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

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 2 of 2

... did not approve.

‘What! Are you becoming aroused little girl!’ I scolded. ‘You filthy little bitch!’ I swept aside the two curtains of her shirt just at the point where her breath puffed out her chest in with a new influx of desire. Her breasts displayed themselves to me in all of their post pubescent glory.

As creation and the wonders of natural ***********ion had provided for me, so those same forces had provided for her. Skin, collagen and other membranes seemed to abide by no known biological laws with this girl. Breasts, that by rights, should have hung like soft water balloons, thrust themselves toward me. The nipples, pointing vaguely upward and outward, alighted on wonderful, rounded sweeping structures that danced and bounced with her fear and desire. They were the ultimate feeding station for her future young.

My expression of delight in finding such a wonder, transferred itself to Rachel. However, the satisfaction of her wishes was not an avenue I was willing to walk. I glared into her face and grasped each ergonomically perfect handful, rubbing my thumbs over her proud nipples. I was excited by the reddening of her cheeks, and the inescapable look of fear on her face. I drew my hand back and struck her left breast firmly. A loud smack echoed around the room.

‘Huh…ow!” she cried, staring straight into my eyes. I repeated the blow.

‘You are a dirty, disgusting, rude and badly behaved little girl!’ I growled. Striking the other breast, which remained ...

... it’s natural colour.

‘Oh, Mr. Richards, I will be good! I promise I will be good!’

I removed her offending blouse and moved my head down to observe her bounty more closely. Her left breast formed a cone in my hand, the nipple protruding between my thumb and forefinger. I stuck out my tongue and licked the end, sending a shudder through her body and causing a light whimper from her.

‘Please don’t, Mr. Richards. Please don’t lick my nipples. Please!’

It was inevitable that such talk would have exactly the opposite of her desired effect. I greedily popped the other, very prominent nipple into my mouth and pinched the first tightly.

‘Nngh!’ she expressed. Her face tightening with illicit feelings.

‘You must be punished Rachel!’ I growled after detaching from my delectable morsel. ‘It is For your own good!’

‘But I don’t want to be punished!’ The little girl whimpered.

My hands left her and I moved them to my fly buttons. ‘Get on your knees girl!’ I instructed.

‘I’m sorry sir, so sorry.’

‘I think that it is too late for that Rachel.’

I undid my fly, allowing my under-pressure penis to make a bid for freedom and moved my fingers to my shirt buttons, the garment of which I promptly removed, while glowering at the nervous pupil before me. Her eyes moved to the expanse of my chest and the natural definition of my stomach muscles and betrayed a flash of excitement in the midst of the fear I wished to instil.

My heavy cotton trousers fell from my hips ...