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…
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.
For the first time since their original orgy, Kathleen was taking a completely passive role. She kept her head cradled in her arms, hugging the front of her body into the sticky rubber surface of the lilo, and submitting to their wandering fingers with a guilty conscience-and a great deal of pleasure! When Richard fitted his fingers into the waistband of her bikini briefs, she raised herself slightly-lifting her belly from the lilo so that he could tug the lower half of her swimsuit down past her buttocks and thighs. By the time the pants were completely off, Lisa had worked the bra portion of the bikini away from Kathleen's breasts. The bosoms now pressed nakedly into the warm, patterned lilo; their nipples erecting as they were driven deep into the resilient, fully-inflated mattress by the weight of Kathleen's body.
The Governess could heard Lisa and Richard whispering together, but their brief conversation was too low for her to distinguish the words. However, when Richard came around to the front of the lilo and crouched down bringing his swimsuited cock on a level with her face-Kathleen understood exactly what the lascivious children had been planning! Her heavy-lidded eyes opened. She brought her head up, leaning on her elbows, and gazed at the thick bulge which was thrusting towards her face. Richard eased himself closer to Kathleen-kneeling with his thighs open so that his sex was now brushing the woman's mouth. The weapon, though not erect, was promisingly large; and from her close viewpoint Kathleen could see clearly the shape of the crown: its swollen ridge of flesh, where the foreskin was gathered up in folds around the base of the prepuce, sticking out and clearly defined beneath the tightness of the bathing trunks.
She kissed it with a lingering pressure of her lips, feeling the meat harden instantly and swelling into stiffness against her mouth. Richard placed his hands on Kathleen's shoulders as she commenced to run her lips up and down his growing shaft-kneading his fingers into the warm, round flesh and slowly passing both his hands over her chest until they reached her breasts. Carefully, he scooped the globes up beneath his palms. They lay heavily in his fingers, creaming outwards and then squashing into an elongated shape as the boy squeezed more tightly into their plump orbs and began to fondle them with an experienced, masterful touch-as if they were firm mounds of dough which needed to be modelled while they were still warm and pliable…
And as Kathleen started to release his prick from the trunks-easing the snug-fitting swimsuit over his now ragingly erect tool-Richard's fingers wandered to her teats. The nipples were caressed lightly but constantly; as the Governess had taught him. He tickled around their stems first, then rubbed gently along the rising, stiffening buds-coaxing them until they flowered to a hard, feverish erection.
She sighed breathlessly, quickly tugging the trunks halfway down Richard's thighs, her open mouth blowing hotly on the revealed prick for a moment before her lips clamped urgently around its crown and she drew it swiftly between her parted teeth. Its swelling almost filled her mouth now: Richard's penis having achieved a complete thickening, it was vibrating strongly under the tantalising licking of the woman's tongue. Kathleen had grown to know the boy's cock so well during the past three years that she was familiar with every inch of the flesh: understanding exactly where his rod was most vulnerable, where it could be aroused to the most intense ecstasy by a certain pressure of her tongue…
She held it tightly between her lips, sucking midway down the shaft, her tongue seeking out those areas just behind the glans where Richard's prick was especially sensitive. It twitched urgently, thrusting in and out of her mouth as she tormented the rigid meat-and the boy's fingers scrabbled wickedly at Kathleen's teats, pinching at the huge nipples and jiggling her breasts to and fro as he swung his hands from left to right; stretching the crimson cherries to their limit and rubbing their gristly texture between his forefingers and thumbs.
Lisa, meanwhile, straddling Kathleen's legs at the woman's knees, was massaging firmly into the loose-fleshed buttocks. Her slim, tapering fingers worked deeply into the arse globes, opening and closing them with a kneading pressure. She stared down, bending forward, seeing the cheeks splay under the insistence of her hands; exposing the long dark crease and the small but easily-stretched hole of Kathleen's anus. It widened in a sexy, pink-rimmed slot each time Lisa parted the woman's bottom-and a little further down, gaping more clearly in a long, red puffy slit, she observed the thicker wound of her Governess's cunt…
Wafted on the hot summer air, the twin odours of the two holes came up into Lisa's nostrils. They smelt particularly pungent and exciting, merging with one another to form a spicy, intimate musk: and the girl soon wriggled herself down between Kathleen's thighs-pushing her face against the thrilling, intimate flesh; her eager lips sucking first at the rich orbs of arse, then delving urgently between the cheeks to kiss directly onto the Governess's rear orifice. She stuck her tongue out, burrowing the wet muscle forward until it began to slide deeply into the back-entrance, holding both cheeks widely open with her hands and pressing her nose to the warm cleavage at the base of Miss Wynter's spine.
