The Training of Fallen Angels (17 page)

Once they had all entered the library the door was closed behind them and they stood in a group at the
back
of the room. Madam Stone clapped her hands loudly. ‘Right, ladies,’ she barked. ‘Sit at the desks.’ The students obeyed, filling the room with the sounds of sliding chairs as they took their places.

Madam Stone stood in silence as they made themselves comfortable. Lisa surveyed the sea of faces with admiration. Although they were all at least seventeen or eighteen years of age, the uniforms made them appear much younger. They were all lovely, and some were positively beautiful.

The oriental girl who had so captivated Lisa when the group had arrived that morning had sat at the front of the rows of desks. From her vantage point, Lisa could glance under the desk. She had to bite her lip as she noticed that the gorgeous student’s legs were slightly parted to offer a tantalising glimpse of the tops of her black stockings and the tiny ‘V’ of her white panties. Lisa enjoyed sex with other women, of course, but she had never felt such a powerful desire for one of her own sex before. She looked back at the girl, and their eyes met. This time, the student didn’t look away but held her gaze and smiled coyly. Her legs opened a little further then she closed them quickly, as if realising her indiscretion. Lisa felt a familiar dampness between her own thighs and took a deep breath.

At last, Madam Stone broke the uncomfortable silence. ‘Ladies, you know why you are here. Your host, Mr Gee, has explained everything. Today we wish to learn about you. You must speak openly, always tell the complete truth and, above all, speak frankly. Grantham Manor is no place for shyness. Is that understood?’

A few of the girls nodded.

‘I said, is that understood?’ repeated their tutor. Her face was stern and her eyes glared angrily.

‘Yes,’ chorused a number of voices.

‘Yes madam!’ demanded the tall woman as she paced the floor. ‘My name is Heidi Stone, but you will always address me as madam, especially when I am having sex with you.’

Lisa noticed that a couple of the girls looked at each other apprehensively at these last words. Others seemed not in the least surprised, and a few looked positively excited at the prospect. She looked at the small, oriental student. Her legs were open again and her eyes were firmly fixed on Madam Stone’s dark features. The young girl allowed the tip of her tongue to play across her upper lip. Lisa’s immediate thought was how lovely it would be to have that same tongue fluttering over the hard bud of her clitoris. She looked at Janet. Her friend was sitting impassively, but Lisa knew that similar thoughts were probably going through her mind.

‘Hands up those of you who are virgins.’ There was some giggling at Madam Stone’s sudden command, but no arms were raised. ‘Come, now,’ she said in a softer tone, ‘don’t be shy. It is important that we know.’ Three hands were nervously raised, including that of the girl who had become the object of Lisa’s desire. ‘Good. Now perhaps we are getting somewhere. In future, if any of you do not answer mine or your other tutors’ questions immediately and truthfully you will be severely punished.’

‘May I ask a question, miss, er, madam?’ It was the oriental girl who spoke, her voice a lilting song to Lisa’s ears.

‘Ask,’ replied Madam Stone abruptly.

‘When you say virgins, do you mean with men?’

‘That is correct. I take it that you have had experiences with members of your own sex?’

‘Yes, madam.’

‘Do you like men?’

The young girl’s face was becoming flushed. ‘Oh yes, madam. It’s just that I’ve never had the opportunity to, to make love with a man.’ Her voice trailed off into a whisper and she looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

‘The opportunity to do what?’ Madam Stone’s tone was mocking. ‘Stand up, girl!’ she barked. ‘Now, repeat yourself, loudly, so that all the class can hear.’

The terrified girl stood at her desk. Lisa could plainly see that her tiny frame was shaking. ‘I said that I’ve never had the chance to make love with a man,’ she said in a slightly louder voice.

Madam Stone paced over to stand directly in front of the hapless girl. She towered over her and the young student was forced to bend her head right back just to look at her face. Her eyes were staring in terror but Madam Stone merely held her severe glare. Lisa couldn’t help feeling sorry for the student. She wanted to wrap her arms around her and protect her from this fearsome woman. ‘You mean that you have never had the opportunity to be
fucked
by a man! Isn’t that what you mean?’ The girl nodded self-consciously. ‘Speak up, girl!’ commanded Madam Stone.

‘Yes. madam,’ she said quietly.

‘Now say it – what haven’t you had the chance to do?’

