Edward Cartwright: The Family Man

While he was bending to examine her steaming quim for his greater edification, Faith looked out over his back to catch the attention of the two she knew to be watching her in her daring act.

With a bold wink, she reached behind him and drew the cheeks of his arse apart to play between them with a long, probing finger.

“What is this called that you will do with me, strong sir?” she asked in a quavering voice. “Is it truly called a fuck?”

“Yes, my child, it is. Let me hear you say the crude word again. I must watch your lips form the word so that if there is sin involved, I can see it and help you in the fight to overcome sin.”

“Fuck,” she said slowly with her lips moving fully to pronounce the word. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… with your stiff cock in my horny little cunt.”

“No, my child,” he panted as he grasped the shaft and brought it between her thighs, “there is no sin in the way you say the word. I find in your lovely voice, only words of innocence and a sweet seeking after knowledge of life and all it means to a girl who approaches womanhood with the trembling nervousness of curiosity. Open your legs wide now, my child, and I shall fill your eager womanly body with the magic staff of life.”

“Oh, reverend sir,” she gasped, her mouth slack with passion, I can see that you are so strong and good.”

Faith stopped talking then because she felt the big cock driving hard into her tight, hot slit. She felt it filling her steaming void and knew she was right when she told him it was strong and good.

It was all of that and he drove it into her with the force of a sailor who had waited months for the feel of a cunt at the end of his mast.

He was so completely wrapped up in his screw that he wouldn't have heard her if she had talked, so she didn't. Instead, she entwined her legs and arms around him and raised her arse so as to shove her aching quim right into the path of his rammer to ensure that she would catch all the force of his drive.

Faith came with a long drawn cry of passion which stimulated the man to ram her with even greater vigor. At last, when she felt that her twat was going to break out into flames of rawness, she felt him tensing to shoot his cargo into her hold. Her legs and arms wrapped even more tightly around him and she drained his whacker of all it had to offer.

As if he did suddenly realize the terrible thing that he had done to the seemingly innocent girl, the man rolled off her quickly and raised his clothes. His face was covered with a hot blush.

“Oh, dear me…” he muttered to himself in his moment of stress.

“What is it, sire?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing my pet,” he stammered. He was stricken with the pangs of conscience.

Faith knew what was troubling him. She delighted in the way in which he fumbled with his clothes. His hands were trembling. His face was flushed.

Faith waited until he had reached the door and his hand reached for the latch before she spoke. When she did, her voice rang out loudly through the room, the silent room.

“Thank you, sire, for a most magnificent fuck.”

“What?” he said, his ears burning from the sting of her words. Her voice sounded so mature, so bawdy.

“I said, sire, thank you for a most magnificent fuck. I enjoyed it very much.”

“But, my child…”

“My child, your big cock!” she exclaimed, enjoying his confusion.

“I don't fully comprehend…”

“You comprehended my juicy twat with your big cock, though, didn't you!”

“What ever are you saying, my child,” he said, his voice filled with horror as he tried to understand what she was telling him.

“Surely you understand my words, sire. Vicar, I'm telling you that your saintly tallywhacker has done wonders for my greedy cunt!”

“My child!” he said, shocked.

“A child am I! You fucked me good. By the bouncing of your balls, I can't say when I've enjoyed a screwing as much as the one I've just had with you.”

“You've… done it before…?”

“You should leave off the stupid sermons in your deadly dull church and treat the women of your charge to frequent applications of your manly cock.”

“I swear, sire, even if they never get to heaven after they die, they'll sure as hell think they're in heaven while you're pumping that big, firm meat into their twats.”

“I can't believe my ears,” he sputtered.

“You believed your meaty cock when I sucked it, didn't you?” Faith laughed, enjoying the way in which she was scandalizing him.

“You're so young and yet…” his voice trailed off.

“And you believed your meaty cock when it spurted cream in my cunny, didn't you?” she said, pressing after him.

“Oh, such foul words,” he said, his face pious and blanching with horror.

“And was what you did to me so pure, sire? You played out your little game with me, pretending it was jolly all right.”

“How dare you criticize me!”

“You dared let me suck your cock. And you dared fuck me in my hot cunny with your big prick. Oh, sire, you are too funny for words.”

“My dear girl, you simply must not carry on in this manner,” he said, confusion twisting his face.

“In what manner pray should I carry on, vicar? You had a good blow-job and a merry fuck with me. I enjoyed it. Did you?” she teased.

“Well, I never!” he said, shock in his voice.

Faith didn't know whether the man would faint or soil his linen, but she didn't really care.

“You'd better leave now, vicar, or I'll unbutton you and use your big cock again,” she laughed.

The vicar's eyes went wide. He quickly turned and let himself out. Faith laughed wildly as he left. She had collected what she wanted and had provided a stimulating show for her brother and tutor in the other room. She enjoyed the idea that they had watched her performance.

Edward Cartwright

The Family Man

When Harry Brougham heard the news from Elizabeth of how his daughter had seduced the parson and sent him away in shame by laughing at him, he came dangerously close to having a stroke as he was completely unable to control the gales of laughter which broke from him.

“Oh, that must have been priceless,” he roared.

“It was,” Elizabeth said, smiling.

“You should have been there watching, Daddy,” Faith said to her father.

“If you have another encounter with a person such as the vicar again, Faith, do not forget to let me know,” he said.

Over and over again he had Elizabeth and Faith repeat each word which the pompous man had spoken while taking such liberties with a girl that he believed to be a virgin in search of knowledge and spiritual comfort.

“By the bags of my balls,” he roared with delight. “It does me right proud to have such a daughter.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Did he really provide you with a good screw?” Harry asked his daughter.

“Oh, daddy, it was truly magnificent.”

“She really enjoyed herself,” Elizabeth said.

“I truly did,” Faith agreed.

“You did?” Harry roared.

“I did,” Faith laughed. “He has a whang on him that would do justice to a horse.”

“He does?”

“Indeed he does, daddy. “And he hammers the thing home like a master craftsman.”

“Then that settles it,” the man crowed with jubilation.

“That settles what, Harry?” Elizabeth asked, puzzled.

“Yes, what does it settle, daddy?”

“Well, come the sabbath,” Harry said, “we shall all be in church listening carefully while the reverend condemns the sins of the flesh.”

There were waves of laughter even though all present sensed that Harry was correct in guessing at the content of the Sunday sermon. Harry and his family did not often attend services, yet there was never any scolding on this count since he was generous in his support of the church.