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FAMILY FANTASY BOOK TWO-10/12
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 Eighteen
     'How do you do, I'm Edith Wright.'
     Amber and Margot met her at the door, welcoming her to their 
home.  The men were nowhere to be seen, but Virginia and Jane were 
in the library when the guest entered.
     'Hi, Mom.'
     'Hello, dear.  My, you do look nice.  Is that a new dress?  I 
haven't seen it before.'
     'Yes, Margot bought it for me.  Mom, I've had a great time 
with Virginia here.  It's been neat.'
     'And you look so happy,' her mother said.  'Almost glowing, I'd 
say.  Yes, I see country life has worked wonders.'
     Amber put Edith at around forty-five years old, maybe a little 
younger, she thought.  Almost Margot's build and with the same dark, 
wavy hair.  Tits a little bigger, look firm too but that could be the bra.  
Nice hips and good looking legs.  Amber pictured Richard working 
himself up between her legs and smiled at the prospect.
     They talked small talk while tea was served.  The two girls left 
on cue leaving the three women to continue.
     'You're very large, my dear,' Edith said.  'Are you due soon?'
     'Yes, in a week or so.  An indiscretion on our honeymoon, I'm 
afraid.  But it was all worth it.  From being a virgin one day to feeling 
a thrusting penis inside me every five minutes the next, was something I 
wouldn't miss for anything.'
     'Between us girls,' Margot explained, 'it's just that Richard, her 
husband, has apparently proved to be the lover of all lovers.  If you 
believe everything she says she married Don Juan, Cassonova and Tom 
Cruise all rolled into one.'
     'Oh, my, that's enough to take one's breath away,' she giggled 
nervously, fanning her face with her hand. 
     'One good thing about two families sharing the same house is 
that at least we women have someone to talk to who understands our 
needs and feelings.  Not just a man who doesn't know from Adam how 
to really treat a lady.' Margot thought to herself that was a good 
introduction to their next step of seduction.
     'What she means, Edith, is that when the men have had their 
way with us, at least we can discuss it and work out better ways to do it 
next time.  You know what men are like; open our legs, bang away and 
go to sleep.'
     'Oh, dear,' Edith was speechless.  'I don't know what to say.'
     'Amber, I think we are upsetting Edith.  After all she is the wife 
of a parson.'
     'No, please, it's alright.  It's just that I've never thought of 
talking this way since I was at school, long before I met Geoffrey.  As 
you say, I don't get the chance to say what I'm thinking.'
     'I can understand that, Edith.  I don't know how you manage to 
cope with all those fuddy-duddies that want to entertain the parson's 
wife.  It must be terribly boring.'
     'I've never said this to anyone but strangely I feel more at home 
with you than I ever have with my husband.  Yes, it is boring.  More 
than that, it's sheer hell. Never having enough money to buy even the 
barest necessities, living off what other people give us, usually because 
they don't want it themselves.  Trying to back my husband, but never 
feeling he has faith in me, mainly because he has no faith in himself.  If 
there was a way to give it all up we would but it's hopeless.'
     'What does he say?  Why can't you just move out and go on 
welfare?  Or is it because he's dedicated to his work?' Margot asked 
sympathetically.  'Surely, when you're alone together you talk.  We do 
that best after making love.'
     'Making love?  That's a laugh.  Geoffrey hasn't made love to me 
for years.  He has his own ways to gain satisfaction but I'm not 
included.'
     Edith was on the verge of tears and both women knew they 
were near to a breakthrough in only their first discussion.
     'You mean he has other women?  The parson?'
     'No, not other women, just magazines.  He has sex books posted 
  to him and uses those to get his satisfaction.'
     'He masturbates, doesn't he, Edith?' The question was really a 
statement.
     'Yes, all the time.  He knows I see him doing it sometimes but 
it doesn't worry him.  He even does it during his services under the 
robes and takes pleasure in telling me later.  He is good to me but for 
some reason I don't attract him any more.  Oh, God, it leaves me so 
frustrated.' Tears welled up and she wiped her eyes with a handkerchief.
     'My poor darling.' Margot moved over to sit besides her, putting 
an arm around her shoulder.
     She whispered in her ear.  'You can give yourself the same 
pleasure, Edith.   With your hand.  Both Amber and I do sometimes.'
     'But it's not like making love.  I want to feel a man over me 
pushing inside of me, snoring afterwards.  I need to feel wanted.  I don't 
like to be lonely, Margot.'
