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.
Looking at her face as she fought for composure, Harry moved his glance down the lovely young body under his. For a little while, he wasn't Harry Brougham, successful London Barrister at all and the year wasn't 1859.
Instead, he was a high priest of some obscure religion at a time before man being measuring with calendars. Under his sweating body lay the alabaster form of the vestal virgin being offered as appeasement to the gods. As high priest, it was his role to cause her blood to flow so that the sacrifice would be perfect and pleasing to the deity who watched from the clouds as the tribe gathered in a hushed circle around the sacrifice.
Tensing all his muscles, Harry held the ground he had already gained and braced for the push that would, if he did it right, destroy that membrane barrier to push beyond innocent girlhood and into the wantonness, the hot desires of womanhood.
Resisting the urge to slam his body down onto her, he pushed strongly, felt the membrane resist for just a moment, then it began to give until, surprising him and the girl, it suddenly parted and his exploring whacker, stiff and stout in triumph, drove straight and true into the middle of her.
There was some blood and she did give one sharp cry of pain, but a moment later, there was a smile on her lovely face. She had survived the breaking of her cherry and it wasn't nearly as painful as she had expected.
Beside her on the bed, Elizabeth smiled and breathed a loud sigh of relief. The worst, she knew, was over and now, there was every chance that the girl would be able to enjoy her very first screwing.
Elizabeth understood the importance of that. When it hurts too much the first time, she knew, a girl can build a dread of the act and go through the rest of her life in a state of fear where males are concerned.
As she looked and contemplated, Elizabeth saw the eager young body begin to pick up the rhythm and allow her body to move with it.
Bending down on the bed, Elizabeth put her lips to the girl's ear and began to whisper words of encouragement and excitement to her.
“Lovely, darling,” she almost hissed. “You took his big prick beautifully. Doesn't it feel wonderful to have your cunt stuffed with solid muscle.”
Faith couldn't speak, but she did turn her head and her wide smile thanked Elizabeth and assured her she was in complete agreement about the feeling of having a full cock in one's cunt.
“Just wait until he comes in you, darling,” Elizabeth went on. “It feels like gallons of thick, warm lotion bathing your insides. You'll want it to go on forever and when he stops, you'll want someone else to take over and do it again.”
While the tutor went on whispering, Harry kept applying himself to his job. Confident that Faith felt no hurt now, he was working boldly with long, slow strokes, drawing his tool back until only the head remained inside her, then sliding it slowly ahead the full length until he felt their bellies rubbing.
Each time he reached the end of a stroke, Faith gave a little sigh and her tender young body, growing in experience, arched upward as if to claim more and more of the lovely stiff fuck stick.
Becoming increasingly bold as the fear of pa-'n vanished completely, Faith reached her arms around the man who lay screwing into her belly and found his hard buttocks.
Cupping one in each hand, she began to pick up the rhythm so that each time he began to stroke ahead, her hands dug into his buttocks and dragged him down even harder as if hoping to force his cock more deeply into her burning little pit.
“Poh… ooooohhhhhh… I'm beginning to feel funny… oohhh… ahhhh…” It was a cry of animal delight that grew louder as the man responded by driving his lance into her with greater vigor.