John Cunningham had suffered two terrible losses in the space of a few years. With meaningless cruelty, fate had deprived him of the two women he loved almost at a single stroke; leaving him with neither wife nor mistress, his only surviving mementos being the child they had each borne to him. The first tragedy had occurred thirteen years ago. Phyllis, his frail and sensitive wife, had died giving birth to Lisa-which at least enabled Cunningham to marry Judith, the girl who was carrying his second child, and thus prevent his only son from being born a bastard. But his mixed feelings about die death of his first wife-seeing the tragedy as perhaps a blessing in disguise-seemed to outrage Providence or whatever forces rule our lives. For, within three years, Judith was also snatched from him: killed instantaneously in a car accident on the very eve of their wedding anniversary.
Cunningham hadn't been a particularly religious man. But he couldn't shake off the suspicion that his previous life of immorality had aroused the wrath of a vengeful God. The twin disasters which had been visited on him, he began to see as a divine punishment; and from that moment on, he changed character completely. The hard-drinking, wenching John Cunningham became a churchgoer-a strict disciplinarian with his children, a model of respectability. He gained the reputation-both at business and in his private life-of being an anti-feminist: actively hating or treating with contempt every woman, young or old, who was unlucky enough to cross his path…
He raised his children as if they were living in the middle of the 19th, instead of the 20th, century. Lisa arid Richard were subjected to the kind of restrictions that were out-moded and stunting to their development; and when they complained to their father that none of their school friends had to behave with such decorum, that they were allowed to watch television, play in the park without constant supervision and so on, Cunningham immediately removed them from the private school and such pernicious influences. Since the age of ten and continuing (Cunningham intended) until they were ready for University, Lisa and Richard had been taught at home by a Governess. Kathleen Wynter was her name, a tall and authoritative young girl whose Irish descent had endowed her with a fiery temper and flashing brown eyes. Cunningham treated her curtly, avoiding her presence whenever possible. He had searched in vain to find a male tutor suitable to educate and care for his children; and when this proved impossible, he had decided against employing a matronly woman for the post. A mature, experienced Governess might easily usurp his own authority over Lisa and Richard, he reasoned-whereas Miss Wynter who was just 25 years of age when she first came to live with them, was young enough to be quelled by Cunningham's stronger personality. She was surprisingly competent, too: although this was only her second position, Miss Wynter had formed an instant attachment to the two sensitive and docile children, and her instruction was received by them with attention-enabling them to progress, educationally at least, as quickly as if they had been attending an ordinary school.
So far as Kathleen Wynter was concerned, it was only the strong, protective feelings which she had for Lisa and Richard which kept her in the same employment for so many years. True, Cunningham was a prosperous businessman with a dozen lucrative finance companies under his directorship and he paid her a good salary. But there was an unpleasant atmosphere in the large house whenever he was present… an indefinable but depressing gloom that was communicated to the children as well as to Kathleen herself. It was a modern, five-bedroomed, detached property at Purley, Surrey; a semi-rural district in the “Green Belt” country some 15 miles from London, known as “the stockbroker-commuter area” in the popular press. Although the town was only a short distance from the house, Kathleen felt inexpressibly cut off from the mainstream of life: almost a prisoner in the pleasant, beautifully furnished home which Phyllis-and then Judith-had briefly prepared for Cunningham and the children; attending to the layout of the gardens, the disposition of the rooms and other details before they died so tragically young…
She was, of course, free to take vacations; to enjoy her weekends and holidays as she pleased. But Kathleen, during the long period of her employment, had rarely taken advantage of these opportunities. She hated the thought of leaving Lisa and Richard alone in the house with their father. It was clear to the girl that he was still-nearly 15 years' later-harbouring deep-seated guilt concerning the death of his two wives; and this obsessive neurosis had taken the form of safeguarding his children from the kind of loose morals which he had once indulged in-and which, irrationally, he felt had contributed to the tragedy of their mothers' early demise…
It was now 1961. But despite the gradual easing of restrictions-the opening-up of the era of permissiveness-John Cunningham persisted in treating all matters pertaining to sex with strict intolerance. He refused to permit Kathleen to give Lisa and Richard any form of sex-education, glowering at the Governess with the indignant self-righteousness of a Victorian patriarch.