     She couldn't stop the tears flowing.  Sobbing deeply, she held 
one of Margot's hands, resting her head on the other woman's shoulders.
     No one spoke for some time, her sobbing finally subsiding.
     'If we could find a way to stop the loneliness, Edith, would you 
like that?   To break away from the boredom, the bleating parishioners; 
would you like to experience that?'
     'Oh, yes, I'd give anything to be able to do that. But there's no 
way for me to keep my daughter and my husband; he wouldn't give up 
his job, no matter how much he detests it secretly.  It just couldn't 
happen.'
     They talked over the rest of the afternoon, but refrained from 
any further sexual content.  Just happy to build friendships.
     As Edith departed Margot hugged her shoulder and spoke softly 
into her ear,  'we will get together again, very soon.  We both loved 
having you.  I hope you enjoyed the day.  Jane is having a great time 
and we'll look after her.  Please come again.  I'll ring you.'
     'I'd like that.  Thank you for being so understanding.'
     'We'd both like you to come back again, Edith,' Amber pressed 
her hand.  'I think we might become very close friends.  Very close 
indeed.'
     'I do hope so, Amber dear.'
     As Edith left, she was beaming at the thought of returning.

     Later that evening the four parents were entertaining themselves 
in the main bedroom.  Margot was participating but her mind wasn't on 
the lovemaking that was being performed on her body.  Roger was 
laying on top, pumping deeply into her but she was thinking of ways to 
win over Edith's confidence.
     'She's a very lonely person,' Margot explained to no one in 
particular.  'Doesn't get any pleasure from her own hand and certainly 
not from her husband.'
     'Who?' Roger queried.
     'Edith.'  When she saw he hadn't comprehended, she added, 
'Edith.  Jane's mother.'
     'Oh,' he murmured without interest.
     'Amber, what do you think?'  She looked over to see the naked 
and very pregnant Amber laying on her side with Richard's manhood 
held firmly between her lips.  Richard was making all the movements, 
thrusting deeply inside her mouth, Amber simply providing the sheath to 
give her husband his pleasure.
     'God, you're no help, are you?'  She sighed in exasperation.
     Finally she reached over and took the phone in her hand, 
punching in a set of numbers.
     'Edith?  It's me, Margot.  Yes, how are you?  Good. Are you 
alone?   Oh, is he?  Well perhaps you can just answer yes or no, then 
he won't know will he?'
     She changed the phone to her other ear, smiling at something 
Edith had said, oblivious to Roger's rutting between her legs.
     'Edith, remember what we talked about today?  Yes? Good!   
Well it made me so excited, I was bubbling up inside.  What?  You too? 
I'm glad.  Edith, I want to tell you something.  Something about what 
I'm doing right now.  Don't say anything just listen.  O.K.?  Nod a few 
times and agree so he won't realise I'm doing all the talking.  I'm in bed, 
Edith. But I've thrown off the covers and am touching myself between 
the legs.  Do you understand?  Can you picture it? Well, it's very nice.  
I've been doing it for a while, thinking about you, and it's building up. 
Ugh!'  She shuddered as a spasm shook her body.
     'Oh, Edith, it feels so good.  No, Roger's gone out, don't know 
where.  My finger is moving very slowly, just around that spot.  You 
know where, don't you?  What?  Yes, I've got my nightdress on but it's 
pulled right up.  Ugh! Ugh!  Oh!  Oh, God, Edith, he's come home.  
Roger's just come in the bedroom door but I can't stop.  He's watching 
me while he's taking off his clothes.  Oh, Edith, he's going to lay on top 
of me; he's going to make love to me. What, Roger?  Edith, he wants to 
know whom I'm talking to. I've got to tell him.  I'm talking to Edith, 
Roger. Jane's Mother.  Oh, he's pushed inside.  He knows it's you Edith 
and he wants me to keep talking to you.  Yes, darling, push harder.   
Oh, yes, that's good.   He's watching me talk to you, Edith.  No, don't 
hang up. Please don't, Edith.  I just want to share my pleasure. Edith?   
Edith, are you still there?  Good.  Oh, I'm getting close.  I think he is 
too.  He's red in the face and sweating.  Ugh.  It's here.  Edith, I'm 
coming.  Ah! Ah!  Yes, Roger, come too.  Oh, you're good to me.  
Shoot it all.  I can feel it inside me.  Yes my darling, just lay there.  
