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FAMILY FANTASY BOOK TWO-02/12
Sexual Fantasy Fiction
By Writer's Cramp 
MFF, MFFf, Ff, Rom, forced, coerced, nc, 1st.time, teen, spk, menst, ws, 
bdsm, etc)

This story must not be posted on any pay-site or used for commercial
purposes of any sort.

Characters:
Richard Simmons, wealthy businessman
Amber aged 18, wife of Richard
Cynthia, Amber's fantasy alter-ego
Roger Wright
Margot Wright, wife of Roger 
Virginia, aged 17, daughter of Roger and Margot
Edith Higrave, wife of local parson, aged 48
Jane Higrave, aged 22, daughter of Edith
Arthur and Joanne Mellors, Butler & Housemaid

All my books are available for download in Zipped Word9 & Text formats and 
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Chapter Three
     A rare call came for Richard, which he decided, required his 
immediate attention.  He gave his spouses little information of the 
gravity but he was away well into the night.  When he returned, he 
looked pale and washed out.  They were all concerned but he brushed 
them aside seeking the solitude of the den 'where I can think it all out 
in silence' he told them.
     Near midnight, he called them together.
     'This is serious,' he told them.  'I have just been blackmailed 
into providing a service for someone that in normal circumstances I 
would never consider, no matter what the money.  But they've got hold 
of a confidential document that if it were made public, our shares would 
crash and leave little to salvage.' 
     He went on to describe the situation in detail but it was so   
complex that none really grasped the full significance except to know 
that until it was all fixed, if the payment demanded wasn't made, 
Richard would not only be broke but would most likely find himself 
fighting a jail sentence as well. 
     'What the blackmailers don't know,' Richard went on, 'is that in 
less than one week other international deals will take place that will 
make their document obsolete and of no use to them at all.  But if they 
chose to make the document public before then, those deals will fall 
through and I will be seen by our shareholders, the public in general and 
the Public Prosecutor, as a thief and con-man.
The shareholders will lose over a billion dollars and I own half of 
the shares.'
     'You're worth a half a billion dollars?' Margot asked 
incredulously.
     'It doesn't matter now,' Roger stated flatly, head resting in his 
hands.
     'What if you pay up?  How much do they want?  How do you 
know they won't want more?' Roger rattled off.
     'It's not how much they want, but what they want,' he told them. 
'If they get what they want, the deals will be all finalised before they 
have a chance to ask for anything else.  It's just what their demand is 
that makes it so impossible.'
     'What is it, darling,' Amber encouraged.
     'Something I can't give them.'
     'Well, what?'
     'It doesn't matter.  I can't give it.' Richard just shook his bowed 
head in helplessness.
     'This is important to us all.  Tell us what it is they are 
demanding.' Amber was becoming agitated at his reticence.
     'It's crazy but they don't want money or goods or anything like  
 that.  They want my wife to spend twenty-four hours teaching a fifteen-
year-old son about sex.  They want you to fuck a fifteen year old boy 
for one full day.'
     With the disclosure, the stress of the last day took hold and his 
body was wracked with emotion and he cried loudly before them.  
Amber cradled his head to her chest, looking up at the others for 
comfort for herself.
     'They mean me, don't they?  They don't know anything about 
Margot and Roger.  They want me, don't they?'
     'Yes, baby.  They want you and they can't have you.'
     Tears streamed down Amber's face, but more in sympathy for 
her broken husband than for what she knew was in store for her.
     'Do you know who "they" are?  Do you know who the boy is?'
     'No, we have no idea although we should be able to track down 
how they came by the document.   But that will take time.'
     'But there is a chance you can eventually find out, isn't there?'
     'More than a chance, a good chance,' he agreed.
     'I will do it,' Amber declared.
     'No,' Richard stated flatly.
     'We have no choice.  I will do it and in a weeks time when it's 
all over, we'll find those bastards and they'll pay.  They'll all pay, no 
matter how many there are,' she cried out as an ultimatum to these 
unseen transgressors.
     'Amber...,' Richard started to object.
     'Don't worry  darling,' she soothed him.   'I've made love to two 
men and two women in my short time as a wife. One small boy will be 
of no consequence.  But you must promise me one thing?'  Her 
statement was rather a question.
     'Yes, what?'
     'You must promise me here, before all of us that you will never 
become bitter because of the blackmail.  Once it's over, it's over and 
we'll get on with our beautiful lives again.  Please promise me that.  No 
unhappiness once I return from the assignment.  Promise me, Richard.'
     The others understood too and encouraged Richard to accept his 
wife's request.
     'You have my word.  When it's over, we will return to normal, I 
promise.'
     'When do I have to go?'
     'All we have is the key to a hotel suite.' He handed her a typed 
sheet of paper.  'This came with it.'
     She read aloud: "Be in this suite before midday tomorrow.  At  
exactly 12 noon,  the boy will  knock twice and then enter.  He will not 
divulge his true name - call him Peter.  Your job is to teach him how to 
make love to a woman for the next twenty-four hours in whatever way 
you choose.  At exactly midday the next day but not before, you may 
leave.  Room service will deliver all meals but the boy is not to be seen 
by anyone when they enter the room.  Make sure his learning is 
thorough; he will be put to the test after you leave but understand that if 
you have not succeeded,  the document will be  released to the media 
within the week."
     'At least that gives you the time to complete your other deals 
before they want to ask for more,' Roger said. 
     'Roger, Margot, would you mind if Richard and I have tonight 
to ourselves,' Amber asked.
     They naturally agreed, happy to be able to do something to 
help.
     Their lovemaking was soft and caring.  Richard found it 
difficult to achieve an erection and couldn't climax, even her moist  
warm lips produced no seed, but he masturbated his young wife to 
orgasm several times before they decided to sleep.
     She left their bed early, having Mellors drive her to the city 
where she took a room in the same hotel.  Just before noon, she took 
the lift to the appropriate floor and let herself in.
     The suite was of three rooms consisting of a lounge, dining 
room and the large bedroom a door from which led to the bathroom.   
In ordinary circumstances she would have called it majestic, but took 
little notice, thinking only of what was to eventuate very soon.
     She couldn't take her eyes from the clock and on the stroke of 
twelve, two light taps were heard and the door opened.
     The boy looked more like twelve or thirteen, baby-faced, 
straight blond hair and an innocence that could only have been genuine.
     'Are you the lady?' He moved cautiously towards her.
     'I am, Peter.  My name is Cynthia.  Please come nearer and 
don't be shy. Did your father explain why you are here?'
     'He said you are going to teach me to be a man.'
     'Good, then a man we shall make of you.  Tell me, do you have 
any sisters?'
     He just shook his head.
     'Do you have a special girl friend then?'
     'No.'
     'Do you like girls, Peter?'
     'Oh, sure but I don't play with many.  I don't think girls like 
me,' he confided, moving closer to her.
     'I wonder why,' Amber mused.  'You are a very attractive 
young man.  I'm sure they would if they got to know you.  Tell me.  
What do you like most about girls?'
     He blushed furiously and said nothing.
     'Come on, you can tell me.  I am your teacher, but if I don't 
understand, then I can't teach you.'
     'Miss Cynthia, I like to look at their chests,' he told her, looking 
most embarrassed.
     'Do you mean you like girl's breasts, Peter?'
     'Dad calls them tits.'
     'Don't you think breasts sounds nicer?' He simply nodded.
     'Do you like looking at my breasts, Peter?' She had noticed his 
eyes hardly strayed from them.
