“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.