introducing herself as Richard's private tutor and feeling suddenly conscious of her age as the boy had glanced casually up and down her body, nodding absently-his attention wandering back to the thrilling spectacle on the settee: where Gillian's anguished cries attracted amused stares, inspiring lust rather than pity for the painful arse- fucking which Louis Chabrol was giving to her.
Kathleen flushed with embarrassment at Spencer's rejection. It was true that nearly twenty years lay between their ages, but this discrepancy had never disturbed Richard or Lisa! She still took pride in her appearance, she was, perhaps, revealing a few signs of approaching middle-age-but, damn it! Anger made her determined to risk a more blatant and humiliating rebuff. Unzipping her dress, she proudly forced Spencer to look at her: baring her breasts and, quickly stepping out of her panties, rubbing the silky material enticingly across them-the friction making Kathleen's nipples perk thickly, her teats swiftly ripening and jutting in two stiff stalks against the near- transparent white of her briefs.
He stared at her, his interest quickening as he realised to what lengths the woman was prepared to go in order to capture his attention. Out of the corner of his eyes, Spencer noted that Richard was beginning to make love with Elizabeth Hayes and Candice-the girl from his step-sister's school. He shrugged. Maybe the old bitch wasn't such a bad bargain after all! She certainly had a decent pair of tits, and her mouth looked as if it had been designed to suck at a cock: the lips full and moist, with the tip of her tongue quivering between her teeth as if it itched to play up and down his sex…
Spencer reached out and took the panties from Kathleen's hand, uncovering her white, ample bosom. He wadded the briefs into a tight, silken ball, then pressed the warm panties to his nose and mouth, sniffing deliberately at the moist crotch-until Kathleen could no longer meet his eyes. She went down on her knees, half in shame, half in excitement; clasping her hands around Spencer's thighs and burying her face against his crotch.
Relenting, Spencer unbuckled his belt for her and guided the woman's fingers to his fly. Eagerly, her hands trembling with anticipation, Kathleen drew the steel zipper down and tugged the boy's trousers rapidly down his legs. She didn't wait for him to step out of them. Her lips were already moving onto his prick, kissing the slack penis through Spencer's underpants and urging it to come to an erection by giving the limp phallus an urgent fondling with her mouth.
Very slowly, like a lazy snake emerging from hibernation, the length uncoiled. It stiffened in a series of spasmodic jerks against Kathleen's lips-growing thicker as she fumbled the briefs past the swelling knob, finally bursting up in full flower and bobbing with miraculous power in front of the woman's face.
Kathleen slid her lips hungrily along the underside of its now-virile shaft. She sucked at the foreskin, managing to draw it a fraction of an inch away from Spencer's penis-holding the supple red skin tightly and worrying it until the fold of thin flesh had pulled down to the middle of his penis. The small gash where Spencer pissed-set in the exact centre of his rosy helmet-crest-was in a direct line with Kathleen's eyes, and she stared at it until the tiny slit seemed to grow larger and larger… her hazy vision blurring completely at the hot, arousing fantasy, making her gasp with pent-up excitement.
Stretching her body, she shrouded the juicy red cock with her hair; obscuring the obscene slavering which her lips made as they pursed wetly just above Spencer's knob and then descended in a wide, voracious gobbling over the crown.
He felt the stiff contractions beating through his prick, making it throb against the roof of Kathleen's mouth. He took a deep breath, steadying his body by leaning forward and resting his hands on the woman's bare shoulders. Spencer could just see her breasts through the wildly swirling movement of her hair; they were shaking like mounds of white blancmange, topped with thick ripe cherries-and he fucked his cock more urgently between his sucker's lips at the sight: his eyes filling with fierce lust, the pupils dilating and returning to black pinpoints under the emotion which was now racking his sex…
Elizabeth and Candice had both been ogling Richard during the earlier part of the evening; the older woman and Lisa's lesbian schoolfriend finding themselves mutually attracted to the handsome but dissolute young man. Although Richard still called on her at reasonably frequent intervals, it had been several weeks since Elizabeth had last enjoyed his sexual favours. She was determined not to be disappointed this evening-even if she was forced to share her lusty lover with another greedy little cunt!
