Maureen Quincy - Forbidden Sex Games

Rather than put the news off for another minute, she hurried downstairs and called them into the lounge. The French windows were open, letting a warm breeze blow into the room, but Lisa and Richard shivered at Kathleen's revelation that she was leaving them: as if a cold wind had suddenly whipped around their gently tanned bodies.

“You can't mean it!” Lisa exclaimed, her eyes filling with tears. “You wouldn't go away, Miss Wynter-you wouldn't do such a terrible thing to us!”

Kathleen took the girl's hand in hers. She pressed Lisa's fingers, keeping her resolution firm and trying not to weaken in the face of the shocked, thunderstruck expression in the children's eyes. (Despite their intimacy and the fact that Lisa and Richard were practically adult, she still thought of them as her pupils-her young, tender charges-and they had continued to refer to their Governess as “Miss Wynter”. It was a mark of respect, no more.)

“I have my own life to lead,” she pointed out as reasonably as possible. “I'm 34 years old, remember? And, in any case, your father will be dispensing with my services soon: you're both too old to have a Governess, you know!”

But nothing could quell the misery which descended on the boy and girl, and when Kathleen added that she had already written a letter giving her formal notice to Mr. Cunningham-and that she would be departing in just two more weeks, Lisa fell on her shoulder and clung to her neck as if she would forcibly restrain the Governess…

The near-nudity of the girl's body tempted Kathleen strongly. She could feel the warm flesh-now more rounded and curved-pressing tightly against her own scantily-clad figure, and when Lisa brought their breasts squashingly together-her nicely developed young titties rubbing deeply into the buxom orbs which jutted from Kathleen's bikini-top-the woman had to summon every ounce of her determination in order to gently thrust the girl away.

“No, my darling!” she insisted firmly, holding Lisa at arms' length. “We mustn't play our games any more. It would be too cruel to all of us! Try to think of them as pleasant, exciting memories; an interlude between childhood and growing up. It's time now to put these things away, to forget all about the past and concentrate on the future. You've both developed into attractive, intelligent young people. You must seek your own friends, your own lovers, from your own age-group…”

Even as she spoke, Kathleen realised the utter futility of her words. Lisa and Richard, psychologically speaking, were Siamese twins: they couldn't be parted, not in the real sense of the word. Oh yes! They might go their separate ways, temporarily be segregated. But such a tremendously powerful intimacy had been forged between them during the most important years of their life, that they would remain locked together-emotionally, if not physically…

And now Richard had joined his step-sister in entreating Kathleen not to go, imploring her with all the wiles, all the persuasion he could thing of-his muscular young body, the prominent bulge of his sex beneath the swimming trunks, adding to the Governess's tortuous dilemma.

But she remained firm. Nothing they could say or do would cause her to change her mind: Kathleen had already vowed to herself that she would be impervious to argument. And after several minutes of wasted effort, Lisa and Richard realised that Miss Wynter was adamant.

“Let's enjoy the sun, at any rate,” Lisa sighed, her voice unsteady from sobbing but apparently under control. “It's such a beautiful day-and you'll want to arrive in Beirut with a nice sun-tan, won't you, Miss Wynter?”

There seemed no harm in this and Kathleen followed them through the French windows and out onto the sheltered lawn; where lilos and a table of iced drinks were already awaiting them. She settled herself, face-down, on a cushiony, multicoloured lilo and allowed the hot summer rays of the sun to beat strongly on her back. The sensation was relaxing, and Kathleen soon felt the unhappiness lifting from her mind and being replaced by a dreamless, heavy somnambulism that made her limbs grow warm and listless. It was too much trouble to get up and take a glass of lemonade. Kathleen closed her eyes. The gentle murmur of the grass as the breeze stirred it and the musical twittering of the birds formed a lazy background to her reverie; allowing a sweet contentment to envelop the woman. The years had treated Kathleen kindly. She had retained her beauty well, and her figure was-if anything-even more voluptuous and exciting with the advent of her full maturity. In the brief bikini, with its leopard-skin pattern, her body curved beautifully; the ripe swelling of her thighs tapering nicely into sleek calves and neat, trim ankles; the hips full but sexily rounded and without excess fat; the breasts, bulging in a tight cleavage from the cups of her tiny swimsuit, firm and able to thrust outwards unaided by an uplift-brassiere.

Kathleen's face, too, had kept its youthful complexion and her forehead was unlined and smooth-no trace of a wrinkle appearing anywhere on her skin. Although well into her 'thirties, she could pass quite easily for a girl of 25 or so; but she knew that her remaining years of physical beauty were numbered… hence her decision to travel abroad and perhaps find a lover who would want to marry her. It had been three years since Kathleen Wynter had enjoyed the attention of a man. Richard's prick had grown amazingly big during the months of their frequent intercourse, but she hungered for the dimensions of a real man-not merely the adequate but still-adolescent cock of a teenager…

Kathleen's thoughts turned irresistibly to a daydream of sexual stimulation. She began to imagine the slow, commanding seduction which her new lover would give to her: the masterful touch of his fingers on her skin, arousing her to new heights of excitement… dominating her and making her forget the strange years she had spent with Lisa and Richard-when she had been the instructor!

Drowsy under the summer sun, Kathleen unconsciously began to press her thighs together-making the cheeks of her bottom clench and unclench in a subtle, but visible movement of lust. The bikini-pants left a fair portion of tanned arse exposed on either side of their cutaway embrace, and the squirming of the partially covered globes soon attracted Lisa's attention. The girl was sitting cross-legged on the scented grass, sipping lemonade through a straw, but when she saw the unmistakably aroused condition of the Governess, her eyes met Richard's in a silent and meaningful stare.

Quietly, Lisa moved to Kathleen's side. The woman was raised slightly off the ground by the inflated lilo, her body outstretched and already warm with perspiration from the blazing sun. Lisa knelt beside Kathleen, her hands going down on the Governess's back. Softly, the girl's fingertips began to glide over the damp, heated skin-caressing so gently that Kathleen thought for several minutes that the sweet pressure was a part of her daydream!

It wasn't until Lisa unhooked the back of her bikini top and Kathleen felt her breasts no longer held tightly by the bra that she understood what was really happening…

“Mmmm…” She tried to be stern with the girl, but it was terribly difficult to resist the cool touch of Lisa's fingers. They travelled completely over her naked back now, gliding from her shoulders down to the base of her spine; working her steadily into a state of acquiescent pleasure, Kathleen couldn't move. She lay pinned by her own desire, her bosom half naked as the frail bikini cups fell down the slopes of her breasts and permitted the girl to massage her: feebly telling herself that, if Lisa went too far, she would-of course! — immediately stop her.

But quite soon there were two pairs of hands touching her, as Richard joined his step-sister and ran his fingers slowly along the upper curves of her thighs-slipping them between Kathleen's legs and gradually insinuating his right hand so that it fondled at the plump mound of her sex. Unwillingly, yet of her own accord, Kathleen eased her thighs open. The boy immediately placed his palm squarely on the intimate zone halfway between her anus and her cunt: pressing down into the hot, bikini-covered place and stroking firmly over and over again, at the sexy heat of the woman's crotch.