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

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 2 of 2

... intensity of licking and finger thrusting. The inevitable and unrecognized moment came suddenly with a wall of liquid that first met my face and then jetted into the air. It was followed by guttural animal sounds that made the undampened piano strings ring out and a series of shocks and shivers that vibrated those lovely breasts. I lifted my head and looked at the source of the fountain. It opened and closed at me, like the mouth of a carp.

I was tempted to move be on to the next stage of this girl’s punishment, but kind hearted as I am, I allowed her a short period of acclimation. ‘Oh, Mr. Richards!’ the girl said, at last after recovering her breath. ‘That was so, so…' I stood between her now descended legs and let my cock drop between them with a wet thwack. Naturally, I anticipated some expression of fear from the prostrate and post savoured girl. All I received back was a wide eyed stare of devilish excitement. I hit down again with my truncheon, clubbing the little vixen’s private parts, hard. However, this only made that flush on her cheeks deeper, and that pouting mouth more tremulous.

I reached forward and slapped her round face thinking this would stop this insolence, it only changed her face into an expression of untamed lust. Pulling her to her feet and turning her, I decided on a more corrective approach and without too much effort I coerced her I to a position where her knee supported her weight on the stool, her left leg stabiliser her on the floor and ...

... her breasts dangled, stretching half way to the green leather. I reached around and squeezed them hard, feeling their weight, then slapped them both hard, enjoying the little cries of pain she croaked out.

In the midst of this discipline, Rachel began to arch her back and those parts that were hidden to me swept into my visual range, it strongly swelled my feelings of lust in a way that twisted my madness further, I connected again, hard on her rump, then felt the soft downy hairs that decorated the valley to her pleasure realm, and slapped hard again. The little minx turned her head toward me after issuing her screeches and dropped her eyes soppily, ‘What are you going to do Mr. Richards?’ are you going to…to…stick it in my pussy?’ Such presumption deserved another hard slap.

Oh course she was right, but due to my size and the girl’s youth, I was sure it was not going to be easy. When making love to Mary, my wife, I almost invariably resort to using a sequence of dildos with her before attempting entry, much like a machinist would drill a series of pilot holes. Even then the helmet of my cock would squash up like plasticine before disappearing into her tight tunnel. The younger Barton obviously possessed the same genetic characteristics as her mother, their lineage certainly forged in a sea of penile monsters. As my cock moved towards her, her vaginal reception relaxed and blossomed, producing a new layer of viscosity, ready for it’s new, expected ordeal.

I began ...