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Subject: {ASSM} NEW Family Fantasy Book 3-3 of 9 by WritersCramp (MFF,MFFf,Ffm,Rom,nc,most others)
Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 09:10:12 -0500
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FAMILY FANTASY (C) February 2002
BOOK THREE OF THREE Part 3 of 9
(MFF,MFFf,Ffm,Rom,forced,coerced,nc,1st.time,teen,spk,menst,ws,bdsm,ped(sortof),etc)

Sexual Fantasy Fiction
By Writer'sCramp

Characters:
Richard Simmons, wealthy businessman
Amber now aged 20, wife of Richard
Cynthia, Amber's fantasy alter-ego
Roger Wright, medical doctor 
Margot Wright, wife of Roger 
Virginia, aged 18, daughter of Roger and Margot
Geoff Higrave, ex-vicar, repressed but learns to adapt
Edith Higrave, wife of local parson, aged 48
Jane Higrave, aged 22, daughter of Edith
Phillip Higrave, aged 15, wimpish and easily led
Arthur and Joanne Mellors, Butler & Housemaid
Alice Koning, aged 29, wife of Geoff's church elder
Jessica (Jessie) Koning, her daughter aged nearly 10

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Chapter Six
     Amber ran to her side as soon as the door closed.
     'Well?' Amber asked.
     'I think he's hooked, but you will probably have to reel him in 
tomorrow night.'
     'That's good, he will come, I just know it, she told Edith 
reassuringly.  "Now, Roger wants you in his bed.  I think you're going 
to get it in the arse tonight.  He can't stop talking about how you and 
Margot deflowered the two girls tonight.'
     'That doesn't surprise me.  He's a real bottom man.   Oh, well, 
let's go.   Do you want to come and watch?  Get some hints for when 
you lose yours?'
     'Ha.  Tempting but I've been warned off sex by the Master no 
less until after he violates my last untouched bastion of purity in a 
couple of nights.  Have fun.'
      'Thanks.  Depends on what kind of mood Roger's in.'
     
     'God you took long enough,' Roger complained.  He sat on the 
bed, naked and erect.
     'Sorry, Roger dear, but Geoff needed some comforting.  You 
two shocked him out of his wits I think.'
     'Will he agree?'
     'Once he realised he gets to screw Amber, I think he began to 
drool.  I never even mentioned Ginny and Jane.  We'll know by 
tomorrow night though.  He doesn't know it yet but he's got a date to 
keep which will open his eyes.'
     'Good.  Now for my pleasure.  After I saw you and Margot in 
action on your own daughters, I couldn't wait.  You know what I want.' 
He made the statement.
     'I think so.  Does it involve opening a very tight doorway?'
     'Bingo.  Got it in one.'
     'Well then, how do you want me?'
     'Naked.'
     She slipped the dress over her head and stood with legs 
slightly apart, her pelvis pushed forward so the lips of her hairless 
pussy were just separated.  'And now?'
     'Shut you eyes and put these panties on.'
     She thought he was dressing her in an elasticised foundation 
garment for it even stretched tightly around her legs as it was slipped 
upwards.  But she soon realised the item was made of rubber and as 
it's tightness began to slip over her hips she felt the built- in dildo push 
against her slit and slide inside.  The instrument was inside the rubber 
panties, not facing outwards as a man's penis would.
     'Oh,' she said in amazement.
     When it was fully in place, the rubber clung to her like an 
elastic band, the false penis pushed deeply inside her sex, but she felt 
her bottom cheeks exposed.  The rubber panties somehow held the 
front of the garment tightly in place while the rear left her bottom 
available for exactly what Roger had in mind.
     'You can open your eyes now.' As she did so, she saw him 
reach between her legs and immediately the rubber penis began to 
vibrate inside her pussy.
     'Nice?' He asked.
     'Quite nice thank you.'
     'Good.  Now present to me what you know I want most.'
     'You want my breasts?'
     'You've just changed my mind.  No, I want your arse cheeks 
over my knees.  I'm going to show a certain smart young miss just how 
to behave.'
     'Well thank you kind sir.  Smart young miss?  I'll buy that.'
     'Then it's going to be an expensive purchase.'
