By any standards the party had been an outstanding success. Resplendent in dinner jacket and evening gown, Richard and Lisa stood by the open door of their lounge, bidding a polite farewell to the majority of their guests; accepting the accolades with graceful, well-mannered smiles-playing the perfect young host and hostess. The house in Surrey belonged to them now, since-although the property was in Lisa's name under the terms of their father's will-she had legally transferred half of her inheritance to her step-brother.
That dark depression, the black cloud which had been hanging over their heads since childhood-like a proverbial Sword of Damocles-was lifted with their father's death. Lisa and Richard were finally free. They could now live the lives which they desired, instead of the straight and narrow paths chosen for them by John Cunningham.
It had been a mere fortnight since their father's funeral, and they were still tasting the first reckless joys of liberty; gradually appreciating the fact that there was no longer a threat to their happiness, yet at times being unable to believe that they didn't have to conceal their physical passion for each other. Lisa had abandoned her Arab I friends-Ahmed, Mustafa, Darena and the others. Callously, she had decided that they were unsuitable for her new life; that their crazy philosophy and ludicrous schemes for a “peaceful revolution” didn't fit in at all with her future plans.
But Lisa had remained loyal to her more sophisticated Beirut lovers. Louis Chabrol, Candice Badel and Kathleen Wynter were brought over to England at her expense-merely to stay with them for a long weekend's “celebration”. And Richard's 'society' friends had also been invited to the party: Lisa refusing to entertain his hippie or drug-addicted acquaintances, chiefly because she was bored with the dreamy, passive nature of this group. She wanted to be surrounded by gay, extrovert lovers! The only members of her step-brother's clan who belonged to this category were Elizabeth Hayes, a girl named Gillian Sandell-who was supposedly related to one of England's leading pop stars and who had intrigued Lisa at their first brief meeting-and, by a slight margin of doubt: Spencer Prendergast!
These assorted and much-envied people formed the nucleus of the couple's private party. They were chatting together when Lisa and Richard re-entered the room, closing the door behind them and moving among their special guests; rather like prospective buyers at a cattle auction, selecting their favourites and running their eyes carefully over any new breed which they might have previously overlooked…
Lisa eventually settled herself beside Gillian, a rather plump, blue-eyed girl with fair hair that was cut too close for Lisa's tastes-though she responded warmly to the compliment which Gillian paid her: touching her own, almost waist-length tresses as the girl sighed that she would love to have such gorgeously long hair.
“I'm sure you make up for it in other ways,” Lisa reassured her. “For instance, your breasts are much fuller than mine! They stand out so firmly, don't they? Would you mind if I…?”
She put both hands on Gillian's bosom, pressing them into the ripe mounds and squeezing gently.
“I thought so!” Lisa exclaimed. “You don't even have to wear a bra! They're absolutely superb, Gillian!” The girl showed no embarrassment when Lisa kept her fingers on her titties, nor did she seem to resent this intimacy. Continuing to murmur flattering phrases, Lisa pursued her quarry. She slipped her fingers into the low hemline of Gillian's dress, delving them right over the fat flesh of the orbs and making the shoulder straps part with an ominous ripping sound.
“Oh, I'm terribly sorry!” Lisa apologized. But she made no attempt to remove her hands, instead lifting the girl's breasts and squeezing them softly. “Perhaps you'd better take it right off,” she suggested. “Naturally, I'll buy you a new gown…”
But there was a strange light in Gillian's eyes as Lisa pulled her forward-gripping her tits more tightly and using them to force the girl into a raised position so that she could slide out of her dress. She trembled as the gown fell to her waist, staring yearningly into Lisa's face while she wriggled her bottom and tugged the loosened material past her thighs and onto the floor at her feet.
“You-you won't make me do sexy things, will you?” Gillian whispered urgently. “I'll struggle if you try to seduce me! You'd have to tie me up before I submitted to your horrible caresses!”
