Maureen Quincy - Forbidden Sex Games

Lisa again applied her lips to Candice's cunt. The hole was absolutely soaking; the skin around the actual inlet sticky and awash with love-cream that was still dripping from her lovely gash. Candice was once more on top of Lisa, but her naked body now pressed into the English girl from the most exciting position possible: her breasts squashing into Lisa's belly, her crotch grinding down on Lisa's face, her chin resting firmly on the blonde patch of pubic hair… while her mouth guzzled noisily at Lisa's thrusting quim.

As Candice fondled her hands along the soft inner flesh of Lisa's outstretched thighs, Lisa herself scratched arousingly into her room-mate's back; moving her sharp little fingernails from the middle of the girl's spine, passing them across the writhing white cheeks until red criss-cross marks appeared on the beautiful flesh. She occasionally drove her nails between the buttocks, scratching with a lighter touch over the tender crack of Candice's anus, all the time sucking strongly at the pungent mouth which had grown so inflamed and glutinous.

The girls rocked in a sweet, increasing rhythm. They cried out several times as the pitch of their excitement made them breathless and near to swooning, yielding that honeyed mucous-so hot and heavily flavoured! — until their bodies gradually subsided and they felt satisfied and content merely to kiss gently at each other's dripping, tingling cunts…

Lisa wasn't given time to lay quietly and savour the experience, however, for the Headmistress was waiting to officially welcome her to the school! Drowsy and pleasurably aching, she let Candice take her back to the shower so that they could remove all traces of the tell-tale odours of lust; and as she leaned intimately against Candice, her arm wound tightly around the girl's waist, Lisa decided that she was going to enjoy her enforced stay at Byblos School.

For a second or two she felt a stab of conscience. She hadn't once thought of Richard since her arrival in the Lebanon. Poor Richard! He was probably going through hell at that horrible-sounding preparatory school. And Sandhurst would be even worse for him J..

But then Lisa-to her surprise-dismissed her stepbrother from her mind. She had her own life to lead, she decided. And it was up to her to make the best of it…

Dusk was falling as the two boys walked stealthily along the narrow, winding lane, their ears straining for the sound of pursuit and their heads turning sharply to look over their shoulders at the slightest noise from behind them.

The crescent moon shone wanly out of an overcast sky, lighting their way with shafts of pale illumination. They walked faster, keeping close together, their breath coming harshly and their senses alerted for danger. Fernleigh School now lay two miles from their present position, sprawled out in its private grounds to the south. As they jogged steadily forward, Richard glanced at his companion. The boy caught his eye and grinned: punching Richard's shoulder in a friendly, encouraging fashion, panting quietly:

“Not far now! The lane bends in a moment-and they should be there, waiting for us!”

Richard could feel a stitch beginning to burn in his side. He slowed down a little, letting the other boy move slightly ahead, and realised that it wasn't so much the exercise as his reluctance to meet the two village girls that was making him dawdle. Spencer had said that they often-what was the phrase he used? “put on a show?” Well, he doubted very much that a couple of young country tarts would be able to excite him: after all that he had experienced with Lisa and Miss Wynter. Anything that happened to him after those horny women had given him such thrilling sex-instruction would be an anticlimax. But Spencer, of course, knew nothing about his affair with the Governess and his step-sister. Richard hadn't been able to confide such intimate details-not even to his best friend…

Spencer Prendergast was Richard's senior by just over a year. He had also been removed to Fernleigh Preparatory School by his parents-although Spencer's misbehaviour had taken a more extroverted course than Richard's. He was a wild, rebellious boy of 18; difficult to control as a child, he had proved to be the rotten egg in an otherwise highly respectable middle-class family. By the age of 17, Spencer had already made two girls pregnant, and another-a much younger servant girl-had committed suicide while under the influence of LSD… administered to her by the careless, totally amoral eldest son. This was intended to be Spencer's last chance. Discipline at Fernleigh, followed by an even tougher regime at Sandhurst. If he couldn't be drilled and battered into shape by these institutions, his family had promised to disown him.

But despite the fact that this would mean losing a considerable inheritance, Spencer showed no sign of reformation. He flouted all the rules, brought drugs into the school, slipped out almost every evening for rendezvous with local village girls-and took a keen pleasure in persuading newer boys (such as Richard) to join him in these escapades. Spencer wasn't a particularly complicated personality: he simply didn't give a damn!

Still, unintentionally-for the only wayward member of the Prendergast family wouldn't have raised a finger to help another human being-Spencer had saved Richard from the kind of black despair that could easily have led to suicide. He had invited Richard to be one of his cronies at a time when the boy's morale was at its lowest ebb; some six weeks after Richard had first been delivered into the hands of the school authorities. And Spencer had quickly taught Richard to bear the injustices, the canings and the strict discipline: he had shown him how to harden his nature, sneering at the masters while they lectured and thrashed him; refusing to allow his will to be broken by their measures…

Within the space of a few weeks, Richard's face had begun to lose its delicate, sensitive expression. He became sullen, his eyes set in a perpetual glowering that made the blue-gray irises darken to a listless, inattentive ashen tone. He followed eagerly in Spencer's footsteps, experimenting with the marijuana and pep-pills which the older boy freely passed around. But tonight was Richard's first truancy. He hadn't dared to refuse Spencer's invitation; knowing very well that he would be cast off like an unworthy ally if he turned down the offer to join Spencer in one of his regular “get-togethers” with the village girls. But Richard couldn't forget Lisa. The memory of those hot, passionate nights haunted him, making his body burn at night and he secretly masturbated to relieve the fierce tension in his loins. It seemed pointless to seek satisfaction with other girls. They couldn't begin to compare with the ecstatic, the completely fulfilling joys he had shared with Lisa and Miss Wynter…

Spencer disappeared around a sudden, sharp bend in the lane and Richard quickened his pace, breaking into a jogtrot to catch up with the older boy. Spencer was waiting impatiently for him.

“Jesus!” he complained. “They aren't going to wait all night for us, you know. Come on!”

Richard walked off the lane with Spencer, crossing a dry, weed-filled ditch and passing among the dark, gaunt trees which loomed on either side of the winding secondary road. An owl hooted mournfully, and then-above the faint sounds made by the night animals-came a peal of girlish laughter. The boys stopped. A twig cracked ominously beneath Richard's foot, and Spencer imitated the call of the owl: cupping his hand over his mouth and answering the giggling girls, locating their whereabouts and then grabbing Richard's arm-pulling him through the dense bracken until they came to a small clearing where two teenage girls were standing hand-in-hand. Spencer made a mocking formal bow.