The Training of Fallen Angels (16 page)

‘No, no, I’m certain that something’s going on,’ continued Janet emphatically. ‘The way that Madam Stone acted – she seemed really frightened and very angry with me.’

‘We’ve been told not to go into Mr Gee’s private rooms. She was right to tell you off. I’m only surprised that she didn’t punish you severely.’

Janet leant forward in her chair as if to emphasise her concern. ‘I wouldn’t have minded that,’ she breathed. ‘In fact, I was disappointed that she didn’t beat me. That makes it all the more strange.’

Lisa shrugged and looked across the pool towards the garden. Although it was barely ten in the morning the sun was already hot. It promised to be another beautiful day.

‘What about the voice I heard? It sounded like, like…’ Janet stood up and walked to the edge of the pool.

‘Like the old man?’

Janet swung round and stood squarely facing her friend with her hands resting on her hips. ‘Yes, the old man. I’m sure it was him.’

‘Now I know that you’re imagining things,’ said Lisa dismissively. ‘He’s gone; he won’t bother us again.’

‘How do you know? He was so powerful. I’m frightened, Lisa.’

‘And I’m fed up with you going on like this,’ said Lisa, banging her glass down on the table. ‘We’ve got everything we could possibly want here – luxurious surroundings, nice people and as much sex as we could ever need. Forget about it.’

Janet looked at her friend in exasperation. She opened her mouth to speak, then clearly thought better of it and walked back into the house. Lisa watched her go as she took up her drink once more and put the glass to her lips. She understood her friend’s concern, of course, but they had already beaten the old man at his own game, and that was that.

She put down her drink and adjusted the sun-lounger to a near horizontal position then removed her skimpy T-shirt. She lay back to soak in the sun, naked now save for a tiny, black G-string. This is all so perfect, she thought. Nothing could possibly be wrong.

‘Can I fetch Madam some more ice?’ The voice made Lisa jump and she swung round to see one of the male servants standing behind her. He was tall and powerfully built, with handsome, Mediterranean features and short, black hair. He was wearing the normal servants’ uniform of tight, lycra shorts and bow tie and his tanned, muscular body looked most appealing in the bright sunlight.

Lisa sat up slowly, and noticed that his gaze fell to
her
breasts. Her nipples hardened immediately. ‘Not just now, thank you,’ she said as she rose to her feet. ‘I feel like a swim. Care to join me?’

‘It is not permitted, Madam,’ he said in a stiff monotone.

Lisa wasn’t having any of it. She walked over to stand in front of him and rested her hand on his firm chest. The servant looked down nervously. Lisa could see that his eyes were still firmly fixed on her heaving breasts.

‘Oh, come on,’ she breathed as she stroked the muscles of his torso gently. ‘You’re sweating. The water will cool you down.’

‘If Madam insists,’ he answered.

‘Madam does insist.’ Lisa quickly slipped her G-string down to her ankles and stepped out of it. The man stared at her hairless pussy and she saw him swallow hard. ‘Well?’ she said, tilting her head to one side and running her tongue over her lips. The servant suddenly seemed to make a decision and kicked off his sandals. He stood for a moment as if unsure again, then wrenched down his shorts. Lisa saw that his cock was already thickening up nicely. She turned her back to him and walked slowly to the edge of the pool. She sat on the marble tiles and dipped her feet into the water. She turned her head to look back at her prospective conquest. He still appeared reluctant to join her.

Lisa leant back on her hands so that her breasts jutted forward hugely. That was all that was needed. As the servant walked towards her his cock thickened and hardened more and more with every step until, by the time he reached her and sat by her side, he had a full, and quite magnificent erection. She circled his stiffness with her fingers and then squeezed it firmly. ‘Let’s get into the pool,’ she breathed. Letting go of
his
cock, she slipped into the cool water and swam lazily away from him on her back. He followed immediately, and was soon swimming by her side.

