The Training of Fallen Angels (3 page)

She let one hand fall from his shoulder and moved it down between them, quickly finding the zip of his shorts. She unfastened it slowly as her tongue probed and searched his mouth with her thick lips remaining clamped firmly against his. She reached up and undid the waist-button of his shorts then stepped back slightly and eased them down over his narrow hips. They fell to his ankles.

Pete breathed hard as Lisa moved from him and began to unbutton his shirt. Then, finally grasping the initiative he unfastened his cuffs and almost tore the garment from his body whilst at the same time stepping out of his shorts. Lisa watched in amusement as he stumbled about trying to drag his shoes and socks from his feet until at last he succeeded.

Now, all he wore was a small pair of briefs which were bulging ludicrously at the front. Lisa knelt in front of him and gazed at the promising mound. She reached out and traced his shape with her fingertips, then smoothed the palm of her hand over the bulge and squeezed him gently. She moved her hand in a circular motion and teased his hardness with her fingertips. His breathing was becoming erratic.

Lisa reached up with both hands and tugged at the waistband of his pants. Slowly, she inched the tight material downwards, gradually revealing the thick, matted hair of his groin. His legs began to shake visibly. She pulled his briefs down further and gazed
at
his crotch as though she had never seen anything like it in her life before.

Suddenly, his penis sprang from the restraint of the elastic waistband and the angry, purple end pointed directly at her face. It was wet with his excitement, and Lisa saw that it was throbbing. She knew that he wouldn’t last long in this state. She tugged his pants down to his ankles and pulled them from his feet, then looked up into his eyes. His hard erection was inches from her succulent mouth.

‘Would you like me to suck it for you?’ she breathed.

The postman nodded. There were beads of sweat on his brow, and his legs were trembling again. ‘D’you want to?’ he asked, stupidly.

Lisa didn’t answer. Instead, she moved her face closer to him and opened her mouth. She took his thick stalk within her luscious lips and ran her tongue round the end. Pete groaned and rested his hands on her head. Lisa began to suck him heavily. She drew on her experience and her natural gift for pleasing men orally, determined to give him the best blow job he’d ever had in his life. She began to move her head backwards and forwards, slowly at first, then gradually increasing in pace. He responded by moving his hips rhythmically. She gripped his thighs and moved her head faster and faster whilst snaking her tongue around his hard shaft until, with a loud moan, he came and she felt him pulsating within the soft grip of her lips. Lisa allowed him to move his length in and out of her mouth as his cream jetted over her tongue. Pete gripped her head and pushed his groin towards her face and almost choked her as he filled her mouth with his throbbing stalk. She swallowed copiously and sucked voraciously on his cock until she knew that he had no more to give.

Reluctantly, she let the now drooping phallus slip from her wet mouth and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Pete stepped back and appeared to collapse on to the sofa.

‘Nobody’s ever done that to me before,’ he panted. ‘Swallowed it, I mean.’

Lisa smiled proudly. ‘Did you like it?’

Pete nodded. ‘It was wonderful. I can’t believe you swallowed it.’

Lisa grinned. The first time that a man experiences full oral sex can be one of the most unforgettable moments of his life. ‘You tasted nice,’ she said, simply.

Pete ran his fingers through her long, blonde tresses. ‘You are so lovely,’ he whispered.

Lisa took his hand in hers and lightly kissed his palm. ‘You’re going to find out that I taste nice too,’ she breathed. ‘Would you like to go to bed?’

He sat up and reached for his shorts. ‘No, no, I really had better get on with my round.’

Lisa grabbed his shorts and threw them across the room. ‘Oh, no you don’t,’ she said, with mock anger. ‘You’re not going to cheat me!’ She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to his feet. ‘Come on, Mister Postman, you’re coming to bed!’

She hauled her reluctant conquest through the door and almost threw him on to the mattress. Pete lay back and regarded her with a mixture of surprise and bemusement. Lisa stood before him with one foot on the floor and the other on the bed. She ran the middle finger of one hand suggestively between the pouting, wet lips of her pussy. She looked at his drooping cock, and saw to her delight that it was already beginning to thicken as he watched her stimulate herself.

‘You really are something,’ he sighed.