She gasped out the last word as if it excited her merely to voice what was transparently her deep-felt desire. Lisa smiled, understanding perfectly well the kind of game Gillian wanted to play. Swiftly removing her own dress, she unhooked her brassiere and used the straps to tie the girl's wrists together: making an ineffective and purely symbolic bondage which Gillian could have easily broken had she so desired. But although the kinky young woman protested indignantly, she made no attempt to free herself; pretending to strain at the loosely-tied knots in the bra which kept her arms behind her back, yet clearly deriving a violent thrill from her mock-helplessness.
Lisa pushed her down on the settee and knelt menacingly across her scantily-clothed body. The two girls wore only panties now, their figures highlighted by a standard lamp which burned close to the settee; enabling Lisa to see that Gillian's black briefs were adorned by three pearl buttons-positioned sexily from the centre of the crotch, with the lowest button fastened across the girl's bulgy cunt-slit.
Slowly, Lisa rubbed her fingers up and down the unnecessary fastenings: pushing one of them gently into the space between the second and third button, feeling Gillian's wet quim trembling with liquid passion as she inserted her digit firmly into the hot, already spending vulva. The girl moaned and writhed, careful not to struggle too much in case she unwittingly freed her hands! And when Lisa stretched her other arm forward and started to tweak her nipples, a violent jerking took possession of Gillian's belly and loins. She thrust up and down with uncontained lust, driving her alleged tormentor's finger directly into the fleshiest part of her cunt-where Lisa tickled around and around… frigging the girl with the merciless passion which Gillian so obviously desired!
But the girls weren't left alone in their pleasure for more than a minute or two. Louis Chabrol had been watching them closely, and he appreciated the bondage fantasy which Gillian was enjoying. It appealed very-much to his own perverse nature, but a stimulating variation had occurred to him while he observed Lisa's fondling of the girl…
Unseen by Gillian, the Frenchman whispered his little plan into Lisa's ear; and when she smilingly assented, Chabrol stripped off his clothes, waited while his hostess swung herself off their intended victim's body-then deftly took Lisa's place on top of Gillian!
Before the girl could resist, Lisa had raised her shoulders up-sliding onto the settee at Gillian's side-and was cradling the plump blonde's head in her lap. The next moment, Gillian felt her arms being pinned in earnest: Lisa seizing her wrists and holding them in a half-nelson, rendering her truly helpless to Chabrol's advances! It was too late for Gillian to think of pressing her knees together. They were stretched widely apart by the man's thighs, and his hands-gripping like a vice into her fleshy calves-forced her legs to bend sharply; making a vulnerable target of her sex.
But although he could have penetrated the girl's cunt without difficulty (Gillian's panties were already sliding over her buttocks, and the moist, crimson slit peeped nakedly out from the disarrayed briefs), Chabrol had another orifice in view. He gazed down between her wide-open thighs and licked his lips at the sight of Gillian's partially exposed arse-cheeks-their chubby flesh curving in two ripe hemispheres which became more prominently visible as Chabrol urged the girl's legs into an even higher angle.
Her struggles were deadly serious now. Gillian fought urgently against the humiliation which lay ahead. It was all very well to be pinned and bound in fantasy-when you could easily escape if you wanted. But it was an entirely different matter to be forcibly raped…
Between them, however, Lisa and Chabrol easily restrained the girl. And to the accompaniment of a bloodcurdling scream from their hapless, betrayed young victim, Chabrol's arse-loving prick began to fuck stiffly and accurately into Gillian's anus!
While this drama was being enacted, Kathleen had shyly attempted to strike up a conversation with Spencer; introducing herself as Richard's private tutor and feeling suddenly conscious of her age as the boy had glanced casually up and down her body, nodding absently-his attention wandering back to the thrilling spectacle on the settee: where Gillian's anguished cries attracted amused stares, inspiring lust rather than pity for the painful arse-fucking which Louis Chabrol was giving to her.
