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FAMILY FANTASY BOOK TWO-09/12
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

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Chapter Sixteen
     They sat at a round table, set for a banquet, silverware and 
glasses sparkling.   Soft music wafted over them and the lights were low 
except for where Jane sat. That chair was bathed in brilliance from 
hidden spotlights hidden above.
     Virginia and Margot sat next to the Virgin.  Then Roger and 
Richard and finally, Amber sat across the table, directly opposite Jane.
     Both men wore tuxedos and black ties, looking very suave.  
Margot and Amber wore identical clothes; red silk calf-length skirts, red 
stockings and very high-heeled shoes, which raised their height 
considerably.  Virginia wore the same but in white.
     Their only visible clothing once they were seated was their very 
soft, very see-through long sleeved blouses, red to match but with 
nothing beneath.
     Breasts were on show for all to see.   Breasts that were almost 
clear to one's view as though nothing covered them at all.  Breasts 
blushed pink from the hue of the filmy fabric covering them.
     Jane sat in the brightness wearing the same in white, but the 
camisole beneath her blouse hid her breasts.
     They spoke in soft tones, occasional laughter rising between one 
or two people.  Both women sitting beside Jane whispered 
encouragement from time to time, smiling, leaning over to peck her on 
the cheek.
     Jane herself was pale, remained quiet throughout and picked 
infrequently at the exquisite food before her.
     She had never tasted alcohol before arriving here and found the 
wine quickly took effect as she drank.  Sweet wines were her favourite 
and Margot took careful watch over what she consumed.  The last thing 
they wanted tonight was for her to become too tipsy or worse, 
unconscious.  The intention was for this young maiden to get through 
the evening's proceedings with her clear consent, to participate in the 
pain of deflowering and the joy of the sex afterwards without ever 
having the chance of claiming she was forced into it, later on.
     Richard looked at Jane, smiling softly.  'I promise you little one, 
I will take all the time you need.  It will not be as difficult as you think. 
Ask Amber.  We took three days of trying before her hymen broke but 
she was not subjected to any great pain.   Isn't that so, darling?'
     'It's true, dear.  Besides it was fun trying.  I came a million 
times, but Richard held off until he was all the way inside me before he 
came once.   He will be very gentle.'
     The last thing any of them wanted was for Jane to chicken out 
now, for they had no intention of taking her with force, no matter what 
her reaction.
     'Will it really take three days?'  Jane asked aghast at the 
thought.
     'I promise you we will do it tonight.  It's just that Amber's 
cherry was made of leather.'
     'Oh, Richard, you're so crude.  I'm just made of strong stuff.'
     Jane's tension eased a little and then more so as Joanne entered 
  to serve another course.  She was completely naked, back straight, and 
chest pushed out. Almost a goddess, Roger thought.
     While they all had seen Joanne nude at some time, neither girl 
ever imagined naked staff would serve them.  Both watched her in awe, 
eyes wide in surprise.
     'Just a little surprise for you, Jane dear,' Margot whispered.
     It was enough to make Jane finally respond.  'You look superb, 
Joanne, thank you.'
     'Thank you, Miss,' Joanne answered, continuing to serve.  No 
one made any attempt to touch the nude servant and she left without 
another word as she finished her task.
     Neither was any of their conversations crude or filled with 
innuendo.  Mostly, it was loving banter, excitement filled, 
complementary on one's looks and the like.  Jane was amazed at that, 
considering some of their comments especially when they were having a 
sex session, and especially when they all knew what was about to take 
place.
     She couldn't hold out any longer.
     'Where's it going to happen?'  She rushed the question.
     'In good time, dear, let it all be a surprise.  It will be most 
comfortable.  Just anticipate the pleasures of what is to come.' Margot 
was a persuasive woman.
     Joanne came and went several times and they began to feel 
replete.  Jane had finished two glasses of wine and felt a little 
lightheaded.  Margot suggested that was enough and shortly afterwards, 
Richard looked at Jane and simply said, 'It's time, Jane.'
     'Oh!'
     Roger moved around to draw Jane's chair back as she rose.  
The two women sitting at her side helped her up, kissing her on each 
cheek, cooing gently.
     They led her upstairs but to a room she never knew existed.  
Once inside the door it was quite dark and she realised that the floor, 
walls and ceiling were covered in black carpet.  The room was 
completely round, with an oblong cushioned bed in the centre.   It too, 
was black.
