Edward Cartwright - The Family Man

Of the four, Faith soon emerged as the champion in matters of lust. It seemed as though having at last discovered the joys of sex, she could not get enough of it.

When the men tired and lay spent and heaving, there was always Elizabeth to serve her needs. Elizabeth used her mouth with the delicate touch of a true artist when, in answer to heart rending pleas, she applied her full, ripe lips to the sensitive lips of Faith's twat and sucked until the girl screamed with delight.

But Clyde too had become a devotee of these wonderful new games and applied himself to them with the dedication of a true student who wanted to excel in all branches of his art.

While he envied the stature of his father's manly tool, he sensed that by the clever application of his smaller one, he could more than compensate for the lack of size.

Understanding in such matters, Elizabeth encouraged him to become a master of the fleshy wand and pointed out to him that a real woman isn't nearly as impressed by the size of the pecker as by the dexterity with which the man uses it.

As it to prove the point, she enjoyed many delicious comes with his small, well trained stick in her slit with the result that his confidence built quickly to the point where he became an adept lover who stopped at nothing in his desire to bring the ultimate pleasure to his female companion.

But in order to enjoy Clyde's ability, Elizabeth found it necessary to keep a sharp eye on the greedy Faith whose demands were such that Clyde would be permanently drained if she didn't keep his sister off him from time to time so that his strength could be restored.

But Elizabeth failed to keep out a sharp enough eye. Even as she thought about greedy Faith, Faith was having a time for herself with her brother.

Clyde and Faith lay together in bed, naked. Faith's skillful hand was curled around her brother's hard prick. She crawled between his legs, rubbing her breasts against his thighs, and brought her eager face close to his cock, there hard and rearing in the caressing grasp of her hand.

“Look what a red face your cock has,” Faith giggled as she gave his tool a fierce squeeze with her slender fingers.

“You will choke it to death,” Clyde laughed.

“Your pretty cock is so hard and red. Why his face is so red that he looks angry,” she laughed as she stared at the hard red knob of his prick.

“If you squeeze him much harder he will spit in your face,” Clyde laughed as he gazed down at his sister. With his hard cock in the squeezing grip of her hand he felt as if he were a captive of hers.

“He wouldn't dare to spit on my face,” Faith frowned.

“Don't bet on it,” Clyde laughed. Then he sighed as his sister began to slide her cupping hand up and down over the entire length of his swollen cock.

“The only place your cock is going to spit is into my mouth,” Faith laughed wildly.

“He'll spit in your eye first,” Clyde said.

“Well, we'll just see about that,” she said slyly to her brother.

Faith moved her face in closer to her brother's cock and balls. Her knowing hand continued to tease up and down over his rigid rod. She leaned her face in closer and slipped out her pretty pink tongue. Her tongue began to lick over the boy's dangling balls.

“You lick me like a cat,” Clyde moaned to his sister.

“When's the last time you let a bloody cat lick your balls?” she teased.

“You know well what I mean…” he said, his voice tightening with emotion.

His sister bent low between his legs once more. Her tongue lavished a wet, licking caress over his swaying balls as her hand moved up and down, jerking his hard cock, squeezing it. Over his left ball her tongue dragged. Then over his right ball. She drew in a deep breath and smelled fondly his intimate male scent. She liked the musky scent. It drove her mad with longing.

Brother, dearest, I am going to suck your pretty cock off. What do you think of that?”

“I think I shall jolly well enjoy that.” “Good. Because I like a good suck every now and again. And there's nothing nicer for a girl than to have a nice cock available when she's in the mood to suck on one. Oh, it's so nice and convenient to have a brother around with a nice cock on which to suck.”

“My cock is your cock,” Clyde laughed.

“Then I shall just go ahead and bloody well suck it off. Ummm, my lips are so hungry for it. And your cock is such a nice size. It fits just right in my lips. Daddy's is much bigger and it is difficult to stuff it all between my lips.”

“Do you like his better because it is bigger?”

“No. I like your pretty prick too. I'd rather suck on yours any day.”

“Then start sucking and stop talking,” he said to his sister, eager to have her get on with it.

“Oh, I jolly well will!”

And she began licking up to the base of his rampant rod. Her caressing hand released its maddening caress and her mouth took up where it left off. The tip of her tongue traced its way slowly up, from the base of his arching cock to its tip. And then her tongue slowly teased its way back down again. Faith was overjoyed as she heard her brother moan helplessly as she teased his hard prick with her pink, wet tongue.

Round and round his trembling cock her wet tongue slid. And then, finally, her lips encircled the head of his hardness. She took it in a little bit at a time, slowly sucking his hard prick in between her eager, hot, wet lips. As she sucked on the hard head of his manhood, he began bucking his hips on the bed, trying to drive his prick deeper and deeper into his sister's mouth. But Faith would not be hurried. She meant to control this little sucking game.

Slowly, setting the pace with her clinging lips, slowly she began to suck more and more of his hard, straining rod in between her pink, hot lips. And then, finally, her head dove all the way down and she swallowed his manhood whole. She imagined that she could feel the head of his hard prick, deep in her mouth, touching and tickling her tonsils.

Faith began to bob her head over her brother's middle, her mouth clinging heatedly to his throbbing cock, her pretty hair flying as her head bobbed more and more rapidly. Her eyes were closed tightly and there was a dreamy expression of delight on her face as she sucked avidly on his prick. In and out of her gripping lips his cock sped. Then it began spurting and she gulped up every drop of his love juice joyfully. She did not release his spurting, throbbing cock until she had sucked it completely dry. Then she let his spent tool slide slowly out of her lips.

“See, I told you that he'd spit in my mouth,” she giggled as she gave his limp prick a playful squeeze.

“You were right,” he panted to his sister.

“I liked that. But look what a bad boy you are, Clyde. Look how soft your pretty pecker is now. You're bad,” she said sternly to her brother.

“What are you talking about?” he asked his sister stupidly. He was still gasping for breath.

“Your cock is all soft and useless. Oh, that's bad, bad, Clyde.”

“Well, what ever do you expect? It bloody well is soft after the way you sucked every drop out of it with your lips. You are crazy.”

“And you are bad to let it get so soft,” she said unreasonably. “Turn over. You must be punished.”

He decided to play her game. He turned over onto his stomach, presenting his naked buttocks to her. Faith wasted no time. She began to spank him angrily with the stiff, open palm of her hand. She beat a furious tattoo on his buttocks with her hand, spanking him with every ounce of strength that she possessed.

Clyde yelped as her hand slapped down repeatedly, with fury, making his behind sting. Whack, whack, whack. Again and again her hand slapped down. His white behind began to flame. Redder and redder it got as she spanked him with all of her power and all of her fury. He cried out for her to stop, but she would not. Whack, whack, slap, slap. Her nailing hand whipping through the air and solid blows rained down on his welting, red, vulnerable backside.