The Training of Fallen Angels (21 page)

Janet grinned and sat back on the lounger. Peter took a seat next to her and slipped off his singlet. She gazed with admiration at his smoothly defined torso. ‘D’you work out?’ she asked.

‘Yeh, I like to keep fit.’

‘You’ve got a good body.’ Janet reached over and ran a finger over his chest, tracing the line of his pectorals.

‘Were you sunbathing?’ he asked. Janet nodded. ‘Well, don’t let me stop you.’ She smiled coyly and slowly pulled her T-shirt over her head, then lay back on the lounger. ‘You’ve got a good body too,’ he continued. He leant forward and moved the tip of his finger between her pert, firm breasts, then circled each in turn. She shivered, despite the heat. Slowly, Peter traced a line down, over her flat stomach to her navel. He pushed the tip of his finger into it, then moved down further until he was touching the edge of her thong.

‘Won’t you get a line if you sunbathe in this?’

‘I suppose so.’

‘Take it off, then.’

Janet shrugged and slipped the tiny garment down her legs and kicked it off. She lay back again with her legs drawn slightly apart. He smiled kindly and then looked directly at her hairy mound. Janet licked her lips. She was already wet thanks to her unsuccessful attempt at seducing Mr Gee, and she knew that he would soon see the tell-tale sheen of dampness on her pubic curls. She looked at his groin. His white trunks were bulging enormously. OK, she thought, he’s not Mr Gee, but he certainly is gorgeous!

She opened her legs a little wider and felt a trickle
of
warm juice slip between her buttocks. He must have seen that, she thought. He didn’t move. He just stared at her bush.

‘Are there any things your wife won’t let you do?’ she asked, more to break the silence than anything else.

‘A couple of things, but it’s no problem.’

‘What kind of things?’

‘It doesn’t matter. Let’s not talk about my wife.’ He stood up and walked to the edge of the pool and looked out into the distance. For a moment, Janet thought that she’d lost another chance. She jumped up and joined him by the pool.

‘D’you feel like a swim?’ she asked.

‘Yeh, why not?’ He made to dive into the welcoming water.

‘I think you should take your trunks off,’ Janet purred, ‘after all, I’m naked and it was your idea.’

‘Fair enough.’ Peter turned his back to her and slipped the white trunks down to his ankles and pulled them off. Janet savoured the sight of his firm, tight buttocks and wondered what they would taste like if she got the chance to run her tongue over them. He turned to face her and she gasped audibly. His cock was steel-erect. It was long and very thick, two-thirds of it as black as ebony whilst the top four inches or so was as pink as a baby’s bottom. Janet felt her mouth go dry as she stared at the monster.

‘Sorry about this,’ Peter said sheepishly. ‘Sometimes it seems to have a life of its own.’

Janet giggled girlishly and jumped into the pool. Surfacing, she trod water whilst she enjoyed the sight of the naked man and his huge erection. ‘Come on,’ she shouted. ‘It’s lovely!’ Peter dived in and swam, eel-like to her side. She curled her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling
him
under the water. They kissed. Janet pressed herself to him so that he could feel the creamy-moistness of her pussy against his stomach. They rolled playfully around in the water like children, occasionally surfacing for air and fondling each other’s bodies with frenzied passion. Lisa had told her of her session in the pool with the servant. Now it was her turn.

Peter pushed his hand between their bodies and his fingers found the open welcome of her sex-lips. He slipped them inside her and pressed the palm of his hand against her hard little bud. She kissed him harder and reached down until her fingers could circle his thick cock. They slipped under the water again and she wriggled herself around him until she could feel the tip of his erection touching her upper thighs. Peter pulled his fingers from her hot sheath as they surfaced once more and she purposefully aimed his prick towards her aching honey-pot and sank down on him.

She gasped as he entered her, and then slipped under the water until the full length was deep inside her. He was massive, not only in length but also in thickness, and it was just what she needed. She gripped his powerful shoulders and pulled herself up to break the surface, gulped in the air and then sank down hard again to absorb him completely. Peter thrust his hips forwards and she felt a slight, but entirely pleasurable pain as his cock-head hit her cervix. He gripped her thighs and rammed himself rapidly in and out of her, pummelling and stretching her into an oblivion of ecstasy.