‘You’re pretty gorgeous yourself,’ she responded as she crawled on to the bed and lay next to him. She reached down and circled his rapidly rising erection with her fingers. Slowly, she began to move her hand up and down. She felt him hardening in her soft grip.

‘Did you like it when I let you come in my mouth?’ she murmured.

‘Yeah, you certainly knew what you were doing.’

Lisa smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips, then moved her head down to lick his hairy chest. She felt his hand stroking her bare bottom as she ran her tongue around one of his nipples. She bit it gently, then moved to the other and sucked it like a baby. His fingers began to probe her wet sex-flesh from behind.

She moved her face lower and ran her tongue over his flat stomach. He tasted of fresh sweat and the scent excited her. She licked sensuously around his navel then shifted herself across him so that her groin was close to his face. She continued to steadily pump his cock, which now stood hard and erect within her gently undulating grasp. She thrilled as she felt him trace the line of her cunt with his tongue and responded by pressing her mound hard against his chin. His stubbly skin stimulated her hard little bud as she ground herself against his face whilst he lapped greedily at her hot, wet flesh.

Lisa licked around the end of his prick for a moment, then closed her pouting lips around his stalk and sucked him gently. She was anxious that he should not come in her mouth a second time, and was well aware that her oral skills could easily make that happen. She drew him from the heavenly clasp of her mouth and ran her tongue up and down his stiffness, then moved herself slightly so that she could lick his
balls
. She traced their shape with the tip of her tongue then took both of them into her mouth.

Pete had started to push his tongue in and out of her pussy. To Lisa, it felt for all the world like a small, soft cock exploring her outer lips as she continued to rub her clitoris against his chin. She let his balls slip from her wet mouth and licked under them, then moved her face again so that she once more engulfed his hardness within her mouth. She felt his stalk throb between her lips and his taste became salty.

She moved from him reluctantly and swallowed hard. He hadn’t come, but it had been a near-thing. She sat next to him in silence and gently stroked his chest with her fingertips. Pete lay gazing at her in total adoration. His handsome features were wet with her juices. She bent forward and kissed his forehead, then licked her taste from his face before kissing him passionately on the mouth. She moved her body across his and lay on top of him with her crotch pressed hard against his erection and her large breasts crushed against his chest. She wriggled her hips in order to rub herself against his hardness. Pete’s rough hands stroked her back, then moved down to cup her pert buttocks. He squeezed and fondled her perfect arse as he pushed his groin hard against her.

She needed him inside her now. She needed to be fucked.

Lisa raised herself up and sat on his thighs. She took hold of his erection and rubbed it against the softness of her wet, hairless pussy whilst fixing his gaze with hers. ‘I want you to fuck me,’ she pouted, ‘and don’t come too quick.’

‘I’ll do my best,’ he breathed. Lisa raised herself on to her haunches and guided his hard cock to her
waiting
opening. She sat down slowly, and thrilled as her body absorbed his stiffness. Their pubic mounds met and she held him motionless within her tight sheath. The feeling of total fullness delighted her. She stiffened the muscles of her groin to grip him even harder and felt him throbbing heavily inside her.

‘Are you OK?’ she asked, anxiously.

He nodded. ‘Yeah, I am now. I nearly came when you took me inside you, but I’m all right now.’

‘Don’t come before I do,’ she chided, ‘or I’ll bite it right off!’ Pete grinned and ran his hands up to cup her breasts. He bent his head forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Lisa shivered as he sucked her and, just for a moment, forgot about the stiff intrusion held within the softness of her cunt.

Pete moved his head back and rested it on the pillow without taking his eyes off her breasts. Lisa rested one hand on his knee behind her and the other on the bed. Gradually, she began to move her body gently up and down. By moving her hips backwards and forwards slightly at the same time she was able to stimulate her clitoris with every movement and, from his benign expression Pete was now clearly enjoying the vision of this beautiful, big-busted blonde fucking herself on his body. He put his hands behind his head and watched, his face a picture of contentment. Lisa grinned and increased the pace of her movements. She leant back further and gripped his ankles in the full knowledge that he would have a perfect view of his engorged shaft moving in and out of her luscious cunt. She began to hump herself up and down rapidly. Her breasts bounced heavily as she thrust herself against him, totally in control. Pete caught hold of her thighs and met her rough movements with thrusts of his own as he dug his fingernails into her flesh.

