The Training of Fallen Angels (12 page)

‘After a few moments of this delightful torture she moved back and let my cock fall back against my stomach. She bent her head forward and kissed it lightly on the end, then looked directly into my eyes.
“I
think it’s time that you fucked me properly,” she said, in a husky voice. This is it, I thought, I’m really going to get a fuck! “Is it your first time?” she asked, with a gentle smile. I told her it wasn’t, but it was quite obvious from her expression that she didn’t believe me.

‘She pulled herself up and straddled my thighs. I stared hungrily at her pussy and my cock throbbed. She reached down and took hold of my stalk with one hand whilst parting her sex-lips with the other. She moved herself agonisingly slowly towards my stiff prick, and then paused when the tip was less than an inch from her succulent prize. I looked up at her face with pleading eyes. She smiled and lowered herself further. I felt the tip of my cock touch her fleshy wetness and bit my lip to stop myself from coming again. Then I was inside, just a little, but enough to make me realise why men go mad for the pleasures of sex. Her cunt slowly engulfed every inch of me until she sat heavily on my lap. My instinctive urge was to thrust wildly in and out of her luscious body, but the position that we held made it impossible. She was in control, and she knew it.

‘She began to move herself up and down in a steady, undulating way. I looked down and watched, fascinated, as my cock appeared and disappeared over and over again. She was absolutely soaked, and her juices were drenching my thighs. I couldn’t get over it – I was fucking, I was actually fucking!

‘She sat back on my thighs and started to move her body backwards and forwards along my legs. Her big, soft bottom felt delightful against my muscular limbs and the new position meant that I could see every inch of myself as my cock was absorbed and reabsorbed inside her hot, silky sheath. I could have stayed like this for hours, but she had other ideas.

‘She stood up and allowed my glistening cock to fall back against my stomach again, then she turned and knelt on the carpet. Her big, pink bottom was presented to me and, in the state I was in, it was the most desirable thing in the universe. I knelt behind her and she reached between her legs and caught hold of my ragingly hard tool. She guided it into her hot cunt, then moved her body back to force it deep into her once more. This time I could make the running. I gripped her plump buttocks and began to ram hard against them. She began to groan loudly as I pounded backwards and forwards. I leant forward and reached under her body to cup one of her swaying breasts. Despite being on her hands and knees her nipples were brushing against the carpet. I squeezed her tit and hammered into her as hard as I could. Her groans and moans of delight became louder, matching the rhythm of my insistent pounding.

‘I could feel my orgasm building up inside my loins. I knew that I couldn’t hold back much longer. I asked her if I could come inside her and she said, “Yes, go for it, as hard as you can! Fuck me, fuck me like an animal!” Hearing such coarse words from a woman was the final trigger. I came with an incredible, almost painful surge, the kind that a man usually gets if he can manage to come a second time within a few minutes. I dug my fingernails into her backside and my hips must have become a blur as I thundered in and out of her. The moment was made perfect when, with a sudden cry, she came with me. I fell on to her back, panting heavily, and she collapsed forwards on to the floor. I slipped from inside her and rolled over on to my back.

‘I stared at the ceiling for ages. My mind was racing; I was no longer a virgin! Some men say that their first sexual experience is a bit of a let-down. In my case, it couldn’t have been better.

‘I dressed, and picked up my kitbag. I waited for her to say something, or kiss me goodbye. She merely smiled and waved. Looking back, I think that she was one of those women who will do anything with a lover but won’t kiss him, as that would mean she was being unfaithful to her husband.

‘And the other, strange thing – we never even knew each other’s name.’

‘Sex can be brilliant with an older woman,’ said Paul, ‘I remember one time when –’

‘The guests are arriving – quick, go to your rooms and prepare to greet them!’ It was Madam Stone who spoke, calling from an upstairs window.

‘What do we do?’ whispered Janet to Mike as they headed towards the house.

‘The maids will have laid out your outfits for you. Dress yourselves and come down to the hall. You’ll have plenty of time; Mr Gee usually walks new guests around the gardens when they arrive.’

Janet looked at Lisa excitedly. Now their adventure was really about to start.

