The Training of Fallen Angels (9 page)

Lisa kissed her clitoris again, then circled it with her tongue. Then she began to flick the end of her tongue rapidly against it in a way that she knew drove women wild. She could hear the woman breathing deeply. She slid her tongue down along the full length of the pouting lips then back up, at the same time sucking the flesh and swallowing the copious juices.

Suddenly, Madam Stone pushed her away and sat up angrily. ‘Like I said, you have much to learn!’

‘I don’t understand,’ said Lisa as she felt the tears welling up behind her eyes. ‘I thought you were enjoying what I was doing!’

‘Lie back, Lisa Angel, and I will teach you how to suck and lick a cunt. But first – look at my face.’ With that, she pushed her tongue out from her wide mouth. Lisa watched in astonishment as she curled it and pushed it further until she licked under her own chin. It was easily the longest tongue that she had ever seen. Lisa felt a twinge of anticipation between her legs and lay back expectantly against the pile of pillows with her legs spread wide apart.

Madam Stone knelt between Lisa’s legs and gazed pointedly at her pussy, then reached forward and ran all four fingertips of one hand along the soaked cleft
between
her exquisitely tender sex-lips. Lisa closed her eyes in order to savour the sensation.

‘Watch!’ demanded her tormentor. ‘You must watch everything that I do!’

Lisa snapped her eyes open fearfully to see the beautiful woman smoothing the tips of her wet fingers across her own mouth, as if applying a soothing ointment to the thick lips. She ran her long tongue around her fingers and tasted Lisa’s juices. The expression on her face proved that she found the flavour much to her liking.

‘The secret of giving good oral sex, whether to a male or female partner can be summed up with the letters ATTS – Arouse, Tease, Torment and Satisfy. You will do well to remember this phrase; it relates to most things of a sexual nature. Say the words, Lisa.’

‘Arouse, tease, torment and satisfy,’ said Lisa, obediently.

‘Good.’ Madam Stone moved from the bed and walked over to the window. She peered out for a few moments. Lisa gazed hungrily at her silhouetted form. Her mouth went dry as she surveyed the near-conical shape of her large breasts and exceptionally long nipples, the tightness of the leather basque and the firmly thrusting buttocks that seemed to be defying gravity. She wanted to taste that lovely, hairy pussy again – no, that was the wrong word. Between Madam Stone’s legs was a ravenous, succulent
cunt
. Lisa was beginning to understand.

Her tutor turned to face her. ‘Now,’ she said, firmly, ‘for the first stage – arousal.’

‘I think I’m already aroused enough,’ said Lisa, grinning.

Madam Stone flashed her a severe glare. ‘Let us understand something from the outset, Lisa Angel.
I
will
decide when you are aroused. From now on, you will not speak unless in answer to my questions. Understand?’

Her powerfully authoritarian tone of voice forced the smile from Lisa’s face immediately, and she involuntary brought her legs together and folded her arms across her lap. She felt distinctly vulnerable in her naked state but, at the same time, she had a strange feeling of excitement and anticipation.

‘I said, do you understand?’ Madam Stone was standing at the bedside, now, her hands on her hips and her legs firmly apart. Lisa nodded meekly and hunched her knees against her breasts with her arms wrapped around her legs. She felt the warm trickle of her juices slip from her pussy to dampen the bed beneath her. Madam Stone sat on the edge of the bed and reached out with both hands. She gripped Lisa’s wrists and tugged them from her knees. At first, Lisa showed a little resistance, then allowed her arms to fall to her sides.

‘Spread your legs wide apart, Lisa, and don’t close them again.’ Lisa moved her thighs apart slowly. ‘Wider, girl!’ commanded her tormentor. She obeyed immediately. The muscles of her inner thighs began to ache slightly as she was forced to display herself blatantly. Madam Stone leant forward and gazed at her pussy. ‘Such a beautiful thing,’ she purred. ‘I wonder how many stiff cocks have sunk into that welcoming little hole.’

‘I, I don’t know,’ said Lisa, truthfully.

‘Silence!’

Lisa began to tremble with an incongruous combination of nervousness and intense sexual excitement. The powerful woman moved her head further forward and Lisa raised her hips slightly almost automatically. The expected kiss of the thick lips
against
her hot, moist sex didn’t come. Instead, Madam Stone moved away from her and sat back on the edge of the bed.

