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.
As an alternative, Faith continued to ponder her plan, she could walk up close to one of the men working alone and really surprise him by asking in a quiet voice if he would like to ram his cock into her steaming hot cunt.
She would smile at his look of shock and walk into the shelter of some hedge. Before long, she was sure, he would come to her with his stiff, hungry prick held in his hand at the ready.
Faith felt the searing heat of her crotch and knew there was no time to waste. Some nameless field hand was about to receive a surprise screwing and there was no point in keeping him waiting-While she considered whether to inform Elizabeth that she was going for a walk or whether to just leave the house, Faith saw a man turning into the walk leading to the front door of the house.
Recognizing him as the new minister come to pay a call on the family, she was tempted to be angry for just a moment. It took her no longer than that to strike on a plan of using the man of the cloth to satisfy the hunger that was burning in her crotch.
What a thrill it would be, she thought with excitement, to turn his mind from matters spiritual to those of a much more sexual nature. With growing confidence and rising passion, she allowed her mind to dwell on the delights of seducing a man who delivered stirring sermons on the evil of the flesh and the terrible sins committed to satisfy the lusts of the body.
If she had stopped to think of the enormity of her plan, Faith might have realized how difficult it could be, but she didn't stop to question. Instead, she hurried to the door to admit the man just as he was reaching for the knocker.
Smiling and greeting the man with her best curtsey, she welcomed him to the house while permitting her eyes to rove over his husky frame. He was bigger than her father, she noted, but his size was all muscle without a trace of fat. In addition, he was much younger and more virile looking.
I wonder how big and strong a cock he has, she mused silently while commenting on the loveliness of the weather. She was pleased to see that the minister seemed charmed at her manner. That was important to her. He could consider her to be a girl and a lovely one, she reasoned, but more than that, he had to see some of the charm of a maturing woman at the same time. Without that, her plan would be in trouble.
While she was assuring the minister that her father was well, Elizabeth walked into the room. Faith glowed, her confidence growing, as she heard the man enthuse in praise of her ladylike manner.
Elizabeth was quick to go along with the game by assuring the man of the cloth that the girl was mature beyond her years and gave promise of becoming a lady of the highest standing.
For a little while, Faith was content so sit quietly while the man and woman exchanged polite conversation. A lull arrived in the conversation, and when it did, Faith was ready to pounce.
“Dear Elizabeth,” she spoke almost shyly, “I've been greatly troubled by spiritual problems of late. Would it be an imposition to ask this man of the cloth to discuss certain troubling matters with me in the privacy of daddy's study?”
“Why, my child,” the man replied before Elizabeth could bring herself under control as a result of the surprise query, “I should be pleased to listen to your problems and offer what help I can.”
“I'm confident your father would be proud of you my dear,” Elizabeth managed to reply at last. “He has done his best to guide you in the proper paths and would, I'm sure be proud of you at this moment.”
“Be assured, Elizabeth, that it is my intention to further the good works to which my father has introduced me that I wish to discuss such intimate matters with this obviously good man.”
Looking over the head of the seated man, Faith's eyes flashed a message and she saw Elizabeth go pale in terror as she comprehended what the child was about.
“I trust, my dear,” Faith saw a glint of excited humor replace the terror that had been in the woman's eyes a moment before, “that you won't burden this man beyond his capabilities with your problems.”
“You have my assurance of that, Elizabeth. I do wish you would inform my dear brother of my intentions. I feel confident he would view it well.”
He would indeed view it well, Faith thought, if he gets the message. Understanding what I'm about, he'll introduce Elizabeth to the peep holes into the study so that they could both watch as she set about seducing in her best style this unbending looking person.
Assuring Faith that she would deliver the message to her brother, Elizabeth stood back as the girl led the man to her father's study and closed the door carefully behind them.
Telling herself there was no reason to hurry, Faith engaged the man in light conversation for a few minutes to allow the others time to get into position in the adjoining room. Hearing the click of the closing door, Faith took a deep breath and prepared to launch her seduction of the minister.
“What seems to be troubling you, my child?” the man asked in a gentle tone.
