Edward Cartwright - The Family Man

Tensing his muscles, he drew his hips back being careful not to draw so far back that he would run the risk of slipping right out. When he thought the draw back was far enough, he stopped and pushed it slowly, firmly back into her sexy swamp.

She moaned with delight and Clyde found all of a sudden that he had picked up more than enough of that manly confidence he needed to ram the woman all the way and emerge a knowledgeable man.

“Man, man, man,” she sobbed in a completely broken voice, “give it to me. Drive it all the way. Push it right up to my liver.”

The words were a strong tonic and Clyde knew he didn't have the equipment to meet her request, but he stroked with a steady firmness and gave her the benefit of everything he did have and she loved every slow, searing stroke of the fuck he was giving her.

And while the lovers were lost in their own erotic world where no sounds or sights from outside could possibly intrude, Harry and Faith watched spellbound as the boy of a little while ago became a man and performed with a style that would have put most mature men to shame.

What was most surprising to Harry was the way Clyde was able to contain himself so that in spite of everything, he continued to retain his strength and hold back the ejaculation that would end everything for him and for Elizabeth.

She had already come once with his small but agile pecker sliding back and forth in her body and already, she was preparing for the second eruption and wondering whether it would kill her.

In the perverse way of woman experiencing the ultimate in gratification, Elizabeth was actually praying for death. It would be the one massive experience of life to feel with every fiber of her body, the shattering of the very life force as the maddeningly effective prick moved along its relentless path, scraping the hypersensitive clitoris every inch of the way.

There would be, she told herself, a new plateau of pleasure that no woman had ever before enjoyed and, just as the end approached, her whole body would erupt in the greatest climax ever experienced.

When it was over, her body would be a still, small, warm thing. The only part of her remaining intact, would be her smile. People would come from miles around to look into the casket and see the greatest smile ever seen.

She would be a legend that would live forever.

And just as she was enshrining herself in history as the woman who had been screwed to death with a smile on her face that put the Mona Lisa to shame, Elizabeth stopped thinking and dreaming as she felt another climax sweeping over her.

This time it was even better than the previous ones. She was still screaming so that Harry and Faith held each other tightly for comfort when the sound of her cry was joined by Clyde's long drawn groan of completion.

Everything that had been held back was torn loose from its moorings like small boats caught in a sudden autumn storm. His muscles tightened so that he feared they would snap.

They did, but it was a magnificent thing and his belly was rubbing hers in a frantic unscored rhythm as he loosed a tide of sperm which swept through the moist channel of her cunt and rushed through her belly as nothing before had ever done.

Edward Cartwright

The Family Man

Having watched the performance of her brother and seen and heard the moans of ecstasy coming from the woman, Faith found a new confidence. She was still very much aware that it was going to hurt her, but she knew now that she would be able to take it.

No amount of pain, she told herself, was too great a price to pay to have her body prepared to accept joy of the type Elizabeth had just received.

It didn't matter to her then if her father split her right up the middle with his massive weapon, she would find a way to tie-the pieces back together and look forward to a wonderful screwing such as the woman had just received from her brother.

How it had come about was still a mystery to her. She knew he was completely inexperienced, and yet he had been able to drive an experienced woman like Elizabeth to the very fringe of insanity.

Her father, sensing what was going on inside the girl, allowed her a few minutes of whispered conversation with the tutor who lay back on the bed rubbing the delicious tingle the boy had left in her crotch.

Fighting for breath to form each word, Elizabeth assured the girl that what she had just experienced was the greatest feeling she had ever known and that she would willingly die to enjoy such ecstasy just one more time.

When their conversation ended, Faith turned to smile at her father.

“I know this is going to hurt me daddy,” she said with a confidence that surprised her, “but I want to do it anyway. I want to become a woman like Elizabeth and enjoy things the way she just enjoyed that fuck with my brother.”

“I knew you would understand,” the man smiled reply. “Yes dear, it will hurt when I break your cherry, but it will be well worth it. After that, you'll be a real woman and every fuck for the rest of your life will be a wonderful experience for you.”

Throwing herself into his arms, Faith kissed the man with a passion that surprised even her. A minute ago, she had been prepared to accept pain as a price for making the move from girl to woman. Now, it wasn't that at all. She actually looked forward to the terrible, searing pain of having his big cock tear her membrane apart. She wanted to feel her blood spilling out of her cunt to end all that was girlish and introduce her to the world of women.

“Fuck me, daddy,” she whispered loudly enough for the others to hear. “Let me feel that wonderful big cock tearing my guts out.”

“You'll have it all, my darling,” he replied, “but I don't want to hurt you any more than I have to. Elizabeth will bring ointment to lubricate the head of my cock and the sweet little slit of your cunt. We'll make everything as easy as possible for you.”

Tired as she was, Elizabeth threw herself from the bed and walked across the room. A moment later, she was back at the bed. In her hand, she held a jar of smooth cream and scooped a large amount of it out with her fingers.

Her touch was loving as she massaged the flaring red head of the big tool to soften it for the journey ahead. With the same gentle touch, she eased the girl down onto the bed and began to apply the unguent well into the tight slit of the girlish twat.

When she was finished ministering to the girl, she tossed the jar to the foot of the bed and sat beside her so that she could hold her hand and offer her comfort during the ordeal which lay ahead for her.

Both females held their breath as the man, breathing deeply, knelt between the widely parted young legs and ran hands along the girlish thighs for a moment before taking his stiff meat into his right hand and lowering his heavy body onto her.

It was the beginning of the end of girlish innocence and everyone in the room seemed to be breathlessly aware of it.

“All right baby,” the man panted as he rubbed the head of his well-greased cock into her crotch. “You're going to be a real woman now, like Elizabeth.”

“Yes, daddy,” much of the fear in her voice had given way to anticipation and natural feminine curiosity as she waited for the moment of truth between her thighs. “Drive your big cock right into me, daddy. I don't care if it hurts. I want to fuck.”

While she was still talking, Harry had parted the soft, virginal lips and pressed the pulsating head into the very doorway of her maidenhood.

Now, still guiding it with his right hand, he pushed firmly but without making it a sharp jab.

His cock felt completely surrounded by the tight wall of moist flesh. The girl had been well creamed, but as he moved into her, he found that her own juices were flowing, assisting in preparing her for the sacrifice.