The Training of Fallen Angels (10 page)

Lisa’s eyes became fixed in a wild, manic stare. Her entire body trembled as the force of her efforts caused every nerve-ending between her legs to seem to be on fire. She dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands and gasped for air.

‘Go on!’ screamed Madam Stone. ‘Try harder,
force
it! It’ll be the best come you’ve ever had! That’s it! You’re coming! You’re coming!’

Lisa’s scream could have been heard many miles away. She squirmed her body, rolled over and buried her face in the sheets, sobbing loudly. Her cunt burned with the sheer intensity of her orgasm. Her clitoris throbbed tenderly and sharp sensations like electric shocks seemed to emanate from between her legs to shoot throughout her trembling body. She arched her back and raised her bottom and plunged all four fingers of one hand into herself, only to have them quickly removed and replaced by her tutor’s long, wet tongue.

Gradually, the sensations subsided as Madam Stone expertly slowed her oral ministrations until she finally eased her tongue from inside Lisa’s aching pussy. Lisa rolled over on to her back and breathed heavily.

‘Oh, wow,’ she muttered. ‘Oh, wow.’

Madam Stone leant over and kissed her lightly on the mouth. ‘And that,’ she whispered, ‘that was lesson number one.’

Lisa sat quietly on the sun-baked patio, watching as Janet, Paul and Mike played childish games in the swimming pool. She was still shaken up from her experiences that morning. The sun was hot, too hot, and the water looked inviting, but just for the moment she chose to rest on the soft lounger and watch the others. She lay back and closed her eyes. It was good to sunbathe naked; it gave her a sense of freedom, especially in such a luxurious setting. She reached out and took hold of the glass of iced mineral water that stood on the small table by her side. She sipped the cold liquid slowly.

Janet pulled herself from the pool and padded over to her. ‘Aren’t you coming in for a swim, Lisa?’ she said.

Lisa opened her eyes and looked at her friend. The water dripped from her long, dark hair and formed sensuous little rivulets than ran over her apple-firm breasts. Her nipples were fully erect, probably as a result of the coolness of the water rather than anything else. She reached out and grabbed Lisa by the arm. ‘Come on, Lisa, the water’s lovely.’

Lisa pulled her arm away. ‘I’m not really in the mood for a swim,’ she said.

Janet sat down on the edge of the lounger and rested her hand on her friend’s thigh. ‘Are you OK, Lisa? You’ve been very quiet.’

Lisa pulled herself up to a sitting position and adjusted the chair to support her back. ‘I’m fine, really I am. I had this amazing session with a woman calling herself Madam Stone this morning.’

‘What – sex?’ asked Janet excitedly.

Lisa nodded. ‘It was supposed to be a lesson,’ she began.

‘I doubt if anyone could teach you anything!’ laughed Janet.

‘That’s what I thought, until now. It was incredible.’

‘What did you do?’

‘Well, it wasn’t what we did; it was how we did it, or rather how she made me do it.’

‘What, did you use vibrators and dildos and that sort of thing?’ Janet was clearly warming to the conversation, and her grin was broadening by the second.

‘No, just oral sex.’

‘Just oral? Nothing else?’ Janet regarded her with undisguised disbelief.

‘Just oral. But it was incredible.’

‘Go on, then,’ said Janet, clasping her hands between her knees like an excited child waiting for a story. ‘What happened?’

‘I can’t really explain it. You’d have to experience it yourself to understand.’

Janet shrugged. ‘Suit yourself.’ She turned to look at the pool and watched as the two young men pulled themselves out of the water. ‘They really are a couple of hunks, aren’t they?’

Lisa regarded the two approaching men and smiled. Their cocks, which the night before had seemed to be permanently erect, now hung harmlessly from their bushy crotches. They grabbed their towels and came to stand next to the girls.

‘Not swimming, Lisa?’ said Paul as he rubbed his long, black hair vigorously.

She shook her head.

‘Lisa’s had sex with this woman called Madam Stone this morning and she won’t tell me anything about it.’ Janet feigned a pout, then grabbed her shorts from the ground and slipped them on.

‘You’ve met the amazing Madam Stone, have you?’ said Paul.

‘Who is she?’ asked Janet.

‘She’s the chief instructress,’ said Mike. He moved to stand next to Janet and slipped his arm round her shoulders. She responded by circling his limp penis with her fingers and gently rubbing him.

