Edward Cartwright - The Family Man

Then, just when he reached the point where it was out of the question to resist the charms of the naked young woman, she moved from the chair and dropped to her knees before him, her arms resting on his parted thighs.

“Please, reverend,” she gasped, “I hope this will not sound too terrible, but perhaps if I could once see what it is that a man has between his legs I would no longer be troubled by such terrible dreams. Please allow me to see what it is through which the male pees.”

Without waiting for his reply, Faith began to unfasten the front of his pants. Straining to contain his liquid shot within the confines of his cock and balls, the man breathed deeply and noisily until she had reached inside and brought out the magnificent weapon which throbbed as a strong, hard thing in her soft hands.

“Oh sire, it is so lovely that I feel I really must kiss it in tribute. Would that be a terribly sinful thing to do?”

“No my child,” he gasped weakly. “After all, we are attempting to gain an understanding of many things and so it must be the right thing to do. Take it right into your mouth.”

He was magnificently endowed with a tool that stood much longer and stiffer than her father's.

“Oh, how very big and strong it is,” she exclaimed. She held it in both of her pretty hands. He groaned.

“It's so big and beautiful and delicious looking,” she purred.

So saying, she lowered her head and opened her mouth to find the throbbing, velvet head of his big cock. Her lips opened to the full and she forced it between her lips much the way she would introduce such a weapon between the lips of her cunny in preparation for a glorious fuck.

She sucked slowly, wetly, then pulled her lips away and looked up at his flushed face.

“This is all so nice and new to me,” she smiled.

“You must learn. You must experience many things as you grow up in this world,” he said, making a mockery of his pious sounding words with the tortured expression on his face.

She smiled, winked at him outrageously, and then her mouth moved down toward the knob of his prick once more. She flicked it with the tip of her tongue.

“Do you mind if I do that?” she asked, pretending shyness.

His large weapon again slid into her hot, clinging mouth. It buried itself there.

Within seconds, her experienced hands felt the measure of the throbbing increase of his balls until she knew that he was ready to shoot his cream into her mouth.

Hiding her head, she sucked with greater vigor and felt the first spurt of liquid hitting deep in the back of her mouth. She gurgled with pleasure. He grunted.

Turning a little, she kept sucking and guided the thick, rich streams into her throat where they lined the passage with a warm, rich tasting sheen.

She had released his spent cock from her wet, sucking lips.

“Please, sir, assure me that I have not done wrong to you in drawing such precious fluid from your lovely big cock.”

“What, what?” he said, stunned.

“Have I hurt you by sucking all the cream from your cock?”

Amazed at her command of the terminology of sex, the minister tried to assure her that she was merely searching for knowledge and that such an act could never be amiss under the circumstances.

“Tell me, my dear,” he said in a quivering voice. “Are you still a virgin? I mean… have you ever taken the cock of a male… a man into your sweet little cunny?”

“I know not how to answer that question, sire,” she answered.

As she did so, she was probing with her tongue in her mouth for the last few precious drops of his cream. She loved the taste of it.

“Well, my pet, are you a virgin? Has the cock of a male entered your sweet pussy?”

“Well, sire, in times of great stress I have introduced a long candle deep into my slit.”

“Ah!” he exclaimed.

“Never, though, has any man ever shoved his cock into this hole. Does that mean that I am still a virgin?”

“Well, you see it's this way my dear…”

She had begun to toy with his spent cock. She felt his balls and they seemed to her to still be full of plenty of cream.

“Well, my dear,” he continued, “such things are difficult to answer in a simple way.”

“But why should they be, sire?” she asked, her fingers playing with his limp cock and swollen balls.

“You s«e, my dear, sometimes simple answers are not easy to give.”

“I do not understand.”

“Tell me, my dear, how did you feel when that candle was pushing deep into your slit?”

“Must I tell you?” she said coyly.

“Yes. Did you feel it was a pleasant thing? Did it cause you to squirm with a feeling of pleasure?”

“I must confess, good sire, that I really did find during the act a feeling of pleasure that must have been a sinful thing.”

“True, my child.”

“Oh, it's sinful!”

The man moved much closer as he spoke.

“My child, there are many things about the body that we fail to understand,” he said gravely. “There are many things about the body that we fail to understand and against which we must attempt to fight at all times.”

“But, reverend, sir…”

“I am telling you what is good for you.”

“I know, sire.”

“So?”

“But, sire, I know not how to fight such things, you see. Won't you please be kind and show me some way?” Her eyes devoured his meat which dangled down with a faint promise that new life was stirring there. “If such a good man as you were to put his big thing into my little slit, would it not put some goodness into me and help me forget the terrible evil desires that I feel in the heat of my little twat?”

“Well, my child…” he muttered, pausing.

“Please sire?”

“Now… I think that you may well be right.”

“You do, sire?” she said hopefully.

“Yes, I do. But we must think of what others would say if they heard of it.”

“But how will they hear of it?”

“We must take care. It could be that they would not understand why I did such a thing for you.”

“But you would do such a thing for me to give me understanding.”

“Yes. I know that. You know that. But will they know that? Perhaps they would even think it an evil thing.”

“But, sire, surely we would know it was a right thing and I would speak of it to no other person.”

“I see…”

“I will never say a word.”

“That is good.”

“Sire, oh sire, please do this for me to take away the evil that I feel.”

And, as she begged, her hand clutched at the toughening meat and felt it rise strong and stiff again.

It would be just a matter of time, Faith knew, before he would be pushing the fullness of his cock into her aching little cunt and driving her wild with arousal as he screwed at her.

“Do you promise me that you would mention it to no person if I did you this great favor which you seek?” he asked in such a solemn tone that she felt a great urge to laugh right into his face.

“Oh, yes, reverend, I promise.”

“Good. You like to play with my cock, don't you?”

“Yes, I do. It is all so new to me.”

“I understand.”

“I'm so grateful that you do, sire.”

“Reverend, it would be so great a favor to me and it would help me to live a better life, I am sure. I know other people would not understand. Take me to the couch and show me what I must do to take this great, hard meat into my little cunny. Please do, sire. I know that it will fill me with the greatness of goodness.”

The man of the cloth was lowering his own cloth as he walked with her to the couch. Pretending ignorance of the methods involved, she stood with one finger probing deeply into her cranny as she waited for him to tell her what she should do.