The most effective method of arousal is when neither partner makes any form of physical contact whatsoever. The use of the right words, facial expressions or movements can be far more exciting than even the most expert of caresses. The longer that you can resist the temptation to touch your partner, particularly in a sexual way, the more you will increase the desire and soon have her or him begging you to do just that.

‘Why do you think that men and women enjoy striptease shows? If the performers merely walked on to the stage stark naked and cavorted about they would soon lose their audiences. People prefer to see them fully clothed, gradually revealing more and more of their bodies. Will they actually take off that final tiny G-string? Will they reveal a nice, hairy little cunt or an erect cock? So it is with seduction and arousal. For a man, the greatest pleasure in sex is the conquest of an erstwhile impossible dream. The joy a man feels after a long and arduous seduction as he at last enters the tightness of a virgin’s wet sheath cannot be bettered. But, if she had been willing from the start, if she had made it clear that she would allow him to fuck her, then the pleasure would not be so intense.

‘Men, of course, are happy to sink their cocks into any hole, given the opportunity. Most men are easy to seduce, especially if the seductress is as beautiful as you, dear Lisa. But some can be put off by blatant approaches, and these represent the greatest and most delightful of challenges. Think about the last ten or so men who have made love to you. No doubt you thoroughly enjoyed the sex, but do you remember any of them especially? No? Or perhaps there was
one
. Think hard, Lisa. Is there one that you can remember with particular fondness?’

‘Simon,’ replied Lisa, quietly as she recalled the youthful innocence of a virginal conquest a few months previously. She smiled to herself as she pictured Simon’s face and remembered his nervous fumblings and his delightful lack of finesse.

‘Who was Simon?’

‘Just a young man,’ replied Lisa softly. ‘I was his first lover.’

‘Exactly. He was probably the worst lover you have ever had, but you remembered him, not because of his sexual prowess, but because of the sheer eroticism of the moment. Think of your position now, Lisa. You are lying on the bed, naked, with your legs wide open. You are listening to a woman who is a complete stranger talk about sex, a subject dear to your heart. You know that I am going to lick you – at least, you hope I am – because I have already told you that this lesson concerns oral sex. But you assumed that the instruction would merely focus on different ways to run your tongue around a hard clitoris or suppliant sex-lips.

‘But, perhaps I don’t want to lick you. Maybe I’ve licked enough female crotches for one day. Do you want me to lick you?’

‘Yes,’ said Lisa, almost in desperation.

‘Why?’

‘I don’t know. I just do.’

‘Is it because you need to feel a tongue against you?’

‘No, it’s more than that. I can’t explain.’

‘But you want me desperately, don’t you? You want to feel my tongue sliding in and out of your hot little cunt and lapping over your stiff bud until you come, don’t you – don’t you?’

‘Yes, yes!’ Lisa was shaking with lust and anticipation by now, and knew that she would be willing to do anything for this dominating woman.

‘Well, I might but, then again, I might not.’ Madam Stone rose from the bed and walked back to look nonchalantly out of the window.

‘Please, Madam Stone, please,’ begged Lisa. The tall woman turned towards her and smiled mockingly.

‘Now comes the next part. Can you remember?’

‘Teasing?’

‘Teasing. Your partner is now fully aroused, and yours to command. But if you throw yourself on him or her, if you give way to your own cravings the magic will be lost. You must maintain the doubts for as long as you can. Talk about other things, but keep the conversation firmly centred on sex. Do you still have sexual fantasies, Lisa?’

‘Yes, although I think I’ve fulfilled most of them.’

‘That can be a problem when a girl is as uninhibited and promiscuous as you are. Fantasies are usually better than reality.’

‘Not always, I –’

‘Tell me, what’s your favourite fantasy at the moment?’

Lisa thought hard. What she had said was true. In a very short time she had managed to fulfil virtually every dream that it was possible to imagine. Men, women, multiple partners, orgies, hugely endowed men, wild, suppliant girls; there was little that she could think of that she hadn’t enjoyed in reality.

‘Well?’ Madam Stone was becoming impatient.

Lisa suddenly remembered something that she had thought about a few days earlier. ‘There is one,’ she said, slowly, ‘but it’s silly, mainly because it’s impossible.’