THE DRESSES THAT
had been laid out for Janet and Lisa were simple, black evening gowns. Despite their simplicity, however, the clinging material did much to highlight the very different shapes of the two girls’ lovely bodies. Janet’s slim, lithe shape, with her apple-firm breasts and superbly pert bottom, and Lisa’s voluptuous form were revealed in all their perfection. The manner in which the dresses were split from their ankles to their waists precluded the wearing of any underwear whatsoever, a fact which, of course, was unlikely to trouble either of them.

Janet watched her friend enviously as Lisa paraded herself in front of her. Her large breasts bounced heavily as she moved and the shapes of her long nipples were clearly visible through the sheer silk. She would certainly be a hit with the visitors. Lisa stood in front of the mirror and smoothed her hands over her breasts, down her body and across her waist. She then slowly moved them over her buttocks and thighs. ‘I love the feel of silk against my naked skin,’ she murmured. Janet had to agree. She had always felt there was something innately sexual in the feel of silk against her flesh, cool and as smooth as a lover’s tongue.

She stood next to Lisa and looked at her own reflection. She was pleased with the cut of her
garment
, especially the way that her long legs seemed even longer thanks to the high-cut design. She stood sideways and posed proudly. There was a tantalising glimpse of the curve of her bottom as she moved. She turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder. The dress clung to her buttocks, accentuating their high roundness and highlighting every curve and every inviting detail.

‘If we don’t get fucked tonight, we never will again,’ she murmured.

Lisa laughed. ‘Don’t you ever think of anything else?’ she asked.

‘No, do you?’

‘We’d better get moving. Come on.’

The girls made final checks on their make-up then, slipping on the stiletto-heeled shoes that had arrived with the dresses, they headed out of their room. They arrived at the poolside within moments and split up, intending to mingle with the guests. Most of the other staff were already there, chatting amiably to the group of newcomers. There were about a dozen couples, most of them in their thirties or early forties. They spoke with loud voices in barely comprehensible drawls which betrayed their middle-class American backgrounds.

There was one of the visitors, however, who captured Janet’s immediate attention. He was exceptionally tall, very black and, from the way his expensive jacket hung awkwardly on his massive shoulders, very muscular. He was standing with an elegantly dressed woman of about thirty-five who had long, bright-red hair and breasts that could comfortably vie with Lisa’s for sheer size. They thrust arrogantly from within the inadequate cocoon of her jacket, a thin, white blouse straining to contain them. They were certainly an attractive and sexy couple,
and
Janet found herself wondering what on earth their hang-up could be.

They were engaged in avid conversation with Mr Gee. Janet decided not to interrupt the flow of their apparently heated discourse. Hopefully she would have the chance to get to know the handsome American another time. She looked around for her friend and found that Lisa was already talking to a middle-aged couple close to the buffet table. She was laughing needlessly as she nibbled the end of a cheese straw. The man was large, both in height and girth, with thinning hair and a very loud voice. His wife was a tiny woman, as thin as a pencil, with short, bobbed hair. She was standing meekly at her husband’s side and appeared to be totally uninterested in the conversation. Even to Janet’s inexperienced eyes the problem here was pretty obvious. A domineering man who no doubt took great pleasure in forcing himself on his unwilling and subservient partner.

‘Hello, my name’s Kenrick, and this is my wife Page.’ Janet swung round to be faced by possibly the youngest couple at the reception party. He was about thirty, tall and not at all bad looking with dark hair and haunting, brown eyes. She bore the appearance of a mid-West farm girl with a fresh-faced, freckled complexion and bright, blue eyes that seemed to be full of laughter. She was much shorter than her husband and was wearing a simple tracksuit, quite the most sensible thing for a long journey. Despite the baggy nature of her attire, Janet could see that she was buxom, if a little on the plump side.

‘My name is Janet, Janet Angel,’ she said as she held out her hand in greeting.

Kenrick took her hand and shook it vigorously. ‘Pleased to meet you, Miss Angel,’ he said. ‘Pretty name for a pretty girl!’

Janet smiled sweetly at his inane compliment. There was a protracted silence. The woman giggled for no reason. ‘It’s nice here, isn’t it?’ she said finally as she feigned interest in her surroundings.

