Considering his reputation, it wasn't at all strange that Harry Brougham should find himself in line for an appointment to the bench. Having been an outstanding barrister for so long, and considering that his reputation was above reproach, it was only logical that when an aging justice passed on to his reward in the sky, Harry would be considered to replace him.
If he had taken an active role in politics, the appointment would have come as a matter of course, a loyal party man would be rewarded and that was that.
Still, such was his reputation that, political support or no, those with the authority to recommend the replacement kept returning to the name of Harry Brougham.
The usual tentative enquiries were made and Harry let it be known that he would be pleased to accept a call to the bench. Although the Whigs were in power at the time, he found almost equal support among the Tories who had a say in filling such appointments.
So impressed was Harry at the sacred trust that could be his, unless something went terribly wrong, that he put an end to his sexual games with his daughter and Elizabeth. While he didn't insist that they too, turn over a new leaf and become as moral as he, he hinted strongly that they should be circumspect in their lustful activities to ensure that no breath of scandal should fall on the house. While assuring the man that they would be terribly careful in their conduct, the others went about their erotic action much the same as they always had except that they did not let him see or hear what they were doing.
“Be patient with your father,” Elizabeth coaxed the growing children. “This appointment is terribly important to him. After he has been installed on the bench, he will become the same man again and we shall return to our old ways.
For now though, let him think you nave become very moral and wouldn't say cock if you had a mouthful of it.”
Laughing, Clyde and Faith assured their tutor that they understood and would play the game she suggested. They did indeed play their usual games, but they arranged them so that Harry was not only not involved, but didn't even realize that they were going on.
In due time, Harry received a visit from the Lord Chief Justice, Lord Prawl. For all his dignity which he wore like a cloak, Lord Anthony Prawl was as dirty an old lecher as had ever pried loose a childish cherry or buggered a boyish bum.
When presiding over the courts of justice, he seemed to wear a halo, yet, when someone in the court, male or female, caught the fancy of his dirty old mind, he was not above opening his judicial robes behind the protection of the bench and fondling his amazingly agile tool while seeming to be the quintessence of British jurisprudence.
Arriving at the Brougham home late in the afternoon of a Friday, he was completely jovial as he prepared to spend the weekend with the family. Although Harry well knew that the man was there to look him over and see how he lived at home, the Lord Chief Justice made no comment to confirm this.
Their first dinner together was a dreadful thing. Elizabeth, sensing that the old man was nothing if not human, tried to keep the tone of the meal light, but Harry was so sonorous and so sincere in everything, that the meal was a dismal flop.
All through the evening, Harry toadied after the old man so that, it reached the point where Lord Prawl was quite sure he was going to vomit if the tone didn't soon change.
“Damn it all, Harry,” he grumbled as they sat before the blazing fire drinking port after dinner, “don't you sometimes think you take the law too seriously?”
“Ah, Milord,” Harry smiled in reply, “I know you're testing me, but I won't fall for that. Of course I take the law seriously. It is a very serious institution and the very bulwark of the empire. There is a time for levity, of course, but not where the law is concerned.”
When the old man snorted and took a big pull at his drink, Harry assured himself that he had given the right answer and was paving the road to the judicial bench he so wanted.
The following day, Saturday, promised more of the same and it would undoubtedly have been that if Lord Prawl had not taken a hand in matters to give fate a gentle goose.
Harry was shattered when he received a command to appear before a committee at Lincoln's Inn that afternoon. Under ordinary circumstances, it would have thrilled him, but while the Lord Chief Justice was his house guest, he didn't want to spend a moment away from the house.
Not only did Harry not want to miss a moment of his opportunity to figuratively kiss the man's bum, but deep in his mind was the terrible fear that his daughter, not aware of the importance of protocol, would do something rash, such as making a play for the old lord's whacker.
Should that happen, Harry shuddered at the thought, it's all over. I can forget then about ever being named to the bench. Without luck, in fact, he moaned silently, I'll more likely be named to serve time in Wormwood Scrubs or some other filthy prison.
With a heavy heart, he summoned a carriage and began the tiring, frightening trip into the city, leaving his distinguished guest in the care of his family. In that moment, Harry Brougham not only wished he had never taught his children about sex, he wished he had never discovered it himself. Life could have been so easy, his future could be assured, he reminded himself, if it weren't for the fear that his sex-mad daughter, whom he had guided along the road to sensuality, would lose control of herself and try to lure the Lord Chief Justice into her turbulent snatch.
But while the enforced departure saddened Harry and filled him with dread and foreboding, Anthony Prawl reacted in the opposite manner. The minute the sincere barrister left the house, Lord Prawl seemed to throw off a great weight and become a much younger and more vital man.
Sensing that Elizabeth had been appointed a substitute guardian to keep an eye on him and ensure that he had no enjoyment at all, he took the offensive and decided to get her off his tail at once.