There was a sticky wetness against her chin as Lisa tongued the Woman's anus. It came from Kathleen's agitated pussy, the aroused slit oozing a steady stream of honey-dew as she sucked on Richard's prick and herself received a very thorough arse-reaming from the boy's stepsister. Within a few minutes, Lisa had wriggled further downwards and had applied her lips to Kathleen's cunt: gluing her mouth firmly to the rear of her Governess's body and guzzling greedily at the wet wound.
Kathleen had opened her legs to make them form into a widely inverted V-her haunches writhing and her thighs tensing at the two sources of pleasure which she was enjoying. Her nipples were on fire from the constant stimulation given them by Richard's fingers; her mouth ached from sucking at the boy's cock; her quim felt more and more itchy as Lisa's tongue darted around and around inside the hot-fleshed hole… but she couldn't bring herself to stop the wonderful experience, even though she knew that it would be more difficult than before to bid the sexy young couple goodbye…
They had been apt pupils, Kathleen thought excitedly. Lisa's tongue lapped beautifully against her clitoris-keeping the red stalk in a constant state of titivation: making it swell thickly and bringing her to one copious climax after another… the spurting love-juice trickling down the girl's throat and causing Lisa to make rude but thrilling slurping noises at she valiantly kept her mouth pressed tightly to the spending slit.
The threesome made a lascivious picture on the quiet, respectable lawn; cut off from prying eyes by the high fence, although none of their neighbours would have suspected that such a orgiastic scene could be taking place in their vicinity. From the cloudless blue sky, marred only by the thin vapour trails of a jet 'plane, Only the sun looked down on their pleasure: burning its rays into their naked flesh, rippling their bodies with a clean hot light as they kissed and sucked at each other's most private places…
Kathleen tried vainly to bring Richard's cock to a climax. No matter how skillfully, how temptingly she worked her lips up and down its swollen, pulsing shaft, he kept his self-control and refused to jerk into his orgasm. She wanted so much to taste the frothy nectar of his spunk. It would ease the fierce torment in her nipples to gulp down his manly sperm, letting the thick bubbles wash into her mouth in the strong, swift jets which she loved to feel. In the early stages of their love-making, it had been easy to force the boy's ejaculation. Whenever she wanted it, Kathleen had only to apply her lips more tightly to his penis and wring them violently up and down… within a few seconds, the seed would erupt-his shuddering cock unable to withstand such a persuasive fondling.
But not now! Richard had gained too much experience. He could resist the pressure of her mouth (or her cunt for that matter) and hold out until he desired to shoot. And no amount of licking and sucking by Kathleen could bring about his climax!
She was panting harshly now, her strenuous efforts and the continual stimulation of Lisa's lips and tongue as the girl petted her cunt making the Governess feel exhausted. The unremitting heat of the sun also contributed to her enervating condition, steaming her body and causing beads of perspiration to break out all over he flesh. Lisa lapped at the salty liquid, swallowing it together with the stronger liquid of Kathleen's spunk as she drank deeply at the fat, throbbing fountain of the woman's quim.
And Richard, feeling the droplets of sweat running over the deep curves of Kathleen's breasts and onto his fingers, paused in his fondling of the titties. He dipped his annointed digits quickly into his mouth, sucking them dry before returning them once more to the very slippery nipples.
