The Training of Fallen Angels (4 page)

‘It happens. We don’t take much notice of it, to be honest.’

‘I think that’s great,’ he said as he slipped the tips of his fingers into her soaking pussy. ‘I wish more girls were like you.’

‘I think that most girls would like to be,’ said Lisa, ‘but they’re just too scared to admit it, even to themselves. I’m a strong believer in the old saying “if it itches, scratch it”.’ She opened her legs wider so that he could push more of his fingers into her.

‘You certainly had an itch this morning,’ he breathed. He kissed her on the side of her face, then licked her ear whilst moving his fingers in and out of her hot, tight sheath.

The door opened again. Pete made to move his hand from between Lisa’s legs, then seemed to think better of it. The fact that she was continuing to pump his stiff erection probably had something to do with it.

Janet had returned, and he gasped at the sight of her as she entered the room. She was wearing a tight, basque-like garment made entirely of shining, black rubber. The clinging material moulded itself over her pert, apple-sized breasts and her nipples were clearly defined. The shiny rubber accentuated her shapely form with its narrow waist and flat stomach. Even the outline of her navel could be discerned.

The erotic garment finished slightly above her crotch. Two suspenders were attached to the hem which supported black, fishnet stockings. Apart from a pair of black, high-heeled shoes Janet had chosen not to wear anything else.

Lisa glanced between her friend’s legs. The thick, luxuriant bush of dark, pubic hair glistened to signify her arousal. Pete just stared, open mouthed.

Janet stepped forward, and closed the door behind her. ‘What d’you think, Mister Postman?’ she asked in a sultry tone. ‘D’you like it?’

Lisa felt Pete’s cock throb and watched as a sliver of his cream slid down the long stalk and on to the back of her hand. She let go of him and held her hand up to Janet for inspection. ‘I think that answers your question,’ she laughed. She licked the sperm from her skin and lay back on the bed.

Janet giggled girlishly and crawled on to the bed to kneel by Pete’s side. She reached out and grasped his
erect
cock and squeezed it gently. ‘Mmm, that’s a nice one,’ she purred. ‘Mind if I join in?’

‘Course not,’ answered her friend, ‘and I’m sure Pete won’t mind, will you?’

Their lover merely shook his head as he watched Janet lazily move her hand up and down his hard shaft. Lisa cupped his balls with her palm and bent over to kiss him lightly on the mouth. ‘I told you we were close friends,’ she said.

Janet turned herself round, still kneeling at his side. In this position Pete was presented with the delightful view of her perfect bottom framed by the black, rubber basque, her suspenders and her stocking-tops. Lisa watched as he ran his fingers lovingly over her friend’s pert behind. She knew how much Janet loved to be caressed in this way. Janet took his cock into her mouth and began to suck it slowly, still gripping his shaft tightly by the root. Lisa moved her head down and rested her face against his muscular thighs. At first she simply watched her lovely friend suck on his stiffness, then she started to slide her tongue wetly over his balls and up and down the hard stalk.

Janet took her mouth from him and offered the plum-coloured end to Lisa, who took the prize gladly and engulfed it within her generous lips. She felt him run his fingertips along the cleft between her buttocks, up and down, teasing her sensitive sphincter with their light touch. She heard Janet moan softly. Lisa knew that, if Pete touched her friend’s anus, even for a second, it would be enough to drive Janet wild.

The two girls continued to lick and suck him for what seemed like ages. Pete appeared content just to lie back and gently fondle their upturned bottoms as they ministered to his needs. Occasionally, Lisa and Janet would allow their lips to meet and they would kiss passionately whilst still holding his thick cock
between
their mouths. To Lisa, this was the deepest intimacy that she could share with her friend.

Suddenly, Janet pulled her face away. ‘Oh, God,’ she sighed to Lisa, ‘he’s got his finger in my bum.’ She closed her eyes in ecstasy. Lisa kissed her mouth. She knew exactly what her friend needed.

Janet moved away from them and knelt on the large bed with her shoulders resting on the mattress and her bottom pushed high. She looked at Pete imploringly. ‘Fuck me, Mister Postman,’ she begged. ‘Fuck me hard!’

