The Family Man

by Edward Cartwright

  Captivated by the idea of playing with her food, she took a thick sausage from her plate and, pushing her chair back from the table, fitted it into her twat. Before she could even offer the boy her special snack, he was on his knees in front of her eating it with a good appetite as he probed deep inside her to find the last of it. Smacking his lips and smiling, he commented that he had never had the pleasure of eating tastier sausage.

  But while Elizabeth and Clyde seemed dedicated to having fun, Harry and his daughter were relatively subdued.

  The father was overcome by the thought of what he would soon do to his daughter. It wasn't that he was bothered by the thought of incest, something had changed drastically in him recently so that incest didn't bother him at all.

  Rather, he was filled with excitement at the thought of introducing an innocent young girl to the facts of life and that soon, his cock would throb in the silken confines of a tiny, girlish twat.

  She would bleed, he knew, and there would probably be cries and tears, but after that, she would be a woman with cravings in her cunny, cravings that could only be filled by a man with a stout staff.

  After today, he told himself, he would be able to choose between a fully matured woman and a growing girl at any time he felt the urge to dip his pole into warm, smooth pools of feminine softness.

  Faith too was deep in thought as she looked down to the roundness of her belly and the triangle of hairs she saw between her thighs. Before she could become a real, functioning woman who could find enjoyment with any man, she was going to have to undergo pain. If only, by some magic, she thought, there were some easier way for her to lose her maidenhead, everything would be lovely.

  But there was no other way and she knew it.

  Edward Cartwright

  The Family Man

  CHAPTER TEN

  Harry Brougham closed the bedroom door behind him and looked from the three others in the room to the wide bed that was about to be the locale of things that just a few days ago would have terrified him had he thought of them, let alone contemplated doing them.

  All that had changed though when Elizabeth stripped him naked and strapped his behind in a way that he had secretly wanted for years without ever knowing it.

  The other things she had done to him after that while he still howled from the sting of the strap had loosened a jam of pent up feelings that had been buried deep inside for too long.

  There was no more fear of women now. The strong scented vagina, the moisture and confinement as it trapped his prick were all things to be desired and taken at every opportunity and would, he sensed, continue to be that way for him as long as he lived.

  But now, the time for thought had passed and it was time for sensation of every sort. He and Elizabeth had worked out the plan carefully and they would follow it.

  As the first step, the four would play on the bed until, when the right pitch had been reached, she would take the boy onto her body and remove his virginity while the others were, their passions continuing to build,-watching and waiting till their turn came.

  They all moved toward the bed with mixed feelings of anticipation and tension. Without words needing to be spoken, they paired off so that Elizabeth and Clyde fell into an embrace, while Harry took his trembling daughter into his arms.

  He intended only holding her for the time being so that she could calm herself while Elizabeth and Clyde entertained them and heated their bodies to the fever pitch he wanted for the taking of his daughter.

  As for Elizabeth, she had no intention of leading the boy all the way this time. She had taught him all he needed to know, she reasoned, and it was going to be up to him to take the lead.

  More than anything, she wanted the excited boy to go through the motions of seducing her while she played the role of reluctant maiden until his cock throbbed with an intense desire that would drive him wild, wild enough to take her roughly and make up in force what he lacked in size.

  As their first passionate kiss ended, she whispered to him that he was in control and would have to make her hot before he could get between her thighs and push his cock into her cunt.

  The words intoxicated the boy and he felt his whole body surge with desire. Until that moment, he thought he would merely have to lie on top of her and drive his tool home. Now, knowing that it was up to him to put her into the proper mood for it, he became even more excited as he savored the thought that he could have such power over so mature and experienced a woman.

  It was just what he needed to hurry his growth from boy to man. Until then, he was the boy and she was the tutor. When she felt so inclined, she could lower his trousers, put him across her lap and beat him until he cried like a baby.

  Now, through the magic of some miracle he didn't really understand, he had been handed the role of male and given power to seduce a woman who knew far more of matters sexual than he had even dreamed of.

  As he drew her back to him for another passionate kiss, one of his hands fondled a ripe breast and squeezed until he felt her jerk against him. Their tongues rubbed in the warmth of their locked mouths and Clyde compared it to the rubbing that would soon take place inside her moist twat.

  Both her breasts had been liberally bathed in his spittle before he pushed her down onto the bed and began tracing a line of wet kisses down her belly. At the navel, he paused and licked the smooth depression while she wriggled under him in passion.

  As his lips moved down over the bottom slope of her belly, Clyde saw her thighs parting as if of their own volition, as if her mind had nothing to do with the move.

  His first urge was to reach for her crotch at once and press his lips there. He sensed he was maturing at a fast pace when it struck him as being much wiser to postpone that pleasure while he kissed and teased close to the spot until she screamed for that one kiss she had to have.

  Raising his face and letting her see him lick his lips, he reached his hands under her body to cup both chubby cheeks of her firm behind and raise her toward him.

  Sure that her cunny was about to be kissed with a great passion, she allowed her body to ride up in his hands and closed her eyes for a moment to savor the joy to the exclusion of everything else.

