“Now you naughty children,” Elizabeth took command of the training again, “you are going to demonstrate for both of us the act you did for which you are now being punished. In doing so, I want you to remember well the things we have taught you. If you don't suck each other with the proper degree of finesse, there will be severe beatings as a result.”
Elizabeth arranged the boy on the bed with his tool sticking straight up. Gently, she drew the skin back to expose the sensitive head.
With the same care, she arranged his sister atop so that her crotch was directly above his face and her face just above the head of the waiting penis.
At the command, they pressed together so that Clyde felt his face buried in the warm crotch while his sister claimed the young meat with her mouth. At once, a sound of sucking filled the room.
It was not surprising that Clyde was first to come. Elizabeth had been supervising that end of the match and allowed the girl to suck him quite dry before pulling it out of her reluctant mouth.
At Harry's urging, Clyde continued to suck his warm sister even while he was coming. Now it was her turn to experience a delicious come and she did so with obvious, tingling excitement as her crotch ground hard against an eager face while his tongue licked her as dry as possible.
“All right,” Harry proclaimed, “it's time now for the final lesson for the time being.”
Understanding what he wanted and knowing how great his need was, Elizabeth dropped onto her back and opened up her legs to give him entry into her cunt which was understandably hot and hungry.
Dropping into the opening of her thighs, Harry took his massive tool into his hand and prepared to bury it into her. As instructed, the children stayed as close as possible to watch the magic of so great a chunk of meat being fitted into so narrow looking a slot.
Harry was too impatient to delay just for the sake of the education of the children. Almost at once, he had lunged into her so that he was buried right up to the hilt.
“Doesn't it hurt?” Faith whispered the question to Elizabeth.
“Don't be foolish, darling. You don't know what real joy is until your cunt is stretched by the stout bone of a good man. Fuck away, Harry,” she shouted, her voice trembling with desire. “Screw the arse off me.”
Harry worked with great driving strokes so that he rammed deeply into her each time. She grunted and groaned under the force of his attack, but it was obvious that she was ecstatic.
Feeling herself coming, she threw her body up to meet him and cut loose a fart that exploded loudly in the quiet room.
While she was still coming, her hips twitching and her mouth open wide, Harry gave one final lunge at her, groaned weakly and felt his pressure unloosed as a long stream of come poured into her slit. He thought it was going to last forever and waited as if expecting to see her belly expand as he made a fountain out of her.
“What a glorious fuck,” she said in a pleasantly tired tone. “Just wait until tomorrow, girl, and you are going to discover what I mean.”
“You mean…?” Faith was unable to finish the question.
“I mean that early tomorrow, you stupid little goose, your virginal cunt will feel the strength of the plough for the first time. You are going to be made a woman by the massive prick of your father's that just did such a wonderful job on me.”
“Don't feel badly, young man. Your cock may not be as big as your father's, but tomorrow you'll stick it in me and do your best. Do you expect you'll enjoy doing it to me?”
“Oh yes, Miss,” he assured her.
“Well then,” she sighed and stretched her lush, nude body lazily, “let's all get some sleep so that we'll be fresh and strong. There's a lot of fucking to be done and we want to be ready for the task.”
Just to ensure that the children didn't continue their education alone during the night, it was decided that all four would sleep in the wide bed.
Edward Cartwright
The Family Man
CHAPTER NINE
Clyde woke early the following morning while the sky was still only beginning to brighten. Inches from his face, he saw the softly curved buttocks of the mature tutor.
Realizing that soon he was going to be permitted all the liberties she had promised the night before, he felt his penis jerk to life and begin to throb in expectation.
Peering closely, he saw just a hint of the interior where he would soon explore. Moving his face closer, he inhaled deeply of the woman scent he found. For only an instant, he was tempted to press his lips against her to steal a preview of what was to come. Quickly, he warned himself that it would be a mistake. A beautiful day had been promised and he didn't want to do anything to spoil it.
Instead, he continued to lie there thinking of what great changes had taken place in his life and that of an innocent girl who would become a woman before the day of initiation ended for them.
The father had always been an unapproachable figure, terribly correct and forbidding. The tutor had been the epitome of correctness. Never would he have guessed the things of which both people were not only capable, but avid.
Feeling his stiff bird silently screaming for some attention he looked down at it. Until now, it had been a plaything, something to fondle with his hand until it spurted cream to make his fingers sticky and his back a weak thing.
Within hours, perhaps even minutes, his cock would enter the mysterious, soft slit in the bottom of the hot belly of a woman. Instead of rubbing it in his hand, he would rub it there in the strange smelling hole until it came off with a great rush. How it would feel was not a thing he could know, all he could do was try to imagine. Still, it was something to do while he waited for others to waken so that the day could begin.
He didn't realize that Elizabeth was awake until he saw her thighs part and one slipped around him.
“The least you can do is kiss me good morning,” she whispered with a smile as her quim opened just inches at the most from his nose.
Without a word, he squirmed until her inner thighs, warmed from the night's sleep, brushed his cheeks as his lips found warmer, softer lips. They moistened almost at once and made it very easy to slip his tongue deep inside where it was even softer and warmer and the taste was strong.
While his mouth worked, his hands coursed along the warm, silken slopes of her lovely, firm behind. In the past, a bum had been nothing more to him than something to sit on or to feel the sting of the cane when he was punished.
That had begun to change the previous day when he first saw and touched Faith's. Later had come a thrill at the feel of Elizabeth's mature one and now, he was rubbing it freely as he drank from the erotic depths of her twat.
Remembering what his father had told him during the strange lesson the previous evening, Clyde removed one hand from its exploration of the smooth rounded surface and probed at her anus with the tip of a finger.
When she made no protest, he pushed the finger deep inside her and felt her rub against his mouth and face in response. Father, he sensed, was right. A woman did like to feel a finger diddling her bum hole while a man sucked her cunt. Keeping the finger deep inside her, he moved it a little from time to time when he thought of it.
Elizabeth began to come then and made enough noise to wake the others.
Rolling over sleepily, Harry slapped her a stinging swat on the behind and pretended to be annoyed at the disturbance.
“You're a greedy wench,” he said sleepily. “Doesn't that hot twat of yours ever want to rest?”
“It's been resting far too long as it is,” she laughed. “It wants to make up for all the wasted years as quickly as possible.”
“Lord help us,” the man grumbled as he tried to rub the sleep out of his face, “she'll do us all to death yet, damn the greedy wench.”
“Don't let it bother you, old one,” she teased in reply, “I have a nice young cock here to work on. If yours is tired or too old, let it go back to sleep.”