Maureen Quincy - Forbidden Sex Games

“Richard-I want you to meet Carol and Jean!” he introduced, nudging the boy meaningfully. “Two of the sexiest little bitches in Fernleigh!”

Richard nodded at the girls, not feeling shy in their presence but wishing that he had the courage to tell Spencer that he simply wasn't interested in them. Although it was difficult to see them clearly, Carol and Jean appeared to be a pair of ordinary, reasonably pretty girls; dressed in roll-neck sweaters and dark-coloured miniskirts-their hair style (shoulder-length and probably a mousy blonde), their very similar build and height making them look like twins. They were of an indeterminate age: possibly only 14 or 15; although the fairly prominent swelling of their breasts as a ray of moonlight broke through the trees and illuminated the girls more clearly, suggested that they could be in their late 'teens…

Spencer indicated to Richard that they should settle themselves on the ground, loosening his school blazer and pulling his de off. As Richard sat gingerly on the mossy, damp-feeling earth he glanced at his companion. Spencer was staring avidly at the two girls, his handsome but already depraved features outlined whitely by the moon. He had a rugged build and there was no denying the intelligence which burned in his mind. If it hadn't been for Spencer's streak of recklessness, he could probably have been an exceptional scholar, a prize-winning athlete. Despite his lack of experience in judging human nature, Richard realised that his friend was deliberately wasting his life away… squandering his existence on blind rebellion on cheap thrills such as this evening's “entertainment”…

Neither Carol nor Jean seemed inclined to make an attempt at conversation. Instead, after controlling the new fit of giggling which had seized them, they turned to each other and began to make love! Richard fidgeted uneasily. The girls obviously weren't attracted to each other-at least, not in a sexual way. They avoided the meeting of their lips, pawing and helping one another to undress with awkward, mechanical gestures: so very far removed from the loving, sexy disrobing which Lisa and Miss Wynter had performed in order to excite him…

Carol and Jean were now standing before the boys wearing only their black panties. Crudely, they started to fondle each other's breasts-Carol posing in front of Jean so that her friend's hands could slip beneath her armpits and fasten on the white globes in full view of the watching schoolboys. There was very little passion in the caress, however. Jean's fingers rubbed into the tits as if they were shaping nothing more exciting than plasticine; and it was only when her hands tickled at the nipples that either girl began to show enthusiasm. Then, as the teats perked stiffly into life, Carol sucked at her lower lip and her eyes closed. Her head tilted back, resting against Jean's shoulder and she moved her thighs urgently together-squeezing her upper legs tightly and making the small curve of her pubis strain out more prominently against the black sheen of her briefs.

Soon, the girls changed places and it was Jean's turn to receive the breast-massage. Carol wedged her body up close behind her friend, thrusting forward with her loins so that her crotch pressed snugly into Jean's buttocks. She was certainly the more passionate of the two-and the neat tickling of her fingers across the other girl's bare nipples gave Richard's prick a pleasant surging warmth that started the flesh pulsing thickly. He stole another glance at Spencer. The older boy was openly fingering his sex, pushing his hand down on the hard bulge which had risen in his grey flannel trousers, licking his lips as he savoured the girls' love-play.

The ritual which was being enacted for them by Carol and Jean continued, though it advanced too quickly for Richard's tastes. Lacking finesse-or more probably not caring very much for the game Spencer insisted they perform-the girls ripped down their panties and sat briefly in front of the two boys: thighs widely parted, showing their cunts in blatant detail by peeling open the lips. Richard tensed himself, ready to get up and choose either Carol or Jean-certain that Spencer was more than eager to begin fucking the girls.

But his friend showed no sign of movement. He nodded his satisfaction, staring through the now well-lit clearing at the exposed pussies, continuing to rub his cock yet apparently content to remain a spectator!

Richard frowned uncertainly. He watched as Jean and Carol came together again, this time putting their faces intimately against one another's sexes in the “sixty-nine” position: hearing their irregular breathing as the girls began to suck at the moist, humid gashes-their up-thrust arses rendered white as freshly-laundered pillows by the strong beaming moon.

It was practically impossible to see any detail of their genital contact now, but Spencer seemed satisfied merely to listen to the wet, liquid sounds of cunt-licking and to look on as Carol and Jean wiggled their bottoms up and down. Well, Richard decided, he wasn't content to sit on the uncomfortable ground and watch this amateurish display by the young lesbians! He scrambled to his feet without looking at Spencer again, unfastening the belt of his trousers and letting them drop to his ankles as he approached the entwined girls. Spencer made no move to stop him, but he remained where he was: smiling a secret, ambiguous smile that hinted at a preordained plan…

Richard climbed out of his underpants but kept his shirt and vest on; it was still rather chilly, even in the middle of summer-out here in the countryside late at night. He also kicked off his sneakers and rolled his socks over his ankles before catching hold of Carol around her waist and plucking the girl up-tearing her away from Jean's body and pulling her surprised face next to his own. “Hey!”

Richard could smell the strong odour of cunt on Carol's lips as he pressed his mouth against them. The girl clutched at him for support, her body off-balance as Richard dragged her down beside him on the mossy, twig-strewn ground. But she returned his kisses avidly-her small, moist mouth working greedily as soon as Carol recovered her composure, the tongue which had been licking deeply into Jean's quim now darting wetly between Richard's teeth.

He could feel the goose-pimples disappearing as he pressed their bodies more and more tightly together. Carol stopped shivering with cold and began to shudder with pleasure; her arms and her legs enveloping him, winding about Richard's back and thighs-showing no inhibition whatsoever as he pushed his prick against her crotch and stabbed with it at the newly sucked slit.

Under their combined efforts, the long wedge of Richard's cock slid into Carol's vagina like a key fitting into a well-oiled lock. It eased its fleshy nose forward, penetrating the outer lips and driving them urgently apart, then burrowed deeper-fucking upwards in a quick, cramming motion that brought sobs of excitement from the girl. He gripped the underside of her thighs, delving his fingers into the fleshy curves and pulling the limbs more widely open. Soon, Carol was spread-eagled beneath him; her legs held as far open as they would stretch, her little pubic mound straining upwards to work against Richard's crotch as the boy fucked his cock savagely into her slimy slit.

He showed her no mercy, treating her like the whore she was: slamming his thick, quivering tool again and again into that wet hole-heedless whether he was giving Carol pleasure or pain. The moisture at the girl's sex increased, sending a hot, wet flow of treacle trickling down the inside of her thighs and onto Richard's fingers. He sucked ruthlessly at her mouth until the lips trembled and a warm, salty taste seeped between his teeth. Carol squirmed more urgently, bucking the lower half of her body up and down, gasping and raking her nails down his bare back. She was like an animal caught in a snare: fighting vainly to escape, her struggles only increasing her torment…