Kathleen flushed with embarrassment at Spencer's rejection. It was true that nearly twenty years lay between their ages, but this discrepancy had never disturbed Richard or Lisa! She still took pride in her appearance, she was, perhaps, revealing a few signs of approaching middle-age-but, damn it! Anger made her determined to risk a more blatant and humiliating rebuff. Unzipping her dress, she proudly forced Spencer to look at her: baring her breasts and, quickly stepping out of her panties, rubbing the silky material enticingly across them-the friction making Kathleen's nipples perk thickly, her teats swiftly ripening and jutting in two stiff stalks against the near-transparent white of her briefs.
He stared at her, his interest quickening as he realised to what lengths the woman was prepared to go in order to capture his attention. Out of the corner of his eyes, Spencer noted that Richard was beginning to make love with Elizabeth Hayes and Candice-the girl from his step-sister's school. He shrugged. Maybe the old bitch wasn't such a bad bargain after all! She certainly had a decent pair of tits, and her mouth looked as if it had been designed to suck at a cock: the lips full and moist, with the tip of her tongue quivering between her teeth as if it itched to play up and down his sex…
Spencer reached out and took the panties from Kathleen's hand, uncovering her white, ample bosom. He wadded the briefs into a tight, silken ball, then pressed the warm panties to his nose and mouth, sniffing deliberately at the moist crotch-until Kathleen could no longer meet his eyes. She went down on her knees, half in shame, half in excitement; clasping her hands around Spencer's thighs and burying her face against his crotch.
Relenting, Spencer unbuckled his belt for her and guided the woman's fingers to his fly. Eagerly, her hands trembling with anticipation, Kathleen drew the steel zipper down and tugged the boy's trousers rapidly down his legs. She didn't wait for him to step out of them. Her lips were already moving onto his prick, kissing the slack penis through Spencer's underpants and urging it to come to an erection by giving the limp phallus an urgent fondling with her mouth.
Very slowly, like a lazy snake emerging from hibernation, the length uncoiled. It stiffened in a series of spasmodic jerks against Kathleen's lips-growing thicker as she fumbled the briefs past the swelling knob, finally bursting up in full flower and bobbing with miraculous power in front of the woman's face.
Kathleen slid her lips hungrily along the underside of its now-virile shaft. She sucked at the foreskin, managing to draw it a fraction of an inch away from Spencer's penis-holding the supple red skin tightly and worrying it until the fold of thin flesh had pulled down to the middle of his penis. The small gash where Spencer pissed-set in the exact centre of his rosy helmet-crest-was in a direct line with Kathleen's eyes, and she stared at it until the tiny slit seemed to grow larger and larger… her hazy vision blurring completely at the hot, arousing fantasy, making her gasp with pent-up excitement.
Stretching her body, she shrouded the juicy red cock with her hair; obscuring the obscene slavering which her lips made as they pursed wetly just above Spencer's knob and then descended in a wide, voracious gobbling over the crown.
He felt the stiff contractions beating through his prick, making it throb against the roof of Kathleen's mouth. He took a deep breath, steadying his body by leaning forward and resting his hands on the woman's bare shoulders. Spencer could just see her breasts through the wildly swirling movement of her hair; they were shaking like mounds of white blancmange, topped with thick ripe cherries-and he fucked his cock more urgently between his sucker's lips at the sight: his eyes filling with fierce lust, the pupils dilating and returning to black pinpoints under the emotion which was now racking his sex…
Elizabeth and Candice had both been ogling Richard during the earlier part of the evening; the older woman and Lisa's lesbian schoolfriend finding themselves mutually attracted to the handsome but dissolute young man. Although Richard still called on her at reasonably frequent intervals, it had been several weeks since Elizabeth had last enjoyed his sexual favours. She was determined not to be disappointed this evening-even if she was forced to share her lusty lover with another greedy little cunt!
Richard took them to a beautifully thick white rug which lay conveniently close to the settee where his stepsister was still holding Gillian's wrists; watching the regular fucking of Louis Chabrol's cock into the girl's arsehole and pressing Gillian's face sideways so that the sore-assed blonde could sob piteously against the bulge of Lisa's pubis… her mouth working in a semi-conscious sucking at her captor's tensely thrusting loins.