     'They look very nice, Miss Cynthia.  Big,' he added.
     'Have you ever touched a girl's breasts?'
     He shook his head.
     'Or ever seen a girl without any clothes?'
     'Oh no, Miss Cynthia.'
     'Have you ever looked up a girl's dress.   Looked between her 
legs, Peter?'
     'Once at school when the wind blew it up,' he agreed.
     'Did that excite you?'
     'Yes, Miss Cynthia but it didn't last long.'
     'Come here, Peter,' she smiled at him.
     He came and stood beside her armchair, facing her side.
     'Peter, I think you are a beautiful young man.  I want to kiss 
you on the lips very much.  Do you mind?'
     'No, Miss Cynthia.'
     She took his face in her hands and just brushed her lips over 
his, returning then to gently massage his lips with hers, a dry softly 
given kiss.
     He never moved, remaining half stooped over, unable to do 
anything.
     'Sit on the table just there, Peter.' It was almost a low stool and 
he faced her directly.
     'I liked our kiss,' she confided and continued to set the scene 
for their twenty-four hours together.  By now she was quite sure that 
this naive boy opposite her had no knowledge that she was here as a 
result of being blackmailed.  Her father was guilty as hell but the boy 
was not.  She decided that rather than take her wrath out on him she 
would do exactly as she had been told to do and teach him about sex.
     'Your father has asked me to help you learn about being with 
girls.  You are a grown man and very handsome. Very soon you will be 
dating lots of girls and there are a lot of things you should know.'
     As she spoke she looked at him from time to time but not so 
that she would embarrass him.  At the same time she was slowly pulling 
her skirt up to knee level and even more slowly, spreading her knees.  
To do this and not make it look blatant, she would from time to time, 
clasp a knee with her hands or swing one of her legs from side to side, 
but always making sure that little by little, the boy got a better and 
better view of what was under her dress.
     'Do you understand, Peter?  I want to teach you as much as I 
can about sex.  Does that embarrass you?'
     'A little, Miss Cynthia.'
     'Well firstly, you must stop calling me Miss Cynthia. My name 
is simply Cynthia and I want you to call me that. Call my name, Peter.'
     'Cynthia.  I will call you Cynthia from now on. Thank you 
Cynthia.'
     'Now Peter, I don't want you to feel embarrassed when we talk 
about sex.  Sex is so natural, everyone has sexual feelings and they are 
always exciting and very pleasant so why should we be scared to talk 
about it?'
     'But I don't know anything about it, and my Mummy never let 
me ask anything about it.'
     'Say, "Sex is good", Peter.  See how easy it is to say?'
     'Sex is good,' he said shyly. And then with a wide smile he 
looked right at her and repeated it.
     He was by now having great trouble taking his eyes away from 
the wide gap between her knees that were directly in front of him.  He 
tried in vain to make sure that when she looked at him, he was looking 
somewhere other than up her dress.  He was sure she caught him 
several times but she gave no indication that she was aware of where he 
was gazing.
     She continued talking, 'That's good, Peter.  Sex in fact is much 
better than good and I hope you'll learn that before I go.' She smiled as 
she explained further, 'The fact is, sex is delicious.'
     Peter smiled with her.
     'There's just one more thing I want to say to you. If I'm going 
to be the teacher, then you must do everything I tell you.  Is that 
understood?'
     'Yes, Cynthia,' he agreed.
     'That also means until I tell you otherwise, you must not do 
anything without asking me.  And I do mean anything, Peter.  Until I 
think you are capable of doing things by yourself, you must ask my 
permission to do everything, even if it is to go and get a glass of water. 
Is that understood, young man?' The last question, more sternly.
     'Oh, yes Cynthia.'
     'Good.  Do you think I'm pretty, Peter?"
     'Yes, Miss Cynthia...  I mean Cynthia.'
     'Which part of me do you think is the prettiest?'
     'Oh, all of you is pretty, Cynthia.  I think you are pretty all 
over.'
     Amber persisted,  'But if you had to pick just one thing, which 
would be the prettiest?'
     'Please Miss,' he bowed his head.
     'I want you to be honest, Peter.  Remember you promised to do 
anything I said.  Now tell me, and don't call me Miss,' she reminded 
him.
     'I'm sorry Cynthia,' he apologised.  'I think your tits are the 
prettiest,' he told her, blushing furiously. He was embarrassed but he 
still couldn't draw his eyes away from the pantied crotch that was 
clearly in view now.
     She cupped both breasts for a moment.  'Why do you think 
these are?'
     'Because I like tits, I guess.'  He squirmed, now unable to look 
anywhere but up her dress.
     'Peter,' she cried out in a shocked voice.  'You are looking up 
my dress.'
     'No.  No I'm not,' he almost squeaked.
     'Yes you were, I saw you.  I'm shocked.'
     'No, Cynthia, I wasn't.  Truly.'
     'And now you're lying.  I saw you looking up my skirt.  You 
were peeping when I didn't know my knees had parted.   How awful of 
you.'  She stood up, letting the skirt fall to it's normal length, 
somewhere around her calves.
     'What did you see?' She demanded.
     'Please Cynthia.  I saw nothing.'
     'Yes you did because you were staring.'  She raised her skirt to 
her knees.   'I want to know what you saw. Did you see my knees?'
     He knew he had been caught red handed.  'Yes Cynthia,' he 
finally gave in and agreed.
     She raised her skirt higher to reveal the tops of her stockings.  
'Did you see as far as my stockings?'
     'Yes,' he whispered, now the picture of misery.
     'Look at me when I'm speaking,' she directed, sternly.  Taking 
the folds of her skirt in her hands, she lifted it higher.  'Did you look at 
my suspenders?  Did you see that far up my dress?'
     'No.  Not that far,' he told her without any conviction.
     'Tell the truth, Peter.  I can tell when you're lying to me.  Well?'
     'Sorry.  Yes I did.'
     'Oh, no!' She cried out as though incredulous at what was to 
come next.  She pulled the skirt as high as it would go, restrained only 
by the waist belt.  'You saw everything didn't you?' she asked in a 
shocked voice. 'You looked right up and saw my panties.  That's a very 
private place, Peter.  You didn't even ask my permission to do that.  
Aren't you ashamed with yourself?'
     'Please, Miss Cynthia,' he pleaded, falling onto his knees from 
the table.  'I am ashamed of myself.  I'm very sorry.'
     She let her dress fall back into place but remained standing in 
front of her chair.
     'I'm ashamed of you too, Peter, but at least you apologised, so I 
forgive you this one time.  If you are naughty again and don't ask 
permission, then I will have to punish you.  Is that clear?'
     'Yes, Miss.  Oh, thank you.'
     'Come and kneel in front of me.  Back straight. That's right,' 
she directed.  His face came to somewhere near her navel.
     She cupped her hands on top of his head.  'Were you excited 
when you saw my panties?'
     'Yes Cynthia, I couldn't stop looking.'
     'Did it make your penis hard?'
     'Yes, and tingly too,' he confided, still looking into her belly 
button.
     'Put your hands on my hips, Peter.' He did so, holding them 
there very lightly.  'Now I want you to slide them around me so you are 
touching my bottom.  I want you to learn what a girl's bottom feels like.'
     She could feel the hands sliding around her, almost as though 
he was in fear of breaking a fragile glass.
     'You can feel them, Peter.  They won't break. Squeeze them a 
little.  Run your fingers over them and feel how round and firm they 
are.  Can you feel the crease?'