     As she looked around, she couldn't even see the doorway they 
had entered through, but the mirrors soon became evident.  Half of the 
ceiling was in fact one large mirror, right over the top of the bed.  At 
each end and to the sides of the bed, floor length mirrors were affixed 
to the walls.  But because of the black carpet everywhere else, until 
their reflections were seen, the mirrors only reflected black.
     Lighting came from the ceiling, unseen unless she was standing 
directly under one of the small openings.
     'Come, little one,' Margot held out her hand and led Jane to the 
edge of the bed.  She found it cushioned with a silken fabric but firm.
     Amber walked to the other side and spread a triangle of white 
material over the bed, a little to one end than the centre.  Jane looked at 
her, questioning, but she was not answered.
     'Just hold still,' she was told.  The four adults then lifted her 
high and onto the bed, her bottom resting on the white fabric.  She was 
tense but comfortable.
     Amber and Margot then began arranging the way she laid, 
spending considerable time at their task.  Her long flowing hair was 
spread out around her head so that it laid over the bed in perfect 
symmetry.  Her arms were laid at her sides, palms resting on the bed's 
surface.  Her clothing smoothed out so the silky skirt fell over each side 
of the bed, her legs, almost together, clearly outlined beneath.
     Roger slipped a small tablet between her lips.  'Suck this very 
slowly, my dear.  It will sooth but not make you sleepy.'
     Margot whispered in her ear, 'We are going to leave you for a 
short time and then we'll return.   Just close your eyes and listen to the 
music.  But don't move.  You look so beautiful, my darling.   Stay just 
as you are now. Richard is a lucky man.'  Her lips brushed Jane's as she 
turned away.
     Jane couldn't see where they had gone but the room was silent 
except for the soft music that she now heard for the first time.  It was 
sleep inducing and she dozed off without realising.
     'Jane,' she heard a soft voice calling.  She opened her eyes to 
see all had returned.  They were dressed differently.  Roger and Richard 
now wore large black capes and she realised they were the gowns 
purchased yesterday. Amber and Margot wore similar red ones and 
Virginia, her white one.
     Jane couldn't see beneath them but expected they each had on 
the matching nightdress.  She couldn't imagine what the men wore 
beneath, but in the excitement of what was about to take place, it 
remained in her conscious for but a moment.
     'I have the task of undressing you, Sis,' Virginia said quietly 
and began to slowly undo the buttons on her blouse.  The others, a man 
and woman standing on either side looked on in silence.  Virginia 
worked methodically and in silence, and slowly.  Very slowly. Her hands 
made no contact with Jane at all. 
     With all the buttons undone, Virginia opened out the blouse so 
the sides lay over her arms.  The camisole covered her breasts still and 
the young girl made no move to remove it.  She stepped to the end of 
the bed and from the bottom of the skirt began to undo the buttons, 
moving slowly upwards.  The silk fabric slid over each edge of the bed 
as it was slowly released, and Jane's stockinged legs became more and 
more exposed.
     Virginia still moved slowly for there were many buttons and she 
moved along the edge as the gap in the skirt widened.  Finally, only the 
waistband held the dress on Jane's body and this fell apart as the young 
girl released the clip.
     Jane now laid before them, the camisole covering her breasts 
and a pair of wispy thin French knickers that left nothing to the 
imagination, were her only covering.  All four adults lifted Jane's body 
slightly and Virginia removed the skirt that was under her, making sure 
the triangle under her bottom was not disturbed.   Virginia moved to 
stand at the end of the bed, looking along Jane's now almost exposed 
body.
     'Jane.'
     She looked to where the voice came from.  Roger and Amber 
were standing together, Amber's gown now parted to reveal a naked 
body except for the same see-through nickers in red.   Amber opened 
Roger's cloak to reveal he was wearing nothing, his penis erect and 
jutting out.  She took the weapon in her hand and sensually stroked it's 
full length, backwards and forwards, all the while maintaining eye 
contact with Jane.   Serious and not smiling she continued to pleasure 
the man, allowing Jane to see the intimate detail of the masturbation.
     'Jane.'
