When she came this time, Elizabeth went completely wild. Her thighs closed tightly around his face and she dragged him onto the bed as her body rubbed and jerked so that for a moment, it appeared she would suffocate Harry as he fought for breath in his silken trap of thighs, quim and buttocks.
When the two finally stopped writhing on the bed, he was lying on his back while she sat on him, the full curves of her bum rubbing his face, her heat consumed twat, rubbing against his nose, feeding him the aroma of aroused twat.
Sensing his overwhelming need for relief, Elizabeth moved along the bed and claimed his erect penis in her hand as he curled in the position of the womb. Gently, she began to stroke the stiff meat.
Under the circumstances, she reasoned, it would be out of the question to expect him to fuck her.
Instead, she cooed wordless comfort into his ear as her hand moved back and forth along the shaft of his cock in the gentle, maternal manner she was now so able to affect.
Before very long, his cock began to spurt and she watched the thick fluid splash onto his belly. As she continued to rub his weapon and produce more and more cream, her other hand rubbed it into his skin as if it were a soothing, healing balm that would restore his maturity.
It was and it did.
Edward Cartwright
The Family Man
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Clyde attempted to concentrate on his studies, but it was difficult. If it hadn't been for the bad luck of the draw, he would have spent yesterday afternoon with Elizabeth and felt the thrill of possessing her mature body.
It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with his sister, on the contrary, they had enjoyed a delicious afternoon. It was just that Elizabeth's maturity was a prize he held above all others.
Hearing the sounds of strapping and the resultant cries, he had known that she was strapping his father. His blood had boiled with passion then and it was still registering high above normal. It would stay that way, he knew, until he found himself in the superior position with Elizabeth lying over his lap with her bum bare and waiting to be spanked by him. Nothing short of that would release him from this tension which gripped him in his loins and spread throughout his body.
It was at this point, when his despair was at its deepest, that he realized he wasn't going to achieve his goal merely by wanting. He was, he knew, going to have to do something to bring it about.
The first thing he could do, he reasoned, was to get his work finished so that he would have the free time to pursue his goal. Once that had been clearly established in his mind, he began to work like a demon. The pen now flew over the pages and, within minutes he finished the work that would have taken hours, at a normal pace.
It was still early afternoon and the rest of the day stretched out ahead like an oasis in the desert. All he had to do now, he told himself, was to find Elizabeth in the right frame of mind, explain his burning desire to her and take it from there.
He found her in his father's study, sipping sherry and looking very alert. That encouraged him. From there, experience told him, it required just the right nudge to push her over the edge into a state of boiling passion.
“Have you finished your studies?” Elizabeth said, frowning as he entered.
“Yes, I have,” Clyde said, smiling with pride.
“So quickly?” she said, registering surprise that he had so quickly finished.
Elizabeth took his work and checked it quickly.
“Why this truly surprises me, Clyde,” she said. The quality of his work also surprised her. In spite of the speed with which he had completed it, the quality was excellent.
“I cannot find fault with your work. You have done your work with excellence,” she said.
“You are pleased?” Clyde asked.
“I am indeed pleased. Now that you've finished so early, Clyde,” she said as she sipped at her drink, “what are you going to do to kill the rest of the day?”
“Oh, I've been giving that some thought.”
“You have?” she smiled, trying to read the boy's young mind.
“Yes, I have been giving it a great deal of thought, Elizabeth. After I finished so quickly, well, I started to think.”
“And, what did you think about, my boy?”
“Oh, I thought about a lot of things,” he said, playing for time, fearful not to rush things.
“Well, tell me some of the things that you have been thinking about, Clyde.”
Clyde had feared that he would not have the courage to ask for what he wanted. And now, for the moment, his tongue just would not work for him.
“Come now, Clyde, don't be bashful. Tell me.”
Her voice was low and sultry. It promised what Clyde wanted. Suddenly, his worries fled him. The words tumbled out of his mouth as he explained his great desire to spank a beautiful, mature woman such as she.
“So, you want to give me a spanking, do you?” Elizabeth said with a wide smile.
“Yes, I very much want to,” Clyde said eagerly.
To his unutterable delight she did not even act even a little bit surprised. And, there was no trace of horror on her face as she smiled at him.
“I've known all along that you were different,” she said, congratulating him.
“You have?” he asked stupidly, not knowing what else to say. He decided to let her now take the lead. He had asked. Now it was up to her.
“Yea, I've always known that you were different, Clyde,” she smiled. “I could see by the way you look at my bum that you would love to spank me.”
“You could see that, Elizabeth?” he said, amazed.
“Oh, yes, I could,” she laughed.
“But how could you? I don't understand.”
“You're very young. I have much more experience. I can read things in your face. I can see your desires in your simplest mannerism.”
“I never dreamed that you could know so much just by looking,” Clyde said, dumbfounded.
“Oh, my dear Clyde, I knew that you wanted to spank my bum all along. But I wasn't going to say or do anything about it until you made the first move.”
“Oh, if I only knew,” Clyde said, disgusted with himself.
“Well, now you know, and now you'll make the first move,” Elizabeth laughed.
“Do you mean that you'll let me do it?” He sounded as if he could not believe it. “You'll really let me spank you on your bare bum?”
“Of course I will, you goose,” she laughed in a kindly way. “Mind you, it mustn't be just a case of hammering on my arse.”
“No? What do you mean?”
“You'll have to give the whole thing a sense of meaning and form,” she said.
“I'm not sure that I understand what you mean,” Clyde said. He wore a worried expression engendered by the realization that he was so close to the pot of gold at the end of his rainbow.
“Don't worry about it, dear,” she said comfortingly. She slipped an arm around him and brought his face close to the swell of her breast through her thin gown. “I'll help you to understand.”
Patiently then, she slowly explained to him that in order for a spanking to be truly real fun, it was necessary to establish a fantasy situation or else to have absolute authority over the victim as was the case when she spanked him or his sister.
“If you're to spank me, then we must establish a fantasy whereby you have that authority and I understand so that I obey your every command. A spanking without that,” she went on to explain, “is just a matter of slapping a bum and that isn't any fun at all.”
Although he had finished his school work for the day, Clyde listened attentively and really added to his education as she described various fantasies that could add the required thrill to any spanking.
Clyde listened carefully and learned fast. Before long, he realized how right she was and how little real enjoyment there would have been if she had consented to his original request that he put her over his lap and spank her bare bum.