Dusk was falling as the two boys walked stealthily along the narrow, winding lane, their ears straining for the sound of pursuit and their heads turning sharply to look over their shoulders at the slightest noise from behind them.
The crescent moon shone wanly out of an overcast sky, lighting their way with shafts of pale illumination. They walked faster, keeping close together, their breath coming harshly and their senses alerted for danger. Fernleigh School now lay two miles from their present position, sprawled out in its private grounds to the south. As they jogged steadily forward, Richard glanced at his companion. The boy caught his eye and grinned: punching Richard's shoulder in a friendly, encouraging fashion, panting quietly:
“Not far now! The lane bends in a moment-and they should be there, waiting for us!”
Richard could feel a stitch beginning to burn in his side. He slowed down a little, letting the other boy move slightly ahead, and realised that it wasn't so much the exercise as his reluctance to meet the two village girls that was making him dawdle. Spencer had said that they often-what was the phrase he used? “put on a show?” Well, he doubted very much that a couple of young country tarts would be able to excite him: after all that he had experienced with Lisa and Miss Wynter. Anything that happened to him after those horny women had given him such thrilling sex-instruction would be an anticlimax. But Spencer, of course, knew nothing about his affair with the Governess and his step-sister. Richard hadn't been able to confide such intimate details-not even to his best friend…
Spencer Prendergast was Richard's senior by just over a year. He had also been removed to Fernleigh Preparatory School by his parents-although Spencer's misbehaviour had taken a more extroverted course than Richard's. He was a wild, rebellious boy of 18; difficult to control as a child, he had proved to be the rotten egg in an otherwise highly respectable middle-class family. By the age of 17, Spencer had already made two girls pregnant, and another-a much younger servant girl-had committed suicide while under the influence of LSD… administered to her by the careless, totally amoral eldest son. This was intended to be Spencer's last chance. Discipline at Fernleigh, followed by an even tougher regime at Sandhurst. If he couldn't be drilled and battered into shape by these institutions, his family had promised to disown him.
But despite the fact that this would mean losing a considerable inheritance, Spencer showed no sign of reformation. He flouted all the rules, brought drugs into the school, slipped out almost every evening for rendezvous with local village girls-and took a keen pleasure in persuading newer boys (such as Richard) to join him in these escapades. Spencer wasn't a particularly complicated personality: he simply didn't give a damn!
Still, unintentionally-for the only wayward member of the Prendergast family wouldn't have raised a finger to help another human being-Spencer had saved Richard from the kind of black despair that could easily have led to suicide. He had invited Richard to be one of his cronies at a time when the boy's morale was at its lowest ebb; some six weeks after Richard had first been delivered into the hands of the school authorities. And Spencer had quickly taught Richard to bear the injustices, the canings and the strict discipline: he had shown him how to harden his nature, sneering at the masters while they lectured and thrashed him; refusing to allow his will to be broken by their measures…
Within the space of a few weeks, Richard's face had begun to lose its delicate, sensitive expression. He became sullen, his eyes set in a perpetual glowering that made the blue-gray irises darken to a listless, inattentive ashen tone. He followed eagerly in Spencer's footsteps, experimenting with the marijuana and pep-pills which the older boy freely passed around. But tonight was Richard's first truancy. He hadn't dared to refuse Spencer's invitation; knowing very well that he would be cast off like an unworthy ally if he turned down the offer to join Spencer in one of his regular “get-togethers” with the village girls. But Richard couldn't forget Lisa. The memory of those hot, passionate nights haunted him, making his body burn at night and he secretly masturbated to relieve the fierce tension in his loins. It seemed pointless to seek satisfaction with other girls. They couldn't begin to compare with the ecstatic, the completely fulfilling joys he had shared with Lisa and Miss Wynter…
Spencer disappeared around a sudden, sharp bend in the lane and Richard quickened his pace, breaking into a jogtrot to catch up with the older boy. Spencer was waiting impatiently for him.
“Jesus!” he complained. “They aren't going to wait all night for us, you know. Come on!”
Richard walked off the lane with Spencer, crossing a dry, weed-filled ditch and passing among the dark, gaunt trees which loomed on either side of the winding secondary road. An owl hooted mournfully, and then-above the faint sounds made by the night animals-came a peal of girlish laughter. The boys stopped. A twig cracked ominously beneath Richard's foot, and Spencer imitated the call of the owl: cupping his hand over his mouth and answering the giggling girls, locating their whereabouts and then grabbing Richard's arm-pulling him through the dense bracken until they came to a small clearing where two teenage girls were standing hand-in-hand. Spencer made a mocking formal bow.
