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FAMILY FANTASY BOOK TWO-07/12
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 Twelve
     Meanwhile, Richard and Amber had walked up the stairs arm in 
arm, joking to Roger and his two ladies that they have some ticklish 
matters to attend to.
     Roger looked at Margot, and then with an arm around his 
daughter said, 'Would you like to sleep with us tonight, darling?'
     'Yes please,' she agreed excitedly, and the man of the family 
strutted up the stairs, a woman on each arm. 
     Margot immediately divested herself of her dress and stood in 
front of the mirror, trying to twist her rear around to look at the damage. 
 'Christ, that hurt,' she said.  'One of these days I'm going to take my 
revenge on Richard.  He might fuck well but the bastard takes delight in 
torturing his womenfolk.'
     Roger laughed at her antics in trying to look at her battered 
bottom.  He moved the standing mirror behind her and she saw the full 
detail for the first time.
     'No wonder I'm hurting,' she mused, drawing her breath in 
quickly as she ran a finger along one of the raised lines.
     'It'll go down soon,' her husband consoled.  'Besides it made me 
horny watching you take it.  You did it with style, you know.'
     'Little consolation,' she quipped back.
     'Come here, honey,' Margot smiled at her daughter. 'Let's get 
you undressed.   Daddy's got a surprise for you.'
     'Oh, goody, what is it?' She asked eagerly. 
     'Wait and see.' As she lowered Virginia's panties to the floor, 
she added,  'I'm surprised your other Daddy didn't make you wet your 
pants too.  I suppose he's already seen you do that, hasn't he?'
     'Yes, in the tub,' she recalled.
     Margot lifted the dress over Virginia's head to expose another 
pair of bound breasts.  Hers though, were too large to look as though 
she had not matured and a mound rose up from her chest.  Margot 
unwound the tape and the young girl rubbed circulation into the 
squashed mammaries.  'That feels better.'
     Both women now naked, stood in front of their husband and 
father.  'Looks like your turn now, Daddy.'
     Margot sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling Virginia 
beside her.  'Take your shirt off, Roger and come and stand here.'
     'Now for part one of your surprise, Virginia.  You have the 
privilege of undressing your daddy.  Go to it.'
     The girl smiled coyly.  'Oh, boy,' she exclaimed as her hand 
reached for his belt.  She saw his erection well before his trousers were 
removed but made no remark.  The trousers down, he stepped out of 
them and she caught the elastic waistband of his jockey shots and 
guided it over the pressing penis.   She had seen his erection before, 
several times, but never this close.
     He stood in front of his daughter, not moving, proud of what he 
was displaying, allowing her all the time she wanted to gaze on his 
upstanding weapon.  Her hand reached out to touch but Margot, sitting 
beside her, caught her before the connection was made.
     'Not yet, darling.  There will be plenty of time for touching 
later.  Not until you move from maiden to woman. Then it's yours 
whenever you want.'
     'Yes, Mummy,' she almost whimpered.
     'Tonight's not over yet.  Part two is just beginning,' she smiled 
mischievously, motioning Roger to lie down on the bed.
     'Tonight you are going to make yourself come in front of us and 
you're going to use your Daddy's cock to do it,' Margot explained.  She 
reached over and carefully brushed her hand along the topside of his 
still taught penis.
     'Come on now.  Sit on top of Daddy but make sure his naughty 
thing doesn't go inside you.  Put your legs each side and sit so your 
pussy pushes down on it.  Careful now.' Margot smeared some jell over 
his penis and into Virginia's spread pussy lips.   'Now, darling, lay down 
closer onto his chest.  Good.'
     Virginia was lying almost along his naked torso, the lips of her 
vagina parted by his hard penis, which rested lengthwise in her crease.  
She was smiling at her father and he smiled back, anticipating what was 
about to happen.
     Margot pushed her daughter's bottom slightly telling her to 
slowly draw herself along her daddy's cock, very slowly as she didn't 
want to come off the end of it because she would surely find it then 
poking it's ugly head inside her virgin pussy.  It didn't take the young 
girl long to work out the rhythm and she was soon moving at a fair 
pace, her pussy lips and sensitive love nub rubbing along the surface of 
the erect and strong male organ between them.
