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

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 2 of 2

... this time.’

I didn’t recognize it at the time, but control had shifted. Maybe I should have put my penis away and left that house. Maybe I should never have started this. Both thoughts flew through my brain as Rachel drew my now throbbing cock towards her. It re-lodged and I thrust forward, hard.

My recollection of this sequence of lovemaking was uncertain. Every ounce of my energy was devoted to the most honest sequence of movements a man can make. Without the out of control passion I had developed they were movements of physical labour, but with that passion, they were actions of the most sublime and cultured artist. I was not ready for Rachel’s next request.

‘Mr. Richards, do you want me to milk your cock?’

I could not believe it when waves of compression and relaxation moved up and down my deeply buried cock. ‘What! What!’ I have expressed aloud.

‘Oh, yes, Mr. Richards. Your cock is so good to milk!’

There was no way that she could have learned this from a bunch of teenagers on holiday. My mind whirled, it could only be…only be…her own mother! She must have taught her these skills.

The truth descended in a orgasmic catastrophe. My balls clenched, my prostate fired and the sperm that had ...

... been frothing inside my testes burst out inside the vagina of the fertile, buxom little girl, and squirted upward into it’s upper regions, soaking her reproductive organs with my valuable and potent sperm.

These deliveries were deep inside and the young girl dramatically gasped and cooed as they were made, and all of the time those tremulous vaginal walls worked their obviously well practiced magic and I shouted my dying pleasure into the warm air.

As the mist cleared and the light of what I had done dawned on me, Rachel propped herself on her elbows and widened her legs, and I meekly withdrew my cock which plopped out with a soft thud on the leather stool. My disengagement was followed by a small dribble of sperm from Rachel’s loose twitching vagina. It was the very tip of the iceberg of what I had pumped into her.

My God! I thought, what had I done. But now at least I might conceivably still escape, somehow. I was wrong. Very, very wrong. Rachel gleamed back, past my head.

‘Hello Mummy!’

I froze in sudden fear.

‘What in hell’s name is going on here!’ I heard Samantha Barton scream.

‘Mummy, Mummy, I've been good girl. I’ve done all of the things you said I should do.’

The End

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