The urge to fuck was mounting in the boy by this time. Richard slipped his cock free of Kathleen's lips-not without difficulty, for the Governess clung desperately to her prize, gripping her mouth tightly around the staff as she felt it withdrawing-and pulled Lisa up from her position on the woman's back. Lisa pouted, but obeyed her step-brother's request: changing places with him and ripping down the lower half of her bikini so that Kathleen could console herself with the wet hole of her sex. Kathleen grunted as Richard's weight came heavily onto her buttocks and spine, his well-greased prick sticking homily between the cleft of her arse and riding thickly against the hot furrow. He stretched his body out, bringing his face down on Kathleen's neck-nape and planting moist kisses behind her ear and along the backs of her shoulders. His hands stole beneath her armpits and grabbed once again at the jutting bosoms which were partly resting on the cushion of the lilo, partly sticking out in the air. While he levered his cock downwards and tucked its crown warmly under the woman's thighs so that it could seek the cunt which his step-sister had just been sucking, Richard fondled Kathleen's nipples: now pressing the teats to make them disappear into the elastic flesh of her breasts-forming two neat little hollows into which the boy thrust his fingers. He dug his digits deeply into the creamy skin, pushing harder and harder, feeling the nipples squirming and trying to spring back to their rightful position. And when he did release them, easing the pressure of his fingers and allowing the buds to pop into view again, they had grown even harder than before! The stiff cherry-stones flared hugely as Richard held them out for Lisa to see-his two forefingers supporting the nipples, letting the hot, throbbing bits of gristle rest on the pads of his digits.
The girl nodded approvingly at the sight; her eyes half-closed with pleasure as Kathleen's lips delved between the opening of her pussy and began to suck. Lisa's cunt had also grown considerably since her Governess had first started to stimulate it: the folds of pink flesh which formed a shelter for the humid cave becoming thicker and more elastic; the vulva itself wider than normal for a girl of her age, thanks to the constant, regular attention it had received from both finger and prick. (Kathleen had selflessly instructed Richard in the gentle art of penetration, showing the boy how to fuck his step-sister's virgin slit and break her hymen with little or no discomfort to Lisa…)
Lisa's pubic hair was also thicker, although the strands remained blonde and silky; and Kathleen, as she licked up the funnel and wiggled her tongue across the girl's clitoris, couldn't refrain from congratulating herself on the success of her sex-instruction. Lisa had, perhaps, been the most forward of her pupils: learning even more quickly than Richard how to enjoy subtle stimulations and how to give such pleasures in return. The sensitivity of the clitoris, for example… As Kathleen lapped at the enlarged red stalk with her tongue, she recalled how rapidly the little protuberance had grown since the early days of their sex games. It was now so prominent and stiff that it required merely the slightest touch of a finger-or, better still, a tongue-for the caress to provoke Lisa into an orgasm.
Even as she thought this, Kathleen became conscious that Lisa's hips were working urgently backwards and forwards; thrusting in hard, tight movements that made the girl's wet, open sex-slit rub fiercely against her mouth. The juice spurted forth, flowing into the Governess's throat and clinging stickily to her tongue-just as Richard found the slot of her cunt and sent his prick driving strongly up the channel, penetrating her in a single, ruthless motion that sent glorious waves of passion spreading throughout the woman's body.
His stomach was pressed against her buttocks, welding their flesh, the skin sticking together with the adhesion of their sweat, and Kathleen's arse cheeks were slightly open, sending a greater heat searing up into Richard's abdomen as the raw hole of her anus burned against the boy's under-belly. His prick was rising into her cunt from an angle-and the large mounds of her bottom which wobbled like slabs of pink jelly as Richard fucked in and out required a greater effort than usual if he was to slam his cock to the hilt each time it entered her slit.
He clung to the woman like a leech, his body fastened to her back as if they were two rutting dogs. Beneath them, the lilo bounced steadily: its air-filled mattress providing a none-too-secure bed for their lust. One of Richard's hands crept beneath Kathleen's tummy. He slid his palm down to the moist, furry triangle and his fingers began to fondle at the hard ridge of flesh, feeling the powerful movement of his knob through the skin-its thick, surging rhythm seeming to make Kathleen's pubis swell out each time it fully entered her quim, and then subside for a second or two while he withdrew again.