     His hand belted down on the exposed bottom cheeks 
mercilessly, stinging, burning, and then soon, burning fiercely. Smack, 
Smack, Smack.  He laid his hand heavily until she couldn't help but 
cry out in agony.
     'Please, Roger, stop, it's hurting.  Oh, God, no more.  I'm 
sorry.  I'll do what you want.  Anything.'
     When he stopped, her rear was burning red, and tears 
streamed down her face.  He stood her between his legs and each hand 
squeezed a bottom cheek.  His mouth opened and bit hard into her 
bare stomach.  'Don't dare make a sound until I tell you.' She didn't 
know how long he clenched and bit and gave herself up to the pain, 
letting him do what he was doing without so much as a cry.
     Finally, she didn't know how long, perhaps half a minute of 
exquisite pain, he released her.
     'Did you say, "anything"?  I could do anything to you?  Is that 
what you said?' The side of his face was pressed to the bite on her 
stomach.
     'Yes.'
     'What?  I can't hear?'
     'Yes,' she said louder.
     'Then you will be my toilet for tonight.  After I've fucked you 
where I'm going to, I won't leave the bed until dawn.  When I need to 
go to the toilet, you'll be it.  Understand?  You'll drink it all down.  
Spill a drop and you'll be sorry. Understand?'
     'Yes.'
     'Yes, what?'
     'Yes, sir, I understand,' she said, adding, 'but what if you need 
to...?'
     'You mean take a shit?'
     'Yes, sir.'
     'That's different.  We'll think about that if it happens.' He 
looked at the bite on her torso.  It was red but the skin wasn't broken.
     'I do get carried away, don't I?  Sorry.  Did it hurt?'
     'It hurt like hell,' she told him.
     'I'm not sorry.'
     'Yes, sir.'
     'On you hands and knees, bum up high, legs apart.'
     She took the stance she knew he wanted, spreading her knees 
as wide as she could, as much to ease her pain of entry as to give him 
access to her anus.
     'Want the vibrator on or off?' He asked.
     'On, I think.'
     As usual, Roger didn't mess around, but at least he used 
plenty of baby oil on himself and her own opening.  He slid in easily 
and she felt no pain at all.  A strange sensation, she thought.  Just like 
crapping but in reverse.  He held her hips firmly and began to thrust in 
and out, maintaining a steady motion, not too fast to make him come 
quickly, but enough to feel the ache in his loins slowly build up.
     'I do love sodomising,' he said aloud to himself.   'Oh, Edith 
baby, you do feel good.  Tight as a virgin and I ought to know,' he 
giggled.  'What's it like for you?'
     'Feels like I want to take a crap.'
     'Doesn't the dildo feel good?'
     'Nice but not real sexy.'
     'Then think dirty thoughts.  That'll help.'
     'What kind of dirty thoughts?'
     'Blimey, I don't know.  Whatever turns you on.'
     'You just keep fucking, Roger dear.  I'm happy just to give you 
pleasure.  Come whenever you want to.'
     'You're a good woman, Edith, and you've got a good arse.'
     He was now clasping her breasts for support, pushing himself 
hard into her backside.  She could hear his breathing get faster and 
faster.  Animal grunts became louder as did his thrusting and she knew 
his ejaculation would erupt any moment.
     From her position she could do little to urge his pleasure on, 
unable to stroke or kiss, so she just gave up her rectum to whatever 
pleasure he could make for himself.
     It came very quickly then.  His body jerked as though he was 
delirious then tightened and he pushed himself hard against her 
opening to take enjoyment as his sperm shot upwards filling the tight 
canal with whiteness.  He held her there for many minutes, saying 
nothing, resting his weight down on her heavily, half asleep, enjoying 
the pleasures as his body began to relax.
     'That was good, Edith sweetheart.  You've got a beautiful 
tooshie,' he whispered as he withdrew his deflated penis and lay down 
beside her.
     'I know you like getting inside that little hole,' she whispered 
back, leaning over his chest to kiss him passionately. 'Stay still and I'll 
clean you up.'
     He loved the warm washer as it glided over his sex, washing 
the juices away.  His eyes closed and he felt himself drifting off to 
sleep as she dusted talcum powder over the damp parts of his body.
