Before Faith could give vent to the cry of outrage she felt, Elizabeth's strong palm had already slapped a brisk spank across the apex of one delightful cheek and was rising to prepare the second spank.
The confident young woman suddenly became a little girl again as the woman spanked as hard as she had ever done in the old days before the orgy.
Again and again her hand rose and fell as her left arm held the writhing, yelping victim securely in place so that her dancing bum never did get a chance to avoid even one stinging spank.
Faith had been quite the young lady as she boasted having drained her brother's tool before Elizabeth, hot from waiting, had been able to clamp her starving quim around it. All that changed quite suddenly though, she was now a very contrite little girl whose buttocks were a very hot and sore looking shade of red while the hand continued to spank new fires into the sensitive cheeks.
It would have been a less severe spanking, but for the discovery Elizabeth made that spanking the girl was providing her with a wild, sexual stimulation almost as good as having a stiff rammer driving in and out of her twat.
That discovery sealed Faith's fate and assured her a glowing, tingling arse.
Elizabeth spanked until her arm was tired, her palm stinging and her cunt ready to explode. Without giving the girl a chance to rest from the rigors of the spanking, Elizabeth threw her robe off and displayed her nude, waiting body.
Falling back on the bed, she grabbed the sobbing girl by the hair and pulled her face eagerly into the warmth of her crotch. Not wanting another round of spanking, Faith knew just what expected of her and did it with a spirit of dedication that had the woman moaning in passion within a few seconds.
Understanding chap that he was, Clyde moved to sit by the tutor and his hands found her breasts in a way that made everything more exciting for her as the dear girl sucked her cunt with a vengeance.
When Elizabeth made it clear that she was beginning to come, Clyde, understanding as always, squeezed the pair of fleshy melons in his warm hands and held them tightly until her body stopped jerking and the cries of completion stopped.
Whispering into her ear then, he moved quickly to pull his sister away. Moments later, his educated young tongue was lapping with all the skill of a master so that she gave a groan of delight and began to come again. He kept his ardent mouth pressed into her heat until the storm passed and Elizabeth was a happy, contented woman again.
At least, she was until she noticed that in servicing her so well, the boy had managed a new erection that promised to be more than enough to meet any demands she could make on it.
“Kneel up, Elizabeth,” he guided her with his hands as he spoke. “I really work better this way with your beautiful bum against my belly.”
Elizabeth didn't need to be told twice. In just a trice, she was kneeling on all four with her long legs wide apart to provide an easy entrance to her crotch.
Clyde's erection had been good, but as he looked at the kneeling woman, her lush breasts dangling full and smooth looking with the erect teats stabbing down, he felt his cock twitch with anxiety to get at the job.
Kneeling close behind her, he ran his hands over the silken slopes of her bum for a little while to tease himself rather than her. It worked beautifully and his pecker was threatening to drive toward the slit with a mind of its own if he didn't hurry and do something about it.
He did. His left hand moved under the curves of her twitching arse and found the warm, wet path. Holding it open, he lanced his member under her and pushed the hard head right up into the slit without fumbling at all as he had done the first few times.
His arrow drove straight and true until it was fully buried in the center of her target. His hands were the strong hands of a man as he held her thighs and hips to keep her centered properly.
Before he flooded her cunt and belly with his warm product, Elizabeth had been well and truly Screwed so that she wanted nothing more than a long rest. She left the room slowly, leaving the brother and sister alone.
“You really gave it to her, Clyde,” Faith said to her brother with admiration.
“I plowed it into her all right,” he laughed, feeling very proud of himself.
“You really wore her out with your screwing.”
“Yeah, that's right. She was nearly crawling when she left,” he laughed. “But she wore you out, too.” “She did not. I feel very good and very strong.”
Faith reached down and took her brother's limp, lick cock between her fingers. She felt it, measured it, caressed it.
“She did too wear you out. Look how little and soft your prick is.”
“Well, what do you expect?”
“I expect it to be hard and ready when I want it.”
“But it's just been used.”
“Do you think that if I suck on it it'll get hard again?”
“I doubt it.”
“Well, then, you'll have to do me.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. You'll have to get down between my legs and eat up my pussy.”
“You want it now?” “Yes, I do.”
“All right. I'll do it. Lie down and spread your legs wide apart so I can get at that hot cunt of yours.”
“Anything you say, brother dear,” she laughed.
Clyde buried his face between his sister's warm thighs and his mouth covered her slick, fevered slit. His tongue dug and dove and licked, driving his sister nearly out of her mind. When she came she screamed and nearly fainted.
Edward Cartwright
The Family Man
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
For days now, Faith and her brother had been applying themselves to their school work. The evenings were always enjoyable, with the four of them usually participating in some variation of an orgy that went on until the participants were exhausted.
But while the evenings were fine, the days were a bore to the two young ones, especially so in Faith's case. School work had once seemed routine, but since her education had been stepped up, she found it impossibly dull.
Noticing this at the outset, Elizabeth used both reason and applications of the cane and birch to make the proper impression on the girl. In doing so, she made it clear that while the younger ones acted as adults, they would be accorded appropriate treatment.
When, on the other hand, their conduct fell below the acceptable standard, they would be punished like naughty children.
Clyde, becoming more mature every day, caught on at once so that he had not received even one beating as they returned to the discipline of the class room. Faith was not nearly as amenable to the routine however, and her big behind constantly wore stripes.
On one particular day, Faith swore that she would not earn herself another beating. Applying herself to the work assigned her, she was a model student and had finished the job shortly after lunch.
After congratulating herself, she was startled to realize that thanks to having finished so early, there was a long afternoon of boredom ahead before she could hope for any enjoyment to break the monotony.
At once, her mind began working on a plan to fill the void which looked ahead and seemed weeks long, not just hours.
In the fields behind the house, she watched men at work. In desperation, she thought of slipping outside in search of some fun.
The more she toyed with the idea, the more exciting it seemed. There was, she told herself, no need for any complicated plan.
She would merely appear to be an innocent maid out for a stroll in the fields on a sunny afternoon. When she spotted a likely looking man working alone, it would be simple enough to duck into the shelter of a hedge or clump of bush and raise her skirts up her belly.
Seeing such a sight, she smiled at the thought, any man would quickly understand what was being offered and be quick to take advantage of it.