Janet looked around the pool area. ‘Yes,’ she said, weakly, ‘very nice.’

‘It’s nice anywhere, if you can get it!’ bawled the man. Janet cringed inwardly. Page giggled again like a little girl and hugged her husband round the waist.

‘Oh, Kennie, you’re so horny!’ she howled as her giggles became more and more raucous. Her husband joined her in her admiration for his pathetic joke with a loud guffaw. Janet smiled and excused herself, and headed towards the tall, black man who had taken her interest earlier, and who was now standing alone. Their eyes met and he smiled. Janet’s heart skipped a beat. The man was positively gorgeous. She made her mind up there and then that whatever his problem was she would help him overcome it. She continued to walk towards him, trying not to look too eager. She was within a few feet of him when Mr Gee held up his hands for silence.

‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ he called, ‘I am sure that our guests are all tired from their journey. The servants will escort them to their rooms, and we will meet for dinner at eight. Afterwards there will be drinks and, I promise, some very special entertainment.’

Janet’s immediate thought was that the beautiful black guy was going to see the video, and see her being well and truly fucked. The idea delighted her. Then she realised that Kenrick and Page would see the same scenes and her heart sank.

Dinner was a strangely normal affair, if such a thing was possible under the circumstances. The guests and
staff
chatted amiably like old friends. Janet found it difficult to imagine that the visitors were here for plainly sexual purposes, and that soon, very soon, it was likely that she would be satisfying her own salacious needs with one or more of them.

The meal finished, three of the couples rose and took their drinks into another room. Janet looked around lazily at the remaining guests. To one side of her sat Kenrick who, for all his inane chatter, seemed quite appealing, at least in looks. Page, his wife, had dressed herself in a clinging, satin catsuit that appeared to be two sizes too small and merely served to accentuate her plumpness. She hung on to her husband’s every word and giggled stupidly at the most inappropriate times. Janet found it difficult to suppress the desire to give the silly girl a good spanking.

The tall, black man, whom she had learnt was called Peter, sat with his beautiful wife at the end of the table. He had chosen to wear a smart tuxedo with red bow tie and looked simply stunning to Janet’s hungry eyes. His wife had been introduced as Jeannie. She too had chosen evening attire and was wearing a long, black gown trimmed with silver. It was cut low at the front to reveal much of her large breasts. The ample display of pink flesh served as a sumptuous cushion for a clearly expensive pearl necklace. To Janet’s profound irritation the couple were once more engaged in deep conversation with Mr Gee.

She looked at the other end of the table. The heavily built, brash American who had cornered Lisa by the pool was continuing to dominate the conversation with his constant boasts of business successes. She found his broad accent irritating in the extreme. His small wife was sitting silently at his side, her eyes fixed on nothing at all. Janet felt sorry for her. She was quite attractive for her age, her complexion
bearing
few traces of the ravages of time and her mouth full and sensuous. She must have been very lovely when she was younger, Janet thought. How she had ended up with such a bombastic, arrogant braggart was a mystery.

The small woman suddenly looked directly at Janet and smiled gently. Janet returned her smile and the woman looked down at her plate self-consciously. ‘Have you been here before?’ asked Janet in an attempt to ease the shy woman into conversation. The woman looked up from the table and her expression gave Janet the distinct impression that she was delighted to have been spoken to.

‘No, this is our first time. I’m very nervous; it was my husband’s idea.’

Janet smiled warmly and reached over to grip the thin woman’s tiny wrist. ‘There’s no need to feel nervous,’ she said. ‘I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun.’

‘Oh, I intend to. It may have been Harman’s idea, but I fully intend to make the most of it.’ She had suddenly seemed to gain in confidence. Janet squeezed her wrist again, then released it and sat back. She took a slow sip of her wine.

‘My name’s Emily,’ said the woman in the acutely American way of making her statement appear to be a question.

‘I’m Janet.’

‘You’re very pretty, Janet. You have lovely eyes, and such long legs. You make me very envious.’

‘You’re very kind,’ replied Janet. The conversation was bordering on the tedious, but at least she had managed to get Emily talking.