     Edith was still wearing the rubber pants when he woke up 
next morning.  He flicked her exposed bottom cheeks with his hand 
and she turned over, opening her eyes.
     'Is it still tingling inside?'
     'The battery gave out sometime while I was asleep.  It just 
feels like a large warm cock inside me now.   Want to replace it with 
your own?' She smiled at him wickedly.
     'If I do that, I'll never get it up again for tonight. Thanks but 
I'll take a raincheck.'
     'One day we five women are going to bring you off that many 
times you won't be able to raise life in it for a week,' She warned him.  
'And by the way, the spanking you gave me last night hurt real bad.  
I'm sure I've got bruises.'
     He looked and agreed.  'Yes, you're right.  Pretty proud of that 
really,' he quipped as he put his arm around her, cupping a supple 
breast.  They lay in each other's arms until they got up.

     When   Geoff   reached   his    car   after   being   almost 
unceremoniously pushed out the front door by his wife, he looked at 
the envelope she gave him but decided to wait until he got home 
where he could read it properly.  The happenings of the last few hours 
were running through his mind in all sorts of ways, making it difficult 
to come to terms with what had been offered to him.
     Firstly, the opportunity to get out of the hole he was in 
seemed almost a miracle.  He did love his wife despite his lack of 
affection over the many years but began to realise that was because of 
the pressures the work had been placing on him.  He couldn't believe 
that other women would offer themselves to him sexually and yet 
that's what Edith had clearly told him. Something he could only 
fantasize about in the privacy of his study up to now.   And that Amber 
was something else too, so young and vivacious.  Would he ever be in 
a position to have sex with her?   It was just unbelievable.   But deep 
down he knew he was going to take up this opportunity and it wasn't 
just because if he didn't he would lose Edith and Jane.   He wanted to 
savour some of the thrills Edith had talked about.  Jane?  He had no 
idea what it would be like living amongst these people, having sex 
with the wives when his own daughter knew all about it.  And even 
she was indulging in activities with the other men.  But then, he 
justified to himself, she is an adult.  Has the ability to do what she 
wants without his permission any more.
     He was standing in his lounge room holding the letter without 
realising he had even arrived home, let alone having parked the car 
and gone inside.
     He sat down and tore the envelope open.  A single sheet of 
paper and a ticket of some kind came out.
     The letter was typed but he saw his wife's name signed at the 
bottom.  He began to read:
          Dearest Geoff,
          Tomorrow night you have a choice to make.
          It will not be easy but I do hope you will
          choose to join us as we spoke, because we,
          Jane and I still love you very much but we
          both know this family is where we want to
          be for the future.
          To help you understand a little more you
          are to do exactly as I tell you.
          Tomorrow you will go to the show this
          ticket is for.  The person on your right
          will direct you further, and you will then
          do whatever that person says, no matter
          what it is.  You will know the person so
          there will be no doubt as to their
          authority.
          You will wear a suit and shirt only.  That
          means no underclothing of any sort.
          You will not speak, just listen.  After the
          show, you will go to another place.  No
          matter what or who you see there, you will
          acknowledge nothing - it will be as though
          you are in an empty room with just this
          one person and you will do exactly as
          instructed, again without speaking at all.
          At the end of the evening, the person with
          you will ask one question.
          Your answer will be either Yes or No.  You
          will have no other opportunity, ever.
          If your answer is "Yes", you will be told
          what to do next.  If it is No, the person
          will leave and we will not see each other
          again.
          We do love you so.  Please say Yes.
          Your devoted wife,

     Geoff saw that she signed it simply, Edith.  He was stunned at 
the thoughts that went through his mind as he read the letter again and 
again.   He felt his penis hardening at the thought of what might take 
place tomorrow night.   And yet he still had no idea what had been 
planned for him.  As it did many times before, his hand moved over 
his crotch as he began to stimulate the hardening organ.  But this time 
will power took over and he finally withdrew the stimulation.
     Sleep didn't come easy that night, as his mind couldn't stop 
thinking of what the future held for him.   The vision of the lovely 
Amber, young, sweet and highly sexy kept forming before him.   What 
was he to do?  Could he change his life that much almost overnight?  
