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

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 2 of 2

... the time was never at home and therefore, with Rachel away at school during the week there had been plenty of opportunity to pursue our illicit affair. It was in these sweet wonderful times, before I had properly assessed her troubling character that she had introduced me to the more exotic pleasures of sexual congress, those delights for which, prior to her, I had absolutely no knowledge and certainly no inclination. When faced with their execution, in my naïve former state, I had balked in a manner that Samantha Barton found amusing. Disturbingly amusing, if I recall them in my quieter moments.

However, this moment was not one of my quieter moments as Rachel’s cries began to transmute from gravelly exhortations to full blown screams and my mouth's attention moved to her little clitoris, which had naturally emerged. So close were her sounds to those of her mother, that my right hand began to wander up to that part of her body which had provided such a source of ignorance to me. It’s digits tinkled across her taut hands, down past her right bum cheek and down to the increasingly warm leather of the stool. I needed better access to my goal, so placed both of my hands on the underside of her knees and lifted and widened their spread. ‘Put your hands here!’ I forcibly moved them to replace mine and pressed her thighs back, either side of her chest. This was a contortion that she easily adopted.

I continued my meal now with far fewer obstructions and Rachel did not ...

... relent in her vocalisation.

I recalled that such was Samantha’s experience, she made ingenious use of various scents and oils during sex. Some oils relaxed skin, some caused constriction, some caused a sudden frenzy of passion and some allowed access to forbidden regions. At this point in time however, with Rachel oozing her thick love juice over the next target area, I felt such fripperies unnecessary. Rachel’s screams intermingled with a gasp and an attempt to speak as my stiff index finger finally found her lightly puckered anus.

‘Mr…Mr. Richards! Her shaky voice protested, that’s…that’s my bottom!’

‘You deserve it you little slut!’ I growled as my finger tip rotated around the dull coloured wrinkles.

‘’But that is what…' her protestations went unfinished as the ridges on my fingerprints vibrated over the little forbidden opening. ‘Mr. Richards…you can’t…' this time with a surprisingly lack of resistance, my finger disappeared into her to the second knuckle. It triggered a cry of unexpected maturity from the girl. ‘Nurrgh! Fuck!’

I began my meal again, with the added thrill of a wriggling movement alien to that which Rachel’s generated, in that sweet tasting pussy of hers.

It was certainly not the object of this energy we were both expending, but the little girls screams started to become more staccato and her thighs started to shake. These are good solid signs for very experienced lovers, however to me their significance went over my head as I increased my ...