     She turned her head to the other side where Margot and 
Richard stood.  Margot was naked except for her filmy knickers and 
Jane saw her move behind Richard to remove his cloak.  The sight of 
his erection caused her to draw in her breath.  Compared to Roger, his 
penis was huge, thick and long.  The skin shone over the upcurved 
maleness and Jane knew he would never fit inside her tight female 
opening.  She was going to be ripped apart.
     'No,' she cried out, trying to sit up but hands eased her back, 
caring hands with gentle pressure.
     'Shhh, little one, it will fit.  I know how you feel but believe me 
it will slide safely inside you.  It did when I was a virgin like you and 
after it's over you will be proud in the knowledge that this large 
instrument was made perfectly for you.'
     'No, Amber, it's too big.'
     'Quiet,' she reassured.  'Just trust me.  Offer yourself to 
Richard.'
     'Oh.' She could think of nothing else as she watched the large 
penis glide to the end of the bed.  Margot moved with him, and with 
Virginia's help, slipped the diaphanous panties down Jane's legs, parting 
them widely and then tucking her heels back into her bottom.  She knew 
she was exposed and ready for the penis to move towards her.  She 
never saw the man, just a floating monster that was about to enter her 
most intimate and private entrance and tear her flesh apart.
     Amber whispered in her ear.  'Hold your arms out to him, 
darling.  Offer yourself.  Receive him.'
     She felt his weight on the bed between her legs, felt the first 
touch of flesh as he moved nearer, pressing against her stockinged   
legs, stretching them wider, and opening her entrance further.
     He knelt above her, looking into her eyes, hands pushed into 
the bed near her shoulders, neither saying a word, both seeing each 
other, anticipating the next feeling.  He lowered himself and she felt the 
pressure of his weight, not heavy, but pressure.  He lowered his face 
and kissed her chastely on the lips as she felt his torso press harder, the 
thickness of his penis now pressed into her groin.  Hard, firm, large.  
Too large. 
     She felt him lift again and then hands played around her 
vagina.  Something cool was being applied to her entrance and she 
instinctively knew one of the women was assisting him to begin the 
entry that was to make her a woman.
     The tip pushed firmly through the labia, smoothness, she 
remembered.   His penis had been well lubricated and the head slipped 
easily inside, stretching her entrance widely.  She could feel it, pressing, 
not knowing how far he had entered but well aware of an experience 
she had never known before.
     Virginia stood at her feet again, in full view of Richard's 
connection with her new sister's sex hole. Fascinated, she watched the 
muscles in his bottom tense as he made another drive deeper into the 
young virgin's furrow.  She saw Richard lift himself and the penis 
popped out and was then pressed lengthways along the girls vulva, just 
as she had done on her father's cock the other day, she thought to 
herself.
     Richard rubbed his manhood along her crack, making sure the 
tip of his weapon pushed against her clitoris to produce some of the 
sensation that he too was feeling.
     Margot and Amber had moved so their lips were beside Jane's 
ears, and they whispered encouragement from time to time.  Their hands 
held constant contact with the girl, not sexually but as support, fingertips 
resting on her shoulder, brushing hair from her brow, stroking her cheek 
or lips.
     'Look into his eyes,' one pair of lips urged.  'See your lover.   
See his concentration as he begins to give you pleasure.'
     'Relax, darling,' other lips soothed.  'Let it just happen.  Feel 
what is taking place so you can remember this night forever.'
     Jane saw purpose written all over Richard's face, sweat on his 
forehead, his eyes watching her closely, watching for any sign of pain.
     'Cling to him, Jane,' the lips suggested.  'Fold your legs around 
his bottom.  Hold him to you.'
     She automatically spread her legs wider just as he rose again 
and placed the tip of his penis back inside her vagina.  As her heels 
tightened around his buttocks, she felt the same pressures again within 
her body.
     'Touch his face, darling,' other lips instructed. 'Raise your arms 
and bring his face to yours.   Kiss his lips, Jane.  Encourage him.  Tell 
him you love him, your lover, Jane darling.'
     As she did so, stroking her fingers against each cheek, she felt 
a soft pillow lifting her head slightly to give her better access to his 
face.   She placed a hand behind his neck, pulling his face to hers, and 
she kissed his lips, so softly, giving her consent in an unspoken smile.
     As he returned her kiss, he whispered, 'Soon, my love.  We will 
do it soon.'
