Message-ID: <35340asstr$1014300612@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "WritersCramp" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-Original-Message-ID: X-Complaints-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly. X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2002 05:00:25 GMT 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 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar This story must not be posted on any pay-site or used for commercial purposes of any sort. 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 All my books are available for download in Zipped Word9 & Text formats and uncompressed Text format from: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/WritersCramp40 Comments are sought and welcome at writerscramp40@hotmail.com Please take the time to let me know what you think of my stories. I DO need the feedback. 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. ****************** End of part 3 of 9 All my books are available for download in Zipped Word9 & Text formats and uncompressed Text format from: www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/WritersCramp40 Comments are sought and welcome at writerscramp40@hotmail.com Please take the time to let me know what you think of my stories. I DO need the feedback. ****************** ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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