     'Not too fast, dear,' Roger gasped.  'It makes me feel good too 
but if you don't slow down I'll come first and then you'll have a lot of 
mess and nothing hard to push into you.  Slow, dear one, slow and 
purposeful. Enjoy the sensations that are building up inside you.  I know 
what they're like.  They're in me too.'
     Margot was taking great care that her young and inexperienced 
daughter didn't lose control.  The retention of her virginity was most 
important as it's taking must be witnessed by all but not until the girl's 
eighteenth birthday.  But she wanted Virginia also to feel the joy of a 
man's cock as it projected her towards orgasm.
     'Mummy, it's so good.   I can feel me coming soon. Don't stop 
me.  It's wonderful.  Daddy it's wonderful.'
     Margot knew too that at the onset of her climax, Virginia could 
jerk and shudder so strongly that penetration might be accidentally 
effected.  It was a tense time for mother as well as father and daughter. 
Each was interested in one thing only.  The two active participants in 
effecting their own orgasms and Margot who had to make sure his 
weapon didn't stray into the nest of nests, which would be outright 
disaster.
     Eventually, Roger did come first, spewing his milky seed over 
both his and his daughter's stomachs.  He felt it run down both sides of 
his waist onto the bed.  Just as his shuddering ended, Virginia took up 
the same movements, as a mighty climax rocked the young girl.  She 
tried to maintain her sliding motion to keep the feeling from easing but 
all too soon her thighs relaxed and she was left with a feeling of quiet 
satisfaction.   She laid her face on her father's chest, kissed it and closed 
her eyes to soak up the last of the intensity.
     Margot's hands had gone between then to make sure the 
ejaculation was not spreading to anywhere near the girl's sex entrance, 
and she finally rolled her over to lay down beside her father.
     'Oh, Daddy, that made me feel so good.  I loved doing that.  
We fucked, Daddy.  Well almost anyway.'
     'You made me come and feel so good too, little one. You will 
be a great lover when you get older.  Thank you.'
     Both were ready to doze off and Margot made no move to stop 
them.  She would wait until morning to take her pleasure.
     They finally rolled together, a woman on each side of him, arms 
flung in all directions over each other and drifted into deep comfortable 
sleep.

     Morning came early for Jane as she felt the urgency to urinate 
that wakened her.  She swung her legs over the side of the bed only to 
discover a barrier in her way and in her half roused state realised she 
had been sleeping in the cot.  Knowing that she was instructed not to 
leave the bed until Joanne had come in to wake her, she lay back on the 
pillow, contemplating how to hold on for it was still very early.  Then it 
dawned on her that she had been dressed specifically for this purpose.  
She wore a nappy.  Nappies were for peeing in and she needed to pee.  
And pee she did.  So much that she wondered just how much the 
absorbent material and the sanitary pads folded around her genitals could 
hold before they leaked. But the feeling of warmth that spread over her 
skin from her own urine soon turned the worry into pleasure as the wet 
fabric moulded itself closer around her tender parts. It was as though she 
was being cuddled with many arms all clasping her together.  Soothing 
enough to drift back into sleep.
     The next sensation was that of Joanne quietly shaking her.  
'How's my baby this morning,' she cooed.  'Did she sleep well.   And has 
she got a wet old nappy?   I'll bet she has.   Let's take a look.' Jane saw 
that Joanne was still in her nightdress.
     She lay back on the bed with her legs over the side as Joanne 
undid the two large safety pins and opened the nappy.  The chilled 
morning air rushed over the warm damp skin.  'Oh, yes you have done a 
big wee wees haven't you?' Jane could only nod slightly.  'Let's get you 
into the bath and cleaned up.  Joanne unwound the bandage that had 
flattened the young woman's breasts the previous night, giving each a 
squeeze.
     After she stepped into the tub and sat down, she wasn't allowed 
to do anything as Joanne held her with one arm behind her head, just as 
a mother would with a baby, and washed the "baby" all over, including 
her hair.
     Jane liked the way Joanne dried her.  It was not done as an act 
of sexuality and yet to Jane it was intensely erotic.  The warm soft towel 
patted her everywhere as she stood with her thighs apart.   Joanne took 
care of every little crevice, hands gently touching skin as she steadied 
the naked girl against the towelled hand, which patted and stroked the 
still damp areas.