“I fear sir, that I am ceasing to be a child and it is because of that, that I am troubled. Are you sure I am not burdening you unfairly with my silly problems?”
“Of course not, my dear. It is my role in life to assist with problems such as yours. Speak with complete freedom, my dear and try to tell me what bothers you.”
“Well, reverend,” she tried to look coy and womanly at the same time, “I find that strange things are taking place within my body. Until quite recently, I was more than content with being a girl, but now my body demands that I be a woman and sends the strangest feelings with temptations and hungers that I find so difficult to see through.”
“Can you explain these things to me, my child? Do not fear if you do not know the words that seem to fit. Choose any words which come to you and I shall endeavor to understand and assist you as best I can.”
“I'll try, good sir, but please don't think me too evil, I pray you. Perhaps only a woman can understand. Perhaps I have wronged you in asking you to listen to the foolish sentiments of a girl who cannot cope with the things that are happening inside her.”
“Come, my child,” he encouraged, “I am wise in the ways of the world. Tell me in the clearest words about the things which trouble you and I shall do my best to help you.”
“Well, good sir,” she bent her head in such a way that she knew he would be able to see over the top of her bodice to the gentle swells of her blossoming breasts, “I have been finding of late that there are strange feelings besetting me in that region between my thighs.”
“Do I understood that this is a physical feeling, my child? I mean is there pain or some rash with which you do not know how to cope?”
“No, sir, it is nothing like that. I mean…” she paused for effect, “that my little cunny becomes terribly restless as if demanding that something new and strange should happen to it.”
“Tell me more, my dear.” His voice became shaky and Faith saw beads of perspiration stand out on his forehead. “Can you explain these feelings so that I can understand?”
“Well, reverend sir, it is something much like a mad itch which cannot be scratched. There are times when the madness becomes such that I must put my hand inside my gown and attempt to still it with my hand. Can you truly understand such things?”
“Well now, my dear,” the man stammered, “I'm not sure that a man can truly understand the most secret things of women, and I see you really are becoming a woman rather than a mere girl child. I shall try though.”
“Perhaps, good sir,” she went on in a splendid act of innocence, “if I were to show you the nature of the act I must perform to find relief, it would assist you in understanding.”
“That does seem like a wise suggestion, my child,” he managed, “but perhaps such an act could be misunderstood if someone should stumble upon us while you are making such a demonstration.”
“Truly, there is no chance of that. The door behind us is well locked. Please, sire, if you feel it could help to show me what is wrong, do allow me to demonstrate for you. I know it will embarrass me to show my cunny to a man, but as a man of the cloth, you are surely different. Is that not so?”
“Of course it is so, my child. If you really think it will help, then by all means do raise your clothing and let me see this thing you do with your fingers inside your little cunny slit.”
Standing shyly before the man, Faith began to lift her gown so that he was able to see much of the maturing legs and thighs. Sneaking glances at him, she saw that he was already getting hot and knew she would be able to push him as far as she wanted, far enough to feel his hard cock probing hungrily between her thighs.
Without warning, she pulled her skirts right over her head and tossed them aside to stand nude before him. When she heard his gasp of surprise, she feared that she may have gone too far and that it was time to rectify the situation.
“Forgive me sir, if I appear bold. I'm really not. It's just that when I play with my cunny in the manner I have mentioned, I am always naked. It seems only right that I should be the same while attempting to describe this to you. Does my nudity offend you?”
“Not at all, my child,” his voice creaked a little. “You are a very attractive girl and the body is a thing of beauty. After all, it was fashioned by God and that being the case, it cannot of itself be wrong, can it?”
“Indeed sir, you are so wise. Shall I now show you how I do this sinful thing to myself when the feeling of desire sweeps over my girlish body?”
“Yes, my sweet child. You do that and I shall make every effort to understand and assist you in any manner I can.”
Sitting on the edge of the chair then, Faith parted her thighs wide so that, as she leaned back, not only her cunny, but also a goodly portion of her bum cheeks also showed clearly to the man who slid lower in his chair to enjoy a clearer view of her charms.
