She found him in his bedroom and one glance was all she needed to see that she was too late for him too. He stood tiredly with the wreckage of his cock dangling in a way that told her he was definitely out of order for the time being.
The obvious explanation was just behind him on the bed. Faith lay with her legs wide apart and a dreamy look of contentment on her proud young face.
If more evidence was needed, Elizabeth found it when she looked down between the lovely young thighs. The whole expanse of her crotch and the bottom slopes of her bum cheeks were wet with the boy's sperm.
“Why you greedy little bitch,” Elizabeth raged as she realized how she had been robbed of the much needed dosage of stiff cock.
“What ever do you mean?” Faith asked in an innocent tone but with a smile that spoke volumes.
“You know damn well what I mean, little miss hot twat. I told you last night that I'd be ready for action as soon as I got up this morning and you knew I wanted to have one real good rise with Clyde.”
“Oh well, he's a strong young man,” Faith almost laughed as she said it. “I'm sure he'll recover before long.”
Up to that point, Elizabeth would have been a good enough sport to take her loss with a grin in spite of her pretended anger. Faith's cocky attitude was just too much for her at the moment though. Pretended anger grew into the real thing.
“That did it, you little minx,” she snorted as she jumped to the bed and made a grab at the nude girl. “I am going to teach you a lesson in manners.”
Faith made a jump to get off the other side of the bed, but it was too little and much too late. Before she could collect her wits, the woman had wrapped a strong arm around her waist and turned her over her legs so that twin cheeks of a beautiful bum arched invitingly before her.
Before Faith could give vent to the cry of outrage she felt, Elizabeth's strong palm had already slapped a brisk spank across the apex of one delightful cheek and was rising to prepare the second spank.
The confident young woman suddenly became a little girl again as the woman spanked as hard as she had ever done in the old days before the orgy.
Again and again her hand rose and fell as her left arm held the writhing, yelping victim securely in place so that her dancing bum never did get a chance to avoid even one stinging spank.
Faith had been quite the young lady as she boasted having drained her brother's tool before Elizabeth, hot from waiting, had been able to clamp her starving quim around it. All that changed quite suddenly though, she was now a very contrite little girl whose buttocks were a very hot and sore looking shade of red while the hand continued to spank new fires into the sensitive cheeks.
It would have been a less severe spanking, but for the discovery Elizabeth made that spanking the girl was providing her with a wild, sexual stimulation almost as good as having a stiff rammer driving in and out of her twat.
That discovery sealed Faith's fate and assured her a glowing, tingling arse.
Elizabeth spanked until her arm was tired, her palm stinging and her cunt ready to explode. Without giving the girl a chance to rest from the rigors of the spanking, Elizabeth threw her robe off and displayed her nude, waiting body.
Falling back on the bed, she grabbed the sobbing girl by the hair and pulled her face eagerly into the warmth of her crotch. Not wanting another round of spanking, Faith knew just what expected of her and did it with a spirit of dedication that had the woman moaning in passion within a few seconds.
Understanding chap that he was, Clyde moved to sit by the tutor and his hands found her breasts in a way that made everything more exciting for her as the dear girl sucked her cunt with a vengeance.
When Elizabeth made it clear that she was beginning to come, Clyde, understanding as always, squeezed the pair of fleshy melons in his warm hands and held them tightly until her body stopped jerking and the cries of completion stopped.
Whispering into her ear then, he moved quickly to pull his sister away. Moments later, his educated young tongue was lapping with all the skill of a master so that she gave a groan of delight and began to come again. He kept his ardent mouth pressed into her heat until the storm passed and Elizabeth was a happy, contented woman again.
At least, she was until she noticed that in servicing her so well, the boy had managed a new erection that promised to be more than enough to meet any demands she could make on it.
“Kneel up, Elizabeth,” he guided her with his hands as he spoke. “I really work better this way with your beautiful bum against my belly.”
Elizabeth didn't need to be told twice. In just a trice, she was kneeling on all four with her long legs wide apart to provide an easy entrance to her crotch.
Clyde's erection had been good, but as he looked at the kneeling woman, her lush breasts dangling full and smooth looking with the erect teats stabbing down, he felt his cock twitch with anxiety to get at the job.
Kneeling close behind her, he ran his hands over the silken slopes of her bum for a little while to tease himself rather than her. It worked beautifully and his pecker was threatening to drive toward the slit with a mind of its own if he didn't hurry and do something about it.
He did. His left hand moved under the curves of her twitching arse and found the warm, wet path. Holding it open, he lanced his member under her and pushed the hard head right up into the slit without fumbling at all as he had done the first few times.
His arrow drove straight and true until it was fully buried in the center of her target. His hands were the strong hands of a man as he held her thighs and hips to keep her centered properly.
Before he flooded her cunt and belly with his warm product, Elizabeth had been well and truly Screwed so that she wanted nothing more than a long rest. She left the room slowly, leaving the brother and sister alone.
