarah accentuated the word "cock". She was speaking calmly and coolly now. This was a side of his sister that Paul had never seen.

What choice did Paul have? He turned away from his sister and faced her friend Sally. Sally was sitting arms crossed neatly in her lap. He hooked the elastic band of his pants with his thumbs and unceremoniously pulled down his boxer briefs.

There, under a rather large tuff of bushy brown pubic hair, was Paul's cock. It was no longer the magnificent weapon that moments earlier was threatening to break free from his underwear. It was a limp, average penis. Sally was disappointed.

"That is not impressive Sarah." Sally spoke for the first time. "I thought you said that he has a big dick."

"I guess he is a grower and not a shower. Why don't you help him grow Sally?"

And before Paul could even process what was going on. Sally sprung out of her seat, like a little pixie, and knelt in front of Paul. She was so tiny and he so tall that his cock seemed to hang just over her head. She immediately grabbed his cock with her little pale fingers and began massaging it. Paul stepped back instinctively out of surprise. 

"What the fuck?" He was beyond shock.

"Just stand still Paul. Let Sally have some fun. She is in control now. And if you don't want to go to jail, then just relax and let her do whatever she pleases."

Sally had not stopped massaging his cock as the two siblings discussed what was transpiring. She pulled at Paul's flaccid cock while massaging his big hairy balls with her other hand. Immediately his cock began to grow. Sally was a real pro.

Sarah was transfixed on her brother's face. He was still staring at Sarah in disbelief while his cock was being massaged hard by her friend. Finally he looked down at the gorgeous little redhead eagerly fondling his cock. 

"Fuck." Paul absentmindedly muttered.

His cock was growing quickly. It had grown to a semi erect state almost instantly in Sally's skillful hand. Paul watch as Sally started to jerk of his still hardening cock. Already in its semi erect state, she could not wrap her hands around his thickness. She had abandoned tickling his balls and instead had both her hands together stroking his cock hard. Sarah & Paul watched in amazement at how quickly and deliberately Sally was working. Suddenly without warning Sally opened her dainty mouth wide and took Paul in. He moaned out loud as she slid half of his length into her mouth, and then just as quickly slipped it out with a plop.

"Fuck he is big Sarah. I can barely fit him in my mouth, and he is still growing."

Paul was transfixed on Sally. She looked up at him with her big green eyes and took his almost completely hard cock in her hand. Next she looked down at his shaft admiring it. Up again into his eyes she looked. Then she drew her saliva together, and looked down on his cock and spit a large ball of saliva on it. She started to jack him off more quickly now. Paul couldn't control himself. The sensations felt too good. He was taken to a different place. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back and moaned.

Sally put her mouth around Paul's swollen mushroom head and soon it disappeared. How could something so big fit in such a dainty mouth? She began to fuck Paul with her mouth. He could feel his balls pulling up into his body. He felt his cock twitch. He was about to cum. Sally fucked his cock with her face, while using her other two hands to jack off the rest of Paul's massive cock that wouldn't fit in her mouth.

There was no turning back now. Paul felt blood welling up in his head. His legs began to give out and he started to cum. Just as the first jet of his cum shot into Sally's mouth he heard a clicking sound in the distance, but it did not matter to him. He grabbed two handfuls of Sally's long red hair as he shot jet upon jet of cum down her little throat. Sally was no amateur and she gulped down the jism hungrily, but after two big swallows her mouth was overwhelmed. Paul's hot cum streamed out of the sides of her mouth and fell onto her yellow cotton cover-up in huge globs. For years to come Sally would notice those stains and get wet thinking about how they got there.

Paul came for what seemed like forever. His eyes were still closed, and he was in another place altogether. As he started to come out of his orgasmic haze, he noticed the clicking sound again. He looked down at his cock and saw Sally licking his shaft slowly up and down, cleaning its length of any bit of his cum. She looked up at him with her lustful green eyes, as she rubbed her luscious red lips up and down his length.

"What was that clicking?" Paul wondered.

Finally he looked over at his sister. She had his camera and was taking pictures wildly.

"What the fuck?" Paul exclaimed in utter confusion.

"Just some insurance, now that we got you actually having sex with a seventeen year old." Sarah lied.

"I just wanted to make sure that you abide by your promise and do everything we ask of you this week."

Paul nodded weakly in agreement. He was utterly helpless.

"We are going to have such a fun week aren't we Sally?"

Sally turned away from the massive cock in front of her, looked at her friend, and smiled with a bead of cum dripping from the side of her mouth.

They were going to have quite a week indeed.



Little Miss Perfect & The Headmaster



Outside the heavy walnut door, Serena stood twisting the edge of her plaid skirt nervously in her fingers. Biting her bottom lip, her mind raced trying to fathom what was about to happen to her and if there was anything that should could say or do to get herself out of it. 

At 18 years old, she was an abnormally good girl. She had fabulous grades while attending her all girl prep school, the infamous, Weisminster School for Girls. She was never one to cause the usual trouble. She had seen the "wild" girls that are always skiving classes, sneaking out to catch a visit with their boyfriends at the neighboring boys school a half mile away. She didn't smoke, didn't drink, and didn't do drugs. The other students even called her "Little Miss Perfect", mostly behind her back and out of jealousy.

"So why am I outside the headmasters door with this ball of lead feeling sitting in the pit of my stomach?" Serena asks herself for what must be the millionth time in the past 5 minutes. 

The door opened so suddenly that she jumped about a foot in the air, before looking up and seeing the very handsome, but very stern looking headmaster glaring down at her. Mr. Logan, the headmaster, was the youngest (and, according to the girls, the most handsome) headmaster this school has ever employed. He was powerfully built, with thick black hair and eyes so green they looked like emeralds. His dark skin always looked like he just came back from a 3 week vacation in the tropics. There wasn't a girl, or woman in the entire school that didn't have a crush on him.

"Come in and sit down, Serena." Mr. Logan said in a voice that normally made you feel like you were enveloped in warm velvet, but this afternoon, sounded stern, angry, and full of disappointment.

"Thank you, Sir." Serena said, hoping her voice didn't give away how very nervous she was. She had never been in the headmasters' office unless it was to deliver a message from one of her instructors so she looked, in awe, around at the furnishings. The solid maple walls and desk looked undeniably masculine. The book collection lining the book cases where an expensive collection of rare books. Tolstoy, Kierkegaard, Chaucer, Shakespeare, all the greats, made the feeling of the room even more intimidating. Her eyes fell on a beautiful carved cabinet in the corner, and she wondered what mysteries it contained. . It was such an elegant room, and hard for her to imagine the things the other girls said happened in here actually taking place. 

Her mind wandered and she almost forgot for a moment why she was there when Mr. Logan's voice brought her crashing back down to reality.

Slowly walking around the desk, he sat in his chair and just stared at the young lady sitting in front of him. She was the best student in the whole school, the one that had given him hope that there were more than just heathens that were enrolled here. She was a very pretty, shy looking girl. Her auburn hair, held back in a tortoise shell head band, hung down to the middle of her back in curls. Her hazel eyes had a way of looking at you that just made you want to pick her up and shelter her from all the cruelties of the world. She had a wide-eyed, naturally pouting, innocent look that made what he was about to do even more difficult. 

"Do you know why I have asked you to my office this afternoon, Miss Cassidy?" Mr. Taylor asked while averting his eyes and glancing at a page in the Discipline Record book lying before him.

"Umm, no Sir, I-I don't." Serena replied, nervously.

"Are you aware of the school rules and what the consequences are for breaking them, Miss Cassidy?" Mr. Taylor asked finally raising his gaze to stare directly into her eyes.