“Richard-I want you to meet Carol and Jean!” he introduced, nudging the boy meaningfully. “Two of the sexiest little bitches in Fernleigh!”
Richard nodded at the girls, not feeling shy in their presence but wishing that he had the courage to tell Spencer that he simply wasn't interested in them. Although it was difficult to see them clearly, Carol and Jean appeared to be a pair of ordinary, reasonably pretty girls; dressed in roll-neck sweaters and dark-coloured miniskirts-their hair style (shoulder-length and probably a mousy blonde), their very similar build and height making them look like twins. They were of an indeterminate age: possibly only 14 or 15; although the fairly prominent swelling of their breasts as a ray of moonlight broke through the trees and illuminated the girls more clearly, suggested that they could be in their late 'teens…
Spencer indicated to Richard that they should settle themselves on the ground, loosening his school blazer and pulling his de off. As Richard sat gingerly on the mossy, damp-feeling earth he glanced at his companion. Spencer was staring avidly at the two girls, his handsome but already depraved features outlined whitely by the moon. He had a rugged build and there was no denying the intelligence which burned in his mind. If it hadn't been for Spencer's streak of recklessness, he could probably have been an exceptional scholar, a prize-winning athlete. Despite his lack of experience in judging human nature, Richard realised that his friend was deliberately wasting his life away… squandering his existence on blind rebellion on cheap thrills such as this evening's “entertainment”…
Neither Carol nor Jean seemed inclined to make an attempt at conversation. Instead, after controlling the new fit of giggling which had seized them, they turned to each other and began to make love! Richard fidgeted uneasily. The girls obviously weren't attracted to each other-at least, not in a sexual way. They avoided the meeting of their lips, pawing and helping one another to undress with awkward, mechanical gestures: so very far removed from the loving, sexy disrobing which Lisa and Miss Wynter had performed in order to excite him…
Carol and Jean were now standing before the boys wearing only their black panties. Crudely, they started to fondle each other's breasts-Carol posing in front of Jean so that her friend's hands could slip beneath her armpits and fasten on the white globes in full view of the watching schoolboys. There was very little passion in the caress, however. Jean's fingers rubbed into the tits as if they were shaping nothing more exciting than plasticine; and it was only when her hands tickled at the nipples that either girl began to show enthusiasm. Then, as the teats perked stiffly into life, Carol sucked at her lower lip and her eyes closed. Her head tilted back, resting against Jean's shoulder and she moved her thighs urgently together-squeezing her upper legs tightly and making the small curve of her pubis strain out more prominently against the black sheen of her briefs.
Soon, the girls changed places and it was Jean's turn to receive the breast-massage. Carol wedged her body up close behind her friend, thrusting forward with her loins so that her crotch pressed snugly into Jean's buttocks. She was certainly the more passionate of the two-and the neat tickling of her fingers across the other girl's bare nipples gave Richard's prick a pleasant surging warmth that started the flesh pulsing thickly. He stole another glance at Spencer. The older boy was openly fingering his sex, pushing his hand down on the hard bulge which had risen in his grey flannel trousers, licking his lips as he savoured the girls' love-play.
The ritual which was being enacted for them by Carol and Jean continued, though it advanced too quickly for Richard's tastes. Lacking finesse-or more probably not caring very much for the game Spencer insisted they perform-the girls ripped down their panties and sat briefly in front of the two boys: thighs widely parted, showing their cunts in blatant detail by peeling open the lips. Richard tensed himself, ready to get up and choose either Carol or Jean-certain that Spencer was more than eager to begin fucking the girls.
But his friend showed no sign of movement. He nodded his satisfaction, staring through the now well-lit clearing at the exposed pussies, continuing to rub his cock yet apparently content to remain a spectator!
Richard frowned uncertainly. He watched as Jean and Carol came together again, this time putting their faces intimately against one another's sexes in the “sixty-nine” position: hearing their irregular breathing as the girls began to suck at the moist, humid gashes-their up-thrust arses rendered white as freshly-laundered pillows by the strong beaming moon.
It was practically impossible to see any detail of their genital contact now, but Spencer seemed satisfied merely to listen to the wet, liquid sounds of cunt-licking and to look on as Carol and Jean wiggled their bottoms up and down. Well, Richard decided, he wasn't content to sit on the uncomfortable ground and watch this amateurish display by the young lesbians! He scrambled to his feet without looking at Spencer again, unfastening the belt of his trousers and letting them drop to his ankles as he approached the entwined girls. Spencer made no move to stop him, but he remained where he was: smiling a secret, ambiguous smile that hinted at a preordained plan…
Richard climbed out of his underpants but kept his shirt and vest on; it was still rather chilly, even in the middle of summer-out here in the countryside late at night. He also kicked off his sneakers and rolled his socks over his ankles before catching hold of Carol around her waist and plucking the girl up-tearing her away from Jean's body and pulling her surprised face next to his own. “Hey!”