“Never make that kind of suggestion again!” Cunningham had roared, his dark eyes alive with anger. “I'll decide when my children are to be told the facts of life! And they're certainly not ready to fill their heads with perverted nonsense at the moment!”
“They are thirteen years old", Kathleen remonstrated. “Surely — .”
She had been silenced by Cunningham abruptly turning his back and striding away, slamming the door behind him. But Kathleen was fortunately too spirited to accept her employer's decision on such an important question. Almost immediately, she took the children aside and gave them their first, elementary lessons in human biology: explaining carefully to Lisa and Richard that they should refrain from mentioning the subject to their father…
In other, equally subversive and surreptitious ways, Kathleen opposed Cunningham's intentions regarding the first days of her engagement that he wanted them both to develop into the kind of extrovert, outdoor types who enjoyed “the healthy, outdoor life”; who despised, as he did, those “weak, so-called sensitive layabouts with their poetry, their artistic pretensions and their free-thinking philosophy-which was merely an excuse to indulge in filthy, perverted habits”. His children, Cunningham had vowed, would be protected from such influences as these…
Unfortunately, he had underestimated the passion for giving Lisa and Richard a thorough education which burned in the Governess's breast. Kathleen, in a hundred subtle ways, undermined their father's bias-cleverly developing the gentle side of their natures (which they had inherited from their mothers) and encouraging them to read secretly the volumes of “forbidden matter”-verse, psychology, modern fiction-which she smuggled into the house.
At this period in time, John Cunningham's thriving companies demanded a great deal of his energy and attention. He was obliged to spend a considerable number of hours away from his home, entrusting Lisa and Richard more and more frequently to the sole care of their Governess. Kathleen Wynter had been acting in this capacity now for almost three years-and Cunningham was reasonably satisfied that the girl had continued to carry out his instructions regarding the education of his children to the letter. For her part, the Governess had never given him cause to suspect that Lisa and Richard were developing in diametrically different directions from those Cunningham had intended…
But it wasn't until they had both reached their fourteenth birthday (Lisa a few months earlier than her stepbrother) that Kathleen unwittingly discovered their shocking secret…
The revelation-and the turning point in all their lives-came during one of John Cunningham's weekend business conferences. He had been forced, through pressure of work, to make an overnight stay in London on alternate Saturdays and Sundays, and on one of these occasions Lisa and Richard planned to make a daring extension of their “night games”. For the first time, with a sense of embarking on a great adventure, they decided to explore each other's bodies and play “sexy feelings” (their private phrase for the heavy petting in which they indulged) in broad daylight!
Previously, their forbidden love-making had taken place only in darkness; the intimate moments cloaked under cover of bed-clothes and dim moonlight. It was Lisa who had suggested that it would be “so exciting” to lie naked together on the lounge sofa, with the sun streaming through the windows, their kissing and fondling made especially thrilling by the danger of discovery which was inherent in the situation. Not that there would be any real danger, Lisa hastily reassured her step-brother. Their father, of course, would be miles away: and Miss Wynter would be taking her regular afternoon nap-“forty winks” which invariably lasted for two hours or more. No, they wouldn't really be interrupted; it was just the apparent peril which would give their game its added excitement…
Despite his misgivings, Richard allowed himself to be persuaded. And now, to all intents and purposes alone in the huge house, they were slowly disrobing in the sun-filled lounge-Lisa skillfully and without difficulty unbuttoning Richard's trousers and shirt, pausing when she had removed one item of his clothing and standing still while he fumbled at the more delicate fastenings of her dress and brassiere. To encourage the growth of her breasts, Lisa had given them a firm, regular massage each night; and although they were still small when compared to the fine, bosomy tits of, say, Miss Wynter, she knew that-for a girl of her age-the development of her breasts was quite considerable. It was with pride that she felt Richard's nervous fingers sliding the plain white straps over her shoulders and letting the bra-cups drop away from her titties. His breath was hot on her neck, and Lisa knew that he was gazing down over her right shoulder at the pronounced swellings: their whiteness providing a sexy contrast with the hard red tips of her nipples. They were both down to their pants now-and Lisa wished fiercely that her briefs had been more glamorous, that she wasn't forced by her father to wear schoolgirl cotton knickers instead of the tiny black bikini panties which would cling to her in a tight, silky caress. Shamefully, she pulled her unattractive briefs down her thighs and kicked them away, hoping that Richard wouldn't notice how ridiculous and unalluring they were.