     'Yes I can,' he agreed.  Hands were now wandering 
everywhere, fingertips up and down her crease and under the moons of 
her bottom.
     'That's enough, Peter.  Now I want you to slide your hands 
down my legs until you go past the edge of my skirt. Wait,' she chided, 
'slowly, not so fast.  Enjoy the time feeling my body.  There's no rush.  
You should never rush a girl when you are making love to her,' she told 
him. 'Girls like these things to be taken very slowly so they can enjoy all 
the pleasure building up within them.'
     'I'm sorry, Cynthia.'  He slowed the pace but his hands rode 
down in a steady straight line.  There was no exploration in his mind, 
just tension.   Sexual of course, she thought.
     'Now, Peter.  What you are going to do now is very intimate.   
You will be doing what you have never done before, so you must be 
very careful.  But relax and enjoy it.  Come on now; take some deep 
breaths and relax.'
     He did as he was told but still didn't seem relaxed in any way.
     'What I want you to do now Peter is to run your hands under 
my skirt and up my legs.  Take your time. Feel the stockings and the 
bare skin above them.  You can touch my suspenders and feel how they 
hold my stockings up.  Run your hands over my legs as much as you 
want.  But remember, do it slowly so I can enjoy the feeling also.  I'm 
sure you'll like it too.'
     He needed no further encouragement and in fact the palms of 
his hands roamed all over her legs.  Front and back, inside and out.    
She felt him reach the un-stockinged skin and linger, then move on only 
to retreat downwards again.  He was more purposeful this time, braver 
perhaps she thought.
     'That does feel good Peter.  Do you like it too?'
     'Oh, yes, Miss.  It feels lovely'
     'Now higher, Peter but when you get to my hips, I want you to 
stop.'  He took a long while to stop but finally did so.
     'Do you realise what you've done Peter?  You have your hands 
right up inside a girl's dress for the first time.  How do you feel?'
     'I feel funny, Miss Cynthia.  I have a strange tickling feeling, 
you know down there.' He still found it more comfortable to call her 
Miss Cynthia.
     'You mean in your penis?' She knew it was.
     'Yes.  I don't know what's happening.  It's different, like 
millions of tiny bubbles exploding inside my stomach.'
     'Do you like the feeling?'
     'I think so, but it's something like wanting to go to the bathroom 
urgently only more ticklish.'  
     'It will feel even better later,' she told him.  'But for now I want 
you to do something very special.  I want you to feel the top of my 
panties and then very slowly, pull them right down and take them off 
me.  Slowly now.  I want to savour the lovely feeling of having a man 
take down my panties.'
     He was a very clumsy, fingers everywhere, but he finally 
managed to hook them around the elastic top.  He had great difficulty 
manoeuvring them over the seat of her bottom but at last they were free 
and sliding easily downwards.  She stepped out of them and held the 
soft warm material over his face.
     'Smell my panties, Peter.  Can you smell my body in them?  
Just picture where they've been, Peter, over my bottom, and covering my 
pussy.   Can you feel the warmth of my pussy?'
     'Oh, Miss, something's happening.  Someth..'
     'Peter,' she said sharply.  'Think of cold water, nothing else.  
Cold, cold water.  Quiet.  Be perfectly still.  Stay calm.  That's it, relax.' 
 She knew he was approaching orgasm.  Maybe even his first.
     'What's happening to me?'  He had never had such sensations 
building up inside him before.
     'It's alright,' she calmly told him.  'Just relax, but don't move for 
a minute or so.  Just relax.' She could see the crisis was subsiding.
     She laid the crystal white panties on the arm of the chair beside 
her, and sat down, pulling him closer to her. He was still kneeling up 
straight.
     'You nearly had an orgasm.  Do you know what that means?'
     'No, Miss.'
     She decided that if he were more comfortable calling her Miss 
or the like, she wouldn't correct him.
     'Have you ever played with yourself, your penis I mean, and 
made it hard so that it felt very sensitive when you touched it, Peter?'
     'Not like just then though, Miss.'
     'You've never had white liquid squirt out?'
     'White?  Oh, no Miss.' He wasn't even sure what she meant.
     'In that case, Peter my darling boy; it's time we made a man of 
you and gave you your first orgasm.  You will love the feeling. Say it, 
an orgasm.'
     'An orgasm?  I don't know what that means.'
     'It won't take long now," she explained, smiling at him.  Now, 
you've taken down my panties & I have nothing on under my skirt, 
remember?  Well it's my turn to take your clothes off but I'm going to 
cheat and take them all off.'
     While she was talking she began to unbutton his shirt.  He was 
hesitant but made no move to stop her.
     'Stand up now.'  She undid and removed his shoes and then his 
belt.  'Now for the grand unveiling,' she declared, far more aroused than 
she would have liked to admit.
     In un-zipping his trousers, his erection was unmistakable.
     'What do you call this, Peter?' She lightly cupped his genitals 
through his underpants.
     'Mummy calls it my wiener,' he told he shyly.  'But at school, 
we call it a prick.'
     'Most grown-ups call it their penis or their cock,' she told him.  
 'I think cock sounds best, so from now on that's what you will call it.  
O.K.?'  She added,  'But perhaps not in front of Mummy or Daddy.'
     'Yes Miss,' he agreed shyly.
     His cotton underpants clung closely to his manhood and her 
hand glided lightly over the material, causing shock waves to soar 
through his body.  Never had he experienced such feelings.  She clasped 
her hand around the trunk of his penis, holding it gently while looking 
into his eyes.
     'It is very large, Peter.  You should be very proud. Not many 
young men have a cock as big.  Come closer.'
     She pulled him so he was standing between her knees.
     'You touched my bottom, now it's my turn,' she told him.  Her 
hands clasped the cheeks firmly as she massaged and roamed over the 
thin material.  Then, moving to the front she lifted the waistband over 
the protruding head of his cock and slipped the underwear down.
     'Oh, my goodness, look at that.  It is even larger than I 
expected,' she told him encouragingly.  In fact, it was no larger than she 
would have expected for a pubescent boy.
     However it did stand up firm and straight, surrounded by 
crinkly black hair.  His previous efforts had left several wet spots on his 
underpants and a drop had again formed on the opening.  He was 
shivering from the excitement of such intimacy.  A grown woman sitting 
before him, she fully clothed (well almost except for her panties resting 
on the chair beside her) and he, totally naked, being fondled as he had 
never been before and going through all the anxieties of not knowing 
what was to happen next.
     She slipped her hand along the shaft, catching the drop of 
seminal fluid on the palm of her hand and wiping it over the head of his 
penis.
     'Do you know what this is called, Peter?   What I am doing to 
you?'
     'Touching, Miss?' He had no idea what she had meant.
     'This is called masturbation.  I am masturbating you Peter, but 
your friends at school probably call it jerking-off.  Now I want you to 
listen closely.'
     As she spoke she continued to masturbate him, making sure the 
tension didn't build up so much that he would come before she was 
ready for him, but just enough to keep his senses in chaos.
     'Do you know what fucking means, or sexual intercourse, Peter? 
 Do the boys talk about fucking at school?'
     'Oh yes, Miss Cynthia,' he agreed.  'It's something they do to 
girls.  One boy said he really fucked with a girl but he wouldn't say 
what he did.  I think it's when they have babies, isn't it?'
     'It's really when two people want to make love, Peter.  It's 
something done in private and you shouldn't talk about it to anyone else. 
