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

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 2 of 2

... contact with her damp folds with a series of firm wipes, which I used to spread some of that natural lubricant over my drying glans, however I was shocked to discover that on the third of fourth traverse of this glistening valley, my bell end lodged and changed direction. Such was this girl’s receptiveness, that my penis entered, like a wheel in a pothole, and stuck, ready the be driven home, ‘Eeek!’ Rachel squealed, ‘I can feel your dick inside me Mr. Richards!’

So, with my penis now lodged inside her wet cunt, I was fearful of causing real pain to the poor creature. Her limited experience must only allow her to accommodate a limited amount of intrusion, so I pushed forward wearily, fully expecting the solid, delicate limits that my wife possessed. Rachel groaned and gasped, and I pushed. Slowly and surely my surprise grew as none of that expected resistance materialised and the whole edifice was sucked in to that deep well of girlhood. I stared down in astonishment as the root of my enormous tackle vanished and my groin made contact with the wide expanse of her taut, firm backside.

‘Oh, God, Mr. Richards. That feels so deep, it feels so deep in my little cunt!’ the girl exhorted. I couldn’t quite believe it, and the new feature turned my madness from that of the justifiably correcting, to that of pure adrenal lust. The retraction of my cock gave even more pleasure as her indecisive tunnel muscles quivered their obviously unpractised capabilities. ‘Oh, fuck, Mr. ...

... Richards, that feels so lovely.’

I was past chastisement with this little floozy. I was beginning to enjoy the forgetfulness of the situation and further explored her capacity with a series of sharp strokes out of my natural rhythm that punched my cock into the girl aggressively. It had been a technique taught to me by her mother and caused piercing shrill cries of delight from the girl whenever I applied them, which, as I found my balls beginning to churn with a week of pressurized, pent up semen, was often.

‘Oh, fuck Mr. Richards,' the girl cried, trying to turn her head to look at her collaborator in this disgrace, ‘I think I am, I think I am…going to cum.’ I was excited by this revelation and was about to join the girl in our last lusty festival. However, on the first twitch of my prostate, signifying the start of the collapse of my efforts, I whipped my penis from her and gasped for breath. Both I and she remained in the near side of the mountain pass.

I turned her over and I spent the next few minutes recovering with sighs and gulps from the near death experience we had just swerved. I played with her tits, feeling the glistening sweat on the skin, tracing the lines of perspiration into the valley between them and climbing the peaks to each side.

Rachel needed more though, and as I concentrated below, I felt a touches on my dangling scrotum. Both of her hands played deliciously with my balls. ‘Please, Mr. Fowler. Put it back in. It felt so nice, and I want to cum ...