If he cut his ties with the church, what chance did he have of re-
entering if his decision was wrong? Probably none, he thought, 
picturing how wonderful his resignation would be, of words he so 
often wanted to speak with ferocity only to cave in to the demands of 
his board time and time again.
     When a fitful sleep finally took over, it was enough to 
produce his first wet dream in many years.  Remembering it's contents 
the next morning he realised that not one of the sexy women who had 
entered his world over the last twenty-four hours, starred in the film of 
his mind.   It was still very clear and he replayed the memory many 
times that morning.
     She was young, very young.  Still a child, so young she had 
not yet developed breasts.  Nine or ten, he thought as he remembered 
but her origins were a mystery to him.  There was no one he could 
relate the apparition to, no relative, no child of a parishioner.  He 
couldn't remember ever seeing her anywhere. But there she had been, 
dressed in a swimsuit of bright colours, kneeling beside the deck chair 
he was laying in by some imaginary pool.  They were quite alone and 
she called him "Uncle".
     'I will make you happy, Uncle,' she had said, reaching across 
to mould her small hand over the outline of his erect penis.  As she 
clasped the shaft over his shorts he could feel the first surge of wanton 
sexuality, far stronger than any masturbatory sensations he could 
achieve himself.  Her hand slid down and under the loose leg of his 
shorts, fingernails sending shivers of pleasure through his loins as they 
scraped against his sensitive skin.  He could feel the dribblings of 
lubrication oozing from his penis as he slept, wanting his vision to 
continue with what she was doing.  He remembered fighting against 
the desire to ejaculate, wanting her to move ahead to what she was 
about to do.
     She was humming to herself, happy with what she was doing; 
perfectly comfortable with the action she was taking.  The small hand 
found his swollen flesh and gently closed, holding it tenderly.  Then 
she began smearing the slippery liquid over the bulbous head, creating 
untold sensations.   He felt himself putting his hand to his face, even in 
his sleep, from the sheer pleasure this dream was producing.  Then, 
without any warning, his climax burst.  He was wide-awake and yet 
dead asleep.  His hand held the tip of his penis tight so no semen 
would be spilt and yet he felt the sticky substance all over the inside of 
his pyjamas.
     About then he woke, realising what had happened.  The child-
like image was still clear in his mind as he half sat up, knowing his 
nightwear was soaked in semen.  He lay back for a long time, resting, 
considering the pleasurable sensations he had just experienced, and 
not caring about the wetness around his loins. Trying to resurrect the 
apparition of a breastless child as she toyed with his manhood, wishing 
he could recreate the experience again.
     Afterwards, he slept well until morning light woke him. His 
pyjamas were stiff with dried sperm and clung to his pubic hair as he 
peeled them off.  Even this caused arousal as he relived the 
experience.
     He took Edith's advice, switching off the telephone and drove 
to a favourite seaside resort where he spent the day thinking about the 
decision he was expected to make later that night.  By the end of the 
day he believed he had made his mind up, and drove slowly back to 
ready himself for the theatre.

Chapter Seven
     Geoff was ushered to his seat at the end of a row, about 
halfway to the stage.  The seat beside him was empty.  He was very 
early; only a few others scattered throughout the theatre.
     He felt self-conscious for not wearing anything under his suit 
and imagined everyone could see his erection.  He remembered 
everything Edith had   instructed in her letter; especially that he must 
not utter a word unless told to.  He had come to the conclusion that 
either Edith or Richard would be joining him in the seat next to him, 
discarding by elimination all the other names he could think of.
     As time passed, the orchestra set up and began to tune their 
instruments and he kept looking back for a face that he knew.  As the 
lights went down he began to think he had been misled, tricked into 
something silly by Edith for some reason.  Then just as the first cords 
began to play, the usher's flashlight pointed to the seat beside him, and 
a woman wearing the most delicate of perfumes sat down.
     'Hi, remember me?' Amber smiled as she leaned over and 
pecked his ear lobe with a kiss, her perfume wafting towards him. 
'Sorry I'm late.  Did you think I wasn't coming?'
     He opened his mouth to answer then remembered he wasn't 
supposed to speak.  So he simply nodded.
