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 quivered 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.