"I think so, Mr. Logan." Serena's mind was whirling, "What rule could I have broken?" kept repeating itself in her mind over and over again. She couldn't think of anything. 

"Well then, please tell me, Miss Cassidy, what are the consequences for a girl who plagiarizes on a term paper?" 

Serena's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in shock. She was speechless, unable to reply to his question. How could he have found out? She knew she shouldn't have done it, but she was just so overloaded with work that she just didn't have time to do the paper on her own. So she got online while in the library and found a site that sold term papers for a small fee. She ordered one, printed it out and thought that she was good to go. What was the chance of anyone else here using the same site and choosing the same paper, after all, she had thought to herself. Though, she had never done it before she had heard some other girls talking and laughing about how they had done it and gotten away with it loads of times, so why not her? And now, look where it had gotten her!. She does it once, and gets caught? It's not fair! Her mind screamed. 

"Well, girl, I'm waiting for your answer!" Mr. Logan said raising his voice and slamming his hand down hard down onto his desktop; making her jump in her seat. 

"I...uh...I can explain, Sir...I was..." She got no further when Mr. Logan interrupted her.

"I did NOT ask for an explanation right now, girl! I asked what the consequences where for such an action! Though, I can tell by your response that you are admitting guilt! Now for the final time, WHAT ARE THE CONSEQUENCES FOR PLAGIARISM?" Mr. Logan said, beginning to lose his temper and patience. His voice rose louder than she had ever heard it before.

"Uh..umm...Sir, ummm...the c-consequences for plagiarism in this school...is ummm.c-corporal punishment, suspension, expulsion or a c-combination of those th-things, Sir." Serena managed to get out, her heart racing madly. She couldn't afford an expulsion; she was here on a scholarship. She would lose it if she were to be expelled! She couldn't imagine being corporally punished though, either, she had seen some of the girls come streaking out of this room, hands under their skirts and tears pouring out of their eyes as they raced to the nearest lavatory. She would have to make him understand what she was going thru at the time. How overloaded she was on homework. Surely he would see how she hated cheating but felt she had no choice! Maybe he would just let her off with a good scolding and lines. He just had to! 

"Well, I'm shocked that you know that, Miss Cassidy, since you have apparently blatantly disregarded that rule when it came time to do your English Literature term paper. Do you deny it?" He said while keeping his voice low, but menacing. 

He couldn't believe that his prize student was sitting here in front of him admitting to cheating! He knew what he had to do, and hated having to do it but she left him little room for negotiating. He had to get this school back on track. The students here were running amok, the grade point averages where on a steady decline. He had to set an example, MAKE an example, strike some fear into these students or he would lose his job. What better person to make an example of than the top student of the school? That would show all of them that he meant business and if they didn't start buckling down they would find themselves in the same position that poor Serena now found herself in. 

"I'm sorry, Sir, truly sorry. I was over loaded with homework and term papers that had to be done. I was running out of time so I thought, just this once, I would take the easy way out. I'm sorry, Sir! I felt so guilty but I didn't know what else I could do! I have never cheated before and I promise I will never do it again. Please Sir, don't expel me! I will write a thousand lines, do chores, anything but please, PLEASE don't expel me! I'm here on a scholarship. I'll lose it if you expel me, Sir."

Her words came out in a rush, so fast that she didn't give Mr. Logan time to even try to interrupt her. Her tears falling copiously down her face and dripping onto the front of her blouse, she looked at him imploringly, begging him with her eyes to please understand her reasoning. His face remained stoic, as if set in granite. She hadn't a clue what he was thinking or if he even heard anything she had said.  

After what seemed like an eternity to her, he finally spoke. She held her breath, praying that her impassioned plea didn't fall on deaf ears.

"Oh, I have no intention of expelling you, Miss Cassidy." Mr. Logan said allowing her to finally take a breath. She let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Mr. Logan, thank you so much! I won't make you regret your decision. I'll work extra hard and never cheat again, I promise!" Serena managed to say while drying her eyes of the tears that had fallen.

"Not so fast, girl, I said I wasn't going to expel you, I did not say you were off the hook. I do not give just lines for plagiarism and cheating. That is two major offenses; no one will get off that easily, even if they had committed only one of them. Did you know you were plagiarizing when you handed that paper in, or did you only know you were cheating?"

"I ...umm....plagiarism, Sir, no, I didn't know. How could it be plagiarism?" She asked her joy of thinking she was off the hook a thing in the past and the chunk of lead that was in her stomach came rushing back, doubling in size.

"Plagiarism, dear girl, because that paper you turned in had been written by someone here, at this very school, months ago. So if you turned in an exact copy without giving that person credit for it, then that is plagiarism. I only see your name on it, not the others. Am I not correct in saying that, Miss Cassidy?" He asked her a sardonic lilt to his voice. 

He knew it was plagiary. He knew it because he ran the website with all the papers for sale on them. That is how he finds out who is cheating and who isn't in the school. Well, at least some of them. All the teachers are aware of it, some actually wrote some of the papers that are for sale, so if they come across one they turn it in to him and he takes care of the rest. It's quite brilliant really, he thinks, chuckling to himself. The money the students pay for the papers all goes to maintain the school and he is able to try to get a handle on all the cheaters that there are.

"Umm...No, Sir...I mean Yes, Sir, I mean...." Serena stuttered not knowing what to say. Her mind in a whirl, she knew she was really in for it now. 

"Well which is it, girl!?! Am I correct or not?" Mr. Logan said his voice raising an octave.

"Yes, Sir you are correct in saying that. It's only my name on the paper, but I didn't know that it was written by someone here!"

"Well, you knew it was written by someone else because you sure didn't write it! So had you known who the author was, would you have given them the proper billing due when you turned in the paper, or would your name still have remained the only one on it?"

She knew she was caught there. She would have had to turn the paper in as her own, regardless. The assignment was to write one, not find a good one, and turn it in. 

"No sir, I wouldn't have put their name on it." Serena said resolutely.

"That's what I thought, Miss Cassidy. Now, I don't want to hear anymore excuses on why you think you were correct in doing this. I've heard every excuse in the book and frankly, I don't think there is any excuse that would make me say that plagiarism and cheating are okay. This school, since I have gotten here, has been chaos. I'm going to get a handle on all of you students if it is the last thing I do. You are the beginning of a new regime that I will be starting here. I'm going to make an example out of you, girl! You will be corporally punished for your misdeeds!"

With that final statement, Serena burst into tears. She had never been punished at school before, and very seldom at home. The hardest spanking she ever had at home was a hand spanking for talking back to her parents and that was when she was seven and it was over a dress, stockings, and panties! She didn't know if she would be able to handle what the other girls claimed they had gotten in here, and from what Mr. Logan said, she was going to made an example of so her punishment was going to be even worse then theirs! 

"Please sir! Please don't punish me this way! I'll do anything, I'll do chores for the rest of the year, I'll write lines, anything! Please reconsider your decision! I've never been in trouble before, that should mean something." Serena pleaded, tears streaming down her pretty face. The horror of what was in store for her, her mind could hardly comprehend. 

"No amount of pleading will change my mind, young lady, so you may as well stop trying. As for you never having been in trouble before, you're right, that does mean something to me. It means that you knew right from wrong for years and yet you still managed to ignore the good sense that you've previously shown and broke not one but two major school rules! I think the rest of the students here would benefit greatly by seeing someone with such a good record punished. They will know that if you cannot get away with such offenses, they most certainly will not. Do you understand me, Miss Cassidy?"

"Yes, I understand, Mr. Logan." Serena managed to mutter while trying to get herself under control. She was hiccoughing from crying so hard, and her breaths were coming in ragged gasps.