It's a secret between the two people and no one else.  There are lots of 
ways to make love but it always finishes when the man puts his cock 
inside the girl's pussy and discharges his sperm.  It makes both the man 
and the girl very excited and the feeling is wonderful.'
     She let his penis go from time to time to ease the chance of 
ejaculation, but knew he was close to coming. 
     'What I am doing is something like fucking, but my hand is 
taking the place of the girl's pussy.   You are going to fuck me properly 
later, Peter and I know that once you've felt just how good it is, you will 
want to do it with many more girls.  But we will teach you slowly. 
Come on now, let's go and sit on the sofa.'
     'Oh, Miss, I feel just like before.  Bubbles are going off all 
inside me.  It feels good but I don't know what's going to happen.'
     She sat on the sofa and told the naked boy to lay along the seat 
with his head and upper body resting in her lap, his eyes looking into 
her face.
     'Close you eyes, Peter,' she told him.
     Her fingers trailed along his sensitive chest, stomach and over 
his genitals, to brush lightly as a feather over his pubic hair and 
scrotum.  He was so touch sensitive that he cried out with the pleasure 
she was giving him.
     'Don't worry about what is going to happen next, my dear,' she 
told him.  'Just remember the feeling for the rest of your life, it will be 
beautiful for you.'
     She again took his cock in the palm of her hand and began to 
firmly masturbate him to orgasm.  After just a few movements she felt 
his body begin to stiffen, his mouth open almost as though in agony and 
deep loud grunts grew in intensity as the throes of his first climax took 
control.
     'Aargh!' he cried.  The first spurt from this virgin penis shot 
straight up his body, and spattered a line of semen along his chest, face 
and onto Amber's breast where she cuddled his face with her other 
hand.  She continued to pump his erupting cock to give him the longest 
sensations she could for this first time orgasm.  His legs were 
shuddering with intensity as eruption after eruption of sperm fell over 
his naked body.
     She brought her lips to his ear.
     'Quiet now.  Don't move, just relax and feel the sensations 
slowly quieten down.  Sleep if you want to,' she whispered reassuringly. 
The trails of sperm shone in the light and some had run down the slope 
of his chest onto her skirt and the sofa.  He didn't move for over an 
hour and she remained perfectly still, allowing him to rest peacefully.  
Amber felt at peace with herself and the world.
     He finally stirred, opening his eyes to look into her face.  She 
leaned over and kissed him full on the lips, the tip of her tongue circling 
his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva.
     'Don't move just yet.  I will go and clean you up.'
     She eased herself from under his head and shoulders and 
returned with a warm face washer to wipe the sticky trails from his 
body.  His manhood still stood stiff and straight.
     'Was it good?'
     'Yes, Miss Cynthia.  I've never felt anything like that ever 
before.  Can we do it again?  Please,' he begged.
     'Don't worry we'll do everything.  More exciting that ever, just 
be patient.'  He watched as she lovingly washed the remains of his 
emission away.
     'Do you remember what you said was the prettiest thing about 
me?' She looked at him with a wide smile on her face.
     'Yes Miss,' he agreed.
     'Stand up then.' He did so and she moved close to him taking 
his hands and pressing each one onto her breasts. 'They are yours, Peter. 
Feel them.  Squeeze them.  You can even pinch them if you want to 
and hurt me; make me cry out.  You can do anything you want with 
them.'
     She was still fully clothed but he didn't need a second 
invitation to begin feeling up her hand-sized mammaries.  He did all she 
had suggested, seriously and with emotion except that he didn't hurt her 
once.
     'Are they as big as your Mummy's?  Have you seen your 
Mummy's breasts without any clothes, Peter.'
     'No, Miss, I haven't seen them but hers are big and floppy.  
Yours are beautiful and hard.  I love your tits, Miss,' he said, entranced 
with his ability to manipulate them.
     'I don't have anything under my shirt, Peter.  You can take it 
off.'
     He raised the top over her head and the pink tipped bosoms 
awaited his touch.
     'Feel me,' she directed.  He did.
     'Kiss them, Peter.  And suck them too.  Hard.  See if you can 
taste my milk,' she urged him knowing he wouldn't be aware she had no 
liquid to offer.  'That's good, Peter. You suck my breasts so beautifully, 
it makes me feel good,' she encouraged.  In fact of the four people who 
had been given the privilege of doing that, Peter came a poor last.  
Margot won hand's down in that department, followed by Richard and 
Roger, equal second.
     She felt his erection touching her stomach and legs from time to 
time as he moved from one tit to the other. Cold trails of pre-come juice 
ran across her at that level.
     'Come into the bedroom, Peter.  You will find it easier there.' 
He was far stronger than she had expected and he lifted her up, his lips 
clinging to her breasts as he walked.  She opened the door and as they 
entered he set her on the floor, never once stopping from the mischief 
he was up to with the mounds before him.
     She eased herself apart and he took a deep breath.
     She turned around.  'Undo my skirt, Peter and remove the last 
of my underwear.'
     The skirt was easy but it took some time for him to work out 
how to get the suspenders undone and the stockings off her legs.
     'Well done,' she congratulated him.
     He made no attempt to touch her and she was pleased to see he 
was waiting for her instructions before he did anything.  It didn't stop 
him from feasting his eyes over the nakedness before him though.
     'Don't move.  Just watch me and do what I tell you.'
     She laid herself on the centre of the bed, arms stretched out in 
the shape of a cross and her legs only slightly open.
     'Very soon I am going to teach you how to give a girl the most 
beautiful feelings, Peter.  But as this is the first time you have seen a 
naked lady, I think it's time to let you explore my body.  As soon as I 
close my eyes, you can do anything you want to me with your hands 
and mouth.  But you must not use your cock to give yourself any 
pleasure.  You are not to try and put your cock inside me.  Is that 
understood?'
     He couldn't speak and simply nodded his assent.
     'Do whatever you want then.  You can feel any part of this 
nude girl that you want.  Lick me, kiss me, squeeze me or even hurt 
me.'
     She closed her eyes but it was some minutes before she felt his 
weight on the bed and his hands spreading her legs apart.
     He certainly didn't hurt her but despite the prying of his fingers 
into her most intimate sexual parts, she never felt any pleasure either.   
His tour of discovery centred almost entirely on her vagina, with a 
finger roaming around the lips, occasionally trying to penetrate inside.   
But the lack of moisture made the entrance unyielding and he hadn't the 
experience to open the outer lips where he would have found the 
slippery moisture he needed.  He obviously had never been aware of that 
favourite of feminine spots, the clitoris because not once did his finger 
intrude onto the nub.
     She finally opened her eyes to see his face still entranced at the 
dry slit of her pussy.
     'Do you find it interesting?'
     'Oh yes, Miss Cynthia.  I've never seen this before,' he told her 
seriously.
     'We're going to have a bubble bath.  Would you like to get in 
the tub with me?' She had asked impishly.  'You never know what you 
might find under all those bubbles.'
     His face showed it's usual eagerness as he sat up.
     She continued, 'But first, I'm going to show you something 
very special.  Something that only your special girls will do for you and 
only then if they like you very much.  Lay over on the bed.'
     It didn't take long to do as he was told.  She placed a pillow 
under his bottom, stretched his legs wide apart and pushed his heels into 
his bottom so he was in the traditional woman-on-top position.  She 
moved around between his legs and watched his eyes as she lowered her 
mouth to his cock.  One of the things that surprised her was the fact 
that since he reached his first erection, his cock had not softened at all, 
even after his lengthy first ejaculation.