     'Remember what Mr. Richard said, Jane.  When you are 
presented to Mr. Mellors, you must do everything he tells you, no matter 
what it is.'
     'What will he want to do with me?' She asked with trepidation.
     'Whatever he wants,' she replied.  'Sometimes he is very nasty 
to the young ones, but you must let him do everything.'
     'I don't want to,' she whimpered, verging on tears.
     'You know you have no choice, so stop whining.  Here, put 
your dress back on, but nothing else.   You will meet Mr. Mellors in 
bare feet and no underclothes.  He likes to feel up young girls like you 
without any hindrances.  Now remember, just do as he says.  Nothing 
else.'
     She led the trembling woman by the hand through to their 
private quarters, Jane in her peach coloured Alice in Wonderland dress, 
flared in the skirt so that it stood well away from her legs, the white 
pinafore in front.  And Joanne, in her floor length silky nightdress, 
which clung to her body with every movement.

Chapter Thirteen
     In the kitchen, Mellors was eating breakfast.  'Well, well.  So 
here you are at last little girl.  Come here.' 
     She moved to stand in front of him and he pulled her to his 
side, a hand holding her thighs under her dress. 'How old are you, my 
pretty?'
     'I'm twelve, Mr. Mellors.'
     'I like little girls like that,' he said, his hand now rubbing the 
backs of her legs.  'And do you have hair on your cunt?  Hey?  What 
colour is it?' His questions were asked crudely.
     'Yes, Mr. Mellors, it's dark brown.'  She knew this was just 
another part of her humiliation but it was quite different to the way her 
new found family members had gone about it.  Already she felt dirty at 
the touch of this old man and she was sure worse was to come.
     'Well a girl of your age shouldn't have hair on her cunt.  It 
should be hairless, smooth as a baby's bottom. Understand?'
     'Yes, Mr. Mellors.'
     'Jo, make sure she's hairless before she leaves today.'
     'Do you get the curse?'
     She didn't know what he meant.
     'Your period, Jane,' Joanne explained.  'Do you have a monthly 
period yet?'
     'Oh.' She went bright red, never having been asked by the 
others about that subject.  'Yes, sir,' was all she could say, still blushing, 
looking at the floor.
     'Ha, she's embarrassed,' Mellors laughed.  'I suppose you don't 
like talking about it?'  The statement was really a question, and he 
watched her closely.
     'No, Mr. Mellors, it is embarrassing,' she emphasised.
     'That's what you're here for.   So?  When is it due next then?'
     'Oh.  Next week, I think.'
     'And what do you use to catch it in?'
     She looked at Joanne uncomprehending.
     'What type of sanitary pad do you use?' Joanne added.
     'Modess, mostly.'
     His hand was now on her bottom, running up and down the 
crease, probing for her anal opening.
     'Open your legs, girlie.  Can't you see I want to feel up your 
arsehole.'
     She did so, only to feel a finger pushing right at her back 
passage.  'Wider,' he almost growled and she spread herself 
uncomfortably.  His dry finger hurt as it attempted to push inside what 
she now knew was one of her virgin passages.
     'I suppose no one's ever got inside there.  It's so tight.' She 
breathed a sigh of relief as the finger left the crinkly closed hole.
     'It's a good place to fuck,' he told her.  'One day you might 
come down here again, to let me to fuck you there.  Just wait and see,' 
he laughed in her ear.
     His coarseness continued.  'Have you got any tits yet?'  His free 
hand pushed at her chest and felt the mounds, small as they were.  'At 
least it'll give me something to suck,' he laughed, patting her bottom 
intimately.  'Do you like having them sucked?'
     She didn't answer.
     'Well, girlie?  Someone's sucked them, haven't they? Did it give 
you a thrill?  Did he run his tongue over them and make you feel good? 
 Talk to me, little girl.'
     Jane knew she wasn't very good at holding back the tears and 
they once again welled up in her eyes.  As she answered in a whisper 
that she liked the feeling, they ran down her cheeks and dripped onto 
the front of her dress.
     Mellors told Joanne to set some breakfast for their guest.  'Got 
to keep your strength up so you can do all you've got to this morning,' 
he told her.
     'Do you want some juice?'
     'Yes, please.'
     Joanne went to the fridge and brought out a large bowl, placing 
it in front of Jane.  It was then the young girl saw what was before her, 
and paled.  The bowl was the one she had peed into last night and the 
liquid was that which she had deposited.