"Very well, I have already contacted your parents concerning what you have done and they have agreed with me that extreme actions must be taken if you are to stay enrolled her. They had signed a mandatory disciplinary agreement as a condition to your enrollment so I have the final say in what happens to you. The only choice they have is whether they would rather you are expelled. They want you to stay here so you shall be punished."

Serena's eyes widened at the knowledge of her parents knowing. They told her before she ever started this school 4 years ago that if she were to ever get in trouble here, she would receive an equal amount of discipline at home during her next school break. That was in 3 weeks! 

Now Serena, I have thought long and hard on what to do with you. I want your disciplinary session to be strict enough not only to deter you from ever doing such a thing again but to also make other students not want to follow in your footsteps. Taking that into consideration, I do not feel a simple paddling or caning will suffice. So, I feel that a more prolonged, harsher sentence should be imposed. We shall carry out your punishments this evening. You are too report back here, wearing your night gown and robe at 8 o'clock. Are we clear on that, Miss?" Mr. Logan said while writing down the information in the discipline log.

"Yes sir." She couldn't believe she was going to be punished like this. Her stomach was in knots, her throat felt like it was closing up, and her thoughts were whirling. 

"Good. Now stand up, and pull your panties to your knees and come lay across my lap. I want to give you a little to think about while you wait for tonight." Mr. Logan instructed her, still not looking at her but writing everything in the log.

Serena's heart sank when she heard the order. Panties down! She hesitated for a bit before finally reaching under her skirt and pulling her panties down to her knees. She knew she was in for enough without adding to it in any way. She hobbled over to him, her panties around her knees making walking difficult. She had to stand next to him for a couple of minutes until he was finished writing in the book. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he put his pen down and scooting his chair back enough to allow her to crawl over his lap.

He positioned her until her head was almost to the floor and she had to reach back and grab the chair legs to stay balanced. Her toes could just barely touch the floor on the other side. He reached down and lifted her skirt, baring her soft bottom. She moaned in embarrassment and clenched her bottom cheeks tightly together in the hopes he wouldn't see her private areas. He rested his right hand on her bottom and lectured her on the injustice of plagiary and cheating before raising his hand and bringing it swiftly down. His hand flattened her left bottom cheek, her soft flesh absorbing the blow and sprouting a perfect scarlet hand print. She let out a yelp and reached her hand back to cover her bottom.

"You will remove your hand at once young lady, or I shall make this spanking last 10 minutes! I will not permit interference with a punishment! Consider yourself warned, Miss! If it happens again you will pay the consequences for disobedience!" Mr. Logan said very angrily; his tone harsh and unyielding.

Serena immediately removed her hand. She couldn't believe the amount of pain one hand spank could deliver! Her left cheek felt like it had been branded! 

Mr. Logan started spanking her again, first one cheek, then the other, working his way down her bottom. He concentrated most of his attention on her thighs, especially the tender area where they met her bottom cheeks. On and on the spanking continued; until her bottom was glowing rosy red and her tears where forming a puddle on the floor. Never had she felt pain like this! "This was only a hand spanking? Just a taste of what I am to get?" she kept thinking to herself.

Mr. Logan stopped spanking her and rested his hand, once again, on her young, soft bottom. This was just the type of bottom he loved; soft, tender, full cheeks that he could feel his hand sink into with each spank. In fact, he liked everything about this girl over his lap. He secretly hoped that once she graduated, they could continue to get to know one another on a more personal basis, but for now, it was strictly headmaster and student, and he had a job to do. He stopped those thoughts of her, and concentrated on the here and now. He opened the top drawer of his desk and took out his wooden ruler. It was an 18 inch long ruler that was usually used for drafting. The wood was exceptionally hard and it had sharp edges to it, not like the more rounded edges of some school rulers. 

Serena glanced back and saw the ruler in his hand and her heart skipped a beat. "What was he doing with that?" She thought, just a second before he brought it down sharply on her tender sit spot. He spanked first on the right cheek then on the left; then repeating it 3 times on each cheek leaving a dark red welt on each. She bucked wildly on his lap trying in earnest to not reach back. She thought his hand had hurt! This ruler was 20 times worse! She started sobbing harder; the pain seemed to radiate throughout her body. 

"You may rise now Serena, and pull up your panties." He told her while placing the ruler back into its drawer.

She rose from his lap, slowly; each movement made her bottom hurt worse. She reached back and could feel the angry weal's the ruler had left and the heat that seemed to radiate off her bottom in waves. 

"You may go now Serena. Remember, back here at 8 o'clock sharp. I wouldn't be even a minute late if I were you." Mr. Logan said without even looking at her. He was writing the punishment she had just received back into the logbook.

"Yes, Headmaster." Serena said and left the office as quickly as she could without causing her bottom further pain. Each step was agony; when she was finally out in the crowded hallway, she took off at a run, hands clenching her tortured bottom cheeks under her skirt. Tears streamed down her face while other students looked at her in shock; not believing that "Little Miss Perfect" had just gotten a licking. Little did they know that it was only the beginning of a very long and painful day for her.

Immediately after Serena left, Mr. Logan (aka: Bryant Logan) locked the door to his office and sat reliving what had just taken place. He couldn't get the image out of his mind of Serena lying across his lap with her bottom hot and red. Her legs parting after each hard slap of his hand giving him occasional glimpses of her private areas. He had a hard time not allowing himself to become aroused during the spanking but now that he was alone, just the image in his mind made him horny. He undid his pants and started stroking his cock. Reliving in his minds eye, the sounds of her moans and groans each time his hand came down on her soft, plump bottom. He could still feel what it felt like having her squirming over his lap. He stroked himself faster and faster and within mere minutes, the images of her had him arching his back and cumming powerfully. He had never had such an intense orgasm from masturbation before. Afterwards, all he could wonder was if the idea of her could provoke such passion inside of him, what would making love to her be like? He couldn't help but smile, as he thought that in less than 6 hours, she would be bare bottomed and his hand would be whacking that gorgeous bottom once again. He had quite a bit in store for the young lady, and she wouldn't be leaving his office without a very blistered bottom. 




Little Miss Perfect & The Headmaster



Meanwhile, Serena had raced back to her dorm room and thru herself across her bed sobbing. She couldn't believe how much her bottom hurt and couldn't imagine what it would feel like after tonight. After the pain subsided somewhat, her thoughts drifted back to Mr. Logan. He was so handsome that it made her ache! She felt the familiar twinge between her legs that happened every time she thought of him. She knew what the feeling meant even though, at 18, she was still a virgin. She has masturbated many times and loved the feeling of climaxing but she often wondered if it would be an even more amazing feeling once she experienced it while making love to a man. Her favorite fantasy since Mr. Logan started at this school was making love to him. She heard the other girls talking about things they had done with their boyfriends and she read some erotic stories online so she knew the sorts of things men and women did with one another. She lay in her bed at night, picturing herself and Mr. Logan doing all those things. She longed for him to lie between her legs, kissing her most private areas or his mouth suckling her breasts. She dreamed of him putting his penis inside her and thrusting in and out. All those thoughts swam thru her mind until she couldn't help but touch herself to relieve the feelings that overwhelmed her. 