     Her wet lips encompassed the head and then swallowed up most 
of the length of his stiff manhood.  He looked at her in amazement but 
soon found the attraction of being fellated by this naked woman, more 
than he could stand. The eruption of sperm came almost immediately but 
she continued to pump, using her tongue to add pressure to the pulsating 
weapon.
     She felt the semen gush into her mouth and swallowed quickly 
but despite the young man's vigour, he was no match for her husband's 
ejaculations.  Not only was Richard's penis twice the size of the one 
between her lips, giving her much more room to store the deposits 
before she swallowed but the amount of sperm was far less. She 
wondered whether Peter's performance would increase, as he got older.  
He was more that ten-year's younger than Richard.
     After he had completed his climax, she pulled herself along his 
body and kissed him full on his lips.  Traces of sperm still remained but 
he never noticed.
     'That's twice you've come young man, so it's about time I was 
given some pleasure.  After our bath you're going to do the same to me,' 
she told him.
     'But you haven't got a cock,' he blurted out.
     'Think about it then,' she answered.
     The bath was fun for both of them.  He took great pride in 
bathing her whole body and finally managed to slip a finger into her 
vagina, but wasn't game to push it far.  She never encouraged him, 
keeping that as something to do later.  After they had soaped each other, 
she laid back into the rounded end and pulled him back between her 
legs so his back was tight against her stomach.
     Without a word she began to masturbate his cock, which still 
remained hard.  He had climaxed only a few minutes before, and she 
took considerably longer to bring off his next climax.  Neither was 
concerned when his semen streamed into their bath water.  She held him 
in her arms for a long time until the water started to cool before they 
got out to dry each other off.
     'At least that made your cock soft, Peter' she declared as she 
knelt before him to dry the sensitive organ.  After powdering him all 
over, the naked pair returned to the bedroom where she stood him in 
front of the mirror, and taking him in her arms kissed him long and 
hard so that he could see how it was done.  His lips responded very 
well.
     'Do you like me?'
     'I love you, Miss Cynthia,' he confirmed solemnly, his hands 
roaming over her bottom cheeks.
     'I want you to watch me, Peter.  Stand at the foot of the bed.'
     She lay in the centre of the bed, her bottom raised by a pillow 
and her feet pointed towards him.  Very slowly she pulled her heels 
back to her bottom cheeks to provide him with the clearest view yet of a 
woman's sex organs. Not only could he see the whole of her vagina 
opened to him, but her bottom hole also presented itself to his view.
     'I am going to show you something very private,' she told him, 
dipping a finger into her mouth and placing the wet digit on her vagina.
     'Remember how I used my hand on your cock to make you 
come?'
     'Yes, Miss.' How could he ever forget?
     'When a girl wants to have the same pleasure she does what I  
am going to do.' She shut her eyes and began to masturbate herself in  
front of him.  The finger first played along the line of labia, the shiny  
surface deep pink, and began to move around the opening that was 
slowly showing.  Finally as she could feel the sensations starting, she 
concentrated on her clitoris, showing him just where she gained the 
most pleasure.  Her finger circled the little nub, which had grown 
considerably in size, speeding up, slowing down and occasionally rubbed 
very fast from side to side.  As her orgasm came near, she would delay 
the ultimate pleasure by dipping her finger deep inside her pussy from 
time to time.
     The boy looked on, goggle-eyed, his erection pointed to the sky.
     Between gasps of pleasure she commanded him not to touch 
himself, as she didn't want him to come again so soon after climaxing 
three times during the afternoon already.
     'Soon you will be allowed to pay homage to my pussy, Peter.  
But until then, keep your hands behind your back.'
     'Yes, Miss,' he promised, acting immediately.
     'Ugh!' She was nearing her long awaited climax and her body 
was jerking.  'Just watch, young man, nothing else.  If you try to touch 
me or yourself, I'll spank your bare bottom.'
     'I promise, Miss.'
     She then allowed her bodily functions to take over as her loud 
gasps and jerking body signalled the onset of orgasm.  She always 
relished the pleasure.
     'Peter, quickly.  Keep your hands behind your back but put your 
tongue where my finger has just been.  Press hard and don't stop until I 
come again.'
     He said nothing but laid along the bed pushing his face into her 
hairless slit.  His technique needed a lot more practice she thought to 
herself, but at least he's bringing back the feeling.  I think he will make 
me come again if he can keep going.
     The boy never gave up.   It took over fifteen minutes and in the 
end he was struggling with exhaustion, at least his tongue and mouth 
were, but he was proud to feel the tremors building through her loins 
until her crotch pushed and fought his tongue for supremacy.  She 
finally won and took the pleasure of her second climax as the victor's 
spoils.  He never stopped until at last she languidly gave him permission.
     She rolled him over to take the pressure off his sensitive cock, 
which had been pressed into the mattress for so long.  It was a wonder 
he never came, she mused.
     'That was lovely, Peter.  I can see you are going to be a very 
sought after lover as you grow up.  Just remember to give your 
companion all the time and pleasure you can.   She will reciprocate with 
more than you could ever imagine.'
     'Yes, Miss.  Thank you for letting me give you this pleasure.  It 
gave me a great thrill to feel you receiving it.'
     'No, thank you, Peter.  It was beautiful.' She held him in her 
arms for some time but the intrusion of his erection against her thigh 
reminded her that this virile young boy still have the ability to come 
again.  She wondered how many times he could really come in one 
afternoon.
     'It's your turn again,' she told him.  'You can make any choice 
you want; whatever you say, I will do to you because you were so good 
to me.  Now you just tell me what you'd like me to do to you.'
     'I'm not sure, Miss.  I like everything,' he said non-committal.  
'You can do anything  - I know I'll like it.'
     'No, you must say what you want.  Would you like to feel me 
up again (you know how to put your finger right inside now), or lick my 
pussy?  I'll rub your cock until you come or if you want I'll suck you off 
again.  Did you like that?'
     'That was the best, Miss,' he agreed.  'I'd like that again,' he 
told her, remembering the thrill he had in knowing that she had 
swallowed all of his sperm.
     'Or just maybe,' she teased, 'Just maybe you'd like to fuck me?' 
She said it as a question, looking at him very slyly.
     His face reddened as he realised that was probably the ultimate 
but he had no real idea of how he went about that particular task.  He 
shuffled on the bed but finally decided he had better admit his lack of 
knowledge.
     'Yes, Miss, but I don't know what to do,' he told her, tears 
filming his eyes with embarrassment.
     'The first thing you must do is wear a rubber,' she told him, 
taking a packaged condom from the bedside cabinet.
     She kissed the tip of his penis and then placed the moist sheath 
over the head, rolling it down as far as it would go.  The fit wasn't all 
that good but she never made mention of his small dimensions, giving 
the rubberised tool several squeezes.  She rolled him over on top of her 
still holding onto his penis and automatically he used his knees to 
position himself within her open thighs.  It took little effort to guide his 
cock to the entrance.
     'Push down, darling.  Gently.'
     He slid within her cavern simply and smoothly and he giggled 
at the sensation of knowing he was actually in the process of fucking for 
the first time.
     His first thrusts were fierce, thinking nothing of her, only of 
himself.  She clasped her legs around his hips and placed her hands on 
his upturned bottom cheeks.
     'Slow down, not so fast,' she cried out, not for herself but to 
help him last as long as he could. 
     'Enjoy it all, my darling boy,' she whispered.  'Just take your 
time and let your pleasure last.'
