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