  Instead, his lips brushed lightly along the inside of her sensitive left thigh. He felt her shudder then and knew he had made a wise decision after all. Clyde moved his lips across the narrow opening so that only the hairs brushed his lips. Then, reaching the other thigh, he planted a lingering, wet kiss there, less than an inch away from the steaming slit that seemed to open and close as it waited for the kiss it had to have.

  As his lips skirted the sensitive labia, kissing the flesh of her thighs and crotch, Clyde was filled with an overpowering sense of manhood strength as he felt her body trembling with desire.

  He smelled the woman smell of her twat and heard the soft moans of desire breaking from her throat but still he refused to press his mouth where she wanted it.

  Instead, he raised her bum higher and, pressing his face deeply into her crotch, reached under to nip with his teeth at the tender bottom slopes of her buttocks. He found them so sweet and tender that in that moment, he decided one day he would spank her.

  It wouldn't be just a play spanking, he promised himself, it would be the real thing. She would writhe and bounce across his lap as he had so often done when she spanked him, his hand would slap hard and cup a nice round cheek with each spank.

  Her bum would blaze a fiery red and she would cry and kick her legs so that she would show her twat. He would spank her until his arm tired then, he would roll her onto the bed and drive his hard cock into her arse hole. As he buggered her bum, his belly would rub against the burning, tingling cheeks and that would make it feel even better.

  Carried away by his thoughts, he turned her and held her lush bottom high off the bed. Before he knew what he was doing, his hand slapped one cheek stingingly and held as the thick, firm flesh q
uivered in his grasp. For just an instant, he caught his breath in fear that the spank had angered her.

  She did cry out, but he knew there was no anger in it, instead, she was pleading to be kissed and whether or not he spanked her made no difference. Instinct told him that she wouldn't care if he killed her as long as she died with the feel of his mouth pressing against the burning heat of her quim.

  Reckless with his newly found power, he held her bum high and gave another few hard spanks. They were enough to plant fresh pink color on the white cheeks.

  Then, when he knew she was least expecting it, Clyde suddenly caught the lips of her twat in his mouth and chewed on them. She was going crazy now and he knew he was doing his job well.

  Still holding her that way while he sucked and drove his tongue deep into her well-lubricated slit, he spanked her bum again and again. She was lurching all over the bed as if possessed by the devil, but he stayed right with her and his tongue never stopped driving her wild.

  He was barely able to tell when she began to come. Instead of pausing for the feeling to pass, she kept rubbing her crotch against his face demanding more and more of what he was giving her.

  After some prolonged sucking and tonguing, Clyde guessed that she was approaching her second explosion. It was, he told himself, the right time to push his hard cock into her warm, slippery cunt.

  Dropping her, he heard her moan of complaint at the removal of the mouth from her center of desire. Without wasting a moment, he fell atop her and began probing her crotch with the sensitive head of his tallywhacker. She was going to take it now whether she wanted to or not.

  But she wanted to and the writhing of her body made that very clear to him. For a little while, he wondered if he would be able to find his way in without help. He felt the sweat of fear breaking out all over his body as he strove to find what should have been an easy entrance to locate.

  When he did find the path between the slippery lips, it was so moist and opened with such a welcome, that his cock pushed all the way inside with one shove and Clyde, his breath tearing out of his body in rough gasps, found himself at last buried in the crotch of a woman.

  Twenty-four hours ago, he wouldn't even have hoped, let alone believed, that such a thing could happen. Now it was the undreamed dream come true as he felt all that was hot and exciting and womanly wrapping around the big hardness of his cock.

  Tensing his muscles, he drew his hips back being careful not to draw so far back that he would run the risk of slipping right out. When he thought the draw back was far enough, he stopped and pushed it slowly, firmly back into her sexy swamp.

  She moaned with delight and Clyde found all of a sudden that he had picked up more than enough of that manly confidence he needed to ram the woman all the way and emerge a knowledgeable man.

  “Man, man, man,” she sobbed in a completely broken voice, “give it to me. Drive it all the way. Push it right up to my liver.”

  The words were a strong tonic and Clyde knew he didn't have the equipment to meet her request, but he stroked with a steady firmness and gave her the benefit of everything he did have and she loved every slow, searing stroke of the fuck he was giving her.

  And while the lovers were lost in their own erotic world where no sounds or sights from outside could possibly intrude, Harry and Faith watched spellbound as the boy of a little while ago became a man and performed with a style that would have put most mature men to shame.

  What was most surprising to Harry was the way Clyde was able to contain himself so that in spite of everything, he continued to retain his strength and hold back the ejaculation that would end everything for him and for Elizabeth.

  She had already come once with his small but agile pecker sliding back and forth in her body and already, she was preparing for the second eruption and wondering whether it would kill her.

  In the perverse way of woman experiencing the ultimate in gratification, Elizabeth was actually praying for death. It would be the one massive experience of life to feel with every fiber of her body, the shattering of the very life force as the maddeningly effective prick moved along its relentless path, scraping the hypersensitive clitoris every inch of the way.