‘What she doesn’t know about sex doesn’t exist,’ said Paul. ‘She’s certainly taught me a thing or two, I can tell you.’

‘I can’t wait to meet her,’ said Janet.

Lisa smiled to herself as she watched her friend coax Mike’s cock to full erection. She looked back at Paul, but he’d already pulled on his jeans and T-shirt. Lisa shrugged and took another sip of her drink.

‘Did I hear my name mentioned?’

Lisa sat up abruptly and turned round to look back at the house. Madam Stone stood in the open patio doorway.

Lisa pulled herself up from the lounger. ‘Madam Stone,’ she said, ‘I’ve been telling my friends about you.’

The tall woman was dressed simply in a bright red sarong that hugged her sumptuous curves and did little to conceal her stunning form. She walked over to Janet and held out her hand in greeting. ‘You must be Janet Angel,’ she said warmly. ‘Welcome to Grantham Manor.’

Janet released her grip of Mike’s cock and shook her hand politely. ‘Pleased to meet you,’ she said with a grin. The two of them sat down on a couple of patio chairs by another table.

‘I suppose you already know Mike and Paul,’ said Lisa. Mike struggled to put on a pair of jeans. His stiff erection made the task difficult but eventually he succeeded and then he and Paul sat next to the others on the remaining chairs.

Madam Stone smiled broadly. ‘Oh, yes, I know Mike and Paul,’ she said, her dark eyes shining.

A maid appeared, dressed in the ubiquitous brief uniform and carrying a tray of drinks which she set down on the table.

‘That skirt is not short enough, Anne,’ said Madam Stone angrily.

‘I’m sorry, miss,’ said the terrified girl.

‘You will be. Come and see me in my room at eight o’clock.’

‘Yes, miss.’ The maid bowed her head, then turned and left.

‘What will you do to her?’ asked Lisa.

‘She will be spanked for her impertinence. She
knows
the rules. The buttocks must be clearly in view when a maid bends forward. If Mr Gee had seen her she would have been dismissed.’

‘Where is Mr Gee?’ asked Janet. ‘I haven’t seen him since last night.’

‘He has gone to Gatwick airport to welcome our guests. They will be here this evening.’

‘What type of group have we got this time?’ asked Mike.

‘Americans. Couples, each with their own special hang-ups. It will be a good introduction for Janet and Lisa.’

‘Can I spank the maid?’ Paul spoke lazily, as though it was the most natural thing to ask. Madam Stone regarded him haughtily.

‘If you wish,’ she said after a moment’s consideration. She clapped her hands loudly. ‘Anne,’ she called. ‘Come here immediately.’

The hapless maid returned as ordered. The offending skirt had been changed to one which was far shorter, bordering on the obscene. Tantalising wisps of dark, pubic hair could be glimpsed just below the hem as she stood subserviently before the assembled group.

‘Mr Paul wishes to thrash you,’ said Madam Stone.

‘Yes, miss,’ said the maid. Paul moved his chair and patted his knees. Lisa felt a little sorry for the girl as she moved slowly over to take her punishment. There was a fresh-faced innocence about her and she seemed terribly nervous.

Madam Stone slipped her arm around Lisa’s shoulders and casually rested her hand on her bare breast. ‘Watch how he deals with her,’ she whispered, ‘and remember what I taught you this morning.’

The maid bent over Paul’s lap without being asked. There was no need for him to raise her skirt. Virtually
the
entire area of her bottom was bared as the hem rose almost to her waist. Paul stroked the pert, pink globes lovingly. ‘What a beautiful little bottom,’ he muttered. He slipped his fingers between her legs and drew then slowly up along the cleft between her buttocks. Lisa noticed that his fingers glistened. Clearly the maid was thoroughly enjoying every moment of her torment. The maid shifted her position so that her legs parted slightly and her bottom became raised. From her vantage point, Lisa could now see everything that Paul was doing to her.

She watched, dry mouthed, as he moved his fingertips back down the cleft of her bottom. He paused momentarily as they brushed lightly against her tiny sphincter. The maid moaned softly. Paul moved his hand again and this time slipped all four fingers into the soaking hole between her legs. The maid arched her back and groaned with pleasure as he plunged deep inside her. ‘Arousal,’ hissed Madam Stone.

Lisa’s own fingertips found her rapidly dampening pussy and she pulled at the soft flesh as she watched the erotic scene unfolding before her. Paul started twisting and turning his hand inside the young woman’s loose sex-lips and the maid circled her hips in response to his incessant probing. Her eyes were closed and her teeth were clenched. She was clearly in ecstasy.