     She slipped her arm inside his and rested it on the armrest. He 
looked towards her but all he could focus on was the deep upstanding 
cleavage right below his eyes.
     'You're allowed to look,' she smiled.  'I've dressed especially 
for you, but you mustn't touch.  Not yet, that is.' It was only a whisper 
but he heard clearly.  Her hand fell over his and pulled his palm onto 
her thigh, her fingers entwined between his.
     'You'd better watch the show,' she suggested.  'If you can, that 
is,' she added with a snigger.  He had no idea what was happening on 
the stage.  All he was conscious of was the heady beautiful perfume 
that wafted towards his senses and the silk of her skirt where his 
fingers rested.   He couldn't stop his erection and knew the wet spot 
was growing by the minute, his penis being unprotected from leaking 
because   he wore no underpants.
     At interval he put his hand over the lump in his lap but was 
conscious of her knowing his predicament.  He also saw her clearly for 
the first time.  Her breasts were thrust out, less than half covered by 
the jacket she wore, the opening very deep on her chest.  Both jacket 
and skirt matched, black and silken, very tight, leaving nothing to his 
imagination.  He knew exactly where her nipples were because they 
pointed through the soft material of the jacket.
     'Do I pass?'
     He could only nod.
     'Enjoying the show?'
     He couldn't answer because he really wasn't aware of what 
had taken place.
     'I mean here, not up there,' she said, clutching her free hand 
over the cleavage.
     He nodded, aware of his own self-consciousness.
     'You mightn't want to, but we could leave now if you want 
to.'
     Nod.
     'Good, then let's.'
     He was sure everyone watched them as they stood up, but 
most were looking at Amber alone.  She hailed a cab and he soon 
found themselves stopping in front of the most exclusive hotel in 
town.
     Amber paid, tipped the doorman and they walked to the 
elevator.  For the first time they were alone and she reminded him of 
his silence.  'Remember also, no matter what you find in the suite, you 
will totally ignore everything.  Your attentions will centre only on me.  
Understand?'
     He could only nod again.
     'If you can't, we may have to finish there and you can just go 
home.'  She opened the door and they entered a large room, dimly lit, 
and immaculately decorated.  They stood in the living area with 
several armchairs and divans.  At one end was a small kitchenette and 
at the other, a large bed, the covers turned down.  She walked him 
towards the window in front of them and he looked out over the vast 
expanse of fairy lights around the harbour.
     'Kiss me, Geoff,' she said, and manoeuvred him in front of 
her.  Her hand reached up and pulled his mouth down onto hers. He 
felt the warmth and wetness and then as he opened his eyes he saw 
her.  There in a chair directly behind the door they had come through, 
illuminated by an unseen spotlight, sat Edith.  Naked, she was 
watching, a smile of understanding on her face.  She raised a finger to 
her lips to silence him.  She said nothing and didn't move.
     He tried to break away from Amber's arms but she clenched 
him tighter.
     'Remember, Geoff, your attentions must centre on me, 
nothing else.   Now put your arms around me.  Feel for my bra. Can 
you feel it?'
     He shook his head.
     'Run your hands down my back, over my bottom.  Can you 
feel the edge of my panties?  Touch me all over, feel my body. Can 
you feel my panties?
     He felt faint but managed to shake his head again.
     'Maybe I'm not wearing any then?  Think of that.   By the 
way, I can feel your cock poking into me.  Have I aroused you?' She 
held his face between her hands and looked into his eyes.
     She turned him sideways so both were in Edith's view.  He 
glanced in his wife's direction, but Amber forced him to face her 
again.  'Only on me, Geoff.' It was a clear warning.  He looked back 
into her eyes sheepishly.
     'You can look down my breasts if you want to.   Kiss them, 
here on top.' Her hands guided his lips onto her soft firm flesh. He 
kissed; disbelieving what   was happening and knew his arousal was 
dangerously close to climaxing.
     'Don't you dare come yet,' she said but broke apart to give him 
time to calm down.
     She sat him on a divan immediately opposite Edith.   She 
looked on but he dared not even glance in her direction.