She found herself thinking about him punishing her, and how it felt when his hand just rested on her bottom. She felt herself blush in humiliation on having him treat her like an errant child and spanking her. How can she get him to think of her as a woman if she had to be across his lap getting spanked like a 6 year old??? Still, she felt herself getting aroused and the pain in her bottom receding a bit when thinking about what had taken place. She couldn't take it any longer so she laid back on her bed and slid her fingers underneath her panties until she found her hard little nub. Her pussy was very wet and got even wetter when her fingers started massaging around and around her hard clit. She slid her fingers down and worked two of them in and out of her pussy before finally starting on her clit again. She could feel her nipples harden against her bra and the intense feeling in her pussy getting stronger, building and building in strength until finally, with an arch of her hips, she exploded in orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure raced thru her body until she collapsed, sweating, and breathing hard, onto her bed; totally satiated. 

After gaining her composure, she reached over onto her nightstand and set her alarm for 7 p.m. which would give her an hour to get ready and reach the headmaster's office. Sleep didn't come easy for Serena though, her mind kept imagining what could happen this evening and the pain in her bottom had returned after her orgasm, though it was now down to a dull throb. Finally she dozed and seemingly seconds later her alarm woke her with its shrill call. She rose slowly and debated over what she should wear. Should she dress in regulation panties or into some of her sexier ones? She didn't want to incur more of his wrath by not dressing in regulation ones, but her sexier ones may get him to notice that she wasn't a little girl anymore. After thinking long and hard she slipped on her black satin and lace panties. They were the skimpiest ones she owned. She slipped on her black silk night gown; it wasn't the sexiest she owned by any means. It hung to just above her knees, but had a plunging back and was held up by the slimmest spaghetti straps. The front had black lace over the silk just over he chest region. Over that she wore a very modest white robe, she didn't want to come across other students on her way to Mr. Logan's office wearing anything that would give away what she had on underneath. Giving her hair a good brushing, until it gleamed and wearing the barest amount of makeup, she took a last look in the mirror and was pleased with what stared back. She looked pretty but not over done...besides she was there to be punished not seduce. At the thought of the punishments to come her stomach tightened in dread. She prayed silently that it would be as bad as she was thinking it was going to be and that she would get thru it bravely. Slipping her feet into her slippers, she glanced at the clock and noticed she had only 15 minutes to make her way to his office across campus. She took off, walking fast and all too soon she was standing outside the now familiar walnut door.

In the mean time while Serena was getting herself ready and making her way to his office, Bryant Logan was making preparations himself. He had all the implements he would be using lined up at the bottom of the maple cabinet that sat in the corner. He took one of the two chairs that sat in front of his desk and put it in a corner, getting it out of the way. In its place he put a tall wooden stool. The discipline log was on his desk and waiting for him to record the punishments as they were meted out. After seeing that his office was ready, he went into the adjoining restroom/dressing room and changed into his most intimidating suit. A monochromatic combination;

sharp black suit with black shirt and tie. The combination of the darkness of the suit with his hair made his eyes a startling shade of emerald. The look conveyed power and would leave little doubt in Serena's mind that he was serious about the task at hand.

He went to his desk and started to do some work concerning an upcoming school function while he waited for Serena's arrival. Promptly at 8, there came a soft knock on his door. 

"Come in, Serena!" He said, gruffly.

"Mr. Logan," Serena said timidly, "I'm here to report for my punishment like you ordered."

"Very good Serena, you're right on schedule. Take your robe and panties off and get your nose pressed into the corner. I'll be ready to start your spankings in a few moments." he told her, without so much as a glance in her direction. "Oh, and make sure that you pull your nightgown up so I can see the bare bottom I'm about to beat." He added as an after thought.

Serena took off her robe and hung it on a hook by the door. She hoisted up her nightgown to remove her panties, hooking a finger in each side; she slowly started lowering them.

Mr. Logan glanced up just in time to watch her peel her panties off. Mmmm...he thought to himself, black satin.

"Those do not look like the regulation panties that this institution insists must be worn at all times, young lady!" He said in a gruff manner. He had a hard time speaking over the lump in his throat that those panties and her sexy bare bottom had caused.

Startled, Serena looked over her shoulder at him quickly. Her eyes widened and a faint blush rising to her cheeks. 

"I ...umm...I only wear these when classes are over, sir." 

"Well when you report to my office young lady, especially when you are to be disciplined, classes are to be considered still in session. Finish removing your panties, fold them up and hand them to me." said Mr. Logan.

Serena calmly finished taking off her panties, folding them neatly; she brought them over and handed them to him. Her face was hot in embarrassment, but she thought she detected a trace of desire in those green eyes of his. She hoped so, maybe her plan was working somewhat and he is seeing her more as a woman than an errant schoolgirl.

Taking the panties from her, he slipped them into the top drawer of his desk. He had no intention of giving them back to her; he planned on keeping them as a remembrance of this night. Every time he looked at her, whether fully clothed or bare bottomed, he found himself getting aroused. Although, one look into those eyes of hers had more of an effect on his heart than any other part of his anatomy.

"Now into the corner with you, I have a few things to do before I beat your bottom."

Serena walked to the only empty corner that she seen in his office and pressed her nose in it, she reached back and hoisted up the back of her nightgown until her bottom was visible to him from his desk. Her face burned in humiliation, but she also hoped that he liked what he saw. She was developing much deeper feelings for the man than mere lust. She had seen him having fun and laughing at school functions and knew that this gruff side he was presenting now was because he had to. She couldn't wait until the 6 months were up; bringing an end to the school year and she could graduate. She planned to pursue him until she won his heart over and did not care how long it took.

She stood there for what felt like hours, listening to the faint sounds his pen was making as he kept working at his desk. In actuality, only 20 minutes had passed before he finally spoke to her. 

"Come and stand before me, Serena." said Mr. Logan as he put his paperwork away and got out the discipline log. When she was standing before him, he looked long and hard at her.

"Young lady, I have thought long and hard about ways to get thru to you and the other students. Try as I might, I still can't get any of you to take me seriously as a headmaster. I fully intend to make all of you start adhering to the rules and regulations here at Weisminster. You girl, are just the unlucky one that I intend to make an example of, but I am sure you will not be the last student that will find themselves bent over my desk receiving the cane."

Serena couldn't help but pale a bit at the mention of the cane. She couldn't imagine how that would feel on her tender bottom when the ruler and his hand hurt dreadfully.

"You will not be receiving just a caning, however," Mr. Logan continues, "I intend to beat it into your bottom, in hopes that it will penetrate into your brain just what a horrible thing is plagiarism. Furthermore, tomorrow at morning assembly, I will inform the other students how you were disciplined and why you were punished. That I hope, will make them realize that I am serious about enforcing the rules and regulations here at Weisminster. Now with that being said, come across my lap being sure that your gown is raised so I can spank that naughty bottom of yours."

Serena walked around his desk and laid herself across his lap, assuming the same position that she was in mere hours before. She could feel the cool air on her up thrust, bare bottom. She couldn't help feeling like a child as she laid there waiting for his hand to start swatting her bottom. 

"Well I see the effects of my hand and ruler have all but disappeared; leaving me a blank canvas to paint red." said Mr. Logan as he patted her soft bottom. He loved the way it felt on his palms. So soft and tender; a very spankable butt indeed, he thought to himself. 

Raising his hand, he felt her tense up as he brought it resoundingly down. He watched as a perfect handprint first rose white then turned a bright pink. Over and over he brought his hand down on her tender, young bottom. Serena moaned and kicked, occasionally scissoring her legs open and closed giving him small glimpses of the virginal treasures that lie there. On and on his hand spanked her bottom until 4 minutes were up and her bottom was on fire. Reaching into his desk, he withdrew the same ruler that he had used on her earlier. 