‘Go on,’ said her tutor, sitting once more on the bed and resting her arm on Lisa’s knee.

‘Well, I’ve often fantasised about being a guy, you know, a really handsome man with a body to die for and a huge cock. I wake up one morning and find that I’ve suddenly changed into this stud, but still with the same thoughts and desires that I have as a woman.’

‘It’s a very common fantasy.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes. Most people dream of having a different body, younger, older, fatter, thinner. Men often fantasise about their cocks growing to ludicrous proportions and women dream of larger breasts or thinner waists. But it is quite usual for a man or woman to try to imagine what it would be like to be the opposite sex, and these thoughts often develop into fully grown fantasies. Tell me, what happens in your fantasy?’

‘I’m dancing with a beautiful young girl in a night club. There are hundreds of people all around us, and I’m pressing my body hard against her so that she can feel my huge erection. Suddenly, she unzips me and takes it out, and makes me fuck her, there and then, in front of the crowd.’

As she was talking, Madam Stone began to smooth the palm of her hand against Lisa’s inner thigh. The trembling, naked blonde watched as she moved her fingertips to within an inch of her crotch, then as they circled the area without touching any of her tenderest flesh. Her mouth felt dry and she swallowed hard.

‘Is this torment?’ she asked in a whisper.

‘You are learning quickly,’ replied Madam Stone. She knelt between Lisa’s outstretched legs and moved her face forward. She pushed out her tongue and drew a trail of saliva along the inside of Lisa’s thigh.
Then
she turned her head and did the same to the other leg, this time moving her tongue to lick along the top of her thigh, over her hip-bone and on to her stomach. She quickly found Lisa’s navel with the tip of her tongue, then drew her tongue lower, lower, until it was agonisingly close to Lisa’s throbbing pussy. Lisa could feel her tormentor’s breath against her ragingly sensitive clitoris. She began to breathe heavily and beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. She raised her bottom from the bed in an attempt to force her crotch against her lover’s mouth but Madam Stone simply moved her head away and began licking the inside of her thighs again.

Lisa gasped in exasperation. The other woman raised her head and grinned malevolently. Then she moved her face down again, this time grasping Lisa’s ankles and raising her legs high into the air. Lisa felt that she would scream as the long tongue slipped and slithered over her smooth skin, down and down, ever closer. Madam Stone licked her buttocks gently and allowed her tongue to flutter from one to the other without delving into the cleft between. Then she was circling her pussy again, moving the tip of her tongue round and round as her hot breath burned against Lisa’s tender flesh.

‘Lick it, you bitch! Lick it!’ Lisa was surprised at the strength of her words, but enough was enough. Madam Stone drew back and regarded her haughtily. Lisa sensed that she had gone too far.

‘I’m sorry, I –’ she began. A tear of frustration slipped down her cheek.

Madam Stone’s expression changed from one of stern anger to one of kindness. ‘And now, satisfaction,’ she said as she moved her head back between Lisa’s legs. When her face was inches from her ultimate goal she stopped and glanced up at Lisa’s
flushed
face. ‘Satisfaction, but with a little torment. Watch.’

Lisa looked on as the woman pushed out her long tongue towards her soaking wet cunt. She gasped loudly as the tip touched the engorged lips and watched in fascination as it slid deep inside her like a soft, wet prick. Her lover pressed her mouth hard against her crotch and moved her tongue in and out of her hot sheath with long, slow and deliberate strokes. The sight of the beautiful, black face pressed against her pussy and the feelings deep in her loins as the tongue circled and probed inside her were bringing her rapidly to the point of release. She began to shake noticeably.

‘Yes, yes,’ she breathed, ‘oh, God, yes!’

Suddenly, Madam Stone pulled away from her and sat back on her haunches. She fixed her stare on Lisa’s pleading eyes.

‘What are you doing?’ begged the trembling blonde. ‘I was nearly coming!’

‘I said that there would be torment as well as satisfaction. Look hard into my eyes.’

Lisa couldn’t have torn her gaze away from the deep, brown pools if she’d wanted to. ‘Please,’ she said tearfully, ‘I want to come.’

‘You are going to come, Lisa, I promise. Look at me. Force yourself; push! Think of my tongue, deep in your cunt. Think of me licking around inside you. Don’t touch yourself. Strain your muscles, force that come out of your body. That’s it!’