     Mellors told Joanne to pour him a glass, and one for each of 
them too.  'Nothing like virgin's piss to get one stoked up in the 
morning, that's what I say.'
     With that, he put the glass to his lips and emptied it.  He licked 
his lips and looked at both women.  'Come on, get it down.  Does 
wonders for the complexion, I'm told.'
     Joanne drained her glass too, leaving only Jane's conspicuously 
full.  Both watched her, Joanne nodding to her, prompting her to do as 
she was told.
     'Please, I don't think I want any thank you Mr. Mellors,' she 
almost pleaded.
     'I told you to drink it all and I meant it.  Now drink.' His hand 
was squeezing one of her bottom cheeks very hard.
     She gave in, reaching for the glass, not knowing how she could 
ever swallow her own urine without being sick. The glass was cold and 
the contents had obviously been chilling in the fridge all night.
     With courage she took a deep breath, lifted the glass to her lips 
and began to swallow.  Several mouthfuls had gone down before she 
realised what had happened.  The liquid was sweet and apple flavoured. 
They had given her exactly what they had first offered.  Juice.  Apple 
juice. 
     The look on her face was such that even Joanne sniggered a 
little but Mellors laughed out loudly.  'I told you virgin's piss was good 
for you,' he roared.
     Once he settled down he moved her around and told her to 
open her legs again.  His hand slid around her buttock to her front and 
cupped her mound.
     'Plenty of hair for sure,' he mused.  It'll feel and look a lot 
better when we get rid of it.'  The hand slid slowly downward and a 
finger traced the beginning of her slit all the way to down.
     'Are you really virgin, little girlie?  Cherry?  You've never had 
a cock stuck up here?'  The finger was probing, dangerously close to her 
opening, trying to push inside.  She tried to pull away but this only 
made him more insistent.  'There can't be too many twelve year old 
virgins about these days, I'll bet.  You sure you're not lying?'
     'Please, Mr. Mellors.  Don't do that.  I don't want my hymen 
broken.  Please don't.'
     'If you're lying, I'll tan you're hide good,' he warned.  'Are you 
really a virgin?'
     'Yes, Mr. Mellors, I am.' Why should she have to tell this old 
man such intimate things?  He shouldn't be allowed to do this she 
thought but knew Uncle Richard had given him the authority.   She only 
hoped he had been instructed not to damage her virginity for she had 
made up her mind that this afternoon she would offer it to her new 
family.
     'Joanne here, lost hers when she was nine.  Didn't you woman?' 
Joanne acknowledged the truth.
     'I fucked her when she was nine and almost every day since.  
Not always up the cunt either.  Isn't that so?' He looked at Joanne for 
reply.
     'It's true, Jane.'
     'And I feel like fucking right now.  This little bitch needs to 
find out what it's like to get fucked. Take her into the bedroom, strip 
her and get her ready.  I want a piss and then I want a fuck.'
     Jane was beside herself with fright.  She objected to Joanne 
leading her to the bedroom, but the older woman was much stronger and 
eventually won out.
     'Joanne I don't want to.  I won't let him.  You must make him 
see I don't want to let him do it to me.  Uncle Richard wants me, not 
him.'  Try as she might, Joanne soon had the only garment she wore 
unzipped and laying on the floor.  Her nakedness was of little 
consequence to her right now, for Joanne was instructing her to lay out 
on the bed and she knew what that was for.
     Finally in exasperation, Joanne slapped her hard across the 
cheek.  'You will do as your told, Jane.  I have no intention of getting 
into trouble with my husband just because you won't do what he wants. 
Now lay down and get your legs open.  You're going to invite him to 
lay on top of you and do what he wants.  If you don't, I'll deflower you 
myself with my finger.  Then you'll have no excuse not to cooperate.'
     Jane was sobbing uncontrollably.  Hands held to her face failed 
to stem the rivers of tears falling onto her bare skin, and when Joanne 
pulled her around this time, she let herself be manoeuvred so that she 
fell backwards onto the bed.  Joanne pushed her further up so her head 
was lying on the pillows.  She gave up when she felt Joanne spreading 
her legs widely apart.