     It was all too much for him.  As the first surge rushed along his 
penis, he jerked heavily, pushing him deep inside then sank with all his 
weight on top of her as he allowed his climax to fill the rubber 
container. She found it hard to breath but gave him the privilege of rest.
     'Good?' She asked, turning his face towards hers as it rested on 
her breast.
     'Very good,' he agreed like a veteran.
     She could feel him softening and twisted around to make sure 
he didn't dislodge the condom or spill any into her unprotected opening. 
  Holding the used rubber pouch above her, she poured some of the 
milky contents onto her breasts.
     'Rub it in, Peter.  I hear it's very good for a girl's complexion.'
     He delighted in the task, which lasted forever because the sticky 
substance turned into a creamy coating once it had been massaged over 
her   skin, and was slow to dissipate.  When he had nearly finished, she 
poured the rest onto her breasts and he had to start all over again. She 
in turn delighted in the sensuous hands gliding over her breasts and 
nipples, almost sleep inducing she thought.
     She took one of his hands in hers, and holding up his largest 
finger, slid the wet condom onto it.  'You made it wet, you get rid of it,' 
she laughed.
     'Can't I use it again?'
     'No, never,' and she pulled him down and they wrestled on the 
bed like children.  After they tired, she laid on her back.
     'Lick my breasts clean,' she instructed.  'Then I will suck you 
clean too.'
     They woke late in the evening, and she rang room service for 
dinner to be delivered.

Chapter Four
     'It's late,' she stated, and I think we can both do with some 
sleep.  But I give you this promise: whenever you want to, from now 
until I leave at midday tomorrow, you can make love to me whenever 
you wish.  If I'm asleep, just start whatever you want to do; if I wake up 
I'll enjoy it too and if I don't wake up it'll probably give me beautiful 
dreams.  I liked your lovemaking with me, Peter,' she kissed him 
passionately.
     'Thank you, Miss Cynthia,' he responded.  'I love you.'
     'Goodnight, Peter.'
     She reached to turn off the light and as soon as it was dark, she 
felt his hand slide between her legs.
     'I want to do it again, Miss Cynthia.'
     She rolled onto her back and never worried about protecting 
herself.  After he finished, again no pleasure for her, he sank back onto 
the bed with a deep sigh of satisfaction.  As she rolled onto her side the 
now cool sperm ran down her bottom cheek onto the bed but she made 
no move to clean it up.
     Her awakening the next morning was no different.  She opened 
her eyes to find herself on her back with the boy nearing another 
ejaculation.  She watched his face as it contorted with pleasure but made 
no move to assist him in his endeavours.  As before, he shot his 
emission deep inside and rolled over exhausted, leaving his sperm to 
drain out of her body; that seemed of no consequence to him.
     'Do it again, now, Peter.  Immediately.  Come on young man, 
you've taken your pleasure three times and given me nothing.  Do you 
think that's fair?  You should be thinking of your partner's pleasure 
before your own so this time you are going to keep fucking me until I 
come or I'll tan your hide so raw you won't sit down for a week.' She 
wasn't pretending; this time she meant it.
     'I can't, Miss.  I've gone soft.'
     'Then rub yourself hard, but do it quick or I'll beat you.'
     He tried hard but the exertions of the last ten hours and the 
pressure she was now putting on him to perform his manly duty, left 
him little chance of success.
     'I'm sorry, Miss Cynthia but I can't make it hard,' he pleaded.
     She looked angry and grabbing his arm pulled him over her 
knee, holding his legs firmly between hers, with her left arm around his 
waist.  Without a word she began spanking his behind as hard as she 
could.   He screamed trying to twist away but her hold was too good.  
Despite her hand hurting probably as much as his tender bottom, she 
never slowed.
     'If I can't feel your dirty little prick grow hard soon, I'll bite the 
dangling bit of gristle off; you'd better believe it,' she threatened.  She 
was tiring and her palm burnt so she decided to take a new tack.
     Grasping a handful of hair she pulled his head upward none too 
softly and then began whispering dirty suggestions in his ear.  'You 
know, Peter, if you get hard, you get to push your cock inside me again. 
You won't get the chance much longer.  Remember how good it feels.   
I'll suck you off.  You like that, I know. Remember how it feels when 
you shoot off inside my mouth? I swallow all your sperm right down.  
Remember, Peter? You can do that again as long as you fuck me 
properly and give me some pleasure.  Would you like to watch me pee, 
Peter?  You can see it shoot right out of my piss hole, all golden and 
warm.  You could put your finger on it if you wanted to.  Have you 
ever seen a girl peeing?'
     At last she began to feel growth, a cock beginning to grow into 
a real weapon again.
     'If you make me happy, Peter you can piss on me if you want 
to, right over my tits.  You'd like that, to see your pee splashing all over 
me.  Some might go into my mouth maybe.'
     The manhood in question was at last firm enough for her 
purposes, and she hoped that all his fucking of the last few hours would 
slow down the next climax until she had a chance to achieve a genuine 
male-organ induced orgasm of her own.
     She pushed him onto the bed leaving him on his back, the cock 
now firmly aloft.  Instead of stretching out herself, she took the initiative 
and straddled the boy's body, plunging her vaginal entrance over his 
maleness and began to fuck.  His face was tear stained from the 
spanking he received and she realised he was probably suffering with his 
bruised backside pressed into the mattress by her body weight.
     'Don't you come, my little friend, until you give me some real 
pleasure.  You hold yourself back and think of a snowfield or something 
but don't come until I say you can.  Do you hear?'
     'I will try, Miss.'
     'You'd better,' she warned.  'If you come before I'm satisfied, 
you're not the man I thought you were and you won't get the chance to 
bonk me again.  I'll lock my pussy up.  Understood?'
     'Yes, Miss Cynthia.' There was little doubt he was enjoying 
himself already for he was swaying his hips in time with the rhythm of 
her thrusting.
     She took his hand and showed him how to manipulate her love 
button while she continued to plunge herself up and down on his cock.
     She sat with her back straight, and looked as though she was 
sitting on a horse during a dressage event in the Olympics.  The 
movements were good.  They made her sexual feelings grow and before 
long she was gasping at the eminent happening, a self-induced climax.  
The first real one since she had left her three spouses for this 
assignation.
     'I can't help it, Miss Cynthia.  I'm going to shoot off,' the boy 
wailed.  She had warned him of what would happen and he didn't want 
to lose this, his first access to pussy.
     But it didn't matter because his own thrusting trying to keep up 
with her rhythm, gave her the vibrations needed to take her over the 
edge also and they came almost simultaneously, both exhausted.
     She pulled herself off his quickly deflating penis and crawled 
along his body leaving a trail of semen as she went.  In a gesture of 
personal revenge she pushed her very wet sex hole onto his face and 
smeared her stickiness all over.  She was surprised when, rather that 
gagging at the wetness he opened his mouth and drank in what he 
could.
     They both enjoyed the dirty sex they had made for themselves. 
 She kissed his red and wounded backside and decided a bath was in 
order.
     Just as they were dry she said, 'Do you want to see me pee?'
     He nodded, smiling widely.
     She sat on the toilet and leaned back, her legs spread as wide 
as she could and as he knelt in front, he could see the small pee hole 
near the top of her pussy. She held the lips apart with both hands and 
he saw the yellow liquid began to trickle into the bowl.  He was 
fascinated and didn't move until she had emptied her bladder.  As the 
last drops fell she handed him some tissues and instructed him how to 
pat the area dry, which he did with enthusiasm, smiling into her face as 
the task was completed.
