Maureen Quincy - Forbidden Sex Games

For by this time, Kathleen had been released by the young couple-her arms freed as they realised she no longer intended to fight them off. And immediately, Kathleen's hand had stolen between Lisa's thighs: her fingers searching for the girl's quim, their continuing wet kiss inspiring her to seek an even moister intimacy! There! Her forefinger roved gently up and dawn the slit for a few moments, calming it before the penetration. Lisa's pussy was amazingly humid for a girl of her age, Kathleen thought. It seemed to burn her finger as she pressed it against the hot, moist cleft under Lisa's thighs-a warmth emanating from the small, half-open vulva that was exciting and interesting. Kathleen had almost forgotten the sensation of touching another girl's sex. Many years ago, she had briefly experimented with lesbianism; finding that its attractions weren't sufficient to appease her desire. But now-fondling gently upwards and finding the extreme tightness of the cunt which proved irrefutably that Lisa was still a virgin-the woman relived her earlier fascination with the sticky, liquid slit… exploring it with softly probing fingers and rubbing the tiny bud of the clitoris until it rose stiffly under her touch.

The convulsions of Lisa's body as the girl received this most disturbing of all caresses was terrifying to behold! She thrashed violently in Kathleen's embrace, her thighs working rapidly open and shut around the woman's hand-while Lisa's mouth sucked urgently at her Governess's lips, the sharp young teeth suddenly biting and drawing blood!

Through her pain, Kathleen smiled to herself. She understood immediately that the girl-due to some odd oversight-had never discovered the intense sexual excitement which could be derived from her sensitive little clitty! And she deliberately provoked the erect cunt-teat again: flicking the tiny stalk with the tip of her forefinger, driving Lisa into a renewed frenzy… the girl's entire body shuddering with passion.

So! Despite their love-games, they still had a great deal to learn, Kathleen thought grimly. Not only about each other's bodies-but also about their own! She was, she knew, already committed to the sharing of their secret. As a result of her unavoidable response to their seduction, she had become an accomplice in their unnatural intimacy. All right: Kathleen would teach them all she knew about the pleasures of sex! She had nothing to lose now… Her reputation was already shattered in the eyes of the children. And there was no possible danger that either of them would inform their father of her behaviour.

Kathleen Wynter made her resolution in a single second of time; the upward thrust of her loins against Richard's prick continued, the urgent kissing of Lisa's mouth didn't hesitate… And now she was bringing all her experience into play-grinding her hips so that the boy's cock received an even tighter screwing as it fucked in and out: whipping her finger along the cleft of Lisa's cunt and vibrating the girl's clitoris rapidly to and fro. Kathleen could feel Richard's knob trembling with a violent, uncontrollable throbbing. Despite his previous ejaculation, the boy had been aroused as never before by her sexy instruction-feeling for the first time in his young life the heat and closeness of a female sex around his penis… clenching into it, the wet walls rubbing encouragement to the laboured, fast-ramming tool!

He rocked up and down, squeezing into Kathleen's compressed pussy, hungrily slamming his belly down on hers and feeling the prickly bush of her pubic hair entwining with his thin crotch-strands each time their loins worked briefly together. Richard clung to the woman's breast as if it was an anchor. He had fastened his hand into the soft, ample swelling-digging his fingers in the creamy flesh until the nails were hidden-panting out his lust into the warmth of Kathleen's neck and hearing the wet kissing sounds which Lisa and the Governess were making as they dipped tongues into each other's mouths.

Madness possessed him, an insane fury which drove Richard faster and faster: his prick now raging back and forth-in…out! in… out! Soft dough was wrapped around his sex, sucking at it more beautifully than Lisa's lips! He had to let go! He couldn't stand the vibrations which were coursing like hot needles through his cock!

Kathleen felt his climax even before the sperm had begun to shoot. In her excited cunt, deep in the heart of her streaming funnel, she experienced the tell-tale pulsing; the tense quivering of Richard's weapon as it remained abruptly still inside the vagina-his balls wedged up tight against her slit. Kathleen waited eagerly for the moment of orgasm. She kept her hips revolving very slowly, lifting her arse upwards and gently encouraging the boy to shoot. And when the tickling in his cock had reached its height, the fresh sperm gathering its strength for the lightning-swift journey, Kathleen fucked herself urgently up and down again: timing her rhythm to coincide with the spattering of spunk that erupted from Richard's prick.

His white, pinched face lit with ecstasy. The shuddering motion of his penis as it spewed a healthy stream of hot, bubbling seed into the woman's womb brought the boy to an excitement which he hadn't dreamed could exist! He pressed tightly forward and used all his muscles to grind his crotch against Kathleen's pubis. Deep, utterly satisfying spasms shook his body. He pissed out the thick fat, jolting forward again and again, his legs twitching and his buttocks squeezed tightly together as the orgasm thundered through his cock…

Thus began Lisa and Richard's sex education. There could be no turning back to innocence for them now. Like Kathleen Wynter, the children were locked in a closely-knit, unhealthy relationship that would not only retard their emotional development-it would also prevent either of them from attaining a mature and wholly satisfactory love affair with an outsider.

Lisa, Richard-and now Kathleen…

They kept their secret well for a time, never betraying by word or deed the pleasures which they shared (and the instruction they received from their Governess!) during John Cunningham's absence. The years passed… and the step-brother and sister ripened into early adolescence: having no friends but each other, receiving no education other than Miss Wynter's private tuition-which had centred more and more on sensuality, erotic techniques and libertine philosophy. Their Father was a stranger who occasionally called them into his study and lectured them on trivial misdemeanours-for the sake of form, it seemed to Lisa and Richard, rather than from any deep concern with their upbringing.

And it wasn't until the summer of 1965, when the children were seventeen years old-and Kathleen Wynter had reached the age of 34-that they became too reckless; failing to realise that Cunningham's business affairs were now beginning to run themselves and that he was growing more concerned with the future of his offspring.

It really began with Kathleen's announcement that she had decided to accept a post overseas. The news shocked Lisa and Richard profoundly, since they had come to accept the Governess as a permanent member of their family. But she had felt the oppressive claustrophobia of the house (and their highly immoral association) becoming too intense during the recent years. Her attachment to the incestuous teenagers was severely limiting-both to herself and to them-and when the British Council advertised for a teacher at one of their private schools in the Lebanon, Kathleen applied for the lucrative assignment.

“I didn't tell you about it before because I knew it would upset you", she explained, breaking the news as gently as possible to Lisa and Richard. They were all gathered in the front lounge where, three years previously, the first seeds of their relationship had been sown. It was a hot June afternoon. Lisa and Richard had changed into swimsuits directly after lunch, lazing on the well-kept lawns at the back of the house-their scantily dressed bodies concealed by the high fence which John Cunningham had erected around the garden. Kathleen was to have joined them, but after donning her bikini in her bedroom the Governess had hesitated; realising that, with only a fortnight left before she caught the 'plane to Beirut, it was essential for her to explain her imminent departure to the children…