     'God!  What a sight,' she heard Mellors say as he came into the 
room.  'No wonder I feel like a fuck with that laying there.  Look at her, 
legs wide enough to take my photo.' He laughed loudly again.
     'Look at me,' he directed, and she opened her eyes to see him 
naked at the foot of the bed, cock standing rampant, curved and large.  
He crawled onto the bed and moved up towards her outstretched vagina. 
'It's not often I have something as pretty as this to keep me hard.' He 
moved his lips near to her opening and blew gently into the inviting 
cuntlips.
     'Now listen, girlie.  I want you to frig yourself, do you 
understand?'
     She placed a hand over her vaginal opening and made a poor 
attempt at what she was told to do.
     'Keep it up and don't stop.  If you come, just keep on going.   
And I want you watching me while I fuck my woman.   Don't you close 
your eyes once?  Just keep watching.  I like little girls watching me 
fuck.  It makes me horny and them too.'
     Joanne removed her only garment too and lay down beside 
Jane.   Their hands touched and fingers joined together.
     Mellors then went about his task.  Jane saw the large cock of 
this old man disappear into Joanne's vagina without any preliminaries.  
It just sank right inside in one smooth stroke, making Joanne gasp.   
Jane wasn't sure whether it was from pleasure or pain but at least she 
didn't look as though she was being hurt.  Jane did as she was told but 
by now was masturbating with more purpose and her pleasure was 
beginning.  She watched the couple beside her.  Mellors watched the 
younger girl taking little notice of the woman he was fucking.  Joanne 
was trying to reach her peak quickly for she knew if she didn't do so 
before he came inside her, she would not climax at all.  Mellors was 
moving fast now, pumping as hard as he could, reaching for his own 
satisfaction, using the sight of the young woman beside him, naked and 
masturbating, as his road to climax.  His ability to reach climax before 
losing his erection had been a problem for some time and he usually 
required added stimulation to go the whole way. That was one reason 
for wanting to sodomise his wife more frequently these days.  At least 
that was different and usually enough to achieve his orgasm. 
     At last his pleasure erupted in the form of deep grunting noises 
as his legs stiffened and his pumping became furious for a short time.  
He slumped onto his wife's body, caring little that she had not achieved 
her full right to this act of pleasure.
     Joanne cried out in frustration, used to being so close but not 
quite.  She felt his organ shrivelling inside her and the small stream of 
his discharge dribble down her pussy lips.  If she left him alone he 
would simply go to sleep where he was and she helped him to roll off 
her, clasping a hand over her vagina to stem the loss of his fluids as she 
went to the bathroom to wash.
     Jane simply lay where she was, looking at the sleeping man, his 
limp penis nestled in the crinkly nest of his groin, and oozing the 
remains of his climax, which glistened on the hair.  She had ceased 
masturbating and realised she hadn't come either.  Joanne returned, and 
helping her off the bed, took the naked girl into their sitting room.
     'Once Mellors has done it to me,' she explained to Jane, 'I have 
to stay naked for the rest of the day.  He only lets me dress when I have 
to answer their bell.' She pointed upstairs to Jane's new family.
     'So, I suppose you'd better keep me company.  We'll be nude 
and naughty,' she laughed and Jane laughed with her.  'He doesn't do it 
to me every day either.  It's just him boasting.  Once a month is 
probably exaggerating these days.' Joanne giggled at the thought of 
disclosing this intimacy.  She held out her arm and Jane snuggled in, 
feeling safe now, in Joanne's arms.
     'It isn't over yet, though,' she warned the young woman.  'He's 
got other things in store and they all centre on feeling you up in some 
way.  Just give in to it all and bear the humiliation.  He wouldn't do any 
of this if the Master hadn't instructed him to.  Unless they instruct, he 
just remains as Master Richard's servant. And so do I,' she added.
     'I really thought he was going to do it to me,' Jane told her 
comforter.  'When he knelt on the bed with his thing so big, I really 
thought he was going to push it in me.  I was frightened.'
     'I know you were and that was just as he was told to do.  
Never mind I'm sure your virginity's safe.  At least from him it is,' she 
reassured.
     'Joanne?  Does it hurt?'
     'What, fucking?'
     'No, the first time.  Mum told me it hurt a lot. Does it?  It 
scares me.'