While Elizabeth attending to the removal of his clothes, Candice snuggled into Richard's arms. The girl kissed him at the corners of his lips, then moved her mouth firmly against his. She experienced an especially voluptuous pleasure at tasting the tongue of Lisa's step-brother-feeling close to her one-time lover at the school by sucking on lips that had been fashioned from the same flesh. And when Elizabeth had stripped the boy completely, Candice thought that it was her right to enjoy his prick first…
“Oh, no you don't!” Elizabeth told her sharply. He's mine! I undressed him, and I'm going to be fucked before you are!”
She thrust Candice aside, straddling Richard without waiting to take off her dress or her panties! Diving one hand beneath her gown, Elizabeth hooked a finger into the crotch of her briefs and tucked the tight-fitting, sheer nylon to one side of her cunt-lips. The moist red furrow searched for the boy's prick, its slit kept open by the woman's forefinger which was wedged just inside the hot, spacious cleft. She wormed about until the stiff, fleshy brute of Richard's cock rubbed against her sex, then-with a triumphant cry-Elizabeth wiggled her loins down on the rod, uttering a low, satisfied moan as it slid easily upwards and connected their bodies like a thick umbilical cord.
Candice, sulky and frustrated, hiked her own dress up to her waist. Her legs were encased in a pair of thin mesh tights, and these also served as panties since she wore nothing else around her hips and crotch but the slightly reinforced upper section of the hose. Hoping to stimulate Richard and encourage him to change sex-partners, the girl knelt very close to his face-opening her thighs as widely as possible-and, when she was absolutely sure that his eyes were fixed upon the lower half of her body, Candice deliberately started to rake her fingernails into the tautly-stretched seam of her tights… at the exact place where it covered her sex!
The material began to yield. A long, revealing vent appeared beneath the girl's fingers and she scratched steadily at the split-worming her digits into the hole which she had already made and creating a space that was large enough for her swollen quim-ridges to be completely exposed.
As Candice had planned, Richard became so intrigued by the very sexy state of her underwear that he thrust his hands under Elizabeth's armpits and lifted her impatiently away from his prick, lowering the startled woman unceremoniously to the floor! Glowing with excitement, Candice mounted the now-riderless stallion. She urged his cock into her cunt with both hands, cramming the stiff shaft between her sex-lips and panting with relish as the knob-made wet and sticky by its thorough immersion in Elizabeth's cunt-ploughed swiftly home.
Richard ran his hands roughly up and down the exciting black mesh of Candice's tights while his gleaming dick lunged to the first stroke of its penetration. He ripped the flimsy leggings in several places, rubbing and pinching at the girl's beautifully shaped thighs. And now that his prick was fucking more deeply into her cunt, the boy received an extra thrill from the disarrangement of her tights: his sex scored against the rough, frayed edges where Candice's hose still clung to her loins, creating a warm, tickling friction around the shaft.
Sitting proudly upright, her body rocking to and fro as if she was perched on a fairground carousel, Candice began to remove her dress and brassiere. The cups swung open, revealing a pair of breasts which were as deeply tanned as Lisa's-their golden flesh tapering into two blood-red nipples that jolted hypnotically up and down before Richard's eyes…
And when she was naked (apart from those tantalising, rudely-ripped tights) the girl leaned forward, making her titties loll seductively, swinging the heavy-fleshed spheres until Richard caught them in his hands; steadying their motion and twisting the teats sharply around between his fingers and thumbs.
Elizabeth was forgotten. She stared with icy eyes at Candice, only the fear of losing dignity preventing her from attacking the girl-clawing and spitting like an alley cat!