The girl spoke her reply slowly, in nervous monosyllables. ‘Not had the chance to, to –’

‘Say it!’ commanded Madam Stone.

‘Say it,’ echoed Lisa to herself, willing the girl to end her torment.

‘To be fucked.’ As soon as the words left her mouth, the young girl buried her chin into her chest in shame, as though she had committed the most cardinal sin.

Madam Stone reached out with her hand and raised her face until she was looking directly into her eyes. ‘That’s right,’ she said, her tone unusually tender. ‘To be fucked by a big cock going into your virgin cunt.’ She stressed each of the obscenities as she stroked the softness of her student’s face. ‘They are just words, nice words, and you must use them. What’s your name?’

‘Sammy-Lynn,’ replied the girl, her voice a little more confident.

‘Well, Sammy-Lynn, by the end of this first day you will no longer be a virgin – none of you will. Grantham Manor is no place for virgins.’

Suddenly the tension that had been building up in the classroom was swallowed up by the sound of laughter. Madam Stone smiled broadly and walked over to rest her hand on Lisa’s shoulder. ‘Oh, and Sammy-Lynn,’ she continued, ‘from the way this young lady has been looking at you I feel that you may have plenty of chances to enjoy other diversions.’

It was Lisa’s turn to blush. She looked at Sammy-Lynn who grinned back at her, her large, brown eyes sparkling with delight.

‘Now,’ said Madam Stone as her voice once again took on an air of authority, ‘everybody stand.’ The students obeyed immediately, as did Lisa and Janet. ‘now, sit down if you have had fewer than five lovers.’ The three virgins sat down, as well as about six others. Madam Stone looked at them for a moment, obviously making mental notes. ‘Fewer than ten?’ Most of the others sat down, leaving just two standing, apart from Lisa and Janet. Madam Stone walked over to one of them, a tall, statuesque blonde with a slim figure which could have graced any catwalk. ‘Your name?’ she demanded.

‘Kelly.’

‘Kelly what?’ snapped Madam Stone.

The girl looked visibly shaken by her sudden change in tone. ‘Kelly, madam,’ she replied in a meek voice. She spoke with a cultured American accent.

‘That’s better. You will stay behind after the class, Kelly, and be punished for your impertinence. Now, how many lovers have savoured this delightful body of yours?’

‘Eighteen, madam,’ said the girl gently. Madam Stone nodded and walked over to the other standing figure. She, too, was tall but very buxom and of apparent Mediterranean origins.

‘And what is your name?’

‘Serita, madam,’ replied the girl, stressing the last word firmly. ‘I’ve had twenty-six male lovers.’

‘And females?’

‘Probably about the same.’

Madam Stone grinned with satisfaction as she walked back to stand before the class. Lisa and Janet resumed their seats. ‘Kelly, you may sit down. Serita, come to the front of the class.’ The dark-haired student moved nervously through the rows of desks to stand next to her tutor. Her face was strong, her nose slightly too large, but her mouth was full. Her large, bra-free breasts forced her blazer apart and the striped tie lay suggestively between them. Her pleated skirt was a little too short and revealed the darkness of her stocking-tops and, despite her flat shoes, she was almost as tall as Madam Stone herself.

Madam Stone walked slowly around the standing figure, examining her as though she was a slave in an ancient marketplace. ‘You clearly enjoy sex,’ she said, presently. ‘I wonder if we’ll be able to teach you much.’

‘My father, the Ambassador, thinks I am still a
virgin
, madam. It was he who suggested that I come here. I truly believe that it will be a waste of my time.’

‘Really? Well, let us see what you can do, Serita.’ Madam Stone picked up a small handbell from a nearby table and rang it briskly. Almost immediately, the door opened and Mike walked in, wearing nothing but a tiny, leather pouch which was already bulging in a ludicrous manner. The students gasped audibly at the sight of his slim but muscular body as he walked up to face the class. He stood still for a moment as though posing, with a grin that seemed to stretch from ear to ear. Serita eyed him cautiously, then her mouth opened slightly and she wet her lips with her tongue. He looked back at her, and Lisa could see that his bulge was growing by the second. For a moment she felt a little envious.

‘Now, Serita,’ said Madam Stone as she took a seat next to Lisa and Janet, ‘show the class how you would satisfy a man like Mike.’