Janet pulled herself up for air and his cock slipped from inside her. She took a deep breath and then duck-dived down again. In the gloom she could see him treading water, with his big dick waving
menacingly
in front of his superb body. She gripped his thighs and took the end of the monster into her mouth. She managed to move her body so that her legs were over his powerful shoulders and immediately sensed his tongue lapping the water and her juices from her cunt. She bobbed her head backwards and forwards and sucked him for as long as she could manage before, at last, she had reluctantly to pull herself from him and rise once again to the surface. They drifted apart in the warm water. Janet spluttered and coughed as she gulped in the air, then they both broke into a fit of laughter.

Without warning, Peter dived under the surface. Janet couldn’t see him through the churning water and squirmed around to see where he had gone. Suddenly she felt a sharp bite on her bottom, and he rose to the surface behind her, laughing like a fool. She slapped the water in his face, and swam for the edge of the pool. She managed to crawl out just as he reached her.

‘You’ve got a beautiful little ass,’ he drawled as he stared blatantly at her pert behind. She struggled to her feet. Peter launched himself from the pool in one, lithe movement. He stood next to her and curled his arm around her shoulders. ‘I’ve never fucked under water before,’ he said, proudly. Janet merely smiled.

They walked over to the lawn, in full view of the house. Janet wanted Mr Gee to see that his rejection of her hadn’t mattered in the least. She looked up at the windows but there was no sign of their enigmatic host. Shrugging her shoulders, she lay down on her back on the soft carpet of green and opened her legs wide. ‘Come on, Peter,’ she purred. ‘Fuck me good.’

He knelt between her outstretched thighs and gazed at her welcoming pussy. His cock jutted for
ward
angrily, the head purple with his lust. He moved forward until the tip touched her soft, wet lips. Janet raised her bottom slightly from the ground. He slipped the bulbous head inside her and at first she automatically stiffened her groin muscles to grip him inside her, then relaxed them as she realised that his thickness made it unnecessary. She closed her eyes blissfully and allowed him to slide inch after inch into her hot sheath. He fucked her slowly, using the full length with each thrust. Janet raised her legs high and gripped her feet with her fingers. Peter stiffened his body and supported himself on his hands and toes, then began to pound steadily in and out. Janet looked down and marvelled at the way she was able to accommodate such a monster. The sheen of her juices coated the plunging, ebony rod and her sex-lips seemed to be clinging to it each time he withdrew, as if desperate not to release him. He began to increase the speed of his movements and their groins slapped together loudly.

Suddenly, Janet wriggled from under him and turned on to her hands and knees. ‘Do it from behind,’ she mewed, ‘then I can feel the whole length.’

Peter stroked her bottom lovingly. ‘Are you sure?’ he said, with genuine concern. ‘That’s one of the things my wife can’t do. She says it hurts her too much.’

Janet looked over her shoulder and wiggled her bum provocatively. ‘Do it,’ she demanded.

Peter shrugged. ‘OK,’ he said as he positioned himself behind her. Janet bent her back so that her bottom was forced upwards obscenely. She felt him touch her hot little hole, and then he was inside, sliding deeper and deeper until his groin pressed against her buttocks.

‘You OK?’ he panted.

‘It’s beautiful,’ Janet groaned. ‘Now, give it to me hard. You won’t hurt me, I promise.’

Peter needed no further encouragement. He took it steadily at first, clearly concerned that he might hurt her despite her assurances, then he began to thrust in and out of her at an alarming rate as his groin slapped against her backside. Janet looked up at the house. A number of people were watching, mainly students, but there was no sign of Mr Gee.

‘Gee, you sure do have a lovely ass,’ gasped Peter as he hammered into her like a man possessed.

‘You can fuck it, if you like.’

Peter stopped short, as though he’d suddenly been frozen solid. ‘Aw, no, I mean, I –’

‘Is that the other thing your wife won’t let you do?’

‘Yeh, but hell, I could never get in there.’

Janet moved forward so that his cock slipped from inside her, and lay on her back, resting on her elbows. She looked at his fierce erection and grinned. He was big, but she’d had bigger. ‘You can try,’ she purred. ‘Look, I’ve got some baby oil on the table over there that I use when I’m sunbathing. Go and get it and I’ll show you what to do.’

