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

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 2 of 2

... and thrust my penis outward toward her.

‘Take those big fucking tits, and wrap them around my cock!’ I instructed. The girl whimpered a little from my tone, but slowly complied, placing her hands underneath her large, free moving breasts and moved them forward to encapsulate nearly all of my fierce upright pole.

From what must have been instinct, she allowed some of the cock generated sputum to land on my penis and then looked up at me tearfully. ‘Mr. Richards,' she asked pathetically, ‘what do I do now?’

The notion that she could not put two and two together in this situation I found surprising, but nonetheless, I gave her a step by step de***********ion her required duties. ‘Move those big fucking tits up and down and wank my cock with them, you stupid bitch!’ I replied.

As with her masturbation and fellatio, Rachel was a natural, it seemed. As the inner quadrant of her marvels kissed away at my long cock, so my foreskin flip-flopped backward and forward over it’s vulnerable interior, lubricated by the pre-applied spittle, and her sweat, on this humid day.

It would not be a surprise that this act of external copulation generated wave after wave of poorly withheld pleasure in my nervous system. So much so, that I began to feel the very first indications of the ultimate end that would surely, in time, come. But my young charge could not feel what I felt, how could she? So it came as some surprise that upon the very first flush of these feelings, Rachel, ...

... obviously quite arbitrarily, slowed her previously frenetic movements, and thereby hushed the delivery of my delight.

I gulped as the brakes went on and issued a groan of timid frustration. I must reassert control, I could not let this little vixen become comfortable. I commanded her again. ‘Stand up! You little fucking tart!’

‘What are you going to do Mr. Richards?’ Rachel asked.

I gave her a definitive answer. ‘I am going to strip away those little panties of yours, you are going to open up your pussy lips and I am going to stick my tongue deep inside that dirty fucking cunt!’

Rachel’s face changed from fear to shock as she heard my graphic de***********ion. This was the effect I wanted and taking the opportunity, I manhandled her upright, turned her and undid the zip on the back of her short skirt. The garment fell away to the floor and, once discarded I fulfilled my promised action with regard to her underwear. I pulled them down violently and turned my protégée in order to better observe her region of delight.

My wife’s vagina, when she is in the mood to allow free observation, and though small and rather misshapen, is flanked by a pair of off-coloured, rather meaty flanges. It is only on special occasions that both I and her have the necessary excitement to engage in cunnilingus, such is the visual barrier. Samantha Barton however, had a vagina of such striking symmetry, and outward parts so delicate that it was very difficult to tear oneself away. She also had ...