Pete was clearly in no mood to refuse her entreaties. He moved quickly to kneel behind her and gripped his cock by the root, ready to impale the lithe, suppliant form so blatantly offered to him. Lisa watched as his cock-head touched her friend’s hairy little pussy and he pushed in deep. Janet moved her body backwards immediately to meet his thrust. Despite the slightness of her frame she accommodated him easily in one, slow movement so that his groin pressed hard against her bottom. He began to slide his stiff rod slowly in and out of Janet’s succulence. Lisa knelt at his side and stroked his backside gently with her fingertips as if to encourage him. She kissed him tenderly on the mouth and took his hand to put to her breast. He fondled the soft, firm flesh as he thrust harder into the prone form of Janet. Lisa felt him stroke her own bottom with his free hand and sensed her skin turning to goose-flesh.

She looked down at Janet and their eyes met. She knew exactly what her friend wanted. She reached down and gripped Pete’s plunging stalk by the root and forced him to slow his movements to a stop. She eased his thick cock from the wetness of Janet’s cunt and put the bulbous head to her other, tiny hole. She knew that there would be no need for any lubrication
other
than her friend’s own juices. Janet was well used to this kind of lovemaking.

‘This is what she likes best,’ Lisa whispered to the astonished man. She pressed her hand against his backside and Pete pushed forward again. Both he and Lisa watched in fascination as he entered the tight, puckered orifice. Janet groaned loudly, so loud that Pete obviously thought that he was hurting her. He pulled from her quickly.

‘Are you all right?’ he asked as he leant over her trembling body.

‘Yes, yes, of course I am,’ Janet cried desperately. ‘Put it back in, put it back in! Fuck me up the arse!’

‘Wow,’ said Pete, both shocked and excited by her obscenities. Lisa parted her friend’s buttocks and grinned at him.

‘Go on,’ she coaxed, ‘she loves it.’

He moved himself back and pushed the thick, bulbous head of his cock once more against the tiny little hole. Lisa watched entranced as the tight sphincter opened under the pressure and he entered her again. The puckered flesh moulded itself around his shaft and gripped it just under the ridge.

‘Christ, she’s tight,’ he groaned as he grasped her upper thighs and pulled her towards him. ‘I’ve never done this before! I’ve never fucked a girl in the arse!’ He moved gently backwards and forwards, sinking his stalk deeper and deeper each time until, at last, Janet held his full length within her perfect bottom.

‘Oh, yes!’ she sighed. ‘Now give it to me hard, really give it to me!’

Lisa sat back, content for the moment to watch her friend enjoying her ultimate pleasure. Pete raised himself so that he squatted on the balls of his feet and hammered his groin against Janet’s backside. The slap of skin against skin resounded around the room.
Janet
moaned loudly with every hard thrust and Pete grunted like a wild animal as he fucked the most perfect bottom he was ever likely to see.

Lisa moved herself so that she sat with her legs on either side of the rutting couple with her hairless pussy less than an inch from Janet’s face. She mewed softly as her friend’s tongue began to lap hungrily at her engorged sex-lips. Pete watched in astonishment.

‘I don’t believe it,’ he panted, barely slowing the pace of his heavy thrusts into Janet’s rear. ‘You two are amazing!’

Lisa said nothing. Instead, she surrendered all her feelings and emotions to savour the delights of Janet’s tongue fluttering rapidly against her clitoris. Her friend was sweating heavily in her excitement and Lisa could smell the rubber of the basque. The scent intoxicated her.

Suddenly, the inevitable tremors of delight began to course through her body. The nerve-endings within her loins seemed to twist and tear at themselves, sending little electric shocks down the insides of her thighs. ‘I’m coming!’ she breathed, ‘I’m coming!’ She gripped the mattress tightly with her fingers and threw her head back. Her release was sudden, and tore at her very soul. She cried out involuntarily as her juices seemed to gush from her into her friend’s welcoming mouth. Janet licked furiously at her pulsating sex-lips and swallowed all that she could give. A sudden, muffled squeal from Janet told Lisa that she had joined her in her joy.

She looked wildly into Pete’s eyes. He was still banging himself hard against Janet’s backside. His body was soaked with sweat and his eyes were glazed.

‘Come over me!’ said Lisa, suddenly. ‘Come over my tits!’

Pete pulled his cock immediately from the tight grip of Janet’s anus and squatted across her back. Lisa caught hold of his stiffness and rubbed it furiously with both hands. She could smell her friend’s exotic scent, and it delighted her.

