Edward Cartwright - The Family Man

And then, just as eagerly and quickly as she had begun spanking her brother, she stopped. Her eyes were glittering wildly. With a sly, knowing expression on her face she rolled her brother over onto his back. She laughed with pure lustful pleasure when she saw that the spanking had excited her brother. His cock once again stood at proud, hard attention. She knew just what to do about that, and she promptly did.

She quickly straddled her brother, took his swollen cock in the tight grip of her hand, and guided it toward her steaming cunt as she slowly lowered herself down over him. She sighed and cursed as his had cock slipped easily into her hot cave. The moist, creamy lips of her cunt clung tightly to his spearing rod as she lowered herself down all the way onto his prick. She buried it in her steaming cunt.

And then she began to buck up and down over her brother as he lay there on his back beneath her, his bottom flaming and in pain from her spanking, his prick alive as she took it into her. She churned her hips over him, impaling herself on his stiff prick. Greedily her pussy consumed his prick. It was as if the wet lips of her cunt were eating his prick. Up and down she humped on her brother's prick.

They came together and his sperm spurt forth and jetted deep into her. She laughed as she hit her peak. Jet after jet of hot sperm poured into her pussy, and her pussy continued to consume the spurting prick. She used her brother roughly, taking everything that he had to offer.

Yes, Elizabeth made a mistake by not keeping a sharp eye on Faith. Faith would indeed wear her brother out with her greedy pussy. And if she did-and it seemed as if she would-there would be nothing but a limp, useless prick left for Elizabeth. Elizabeth soon learned the importance of keeping her eye on Faith. A few days after the original orgy, she came down with the well known curse so that for four days she was rendered hors de combat as regards screwing. When the flow was at its end at last she bathed herself carefully so that she would be at her freshest and best to collect what kept fires of desire burning between her eager thighs and deep down within her belly. She was hot to have the boy. She wanted Clyde desperately. She knew that she could not have Harry, even if she wanted him.

She woke to find that Harry had already gone to Lincoln's Inn, but that didn't bother her. Of the two males, she had come to prefer young Clyde who, although his digger was smaller, worked with lovely diligence and was able to last long enough to give her a couple of nice comes before he shot.

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.