Relax.  Edith?  Did you hear?  I just came and my husband has filled 
me with his come.  He's getting off now.  Says he's going out.  Oh, 
Edith, I need someone. Oh, can you come over?  No, he'll be gone.  I'm 
all alone. Can you come?  Please say yes.  Please come to me.  I just 
need someone to be with me, to hold my hand.  Please, Edith.  Yes?  
Oh, thank you.  Please hurry.  I'll make sure the doors open.  Just come 
up.  You know which room? Good.  Wait; don't hang up for a minute.  
Edith, tell me something.  Have you ever made love to a woman?  No? 
Me neither.  Hurry over.'
     'Well, that was a performance and a half.'  Amber remarked.  
She had completed her task and was licking her lips clean of Richard's 
discharge.   'What are you going to do now?'
     'I'm going to seduce her.'
     'So I suppose you want us to vanish'
     'Yes please, but not until Roger has really deposited his load in 
me.  I need to look the part when she arrives.'
     Amber pointed a large swollen breast at Roger.  'Come on, 
Roger.  Suck my tittie as you come.  Taste my milk.' It was enough to 
send him over the edge; face contorting as the male pleasures took over, 
spewing sperm deep inside Margot's pussy.
     'God, you women are something else,' he laughed once he had 
calmed down.  'Just make sure I get a suck of that tit before the baby 
comes.  I've earned it.'
     'Of course you haven't earned it,' Amber complained. 'You get 
all the pleasure and we get to clean up.  We earn it, you just take it.'
     'Talking of cleaning up,' he said looking at Amber, 'I do believe 
it's you're turn.' He withdrew from Margot's vagina and poked it towards 
Amber.
     'Suck me clean.  It'll save me washing before I go out.'
     She obeyed him willingly.

     Margot heard the light tap on the door and pretended to be 
asleep.  Soon a small voice called,  'Margot.' She never reacted but knew 
Edith was near the bedside.
     'Margot, dear.'
     She stirred but didn't open her eyes.  A hand gently touched her 
forehead.
     'Margot.  It's me, Edith.  Are you alright?'
     Margot thought she acted very well as she flinched and then 
looked up into Edith's eyes.
     'Oh, Edith, you did come.  Thank you.  I must have fallen 
asleep.  Have you been here long?'
     'I've just arrived and found you asleep.   Are you alright?'
     'Yes, in fact I feel fine.  Always do after making love.' She 
followed Edith eyes, which were looking, down her body to where the 
nightdress had been pulled up and her splayed legs offering an open 
view of her genitals. Droplets of sperm still clung to the hairs between 
her legs and she was sure Edith could see the trail where his semen had 
dribbled from her vagina and onto the sheet. 
     'I'm sorry I look such a sight, Edith.  It's just that when Roger 
wants to poke me I get all worn out.  I know how you must feel with 
your husband not making you happy that way, but I get so lethargic,' she 
told the rather flustered woman.  'Could you use a tissue to wipe some 
of the gunk away?  Don't if it upsets you.'
     'Oh,' she looked up shocked at the thought of being so intimate 
with this woman whom she had just met.  Then realising that she had 
come over because this was the woman with whom she had felt more 
understanding and empathy than to any of her friends.  'Oh, no, dear.  
It's all right.  I don't mind.'
     She stood up to collect the tissue box, sitting back on the edge 
of the bed and began to mop up the sticky discharge that Roger had left.
     'I need you to stay with me, Edith.  Just to be here and to hold 
your hand.  It's just that this always seems to happen.  Roger has his 
way with me, even though he usually helps me to have an orgasm, and 
then always finds something else he has to do instead of cuddling me.  
Do you understand what that's like?   You sort of feel unfulfilled even 
after climaxing.'
     'Indeed I do,' Edith replied.  'But at least, he does make love 
until you have an orgasm.  I haven't had one for I don't know how long. 
Years.'
     She finished the ablutions on Margot's pussy and fought with 
the tissues, which clung to her because of the stickiness.  She finally 
allowed them to fall on the floor.
     'Edith, remember what I asked you?   On the telephone?'
     'Yes,' she could only whisper, thinking of what might be 
coming.
     'Can we?'
     'I've never...,' she hesitated.  'I told you I've never loved a 
woman.'
     'I want to, Edith.'
     'I couldn't.  I wouldn't know how.'
     'Nor I, but I want to.'
     'Oh!'
