Maureen Quincy - Forbidden Sex Games

A shuddering went through him, compounded of fear and excitement. As Lisa continued to stare hotly up into his eyes, he felt her quim contract and then spurt out a long stream of love-juice-the liquid pouring over his hand, her juicy sex rubbing urgently up and down against his fingers. And still Lisa kept her eyes open! She fondled the velvet skin of his prickhead, coaxing it and stroking her thumb again and again across the circular ridge below the crest; driving him half-insane with excitement…

Almost fainting under the emotion which swept through him, Richard sank at full-length on Lisa's body. He felt her thighs open to their widest extent and then her legs bent at the knees-her tiny feet sliding onto the cheeks of his arse and bearing down on them: bringing his achingly stiff prick into hard contact with her belly. For a moment, Richard thought that he had misinterpreted Lisa's desire. Perhaps, after all, she merely wanted him to cream out his sperm on her tummy-as they had done so many times before? He started, tentatively, to ride backwards and forwards-rubbing the length of his tool into her belly and feeling the dizzying waves of excitement as the soft flesh rippled beneath his rod.

Then, with an urgency that frightened him, the girl squirmed her body upwards a few inches and drove her hand between their thighs. Swiftly, Lisa caught his knob again. She held it around the hilt, pressing its crest to the thoroughly wet slot of her cunt and pushed it slowly around inside the outer lips until Richard could feel the yielding hole itself; widening and stretching as Lisa began to impale herself on his stiff, twitching wand.

Directly the first few inches had been grasped by her sticky funnel, Lisa released his weapon and wrapped both her arms around her step-brother's neck-hugging him so tightly that Richard could scarcely breathe. Her body-strained up against his, and suddenly her mouth was crushing moistly on his lips-forcing them open, her tongue driving passionately between his teeth and licking all over the inside of his mouth.

Richard was sinking into an uncontrollable state of fury, his young lust aroused to an unprecedented degree by Lisa's passion. Tensing the muscles of his thighs and hips, he thrust forward: urging his cock deeper into the girl's cunt, feeling the hardness of her pubic mound pressing into his abdomen as he brutally forced their crotches together and, inch by inch, fucked his prick further into his half-sister's quim!

There was a sudden constriction, though, when his tool had penetrated midway into the cunt. Richard drove against it, bearing forward with his loins and trying to force his knob to slide the rest of the way into Lisa's hot, sucking slit. But she cried out in sharp pain, wrenching her lips away from his mouth and sinking her teeth into his shoulder-

“No, oh, no! I can't take it!” Lisa sobbed. “Oh, darling, I'm sorry-I'm sorry! But it hurts too much!”

Anger and frustration seized the boy. He was torn between his feelings for Lisa-his emotional, brotherly attachment to her-and the violent lust which she herself had aroused in him. He tried, more gently this time, to drive his prick past the obstinate constriction of her hymen: but with every movement he made, Lisa shook her head urgently from side to side, crying and moaning in pain and despair.

Bitterly, Richard withdrew his cock. He felt a wrench of acute disappointment-as if he were a baby that had been torn from its mother's nipple unsatisfied-and it was only when he began to ride his aching, throbbing tool up and down on the girl's stomach that this intensely unpleasant sensation left him. He could still hear the choked sobs, the heartrending weeping which Lisa was making as she buried her face against his shoulder, but overriding this was the desperate need to reach his climax. Ignoring her feelings, Richard clasped her body against him-sliding both his hands around Lisa's back-and jerked the stiffness of his cock into her sleek, resilient under-belly.

It was a brief, unsatisfying orgasm. Richard spent with animal lust-and without real pleasure-onto Lisa's stomach: shooting his spunk in quick, lumpy spurts that left him physically repleted but emotionally frustrated. Miserably, he sprawled on top of the girl; afraid to meet her eyes now, conscious that their beautiful afternoon of daylight “feelings” had been ruined by over-eagerness and impatience…

It was quite possible that this traumatic experience might have ended their intimate relationship for ever, since-in the long, embarrassing minutes following Richard's ejaculation-the couple vowed separately that they could never again touch one another without being painfully reminded of this unsatisfactory experiment. But fate had decided to intervene at this point… in the person of their Governess, Kathleen Wynter!

She came downstairs earlier than usual, awakened by Lisa's loud sobbing and cries of pain. Pausing only to slip a housecoat over her otherwise naked body (Kathleen always took her afternoon nap unclothed; being thrifty and not wishing to don a nightdress for a few hours each day) she hurried down to the lounge, certain that Lisa had suffered some kind of accident…

Her reaction upon flinging open the door and seeing the step-brother and sister naked in each other's arms was, initially, stunned disbelief. Kathleen froze midway across the room, one hand clutching the housecoat to her body, the other going to her mouth as if to stifle the shout of outrage which was springing to her lips. No, she told herself quickly. That isn't the way to handle the situation-don't let them see that you're horrified… disgust and anger would be the worst possible attitude: you could even drive them to suicide if you don't adopt a rational, reasonable response…

Rapidly, her mind calculated the background to this revelation that Lisa and Richard were lovers. Kathleen's liberal character was put to its severest test as she tried to stifle the revulsion which threatened to drown out her feelings of pity and understanding for their incestuous behaviour. But she succeeded in calming her instincts by concentrating her thoughts, not upon her own emotions but upon the children's-telling herself that it was their lack of a normal upbringing and their deprivations which had thrust them into each other's arms. Lacking close friends and a mother, Lisa and Richard had turned to one another for solace; and their physical awakening had, naturally enough in the circumstances, brought them to this sexual alliance…

When she felt that she had complete control over her voice, Kathleen drew nearer to the still-entwined young lovers. She saw with surprise that they were apparently unruffled by her sudden intrusion: moving out of each other's arms as she approached the sofa where they were lying, but making no attempt to hide either their nakedness or their intimacy. The truth was that neither Lisa nor Richard cared any more about discovery or punishment. They were both in a state of total misery-the kind of numb, insulating despair which only comes to particularly sensitive and introverted adolescents: a dark, all-embracing angst that saw no hope, no future, no possible way out from the dark wood of their depression…

Compassion outweighed every other consideration as Kathleen Wynter surveyed the unhappy boy and girl. She bent over them, intending to offer soft words of understanding-a sympathetic hand placed on their shoulders-but she hadn't allowed for the fact that this gesture would result in her housecoat gaping widely open: exposing the front of her body from neck to toes!

Too late, Kathleen tried to draw the pink and unbuttoned garment back in place. With an odd excitement, she realised that both Lisa and Richard had been gazing for the space of several seconds at her naked breasts and belly; and now she could see that there was a wicked, meaningful glint in the young girl's eyes…