Tail was not the fartherest thing from his mind at the moment. He had looked her over well and decided she would be a great roll in the hay, but at the moment, she was not his cup of tea.
He had looked even more closely at the young beauty who was Harry's daughter and decided that he would be in her crotch before her father returned or would donate his old pecker to the ladies' aid at the local church.
Although Faith had not said or done a thing that was amiss, he was confident that the young beauty with the face of an angel, had the cunt of a harlot. The older he got, the younger he liked his quail and this one looked to be just the right age. He would never even have considered the thought of robbing the daughter of Harry Brougham of her virginity, but his skilled eye told him that the act had already been perpetrated and he would, while ploughing seldom-farmed soil, not be breaking virgin ground.
Talking at length with Elizabeth, he cunningly was able to confirm his opinion that she had been left in charge of the young ones and that her job was to keep them away from him.
In his usual manner, he swore by the king's arse that he would get the shepherdess away from the young flock. For good measure, he allowed his vow to include the left teat of the queen and felt comforted that under such distinguished patronage, he could not fail in his mission.
Elizabeth proved to be an excellent conversationalist and he kept her engaged for some time. Before long, he managed to leave with her the impression that Harry was the right man for the post to be filled if only he could stop being so damned serious about everything.
Being even wiser than Harry credited her, Elizabeth began to see what the old roue was getting at. With a bit of a shock, she saw that he wanted freedom to be with the children and, unless she missed her guess, he especially wanted to fit his ancient tool into Faith's dewy young cunt.
If that's what it takes to elevate stuffy old Harry to the bench, she reasoned, then that is what I shall arrange before this day and this opportunity have passed. So having decided, she enquired whether the jurist would prefer to spend some time alone with the children of the man who would make so great a justice.
Not only did the man confirm that her guess was a good one, but he also managed to convey to her with a glance that he was more interested in the female than the male child.
Leaving him with his drink for a little while, she left the room to arrange things in just the way he wanted them. When she returned, she informed him that she would be leaving the house for a while with the son, but that Faith, a wise and winsome young lady, beyond her years, would be a capable hostess during her absence.
Meeting the young ones in the hall then, according to plan, she and Clyde slipped quietly into the room to the right of Harry's study and remained very quiet. In just a moment, through the slits in the wall, they saw the old man rise excitedly to his feet as Faith walked into the room to join him.
Elizabeth knew that in the very few minutes she had spent with the girl, she had given her enough knowledge of the situation to gear her for what had to be done. One look at Faith's confident expression told her that all was under control and that the old justice would be well and truly screwed before Harry could return to save the man from a fate from which he wanted no saving at all.
While the unseen audience watched, Faith charmed the old man with her fair form and her conversation until the man was shifting in his chair in obvious delightful lack of comfort.
Faith had been well trained though, and Elizabeth was confident that she would know what to do about the opportunity which had been presented her.
Her conversation seemed to center on the charms of older men and how mawkish younger men and boys seemed to be in their failure to appreciate the charms of young women.
The old man ate it up as a mouse eats when locked in a cheese warehouse. Elizabeth knew there was no reason to fear now. With Harry safely out of the way, others would be able to ensure his future for him in a way that would scare him into soiling his linens if he were aware of them.
Once, while flailing her arms to make a point, the girl paused in seeming surprise as one of her creamy, white breasts popped out of the top of her gown. Pausing then, with a smile, she caressed it lovingly in one hand and slipped it back into the warm nest from which it had been dislodged.
“My, how ever did that happen?” Faith said as she slipped her pretty breast back under her gown.
“It just seemed to pop out,” the man laughed.
“I can't imagine how it happened,” Faith said innocently.
Watching the greedy eyes of the old man on her, Faith was tempted to throw off the gown and press her tingling cunny against his face without warning.
She didn't, though, because some instinct told her to play her fish on the line a little while longer.
“I'm told that young ladies shouldn't be interested in such matters,” she smiled coyly.
“Well, now my dear, I don't know about that,” he smiled.
She moved closer to the old man on the couch, a coy expression on her face. Her bodice opened so that his rheumy old eyes had an easy and charming path to the pink-tipped beauties.
“But,” she said, “is it really true that you are going to make daddy a justice of the high court?”
“Well, now my dear,” the old man almost croaked.
“Are you, sir?”
“Such was my intention, but I am disappointed sorely to find that his home is such a strained and humorless one.”
“But that isn't true,” she smiled warmly.
“Let me finish, my child,” he said with a kind nod of his old head.
“Oh, yes sir.”
“A justice must be a man of warmth and humor and I see no signs of such qualities here.”
“But you are mistaken, sir.”
“Oh, am I indeed?” he asked.
