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

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 1 of 2

... thought I’d be scared if someone said that sort of thing to me but all I felt was warmer and warmer because Debby was pushing her fingers in, down there. Then she pushed them right in and I screamed because that hurt a lot. She said it was normal, even though I didn’t really like it that much, but I let her carry on, not that I could stop her.’

I listened, but I was becoming angry. This girl was taking away all that was precious to me. I could see the future; it was dark and full of risk and the more I listened, the more I thought about the evil that was to come.

‘I started to get that feeling again and it was lovely even though it hurt a little bit and Debby stopped what she was doing and told Mike it was time. I didn’t know what she meant but Mike swore at me and called me a little whore and made me go on all fours so that my titties hung down. Then he wiped his thingy on my thingy and I tried to turn around to see what he was doing, but Debby just told me to look at her. She called me baby. “Look at me baby”, she said'

My new antipathy toward Rachel had not affected my own excitement. It was still as pronounced as ever and I suddenly realised Rachel had been aware of its existence all of the time. She stared at it as she continued her story.

‘Oh, Mr. Richards it felt so nice ...

... when it was going in. Debby kept on telling me to relax and started kissing my lips and she held down my arms so I couldn’t move. Oh, it felt so nice, like it would never end and every time Mike took it back and pushed it back in it felt really nice, even though he kept saying horrible things, like “you dirty little fucking slut” and stuff like that. I started to go all shaky like I did that afternoon, but this was like, ten times better, and my boobs started quivering when Mike started slapping my bum. It felt like I was screaming inside and I guess I was ‘cos I went all faint again and it wasn’t like a flash in my brain this time, it was like a really strong flashlight and I couldn’t see anything and all of my skin was on fire and I felt Mike’s erenction clench like this.’ At this point in her narrative, she grabbed hold of my arm and squeezed in a regular pulsating manner. I breathed deeply and growled.

‘I guess Mike was shooting that white stuff into me because Deborah shouted at him “God, yes, fill her up with your spunk!” and that’s what Jacob called his white stuff, spunk.’

An extended, glowering silence ensued as the glass vial of my sanity dropped out and rolled on the floor. Then Rachel broke it. ‘So that was the start of my holiday. Sounds like fun. Doesn’t it Mr. Richards?’