Edward Cartwright - The Family Man

Looking at her face as she fought for composure, Harry moved his glance down the lovely young body under his. For a little while, he wasn't Harry Brougham, successful London Barrister at all and the year wasn't 1859.

Instead, he was a high priest of some obscure religion at a time before man being measuring with calendars. Under his sweating body lay the alabaster form of the vestal virgin being offered as appeasement to the gods. As high priest, it was his role to cause her blood to flow so that the sacrifice would be perfect and pleasing to the deity who watched from the clouds as the tribe gathered in a hushed circle around the sacrifice.

Tensing all his muscles, Harry held the ground he had already gained and braced for the push that would, if he did it right, destroy that membrane barrier to push beyond innocent girlhood and into the wantonness, the hot desires of womanhood.

Resisting the urge to slam his body down onto her, he pushed strongly, felt the membrane resist for just a moment, then it began to give until, surprising him and the girl, it suddenly parted and his exploring whacker, stiff and stout in triumph, drove straight and true into the middle of her.

There was some blood and she did give one sharp cry of pain, but a moment later, there was a smile on her lovely face. She had survived the breaking of her cherry and it wasn't nearly as painful as she had expected.

Beside her on the bed, Elizabeth smiled and breathed a loud sigh of relief. The worst, she knew, was over and now, there was every chance that the girl would be able to enjoy her very first screwing.

Elizabeth understood the importance of that. When it hurts too much the first time, she knew, a girl can build a dread of the act and go through the rest of her life in a state of fear where males are concerned.

As she looked and contemplated, Elizabeth saw the eager young body begin to pick up the rhythm and allow her body to move with it.

Bending down on the bed, Elizabeth put her lips to the girl's ear and began to whisper words of encouragement and excitement to her.

“Lovely, darling,” she almost hissed. “You took his big prick beautifully. Doesn't it feel wonderful to have your cunt stuffed with solid muscle.”

Faith couldn't speak, but she did turn her head and her wide smile thanked Elizabeth and assured her she was in complete agreement about the feeling of having a full cock in one's cunt.

“Just wait until he comes in you, darling,” Elizabeth went on. “It feels like gallons of thick, warm lotion bathing your insides. You'll want it to go on forever and when he stops, you'll want someone else to take over and do it again.”

While the tutor went on whispering, Harry kept applying himself to his job. Confident that Faith felt no hurt now, he was working boldly with long, slow strokes, drawing his tool back until only the head remained inside her, then sliding it slowly ahead the full length until he felt their bellies rubbing.

Each time he reached the end of a stroke, Faith gave a little sigh and her tender young body, growing in experience, arched upward as if to claim more and more of the lovely stiff fuck stick.

Becoming increasingly bold as the fear of pa-'n vanished completely, Faith reached her arms around the man who lay screwing into her belly and found his hard buttocks.

Cupping one in each hand, she began to pick up the rhythm so that each time he began to stroke ahead, her hands dug into his buttocks and dragged him down even harder as if hoping to force his cock more deeply into her burning little pit.

“Poh… ooooohhhhhh… I'm beginning to feel funny… oohhh… ahhhh…” It was a cry of animal delight that grew louder as the man responded by driving his lance into her with greater vigor.

“You lucky little devil,” Elizabeth whispered into her ear. “You're going to have a come the very first time. Just relax dear and enjoy it. Let yourself float with it.”

There was no need to offer more advice. Looking at the girl, Elizabeth saw her eyes closed tightly, her sweet mouth open wide and her body trying to arch upward against the pressing, bouncing weight of her father. Already, she saw, Faith was in the throes of climax.

Inside the hot little cunt, the tutor understood, all of life was churning and bubbling as it became a steaming, churning cauldron which was soaking the sensitive head of the man's prick in a solution that would soon drive him crazy with delight too.

And then Faith was crying out and her body was a wild thing as it threshed on the bed, unaware of the weight which still bounced on it.

Her young legs curled around the man and drew him down on her so hard that he was unable to go on with the motions of fucking. Instead, he allowed his cock to be buried inside her while she completed her come. For a long time, her lovely young voice sang the song of completion as she shuddered through the loveliest feeling she had ever known.

Yesterday, when her brother had sucked her off with his tongue licking her clitoris, it had been wonderful, but this was by far more thrilling. Nothing, she knew, could match the superb feeling of having a big, muscular cock jamming her cunt full to the breaking point while, at the same time, it slid in and out touching every raw nerve end in her cunt.

But then the storm had passed and Faith was crying for more. “Fuck me, daddy… fuck me hard… pound it in my cunt…”

There were more words, but the man didn't hear the actual words, only the urging tone. It was more than a demand, it was a challenge, an exciting one. There was no need to be gentle now. The little bitch was howling like a banshee now and all she wanted was prick and more prick driving hard and fast into her agitated cunt.

“By the Lord Mayor's arse,” Harry swore with delight, “the little wench really wants it and she shall have what she wants.”

Harry began to drive his dragon with a force and vigor that surprised even him. As for Faith, she was more than just surprised, she was delighted that a hard driving rod could feel even better in her hungry, all devouring little cunt than it had before.

His heavy body slammed her brutally, but her strong young one took every pounding whack and bounced up for more. Already she had learned how to control the muscles of her twat and now she tightened them so that her sheath closed around the head and shaft of his cock like an iron maiden and she heard him groan with ecstasy that approached the threshold of pain.

Then, sensing by the tremors which suddenly racked his body that he was on the verge of shooting his load into her, Faith tightened her arms and legs around the man with the grip of a wrestler.

She allowed him a few more quick strokes, then, while he groaned, she drew him tight against her rubbing cunt as she held him there while his sperm shot deep into the inner reaches of her body.

A complete hush fell over the room as her demanding cunt drained the last drop from the man. Only then did he roll tiredly off her and collapse onto the bed beside the girl who had just become a woman.

With a glow of pride, she looked at the limp corpse of what had been a strong cock. Knowing she had done it, Faith felt the birth of a womanly confidence and pride fill her proud young body and mind.

Edward Cartwright

The Family Man

Although there was a tacit understanding that the house would return to a more normal state and that the matter of school work would again be restored to it's logical place in the scheme of things, there was, for a while, a continuing spirit of carnival around their house.

For the first few days after the institution of the new order, no stiff cock went unserved for a moment and no cunt was permitted to feel a tingle of desire for longer than it took to apply a mouth or a throbbing prick to salve it.