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