     She felt him press downwards with his torso and a force began 
to build deep inside her.  As though a fist was pushing very hard right 
inside her stomach.   The pressure stayed firm, not hurtful but forceful.
     'I am as far as I can go, Princess,' he said.  'Be courageous.' 
With that his hips thrust downwards, sliding her whole body somewhat, 
creating pain for the first time. It hurt her and she was unable to stop 
the cry of pain from her lips.
     He didn't ease up, remaining still for a moment, moving his 
knees to gain a better grip of the bed.
     'Hold me tight, Jane.'  Her arms wrapped around his neck as 
they lay cheek to cheek.  She knew the next thrust would be dreadful.
     It came quickly, strong and agonising.  She screamed and in 
doing so, added further to the thrusting of his penis to complete her 
change to womanhood.  The membrane tore apart, nerves biting 
mercilessly within the sheath of her vagina.  Biting like a bee on tender 
flesh.
     She cried in agony, her women companions holding her face 
and hands as she fought to escape her captor, the one who had caused 
this suffering.
     And then  she felt  the  intrusive  male organ  deep within her 
 very centre.  Almost comforting,  certainly in it's  rightful place  and in 
 her thoughts,  hopefully the first of many times.
     The pain remained, not as intense, but certainly pain and  yet 
counter feelings were taking over, slowing the movement of pain which 
travelled from her mutilated sex to her brain, almost saying to her 
unconscious that after the pain, pleasure will remain permanently.
     She strained to find his lips and kissed him passionately.  He 
had not moved from the moment he plunged into her depths, knowing 
that a virgin's blood had been spilled, refusing to irritate the broken  
hymen any further.  But her kisses brought added desire and this man, 
this lover whose wife knelt beside them, knew he could not remain still 
any longer.  His loins withdrew making her draw breath fiercely as 
spears of fire bit around the injured circle where a few moments ago a 
hymen had protected her from man's onslaught.
     Slowly he pushed down, virginal discharge flowing from her 
sex onto the white silk shawl beneath, a red stain spreading as it soaked 
into the fabric.
     She bit her lip but never stopped his progress, knowing she 
wanted this to be completed.  This deflowering had to see the blood 
mixed with her lover's semen before she could call herself woman.   She 
urged him faster but his movements never altered, quickly withdrawn 
only to slowly refill the empty vagina again with his manhood.  He 
made sure that on every re-entry, his pubic bone pushed hard against her 
clitoris for  his purpose was to give her as much pleasure as he himself, 
would finally achieve.
     He raised himself up on his arms and began to move more 
quickly inside her.  Virginia looked mesmerised at the act of intercourse 
taking place before her.  The evidence of Jane's virginity now well  
sealed in the stained shawl.
     Margot and Amber maintained their caresses.  Margot's hand 
now under the camisole, massaging a soft breast. 
     The sense of oncoming orgasm dulled the pain of movement 
within Jane's vagina.  A feeling nothing like anything a finger or tongue 
had produced within her so far was building quickly.  Fiercely.
     Richard, already in a highly excited state from the anticipation 
of the act he was now carrying out, knew his climax would arrive 
within seconds.  The gentle cries from her throat told him she was 
nearing hers too and he was satisfied now that he could seek his own 
fulfilment. Several sharp thrusts and sperm rushed along his cock to 
splash inside her.  He maintained his thrusting as the semen discharged, 
manipulating her sex bud until she finally gasped her high-pitched   
announcement of fulfilment.
     They lay together, exhausted.  His penis slowly became limp 
and slipped from her pussy, allowing the red tinted sperm to drain onto 
the shawl.  Virginia saw it all.
     Margot and Amber remained perfectly still.  Roger had not 
moved throughout the experience.
     Half an hour later, Jane stirred.  'Thank you, my lover,' she 
whispered.   He responded by clasping the breast he was holding, a little 
tighter, a smile on his lips, but he didn't open his eyes.
     Amber wiped Jane's sex clean with the shawl and wrested it 
from beneath their bodies, folding it carefully so none of the slippery 
discharge could escape. 
     They left the two lovers asleep on the bed, naked. It was warm 
and they needed no covering.

Chapter Seventeen
     Next morning, Jane and Richard had not surfaced and they 
were left to themselves.
     'Are you jealous, Amber?'  Margot wanted to make sure this 
teenage wife and mother-to-be was not secretly envious of her husband 
staying with his new lover.
