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

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 2 of 2

... and onto the floor. I stepped out of them, and while my underpants were necessarily not of the modern, skimpy variety, they still struggled to constrain the writhing package within, which peeped over the top, impishly. I was unhappy with the look of lust this sight had delivered, and pushed the truculent schoolgirl to her knees using her exposed shoulders. ‘Lower them.’ I instructed.

‘But that would mean I will be able to see your, your…'

’Cock!’ I completed her sentence. ‘You will be doing more than looking at it girl!’

Her hand nervously moved to the side of my underpants and her fingers looped around the waistband, moving the strong fabric against the underside of my partially exposed glans. As the rough elastic scraped along the underside, the edifice lowered, seemingly growing all the while, until finally the entirety of the encapsulated head, shaft, hair covered root and low, dangling balls were visible to the half naked teen. The underwear disappeared past the knees and followed the same fate as their outer garment.

Her twitching shoulders betrayed a forbidden wish to know my monster better. It was not the reaction I thought necessary. I wanted her to cower before it, on her knees. I wanted her to tremble with anxiety. What I saw was a girl who, though familiar with male organs, was presented with one of a size that intimidated, yet excited her. I slapped her across the face in order to generate my wishes.

‘Eeek!’ she squealed, and her face changed from ...

... lustfully placid to shocked and disturbed. This was much more acceptable.

‘Wank it!’ I ordered.

‘But, I don’t know how Mr. Richards.’ I knew this was not true and slapped her again. I repeated my instruction in more detailed form but with the same stern expression.

‘Take hold of my cock and move the skin over it backwards and forwards, you little slut!’ I demanded.

She complied with the first part of my instructions, with room to spare, with an inch of shaft visible below, between and above her small hands that struggled to fold around my manhood’s circumference.

‘Like this Mr. Richards?’ she asked nervously. I smacked her across the face for the third time. Just so that she would understand who was in charge.

‘Now, up and down little bitch!’ I spat.

It didn’t take long for my sap drenched bell end to make an appearance. It shone into view as my foreskin flapped back and forth with Rachel’s enthusiastic manipulation. There was a very slight possibility that this little girl might assume some kind of control in this situation and my mind circulated around the possibilities in which this eventuality would not occur. ‘God! You filthy bitch!’ I growled at her. ‘You are a dirty slut, just like your fucking mother.’

‘I’m sorry Mr. Richards, but I’m not very experienced, I will be better, I promise.’

This girl was far from inexperienced. This girl instinctively understood pressure and tempo. I was anxious to move to a less tolerable punishment. I grasped ...