“You really gave it to her, Clyde,” Faith said to her brother with admiration.
“I plowed it into her all right,” he laughed, feeling very proud of himself.
“You really wore her out with your screwing.”
“Yeah, that's right. She was nearly crawling when she left,” he laughed. “But she wore you out, too.” “She did not. I feel very good and very strong.”
Faith reached down and took her brother's limp, lick cock between her fingers. She felt it, measured it, caressed it.
“She did too wear you out. Look how little and soft your prick is.”
“Well, what do you expect?”
“I expect it to be hard and ready when I want it.”
“But it's just been used.”
“Do you think that if I suck on it it'll get hard again?”
“I doubt it.”
“Well, then, you'll have to do me.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. You'll have to get down between my legs and eat up my pussy.”
“You want it now?” “Yes, I do.”
“All right. I'll do it. Lie down and spread your legs wide apart so I can get at that hot cunt of yours.”
“Anything you say, brother dear,” she laughed.
Clyde buried his face between his sister's warm thighs and his mouth covered her slick, fevered slit. His tongue dug and dove and licked, driving his sister nearly out of her mind. When she came she screamed and nearly fainted.
Edward Cartwright
The Family Man
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
For days now, Faith and her brother had been applying themselves to their school work. The evenings were always enjoyable, with the four of them usually participating in some variation of an orgy that went on until the participants were exhausted.
But while the evenings were fine, the days were a bore to the two young ones, especially so in Faith's case. School work had once seemed routine, but since her education had been stepped up, she found it impossibly dull.
Noticing this at the outset, Elizabeth used both reason and
applications of the cane and birch to make the proper impression on the girl. In doing so, she made it clear that while the younger ones acted as adults, they would be accorded appropriate treatment.
When, on the other hand, their conduct fell below the acceptable standard, they would be punished like naughty children.
Clyde, becoming more mature every day, caught on at once so that he had not received even one beating as they returned to the discipline of the class room. Faith was not nearly as amenable to the routine however, and her big behind constantly wore stripes.
On one particular day, Faith swore that she would not earn herself another beating. Applying herself to the work assigned her, she was a model student and had finished the job shortly after lunch.
After congratulating herself, she was startled to realize that thanks to having finished so early, there was a long afternoon of boredom ahead before she could hope for any enjoyment to break the monotony.
At once, her mind began working on a plan to fill the void which looked ahead and seemed weeks long, not just hours.
In the fields behind the house, she watched men at work. In desperation, she thought of slipping outside in search of some fun.
The more she toyed with the idea, the more exciting it seemed. There was, she told herself, no need for any complicated plan.
She would merely appear to be an innocent maid out for a stroll in the fields on a sunny afternoon. When she spotted a likely looking man working alone, it would be simple enough to duck into the shelter of a hedge or clump of bush and raise her skirts up her belly.
Seeing such a sight, she smiled at the thought, any man would quickly understand what was being offered and be quick to take advantage of it.
As an alternative, Faith continued to ponder her plan, she could walk up close to one of the men working alone and really surprise him by asking in a quiet voice if he would like to ram his cock into her steaming hot cunt.
She would smile at his look of shock and walk into the shelter of some hedge. Before long, she was sure, he would come to her with his stiff, hungry prick held in his hand at the ready.
Faith felt the searing heat of her crotch and knew there was no time to waste. Some nameless field hand was about to receive a surprise screwing and there was no point in keeping him waiting-While she considered whether to inform Elizabeth that she was going for a walk or whether to just leave the house, Faith saw a man turning into the walk leading to the front door of the house.
Recognizing him as the new minister come to pay a call on the family, she was tempted to be angry for just a moment. It took her no longer than that to strike on a plan of using the man of the cloth to satisfy the hunger that was burning in her crotch.
What a thrill it would be, she thought with excitement, to turn his mind from matters spiritual to those of a much more sexual nature. With growing confidence and rising passion, she allowed her mind to dwell on the delights of seducing a man who delivered stirring sermons on the evil of the flesh and the terrible sins committed to satisfy the lusts of the body.
If she had stopped to think of the enormity of her plan, Faith might have realized how difficult it could be, but she didn't stop to question. Instead, she hurried to the door to admit the man just as he was reaching for the knocker.
Smiling and greeting the man with her best curtsey, she welcomed him to the house while permitting her eyes to rove over his husky frame. He was bigger than her father, she noted, but his size was all muscle without a trace of fat. In addition, he was much younger and more virile looking.
I wonder how big and strong a cock he has, she mused silently while commenting on the loveliness of the weather. She was pleased to see that the minister seemed charmed at her manner. That was important to her. He could consider her to be a girl and a lovely one, she reasoned, but more than that, he had to see some of the charm of a maturing woman at the same time. Without that, her plan would be in trouble.
