I kept pumping my cock into Judy’s incredibly tight cunt, as hard and fast and deep as I could.She kept cumming and cumming and cumming. She whimper...ed and moaned when she came. The harder I fucked her, the harder she came, and the harder she came, the louder her moans got.Finally, I couldn’t hold off any longer, and I jerked my cock out of her pussy before it erupted. I put her on her back and fucked her for another fifteen minutes. She came a bunch of times. I lost count. She wrapped her arms. I was lost in concentration, fueled by my own increasing desire to make my sister cum. I needed her to cum, and it almost felt as though I would too. Suddenly she pulled away from me, and I stopped immediately. I laid frozen, still keeping my eyes closed, but knowing full well that there was no way I could have pretended to be asleep at this point. I felt her move quickly, and pull herself away from me almost completely. My hands fell away from her and for the next second or two I was sure she. "Please Master . . . your slave w—wishes her punishment finished . . . b—by you Master." Becca murmured the words barely audible to anyone but James. Still planting soft kisses to the cane, Becca continued, sniffling now and then and keeping her eyes closed out of embarrassment. "Your slave d—desires to feel the . . . the bite of the cane by your hand Master, so she can . . . learn from it?"Becca shivered as her voice left the unmistakable tone of a question to the end of her sentence. Becca. I was so exhausted, but Harry had recovered, and was not finished with me. Or rather, I was not finished with him. He took my hand and led me through to my bedroom. I had an enormous bed in a small room, almost going from one wall to the opposite. He lay down on it and pulled me along, I got the hint. Gently teasing him, I stroked around his cock, and cupped his balls in my hands. I pressed a finger against that sensitive bit below his balls, that I know can make a man cum really quickly. I.