Rachel's Music Lesson Part 2 of 2 - Sex Stories

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 2 of 2

... each side of her head firmly. ’Now, suck it!’

‘Put it in my mouth Mr. Richards?’ she had questioned me. I did not like this. I slapped her again, this self confident cheek would not do.

‘Yes, in your fucking mouth!’ I said aggressively.

‘But it is so big, I won’t get it in.’

This was obviously not said to excite me, how could it? She was a mere schoolgirl. Surely it was a statement of fact from the girl. Yet, despite these protests, I pulled her head toward my fiercely horizontal penis and pressed her reluctant mouth against it’s point. After a number of bumpy attempts, her lips finally yielded and the wonderful glow of her soft insides expressed themselves over my bell end. Immediately, her tongue began to investigate, traversing the expanse of my wide glans, delving and exploring. But, no sooner had she started, she stopped. It was obvious to me that the trauma of being force fed this monstrosity was overwhelming. She tried to emit her protests as I forced it deeper, and I began to become satisfied with the correction that I delivered to her. Her hands started to slap my buttocks, but this was simply a signal for me to begin moving my hips out, and swiftly back in. I was fucking her petite mouth, the sensation was glorious and raised my eyes to the heavens above.

‘Fuck! Yes, you little tart. Take it!’ I Bellowed as low pitched groans of discomfort from the girl waved over my buried penis. I looked down and was surprised to see exactly how much of my shaft ...

... was, or to be more accurate, wasn’t visible and this depth was mirrored by the new soft constriction that I felt gently pinching my bell end. My cock was so deep that it had entered that further realm. It was treatment that her mother had applied to me all of those years ago. On several occasions, she had spent our entire session of intercourse in such activity constantly monitoring my elevated state and adjusting her pace and enthusiasm accordingly. In spite of my utter distaste for the mores and manners of that woman, those attributes, and the other more advanced techniques she possessed, had kept me devoted for far, far too long. Now, it seemed, her daughter had inherited the same natural skill. As soon as my mind realized this disturbing reality I withdraw my penis in a big sweeping movement. It scraped out, gently touched her chin and bounced, hard and elastic pointing at her chest.

The exit was followed by a line of thick drool that dangled from her bottom lip and her eyes, wet with crocodile tears, followed my manhood’s beat, up and down.

‘Mr. Richards, your cock was in my throat. I couldn’t breathe!’ she stated. Though giving all of the outward appearance of desperation, I still felt that this girl was not succumbing to my chastisement in that manner I wished. I slapped her wet face again.

“Dirty bitch!’ I whispered aggressively. ‘I am supposed to teach you lessons.’

‘Yes Mr. Richards, sorry Mr. Richards.’ The girl replied.

I sat back on the leather stool ...