  There would be, she told herself, a new plateau of pleasure that no woman had ever before enjoyed and, just as the end approached, her whole body would erupt in the greatest climax ever experienced.

  When it was over, her body would be a still, small, warm thing. The only part of her remaining intact, would be her smile. People would come from miles around to look into the casket and see the greatest smile ever seen.

  She would be a legend that would live forever.

  And just as she was enshrining herself in history as the woman who had been screwed to death with a smile on her face that put the Mona Lisa to shame, Elizabeth stopped thinking and dreaming as she felt another climax sweeping over her.

  This time it was even better than the previous ones. She was still screaming so that Harry and Faith held each other tightly for comfort when the sound of her cry was joined by Clyde's long drawn groan of completion.

  Everything that had been held back was torn loose from its moorings like small boats caught in a sudden autumn storm. His muscles tightened so that he feared they would snap.

  They did, but it was a magnificent thing and his belly was rubbing hers in a frantic unscored rhythm as he loosed a tide of sperm which swept through the moist channel of her cunt and rushed through her belly as nothing before had ever done.

  Edward Cartwright

  The Family Man

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Having watched the performance of her brother and seen and heard the moans of ecstasy coming from the woman, Faith found a new confidence. She was still very much aware that it was going to hurt her, but she knew now that she would be able to take it.

  No amount of pain, she told herself, was too great a price to pay to have her body prepared to accept joy of the type Elizabeth had just received.

  It didn't matter to her then if her father split her right up the middle with his massive weapon, she would find a way to tie-the pieces back together and look forward to a wonderful screwing such as the woman had just received from her brother.

  How it had come about was still a mystery to her. She knew he was completely inexperienced, and yet he had been able to drive an experienced woman like Elizabeth to the very fringe of insanity.

  Her father, sensing what was going on inside the girl, allowed her a few minutes of whispered conversation with the tutor who lay back on the bed rubbing the delicious tingle the boy had left in her crotch.

  Fighting for breath to form each word, Elizabeth assured the girl that what she had just experienced was the greatest feeling she had ever known and that she would willingly die to enjoy such ecstasy just one more time.

  When their conversation ended, Faith turned to smile at her father.

  “I know this is going to hurt me daddy,” she said with a confidence that surprised her, “but I want to do it anyway. I want to become a woman like Elizabeth and enjoy things the way she just enjoyed that fuck with my brother.”

  “I knew you would understand,” the man smiled reply. “Yes dear, it will hurt when I break your cherry, but it will be well worth it. After that, you'll be a real woman and every fuck for the rest of your life will be a wonderful experience for you.”

  Throwing herself into his arms, Faith kissed the man with a passion that surprised even her. A minute ago, she had been prepared to accept pain as a price for making the move from girl to woman. Now, it wasn't that at all. She actually looked forward to the terrible, searing pain of having his big cock tear her membrane apart. She wanted to feel her blood spilling out of her cunt to end all that was girlish and introduce her to the world of women.

  “Fuck me, daddy,” she whispered loudly enough for the others to hear. “Let me feel that wonderful big cock tearing my guts out.”


  “You'll have it all, my darling,” he replied, “but I don't want to hurt you any more than I have to. Elizabeth will bring ointment to lubricate the head of my cock and the sweet little slit of your cunt. We'll make everything as easy as possible for you.”

  Tired as she was, Elizabeth threw herself from the bed and walked across the room. A moment later, she was back at the bed. In her hand, she held a jar of smooth cream and scooped a large amount of it out with her fingers.

  Her touch was loving as she massaged the flaring red head of the big tool to soften it for the journey ahead. With the same gentle touch, she eased the girl down onto the bed and began to apply the unguent well into the tight slit of the girlish twat.

  When she was finished ministering to the girl, she tossed the jar to the foot of the bed and sat beside her so that she could hold her hand and offer her comfort during the ordeal which lay ahead for her.

  Both females held their breath as the man, breathing deeply, knelt between the widely parted young legs and ran hands along the girlish thighs for a moment before taking his stiff meat into his right hand and lowering his heavy body onto her.

  It was the beginning of the end of girlish innocence and everyone in the room seemed to be breathlessly aware of it.

  “All right baby,” the man panted as he rubbed the head of his well-greased cock into her crotch. “You're going to be a real woman now, like Elizabeth.”

  “Yes, daddy,” much of the fear in her voice had given way to anticipation and natural feminine curiosity as she waited for the moment of truth between her thighs. “Drive your big cock right into me, daddy. I don't care if it hurts. I want to fuck.”

  While she was still talking, Harry had parted the soft, virginal lips and pressed the pulsating head into the very doorway of her maidenhood.

  Now, still guiding it with his right hand, he pushed firmly but without making it a sharp jab.

  His cock felt completely surrounded by the tight wall of moist flesh. The girl had been well creamed, but as he moved into her, he found that her own juices were flowing, assisting in preparing her for the sacrifice.