While she was assuring the minister that her father was well, Elizabeth walked into the room. Faith glowed, her confidence growing, as she heard the man enthuse in praise of her ladylike manner.
Elizabeth was quick to go along with the game by assuring the man of the cloth that the girl was mature beyond her years and gave promise of becoming a lady of the highest standing.
For a little while, Faith was content so sit quietly while the man and woman exchanged polite conversation. A lull arrived in the conversation, and when it did, Faith was ready to pounce.
“Dear Elizabeth,” she spoke almost shyly, “I've been greatly troubled by spiritual problems of late. Would it be an imposition to ask this man of the cloth to discuss certain troubling matters with me in the privacy of daddy's study?”
“Why, my child,” the man replied before Elizabeth could bring herself under control as a result of the surprise query, “I should be pleased to listen to your problems and offer what help I can.”
“I'm confident your father would be proud of you my dear,” Elizabeth managed to reply at last. “He has done his best to guide you in the proper paths and would, I'm sure be proud of you at this moment.”
“Be assured, Elizabeth, that it is my intention to further the good works to which my father has introduced me that I wish to discuss such intimate matters with this obviously good man.”
Looking over the head of the seated man, Faith's eyes flashed a message and she saw Elizabeth go pale in terror as she comprehended what the child was about.
“I trust, my dear,” Faith saw a glint of excited humor replace the terror that had been in the woman's eyes a moment before, “that you won't burden this man beyond his capabilities with your problems.”
“You have my assurance of that, Elizabeth. I do wish you would inform my dear brother of my intentions. I feel confident he would view it well.”
He would indeed view it well, Faith thought, if he gets the message. Understanding what I'm about, he'll introduce Elizabeth to the peep holes into the study so that they could both watch as she set about seducing in her best style this unbending looking person.
Assuring Faith that she would deliver the message to her brother, Elizabeth stood back as the girl led the man to her father's study and closed the door carefully behind them.
Telling herself there was no reason to hurry, Faith engaged the man in light conversation for a few minutes to allow the others time to get into position in the adjoining room. Hearing the click of the closing door, Faith took a deep breath and prepared to launch her seduction of the minister.
“What seems to be troubling you, my child?” the man asked in a gentle tone.
“I fear sir, that I am ceasing to be a child and it is because of that, that I am troubled. Are you sure I am not burdening you unfairly with my silly problems?”
“Of course not, my dear. It is my role in life to assist with problems such as yours. Speak with complete freedom, my dear and try to tell me what bothers you.”
“Well, reverend,” she tried to look coy and womanly at the same time, “I find that strange things are taking place within my body. Until quite recently, I was more than content with being a girl, but now my body demands that I be a woman and sends the strangest feelings with temptations and hungers that I find so difficult to see through.”
“Can you explain these things to me, my child? Do not fear if you do not know the words that seem to fit. Choose any words which come to you and I shall endeavor to understand and assist you as best I can.”
“I'll try, good sir, but please don't think me too evil, I pray you. Perhaps only a woman can understand. Perhaps I have wronged you in asking you to listen to the foolish sentiments of a girl who cannot cope with the things that are happening inside her.”
“Come, my child,” he encouraged, “I am wise in the ways of the world. Tell me in the clearest words about the things which trouble you and I shall do my best to help you.”
“Well, good si
r,” she bent her head in such a way that she knew he would be able to see over the top of her bodice to the gentle swells of her blossoming breasts, “I have been finding of late that there are strange feelings besetting me in that region between my thighs.”
“Do I understood that this is a physical feeling, my child? I mean is there pain or some rash with which you do not know how to cope?”
“No, sir, it is nothing like that. I mean…” she paused for effect, “that my little cunny becomes terribly restless as if demanding that something new and strange should happen to it.”
“Tell me more, my dear.” His voice became shaky and Faith saw beads of perspiration stand out on his forehead. “Can you explain these feelings so that I can understand?”
“Well, reverend sir, it is something much like a mad itch which cannot be scratched. There are times when the madness becomes such that I must put my hand inside my gown and attempt to still it with my hand. Can you truly understand such things?”
“Well now, my dear,” the man stammered, “I'm not sure that a man can truly understand the most secret things of women, and I see you really are becoming a woman rather than a mere girl child. I shall try though.”
“Perhaps, good sir,” she went on in a splendid act of innocence, “if I were to show you the nature of the act I must perform to find relief, it would assist you in understanding.”
“That does seem like a wise suggestion, my child,” he managed, “but perhaps such an act could be misunderstood if someone should stumble upon us while you are making such a demonstration.”
“Truly, there is no chance of that. The door behind us is well locked. Please, sire, if you feel it could help to show me what is wrong, do allow me to demonstrate for you. I know it will embarrass me to show my cunny to a man, but as a man of the cloth, you are surely different. Is that not so?”
“Of course it is so, my child. If you really think it will help, then by all means do raise your clothing and let me see this thing you do with your fingers inside your little cunny slit.”
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