Clyde woke early the following morning while the sky was still only beginning to brighten. Inches from his face, he saw the softly curved buttocks of the mature tutor.
Realizing that soon he was going to be permitted all the liberties she had promised the night before, he felt his penis jerk to life and begin to throb in expectation.
Peering closely, he saw just a hint of the interior where he would soon explore. Moving his face closer, he inhaled deeply of the woman scent he found. For only an instant, he was tempted to press his lips against her to steal a preview of what was to come. Quickly, he warned himself that it would be a mistake. A beautiful day had been promised and he didn't want to do anything to spoil it.
Instead, he continued to lie there thinking of what great changes had taken place in his life and that of an innocent girl who would become a woman before the day of initiation ended for them.
The father had always been an unapproachable figure, terribly correct and forbidding. The tutor had been the epitome of correctness. Never would he have guessed the things of which both people were not only capable, but avid.
Feeling his stiff bird silently screaming for some attention he looked down at it. Until now, it had been a plaything, something to fondle with his hand until it spurted cream to make his fingers sticky and his back a weak thing.
Within hours, perhaps even minutes, his cock would enter the mysterious, soft slit in the bottom of the hot belly of a woman. Instead of rubbing it in his hand, he would rub it there in the strange smelling hole until it came off with a great rush. How it would feel was not a thing he could know, all he could do was try to imagine. Still, it was something to do while he waited for others to waken so that the day could begin.
He didn't realize that Elizabeth was awake until he saw her thighs part and one slipped around him.
“The least you can do is kiss me good morning,” she whispered with a smile as her quim opened just inches at the most from his nose.
Without a word, he squirmed until her inner thighs, warmed from the night's sleep, brushed his cheeks as his lips found warmer, softer lips. They moistened almost at once and made it very easy to slip his tongue deep inside where it was even softer and warmer and the taste was strong.
While his mouth worked, his hands coursed along the warm, silken slopes of her lovely, firm behind. In the past, a bum had been nothing more to him than something to sit on or to feel the sting of the cane when he was punished.
That had begun to change the previous day when he first saw and touched Faith's. Later had come a thrill at the feel of Elizabeth's mature one and now, he was rubbing it freely as he drank from the erotic depths of her twat.
Remembering what his father had told him during the strange lesson the previous evening, Clyde removed one hand from its exploration of the smooth rounded surface and probed at her anus with the tip of a finger.
When she made no protest, he pushed the finger deep inside her and felt her rub against his mouth and face in response. Father, he sensed, was right. A woman did like to feel a finger diddling her bum hole while a man sucked her cunt. Keeping the finger deep inside her, he moved it a little from time to time when he thought of it.
Elizabeth began to come then and made enough noise to wake the others.
Rolling over sleepily, Harry slapped her a stinging swat on the behind and pretended to be annoyed at the disturbance.
“You're a greedy wench,” he said sleepily. “Doesn't that hot twat of yours ever want to rest?”
“It's been resting far too long as it is,” she laughed. “It wants to make up for all the wasted years as quickly as possible.”
“Lord help us,” the man grumbled as he tried to rub the sleep out of his face, “she'll do us all to death yet, damn the greedy wench.”
“Don't let it bother you, old one,” she teased in reply, “I have a nice young cock here to work on. If yours is tired or too old, let it go back to sleep.”
Her reward for that came when Harry rolled her over and pinned her down with his hand in the small of her smooth back. His right hand rained down a dozen brisk spanks to both her buttocks so that she was pleading for him to stop as she laughed and cried at the same time.
When he did let her up and she turned over to protect her bum from further assault, she saw that his cock really was quite young and surely strong enough to plow a straight path in any willing soil.
All four got out of bed then and went about their morning rounds of washing and preparing for what all knew would be a very special day. Of the four, only Faith was less than excited at the thought of what was to come.
Having seen her father's massive tool, she still sensed that it would hurt terribly when he forced the monster into her narrow slit. There would be delight later, she told herself, but that first time was going to be a painful experience.
While she bathed her twat carefully so that it would be fresh and sweet for anything that happened later, only the fear of hurt was with her. Not even the thought that later there would be ecstasy as Elizabeth so well showed, could change that.
Harry decreed that they would remain nude while they ate breakfast since it would save the trouble of removing clothes later. This time, the maid showed less surprise. It was as if after the shock of the previous evening, she was prepared to accept just about anything in a house she found so suddenly changed from the sedate, orderly place it had been.
Smearing a slice of bread thick with butter, Elizabeth punched a hole in the center and placed it over her right breast, so that the nipple stuck through and held it there.
When she offered it to anyone who cared for it, Clyde and his father took turns nibbling from it until nothing remained to be nibbled on except the breast. They nibbled on that until the teat doubled in size and became amazingly hard.
Captivated by the idea of playing with her food, she took a thick sausage from her plate and, pushing her chair back from the table, fitted it into her twat. Before she could even offer the boy her special snack, he was on his knees in front of her eating it with a good appetite as he probed deep inside her to find the last of it. Smacking his lips and smiling, he commented that he had never had the pleasure of eating tastier sausage.
But while Elizabeth and Clyde seemed dedicated to having fun, Harry and his daughter were relatively subdued.
The father was overcome by the thought of what he would soon do to his daughter. It wasn't that he was bothered by the thought of incest, something had changed drastically in him recently so that incest didn't bother him at all.
Rather, he was filled with excitement at the thought of introducing an innocent young girl to the facts of life and that soon, his cock would throb in the silken confines of a tiny, girlish twat.
She would bleed, he knew, and there would probably be cries and tears, but after that, she would be a woman with cravings in her cunny, cravings that could only be filled by a man with a stout staff.
After today, he told himself, he would be able to choose between a fully matured woman and a growing girl at any time he felt the urge to dip his pole into warm, smooth pools of feminine softness.
Faith too was deep in thought as she looked down to the roundness of her belly and the triangle of hairs she saw between her thighs. Before she could become a real, functioning woman who could find enjoyment with any man, she was going to have to undergo pain. If only, by some magic, she thought, there were some easier way for her to lose her maidenhead, everything would be lovely.
But there was no other way and she knew it.
Edward Cartwright
The Family Man