“Oh yes.” She knelt up beside him on the couch. “My daddy is so warm and human and he has taught me so much about the enjoyment of life.”
“Oh, he's taught you that?”
“Yes. Would you call this cold and formal?” she asked, a sly smile breaking on her pretty lips.
As she spoke she pulled the front of her gown down to her waist. The sweet, firm young breasts swayed invitingly in front of the old man's face.
The man obviously wanted to clasp them in his hands. Yet, he managed to hold back. Faith helped him by moving in closer and fitting the pink nipple of one of her breasts between his lips.
His mouth opened wide and he sucked the sweet hill of silken flesh almost completely into it.
“Ummm, that feels so nice, sir. You see, there is nothing cold or formal here.”
He nodded his head in agreement as he continued to suck avidly. As he did, Faith opened the waist of her dress and pushed it down until it caught at the top of her hips. Another good push would send it all the way down.
She continued to talk to him softly as he sucked on her pink, hard nipples. He seemed not able to get enough of the sucking of her proud, firm young breasts.
Just to bring that matter, the matter of her dress being caught at her hips, to his attention, Faith took his hands and placed them on her bare sides.
His eyes went wide with shock as he held there for only an instant before sliding them down to explore the sweetness of her young form.
“Do you find me fair, sir?”
“Ahhhh,” he sighed.
“Do you, sir? Do you find me fair?”
“How could I find you otherwise, my sweet?”
“Do you find me fair enough to share with you some of the things of life that I have learned from my father?” she whispered as her eager body rubbed against his.
“Well, bless me,” the old man sputtered as he drew the silken plum from his mouth and stared wide-eyed into the pretty young girl's smiling, face.
“I am ready to bless you with everything that I have, sir,” she smiled with warmth.
“Well, bless me,” he repeated, surprised and pleased with his good fortune.
“Just a little push would send my dress all the way down, sir,” she whispered again.
“Is that right?” he grinned.
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, well, well. This is a very interesting turn in events.”
“Would you care to push my dress down? If you do care to, you can see the delights that it hides from your eyes.”
It was clear that the old man was very anxious to see such things. His hands were rough and nervous as they rubbed her tender skin while pushing at the gown until it cascaded over the swell of her hips and fell at her bent knees.
Falling down beside the lovely young creature, the old man began to rub his hands over the sweet swells of her plump bum.
“Ah, such a delight to fondle as sweet and curved a thing as you,” the old man sighed.
His face rubbed the bottom of her belly and the juncture of her thighs which were parted just enough so that his nose caught the faint aroma of sex wafting out from her warm crotch.
“You see, sir, we in this family are very warm and very human,” she whispered warmly.
“Ah, indeed, indeed,” he said.
Without asking Faith half turned and reached into the front of his trousers.
“Why bless my soul, and my cock, too,” the old man laughed happily as he felt her young, slender fingers going inside of his trousers.
The bulge felt amazingly strong for so old a man.
“Oh, you feel so big, sir,” she hummed as her hand took his cock.
“Get a good feel, my lass. Measure it up. I promise you that I'm every bit a man, in spite of my age. There's enough there to please even so young and pretty a lass as you.”
When Faith had captured the man's cock in her hand and had drawn it out, she was surprised to see that it was a worthwhile weapon after all. It would surely have the strength to provide one excellent fuck.
“It's so big and beautiful,” she sighed.
“It's old and it's seen a lot of cunts in its time. But there's no cunt that it would rather visit than yours, my young love.”
“Oh, you're so sweet,” she whispered softly, weighing his cock in the cup of her hand.
Unlike her father's, it was not thick. Instead, it was slender and strong and longer than she had imagined a cock could be. Holding it against her belly, she tried to imagine how far such a lance could stick into her and how exciting it would feel as it probed into her intestines.
Whispering and breathing heavily, the two shed the remainder of their clothes while she assured Lord Prawl that they would not be disturbed for as long as they were of a mind to be.
“Are you really going to push this beautiful long cock into my hot little cunny?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Indeed,” he laughed.
“I then shall surely have to make it moist so that it can slide in without causing me pain.”
So saying, she bent her head and wrapped her full, warm, moist lips around the deep red knob which seemed to glow like a beacon at the tip of his long, straight shaft of gristle.
“Ah, my dear, my sweet,” the old man sighed with pleasure.
Hearing the man moan in ecstasy, she gave it a few more gentle licks and sucks and then released it.
“But why have you stopped sucking on my cock, my pretty young girl?” he asked, obviously disappointed.
“Well, sir, I was afraid that perhaps it would explode.”
“Why does that frighten you?”
“I don't want it to splash too soon, sir. Not before even getting it into my cunt.”
“So you'd really like to have my old cock in your young cunt, is that right, young lady?”
“I'd love to have it in my cunny, sir. My cunny aches to feel the fullness of your magnificent meat.”