Serena lay across his lap, feeling the sharp slaps raining down on her butt. The spanks just kept coming; she didn't think it was ever going to end. Her bottom felt like it was on fire and she could barely keep herself from wriggling off his lap. Her tears were dripping down her face and off her cheeks onto the hard wood floors. He finally stopped spanking her, after what must have been hundreds of slaps to her bottom, and rested his hand on her hot bottom cheeks. She heard his desk drawer open and hoped that it wasn't what she was thinking. Glancing up, her fears were recognized as she seen him take the hard ruler out and raise it, ready to bring it down on her bottom.

"Please sir, not the ruler! Please, it hurts too bad!" said Serena with a touch of panic in her voice. Reaching back with one hand, she covered what she could of her bottom.

"No amount of pleading or crying will keep me from giving you what you have coming. It is SUPPOSED TO HURT! YOU are being punished! What did you think I would do in here this evening, young lady? Give you a couple slaps on the bottom and tell you to be a good little girl from now on? You are not a child any longer, even though what you have done I would expect from a child. You are an adult! Start acting like one! Being an adult means you acknowledge your misdeeds and accept the consequences of them; the consequences you have earned just so happens to be a well blistered bottom!"

With that being said he grasped the wrist of the hand she had placed over her bottom and brought it to the base of her back, holding it there. Raising his arm, he brought the ruler down on her tender sit spot with a sharp crack. She bucked wildly on his lap and let out a short yelp of pain. He held her there firmly and continued bringing the ruler down onto her bottom, doing his best to ignore her cries of pain. Twenty times the ruler came down to deliver its painful bite on her already sore bottom cheeks and thighs making her bottom turn from bright pink to scarlet.

He put the ruler away and gently patted her bottom. His heart ached with what he was doing, but also finding having her over his lap being soundly spanked, quite arousing. 

She couldn't believe the pain that centered around her bottom. The ruler hurt dreadfully and she just couldn't' fathom that there was more to come after this. Her crying from the hand spanking had turned to sobs by the second strike of the ruler. The only thing that brought a touch of relief to her was what he said about her being an adult now. Maybe the punishment will be worth it, she thought to herself, if after it he will see me as a woman. Her thoughts of him where swimming madly in her head and her bottom hurt so bad she didn't notice that he had stopped swinging the ruler and was there just patting her bottom.

"You're hand spanking is finished Serena, now rise and get your nose back into the corner. Keep that gown up and out of the way of your bottom." Mr. Logan said, hating having her rise off of his lap since he was enjoying it so much. The bulge in his slacks seemed to be growing in enormity; making sitting for him not very comfortable. He watched her walk stiffly to the corner with her gown raised. He sat, leaning back in his chair, and just stared at her. He couldn't help but fantasize about her being his. He would love to have her in his life, giving her long, erotic spankings before laying her back on his bed and making love to her for hours. He was lost in fantasy for 15 minutes before he finally came to his senses. He wanted so badly to give relief to his aching cock but he knew it would have to wait. It was getting late and she still had a few punishments to get thru so he figured he had better get back to business.

"All right young lady, it's time for the second phase of your punishment; come bend over my desk now, and grasp the far edge. Be sure to keep that gown out of the way or we will have to remove it." 

Serena did as she was told, having to rise on tiptoes to reach the far edge of the massive desk. She made sure that the gown was tucked out of the way, as she watched him walk to the cabinet that she had been curious about earlier and withdraw a heavy oak paddle. Her stomach clenched when she realized that very soon that horrid instrument would be making painful contact to her already very sore bottom.

Walking behind her, Mr. Logan watched her clench and un-clench her bottom repeatedly in nervous anticipation of the paddles strike.

"Spread your legs apart Serena, I want a nice, wide target for my paddle."

Serena followed the command, feeling her face burning in embarrassment when she felt the cool air on her private areas. She could feel herself getting aroused at the thought of him seeing her displayed like this; as if she were waiting for him to enter her from behind. . Her pussy was getting wet and she prayed that he wouldn't notice the evidence of her arousal. 

But, of course, Mr. Logan did notice; he couldn't help it; his eyes were glued to her private area. He could see her glistening pussy and back passage clearly and had to refrain himself from plunging his fingers into her and exploring their depths. He knew that this was no way for a headmaster to think, but he found himself unable to get his mind and heart disconnected from her. Gritting his teeth, he took a deep breath, raised the paddle, and brought it down hard on her waiting behind.

The sound of the strike and the force of it almost lifting her feet off the ground, startled her and a millisecond later the pain seemed to explode from her bottom. She let out a yell that seemed to reverberate off the walls of the room. It took all of her might to keep her hands from reaching back to protect her bottom, she gripped the edge of the desk until her knuckles shown white and waited for the next blow of the paddle.

Mr. Logan waited 15 seconds in order for the pain to set in and for her to brace herself before delivering the next blow of the paddle. Raising the paddle to his shoulder, he brought it swinging back down onto her red behind. He felt the paddle vibrate in his hands and watched it sink deeply into her flesh when it made contact. It sounded like a gun shot went off and silently thanked the previous headmaster for making this office sound proof, for he was sure the sounds of his paddle and her yelling and moaning would be heard through out the school had it not been. 

The pain of that strike had almost taken Serena's breath away. It seemed to radiate through out her body until all she felt was pain. Clutching the desk tightly, she laid her head down and sobbed. 

Watching her sob across his desk was almost his undoing. Resigned to what he must do, he raised the paddle again and delivered another hard swat to her behind. He decided he wouldn't use as much force but he still wanted her to feel each strike so he gave her a medium blow. It still seemed to have an effect on her for she let out a loud moan and started swinging her legs trying to work out some of the sting. He put his mind to the task and started paddling her behind like a metronome. Counting in his head each stroke and doing his best to ignore the pain that he was causing her. He knew that she had more to deal with than this paddling and if he didn't get himself under control he may not be able to deliver the rest.

Serena lay across the desk, squirming and crying out with each blow of the paddle. The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She no longer cared if he seen her most private areas, the only thing she could concentrate on was getting thru this ordeal and making it back to her dorm for a good long cry. 

Fifteen times the paddle resounded on her behind, and never once did she lose her grip and try to protect herself. Mr. Logan was very impressed by her strength and let her lie across his desk, sobbing for a few minutes. He crossed the room and put the paddle away and went to stand beside her. He stroked her hair and comforted her best he could.

"I'm very proud of you Serena, you are taking your punishments very well. You are a very strong, intelligent woman and I know that you are learning your lesson. I sincerely hope I never have to repeat this lesson to you again. I don't like having to do this, but if this is what it takes for you to realize there are consequences to actions you take in life, then I will do it anytime it is called for. Go ahead and lie here until you calm down a bit, then go and stand back in your corner. You may rub your behind when you get there, if you would like." said Mr. Logan, before he went and sat down on his chaise and picked up a magazine to try to focus on.




Little Miss Perfect & The Headmaster



After 4 or 5 minutes of lying across his desk, Serena stood up and gingerly reached back and ran her hands lightly over her reddened bottom. She could feel the heat emanated from it like an oven. She walked to her corner massaging her bottom, trying to get the pain to ease somewhat. 

Mr. Logan sat in his chaise, pretending to read his magazine but mostly all he did was stare at the enticing backside that Serena was rubbing in earnest. He wished he could do that for her, he longed to be the one to rub and squeeze those perfect cheeks. He sat watching in longing for 20 minutes, trying to get the stiffness of his cock to ease a bit and give Serena time to prepare herself for the rest of her punishments. 

Finally he rose and went to the cabinet to retrieve the final two implements, his strap and cane. He knew that the punishments he was dealing out to her were harsh, but needed. He set them both on his desk for her to see. Looking at her red bottom again and hearing her crying softly, he determined that the lesson was being learned so he would go easy on the strapping. The caning, however, would have to be delivered in the usual manner, considering it is the main punishment in offenses such as this.

