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

Rachel's Music Lesson Part 1 of 2

... introduce decorum. ‘I thought we had decided that we weren’t going to talk about these things Rachel.’

‘Oh, Deborah told me not to tell anyone about Mike, but you’re not anyone are you? You’re Mr. Richards.’

‘I think that’s different Rachel.’

‘I thought that Deborah didn’t like Mike at first because they were shouting at each other late at night. I thought they might wake up Granny and Grandpa but they are miles away in a different part of the house.’

‘Err, shall we continue.’

‘I told Annie but she just laughed and said they were “Doing it”. Then I was embarrassed.’

‘I think it’s er…time for another break Rachel’, I stammered.

‘Already Mr. Richards?’

‘Yes Rachel, it’s a little hot in here don’t you think?’

‘I’m still chilly.’ She replied.

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Drastic changes were needed in my dress. To many men the question from their tailor “do you dress to the left or right sir?” means nothing. To me it means a great deal. I had been an object of fun in the showers at school, and the subject of whispers from the girls. Their gauche gossip and giggling attention had propelled me further into my shyness. Samantha Barton, Rachel’s mother had broken me free of that.

It had been the family matriarch Lady Billingham who had suggested marriage; she had ostensibly proposed it as a way of my mollifying more concerned clients who were nervous of giving their children into the care of a “handsome bachelor” as she ...

... put it. Of course, she had discovered my affair with her daughter and, as with all members of the upper class knew better than to tackle the problem directly and had left me with a decision that at least gave me an impression it was my own.

In the bathroom I looked at my now released penis. The source of all of my troubles. Mary, my choice of wife, had also been a music student at my college who had shown herself as a willing friend. My fellow students had always said we should have been an item and she had been surprised and delighted by my renewed contact.

Our love making was far from easy. Mary was pretty, considerate and kind. But she was also petite and foreplay had to be extensive in order for any kind of penetration. Even then I had to be gentle as exuberance on my part caused her true pain, beyond any that heightens female sexual pleasure. The memories of ploughing into Samantha Barton with reckless abandon were sweet to me. Placing myself over her and feeling the sweet wetness of her womanhood before plunging forward into her…I stopped my daydreaming and discovered to my horror that I had been slowly masturbating.

This impediment of mine could not at this time return to its leathery safety. Instead, I removed that pouch and fashioned a waist cord from my tie that would at least pin my erection flat and toward my belly button. I breathed deeply and walked uncomfortably back toward the music room, hoping Rachel would not immediately focus on my ...