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FROM THE AUTHOR:
Firstly the important…
WARNING
This novel covers a wide range of explicit sexual practices, many of which may be illegal in the reader’s country of residence. If this is so OR if you are offended in any way by stories with strong sexual content that you may consider abhorrent were it practiced in real life, please cease reading now and delete the whole file.
If you are aged under 18, you have no right to read any further and MUST delete the file NOW!
The author cannot state the case more clear than that, surely?
LEGAL STUFF
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GENERAL
All names are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either living or dead. Neither the author nor any acquaintance of the author, has ever indulged in situations described in this story; they are solely based on fantasy of the mind.
Most stories written by the author are of book-length size and the first chapter or two are usually taken up “setting the scene” so to speak. If they are not read or given just cursory glance, the atmosphere that is intended for the story may well be lost on the reader. Anticipation of what is to come can give as much joy as “getting there”.
There are many more stories in progress but because of the size, completion and publication is naturally slow.
I would appreciate constructive comments on any aspect of this or any of my other novels - flamers should NOT have passed beyond this preamble as they have been warned about content, so their comments are a waste of time and will be dealt with in a fitting manner. I shall endeavour to respond to all constructive suggestions and may be contacted at (Underscores before s & c)
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FAMILY FANTASY ©July 2001
BOOK ONE
Sexual Fantasy Fiction
By
Writer'sCramp
(MFF, MFFf, Ff, Rom, forced, coerced, nc, 1st.time, teen, spk, menst, ws, bdsm, etc)
Synopsis:
Sixteen-year-old Amber, wooed by wealthy young businessman, marries and then joins his closest friends family together as a family commune, sharing each other, including friends teen daughter and household staff in many sexual ways.
The Characters:
Richard Simmons, master of the house
Amber, aged 16, wife of Richard, mistress of the house
Cynthia, Amber's fantasy alter-ego
William & Martha Nelson, parents of Amber
Dr. Roger & Mrs. Margot Wright, closest friends of the Simmons family, parents of Virginia aged 16.
Arthur and Joanne Mellors, Butler & Housemaid
Chapter One
At sixteen years, Amber Nelson looked much older and her smiling, open face let her easily gain the confidence of the customers of the perfumery department where she worked, especially the men. She had the happy knack of closing her sales and took delight in seeing another happy customer leaving the shop.
Richard Simmons walked into the shop without any intention of purchasing perfume. He had wanted to replenish his tobacco pouch, but on moving past the cosmetics counter, he saw her reflection in a mirror and stopped as though struck with something. He could not believe the beauty of this girl behind the counter and although he didn't know it at the time, it wouldn't be long before she became the centre of his attention.
Making sure that this majestic young woman, whom he guessed to be around twenty-one, would be the one to serve him he smiled and asked, 'Could you suggest something for the most beautiful girl in the world?'
Amber blushed, smiled and went into her usual sales pitch, which absolutely captivated him. But she found that he just couldn't make up his mind on which perfume to buy. On suggesting her usual highest priced line he said, 'That sounds wonderful but do you not have something even more special than that?'
'Well sir, you could take a gift pack of our very best line but I'm afraid it is very expensive and we sell very few of them. I'm sure your wife would just adore it though. Is it for your anniversary perhaps?' She asked shyly.
'No it's not an anniversary, more like a first meeting present I guess,' he answered smiling to her. 'Tell me, if you were to be given a special present, what would you choose?'
'Oh! Yes, I think I would simply adore this as a gift. I think she will be a very lucky lady sir,' Amber replied.
'Then that settles it, this is the gift I want to give her. Could you please gift wrap it?'
When the parcel had been wrapped Richard asked her, 'Would you do this for me? Will you think of me tonight as this gift is given to the most beautiful girl in the world? I would like to know that the person who suggested this for me becomes a part of this special evening. Would you?' His smile was both serious and happy at the same time.
Amber was not really sure what he meant by that, but he seemed so happy and she could only say, 'Of course, Sir. Have a happy evening.'
'I'm glad you will, thank you. My! Isn't this wrapping paper beautiful?' He asked, making sure she took notice of the pattern on the paper.
After Richard left, Amber felt good inside. This customer was different, as well as being very handsome, and she knew that sometime this evening she would think of him and hoped his meeting with The-Most-Beautiful-Girl-In-The-World would be as romantic as he made out.
Little did she know just how romantic!
That evening, as she and her parents were watching TV someone knocked on the door. Her father answered and found an Old Time Delivery Man, in full costume who in a loud voice asked, 'I have a parcel for,' and his voice became even louder and sounded as though he was singing. Sounds of the song, 'The Most Beautiful Girl in the World' ran through the house and Amber gasped at the coincidence.
She and her mother came to the doorway to see what all the noise was about. Her father was so stunned at the sight that he stood speechless. As soon as Amber came into view, the delivery man burst into another verse of the song and looked straight at her and slowly handed over the parcel.
It was only then that she realised that the parcel she had wrapped for her customer this afternoon, was now being given to her. In slow motion her hands reached out and took it.
'What in the hell is going on here?' Her father demanded, not of her but of the deliveryman who by now was slowly taking backward steps towards the front gate, still singing loudly.
Amber recovered somewhat and placated her father, 'It's alright Dad, just a joke from some of the girls at work.’