     'Undress, Edith.  Come into the bed with me.  We can learn 
together.  I need you.'
     Both women were quivering with anticipation.  Margot was 
sure that Edith wanted to and she kept pressing.
     'Take my hand.  Hold it.'  As Edith reached out, Margot 
clasped her hand, pressing the back of it to her lips in a long kiss, 
finally laying her cheek over the kissed area.
     'Lay with me, Edith.'
     She saw she had won as Edith unhooked the dress behind her 
head and reached back to draw the zipper down. She extracted her arms 
and let the garment fall around her ankles.  Next came the slip to reveal 
pants and bra.  Not the kind of underwear you would call erotic Margot 
thought but she hadn't come here with that on her mind. 
     'Don't be embarrassed.  I haven't done this either, at least not 
since I was at school and then that was only for fun, not sex.'
     Edith slid under the covers and Margot leaned over her, holding 
herself up on one elbow.
     'Close your eyes.'
     She ran her hands over the older woman's face, soothing her 
anxiety, gently touching cheeks, eyelids, and mouth.  She kissed Edith 
on the lips in a chaste way, and then inched the tip of her tongue 
between the woman's closed lips.  Her tongue wet the dry lips, dry from 
nervousness, finally kissing wetly, mouth open, forcing past her teeth 
and against Edith's tongue, which she fought lightly.
     'Relax, Edith.  We won't get zapped for doing this. I feel good 
already and so should you.'
     'I know but I'm scared.'
     'Of me?' She asked this a little incredulously.
     'No of someone seeing us.'
     'I promise you, no one will.'
     Her hand slid down to cup a large pliant breast.  Not as firm as 
hers and probably developing a little droop but I'll find that out when 
this tank of a bra comes off, Margot thought.
     'Oh, Margot, I never thought I would feel anything from a 
woman's touch, but this is so arousing.' She never opened her eyes, 
enjoying the sensations that were causing her to shiver with anticipation.
     'Have you ever sucked your husband's penis, Edith?' She 
whispered in her ear.
     'Have I wha..?   Oh, goodness, no, never.   I couldn't.'
     'Someday you will and then you'll know what it is to be 
aroused.'
     'Oh,' Edith said almost silently, trying to imagine what the act 
would be like.
     'Lay over, Edith.' Margot laid on her side, her body moulding 
itself around Edith's, an arm over the woman's waist, holding her tight.
     'Goodnight, Edith.  Sleep well.'
     'Oh, Margot, I must go home.  Geoffrey will worry.'
     'He hasn't worried much about you at all from what I can make 
out.  Anyway, why shouldn't he worry about you?  It's about time he 
did.   Don't even think of him.   Sleep tight.'
     She kissed her on the ear lobe, and settled down to sleep.
     
     Margot woke early to find Edith in exactly the same position 
she had been last night.  She stirred and this woke Edith also.
     'Good morning.  Sleep well?' Margot smiled knowingly and 
knelt over her bedmate.
     'I must have.  I didn't move.'
     'I know.'  She leaned down and kissed Edith full on the lips.  
'Women can love without it being sinful.'
     Edith said nothing, lost for words at what was happening.
     Margot unclasped Edith's bra and said, 'Now take off your 
knickers.  I am going to kiss you again but this time I want you naked.'
     'Margot,' she said.  'I've never done anything like this before.  I 
don't think I should.'
     'Nonsense.  If your Geoffrey were here in your place, do you 
think he would hold back?  If he's like any other man, I'd probably be 
raped by now.'
     'And you did such wonderful things to me last night, Margot.  
Yes, I want you to do it.' She raised her behind off the bed to push her 
undies down.  They could more correctly be called bloomers, Margot 
thought, but never showed any indication of these thoughts to her 
companion.
     'Help me to learn.'
     After sucking one large nipple into her mouth, Margot's hand 
wandered downward to rest on the crinkly hair between Edith's legs.   
She slipped a finger inside Edith's pussy and began to manipulate her 
clitoris and sex opening.
     'Tell me when you're nearing an orgasm, Edith.  I want to be 
ready to feel it from the very beginning.'
     'Soon.'
     'Tell me first, not afterwards,'
     'Ugh!  That's nice, Margot.  Please don't stop.'
     'Come if you want to.  I'll keep going.'
     It wasn't long before Edith bit her lip and called out, 'It's 
getting close.  Oh, I'm coming, Margot.'
