Edward Cartwright - The Family Man

But now, the time for thought had passed and it was time for sensation of every sort. He and Elizabeth had worked out the plan carefully and they would follow it.

As the first step, the four would play on the bed until, when the right pitch had been reached, she would take the boy onto her body and remove his virginity while the others were, their passions continuing to build,-watching and waiting till their turn came.

They all moved toward the bed with mixed feelings of anticipation and tension. Without words needing to be spoken, they paired off so that Elizabeth and Clyde fell into an embrace, while Harry took his trembling daughter into his arms.

He intended only holding her for the time being so that she could calm herself while Elizabeth and Clyde entertained them and heated their bodies to the fever pitch he wanted for the taking of his daughter.

As for Elizabeth, she had no intention of leading the boy all the way this time. She had taught him all he needed to know, she reasoned, and it was going to be up to him to take the lead.

More than anything, she wanted the excited boy to go through the motions of seducing her while she played the role of reluctant maiden until his cock throbbed with an intense desire that would drive him wild, wild enough to take her roughly and make up in force what he lacked in size.

As their first passionate kiss ended, she whispered to him that he was in control and would have to make her hot before he could get between her thighs and push his cock into her cunt.

The words intoxicated the boy and he felt his whole body surge with desire. Until that moment, he thought he would merely have to lie on top of her and drive his tool home. Now, knowing that it was up to him to put her into the proper mood for it, he became even more excited as he savored the thought that he could have such power over so mature and experienced a woman.

It was just what he needed to hurry his growth from boy to man. Until then, he was the boy and she was the tutor. When she felt so inclined, she could lower his trousers, put him across her lap and beat him until he cried like a baby.

Now, through the magic of some miracle he didn't really understand, he had been handed the role of male and given power to seduce a woman who knew far more of matters sexual than he had even dreamed of.

As he drew her back to him for another passionate kiss, one of his hands fondled a ripe breast and squeezed until he felt her jerk against him. Their tongues rubbed in the warmth of their locked mouths and Clyde compared it to the rubbing that would soon take place inside her moist twat.

Both her breasts had been liberally bathed in his spittle before he pushed her down onto the bed and began tracing a line of wet kisses down her belly. At the navel, he paused and licked the smooth depression while she wriggled under him in passion.

As his lips moved down over the bottom slope of her belly, Clyde saw her thighs parting as if of their own volition, as if her mind had nothing to do with the move.

His first urge was to reach for her crotch at once and press his lips there. He sensed he was maturing at a fast pace when it struck him as being much wiser to postpone that pleasure while he kissed and teased close to the spot until she screamed for that one kiss she had to have.

Raising his face and letting her see him lick his lips, he reached his hands under her body to cup both chubby cheeks of her firm behind and raise her toward him.

Sure that her cunny was about to be kissed with a great passion, she allowed her body to ride up in his hands and closed her eyes for a moment to savor the joy to the exclusion of everything else.

Instead, his lips brushed lightly along the inside of her sensitive left thigh. He felt her shudder then and knew he had made a wise decision after all. Clyde moved his lips across the narrow opening so that only the hairs brushed his lips. Then, reaching the other thigh, he planted a lingering, wet kiss there, less than an inch away from the steaming slit that seemed to open and close as it waited for the kiss it had to have.

As his lips skirted the sensitive labia, kissing the flesh of her thighs and crotch, Clyde was filled with an overpowering sense of manhood strength as he felt her body trembling with desire.

He smelled the woman smell of her twat and heard the soft moans of desire breaking from her throat but still he refused to press his mouth where she wanted it.

Instead, he raised her bum higher and, pressing his face deeply into her crotch, reached under to nip with his teeth at the tender bottom slopes of her buttocks. He found them so sweet and tender that in that moment, he decided one day he would spank her.

It wouldn't be just a play spanking, he promised himself, it would be the real thing. She would writhe and bounce across his lap as he had so often done when she spanked him, his hand would slap hard and cup a nice round cheek with each spank.

Her bum would blaze a fiery red and she would cry and kick her legs so that she would show her twat. He would spank her until his arm tired then, he would roll her onto the bed and drive his hard cock into her arse hole. As he buggered her bum, his belly would rub against the burning, tingling cheeks and that would make it feel even better.

Carried away by his thoughts, he turned her and held her lush bottom high off the bed. Before he knew what he was doing, his hand slapped one cheek stingingly and held as the thick, firm flesh quivered in his grasp. For just an instant, he caught his breath in fear that the spank had angered her.

She did cry out, but he knew there was no anger in it, instead, she was pleading to be kissed and whether or not he spanked her made no difference. Instinct told him that she wouldn't care if he killed her as long as she died with the feel of his mouth pressing against the burning heat of her quim.

Reckless with his newly found power, he held her bum high and gave another few hard spanks. They were enough to plant fresh pink color on the white cheeks.

Then, when he knew she was least expecting it, Clyde suddenly caught the lips of her twat in his mouth and chewed on them. She was going crazy now and he knew he was doing his job well.

Still holding her that way while he sucked and drove his tongue deep into her well-lubricated slit, he spanked her bum again and again. She was lurching all over the bed as if possessed by the devil, but he stayed right with her and his tongue never stopped driving her wild.

He was barely able to tell when she began to come. Instead of pausing for the feeling to pass, she kept rubbing her crotch against his face demanding more and more of what he was giving her.

After some prolonged sucking and tonguing, Clyde guessed that she was approaching her second explosion. It was, he told himself, the right time to push his hard cock into her warm, slippery cunt.

Dropping her, he heard her moan of complaint at the removal of the mouth from her center of desire. Without wasting a moment, he fell atop her and began probing her crotch with the sensitive head of his tallywhacker. She was going to take it now whether she wanted to or not.

But she wanted to and the writhing of her body made that very clear to him. For a little while, he wondered if he would be able to find his way in without help. He felt the sweat of fear breaking out all over his body as he strove to find what should have been an easy entrance to locate.

When he did find the path between the slippery lips, it was so moist and opened with such a welcome, that his cock pushed all the way inside with one shove and Clyde, his breath tearing out of his body in rough gasps, found himself at last buried in the crotch of a woman.

Twenty-four hours ago, he wouldn't even have hoped, let alone believed, that such a thing could happen. Now it was the undreamed dream come true as he felt all that was hot and exciting and womanly wrapping around the big hardness of his cock.