They reached the other side of the pool and Lisa clung on to the edge with her breasts pressed against the tiles. The coolness of the marble merely served to coax her nipples to full erection. She allowed her legs to drift in the water, kicking them gently. She felt the servant catch hold of one of her ankles and then the other. Suddenly, he tugged hard at her legs and she was pulled away from the edge and under the water. She surfaced laughing and flung her arms around his neck. His serious, subservient expression had gone; he was grinning like a schoolboy. Lisa pressed her body against his and kissed him passionately on the lips. She could feel his hardness digging into the firm flesh of her stomach as she moved against him. The pool was just shallow enough for them to stand with the water up to their necks. They kissed deeply with their tongues lapping against each other in a frenzy of passion. Lisa reached down and gripped his cock tightly, then suddenly broke away from him and swam rapidly to the far end of the swimming pool.

He caught her as she reached the edge. She gripped the chrome bars of a ladder just as he grabbed hold of her ankles once more. This time, he didn’t try to pull her away but, instead spread her legs wide apart and moved his body to stand between them. This was the shallowest part of the pool, and the water barely reached his waist. Lisa looked over her shoulder and saw the end of his cock protruding from the surface. His intention was clear.

She turned her face away and waited for the inevitable. She felt the tip of his erection touch her bottom. She reached under herself and gripped the thick stalk, then guided it to her sex-lips. He pushed
deep
into her with one, long movement and she groaned with pleasure. The servant let go of her ankles and she curved her legs around his thighs with her heels digging into the taut flesh of his backside. He began to fuck her in earnest. The water churned as he humped rapidly backwards and forwards. With each forward thrust he rammed the head of his substantial length hard against her cervix, making her gasp with delight.

That’s it, fuck me hard!’ she panted. That’s it, give it to me good. Ram that fabulous cock up my cunt!’ Her obscene words had the desired effect. He was going at her like a madman now, thrusting his fat prick in and out of her at an incredible rate. He bent over her and gripped the ladder-bars and fucked her even harder. This was just how she liked it. No finesse, no foreplay, just a good, hard fuck.

The servant slowed his movements a little and Lisa turned herself, raising one of her legs until she was able to rest it on his shoulder whilst standing in the pool on the other. She looked down. She could see his magnificent cock moving in and out of her quite clearly just under the surface of the water. She gripped his neck and rammed her body against his so that she absorbed the full length of his superb rod, then ground her pubic bone against him. His expression suddenly became a grimace. He was coming, and she had to join him in the ultimate pleasure. She began to thrust rapidly against him and he matched her movements. The burning ache was building up inside her loins. There was no stopping it now. She raised her other leg and circled it around his waist. The water churned and splashed as she hammered her body against him.

‘I’m coming, I’m coming!’ she wailed. He gripped her bottom with both hands and slammed his cock
deep
into her hot cunt. She threw back her head and winced with the agony of impending release. ‘Yes! Yes!’ she cried. ‘Come with me!’

He needed no telling. No sooner had the words left her lips than she felt his big cock throbbing inside her and knew that he was filling her with his cream. The sensations of orgasm tore through her lower body and she tensed her vaginal muscles to grip him tightly inside her. Slowly, the pumping of his rigid tool abated. Lisa kissed him lovingly on the mouth and felt him slip from inside her. They drifted slowly apart in the water, their eyes fixed on each other’s in a loving, post-coital trance.

‘I’ll have that ice, now,’ cooed Lisa.

The large coach which had brought the students from the airport drove noisily into the driveway. Lisa jumped up at the sound and quickly pulled on a pair of tight shorts and her T-shirt. The vehicle pulled up at the front of the house as she made her way through the gap in the hedge. Mr Gee and Madam Stone were standing on the steps to the front door, preparing to greet the new arrivals, along with a dozen or so members of the manor staff. Lisa quickly zipped up her shorts and smoothed down the T-shirt and joined them just as the coach door swung open with a loud hiss: Through the windows she could see the faces of about twenty young girls peering excitedly out, looking for all the world like a party of schoolgirls on an outing.

Mr Gee moved forward as the first of the girls stepped down on to the gravel drive. He held out his hand and smiled broadly. He shook the small hand of his first guest warmly and spoke a few words of welcome, then indicated that she should enter the house. He repeated the action with each of the girls.
They
filed slowly past Lisa, who eyed them with more than passing interest. They appeared to represent every point on the globe, and were all lovely in their very different ways. They were tired and casually dressed yet, to Lisa, they all possessed an appealing and youthful innocence. She couldn’t help but wonder if they knew what they were letting themselves in for.