Richard could smell the strong odour of cunt on Carol's lips as he pressed his mouth against them. The girl clutched at him for support, her body off-balance as Richard dragged her down beside him on the mossy, twig-strewn ground. But she returned his kisses avidly-her small, moist mouth working greedily as soon as Carol recovered her composure, the tongue which had been licking deeply into Jean's quim now darting wetly between Richard's teeth.
He could feel the goose-pimples disappearing as he pressed their bodies more and more tightly together. Carol stopped shivering with cold and began to shudder with pleasure; her arms and her legs enveloping him, winding about Richard's back and thighs-showing no inhibition whatsoever as he pushed his prick against her crotch and stabbed with it at the newly sucked slit.
Under their combined efforts, the long wedge of Richard's cock slid into Carol's vagina like a key fitting into a well-oiled lock. It eased its fleshy nose forward, penetrating the outer lips and driving them urgently apart, then burrowed deeper-fucking upwards in a quick, cramming motion that brought sobs of excitement from the girl. He gripped the underside of her thighs, delving his fingers into the fleshy curves and pulling the limbs more widely open. Soon, Carol was spread-eagled beneath him; her legs held as far open as they would stretch, her little pubic mound straining upwards to work against Richard's crotch as the boy fucked his cock savagely into her slimy slit.
He showed her no mercy, treating her like the whore she was: slamming his thick, quivering tool again and again into that wet hole-heedless whether he was giving Carol pleasure or pain. The moisture at the girl's sex increased, sending a hot, wet flow of treacle trickling down the inside of her thighs and onto Richard's fingers. He sucked ruthlessly at her mouth until the lips trembled and a warm, salty taste seeped between his teeth. Carol squirmed more urgently, bucking the lower half of her body up and down, gasping and raking her nails down his bare back. She was like an animal caught in a snare: fighting vainly to escape, her struggles only increasing her torment…
Richard wondered briefly about her background, whether she gave her body to Spencer (and other boys from the school) out of lust, boredom or because she received some form of payment for her services. But his momentary interest in Carol's motives quickly subsided; it was her body he wanted-her flesh, her tight, pulsing little slit! And when he caught a glimpse of Spencer-now preparing to mount the other girl, Jean, his long, upright cock brandished proudly in one hand while he fondled at the girl's breast with the other-Richard understood that his friend also required nothing more than gratification from these anonymous village tarts. They helped to ease the frustration and the humiliation of the school. On their willing, pliant bodies, Spencer could purge himself of countless tensions… ridding himself of the anger and the pent-up indignation at being confined by his parents to such a strict institution as Fernleigh School…
Richard's full attention returned to Carol. He felt suddenly that he wanted to heap indignities on the girl, vent his own fury on her hapless, complaisant flesh. His hands pushed roughly up her thighs until they felt the softer cushions of her arse-cheeks under them. Fiercely, Richard pulled the small but shapely spheres open: his fingers pinching into their white, sleek skin and stretching the tiny, red-rimmed hole of Carol's anus until it gaped open under his remorseless pressure.
He fucked deeply inwards and held his prick still, completely embedded in the girl's cunt. Before pulling out again, Richard worked his right forefinger up into Carol's arse-jamming the digit into her soft, meaty slot until it was buried to the second joint. He wiggled it gently about, smiling cruelly as she panted with sharp ecstasy and hammered her loins backwards and forwards: trying to make him fuck her and give her the release which her body demanded. But Richard moved his crotch with hers-keeping his dick stiffly in place, not allowing it to slip along her wet funnel at all!
Instead, he frigged her arse with a passionate, rapid stabbing of his finger; holding the digit as unbending as possible, relishing the urgent, circular screwing of Carol's loins as the girl grew more and more excited.
“How are you making out?”
Richard heard his own voice ring loudly across the clearing, full of authority and curiously devoid of feeling-as if he was engaged in a commonplace task instead of the supposedly intense joy of copulation.
“You picked the wrong girl!” Spencer answered, panting and grunting as Jean-her thighs straddling him, her body shuddering as she wriggled her impaled cunt on the boy's cock-rode faster and faster. “This one is the real bitch, aren't you, darling?” he grinned up at the girl, stroking her wobbling breasts and giving the nipples an affectionate tweaking. “She can screw all night when she's in the right mood! And, Jesus-she knows how to wiggle her pussy about!!”