‘This is hardly a punishment!’ Madam Stone said, sternly. Janet giggled girlishly. The dark woman glared at her and Janet fell silent. Paul eased his fingers slowly from inside the maid’s wetness. Lisa watched fascinated as the engorged sex-lips seemed to grip him as he withdrew. He smoothed her juices over the soft, white globes of her backside. The sunlight caught the delicate curves so that they glistened.

Mike moved over and knelt behind the girl with his
face
inches from her bottom. ‘Teasing,’ whispered Madam Stone to Lisa. Mike took a deep breath then blew gently over the firm mounds then leant forward and kissed her gently between them. He began to move his head around and Lisa could see that he was licking every inch of her bottom, soaking the smooth skin with his saliva. He moved back, and nodded to his colleague.

Paul raised his hand high. ‘You have been very naughty, Anne. You know that skirts and dresses must be extremely short. I am going to sting your little bottom with my hand. Are you ready?’

‘Yes,’ whimpered the maid.

Paul looked up at the group. ‘What do you think? How many strokes shall I give her? Ten? Twenty?’ He looked back at the perfection of the maid’s bottom again without waiting for an answer. There was a long pause. Lisa noticed that the young girl was beginning to tremble.

‘Torment,’ said Madam Stone.

Suddenly, Paul brought his arm down quickly and delivered a resounding blow to the young girl’s buttocks. The sound of flesh on flesh seemed to echo around the pool. The maid didn’t make a sound. He slapped her again, harder this time and she gave out a muted yelp. A third stroke, then a fourth smacked against the quivering flesh. Lisa could see that the maid’s skin was beginning to glow bright pink.

Two further stinging blows of Paul’s hand to her backside resounded like the cracking of a whip. The maid was clawing at Paul’s legs with her fingernails. There were six further slaps delivered in quick succession until, suddenly, the maid’s body stiffened and she squealed in orgasmic joy.

‘And satisfaction,’ breathed Madam Stone. She stood up and grabbed the hapless girl by the arm to
drag
her to her feet. The tall woman’s expression was severe, but Lisa realised that it was all part of the game. The maid, however, appeared to be terrified.

‘You may not display pleasure in the company of senior members of staff,’ the fearsome instructress snarled. ‘You will go to my room and await further punishment! Now, go!’ The maid scurried away into the house. Madam Stone turned to the others. ‘It is so difficult to get good staff,’ she said, nonchalantly.

As the afternoon wore on, it became clear that the American flight must have been delayed. Madam Stone had disappeared into the house, probably to torment the maid some more. The group began to exchange accounts of past sexual experiences, more as a way of passing the time than for any other reason. The conversation, however, became more and more frank, and the stories increasingly bizarre.

The subject finally turned to surprise encounters. Janet recounted the story of their recent experience with the postman and Lisa added to the tale by telling them about the somewhat erotic holiday photos. Mike volunteered to be the next to confess all.

‘You mentioning the holiday snaps reminds me of something that happened to me,’ he began, ‘and it’s weird. It was almost a mirror of what you did with the postman. It was actually my first time. I suppose you could say that I was a bit of a late starter. I was nearly eighteen, and more interested in spending time working out in the gym than chasing girls.’

‘No change there, then,’ joked Paul.

‘Oh, very droll,’ Mike sneered. ‘Anyway, it was a hot afternoon, much like today, and I was walking back from a really good session at the gym. Because of the weather I hadn’t bothered to change, and was still wearing my training gear – you know, low-cut
T-shirt
and tight, lycra shorts. I was carrying my normal clothes in my kitbag.

‘I was walking past this block of flats, not thinking of much really when I saw the curtains move against one of the ground-floor windows. For no other reason than idle curiosity I watched as they were drawn open by a woman. She wasn’t young, probably in her mid-forties, and she was quite plump. The main thing I noticed about her was that she had the most incredibly large bust. She was wearing a lacy sort of dressing-gown, buttoned up to her neck but it did nothing to hide the shape of these huge, well – tits – that’s the only word to describe them!

‘I stopped dead in my tracks to look at her as she straightened the curtains. Suddenly, she was looking directly at me. I was about to move off when she smiled, a big, friendly grin. I smiled back and she made a sign as if to say, “D’you want to come in?” I paused for a moment, then thought, what the hell?