'Well, it's the goddamnedest thing I've ever seen. They must be a scatter-brained lot. And it's not even your birthday. What do they think they're doing?' He spluttered.
'What's in the box anyway, dear?' Her mother asked, just the merest bit curious.
'Oh! It's nothing, Mom,' she said. 'Just some cheap perfume that we were joking about today. I guess one of them got a bit carried away. They'll probably be splitting their sides with laughter by now. I'll kill them when I get to work tomorrow.'
Amber found herself gushing not knowing when to stop. Finally she opened the parcel to let her parents see, but making sure they didn't know the contents were just the most expensive perfume her store sold. What she didn’t do was let them see the small envelope that was also inside the wrapping paper - she had certainly not put it there when she had wrapped it in the shop.
While there was a lot she didn't understand, for the first time in her young life, Amber felt the thrill of romance. It was impossible to describe but deep down she felt wonderful although there were a lot of unanswered questions running around in her mind.
'Mum, I feel a bit tired; I think I'll go up to bed,' she called running up the stairs clutching the gift from her unknown admirer. Closing the door, she sat on the bed and quickly opened the envelope having no idea what to expect.
It read:
'To the Most Beautiful Girl in the World,
The vision of your loveliness remains in
my mind. Thank you for being there as I
passed by.
I hope with all my heart that you begin
to feel towards me, just a little of how I
feel for you at this moment.
Until we meet again.'
R.
The card was written in the most distinguished handwriting and signed with just an “R”. He must have opened the parcel to put this in, she thought to herself but it doesn't look opened. Then it dawned on her; how did he know where I live? I certainly didn't tell him and I'm sure none of the other girls would have. For goodness sake he could have been a rapist and attacked me on my way home - but of course, he didn't.
She read the card over many times 'To the most beautiful girl in the world'. No one has ever said anything like that to me and of course I'm not the most beautiful girl in the world, she told herself. Was it Robert, or Raymond… I wonder who he is?
Amber went to her mirror. 'I guess I'm pretty but not 'The Most Beautiful',' she said to herself, but indeed Amber was a very beautiful young woman.
She saw before her the long blonde hair which fell below her shoulders, and a round face with the most unblemished skin imaginable. Her bright sky blue eyes sparkled as they always did and these combined with an almost permanent smile gave the impression to anyone she spoke to, that they were important her. All who came to know her soon loved her dearly. The fact that her family were loving and caring meant there was little that troubled her and her joy of life simply shone from her eyes.
Continuing to watch the image before her, Amber began to ready herself for bed, discarding her blouse and skirt. She then reached behind her back to unclasp the bra and release her breasts. At near seventeen years, Amber had already developed into womanhood and her breasts stood out firmly without need for any support. She was always curious as to why the left breast was slightly larger than the right one, but the difference was almost unnoticeable to her now and certainly no one would be aware of this phenomenon when she was dressed.
Her nipples, she thought, were too big for the size of the breasts but were totally pink against the smooth pale skin of her breasts. Hm. Not too large now, she thought but was well aware of the reaction that her fingers could make to her nipples if she stroked them for any length of time. Then they become too big, she told herself.
She never had the opportunity of comparing breasts with her friends as this just wasn't the done thing. She knew many of the girls had shown each other their body growth but her close circle of friends had never progressed to this stage of intimacy so she could only imagine that her bosoms were about the same as every one else's.
In the mirror she watched the change taking place in her nipples as she thought about them. Now the points started to protrude and the pink surrounding them became taught and rippled. Her hands rose to cup each breast, gently squeezing and until her fingers slowly slid down and encircled only the teat of each. Amber well knew the thrill this activity could give her and she continued to slowly stroke them until they became rock hard. The tingly tickle started to spread until the whole of each breast screamed out for release. Amber really didn't know what that release was or how to achieve it but many times over the last year or so, she had brought herself to this stage without being able to progress further. She knew there must be more but her inexperience in matters sexual, left her wanting.
'Stop!' She told herself knowing that she could continue this very delicious activity later if she wanted to.
She didn't like wearing panty-hose and put on stockings and suspenders only when she went out, which didn't happen all that often. So her remaining garment was a pair of small silky smooth bikini panties which she slid down to reveal her secret of secrets. The covering of pubic hair was the same blond color and gossamer fine which allowed her to see the outline of the pussy crease between her legs. Her menstrual cycle started early, when she was just eleven years old and at that time her mother had taken her aside and spoken quietly about her monthly period, how to wear a sanitary pad and what to expect as she grew through puberty. However when it came to plain talking about sex and boys her mother had been totally unhelpful. Amber was led to believe that boys had filthy habits and always wanted to put their hands up girls dresses and feel up their pussies.
She was told never to talk about sex or her private parts to any of her girl friends because they would tell the boys all about the conversation and they would only tease her and think that she would let them do those filthy things. At the tender age of eleven, this made a severe impact on her understanding not only of sex itself but also of her ability to communicate on personal things with her friends and particularly with boys in general.
Amber had remained a virgin mainly because she had never gained the confidence nor the wish to become close to boys, as many of the girls of her age had. She was thought to be stand-offish and quiet and it was only her vivacious looks that allowed her to join the circle of friends she had.