Serita looked across at her incredulously. ‘You mean you want me to fuck him, here, in front of everybody?’

‘Is there a problem with that?’ said Madam Stone, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to have full sex before a group of goggle-eyed teenagers.

Serita shook her head. ‘I can’t, I can’t,’ she wailed. ‘Sex is a private thing.’

Madam Stone stood up again. ‘Go back to your seat, young lady,’ she said in a clearly exasperated tone. ‘You too will be punished after the class.’ Mike watched with genuine disappointment showing on his face as the beautiful, uniform-clad girl returned to her desk through a gauntlet of chuckling colleagues. ‘You have upset our handsome friend,’ continued the tutor. ‘You have been told already that you must never refuse anything. By the end of this week you will all
have
become proud of your sexuality and will delight in exhibiting your new-found prowess. But now we have a small problem. Mike is frustrated. He fully expected sex when he heard my bell. Whatever shall we do?’

She looked slowly round the class. Lisa smiled to herself at the thought of Mike being frustrated. She knew full well that he had spent most of the previous night in the company of one of the American couples.

‘We could masturbate him, madam,’ said a small voice from the back.

Madam Stone grinned. ‘You mean to say we could give him a nice wank? No, I think Mike deserves more than that. What do you think, Lisa?’

She looked directly at Lisa, her eyes wide and taunting. Her meaning was clear. Lisa stood up and removed her jacket, then unbuttoned the front of her blouse. She quickly shook the garment from her shoulders to reveal her massive breasts and hard, erect nipples. She smiled proudly at the gasps of admiration from the group. She then unbuttoned the top of her trousers and eased the zip down, at the same time kicking off her shoes. She let the slacks fall to the floor and she was naked, save for a pair of black, hold-up stockings.

Determined to practise what she had learnt recently, she walked slowly around Mike and stared into his eyes. He looked down at her heaving breasts. ‘God, I love your tits,’ he whispered under his breath. She grinned and took hold of one of them and raised the nipple to his mouth. He sucked it greedily and took hold of her other heavy mound and gripped it tightly in his large hand. His other hand went to touch her bald pussy but she pushed it away and moved from him. She turned her back to him and faced the class, then moved backwards until she felt the bulge of his
leather
-covered crotch pressing against her bottom. He gripped her by the waist and forced himself even harder against her. She heard his heavy breathing and could feel the stiffness of his erection between her buttocks. Her pussy throbbed, and she could feel the lips opening in anticipation of the joys to come.

She took hold of his wrists and pulled his hands from her waist and then moved from him again. She turned her back to the class and looked at him mockingly. His cock was jutting forward and was pushing the leather pouch clear of his groin. She could see his hairy balls and a good few inches of his erection. ‘Christ, Lisa,’ he hissed through clenched teeth, ‘I want you.’

‘You’ll have to wait,’ she replied as she moved to stand behind him.

‘I’m gonna come.’

‘Don’t you dare,’ she growled. ‘You’re not going to deny the girls a good show.’

‘Then let me fuck you! What’s the matter with you?’

‘All in good time.’ She held on to his shoulders from behind and licked his back wetly. He shuddered. She pressed herself against him so that he could feel the wetness between her legs against his firm buttocks. She slipped her hands down and circled his waist, then caressed his groin lightly, taking care not to touch his ragingly hard erection. The entire class sat in total silence, scarcely daring to breath. Lisa ran her tongue slowly down his backbone until she was crouching behind him with her face less than an inch from his bottom. She gripped the strands of leather that circled his waist and gradually eased the pouch down until his cock sprang free from its constraint and slapped against his belly. A chorus of girlish cheers echoed around the room.

She kissed each of his taut buttocks in turn, then ran her tongue over them to trace their shape. At the same time, she ran her hands up and down his strong thighs. Occasionally, she would allow her hand to lightly touch his heavy sac, then quickly move it away, teasing him mercilessly.

She noticed Madam Stone watching her every move closely. She was desperate to take him inside her, but she knew that she had something to prove, to show her tutor that she had learnt well. She stopped caressing Mike’s thigh with one of her hands and put it to her own soaking pussy. She wet her fingers with her copious juices and put one to his anus, then eased it in gently. Mike groaned. She removed her finger and licked him between his buttocks. She savoured his scent and the taste of her own arousal.