Lisa needn't have worried. Her step-brother's eyes were busily studying her now-naked body, examining in the bright sunlight which poured through the picture windows the nude charms which, previously, he had only glimpsed in shadow. Steeling herself against an attack of nerves, Lisa made herself turn slowly around to face the boy. She posed for him, her eyes half-closed, standing with her hands resting lightly on her bare, very slim hips and waited while he drank to the fill of her completely nude figure.
Hair was beginning to sprout quite profusely around her small mons veneris; but it was of such a fine blonde texture that the sex itself-the invitingly damp lips and the plump ridge which surrounded them-was clearly visible through the silky bush. Lisa felt languorous and very attractive. She stretched her arms slowly above her head, enjoying the hot sensation of the sun on her back as she arched her spine and thrust the front of her body towards Richard. The familiar warmth deep inside her loins made the slit feel itchy, a tickling at the place which required urgent fondling to calm it down. Lisa sucked her lower lip and forced herself not to scratch the quivering flesh of her sex, discreetly pressing her thighs together in order to slightly quell the pulsing itchiness between them.
Richard's eyes dropped to Lisa's crotch. He swallowed, seeing the faint but unmistakable motion of his stepsister's legs-rubbing against each other, making the puffy flesh around her sex thicker and protrude in an even more prominent fashion. And then she was lowering herself onto the sofa, setting her head on the soft, brightly coloured cushions and lying full-length with her thighs innocently parted. She made a pillow of her palms, cupping her heads behind her head so that her arms were raised and her small breasts stretched and flattened slightly. The nipples, however, were now thick and taut; rising out of the immature bosoms with strong, stiff lust-their deeply crimson texture enlarged and fully awakened.
Richard knelt on the floor beside the girl. He put out his trembling hands and laid them on Lisa's belly, then began to stroke into the warm white flesh-one hand passing over the slim, palpitating midriff towards her breasts, the other sliding slowly and excitedly to her sex. At exactly the same moment, they reached their targets: Richard's right hand cupped the hard mound of Lisa's pubis, while his left hand alighted on the soft swelling of her nearest titty. He started to massage both places, rubbing his fingers into the lovely, thrilling secrets and feeling his prick responding to the stimulation by growing painfully erect and thrusting urgently against the restraint of his underpants.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open. More than anything, Richard wanted to shut out the almost unbearably erotic sight of his step-sister's body and simply fling himself on top of her-grinding his cock on her soft flesh and letting the hot spunk splash thickly onto her stomach. This was the closest they had yet come to fucking: so far, neither Richard nor Lisa had dared to attempt actual penetration…
But he fought back this urge to reach a speedy climax, and continued to fondle at her breast and her pussy. His fingers were concentrating on the rosy thickness of Lisa's nipple-while his other hand had begun to explore the wet heat of her sex, his face bent close to her crotch while his fingers stroked the messy slit between her open thighs.
Her breath was now coming as sharply and unevenly as his own, their panting mounting as Richard's fingers entered Lisa's quim and he caressed along the moist, fleshy-walls before finding the deep entrance to her vagina with his forefinger and urgently thrusting upwards into the tight recess. A momentary pain went through the girl's pussy, tears filling her eyes at the sudden intrusion, and then she relaxed-keeping her thighs well open-while Richard frigged gently in and out, his steady motion bringing her relief and the most exquisite pleasure she could imagine.
Soon, the craving to hold his prick in her hand and feel its slender power throbbing against her fingers took possession of Lisa. She reached out for his arm and drew him up onto the sofa-moving so that he could kneel astride her hips and continue to fondle her quim while she played with his stiff sex. It was still tucked away inside his pants, bulging strenuously through the white cotton, its shape clearly defined. Lisa stretched herself upwards, leaning towards him and bringing her head and shoulders off the cushions. She was careful not to dislodge Richard's hand from its position on her loins-his fingers now dipping into her pussy from a downward angle, working vigorously at the slit and giving it a powerful, stimulating frigging-and when she pulled his pants down over the stiff young cock, Lisa could still feel the bite of his digits in her cunt.