One of the last of the students to descend from the coach almost caused Lisa to gasp audibly. She had never seen a more beautiful or innocent-looking girl in all her life. She appeared to be of Malaysian origin or perhaps from the Philippines. Her flawless complexion was the colour of the sun and her eyes were of the deepest brown. She was tiny, certainly much less than five feet tall and very slim. She was wearing tight jeans and a plain T-shirt which accentuated her waif-like frame. Her small breasts and button-sized nipples could be clearly seen through the thin material of her top and her jeans moulded themselves around her boyish hips and pert little bottom. Lisa felt her mouth go dry as she gazed at this vision of abject sexuality. The girl caught her stare and looked away shyly as she moved quickly up the steps to the manor. Lisa watched her closely and tried to imagine Paul or Mike impaling her lithe body on their thick erections. That was something that she could barely wait to see.

As the staff busied themselves unloading the suitcases and trunks from the coach, Lisa followed Mr Gee and Madam Stone into the house. The students were all gathered in the hallway as students always do, as if waiting for instructions. Mr Gee stood before them and held out his arms. ‘Welcome to Grantham Manor,’ he said, proudly, ‘and to seven days of pleasure and education. We promise to entertain you, and to instruct you in the delights of
womanhood
. There are few rules here, except that you are to enjoy yourself and that you must never refuse anything. The staff will indulge your every whim, and will do
anything
that you ask of them.’

A number of the girls giggled excitedly at the way he accentuated the word ‘anything’. Lisa smiled. Despite her first impressions it was clear that these students were far more worldly than their innocent appearances suggested. They knew why they were here; they knew that there would be sex, and lots of it. She looked for the beautiful girl who had so captivated her. She spotted her at the back of the group and saw, to her delight, that she had the broadest grin of them all.

Madam Stone stood haughtily before Lisa and Janet, her hands planted firmly on her broad hips. The two girls had been summoned to see her in the library and had been quick to obey. It was a large, airy room towards the rear of the sprawling manor. Rows of desks and chairs had been arranged in the form of an old-fashioned classroom. Lisa and Janet were seated at two of these desks, facing their mentor.

‘Today will be your final lesson,’ said Madam Stone, her voice booming with confident authority. She was dressed in a severe outfit consisting of tailored trousers and a smart jacket which, for once, concealed her voluptuous figure. Following instructions, the two friends had dressed themselves in similar garments. ‘I will take this class,’ continued their instructress. ‘It will be a general lesson, to outline the rest of the week’s goals and to discover the knowledge that our students may already possess. Afterwards, they will split into four groups. You will each take one of these groups, the others will be instructed by your colleagues, Paul and Mike.’

‘Instructed?’ queried Lisa. ‘What are we going to teach?’

Madam Stone smiled and moved over to her. She rested a hand gently on her shoulder. ‘You have both shown the areas where you have the most expertise,’ she said, ‘and you have learnt the art of teasing and torment. You will combine these talents and instruct the students accordingly. You, Lisa, will teach the girls the techniques of giving good oral sex, both to men and to women. You will be ably assisted by two male members of staff, as will you, Janet.’

‘And what will I be teaching?’ said Janet excitedly.

Madam Stone smiled broadly. Lisa had a very good idea what she was going to say. ‘You, my dear, will explain and demonstrate the delights of anal love, a subject which, I am told, is near to your heart.’

Janet looked across at Lisa, who quickly glanced at the floor, blushing noticeably. ‘Bitch!’ hissed Janet as she realised her friend’s indiscretion although, in truth, she was quite pleased.

They heard noises from outside the room. It was the sound of many footsteps echoing in the hallway.

‘Right,’ said Madam Stone as she moved two high-backed chairs to the centre of the room and turned them to face the desks, ‘sit here. Do not speak unless asked to.’

The door opened and the students began to troop in silently. They were dressed uniformly, which gave even more credence to the classroom effect. The outfits had obviously been provided by Mr Gee for just this purpose. They consisted of short, black mini-kilts, crisp, white shirts and striped ties. The uniforms were completed by light blue blazers which sported a badge proclaiming the legend ‘Grantham Manor’ on the breast pocket.