Pete’s expression turned into a grimace and, with a long, low moan he came. His cream jetted from his steel-hard, throbbing cock and soaked Lisa’s heaving mounds of flesh. Jet after jet of hot sperm spurted from him and streaked across her skin. Lisa gripped his balls with one hand and squeezed them tightly whilst continuing to pump his erection with the other. Gradually, the force of his ejaculations lessened and the last of his cream slipped over her fingers. She kissed the end of his slowly wilting phallus. Pete fell back suddenly which caused her to release his cock from her grip. More semen trickled from the swollen head of his cock and soaked the black rubber of Janet’s basque. Lisa bent forward and licked the cream from the sensuous material voraciously. The taste of the rubber was bitter-sweet, ideally complemented by the flavours of male release.

She moved herself round her friend’s kneeling body slowly as she licked every drop of juice from her. Then she slipped behind her and ran her tongue wetly over Janet’s anus, as though meaning to soothe her tortured flesh. Janet moaned softly. It was a very precious moment.

Pete sat back against some pillows and watched happily as the two girls continued to lick and caress each other’s bodies as they drifted down from their euphoria. They moved to one of their favourite positions, their heads between each other’s legs and their tongues savouring the delicate tastes of aroused femininity.

Soon, very soon, their caresses became more and
more
earnest. They began to claw and bite, hands roaming over bare flesh and fingers probing.

Neither Lisa nor Janet heard Pete dress and leave the flat.

JANET LAY BACK
on the bed and breathed slowly as she watched a fly buzzing lazily over her head. She felt a dull ache between her legs. It was a pleasant sensation, a gentle reminder of the delights which she, Lisa and their handsome visitor had enjoyed together.

She glanced across at the prone form of her lovely friend. As was usual after a frenetic bout of sexual excess, Lisa had fallen into a deep sleep, despite having only woken up a couple of hours previously. Janet gazed lustfully at the gorgeous blonde’s superb figure. Even though she was lying on her back her breasts jutted upwards and her nipples remained sharply erect. Janet reached forward and ran her fingertips lightly over the huge mounds of firm flesh. They were certainly big, and yet in no way matronly. Lisa’s breasts didn’t spread across her chest as happened to many women with what was often politely termed as a fuller figure. Instead they thrust forward arrogantly, as though begging to be touched.

They certainly got the attention. Janet smiled to herself as she thought about the countless times that she’d witnessed men almost fighting to get their trembling hands on her friend’s wonderful attributes and, for an instant, sensed a slight pang of envy. But no: she’d had the chance when the old man had worked his magic on her, and she’d opted for the
most
perfect, pert bottom a girl could possess. Large breasts were fine in their own way but, as Janet well knew, a man could just as easily be enslaved by the sight of her firm buttocks, especially when they were clad in tight denim or leather jeans or when they were sensuously outlined under sheer silk. She never wore panties, and this was usually quite obvious thanks to the normally clinging nature of her choice of clothing. On the few occasions when she wore a fuller skirt, she would always tremble with excitement as a lover fumbled under the loose garment, knowing his delight when his searching fingertips found no barrier between them and her wet pussy.

She was hot, and the rubber corset was beginning to feel decidedly uncomfortable. She unclasped the suspenders and rolled her stockings from her long, shapely legs, then peeled the restraining garment from her body. As she pulled it over her head her breath took in the strong, intoxicating scent of the sensuous material. She touched herself between her legs and breathed deeply. She pulled the garment free and held it to her face. Her tongue tasted the bitterness of the luxuriant material and she slipped the fingers of one hand inside her soft, wet sex-flesh. She lay back, still holding the rubber basque to her face and breathed in hard. The powerful aroma invaded her senses. She moved her fingers in and out of herself as she rubbed her thumb against the hard bud of her clitoris. She sucked the rubber as if it was a lover’s cock.

Lisa mumbled something in her sleep and turned herself over on the bed. Janet sat up, allowing the garment to slip from her face into her lap. She took her fingers from within her hot sex and threw the corset on to the floor. No more, she thought to herself, at least not for a little while.

Janet slipped from the bed and pulled on a small
pair
of shorts and a T-shirt then padded quietly out to the lounge. The curtains were drawn tightly against the daylight and the room was in near darkness. She stopped in her tracks. She knew that she hadn’t drawn the curtains before joining Lisa and Pete in the bedroom. Maybe their exhausted lover had done it before letting himself out. But why should he do such a thing?