     'Enjoy it, Edith.  You deserve it all.'
     Sometime later, after the woman had recovered her composure, 
Margot lifted her face from where it rested against Edith's cheek.
     'Edith, I want you to go home now.  But just to add a little to 
what we've shared, you must not wear any underwear until I see you 
again.'
     'Margot,' she cried out.  'I couldn't.'
     'If I feel up your dress next time and find even a slip, I will be 
very angry.'
     'But Geoffrey will know.'
     'If he does realise, it should give him a thrill.'
     'He'll think I'm mad.'
     'Or maybe, just sexy.'
     'It is very naughty.' She giggled at the thought.
     'The next time we meet, we'll go shopping and buy you some 
nice underwear.  I guarantee Geoffrey will see you in a different light 
when he sees you undressing then.'
     'Don't leave it too long, Margot.  Oh, you make me feel so 
good.'
     'But a little naughty too, I hope.'
     'Certainly that.'
     Edith wore just her dress, the rest Margot pushed into a bundle. 
 'This goes out,' she declared.
     She took Edith in her arms.  'We haven't even begun to make 
love, Edith.  Next time it will be very good.'
     'I just know it will.  You excite me so much, Margot.'
     She left to return to Geoffrey, trying to think up a story that 
sounded convincing.
     
     'Have you won her over?'
     'If her orgasm was any indication, I think I could get her to 
divorce her husband tomorrow.  Yes, at least on the sexual side, I think 
we've won.'
     'Then what we have to do now is introduce her to the rest of 
the family.  A little compromising might do the trick.'
     'You've got an evil mind, Richard Simmons,' Margot declared.
     'Just a dirty one.'
     She mused on that for a while, looking into his eyes and 
realising Richard was not really his usual bright self.  And then she 
understood.  With Amber nearing her confinement, his sexual urges 
were probably not being fully met.
     'Are you in need of some relief?'
     'I think that's exactly my problem.'
     'Then it seems I'm the right lady in the right spot at the right 
time.'
     She moved over to kneel in front of him, between his legs and 
while looking straight into his eyes, felt for his zipper, undoing it.   A 
knowing smile covered her gentle face.  Richard's face remained passive, 
but Margot saw his cock was anything but that.  The greatest problem 
she had with this man was the sheer size of his prick, especially when 
she intended to use her mouth on him.  It was not only long but also so 
thick it stretched her mouth to the limit leaving no give for her to work 
the weapon in and out.
     For Richard though, it felt like fucking a virgin, her lips so 
tight around the swollen shaft that he gained instant sensations as she 
began to force her lips along the shaft.
     She knew this man could last longer than her own will power if 
he wanted to.  She had seen him fucking his wife, giving her numerous 
multiple orgasms without taking a single climax for himself.  He had at 
times, then rolled over, hugging his well satisfied wife, and they had 
both gone to sleep fully complete within themselves.
     When she sucked Roger off, she took delight in watching the 
changing signs of his oncoming climax, his reddened face, a clear sign 
that she was about to receive his emissions over her tongue.  She 
couldn't do that with Richard.  His cock was so large that once impaled 
inside her mouth, all she could do was look down onto his stomach, so 
strong was his erection.  So every time Richard came in her mouth, it 
was a surprise, the only warning was the split second before as she felt 
the semen rush through the tube of his penis and surge into her mouth.
     Sex with Richard was always good, no matter what it consisted 
of.  He experimented, trying ways she had never attempted with Roger. 
Some gave her little pleasure but most produced the utmost satisfaction. 
It was always the unknown with Richard whereas Roger could be relied 
upon to use only three or four tried and true positions.  One was to suck 
him off without any satisfaction for herself, and another, the one that he 
would attempt every time if she didn't object, was to sink his cock deep 
inside her rectum.  Sodomy with Roger never gave her any feeling of 
pleasure unless she masturbated herself at the same time. Then, the 
climax was as good as she ever experienced.
     Her mouth pushed back and forth over Richard's cockhead, she 
doing all the work.  He simply lies back in the sofa, watching her 
efforts, not moving.
     Surprising her, he erupted quickly, pulling his cock out and 
with jerking movements as each spasm overtook him, allowed the 
spurting semen to splash over her face and chest, wetting her blouse.   
She let him finish, not objecting to the grossness.  Revenge came as he 
closed his eyes in fulfilment from the ejaculation, and she leaned over 
him, smearing her sperm splattered face over his smug smile.

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