Directly the pants were drawn over Richard's crotch, tugged midway down the boy's thighs, she clenched her fist around the bared knob. It sprang violently out of the briefs, the prepuce raw and inflamed-looking; the thick vein which ran along its sensitive underside pulsing thickly with the blood of his excitement. Lisa sank back again, holding tightly to her prize, thrusting up with her hips to encourage Richard's fingers. She started to squeeze the prick in a vigorous rhythm-making it jump under the pressure of her fingers and swell like a ripe fruit that was ready to yield up its seed. Already, squirming and writhing with a complete lack of inhibition, the girl had lubricated her cunt to a sticky wetness, the slit running over with thin hot honey and burning her step-brother's fingers as he rode them again and again into the hole…
The daylight seemed to add a new dimension to their sex-game, taking it out of the realms of furtiveness and endowing both Lisa and Richard with an exhilarating sense of freedom. Their eyes met. For the first time during one of their intimate moments, they stared directly into each other's eyes-holding their gaze steadfast for a few minutes while Lisa tenderly rubbed up and down her step-brother's cock and Richard wriggled his fingers about in the frothy slit of the girl's pussy.
Silently, Lisa's eyes pleaded with him. They opened widely in an expression of intense, unashamed begging: and words weren't needed to make Richard understand what she wanted…
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…
Lisa suddenly grabbed at Kathleen's housecoat. She pulled it open again, snatching the nearest flap and jerking it out of the Governess's hand!
“Help me, darling!” she shouted to Richard. “It doesn't matter what we do now-she's going to tell Father and we'll be punished terribly! Quickly-we can do anything we like to her if we're strong enough!”
Before Kathleen could regain her balance, Richard had joined his step-sister in grappling with her. Together, the teenagers pulled the woman forward until Kathleen was sprawling between them on the big sofa: her housecoat falling off her shoulders, her large breasts bouncing freely under the violence of her movements.
“Don't!” she gasped. “Don't be so stupid! I don't intend to-. Ouch!!”
Lisa had closed her small but tight-fingered fist around one of Kathleen's titties-clenching the big globe and squeezing the breath from the woman's lungs. She began to struggle in earnest, fighting to free herself from the vigorous surprisingly strong hands which clutched at her… conscious that, above all, she must contrive to hide her nakedness from their impressionable-and obviously excited! — young eyes…
With the instinctive cruelty of those who feel they are doomed, Lisa and Richard twisted their Governess's arms behind her back. Applying vicious pressure, they forced her into unwilling submission: turning her face ashen with pain as their hands wrenched savagely and came within a hairs-breadth of breaking her slender, fine-boned wrists.
Fearfully, wincing as the sharp electric tingles flashed along her arms, Kathleen stared up into the triumphant faces of her young charges. Lisa kneeling to her right and Richard astride her left thigh-his diminished, but still wet prick dangling so that its crown touched her flesh-they held her immobile: their faces flushed and excited, no longer innocent children but dangerous adolescents…
The vivid thrill of holding the Governess's naked breast in her hand had reawakened Lisa's desire. She hadn't intended to go so far-the whole situation had suddenly and inexplicably got out of control-but the gnawing frustration which the girl had felt at being unable to receive Richard's prick in her virgin sex was firing her to extremes… Lisa couldn't stop herself now. She used her authority over Richard to bend him to her will (although, in truth, the boy was now just as eager as Lisa herself to vent his sexual desire on Miss Wynter's beautiful body!)
“You can put your dickie into her pussy, darling!” Lisa gasped. “It won't hurt her at all-she's a big, lovely woman, aren't you, Miss Wynter?”
Horrified, Kathleen renewed her struggling as she realised that the boy and girl were beyond verbal control. She threshed wildly, no longer caring that her breasts were shaking and rippling from side to side-exciting Lisa and Richard still further! This is madness, she thought. They can't possibly be serious… they wouldn't dare to-.
But she could already feel Richard's young cock springing back to erection. The wilting length of gristle was hardening, spurred by the sexy instructions which Lisa was panting to him…
“Get between her thighs, darling! Put your dickie against her slit if you can! Go on, Richard! If she tries to stop you, I'll break her arm!”