He then went to the leather couch that graced the wall in the sitting area and piled two of the cushions in the middle of it before returning to his desk and calling her to him.

"Serena come here please." 

Serena walked to him, being sure to keep her gown raised in the back in case it would upset him if she let it fall. She did not want to take any chances on incurring more strokes. Her eyes fell on what was sitting on his desk and she felt herself pale. All along she knew that she would be caned but it didn't totally sink in until she seen it lying on his desk. The sight of the strap lying beside it didn't help her nerves one bit, her stomach felt like it was doing somersaults inside her.

"You have taken your punishments extremely well thus far Serena, I'm certainly impressed. I know I have been harsh on you, but it will soon be over. You have two more to face and then we can put this incident behind us." Mr. Logan said praising her.

"Thank you sir." Serena replied, sniffling and her puffy eyes, downcast. Her crying had abated somewhat with only a stray tear falling now and then.

Mr. Logan rose from his chair, walked around the desk and gently took her by the arm; leading her to the couch. 

"Lie across the couch Serena, with your hips over the pillow so your bottom will be nicely raised for the strap." 

Serena grimaced as she climbed onto the couch to get into position. The action caused the skin of her bottom to stretch a bit and renew the pain in her scorched bottom. 

"Be sure to keep your legs together Serena, I don't want the strap to hit anywhere but your buttocks and thighs." said Mr. Logan trying very hard to fight the ever increasing bulge in his slacks. 

Her face reddened dramatically when he said this as she buried her head in the supple leather of the seat cushions. She braced herself for the inevitable bite of the strap.

Raising the strap high he brought it down medium force across the buttocks he so longed to caress. The strap struck her leaving a one-inch crimson line across the summit of both bottom globes. She let out a soft cry keeping her face buried in the cushions. The second stroke fell right under the first eliciting a yelp from Serena. She looked at him with tears lingering on her eyelashes silently pleading with him to stop the painful strapping.

"I'm sorry I have to be so rough on you Serena, you have no idea how sorry. I have to do this; you left me with no choice. Be brave, my girl, it's almost over."

She silently nodded her head, and buried her face once again. Her heart gave a flutter as said "my girl". She liked the way that sounded. Maybe one day...

Her thoughts were interrupted with another swish of the strap. This one caught her where buttocks met thigh. She bucked wildly at that one and couldn't help but yelp quite loudly. It hurt so badly there, twice as bad as anywhere else on her bottom.

"I'm going to deliver the rest of these a bit faster so we can get it over with. Restrain from reaching back, the strap hurts dreadfully across the hands. Some find it helps to tuck their arms under their bodies." He told her wanting to get the strapping and caning over. 

She took his advice and tucked her arms under herself. Gritting her teeth she readied herself for the onslaught of the strap.

Waiting until he thought she was ready he started laying the strap onto her upturned bottom quickly; leaving only a few seconds between strokes. Seven more times he brought it whistling down onto her behind bringing the final count to ten. He originally planned to give her twenty but could not bring himself to do it knowing the pain the previous punishments had caused her and knowing that she still had a caning to get through.

The strokes fell fast and hard, and Serena could not help but cry out with every blow. Sobs racking her body, she writhed, trying to escape fruitlessly. After the final stroke she laid there, sobbing into her arms. 

Mr. Logan put the strap away and tried to ignore her anguished sobbing. The sound of it tore at his heart and he had to stay resigned to what he was doing. He waited until her sobs subsided, and told her to rise and place the wooden stool into the middle of the room.

She slowly rose from the couch grimacing in pain and walked to the stool while gingerly holding a buttock in each hand. They felt swollen and hot under her hands and she wondered if they looked as bad as they felt. She picked up the stool and at a snail's pace placed it in the middle of the room. With a deep sense of foreboding she tried to come to terms with what was about to happen. She had dreaded all of the punishments she knew she would be receiving this night, but the cane was the most dreaded of the lot. She had seen the marks it had caused on some of the other girls and heard tales of how badly it hurt them. She was scared that she wouldn't be able to handle it but she had no choice now. She steeled herself for what was about to happen and awaited his instructions.

Striding across the room, Mr. Logan picked up the cane.

"Serena, you are now about to get the final phase of your punishment. You are to receive six strokes of the cane across your bare bottom. You are not to reach back at any time. If you do that stroke will not count and you will receive it again. Reaching back three times or more will find you back in my office next week to receive another six strokes. Am I making myself clear?" said Mr. Logan sternly.

"Yes, Mr. Logan." Serena said softly, her stomach in knots.

"Very well then, let's get this over with." said Mr. Logan. "Get yourself well over the stool and grasp the bottom rung."

Serena did as she was bid, stretching she was able to reach the rung. Her body taut over the stool presenting her bottom perfectly for the upcoming strokes.

Taking the cane Mr. Logan gave a few practice swipes, listening to the angry swish it made as it whizzed thru the air. 

Resting the cane across the center of her bottom he measured where the first stroke would fall.

"You will count each stroke young lady, and thank me for its delivery." 

"Yes Mr. Logan."

She felt the cane lifted momentarily from her bottom. She heard the angry swish and seconds later the pain registered in her bottom. She howled in agony. Never had she felt such pain in her life. It felt like she had sat on a hot poker! 

"One Sir, thank you." she managed to say between ragged gasps.

He waited a full minute before delivering the second stroke to her defenseless rear. Raising the cane high he brought it forcefully down with a resounding crack.

When the second stroke hit her whole body stiffened. Her back arched and her legs swung high off the floor. Her mind could barely comprehend the amount of pain she was going thru. Her bottom felt like a nest of hornets had made a home there, stinging her all a one time.

"T-two Sir, th-thank y-ou."

Three more wicked strokes landed, Serena shrieking after each. She managed to not reach back, count them, and thank him after each bite of the cane. Her bottom hurt so badly that she could barely move. She swore that the cane had cut her, but there was only five angry welts running from the center of her bottom to where her buttocks met her thighs. "One more to go." she kept repeating to herself. "Then this horrible ordeal will be over."

"You are taking your caning exceptionally well Serena, one stroke to go and it will be over. Stay across the stool until I give you permission to rise. Prepare yourself."

Serena gritted her teeth and waited for the final cut of the cruel cane.

Mr. Logan rested the cane on the junction of buttock and thigh, knowing this is the tenderest area. The final stroke must be the harshest so he always laid it on top of a previous stroke. He watched her wince as the cane touched the welt that was already there before raising the cane high and bringing it quickly down to deliver its final, evil kiss.

The pain of the final stroke was so intense that it took a bit for the sheer agony to finally register. She let out a loud shriek and bucked wildly on the stool, almost unbalancing it. She then went limp and just laid across it sobbing. 

Mr. Logan looked at her bottom, seeing the angry welts that had risen over the already crimson globes. He felt a strong urge to pick her up and cradle her to him and it took everything in him not to give into it. He slowly put the cane away and went to sit at his desk to log the punishments that she had received. After a bit he heard her sobs turn to sniffles and called her to stand by him. 

Serena rose from the stool and went to stand before his desk. Reaching back to cradle her aching bottom she could feel the ridges the cane had made on her tender flesh. As hard as this night was to get thru she came to the realization that she deserved every bit of what she had gotten. She felt no anger at Mr. Logan at all. In fact she fell more in love with him. He cared for her; she could tell by the way he had treated her. Yes he hurt her by punishing her, but she could tell that it was because he had to, not because he took delight in it. She was more resolved now than ever that he would one day be hers.

