“My cock is your cock,” Clyde laughed.
“Then I shall just go ahead and bloody well suck it off. Ummm, my lips are so hungry for it. And your cock is such a nice size. It fits just right in my lips. Daddy's is much bigger and it is difficult to stuff it all between my lips.”
“Do you like his better because it is bigger?”
“No. I like your pretty prick too. I'd rather suck on yours any day.”
“Then start sucking and stop talking,” he said to his sister, eager to have her get on with it.
“Oh, I jolly well will!”
And she began licking up to the base of his rampant rod. Her caressing hand released its maddening caress and her mouth took up where it left off. The tip of her tongue traced its way slowly up, from the base of his arching cock to its tip. And then her tongue slowly teased its way back down again. Faith was overjoyed as she heard her brother moan helplessly as she teased his hard prick with her pink, wet tongue.
Round and round his trembling cock her wet tongue slid. And then, finally, her lips encircled the head of his hardness. She took it in a little bit at a time, slowly sucking his hard prick in between her eager, hot, wet lips. As she sucked on the hard head of his manhood, he began bucking his hips on the bed, trying to drive his prick deeper and deeper into his sister's mouth. But Faith would not be hurried. She meant to control this little sucking game.
Slowly, setting the pace with her clinging lips, slowly she began to suck more and more of his hard, straining rod in between her pink, hot lips. And then, finally, her head dove all the way down and she swallowed his manhood whole. She imagined that she could feel the head of his hard prick, deep in her mouth, touching and tickling her tonsils.
Faith began to bob her head over her brother's middle, her mouth clinging heatedly to his throbbing cock, her pretty hair flying as her head bobbed more and more rapidly. Her eyes were closed tightly and there was a dreamy expression of delight on her face as she sucked avidly on his prick. In and out of her gripping lips his cock sped. Then it began spurting and she gulped up every drop of his love juice joyfully. She did not release his spurting, throbbing cock until she had sucked it completely dry. Then she let his spent tool slide slowly out of her lips.
“See, I told you that he'd spit in my mouth,” she giggled as she gave his limp prick a playful squeeze.
“You were right,” he panted to his sister.
“I liked that. But look what a bad boy you are, Clyde. Look how soft your pretty pecker is now. You're bad,” she said sternly to her brother.
“What are you talking about?” he asked his sister stupidly. He was still gasping for breath.
“Your cock is all soft and useless. Oh, that's bad, bad, Clyde.”
“Well, what ever do you expect? It bloody well is soft after the way you sucked every drop out of it with your lips. You are crazy.”
“And you are bad to let it get so soft,” she said unreasonably. “Turn over. You must be punished.”
He decided to play her game. He turned over onto his stomach, presenting his naked buttocks to her. Faith wasted no time. She began to spank him angrily with the stiff, open palm of her hand. She beat a furious tattoo on his buttocks with her hand, spanking him with every ounce of strength that she possessed.
Clyde yelped as her hand slapped down repeatedly, with fury, making his behind sting. Whack, whack, whack. Again and again her hand slapped down. His white behind began to flame. Redder and redder it got as she spanked him with all of her power and all of her fury. He cried out for her to stop, but she would not. Whack, whack, slap, slap. Her nailing hand whipping through the air and solid blows rained down on his welting, red, vulnerable backside.
And then, just as eagerly and quickly as she had begun spanking her brother, she stopped. Her eyes were glittering wildly. With a sly, knowing expression on her face she rolled her brother over onto his back. She laughed with pure lustful pleasure when she saw that the spanking had excited her brother. His cock once again stood at proud, hard attention. She knew just what to do about that, and she promptly did.
She quickly straddled her brother, took his swollen cock in the tight grip of her hand, and guided it toward her steaming cunt as she slowly lowered herself down over him. She sighed and cursed as his had cock slipped easily into her hot cave. The moist, creamy lips of her cunt clung tightly to his spearing rod as she lowered herself down all the way onto his prick. She buried it in her steaming cunt.
And then she began to buck up and down over her brother as he lay there on his back beneath her, his bottom flaming and in pain from her spanking, his prick alive as she took it into her. She churned her hips over him, impaling herself on his stiff prick. Greedily her pussy consumed his prick. It was as if the wet lips of her cunt were eating his prick. Up and down she humped on her brother's prick.
They came together and his sperm spurt forth and jetted deep into her. She laughed as she hit her peak. Jet after jet of hot sperm poured into her pussy, and her pussy continued to consume the spurting prick. She used her brother roughly, taking everything that he had to offer.
Yes, Elizabeth made a mistake by not keeping a sharp eye on Faith. Faith would indeed wear her brother out with her greedy pussy. And if she did-and it seemed as if she would-there would be nothing but a limp, useless prick left for Elizabeth. Elizabeth soon learned the importance of keeping her eye on Faith. A few days after the original orgy, she came down with the well known curse so that for four days she was rendered hors de combat as regards screwing. When the flow was at its end at last she bathed herself carefully so that she would be at her freshest and best to collect what kept fires of desire burning between her eager thighs and deep down within her belly. She was hot to have the boy. She wanted Clyde desperately. She knew that she could not have Harry, even if she wanted him.
She woke to find that Harry had already gone to Lincoln's Inn, but that didn't bother her. Of the two males, she had come to prefer young Clyde who, although his digger was smaller, worked with lovely diligence and was able to last long enough to give her a couple of nice comes before he shot.
She found him in his bedroom and one glance was all she needed to see that she was too late for him too. He stood tiredly with the wreckage of his cock dangling in a way that told her he was definitely out of order for the time being.
The obvious explanation was just behind him on the bed. Faith lay with her legs wide apart and a dreamy look of contentment on her proud young face.
If more evidence was needed, Elizabeth found it when she looked down between the lovely young thighs. The whole expanse of her crotch and the bottom slopes of her bum cheeks were wet with the boy's sperm.
“Why you greedy little bitch,” Elizabeth raged as she realized how she had been robbed of the much needed dosage of stiff cock.
“What ever do you mean?” Faith asked in an innocent tone but with a smile that spoke volumes.
“You know damn well what I mean, little miss hot twat. I told you last night that I'd be ready for action as soon as I got up this morning and you knew I wanted to have one real good rise with Clyde.”
“Oh well, he's a strong young man,” Faith almost laughed as she said it. “I'm sure he'll recover before long.”
Up to that point, Elizabeth would have been a good enough sport to take her loss with a grin in spite of her pretended anger. Faith's cocky attitude was just too much for her at the moment though. Pretended anger grew into the real thing.
“That did it, you little minx,” she snorted as she jumped to the bed and made a grab at the nude girl. “I am going to teach you a lesson in manners.”
Faith made a jump to get off the other side of the bed, but it was too little and much too late. Before she could collect her wits, the woman had wrapped a strong arm around her waist and turned her over her legs so that twin cheeks of a beautiful bum arched invitingly before her.