Hooking her legs over the arms of the chair, she sat well back and, reaching into her crotch, parted the labia so that the perspiring man could see the warm interior of her twat.
“Tell me, sire, do I look too foolish sitting in such a manner?” she asked with a sincerity that was impressive.
“Not at all, my dear girl. You are becoming a woman now and it is not strange that you should be aware of all the strange feelings which take possession of you inside a warm little thing which you cannot yet truly understand.”
Continuing to finger her steaming hot quim, Faith began to give a performance that was unmatched surely, since the days when the great Burbidge played the works of the bard of Avon. From moment to moment, she switched from little girl to wanton woman until the man sitting just a few inches from her parted thighs feared he was going to fire his stream of sperm into the front of his trousers.
Using language which, under different circumstances, would have inspired the minister to deliver a ringing sermon, Faith described as best she could all the burning sensations of desire and lust to which she could lay her tongue.
All the while, the man encouraged her to continue with her recital of lust and desire. He had long since stopped trying to hide the throbbing lump in his trousers caused by his erect penis straining to reach what the sweet girl was showing to him.
Then, just when he reached the point where it was out of the question to resist the charms of the naked young woman, she moved from the chair and dropped to her knees before him, her arms resting on his parted thighs.
“Please, reverend,” she gasped, “I hope this will not sound too terrible, but perhaps if I could once see what it is that a man has between his legs I would no longer be troubled by such terrible dreams. Please allow me to see what it is through which the male pees.”
Without waiting for his reply, Faith began to unfasten the front of his pants. Straining to contain his liquid shot within the confines of his cock and balls, the man breathed deeply and noisily until she had reached inside and brought out the magnificent weapon which throbbed as a strong, hard thing in her soft hands.
“Oh sire, it is so lovely that I feel I really must kiss it in tribute. Would that be a terribly sinful thing to do?”
“No my child,” he gasped weakly. “After all, we are attempting to gain an understanding of many things and so it must be the right thing to do. Take it right into your mouth.”
He was magnificently endowed with a tool that stood much longer and stiffer than her father's.
“Oh, how very big and strong it is,” she exclaimed. She held it in both of her pretty hands. He groaned.
“It's so big and beautiful and delicious looking,” she purred.
So saying, she lowered her head and opened her mouth to find the throbbing, velvet head of his big cock. Her lips opened to the full and she forced it between her lips much the way she would introduce such a weapon between the lips of her cunny in preparation for a glorious fuck.
She sucked slowly, wetly, then pulled her lips away and looked up at his flushed face.
“This is all so nice and new to me,” she smiled.
“You must learn. You must experience many things as you grow up in this world,” he said, making a mockery of his pious sounding words with the tortured expression on his face.
She smiled, winked at him outrageously, and then her mouth moved down toward the knob of his prick once more. She flicked it with the tip of her tongue.
“Do you mind if I do that?” she asked, pretending shyness.
His large weapon again slid into her hot, clinging mouth. It buried itself there.
Within seconds, her experienced hands felt the measure of the throbbing increase of his balls until she knew that he was ready to shoot his cream into her mouth.
Hiding her head, she sucked with greater vigor and felt the first spurt of liquid hitting deep in the back of her mouth. She gurgled with pleasure. He grunted.
Turning a little, she kept sucking and guided the thick, rich streams into her throat where they lined the passage with a warm, rich tasting sheen.
She had released his spent cock from her wet, sucking lips.
“Please, sir, assure me that I have not done wrong to you in drawing such precious fluid from your lovely big cock.”
“What, what?” he said, stunned.
“Have I hurt you by sucking all the cream from your cock?”
Amazed at her command of the terminology of sex, the minister tried to assure her that she was merely searching for knowledge and that such an act could never be amiss under the circumstances.
“Tell me, my dear,” he said in a quivering voice. “Are you still a virgin? I mean… have you ever taken the cock of a male… a man into your sweet little cunny?”
“I know not how to answer that question, sire,” she answered.
As she did so, she was probing with her tongue in her mouth for the last few precious drops of his cream. She loved the taste of it.
“Well, my pet, are you a virgin? Has the cock of a male entered your sweet pussy?”