     'Don't even think about  it, darling.' She kissed the girl  on her 
 forehead.  'Every woman goes through what you're doing now.  
Wondering about  the pain and all.  But when the time comes, that will 
be the last thing on your mind.  All that  will be important then, is for  
you to be loving the man who lies on top of you.  All you want is to 
feel his manhood pressing inside of you, to give you love and make you 
a woman.  Don't worry, my pet.  Just give yourself and the hurt 
disappears.  Making love when you are young is beautiful and you just 
never want to stop. Remember what I've said when the time comes; 
you'll see I've told the truth.'
     'Thank you, Joanne.' She snuggled closer, feeling the sweat of 
their unclad bodies, mingling.
     'What a loving couple,' Mellors sniggered to wake them from 
their reverie.  He stood before them completely naked also, his flaccid 
penis nothing of the size it was earlier.
     'Come here, little girlie,' he decreed almost with a sneer.  
'We've still got a lot of feeling up to do before you go.' Jane arose from 
Joanne's arms and stood between his opened knees, her eyes on the limp 
organ flopping in his groin, arms at her sides.
     'Yes, you can look at it.  See what it does when I start to feel 
you up, stick my fingers up your tight little cunt?   See how big it gets 
then?' He laughed callously.  But he was right.  As soon as he reached 
for her pussy and began to manipulate the opening and her clitoris, his 
own organ began to come to life too, slowly growing in size.  It swelled, 
still looking soft, but expanding both in thickness and in length.
     'See what you can do to a man,' he told her.  'Little girlies with 
no clothes on and with a finger in their cunts do good things for a man, 
especially an old man like me.  It makes us want to fuck them.  Watch 
what's happening there.  See it getting big?  Soon we'll be able to fuck, 
you can sit on top and push yourself down.  Would you like to do that?'
     'Oh, no, Mr. Mellors, I shouldn't want to do that at all.  It 
would take my virg...' She suddenly realised what she was saying, and 
blushed deeply, feeling the blood as it rose under her skin.
     'Ha, ha, so you don't want me to take your virginity away.  Is 
that what's troubling you?'
     'Yes, Mr. Mellors, I couldn't do that,' she continued to blush at 
the words spoken by this old man. He must be at least fifty, she said to 
herself.
     'Then maybe you'll just use your hand.  Pretend that's your cunt 
and rub it up and down my cock.  Have you ever touched a cock 
before?   Would you like to do that, eh?'
     She was aghast at the thought.  'No, Mr. Mellors,' she answered 
carefully, thinking that she was probably expected to do it in the end 
anyway.
     'Well before you leave, you'll not only do that but you'll drink 
the juice that spurts out as well.  Suck all my spunk up and swallow it 
down your pretty little throat.'
     Jane blanched at his suggestion, remembering that she had in 
fact tasted semen from Uncle Roger after it had started to discharge 
from Margot's vagina only yesterday. She had then found the taste not 
unpleasant but the thought of having to swallow this old man's eruption 
was just unthinkable.  It would have to taste simply awful. The thought 
alone brought her to near fainting and Mellors reached out to steady her.
     'Careful there, we don't want you hurting yourself, at least not 
until you've completed all the chores you are going to for me.  If you 
can't stand while I'm getting to know your cunt a little better, you'd 
better kneel down and get acquainted with my cock.  It needs 
stimulating.'
     He pushed her down between his legs and her face looked 
directly at the now hardening penis, a small droplet of clear fluid 
forming at the tip from the small slit. She couldn't take her eyes off it 
and just as it had grown large enough to begin to slide down the side of 
his weapon, Mellors caught the drop on the tip of his finger and pointed 
it at her.  She seemed mesmerised and as his finger neared her mouth 
she opened it automatically for him to deposit the wetness onto her 
tongue.  There was such a small amount that she tasted nothing and in 
fact didn't realise what she had just been a party to.
     While she remained in her trance like state, Mellors took both 
her hands and clasped it around his penis, slowly sliding them up and 
down the shaft.  Soon he let her hands go and she continued the 
movement, all the time tantalised at the sight of the purple bulbous head 
before her eyes.  His pre-orgasmic discharge wet her palms and was 
spread along the full length of the shaft making her task that much 
easier.  He soon felt the desired result of her manipulations, lying back 
in the chair allowing the young girl to bring him nearer and nearer his 
objective. Two orgasms in a morning were unusual to say the least he 
thought and then the real spasms started.  'Stop, let go,' he cried out, 
breaking her sense of reverie.  She jumped and let go immediately, 
sitting back on her heels, shocked at what she had been doing.