“That is quite flattering. And, your cunt shall have a visit from my old cock. But, this is not fair.”
“What is not fair, sir?”
“You have felt my cock, is that right?”
“Yes, sir, that is true.”
“And you have sucked it and have licked it and have had a good close look at it.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, puzzled.
“But I, I haven't seen or felt your sweet little cunt. That isn't fair, my sweet little one.”
“Well, then, see how narrow my little cunny is,” she encouraged as she lay back with her sweet thighs parted.
Bending, with his face in her crotch the trembling old man admired the freshness of her cunt. As-if he could not believe his eyes, he pressed his mouth to the already moist lips to find confirmation. He tasted that confirmation and ran his tongue over his lips as if fearing to waste even a drop of her sweet twat dew.
When she felt the man fumbling at her entrance with his rigid cock, Faith lay well back and threw her legs high over her to offer the easiest entrance for him. A moment later, she felt the long horn ramming a path deep inside her. She moaned with delight and shuddered so that the silken walls of her cunt closed around the hard cock lovingly and brought a gasp from the man.
“Truly dear, you are the sweetest little morsel into which this old cock has ever been pushed. Does your father really know what you do?”
“Know, sir? He taught me the joys of opening my cunt to the sweet stiffness of a cock. He fucks me well and truly and has taught me many other games. I hope you will visit us frequently in the future so that I may entertain your long prick in many delightful ways. My father will be pleased.”
It was all very shocking and confusing to the old man, but he didn't intend to let that spoil his fun. With one final lunge, he introduced the remainder of his sword into her sheath until he felt it rubbing at the hilt against the silk of her sloping belly.
The charming little wench gripped him with arms and legs and heaved her lithe body so that she did most of the work as his long whacker slipped easily in and out of her tightness.
Too soon, the man braced himself for a moment, moaned and began to fire his sperm into her. Her voracious cunt sucked at his knob and drew from him the last drop he had to offer before she finally released him and lay back with a wide smile of satisfaction on her innocent looking face.
While both were still naked, Lord Prawl assured Faith that since her father had trained her so well, he surely did have the qualities needed to be a justice of the high court and the appointment would be made forthwith.
He assured her too that he would visit frequently to enjoy the lovely hospitality of her darling little cunny.
Running naked out of the room and telling him to wait, Faith found Elizabeth and Clyde entirely in the nude in the room from which they had watched her performance.
“I see that you two have enjoyed an excellent screw,” Faith laughed as she looked down at her brother's limp meat.
“We certainly did have a fine fuck,” Elizabeth laughed.
“You inspired us,” Clyde said.
“Well, now all of us have been well fucked.”
Faith grinned. “Come with me, you two.”
“Come where?”
“Yes, where do you want us to go, Faith?”
“Come with me back into the room to meet Lord Prawl.”
Laughing, Faith led Clyde and Elizabeth back to meet Lord Prawl. After the initial shock, he responded splendidly to the sight of the woman's mature body and found her as thrilling in her maturity as Faith was in her childish loveliness.
“Bless my soul, this is truly a bawdy and wonderful house,” the old man roared.
“I told you that we were not cold and formal,” Faith laughed.
“I think you and Elizabeth are going to drain my old ball completely,” the old man said merrily.
“That would be our pleasure,” Elizabeth said, fondling his massive prick with her artful fingers.
“I think we are going to have a very good time together,” the old man said.
“There's no doubt about that,” Elizabeth agreed.
“But what of the boy?” the old man asked. “Oh, I'll take care of him,” Faith said. “You fuck your brother?” the Lord asked.
“We fuck all the time, sir. And that's not all. I suck his cock and drain it and he licks and sucks my cunny.”
“My stars,” the old man said.
“So, you see, sir,” Faith said, “you won't have to worry about my brother being left out of anything. He just fucked Elizabeth anyway.”
“Is that true?”
“Yes, sir, it is,” Elizabeth answered. “This boy really knows how to use that young tool of his.”
Wondering whether she could achieve the miracle that would restore life to the tired looking old cock, Elizabeth took it into her mouth and began sucking it while the man toyed with Faith's eager young body.
Her treatment was just beginning to work when Harry Brougham returned to the house. Assuring Lord Prawl that he had nothing to fear, Faith called her father into the room to join them.
“Well bless my balls,” he exploded,” what have we here?”
Why it's a lovely fucking party, Daddy. Do take your clothes off and join us, m'lord justice.”
“M'lord justice?” he asked. “You mean…?”
“Oh come on, you silly ass,” Lord Prawl growled. “Of course the appointment is yours. Now get those clothes off and come screw one of these maids while the other sucks me blind.”
Harry was out of his clothes quickly and, since the tutor seemed fully occupied, he mounted the bench his daughter provided and, the staff of justice in hand, he began to administer it.