     'Peter, there is very little time left.   I am going soon and you'll 
never see me again.  Just remember, give your girl all the pleasure you 
can.  Forget about your own and you'll find she will give you more joy 
than you could ever expect.  And take your time; pleasure her slowly 
and let it build up.'
     'Please don't go, Miss Cynthia.  I love you,' he pleaded, tears 
forming.
     'I must go.'
     She held him close for some time, neither speaking, then she 
rose and dressed herself.  Her last garment she didn't put on.  Instead 
she slipped her panties over his feet and pulled then up his legs where 
they fitted tightly over his erection.
     'Lay back,' she told him and as her last farewell, masturbated 
him until she felt the strength of another orgasm rush along the cock 
and spill over inside the knickers.  As soon as the first wet stain 
appeared, she moved quickly, closing the door quietly behind her.

Chapter Five
     Wanting nothing now but to get away from the hotel, Amber 
rushed out of the foyer to find Richard standing in the middle of the 
pavement.  He grabbed her, holding her tightly and they clung together 
as much in relief that she was safe as in the fact that her ordeal was 
over.
     He guided her to the waiting car, Mellors sitting behind the 
wheel.  As they clung together in the back seat, he said 'Thank God. 
After I let you go all I could think of was what they were doing to you. 
I imagined the worst and that I mightn't see you alive again.  I was 
crazy for agreeing.  Oh, thank God your safe.  Are you alright, my 
darling?'
     'Yes I'm not hurt.  You can't imagine what it was to see you 
waiting there when I came out, darling Richard. Thank you.  I love you 
so.'  She put her arms around his neck and held him tightly.
     'Did they hurt you?'
     'No, it wasn't like that, and the baby's fine.  Just take me home 
to Margot and Roger.  Don't ask me now.  I'll tell you afterwards,' she 
told him, her voice almost breaking with emotion.  She buried her head 
into his shoulder.
     'We know who it is,' he told her calmly. 
     'Richard, it wasn't the boy.  He was innocent.  He had no idea 
that they made me go there.  Don't harm him. Richard?' She saw the 
look in his eyes and beat his chest with her fist.  'Richard you must 
believe me, he didn't know I was forced to be there.'
     'All right, I understand.  It's the others I want.'
     She breathed an inner sigh.  'Take me home darling,' she asked.
     They were waiting on the front steps as the car drove up.  The 
reunion was filled with emotion and relief as they saw she looked 
unharmed.
     'Please,' she pleaded with them.   'You've got to clean me.  I 
wasn't hurt and I'll tell you everything but first I need you all to do what 
I tell you without any argument.  I just want to clean off the stench of 
being made to be there like that.  The boy was nothing.  It was just 
being blackmailed that was so sickening.  Take me and scrub me clean. 
Hurt me when you do it but clean every inch of me.  And when you've 
done that, I want each of you to beat me fiercely.  Mark me until I cry 
out in agony; it is the only way to take away the feelings I have for 
those filthy animals that blackmailed us.  And when I can't stand it any 
longer, make love to me.  All three of you, I need your beautiful love.  
Make me sexy again.' 
     Richard acted first, scooping her up in his arms as he carried 
her into the main bathroom.  While he and Roger stripped her, Margot 
ran the bath, very hot.  She placed firm sponges around the bath and 
they all understood what they were about to do.
     'Scream out for all you like,' Richard told her as he picked her 
up and plonked her into the hot water, the three of them holding her 
firmly.  Scream she did as the heat bit into every crevice.  Water went 
everywhere but try as she may they gave her no chance of escape.  The 
sponges scraped rather than washed and she soon took on the 
complexion of a sunburnt beach-goer as the combination of hot water 
and hard sponges took effect.  Special attention was given to her 
feminine parts.  Her breasts were rubbed red raw as was the crease from 
the top of her bottom downwards and up again between her legs.  Both 
men held her spreadeagled as Margot pushed and rubbed a sponge over 
the heated tender flesh of her vagina and anus.  Her clitoris received 
special attention too and Margot was worried that she may have gone 
too far and actually scraped the skin off this sensitive and protected little 
button.
     Whilst the burning subsided as her body acclimatised to the 
heated water, the chaffed skin being tenderised by the harsh sponges, 
continued to hurt.  She did as she was told, and cried out as loud as she 
could.  At last Roger decided she could take no more without the 
possibility of the baby being harmed and they allowed her out.
     The towels were soft and the powder soothed.  Her burning 
body soon turned to a steady tingling feeling; she felt herself going limp 
as Roger steadied her.
     The next realisation was lying on the big bed in their communal 
bedroom, her three spouses gently stroking her body all over.  It felt 
wonderful.
     'So!  You're awake,' Margot declared.  'It's about time.' They 
were still fully dressed but she realised they had changed their clothes 
from the wet ones she had seen them in last.  Amber realised though 
that she was completely nude.
     'I get first crack,' Roger told her and without further ado, rolled 
her over onto her stomach, a pillow raising her bottom higher.
     He spanked her hard, not saying a word.  But just as she had 
asked them, he gave no mercy and his hard palm laid into her bottom 
time after time.  His hand landed over every segment of her behind and 
the onlookers saw the bright pink of her whole body, turning bright red 
over her rear end.
     It hurt dreadfully, but she made no effort to scream out or to 
stop him.  She was sobbing loudly as some relief from the pain but she 
accepted the spanking as part of being cleansed from the filth she had 
undergone.
     'Fifty,' he stated.  'That's enough.'  He was breathing deeply 
now trying to catch his breath from the exhaustion of his task.
     Margot was next.  She rolled the girl over and Amber saw the 
thin cane in her hand.  'This will hurt more,' Margot told her and 
immediately began to flick the springy rod over her breasts and along 
her stomach, down as low as the hairless love mound.  Most of the cuts 
landed on her sensitive breasts though and those that hit a nipple were 
beyond any pain she had ever felt in her life.  Although Amber clenched 
her teeth, saliva spraying between her teeth as her lips curled open, she 
couldn't help but squeal out in agony.  Eventually Margot finished off 
with ten cuts aimed directly at the nipples, five on each side. Somehow, 
despite Amber jerking strongly after each cut, Margot never missed.  
The pain didn't stop after Margot had finished and the two men held her 
arms to the bed to stop her from rubbing the now swollen nipples.  Dark 
red lines now crisscrossed Amber's body from breast to mons veneris. 
All in the room knew the bruises would take many days to fade away.
     Giving the stricken woman no time to recover from Margot's 
beating, Richard literally dragged her across his knees.  Her agony 
worsened as her wounded stomach and breasts pressed against his knees. 
Richard saw the reddened buttocks where Roger had just spanked and 
began to land a school cane over the red, leaving deeper red streaks, 
which soon rose up on the surface.  He realised the intensity of her 
beating and while he had no intention of easing up on his part of the 
cleansing, he decided that six hard cuts on each cheek was enough.
     Amber only felt knife cuts.  It was as though someone was 
slicing her posterior with a sharp knife, opening each cut to the bone.  
She was beyond everything, beyond the pain threshold, beyond crying 
out, beyond feeling.
     When it was over they laid her on the bed on her side.
     'The exorcism is over, my dearest Amber,' Margot whispered in 
her ear, kissing with her lips.
     Amber felt the soothing coldness, she knew not what, but she 
knew it soothed her bruised body.  All three were anointing her with 
cold creme, gently rubbing it into the wounded skin, massaging, loving. 