Richard took them to a beautifully thick white rug which lay conveniently close to the settee where his stepsister was still holding Gillian's wrists; watching the regular fucking of Louis Chabrol's cock into the girl's arsehole and pressing Gillian's face sideways so that the sore-assed blonde could sob piteously against the bulge of Lisa's pubis… her mouth working in a semi-conscious sucking at her captor's tensely thrusting loins.
While Elizabeth attending to the removal of his clothes, Candice snuggled into Richard's arms. The girl kissed him at the corners of his lips, then moved her mouth firmly against his. She experienced an especially voluptuous pleasure at tasting the tongue of Lisa's step-brother-feeling close to her one-time lover at the school by sucking on lips that had been fashioned from the same flesh. And when Elizabeth had stripped the boy completely, Candice thought that it was her right to enjoy his prick first…
“Oh, no you don't!” Elizabeth told her sharply. He's mine! I undressed him, and I'm going to be fucked before you are!”
She thrust Candice aside, straddling Richard without waiting to take off her dress or her panties! Diving one hand beneath her gown, Elizabeth hooked a finger into the crotch of her briefs and tucked the tight-fitting, sheer nylon to one side of her cunt-lips. The moist red furrow searched for the boy's prick, its slit kept open by the woman's forefinger which was wedged just inside the hot, spacious cleft. She wormed about until the stiff, fleshy brute of Richard's cock rubbed against her sex, then-with a triumphant cry-Elizabeth wiggled her loins down on the rod, uttering a low, satisfied moan as it slid easily upwards and connected their bodies like a thick umbilical cord.
Candice, sulky and frustrated, hiked her own dress up to her waist. Her legs were encased in a pair of thin mesh tights, and these also served as panties since she wore nothing else around her hips and crotch but the slightly reinforced upper section of the hose. Hoping to stimulate Richard and encourage him to change sex- partners, the girl knelt very close to his face-opening her thighs as widely as possible-and, when she was absolutely sure that his eyes were fixed upon the lower half of her body, Candice deliberately started to rake her fingernails into the tautly-stretched seam of her tights… at the exact place where it covered her sex!
The material began to yield. A long, revealing vent appeared beneath the girl's fingers and she scratched steadily at the split-worming her digits into the hole which she had already made and creating a space that was large enough for her swollen quim-ridges to be completely exposed.
As Candice had planned, Richard became so intrigued by the very sexy state of her underwear that he thrust his hands under Elizabeth's armpits and lifted her impatiently away from his prick, lowering the startled woman unceremoniously to the floor! Glowing with excitement, Candice mounted the now-riderless stallion. She urged his cock into her cunt with both hands, cramming the stiff shaft between her sex-lips and panting with relish as the knob-made wet and sticky by its thorough immersion in Elizabeth's cunt-ploughed swiftly home.
Richard ran his hands roughly up and down the exciting black mesh of Candice's tights while his gleaming dick lunged to the first stroke of its penetration. He ripped the flimsy leggings in several places, rubbing and pinching at the girl's beautifully shaped thighs. And now that his prick was fucking more deeply into her cunt, the boy received an extra thrill from the disarrangement of her tights: his sex scored against the rough, frayed edges where Candice's hose still clung to her loins, creating a warm, tickling friction around the shaft.
Sitting proudly upright, her body rocking to and fro as if she was perched on a fairground carousel, Candice began to remove her dress and brassiere. The cups swung open, revealing a pair of breasts which were as deeply tanned as Lisa's-their golden flesh tapering into two blood-red nipples that jolted hypnotically up and down before Richard's eyes…
And when she was naked (apart from those tantalising, rudely-ripped tights) the girl leaned forward, making her titties loll seductively, swinging the heavy-fleshed spheres until Richard caught them in his hands; steadying their motion and twisting the teats sharply around between his fingers and thumbs.
Elizabeth was forgotten. She stared with icy eyes at Candice, only the fear of losing dignity preventing her from attacking the girl-clawing and spitting like an alley cat!
Her other protege, Spencer, was also too preoccupied to be of service to her; his lips vibrating rapidly as he slammed his prick in and out of Kathleen's chewing, wetly slobbering lips. Even as Elizabeth watched, the boy cried out in a passionate voice that rang through the room-clutching the back of Kathleen's head and pumping his sperm down her throat. The woman sucked with all her might on the discharging penis, holding every inch of its long, thick