The threat wasn't an idle one, as Kathleen quickly discovered when she attempted to kick Richard away from her. White-faced, feeling Lisa's fingernails digging remorselessly into the thin skin of her left wrist, the woman sagged back helplessly and suffered the indignity of having the boy's body fitting over her in erotic intimacy. He was also bending her other wrist, but with his free hand Richard started to rub at the smooth flesh below Kathleen's breasts-his fingers slowly reaching up to encompass one of the ripe, still-wobbing titties…
And as his hand closed around the lower half of the swell, fingers sinking deeply into the soft mound and beginning to fondle at the resilient flesh, Kathleen felt the hot, wet lick of a tongue at her neck. Lisa had slipped downwards so that her body was now lying alongside the Governess's-and she, too, had one hand free to torment the helpless woman! The warmth of the little, 14-year-old girl's flesh against the side of her body made Kathleen shiver with apprehension. She knew that she was becoming uneasily excited by the situation, that her nipples were rising instinctively and that her quim had begun to grow expectantly moist from the pressure of Richard's stiffening prick on its mound. And now that Lisa was licking delicately at the back of her ear, Kathleen's eyes clouded with pleasure-an involuntary sigh escaping her lips as she felt the quivering wetness steal slowly from the base of her ear-lobe and down to the hollow at her throat. The girl's tongue returned, sliding in a deliberately arousing caress, moving again and again along the same path, until the woman moaned with sweet, unbearable delight…
“Oh, Lisa! Oh, darling, you mustn't-you really mustn't do that to me!”
Kathleen's voice was dreamy and husky. She had stopped resisting, and when Richard's forefinger roved across the pliable expanse of her breast and pressed firmly into her nipple, her only reaction was to arch her back and increase the contact: scoring the boy's digit more deeply into the scarlet teat, making it feel the hard, throbbing stiffness which pulsed through her titty. Immediately sensing that the Governess was on the point of capitulating, Lisa began to fondle her other breast; stroking down into the flesh with a steady, firm pressure of her fingers and moving the globe gently to and fro-causing it to rub sexily against its twin and form, briefly, a deep and exciting cleavage between the two lusciously full bosoms. At the same time, the girl increased her licking at Kathleen's ear and neck. She passed her tongue carefully along the fine bone until the woman was breathing unevenly, her body writhing in delicious torment, her large nipples fully extended and marvelously erect.
Lisa darted her tongue suddenly into Miss Wynter's ear. The tiny orifice tasted pure and clean, a delicate hint of perfume filling the girl's nostrils as she revolved her tongue just inside the opening and drove her Governess into a frenzy of unwilling delight.
“Please! Oh, please!” Kathleen begged her, gasping out the words as if she were drowning in a sea of passion. “I really can't… Oh, you bad, naughty girl! It's too much! You're making me do things I shouldn't!”
There was a knowing, cynical expression on Lisa's pretty face now; she understood only too well the irresistible forces which they had aroused in their Governess, and she continued to lick around the inside of the woman's ear-at the same time slipping her forefinger and thumb around Kathleen's nipples… squeezing gently at first, then increasing the pressure until her digits were compressing the teat as tightly as possible. Lisa was rewarded instantly by the hungry searching of her Governess's lips as Kathleen squirmed her face sideways and began to kiss her passionately on the mouth! Murmuring indistinct cries of feeble protest, the woman allowed her tongue to slide forward into Lisa's open lips-their mouths clasped urgently together, their hot breath mingling as Lisa eagerly returned the French-kiss and plucked with tantalising fingers, harder and harder, into Kathleen's nipple.
Miss Wynter had passed beyond rational thought. The desire which sparked like lightning through her body accepted no taboos now: she relaxed her thighs, spreading them more widely and enabling Richard to prod his hard, if slightly slender penis against the very damp slit of her cunt. The jet black hairs which grew in such profusion around Kathleen's sex felt like the silken threads of a spider's web to Richard as he pressed forward with his cock and sought the long, narrow opening. They clung tautly to the crown of his prick, seeming as if they wanted to bar his way: only retreating when he fucked strongly inwards, past them, his stiff little rod ploughing up through the rich red flesh and screwing snugly into the woman's slot. When it was completely inside her, Kathleen constricted her vaginal walls; tightening the pressure of her quim so that the tube sucked lovingly around the boy's dick. She could feel his small but very powerful knob leaping vigorously about, its entire length swallowed up by her cunt, and a surging pleasure passed swiftly through her loins and into her body at the knowledge that she was the first female to receive Richard's fucking!
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.