Soon, his fingers ventured to the extremely wet lips of her sex. They stroked the open flaps, occasionally touching his own prick and examining the thick, juicy moisture which coated it-the pungent slime of his Governess's love-cream now running freely and seeping out of her crack in a rich, apparently endless trickling…
Without warning, a sudden flash of horror struck through Kathleen Wynter's mind. A dreadful premonition, a terrible guilt, struck like lightning across her pleasure and shattered it; and although she was unable to name the awful numbing fear which created this sensation, Kathleen couldn't resist the urge to violently scramble free of Richard's quickly thrusting cock and fight her way clear of the couple!
Lisa and Richard were too amazed to restrain her. They cried out in simultaneous frustration and anger, but their limbs were paralysed-they couldn't believe that the woman would terminate the wonderful joining of their bodies when-only a moment before-she had been sucking Lisa's cunt with gusto and receiving the fucks of Richard's cock so gratefully!
“I–I can't go on!” Kathleen sobbed. “You don't understand-but I mustn't let you seduce me like this!”
She couldn't begin to explain to the children, nor could she provide any logical reason to her own mind to account for her strange behaviour. In tears, and with her body shuddering with longing-a longing she knew she had to suppress-Kathleen snatched up her bikini and hurried into the house…
Lisa and Richard stared at each other, incredulous and tormented by the painful ache in their genitals: the girl biting her lower lip in anguish as she felt the throbbing emptiness in her quim; the boy wincing as his prick twitched redly, its glistening shaft now rearing uselessly up against his stomach.
Their need was too great to be delayed while they ran after Kathleen and persuaded her not to be so stupid. Uttering strange, guttural animal-sounds, Lisa and Richard fell into each other's arms. They sprawled together on the hot grass, their naked bodies yearning for fulfilment, their arms reaching around one another, their loins straining passionately and Richard's pulsing cock stabbing frantically at the soft wet meat of his step-sister's cunt.
It slid into the eager mouth like a knife slicing into rancid butter. The straining, rigid flesh of the boy's knob crammed tightly into Lisa's slit, pushing aside the moist and agitated lips, fucking straight up into the depths of her quim with a force that buried it in one swift movement to its hilt. He reached beneath her, scooping his hands into her buttocks and lifting the girl upwards. She opened her thighs to their widest extent-her legs quivering from toe to crotch on the warm, well-trimmed grass-jerking her hips up and down as she received the mighty strokes of Richard's knob.
Wildly, they screwed to a climax: the battering force of the boy's sex-weapon filling Lisa with hot, satisfying sperm as he pounded out his orgasm within moments of entering her cunt. The long, sustained outpouring was physically satisfying, but their emotions were still in a state of turmoil at Kathleen's unaccountable disappearance at the height of the orgy. They remained locked together, the powerful shaft of Richard's prick continuing to vibrate inside his step-sister's quim even though the last drops of spunk had dripped from the weapon. A sense of isolation came over the couple, an emptiness that baffled and perplexed them…
Breathing deeply, with their bodies tightly entwined and their flesh bathed with perspiration, they didn't hear the crunch of gravel as their father's car entered the driveway to the garage at the side of the garden.
Nor did they realise that John Cunningham was now striding down the path towards them, his features undergoing a frightful series of contortions. At first, he had merely glimpsed their naked figures and assumed that they were romping playfully-in itself a misdemeanour which warranted serious punishment. But as he drew closer to the children, seeing that their bodies were motionless, that Richard was lying on top of Lisa and that the girl's legs were spread wide beneath her step-brother, Cunningham's face turned white and his hands knotted into big, angry fists.
For a moment, as he towered over the couple, and as they turned their startled, fearful eyes upwards, he half-believed that he was imagining the scene; that his mind was playing a cruel trick, that the loathsome and impossible degradation before him was a figment of fantasy…
Then Cunningham rubbed his knuckles fiercely into his eyes-as if trying to wipe away the dreadful imprint on his retinas, — and when he removed his hands, seeing the same filthy picture confronting him, he lost all control: punching wildly and furiously into the flesh he had helped to create, veins standing out on his forehead like thick red cords as he struck them again and again…