Rachel's Music Lesson Part 1 of 2 - Sex Stories

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 1 of 2

... what she meant, but she got hold of me and pulled my panties down.’

I gasped out loud in alarm.

‘Oh, it was all right we were only playing, she said so. And she plays with Annie loads, so she said.’

I silently stared ahead, trying and failing to remove the various pictures that were bursting in my mind.

‘I had all kinds of funny feelings when Debby started kissing me, ‘cos she was kissing me...' again she leaned forward and rested her unhampered breasts on my arm, ‘...between my legs.’

My own erection was now in full burgeon and constrained as it was by mere underpants and loose-fitting trousers, must have been obvious to a keen-eyed girl like Rachel. But she slyly ignored it.

‘She used her tongue as well and it felt really nice and when she started playing with my little bobble I started screaming ‘cos it felt so nice. Then I started to shake and get all sweaty and I felt like I was going to faint and there was a big flash in my brain and everything started to slow down. Debby said it was an organism, or something like that.’

I noticed a far-off heavy breathing and realizing it was my own, I started to stand, then stopped before my predicament became known and hurriedly sat again.

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‘Debby said it feels much, much better when a boy does it and told me she’d be back later to show me more stuff.’ At this point any pretence about a piano lesson had vanished and Rachel rearranged her seat so that her legs now ...

... straddled the stool and she faced my left side. Another button on her blouse had mysteriously become undone and the view into her deep cleavage was now unobstructed.

‘I couldn’t sleep that night thinking about all of the lovely things that had happened and was just getting drowsy when Debby came in to my room again. And guess what? Mike was with her as well. And they didn’t have any clothes on.’

Listening to Rachel’s lewd narrative was bringing up old memories. Memories that were best forgotten. Her mother had, when we were lovers, occasionally goaded me into a state of vindictive rage and I had directed that back toward her ample and robust frame. It was a treatment that filled me with shame, not because of the internal punishment that such vigour would impart, but because of the lack of control that I had exhibited at those times. Mr. Hyde was not an alter ego of which I was proud, but I knew he existed, and today, I told myself, was not a day in which he was going to reappear.

‘I wasn’t wearing any pyjamas in bed either because it was so warm and Deborah began kissing me down there again like she did before. It felt really nice and I thought I wouldn’t enjoy it so much but it felt even better because Mike was showing me his erenction and it was really big. Like bigger than Sam’s or Jacob’s. My face and boobs started to feel all warm and Mike started to get all rude and swear a lot. He called my titties fat again and said he was going to “Fuck me like a little bitch!”. I ...