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

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 2 of 2

... no inhibitions when it came to showing me, and possessed the sweet taste that my wife did not have. That drew a lover along. Like a bloodhound. Her daughter in this respect, did not disappoint, with the additional benefit that while Samantha’s fine red flesh did not autonomously react to the touch, presumably by overuse, Rachel’s did and quivered under my mere breath.

I pushed her back so that she sat on the end of the piano stool and, as her bare bottom met the green leather her arms rotated behind to stabilise her position. This caused her legs to lift and separate and her chest from which her breasts had previously cantilevered, became an inclined platform from which those of large orbs rose, like dough. Her elevated breath caused them to tremble, and her sweet puckish nipples to pulsate red with desire.

I looked down at her legs, which relaxed into their new semi elevated pose, and swept my hand up the inside of her right calf, past the knee, then lightened my touch with my nails on the inside of her thigh. I looked intently into her face. Her lower lip had protruded and reddened further under my touch. I repeated my action with her other leg; the girls face lifted, her eyes closed and that prominent bottom lip trembled. In my current mood, I wanted that trembling to be in fear. I descended to my knees and placed my hand on each inner thigh, pushing them apart. ‘Now, girl! I Do what you were told and stretch that pussy apart for my fucking tongue!’ there was no ...

... immediate response from the girl apart from a mild and pathetic little yelp. This satisfied me but I felt more encouragement was need. ‘Stretch out your fucking cunt!’ I repeated in a threatening tone. She moved her arms, lowering her torso, and her little hands moved in a V to the skin either side of her rouge-washed pussy, while she gave little whimpers of distress. At last the skin began to move asunder and the wonderful cleft that will I am sure, in time, give so much wonderful pleasure to so many, drifted wide. A new and wonderful scent wafted from the new opening which enticed, with it’s dark depths. I breathed in and allowed the air into my nostrils and into my lungs. That oxygen of hers was food to my madness.

‘What, what are you going to do Mr. Richards?’ I found the notion that she had forgotten my carefully explained process inexplicable. I struck the inside of her thigh. The expanse of her flesh in this part projected this sound, with the loud sharp scream she emitted, around the room.

‘I am going to stick my tongue into your cunt, you stupid bitch!’ I scolded her, she responded with an irrelevant protest.

‘No, no…please, please…Mr.Richar…'

My mouth made contact with her juicy vagina with a crash, and my tongue immediately went to work resulting in a series of husky wordless cries from the girl. ‘Hor, hor, hor…' she wailed deeply as I investigated her insides.

Rachel’s mother had been the education that I had neglected when I was young. Her husband at ...