     'You nearly made me come, you naughty little girl,' he teased 
her.  'When you know the second time must be inside a pretty lady's 
mouth.  Do you want to make me come like that?' He was smiling evilly 
at her and all she could do was shake her head.
     He made Joanne change places, and the younger girl now knelt 
at his side, watching as Joanne replaced her hands with her mouth.  The 
long erect pole rose up from his loins and drove inside his wife's mouth. 
She had obviously done this before because she looked very comfortable 
with what she was doing.
     Her hands held the erect penis near it's base, keeping is steady 
as she moved her mouth along the whole shaft, from the very tip until 
the full length was embedded deep within her throat.  Jane marvelled at 
just how much sex organ must be pushed right down Joanne's throat, 
and yet it didn't seem to worry her at all. It didn't take long for Joanne 
to bring Mellors close to his climax.
     He gasped several times with urgency and immediately Joanne 
allowed the erection to slip from her lips to rest on her now outstretched 
tongue.   Then slowly, ever so slowly, as her eyes stretched upwards to 
gauge Mellors reaction, she began to move her tongue backwards and 
forwards along the underside of his cock head.  Only slight movement 
was needed and soon, Mellor's whole body jerked at the first onset of 
orgasm.
     Jane saw it all very clearly.  It was the first time she had 
actually seem semen discharge from a man's erection, all the rest were 
released inside one of the women's vaginas and Jane only saw the 
residue as it seeped out afterwards.  She was amazed at the strength of 
the first spurt of semen as it snapped from the tip of his penis, directly 
along the flattened tongue and into the open mouth.  Only the first 
splatter was of that force, with the rest only managing to deposit the 
milky substance onto Joanne's tongue and she then had to suck it inside 
her mouth.  Joanne continued her wifely duties, never trying to move 
away while his cock continued to deposit even small spatters on her 
tongue.  Finally she sucked the head inside again, using her hands to 
flush any sperm that still remained inside the trunk of his organ into her 
mouth.  With a last lick of her tongue she released her husband's now 
soft appendage.
     'Come,' she told Jane.  'He will sleep now.  Come with me, we 
have just one more thing to do.'
     Leading Jane to her bedroom, she laid her on the bed, spreading 
her legs wide but making no sexual moves towards the naked girl.
     'Mellors told you that all the hair on your pussy must go before 
you leave here.  Actually, that was a requirement from Mr. Richard, you 
know.  I think he likes the look of naked vaginas,' she added.
     She came back and began to spread a thick waxy substance all 
over Jane's pubic hair, placing what appeared to be strips of fabric over 
the sticky substance. She was careful not to let any touch the tender 
pink flesh inside the girl's opening.  'There now,' she said.  'Just a few 
minutes and most of your short and curlies will be gone in a flash.'
     Jane was soon to find out just what a flash was like, for 
without warning, Joanne took hold of one end of the fabric and ripped it 
quickly from her skin.  The shock was worse than the hurt and she cried 
out in fright, clasping her hand over the spot that had just been 
processed. 
     'Oh, look,' she said in amazement.  'It's all gone. My pussy hair 
is all gone.'
     'Well just that strip,' Joanne reminded her, taking hold of the 
second end and produced the same result.  Jane was ready for this one 
and there was little hurt.  When the final patch had been removed, Jane 
ran her hand over the surface of her now hairless crotch, surprised at it's 
smoothness, and rather proud that her vagina looked much like Amber's 
and Virginia's.
     Joanne made one more sortie looking for stray hairs and when 
she was satisfied the job had been completed properly, stood the naked 
woman with the hairless pussy in front of a mirror.
     'You're going to send the Masters wild,' Joanne confided.  
'You look quite delectable.'
     'Thank you, Joanne and thank you for looking after me this 
morning, I was scared, you know.'
     'Now just get yourself along.  You want to be gone before 
Mellors wakes up and you're already late for your midday bath.  Master 
Roger will be chaffing at the bit.'
     Jane made no effort to retrieve her dress, simply leaving in the 
naked state she was in.


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