Edward Cartwright - The Family Man

“Be assured, Elizabeth, that it is my intention to further the good works to which my father has introduced me that I wish to discuss such intimate matters with this obviously good man.”

Looking over the head of the seated man, Faith's eyes flashed a message and she saw Elizabeth go pale in terror as she comprehended what the child was about.

“I trust, my dear,” Faith saw a glint of excited humor replace the terror that had been in the woman's eyes a moment before, “that you won't burden this man beyond his capabilities with your problems.”

“You have my assurance of that, Elizabeth. I do wish you would inform my dear brother of my intentions. I feel confident he would view it well.”

He would indeed view it well, Faith thought, if he gets the message. Understanding what I'm about, he'll introduce Elizabeth to the peep holes into the study so that they could both watch as she set about seducing in her best style this unbending looking person.

Assuring Faith that she would deliver the message to her brother, Elizabeth stood back as the girl led the man to her father's study and closed the door carefully behind them.

Telling herself there was no reason to hurry, Faith engaged the man in light conversation for a few minutes to allow the others time to get into position in the adjoining room. Hearing the click of the closing door, Faith took a deep breath and prepared to launch her seduction of the minister.

“What seems to be troubling you, my child?” the man asked in a gentle tone.

“I fear sir, that I am ceasing to be a child and it is because of that, that I am troubled. Are you sure I am not burdening you unfairly with my silly problems?”

“Of course not, my dear. It is my role in life to assist with problems such as yours. Speak with complete freedom, my dear and try to tell me what bothers you.”

“Well, reverend,” she tried to look coy and womanly at the same time, “I find that strange things are taking place within my body. Until quite recently, I was more than content with being a girl, but now my body demands that I be a woman and sends the strangest feelings with temptations and hungers that I find so difficult to see through.”

“Can you explain these things to me, my child? Do not fear if you do not know the words that seem to fit. Choose any words which come to you and I shall endeavor to understand and assist you as best I can.”

“I'll try, good sir, but please don't think me too evil, I pray you. Perhaps only a woman can understand. Perhaps I have wronged you in asking you to listen to the foolish sentiments of a girl who cannot cope with the things that are happening inside her.”

“Come, my child,” he encouraged, “I am wise in the ways of the world. Tell me in the clearest words about the things which trouble you and I shall do my best to help you.”

“Well, good sir,” she bent her head in such a way that she knew he would be able to see over the top of her bodice to the gentle swells of her blossoming breasts, “I have been finding of late that there are strange feelings besetting me in that region between my thighs.”

“Do I understood that this is a physical feeling, my child? I mean is there pain or some rash with which you do not know how to cope?”

“No, sir, it is nothing like that. I mean…” she paused for effect, “that my little cunny becomes terribly restless as if demanding that something new and strange should happen to it.”

“Tell me more, my dear.” His voice became shaky and Faith saw beads of perspiration stand out on his forehead. “Can you explain these feelings so that I can understand?”

“Well, reverend sir, it is something much like a mad itch which cannot be scratched. There are times when the madness becomes such that I must put my hand inside my gown and attempt to still it with my hand. Can you truly understand such things?”

“Well now, my dear,” the man stammered, “I'm not sure that a man can truly understand the most secret things of women, and I see you really are becoming a woman rather than a mere girl child. I shall try though.”

“Perhaps, good sir,” she went on in a splendid act of innocence, “if I were to show you the nature of the act I must perform to find relief, it would assist you in understanding.”

“That does seem like a wise suggestion, my child,” he managed, “but perhaps such an act could be misunderstood if someone should stumble upon us while you are making such a demonstration.”

“Truly, there is no chance of that. The door behind us is well locked. Please, sire, if you feel it could help to show me what is wrong, do allow me to demonstrate for you. I know it will embarrass me to show my cunny to a man, but as a man of the cloth, you are surely different. Is that not so?”

“Of course it is so, my child. If you really think it will help, then by all means do raise your clothing and let me see this thing you do with your fingers inside your little cunny slit.”

Standing shyly before the man, Faith began to lift her gown so that he was able to see much of the maturing legs and thighs. Sneaking glances at him, she saw that he was already getting hot and knew she would be able to push him as far as she wanted, far enough to feel his hard cock probing hungrily between her thighs.

Without warning, she pulled her skirts right over her head and tossed them aside to stand nude before him. When she heard his gasp of surprise, she feared that she may have gone too far and that it was time to rectify the situation.

“Forgive me sir, if I appear bold. I'm really not. It's just that when I play with my cunny in the manner I have mentioned, I am always naked. It seems only right that I should be the same while attempting to describe this to you. Does my nudity offend you?”

“Not at all, my child,” his voice creaked a little. “You are a very attractive girl and the body is a thing of beauty. After all, it was fashioned by God and that being the case, it cannot of itself be wrong, can it?”

“Indeed sir, you are so wise. Shall I now show you how I do this sinful thing to myself when the feeling of desire sweeps over my girlish body?”

“Yes, my sweet child. You do that and I shall make every effort to understand and assist you in any manner I can.”

Sitting on the edge of the chair then, Faith parted her thighs wide so that, as she leaned back, not only her cunny, but also a goodly portion of her bum cheeks also showed clearly to the man who slid lower in his chair to enjoy a clearer view of her charms.

Hooking her legs over the arms of the chair, she sat well back and, reaching into her crotch, parted the labia so that the perspiring man could see the warm interior of her twat.

“Tell me, sire, do I look too foolish sitting in such a manner?” she asked with a sincerity that was impressive.

“Not at all, my dear girl. You are becoming a woman now and it is not strange that you should be aware of all the strange feelings which take possession of you inside a warm little thing which you cannot yet truly understand.”

Continuing to finger her steaming hot quim, Faith began to give a performance that was unmatched surely, since the days when the great Burbidge played the works of the bard of Avon. From moment to moment, she switched from little girl to wanton woman until the man sitting just a few inches from her parted thighs feared he was going to fire his stream of sperm into the front of his trousers.

Using language which, under different circumstances, would have inspired the minister to deliver a ringing sermon, Faith described as best she could all the burning sensations of desire and lust to which she could lay her tongue.

All the while, the man encouraged her to continue with her recital of lust and desire. He had long since stopped trying to hide the throbbing lump in his trousers caused by his erect penis straining to reach what the sweet girl was showing to him.