Peter pulled himself to his feet with some difficulty and walked to the table. He found the correct bottle from amongst the various creams and lotions and brought it back. He crouched in front of her, his cock looking longer and thicker than ever. Janet turned back on her hands and knees and presented her bottom to him.

‘Pour some between the cheeks and push a couple of fingers inside me. That’ll loosen me up for you.’ She heard Peter snap the top of the bottle open and then felt the warmth of the viscous fluid slip down her cleft. ‘That’s it. Now, your fingers. Soak them with oil and push them in.’ After a few seconds she felt him
move
his fingertips between her buttocks, then felt him slide in. ‘How many fingers have you got in me?’ she asked.

‘Two.’

Try three. You’re a big boy. You’re gonna have to really open me up.’

She felt him ease his fingers from her, then sensed more oil being poured onto her anus. Then he was in her again, this time with three fingers. The tight sphincter relaxed quickly. She was ready.

‘OK,’ she breathed, ‘now, put lots of oil on your dick and fuck me hard. I want to feel that lovely thing right up my arse!’

‘Gee, I love the way you talk. You really are something,’ he said as he eased his fingers from her. She heard him fumbling with the bottle, then felt the familiar prodding of a fat cock-head against her anus. He pushed forward and she jumped. ‘You OK?’ he said.

‘Yes, I’m just getting used to you. Go on, fuck my bum now!’

She sensed him moving into her, slowly, cautiously until half of his superb length was inside her. She reached between her legs and gripped his bone-hard stalk. ‘Put a bit more oil on it, then go all the way,’ she demanded. There was more fumbling with the bottle, and then more trickling of warm fluid over her backside. Peter pushed forward. Janet felt his huge shaft slip effortlessly to the hilt. He held himself still with his full length trapped in her tight bottom. She could feel him throbbing inside her. He was going to come soon, that was for certain.

She found her pussy with her fingertips as he began to fuck her steadily. She rubbed her hard little bud rapidly. She was very close herself, and she wanted to come with him. He began to pound in and out of her,
all
his earlier concerns apparently dismissed from his mind. ‘What an ass! What an ass!’ he kept repeating in time with his rhythmic lunges. She rubbed herself harder. She was coming, and it was going to be good.

‘Oh, baby, yeh!’ he roared, and he rammed the full length of his cock up her bottom. He gripped her buttocks tightly and held himself deep inside her. She felt him throbbing, the heavy pounding of a fearsome ejaculation within her tight sheath. The thought of him filling her bottom with his sperm took her over the edge. She squealed loudly as she orgasmed and stiffened all the muscles of her lower body. The result was to grip Peter’s gradually wilting rod with such an incredible tightness so that he yelped with pain. She couldn’t have cared less. She circled her backside and forced herself back against his crotch, rubbing her buttocks against his hairy groin. The pulsating sensations within her pussy slowly abated and she moved herself forward, then relaxed as her moment passed and he eased himself from her and collapsed on to his back.

A cheer rang out from the house.

Lisa took the uniform from the wardrobe and laid it out on the bed. She examined it closely. It was identical to that worn by the students; a short, black mini-kilt, white blouse and light blue blazer. She searched the pockets of the blazer and found the striped tie which completed the outfit.

Compared to all the other wildly diverse and supremely erotic garments that had been provided for her and Janet to wear the uniform was quite staid, but Lisa had formed a picture in her mind of the students in the library, and how incredibly sexy they had looked. She pulled off her top and quickly
wrenched
off her jeans. Now naked, she held the pleated skirt against herself. It looked far too short. She threw it back on to the bed and donned the crisp, white shirt. She fastened the buttons with some difficulty. It was clearly too small for her. She decided that this must be Janet’s uniform, and that perhaps there was another in her size. She searched through the rows of clothing in both wardrobes but found nothing. She shrugged and decided to continue to dress herself.

She pulled the little skirt over her long legs and tucked the blouse into the elasticated waistband. Searching through her drawer she found a pair of sheer, black stockings and a suspender-belt. Another cupboard provided a pair of black, flat-soled shoes that seemed ideal to complete the outfit. Finally, she donned the tie and pulled on the blazer and stood in front of the full-length mirror.