The redness remained as it would for some time, but the agony left her, 
allowing her the privilege of sleep.  The tension of going into that hotel 
room against her will, combined with the heat of the bath and her 
beating, soon dissipated as her body relaxed under the soothing influence 
of tender hands and cool moisture.  She slept but no one left her side.
     When she awoke, they didn't have sex with her but instead 
gave her sex.  His or her hands and mouths wandered into every crease 
and over every mound, stroking, kissing, sucking, and licking.  Her 
breasts became fireballs of passion, so sensitive that her first orgasm was 
achieved before anyone even touched her pussy.  Again and again, 
fingers rubbed the surface of her nipples, still swollen from her beatings 
during the afternoon.  Fingers nipped the dark rosebuds as lips caressed 
and teeth teased the tips; their hands never left the targeted mounds and 
she laid still, taking in all the love they were giving.
     While Roger continued in his homage to her breasts, Margot 
and Richard began their exploration of her lower parts.  Their hands had 
been liberally covered with body creme and slid easily over her tender 
skin, stoking the fires of sexual passion.   They concentrated on vagina 
and anus, fingers probing the depths.  At times they alternated, one 
entering her anal opening just as the one already deep inside her vagina 
withdrew.  Then they would change the rhythm so that both entrances 
were violated at the same time.  As her passion grew, other fingers were 
added so that two were thrust into her anus and a whole hand of fingers 
pushed as far as the main knuckles into her vagina.  She felt the 
pleasure but none of the pain. Richard didn't mention it but he was 
pleased to see her anus taking the width of his two fingers at once.  She 
was nearing the time when he felt confident of breaching that 
maidenhead with his own large instrument without causing her an injury.
     It was Margot's finger that finally pressed onto her clitoris and 
began to masturbate the limp child, her wife. Her dearest wife, she 
thought.
     Richard kept thrusting his two fingers deep inside her rectum, 
the orifice now lubricated with her own body oils.  Amber could feel the 
thickness inside her but only pleasant feelings were generated.  There 
was no pain but that was most probably because Margot's assault on her 
clitoris was overriding all other sensations.  Even Roger's deliberations 
over her breasts were nothing compared to the woman's touch of the 
most sensitive nub on her body.
     Writhing in orgasm again and again, they made no effort to 
cease their attentions; the more climaxes she received the less she would 
remember her ordeal just finished.
     Finally, Margot took complete control, evicting both men from 
the room and calling for assistance from Joanne. When the maid entered, 
she was made to strip naked and take over the manipulation of her 
mistress's clitoris until Margot divested herself of clothing also.  The 
two women then indulged themselves in lesbian pursuits with the now 
delirious younger woman for the rest of the night. Tongues lapping 
clitoris were the order of the night.

Chapter Six
     Amber was nursed back to strength and well being by the two 
women over the next two days, receiving no further sexual favours.   
Margot allowed her out of bed only to relieve herself at the toilet, 
otherwise total rest was decreed.  The only time Margot left Amber's 
side during those two days was to offer herself to her two husbands so 
that their demands on Amber immediately she alighted from bed, would 
not be so great.
     On the third day after Amber had returned from her ordeal, she 
dressed and spent most of the day telling her three spouses exactly what 
had happened in the hotel room with the fifteen year old boy.  She kept 
nothing from them and made sure that her story portrayed the boy as the 
innocent party, sent there by his corrupt father to be taught the ways of 
sex.  He had never forced himself on her at any time and only did what 
she had commanded of him.  During the telling, Amber realised just 
how much practical teaching she had imparted to her pupil over the 
period of just one day.  She also came to the conclusion that her hatred 
for whoever had stepped into the room at the beginning, had soon faded 
simply because she had seen he was not party to the obscenity of 
blackmail.
     Richard in particular, listened throughout the day, holding her 
hand as though not to let her out of his sight again.
     'I am so thankful that you were not harmed,' he told her.  'When 
you went inside I had no way of knowing what they intended to do to 
you and imagined the worst.  Margot and Roger comforted me but if 
you had not come out when you did, I think I would have gone crazy.'
     She kissed him dearly.  'And all the time I was in sexual 
congress with a minor.   Poor Richard.  I'm sorry I couldn't have let you 
know.'  They stared into each other's eyes.  'I want you to know, my 
darling that he gave me no pleasure, but I do admit I gave him plenty 
and he did learn more than most boys of that age.' She smiled a far 
away smile and giggled.  They knew she was over the severe trial she 
had endured.
     Richard was called his office, during the afternoon.  He never 
told them what it was about, but later he rang to tell them the good 
news that his international deals had been sealed and the stolen 
documents could harm them no longer.  They needed him at the office 
for the rest of the night but he would return the next afternoon with a 
dinner guest.  They were all to wear dinner suits and formal wear.
     Amber breathed a sigh of relief knowing there was no way they 
could force her to undergo a repeat of their demands.
     In celebration, the three made love; passionate, loving love, long 
into the night.  Roger wore himself out quickly, ejaculating first into 
Amber's vagina and secondly into Margot's warm mouth.  His second 
erection took Margot a long time to provide him with another orgasm 
but she was diligent because she knew that once he came a second time, 
he would have nothing more to do with sexual activity for several days. 
This left Amber and herself to love each other in the way they knew 
best, without interruption from any male organ.  As a penance, Roger 
was made suck his emissions from Amber's entrance and swallowed it 
all down.
     He lay on his side at one edge of the bed, watching his two 
wives partake of their lesbian delights, but not even that produced any 
desire in him and he quietly drifted off into deep sleep.   After the two 
women sated their own desires they slept entwined in each other's arms. 
That was how Virginia found them when she came in the next day to 
say good morning. 

     During lunch around the pool, Roger who was reading the 
morning papers, suddenly sat bolts upright and said, 'Shit.' He had their 
attention.  'Listen to this,' he said and began to read from page three:
     
     "Police are unable to take further action in the
     case of the seriously mutilated man found last
     night, in the forest south of the city.  His name
     has not been released, nor have details of his
     injuries but our reporter's investigations have
     led us to believe his wounds were of a severe
     and sexual nature.
     We have reason to suspect the man had been tied
     between two trees upside down and then had his
     sexual organs removed with a serrated bread
     knife.  They were found beside the body by
     a park ranger who heard his weak cries and
     investigated.  The man had lost a large amount
     of blood but hospital sources state he should live.
     The man has been unable to give police any help
     with their investigations, as he cannot remember
     anything of his attack."

     Roger continued, 'They go on to praise the quick thinking of 
the Ranger etc.'
     Both Amber and Margot had turned pale.  Amber looked at 
Roger and simply said, 'Richard did it, didn't he?'
     'We won't know until he gets back,' Roger calmed her. 'Let's not 
jump to conclusions.'
     'But he told me he knew who did it.  His exact words were, 
"We know who it is".  That's what he said.  Oh, God, what has 
happened?  He's started a gang war.  They know who we are and they'll 
come after us.  They'll kill us.'
     Amber was losing control of herself, and Margot quickly held 
her tight, kissing her hard to stop her talking.  'Quiet, baby.  He 
wouldn't do something stupid like that.  You know what he's like; leaves 
nothing to chance and you know he wouldn't put any of us in danger. 
It's probably got nothing to do with us, just a coincidence.  Wait until 
he gets home, you'll see.'
     Margot's words helped and she realised she hadn't gotten fully 
over her ordeal.  She put her arms around Margot and Roger who were 
sitting each side of her.  I do love you two so much.  Thank you for 
caring so much.'


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