Maureen Quincy - Forbidden Sex Games

It had been Spencer's plan to abscond. Left to his own devices, Richard would have suffered whatever punishment was meted out to him and resigned himself hopelessly to his fate. But Spencer had decided that he, personally, had already taken all the discipline and petty restrictions he could stomach. It was time to leave, time to break forever the chains which still bound him to his unreasonable family.

And Richard-required to make up his mind in the space of a few brief minutes-had thrown caution to the wind, packed as many of his clothes and belongings as he could cram into a single suitcase and joined Spencer on an early morning train from Fernleigh to London. Surprise was the boys' greatest advantage. Apparently chastened and terrified at being caught out-of-bounds, nobody suspected that they would have the audacity to run away from the school that same night. With reasonable luck, Spencer told Richard as they pulled in to the London terminus, their absence hadn't even been noticed yet. And now that they had safely arrived in the metropolis, it would be easy for them to quietly disappear-swallowed up without trace among the millions of drifters, students, hippies and others who roamed the streets, coffee bars, clubs and parks of England's capital city…

But Spencer didn't intend that they should be homeless. He had frequently spoken to Richard about a woman named Elizabeth Hayes; and he was now telephoning her, making arrangements for them to stay at her “open house” until they settled independently in London and decided on the easiest means of earning a living.

“What did she say?” Richard pulled open the door of the kiosk immediately Spencer replaced the receiver.

“Don't worry!” Spencer laughed. “I told you everything would be all right, didn't I? She says that she can't wait to meet you! You're going to be another stray waif for Elizabeth's collection!” He grabbed Richard's arm and steered him through the thinning crowd towards the broad pavements of The Strand-glancing at the big clock above the station exit. It was now ten a.m.

“I've just got enough money on me for the 'bus fare,' Spencer told him, breaking into a run as a Number 74 double-decker started to move away from the stop. Richard jumped on the platform, following Spencer upstairs and feeling a knot of excitement pulsing just above his heart. If only half the stories he had heard about Elizabeth Hayes were true, then the wealthy nymphomaniac was going to be quite an interesting character! She might provide an amusing diversion for him while he made plans to gather sufficient funds to get to Beirut… and Lisa!

For this was still Richard's main objective. He wanted more than ever to continue his intimacy with the girl who had been both his childhood and his adolescent lover; and although his intellect warned him that such a liaison-locking them together in adult life, also-could destroy them so far as more normal relationships were concerned, he couldn't resist the urgent impulse to return to his stepsister…

Elizabeth Hayes opened the door to them and stood in the jamb, her watchful green eyes taking a methodical inventory of their appearance and their physique. A faint smile creased the corners of her rather full mouth, and then she stepped aside-sweeping them through into the hallway with an expansive, theatrical gesture that reminded Richard irresistibly of a prima donna.

Her apartment, located in one of the new blocks of flats overlooking the Kings Road in Chelsea, was lavish and cluttered with a weird assortment of pop- and op-art paintings, kinetic sculptures which revolved slowly and sparked with multicoloured lights, obscene but artistically designed figurines and a mountainous heap of ragged-looking manuscripts…

(Richard learned later that these were some of the works of art donated to Elizabeth by her numerous “kept boys”: small tokens of appreciation for services which she had rendered to them).

Elizabeth had a pot of percolated coffee bubbling on an electric ring, and after Richard had consumed three cups of the black, steaming stimulant, he felt more relaxed in her presence. He sat back, his body sinking luxuriously into the soft cushions of a settee, letting Spencer do all the talking; conscious that Elizabeth's eyes remained fixed on him, regarding him with a frankness that-a year or two ago-would have made Richard uncomfortable. She listened while Spencer explained the circumstances of their leaving Fernleigh, nodding her approval, but saying very little. Spencer seemed to feel very much at home. He stretched his legs out on the deep pile of the carpet, crossing his ankles and grinning confidently at Richard-winking at him as if to remind the boy that he could expect the seduction to begin at any moment…

Elizabeth either failed to notice Spencer's implied lewdness, or she had long ago ceased to care what her boy-friends thought of her. She was a tall, attractive woman; her body slender but well-curved, the movement of her breasts under the man's shirt which she wore betraying ample evidence that they were generously buxom-and unfettered by a brassiere. Her long, showgirl's legs were concealed by a tight-fitting pair of white slacks: their crotch so snug that Elizabeth's pubic mound could be seen bulging like a small child's penis, straining against the tautly-swathing material and clearly unrestrained by panties.

But Richard found himself more interested in the challenge of her clear green eyes. They held him, commanding his attention, a heady, hypnotic quality to them which made him feel as if he were staring into two dry pools of bright jade. She apparently misinterpreted his steady, inquiring gaze. Richard was curious about her, wondering about the kind of experiences she had suffered-wondering why Elizabeth chose to confine her lovers to youths rather than mature men. But she took his appraisal for sexual interest-probably because she was unable to believe that anyone was concerned with her other qualities-and Elizabeth rose from her chair, a faint and resigned smile on her lips. As she stood over him, Richard could smell the giddy jasmine scent of her perfume; and then she was reaching down for him-drawing him to his feet, her very long fingers crooked into his armpits.

“It's time to examine you, darling!”

Elizabeth's voice became husky as she let her fingers slide down his body and press searchingly into his hips. She was almost as tall as Richard, and wisps of her loose, auburn hair tickled his forehead as she leaned closer to him.

“Slip your clothes off, there's a good boy!” she urged in a whisper that was pregnant with erotic meaning. “I like to see if my guests are worthy of my hospitality before I let them stay with me! Come along, you mustn't be shy! See?” she coaxed him. “Spencer is already undressing… he knows what's required of him!”

Richard glanced at his friend. Nodding encouragement, Spencer was indeed disrobing; shucking off his shirt and trousers, kicking his feet out of his shoes and then lolling back in an armchair to peel off his socks. Nervously, Richard ran his tongue over his lips. He felt travel-stained and grimy, for one thing. And he would have preferred to be alone with Elizabeth-the idea of sharing her with Spencer suddenly filled him with distaste. But the woman again misunderstood his expression…

“Poor boy!” Elizabeth soothed. Her hands stole up to his jacket buttons and swiftly opened them. “You're bashful, aren't you? You think I might not be pleased with your body? Don't be silly-I'm sure you're very well-equipped, Richard! Here… let me help you… I really must see what you have to offer me…”

Her busy fingers soon removed his jacket and shirt, and they caressed arousingly through the string-vest-rubbing temptingly at Richard's nipples, the long nails scratching across the boy's tiny teats-before Elizabeth hauled the undergarment over his head. She worked his trousers down, helped him out of his shoes and socks with her eyes fastened on the bulge where Richard's prick rested beneath his Y-front briefs, but allowed him to keep the pants on while she turned to Spencer and beckoned him closer.