“Well, sire, in times of great stress I have introduced a long candle deep into my slit.”
“Ah!” he exclaimed.
“Never, though, has any man ever shoved his cock into this hole. Does that mean that I am still a virgin?”
“Well, you see it's this way my dear…”
She had begun to toy with his spent cock. She felt his balls and they seemed to her to still be full of plenty of cream.
“Well, my dear,” he continued, “such things are difficult to answer in a simple way.”
“But why should they be, sire?” she asked, her fingers playing with his limp cock and swollen balls.
“You s«e, my dear, sometimes simple answers are not easy to give.”
“I do not understand.”
“Tell me, my dear, how did you feel when that candle was pushing deep into your slit?”
“Must I tell you?” she said coyly.
“Yes. Did you feel it was a pleasant thing? Did it cause you to squirm with a feeling of pleasure?”
“I must confess, good sire, that I really did find during the act a feeling of pleasure that must have been a sinful thing.”
“True, my child.”
“Oh, it's sinful!”
The man moved much closer as he spoke.
“My child, there are many things about the body that we fail to understand,” he said gravely. “There are many things about the body that we fail to understand and against which we must attempt to fight at all times.”
“But, reverend, sir…”
“I am telling you what is good for you.”
“I know, sire.”
“So?”
“But, sire, I know not how to fight such things, you see. Won't you please be kind and show me some way?” Her eyes devoured his meat which dangled down with a faint promise that new life was stirring there. “If such a good man as you were to put his big thing into my little slit, would it not put some goodness into me and help me forget the terrible evil desires that I feel in the heat of my little twat?”
“Well, my child…” he muttered, pausing.
“Please sire?”
“Now… I think that you may well be right.”
“You do, sire?” she said hopefully.
“Yes, I do. But we must think of what others would say if they heard of it.”
“But how will they hear of it?”
“We must take care. It could be that they would not understand why I did such a thing for you.”
“But you would do such a thing for me to give me understanding.”
“Yes. I know that. You know that. But will they know that? Perhaps they would even think it an evil thing.”
“But, sire, surely we would know it was a right thing and I would speak of it to no other person.”
“I see…”
“I will never say a word.”
“That is good.”
“Sire, oh sire, please do this for me to take away the evil that I feel.”
And, as she begged, her hand clutched at the toughening meat and felt it rise strong and stiff again.
It would be just a matter of time, Faith knew, before he would be pushing the fullness of his cock into her aching little cunt and driving her wild with arousal as he screwed at her.
“Do you promise me that you would mention it to no person if I did you this great favor which you seek?” he asked in such a solemn tone that she felt a great urge to laugh right into his face.
“Oh, yes, reverend, I promise.”
“Good. You like to play with my cock, don't you?”
“Yes, I do. It is all so new to me.”
“I understand.”
“I'm so grateful that you do, sire.”
“Reverend, it would be so great a favor to me and it would help me to live a better life, I am sure. I know other people would not understand. Take me to the couch and show me what I must do to take this great, hard meat into my little cunny. Please do, sire. I know that it will fill me with the greatness of goodness.”
The man of the cloth was lowering his own cloth as he walked with her to the couch. Pretending ignorance of the methods involved, she stood with one finger probing deeply into her cranny as she waited for him to tell her what she should do.
While he was bending to examine her steaming quim for his greater edification, Faith looked out over his back to catch the attention of the two she knew to be watching her in her daring act.
With a bold wink, she reached behind him and drew the cheeks of his arse apart to play between them with a long, probing finger.
“What is this called that you will do with me, strong sir?” she asked in a quavering voice. “Is it truly called a fuck?”
“Yes, my child, it is. Let me hear you say the crude word again. I must watch your lips form the word so that if there is sin involved, I can see it and help you in the fight to overcome sin.”
“Fuck,” she said slowly with her lips moving fully to pronounce the word. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… with your stiff cock in my horny little cunt.”
“No, my child,” he panted as he grasped the shaft and brought it between her thighs, “there is no sin in the way you say the word. I find in your lovely voice, only words of innocence and a sweet seeking after knowledge of life and all it means to a girl who approaches womanhood with the trembling nervousness of curiosity. Open your legs wide now, my child, and I shall fill your eager womanly body with the magic staff of life.”