With a sudden, guttural cry she came. The frustration of three days of abstinence flowed from her along with her copious juices which soaked her lover’s lower body. She fell forward and gripped his shoulders, then pounded her groin wildly against his as a second wave of orgasmic joy hit her. She squealed, the sound muffled as she bit into his muscular flesh and he gripped her bottom tightly as he forced his cock as deep inside her as he possibly could. Their lower bodies slapped together loudly and the bed creaked and complained as they pounded faster and faster.

Lisa was coming again. She couldn’t believe it; three times in a row. She rammed her body hard down on her lover and absorbed every inch of his stiff rod then tensed her muscles and gripped him tightly within her throbbing depths. She squealed loudly as the sensations tore at her loins and she bit hard into his shoulder. She began to pound up and down again as her every thought and movement was controlled by the power of her third orgasm. For a few seconds she was totally oblivious to his needs; he could have been anybody.

Gradually, the ecstatic sensations subsided and Lisa slowed her movements before slipping from him to lie panting at his side. Their bodies were covered in sweat which formed little rivulets over their skin that slipped down to soak the bed beneath them. She looked down. Pete’s glistening shaft was still hard, resting against his stomach. A small blob of white fluid seeped from the end and formed a pool in his navel. Lisa bent over him and pushed her tongue into it and lapped it up like a cat enjoying fresh cream. She lay back, sighing happily and closed her eyes.

‘That was wonderful,’ she said, after a few moments. Her pussy was still beating, more from the
force
of her assault on Pete’s supine form than the after effects of the three orgasms. He ran his hand over her breasts.

‘You have the most amazing tits,’ he said. ‘So big, and yet so firm.’ He cupped one, and then the other. ‘It’s incredible, the way that they jut upwards, even when you’re lying on your back. What do they measure?’

Lisa laughed to herself. If she’d been asked this question once she’d been asked it a thousand times. And she always answered proudly. ‘When I wear a bra, I need a 34 triple G. If I put a tape measure round my chest, then it’s 43 inches.’

‘Wow,’ said Pete, simply. ‘Wow.’

They heard the sound of the front door to the flat being unlocked. Pete sat up nervously. Lisa rested her hand on his shoulder. ‘It’s OK,’ she said. ‘It’ll be my friend, Janet.’

‘She won’t mind, will she? I mean, me being in here, with you?’

Lisa looked at him incredulously. ‘Of course not. Why should she mind?’

Before he could answer, the door to the bedroom opened and Janet appeared, smiling broadly. ‘Hi, there!’ she called, happily. ‘Ooh, who’s this?’ She sat on the edge of the bed as though it was the most natural thing to do. Pete looked at her in astonishment.

‘This is Pete, the postman,’ said Lisa as she propped herself up against some pillows.

‘The postman? Oh, Lisa, honestly!’

‘And what’s wrong with postmen?’ said Pete, somewhat hurt.

‘Not a thing,’ laughed Janet. ‘In fact, you’re a very nice postman.’ She ran a hand along the inside of his thigh, stopping less than an inch from his genitals. His cock remained firmly erect. ‘Am I interrupting
something?’
she continued as she stared blatantly at his firm length.

‘No, we were just having a break,’ said Lisa, nonchalantly.

Pete sighed. ‘This is unreal,’ he said, as though talking to an invisible audience.

‘He brought a package for you,’ Lisa said to Janet. ‘It’s in the other room.’

Her friend jumped from the bed like an excited child. ‘Oh, I know what that must be! D’you want me to show you? It’s really very sexy!’

‘Do you think Pete will like it?’ Lisa reached down and circled his stiff cock with her fingers as she spoke.

‘I hope so. D’you want to see me in something sexy, Mister Postman?’

Pete could only nod as Janet rushed from the room. They heard the sounds of tearing paper followed by the rustling of clothing. He turned to Lisa who by now was rubbing him gently and making it clear that she was ready for more action.

‘You and your friend are very uninhibited, aren’t you?’ he said.

‘We’re very close friends. We don’t really think about it.’

‘Have you ever walked in on her, when she’s been in bed with someone?’