"No Serena, I want you to come around the desk and stand before me. Don't worry you aren't going to be punished anymore, I just want to speak to you."

She walked around the desk slowly, not wanting to move much. Her bottom was swollen and felt tight; every step stretched the tender flesh there, causing her pain to increase.

When she was finally standing before him, he took both of her hands in his and looked deep into her eyes. 

"Serena, I know that the discipline you received this evening may have seemed overly harsh to you. I hope that one day you will realize why I had to do it. I like you Serena, very much, and I only want what is best for you. Once you graduate and get a taste of what the real world is like, I hope you take the lesson that you learned here tonight with you. Many people out there think stealing others ideas or cheating people out of what is rightfully theirs is the only way to get ahead in life. It is not. Honesty is always the right avenue to take. It may not move you quickly up the corporate ladder, but I guarantee you will feel better about yourself at the end of the day. Anyway enough lecturing, you're a good woman and I know that you will go far in life. Just do it honestly." He said with his heart in his eyes. He loved her; he knew it without a doubt now. It wasn't mere lust. He wanted her in his life forever. He just had to wait six months to make it known to her.

"I really like you too Mr. Logan. I understand why you had to punish me this way and I know I deserved it. I harbor no hard feelings towards you at all. I had a lesson to learn, a painful lesson at that! I did learn it and I will always keep it in my mind. I knew better than to do what I did, but I did it anyway. Instead of thinking things thru I acted irrationally. I'm sorry that I was so much trouble for you. Maybe one day, after I graduate I can make it up to you somehow." She knew exactly HOW she would like to make it up to him, she thought wickedly. She would too, she just had to bide her time.

"Well maybe one day, Serena, I will let you make it up to me." He said with a slight grin. "But, right now, let me escort you back to your dorm room."

After helping her on with her robe Mr. Logan put his arm around Serena's shoulders and helped support her as they took the long walk back to her room. What was usually a five-minute walk took almost twenty since she was so sore. 

Standing outside of her door he turned her to face him. Lifting her chin with his finger he made her look him in the eye.

"I don't want to see you in my office for punishment again, young lady. I don't like having to do that to you but I promise you, I will do it again if you earn it!" said Mr. Logan, the hint of a smile reaching his eyes, softening his words. "Now I want you to go into your room, put some aloe and icy wash cloths on your bottom. That should help with the pain and swelling somewhat. You are excused from classes tomorrow but you must report for morning assembly since I will be announcing what occurred this evening. Now sleep sweet, Serena, try to get some rest."

"Goodnight Mr. Logan." Serena said softly, walking into her room and closing the door behind her. "I love you." She whispered, listening to his footsteps fade as he walked down the hallway. She did as he suggested and rubbed aloe onto her buttocks and with a fan pointed at the icy cloths resting on her bottom, she drifted off to restful dreams filled with a man having deep green eyes, dark silky hair...and her heart.



Little Miss Perfect Ch. 02



Paul was in the kitchen making a pitcher of margaritas. He had already made some fresh guacamole and ceviche. They were sitting on a big tray that he was to take out to the girls by the pool. His head was swimming. He had just gotten an amazing blow job by his sister's friend. That part he was ok with. The part that was scrambling his brains was the fact that his sister was there watching the whole time. His little sister who he used to push on the swing set was standing in the same room as he came buckets down her friend's throat.

To make matters worse she had taken pictures of the act, and threatened to take them to the cops if he didn't do whatever she said for a whole week. That was less than ten minutes ago. They then left him standing with a dripping dick, and went outside to sun themselves by the pool. As they left they called their menu requests to him over their shoulders.

What was going on here? How did he get into this mess? Well I guess he knew how he got into this mess, but he never could have imagined this scenario taking place. He couldn't believe that his sister was a part of this mess. At least this would all be over in a week. Although the blowjob part he wouldn't mind continuing. And perhaps slipping his big dick into that cute redhead would be pretty awesome as well, but would his sister have to watch it all? That would be weird. Thinking about that cute redhead started to get his cock hard again. Or was it the thought of his innocent little sister watching him fuck her that was getting him hard. Either way Paul had to postpone taking the girls their tray of snacks and drinks. He needed his hard-on to subside a bit.

Outside the girls were giggling about their conquest.

"Did you see how thick he was Sarah? I felt like my jaws were going to come unhinged trying to squeeze him into my mouth. And fuck, he just kept cumming and cumming in my mouth, I thought I would choke!"

Sarah leaned over to Sally and kissed her deeply. She explored the deep recesses of Sally's mouth with her tongue searching for her brother's taste, but all she tasted was Sally.

"You are so fucking hot Sally. Watching you take my brother's big cock in your tiny mouth was so sexy. Damn you're good girl. I don't think I could have taken as much as you did. Feel how wet it's got me."

Sarah grabbed Sally's hand and slipped it into her bikini bottoms.

"You are drenched girl. I will have to take care of you later. Or maybe I will just tease you some more with that brother of yours."

"Don't you dare! It drove me nuts to see all the fun you were having; although, I can't wait to see him stretch out that little pussy of yours. Maybe I will be licking your clit when that happens."

They were interrupted by Paul bringing out a tray of snacks and margaritas.

"Here you go ladies. I hope these snacks are to your liking." Paul was trying to make the best of a strange situation. He had accepted the fact that he was to do his sister's bidding for a week. When he came out of the house he saw two gorgeous young women sunbathing topless. Despite one of them being his sister, he figured he could have some fun this week with the other. Speaking of his sister, were her tits always so big? It was as if he was seeing them for the first time. Her bronze skin ended at the last third of her large breasts . She must have been wearing some skimpy bikinis lately, and you could tell that she hadn't sunbathed topless much, if at all. 

Her breasts were nothing short of perfect. They had to be a big C cup Paul figured, but they were so perky. They just stood out straight from her athletic frame. The contrast of her bronze skin to the milky white breast stirred lust in Paul. Her pink areolas that were about the size of half dollars were capped with dark red nipples that seemed much too big for even her large breasts. Paul shook his head trying to get the prurient thoughts of his sister out of his head.

Sarah had seen him looking at her breasts, and it made her smile. He was finally beginning to see her as the sexual being that she was.

"Yeah food and drinks." The girls yelled in unison. They attacked the snacks.

"Pour us a drink please." Sally asked.

"Of course madam." Joe played along. Seeing Sally's cute little body practically naked was getting him hard again. Her bathing suit bottom could not have been any skimpier, and he could swear he could see a darker shade of pink where her pussy would be.

"You only brought out two glasses silly. We are not going to drink by ourselves. Go get yourself a glass too." His sister teased him.

"Look Sarah that big dick of his is waking up again!"

Sarah glanced down at the front of her brother's shorts and could see the outline of his big cock pressing against the thin fabric of his shorts. Having two hot girls staring at his groin caused Paul's cock to grow further.

"That has to be uncomfortable. Let's make him take off those shorts while he serves us. Then we can check out his cute little ass as he walks around." Sally suggested.

"You heard her Paul. She says you have to take your shorts off, so take them off." Sarah told her brother.

Paul's mind was racing. This had escalated so quickly. One moment he was bringing his sister and her friend drinks and snacks, and now they were telling him to take off his shorts. Why were they doing this to him?

His thoughts were interrupted by his sister's friend commanding him again. "Take off your fuckin shorts Paul! I am bored and want to see that cock of yours again."

"But...but." Paul stammered and his eyes pointed at his sister.

"Don't worry about me Paul. I have already seen everything. If you can't handle taking your shorts off in front of me, you shouldn't have dropped your pants and masturbated while taking pictures of my under aged friend. You got caught, and now you must pay the price. You have to do what we say for the next week. Now take your shorts off so that Sally can enjoy the view."