“Oh, reverend sir,” she gasped, her mouth slack with passion, I can see that you are so strong and good.”
Faith stopped talking then because she felt the big cock driving hard into her tight, hot slit. She felt it filling her steaming void and knew she was right when she told him it was strong and good.
It was all of that and he drove it into her with the force of a sailor who had waited months for the feel of a cunt at the end of his mast.
He was so completely wrapped up in his screw that he wouldn't have heard her if she had talked, so she didn't. Instead, she entwined her legs and arms around him and raised her arse so as to shove her aching quim right into the path of his rammer to ensure that she would catch all the force of his drive.
Faith came with a long drawn cry of passion which stimulated the man to ram her with even greater vigor. At last, when she felt that her twat was going to break out into flames of rawness, she felt him tensing to shoot his cargo into her hold. Her legs and arms wrapped even more tightly around him and she drained his whacker of all it had to offer.
As if he did suddenly realize the terrible thing that he had done to the seemingly innocent girl, the man rolled off her quickly and raised his clothes. His face was covered with a hot blush.
“Oh, dear me…” he muttered to himself in his moment of stress.
“What is it, sire?”
“Oh, nothing, nothing my pet,” he stammered. He was stricken with the pangs of conscience.
Faith knew what was troubling him. She delighted in the way in which he fumbled with his clothes. His hands were trembling. His face was flushed.
Faith waited until he had reached the door and his hand reached for the latch before she spoke. When she did, her voice rang out loudly through the room, the silent room.
“Thank you, sire, for a most magnificent fuck.”
“What?” he said, his ears burning from the sting of her words. Her voice sounded so mature, so bawdy.
“I said, sire, thank you for a most magnificent fuck. I enjoyed it very much.”
“But, my child…”
“My child, your big cock!” she exclaimed, enjoying his confusion.
“I don't fully comprehend…”
“You comprehended my juicy twat with your big cock, though, didn't you!”
“What ever are you saying, my child,” he said, his voice filled with horror as he tried to understand what she was telling him.
“Surely you understand my words, sire. Vicar, I'm telling you that your saintly tallywhacker has done wonders for my greedy cunt!”
“My child!” he said, shocked.
“A child am I! You fucked me good. By the bouncing of your balls, I can't say when I've enjoyed a screwing as much as the one I've just had with you.”
“You've… done it before…?”
“You should leave off the stupid sermons in your deadly dull church and treat the women of your charge to frequent applications of your manly cock.”
“I swear, sire, even if they never get to heaven after they die, they'll sure as hell think they're in heaven while you're pumping that big, firm meat into their twats.”
“I can't believe my ears,” he sputtered.
“You believed your meaty cock when I sucked it, didn't you?” Faith laughed, enjoying the way in which she was scandalizing him.
“You're so young and yet…” his voice trailed off.
“And you believed your meaty cock when it spurted cream in my cunny, didn't you?” she said, pressing after him.
“Oh, such foul words,” he said, his face pious and blanching with horror.
“And was what you did to me so pure, sire? You played out your little game with me, pretending it was jolly all right.”
“How dare you criticize me!”
“You dared let me suck your cock. And you dared fuck me in my hot cunny with your big prick. Oh, sire, you are too funny for words.”
“My dear girl, you simply must not carry on in this manner,” he said, confusion twisting his face.
“In what manner pray should I carry on, vicar? You had a good blow-job and a merry fuck with me. I enjoyed it. Did you?” she teased.
“Well, I never!” he said, shock in his voice.
Faith didn't know whether the man would faint or soil his linen, but she didn't really care.
“You'd better leave now, vicar, or I'll unbutton you and use your big cock again,” she laughed.
The vicar's eyes went wide. He quickly turned and let himself out. Faith laughed wildly as he left. She had collected what she wanted and had provided a stimulating show for her brother and tutor in the other room. She enjoyed the idea that they had watched her performance.
Edward Cartwright
The Family Man