     'Do you like tits, Geoff?' Amber whispered in his ear, gliding 
her tongue faintly over the lobe.  'There's only one button keeping 
them from your sight.  Will I undo that button for you?'
     He nodded furiously.
     'It's just below my bust see?   Oh, look,' she said in surprise, 
'you can see my nipples pushing through the jacket. Run you fingers 
over them if you want to.'
     He needed no second bidding, delighting in the firmness of 
her flesh pushing out like fingers.  She was smiling.  'Now undo the 
button, but you mustn't touch this time.   It's only for looking.  Only 
family can touch, you know.'
     The button was easy but as he tried to open her jacket as well, 
she clasped it to her chest.  'Oh, Geoff, you naughty man, I never gave 
you permission to open it.  Just to undo the button. I'll be the one who 
decides whether you should get to look or not.  Understand?'
     He felt foolish as he nodded like a little boy.
     'Tell me now,' she asked in a voice that Edith could surely 
hear.   'How long has it been since you've touched a woman's breasts?  
A long time?'
     He agreed with a nod.
     'You had Edith you know.  Wouldn't she let you or did you 
just lose interest in her?  You can speak for the moment.'
     'I don't know why. I still loved her but it seemed wrong at our 
age and in our situation, being clergy and all.  I've thought it over a lot 
since we talked last night and know I've been stupid and selfish.  I 
wish we had been closer.'
     'I see,' she said.  'Does that mean you have come to a decision 
then on what we talked about last night?'
     'I think so.  But it's still so different, almost unbelievable,' he 
confided.
     'As unreal as these?'  She slowly opened the jacket and 
slipped it off her shoulders, showing her magnificent bosoms to him, 
naked and upstanding.  'Or as unreal as Edith's over there?' She 
allowed him to look at his nude wife, seeing her, as he had not done 
for many years.
     'I must have been mad,' he whispered.
     'What was that, Geoff?'
     'I have been so stupid.  My wife is still beautiful.'
     'Of course she is.  And she makes love beautifully too. I've 
seen her make love to Richard and Roger and she is a wonderful lover, 
Geoff.'
     This startled him but he realised that nothing should surprise 
him about this family now.
     'In fact I know from first hand experience, because she's made 
love with me too, Geoff.'  She sat back to gauge his reaction.  She 
cupped her breasts and spoke softly and slowly, 'You can make love to 
her again, Geoff, and to me too but you would have to be a member of 
our family to do that.  Edith wants you, we all do, but only if you join 
us with all your heart.'
     He knew the moment of decision was here.
     'Geoff, I will ask you only once:  Do you wish to be part of 
our family, to join us without any conditions except that it will be 
forever.  You must answer now, Yes or No.'
     'Yes, I do,' he answered without hesitation.
     'I'm so glad,' she said kissing him as she clasped his hands to 
her bosoms.  She then stood up and holding his hand walked to Edith.  
'Make love to him, Edith and when you're finished talk of the details.' 
Amber put her jacket back on, kissed him gently and left the room.
     'Well, dear, it's finally happened.  Come, let me undress you.  
My how wet your pants are.'
     He came quickly and then with her astride, more slowly and 
luxuriously.   For once he sensed that this sex was given and taken 
with love and affection.  He had made the correct choice.
     'Just make sure I'm with you when you give those hyenas the 
flick.  I want to see their faces,' she told him the next morning.
     'But it will be a few days before you can move in.  The whole 
family is booked for a week in the Islands and Richard has a surprise 
for us; I think you get to share our surprise in that but we don't know 
what it's going to be.  As soon as we return, we'll pick you up.  We can 
then go and tell your so-called elders we don't need them any more.  
Leave everything in the rectory except the personal things and you'd 
better bring those books.   You'll get all the clothes and anything else 
you need from the family.  Just one thing, Geoff, no sex at all until you 
join the group when we get back.  I'll ring you.' She gave no more 
instructions but before she left they had sex again and it was good.
     Geoff stayed in the room until checkout time, luxuriating in 
the opulence and the feelings of fulfilment Edith had left with him.  
Four times in two days he said to himself.  He could wait another week 
or so and looked forward to being able to walk away from the people 
he had worked with for so long under such unhappy circumstances.

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