Her other protege, Spencer, was also too preoccupied to be of service to her; his lips vibrating rapidly as he slammed his prick in and out of Kathleen's chewing, wetly slobbering lips. Even as Elizabeth watched, the boy cried out in a passionate voice that rang through the room-clutching the back of Kathleen's head and pumping his sperm down her throat. The woman sucked with all her might on the discharging penis, holding every inch of its long, thick shaft in her mouth until the gusher subsided..
Closer at hand, the trio who were making the settee cushions bounce rhythmically up and down also offered no solace to the frustrated Elizabeth. Chabrol's cock was giving one last reaming to Gillian's anus; driving in and out of the much-stretched, rubbery little hole with a speed that made his dark-red weapon blur. The girl was no longer in pain and was giving Lisa abundant proof that she bore no grudge for her ill-treatment. Twisting her face down between Lisa's juice-stained thighs, her lovely mouth contorted with passion, Gillian sucked through the girl's panties and swallowed the sticky love-cream which filtered past the soaking briefs.
Suddenly, as a fearful enema of spunk poured into her arsehole, Gillian tore her lips from their lesbian resting-place. She screamed more violently than at any previous stage in her buggering-struggling so fiercely that her arms tore free of the brassiere straps which bound them!
Chabrol jetted his unstoppable climax in a selfish, remorseless fury: fucking the thick cream directly into Gillian's hot, shitty bowels, his hands working her legs like windmills-jerking her beautiful, naked limbs open and shut, up and down, — while he hammered the final spurts of semen to the very limits of her anus…
Lisa was too aroused (nor did she have the inclination) to comfort poor Gillian after her ordeal. She supposed that she would have to settle for a lesbian's petting, since Spencer and Chabrol would certainly require a lengthy rest period before they could be of use to her; and Richard… Richard was enjoying his vigorous intercourse with her friend, Candice-wasn't he? The girl met her step-brother's eyes as if a telepathic desire had flashed simultaneously from their minds.
And Lisa wriggled out from beneath Gillian's head and shoulders, rolling down her cunt-stained panties as she eased herself onto the rug beside Richard and Candice. Exactly as before, Richard abandoned the girl he was fucking for a new and more exciting partner! Candice was left to throw herself into Elizabeth's arms-sobbing tearfully, her quim on the brink of reaching a climax when it had been so cruelly torn from its wonderfully stabbing dominator. The two deprived females turned to each other for solace: Elizabeth's tongue taking the place of Richard's prick, while Candice temporarily buried her humiliation by sucking desperately at Elizabeth's cunt; surprised to find that the older woman's sex was so stimulating, it made her quickly forget the painful loss of Richard's more potent genitals. Fastening their lips to each other's pussies in this way, the girl and woman jerked to a satisfactory orgasm… spending lavishly into one another's mouths, faces locked tightly between their partner's thighs.
Lisa and Richard came together as if the long years of parting had never existed. She opened her legs to her stepbrother, lying on her back with a blissful smile on her lips; and Richard's features also regained some of their lost innocence as he gently steered his cock into Lisa's quim.
They kissed with the intimate tenderness they had shown to each other as children: merging their tongues and taking it in turn to dip them into their lover's mouth. Fucking slowly at first, they increased their tempo by gradual degrees-French-kissing without pause, fondling everywhere their hands and fingers could reach, extending their lovemaking to an incredible length of time. Belly against belly, thigh on thigh, Lisa's breasts acting as two superb cushions for Richard's chest, the couple played out their forbidden sex-games.
The interlude between their intimacy faded like an unpleasant dream. Fernleigh, Beirut, London… The events which had taken place in these cities held no reality for Lisa and Richard. This was the only reality! This melting of their bodies into one another until they became one flesh…
When at last their orgasms erupted, the step-brother and sister were no longer aware that other people surrounded them. As Richard fucked with all his virility and filled Lisa's cunt brimful with white, spunking spunk, they understood beyond any possibility of doubt that they were alone. Alone in the room, alone in the city, alone in the Universe…
But their loneliness had a special, saving significance: Lisa and Richard were indeed isolated from every living thing-with the sole exception of each other's company.
And this was to prove their tragedy and their salvation…