And there it was. Paul was standing in front of two gorgeous topless young women, and they were asking him to get naked in front of them. The only problem was that one of them was his sister. And in actuality they weren't asking him to get naked, they were telling him to get naked. And he had to do everything they said for a week or they would go to the cops with pictures of him with his dick in the mouth of his sister's under aged friend. Or at least Paul thought she was under aged. In actuality she was eighteen and just pulling a fast one on him so she could use him to fulfill her voracious sexual appetite.

"Fuck it." Paul sighed. He hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his shorts and slowly pulled them down. He had to carefully maneuver around his cock which had grown to a rather impressive girth already. He had a bit of difficulty slipping his board shorts past his semi erect cock because its waistband was non-elastic. He could hear his sister's friend giggle as he struggled to get his shorts off. Finally he prevailed, and he flung his board shorts at the little giggling redhead.

"Happy?" He shrugged his shoulders at both girls.

He was an interesting sight to behold. His thin frame practically swayed in the breeze, and yet there was this thick powerful cock between his legs that looked like it belonged to someone else. Sarah felt moisture slip out of her pussy and run out the sides of her tiny bikini bottoms. She could have any boy or man she wanted, but there was something so exciting to see a forbidden cock before her. The only cock she couldn't have, her brother's cock. She could feel her nipples harden in the cool breeze. She was so turned on right now. Sally's voice woke her from her fog.

"You can't walk around with that hard cock between your legs. Take care of it in front of us. Show us how you were jerking off before. I will make it easier for you."

Without hesitation Sally reached the side of her bikini bottoms, grabbed the knot and undid them. The tiny piece of fabric fell aside revealing her tiny pink pussy. Her cleanly shaven pink lips stood out starkly from her pale skin. Her lips were engorged and invitingly opened. She was extremely turned on.

"Here, I will give you a show while you show us how you manage to jerk that big cock off." Sally's hand spread open her big lips showing the alluring pink tunnel within. Her soft lips flowed over her dainty fingers. Paul marveled at how large her pussy lips were.

Paul was beyond stunned. He kept his stair on the beautiful little cunt in front of him, and his hand instinctively went to his cock. He wrapped his long fingers around his now rigid cock and squeezed. A drop of pre-cum bubbled out of his tip. He dexterously rubbed the natural lubricant around his throbbing head. He focused on Sally who was now rubbing her wet pussy lips. They glistened in the sunshine. 

"God they are so big." He thought. "I would love to suck them into my mouth."

He had completely forgottened that his sister was sitting right next to Sally. Paul tried hard to ignore his sister but now she crept into his thoughts. "What was she doing? Was she touching herself? Was she even looking at him?" He was too afraid to look. He stroked his cock powerfully, massaging out even more lubricant. 

Sally had two hands on her pussy now. One was rubbing her clit vigorously, while the other had two fingers penetrating her little pussy. They slid in and out with ease. She was drenched, and her pink swollen lips stood out from her pale little fingers. His gaze travelled up her nubile body. Up her tight stomach with abs flexing with each breath, up to her little perky titties with hard nipple pointed at the sun. Finally he reached her face and the look on her pretty green eyes started to push him over the edge. She was staring at him longidly like a starving animal. The lust was dripping from her smile as she licked her lips. He stroked faster and faster. The lust in her eyes seemed to pull the cum from his balls. 

"Look at his balls twitch! He is going to cum Sally! Cum all over her Paul! Drench her with your cum!" 

It was his sister calling to him. His eye lids fell nearly shut as a wave of bliss passed over his entire body. It took all of Paul's control to take the shaft of his pulsating cock and aim it at Shelly's tits. His balls pulled tight against his shaft as a thick stream of his cum shot at Sally. He missed her tits and instead hit her square in the face just above her left eye into her fiery red hair. The second blast hit its mark, and the creamy white jizz matched her flesh almost perfectly. 

The sight of this eruption was too much for Sally. She moaned and thrust three fingers into her cunt as her whole body shook with a powerful orgasm. His next three bursts of cum travelled lower and lower on her body until his last spurt hit just above her sopping cunt.

Paul's eyes had fallen shut at some point of his orgasm. His legs were so weak that he grabbed the back of another lounge chair for support. He slowly opened his eyes. He soaked in the view of this gorgeous, tiny redhead covered in his seed. Her eyes were closed. She had cum dripping from her hair down onto her face. One gob of cum hung off of her left nipple, and her crotch as a mess of both their juices.

His sister! He had forgotten that she was sitting just out of his view. He had a hard time turning his head to look at her, but he finally built up his courage and did so. Her long blonde hair had partially fallen over her face, and her skin looked a bit flushed. Her chest was heaving up and down with her rapid breaths and he could swear that the nipples at the ends of her large breasts were erect. He didn't want to stare at them but he could see in his peripheral vision that her uncannily large nipples were stiff.

His gaze fell towards her lustful eyes and was frozen there. She had such a sinister smile on her succulent lips, and the look in her eyes was something he had never seen before in his little sister. He stood there in front of her holding his now spent cock. He was slowly becoming flaccid again. Cum leaked from his cock head and strung down from it. The string of cum hung from his cock for a moment and then broke free and fell to the concrete. For whatever reason, maybe it was the endorphins from his orgasm, he was not embarrassed any more. He didn't try to hide his cock from his sister. Finally she broke the silence.

"Wow! That was amazing. You got a lot of cum built up in those balls brother. Now that we got that hard on taken care of, why don't you get that third glass, and we can enjoy that margarita before it gets warm. It looks like Sally could really use a drink."

They both glanced over at the little redhead and saw that she was still lost in orgasmic bliss. She stirred a bit at the mention of her name, but kept her eyes closed as she answered. One hand was slowly rubbing cum over her breasts, and the other was messaging her cunt again.

"I would love a drink now."

She continued to absent mindedly rubbing Paul's cum into her alabaster skin. Paul was dumbfounded. What choice did he have? He shrugged his shoulders, turned, and walked towards the house. His rounded ass swaying with the confidence he gained by make a gorgeous young woman cum just by watching him stroke his big cock. He still couldn't bring himself to look at his little sister's half naked body, but he figured that he would have to sooner or later. The girls were silent as he walked to the house and entered through the sliding glass door and grabbed a glass.

As soon as he entered the house Sarah bend over her little cum drench friend and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. Then she stroked the redheads face, smoothing her brother's cum back. 

"That was so fucking hot. I can't wait to watch him fuck you."

"I don't know. That is one fucking big cock, but I will give it a try. How about you Sarah? When are you going to play with your brother?"

Instead of answering, Sarah slid down to her friends cum covered breast. She reached down with her salacious lips and waited a second inches from the nipple that was still held a glob of her brother's cum from its tip. She took the messy nipple in her mouth and reveled in the salty flavor of her brother mixed with the perfume of her friend's skin. 

She slowly and deliberately went to the other nipple and gave it the same loving attention. As she sucked on her friend's nipples her hand travelled down and found Sally's hand. She put her hand over her friend's and helped her massage her cunt.

She then rose from the rock hard nipple she was sucking on and brought her lips to Sally's and kissed her passionately. She aggressively prodded the redhead's mouth with her tongue as she thrust three fingers into her friend's cunt.

Finally she relented her assault. She smoothed back Sally's hair lovingly and said with a devious smile, "Don't worry. I have this whole thing planned out. I will get that big cock of my brother's when I am good and ready. You just worry about your own pussy."

With that she slapped her friend's pussy playfully, yet hard enough that Sally gave out a bit of a yelp.

This was just beginning.