     'I don't feel jealous or anything like that.  I was proud of his 
performance.  Jane did well too.  Imagine what a videotape of last night 
would fetch on the black market,' she smiled.
     'It was something, wasn't it?' Margot agreed.  'She is a beauty, 
that one.  It made me a little jealous, when I think back on my first 
time.  At least Roger was the one but his performance was nothing like 
your Richard's.'
     'Our Richard's,' she emphasised to Margot.   They laughed.
     'By the way, I've invited Jane's mother over this afternoon.   
She sounds very nice.  I just hope we can convince her that our ways 
are good for both her and her daughter,' Margot said.
     'Just be careful, dear.  Back off if it looks as though she's going 
to take offence.  If it wasn't for this pregnancy, maybe I should try and 
convince her?' She asked this as a question.
     'Well, let's make some plans.   I have a sneaking suspicion she 
is a frustrated vicar's wife and a chance to break out may be just what 
she needs.' They spent some time working out a game plan and were 
both confident of how they were going to approach the lady.

     Just before lunch, the lovers arrived, arm in arm and stark 
naked.  Richard all smiles, Jane all blushes.
     Amber and Margot made a big thing of welcoming the new 
woman into their midst.
     'Thank you, Mummy,' Jane said to both of them, not being sure 
how to address her two mothers at the same time.  She agreed her 
experience was wonderful and turned to kiss Richard on the lips.  
'Thank you too, Daddy,' she crooned.
     'Come here, dear,' Roger instructed her.  'Let's see the damage 
this brute did to your pretty little pussy.'
     In front of the all, he sat her down and spread her legs widely, 
pushing the lips apart.  'Maybe I was exaggerating,' he said.  'Looks 
pretty good to me.  No bleeding and no real tearing.'  He placed some 
ointment on his finger and pushed it inside her vagina.
     'Now no fucking for two days and no playing with yourself, 
clitoris only, understand?'
     'Yes, Daddy.'
     'Looks like she is ours alone,' Amber said to Margot. 'At least 
we'll not make her bleed any more.'
     'Daddy fucked me again this morning and I didn't bleed then.  
All I did was come.  I love fucking,' she told them all.  'I hope Daddy 
Roger will fuck me soon and of course, my Mummies too,' she smiled 
impishly.
     'You'd better watch your language, young lady,' Amber warned 
her.  'For the daughter of a parson you seem to be growing worldly too 
quickly.  And especially with your real mother to visit us this 
afternoon...'
     'What?' She shrieked.  'Amber, how...'
     Amber stopped her.  'Mummy, young lady.  When we are by 
ourselves, you will refer to Margot and I as Mummy. Understood?  Now 
you may apologise.'
     'Oh, I'm sorry, Mummy.  Please forgive me.'  She sounded 
contrite, more to make sure she hadn't earned a punishment rather than 
being genuinely sorry.
     'Mummy, what's my mother coming here for?'
     'Why, to visit you, dear,' Margot told her.  'We thought that 
since you've lost your virginity you would want to tell your mother all 
about it.  I'm sure she'd be pleased to learn her little girl has grown up.'
     'Aha,' she smiled.  "You're having me on.  You wouldn't tell 
Mom what I've done.  You wouldn't, would you?' She now felt far less 
assured than before.
     'No we wouldn't and just mind you don't give our little secrets 
away either.
     'Do you think your mother's happy, Jane,' Richard asked.
     'She pretends to be for Dad's sake, but I think she hates   
having to be a parson's wife,' Jane said thoughtfully.  'They have very 
little money and I think his church treats him very badly.  I remember 
him saying to Mom one day when they didn't know I was listening, that 
his head elder told him that he had no chance of going to another 
church and he has to do what they tell him.  I think the only reason he 
stays is that he hasn't got any money and can't find another job 
anywhere.  Who'd want to employ a failed parson?  That's what he says.'
     'Well at least he's got your mother to comfort him.'
     'Hm, maybe.  But I don't think they are very close. Even sleep 
in separate bedrooms.  I don't know why. Gosh if they don't, you know, 
do it, Mom's sure missing out.  I really like doing it, don't I, Daddy?' 
She had a look of fulfilment spread across her face.
     'Perhaps they do it when you're at work.'
     'No, I just think they don't do it at all.'
     Amber and Margot looked at each other knowingly.

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