“So do I!” Carol pouted. Richard's love-partner seemed to be fired by the taunt in Spencer's voice. She brought her legs up higher and crossed her ankles tightly around the small of Richard's back. This movement opened her cunt more widely, stretching the lips further apart and making the hole a more voluptuous channel for the boy to fuck his prick. He rammed in and out, jamming his finger in rhythm with his cock-penetrating the girl's two sex-slots at once: while his eyes remained fixed on Spencer and Jean!
Richard studied the stimulating spectacle in great detail, seeing the stiff upward lunges of his friend's penis as it scored into the girl's pussy, then remained in place for a moment or two-buried fatly to the hilt-his large scrotum dangling outside the slit, his heavy bullocks swinging slightly and rubbing against Jean's thighs. The quickening of his own prick took Richard by surprise-he hadn't expected the climax to erupt so soon! But he didn't try to hold the juice back… this was strictly an animal orgasm: a full-blooded explosion of spunk that shot searingly into. Carol's cunt, and although the girl was obviously writhing in genuine pleasure-her mouth sinking into his shoulder and her teeth biting in delicious agony-Richard didn't really care if she was satisfied or not! He made his finger twitch rapidly inside her hot, compressing little anus; but this was mostly in order to fondle his own sex through the filmy gauze-like skin-the tip of his forefinger rubbing against the crown of his knob, feeling the strong pulse working through it as the cream spewed forth…
When he had forced every precious drop out, Richard kept his hips tensed. He allowed Carol to enjoy the sensation of having a still-throbbing cock lying inside her quim, and he also retained his finger in her arse: idly moving it about and letting the warm, gluey flesh quiver around his digit while he watched Spencer and Jean.
The other girl was riding frenziedly on his friend's prick now, her torso shuddering backwards and forwards as Spencer thrust upwards and into her womb-his hands resting on her white hips, his forceful fucks lifting Jean again and again, until he suddenly held himself absolutely still: a moaning “ahhhh!” coming from his lips as the seed leapt out of his dick and drove through the hot furrow of the girl's cunt.
Richard closed his eyes and re-experienced his own orgasm, remembering how wasted and pale it seemed compared to the ecstatic moments of his Lisa/Miss Wynter climaxes. Somehow, he thought, somehow I've got to get away from here and find Lisa again. There isn't anyone else-not for me! I've got to get back to her!
They dawdled along the lane in the direction of the school, although Richard kept urging Spencer to hurry. The older boy brushed aside Richard's anxiety-strolling casually with his hands deep in his trouser pockets, kicking at the loose pebbles and apparently well-content with the evening's entertainment.
“There's an even hotter bitch I know in London,” he told Richard suddenly. “Maybe I'll take you to meet her one day-she likes quiet, arty types like you! Those cows-” he jerked his head back the way they had come. “They're all right for a one-night-stand-and out here you have to be thankful for whatever you can get! But Elizabeth is a really horny bird! Mind you, she's a bit kinky-she doesn't like just one cock up her, she takes all she can get…”
Spencer continued in this vein until they came in sight of the school gates. He had evidently formed a loose kind of association with the nymphomaniac-a wealthy, but apparently very attractive woman in her early 'forties-but hadn't seen her since he had been torn from his old Life more than a year ago. Richard paid scant attention to his stories of this legendary, boy-devouring libertine. His mind had been made up in the clearing, before they had left the girls: however difficult it might be, no matter what obstacles were put in his way, he intended to abscond from Fernleigh and join his step-sister in Beirut… He felt convinced that Elizabeth Hayes however experienced and eager she proved-couldn't compete with Lisa; or with Miss Wynter for that matter…
But icy fear clutched his heart as they jumped down from the six-foot wall, well to the side of the main gate. There, a grim expression on his face, stood Dr. Westerham and two of the senior prefects!
It was far too late to run. Even if Richard's feet hadn't been turned to stone, flight would have proved useless. They were trapped and escape or denial was equally impossible. As the stern countenance of the Headmaster came closer to him, Richard waited with a terrible hopelessness drilling through his mind. Uppermost in his thoughts was the fear that he would be returned to his father for punishment. Cunningham would certainly hear of his stupid adventure in any case-and would make sure that he never had even this slight opportunity to escape from the school…
Whatever happened, Richard could see the ruin of his newly-laid plan to join Lisa. The authorities would watch him day and night; and for the sake of a few mildly stimulating hours he had spoiled his chances of a more permanent-and an infinitely more thrilling-absconsion…
Tight-lipped, he prepared himself for the worst punishment of all-total confinement and no possibility of rejoining his step-sister.