1 comments/ 27786 views/ 1 favorites Ashley's Piano Lesson By: kimbelina Summoned by the doorbell, I stood up from my own practice at the piano to welcome one of my favorite students for her lesson. Ashley had started lessons with me when she was 13, and I'd enjoyed watching her grow into the beautiful, smart, charming 18-year-old high school senior she was today. She wasn't my most musically talented student, but what she lacked in natural gifts, she made up for in diligence. I smiled as I caught a glimpse of her outfit through the door. During the winter, she was always thoroughly wrapped in thick sweaters and wool-trimmed boots. But as we now headed back to spring, her outfits were once again flirty. And she was at that age, and still had enough of a look of innocence about her, that she was still just able to get away with an outfit like this one. "Hi, Ashley, come on in. How are you today?" "I'm great, Miss Kristin. How are you?" "I'm doing well, Ashley, thanks. Have a seat," I said, motioning to the piano bench, "let's get right at it today. Lots of work to do before the upcoming recital!" As she sat down on the bench, as my many years of pianistic experience (well, not THAT many, I'm only 26) told me would happen, her oh-so-short pleated skirt rode to a dangerous level on her upper thigh. She seemed either unaware or unworried, and launched into her warm-up of scales and arpeggios. I smiled to myself at her innocence, and marveled at how much she had changed over the past year. When she had worn this same adorable tennis outfit the summer before, she still looked like a cute little girl, a non-athlete posing in athletic attire purely for the teenage fashion statement. Now, slightly taller and much more developed, she was positively stunning. Her long, naturally blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders and came to rest around her youthfully perky tits, which I guessed were now a C-cup. Her perfectly tanned skin was on display beneath her short-sleeved, v-neck athletic top and short, pleated tennis skirt, both white with a lime-green stripe down the side. And as teenage girls will do, she of course had found matching shoes, and wore a matching lime-green tie in her hair. Perfection, high-school style. "Let's hear that A-flat scale again, Ashley, you're still struggling with the fingering on that one." "I know, sorry..." A few more tries, and she had it. I then picked up her Debussy album and opened it to the prelude she was preparing for the recital, which was, so appropriately, 'The Girl With the Flaxen Hair'. "Should I just play it, then?" "Yes, please, Ashley. Play through it once, and we'll see what we need to work on today!" As she started to play, I left the chair next to her, walked across the room and sat down on the sofa, attempting to simulate for her the experience of playing for an audience, as she would have to do in a few weeks at the recital. As I sat down, I glanced down the hallway to your office, and gave you a cheerful smile when I caught your eye. You responded, as you often did, with a distracting gesture. It seemed to be a favorite hobby of yours, distracting me while I was teaching with naughty suggestions of what we might be doing together later. Sometimes, you'd whisper something truly filthy in my ear just before I walked into a lesson. On days when you weren't there with me, it might be a dirty text or two, timed to arrive just when I was in the middle of a lesson. This time, the distracting gesture was an homage to Ashley's newfound curves. I frowned and nodded my head from right to left, pretending that I wanted you to stop. Ashley's playing quickly brought my attention back, however, as I realized how much work she still needed to do in order to be prepared for her performance. She was clearly struggling with her nerves, as she often did, her playing full of tension. I let her finish, watched her hang her head in disappointment, before finally turning to look at me, her cheeks flush with embarrassment from the couple of mistakes she had made towards the end of the piece. "Oh, Ashley, please don't be so hard on yourself. You still have two weeks to practice, and mainly, you just need to get those nerves out of your system, and relax!" "I know, I know." "Play it again," I said, getting up and walking back over to the piano as she started to play. She was calm and relaxed for a few measures, then began to tense up as she approached the first difficult passage. I put my hands gently on her shoulders, and she immediately responded by releasing the tension which had built up there. It was a frequent routine during her lessons, as I had learned early on that she had the same tendency I did at her age, which was to hold tension in her upper body while she was playing. I left my hands on her shoulders throughout the piece this time, as a gentle reminder, and the performance went much more smoothly this time. She looked up at me with a broad smile after finishing, and I flushed as I looked down at her, reminded of you as I realized I was looking directly down at her cleavage. She didn't seem to notice, but I was embarrassed at my own behavior. I pulled my hands quickly away. Then, feeling I needed to cover for this sudden awkwardness, I reached for one of Ashley's other books and opened it to the correct page. "Let's work on the duet now," I said, with excessive formality, trying to cover for the breach of ethics that was probably completely lost on my innocent student. As we started to play, I immediately noticed how much work Ashley had put in over the past week. I quickly forgot about my own embarrassment, and lost myself in the music. It was always such a pleasure to reach that moment when playing with a student suddenly felt like playing with a fellow musician. She was still young, and she still had a lot to learn, but she was starting to have those moments of true music-making. After a few more minutes, I saw out of the corner of my eye that you had walked into the room, and I nodded in the affirmative when you motioned for my permission to sit down on the sofa and listen. It was always good for Ashley to practice playing in front of someone else. When we reached the end of the piece, after a very musical and nearly flawless performance, I put my arm around Ashley and gave her a squeeze, congratulating her on her progress. "That was really wonderful, Ashley! You've done such great work. I can't wait to play this with you on the recital." She smiled back at me, glowing, and still unaware that you were in the room. "Jacob, what did you think?" Ashley practically jumped as she turned to look at you, and I couldn't help but notice as she simultaneously blushed and pulled down against the edges of her short skirt as you walked towards the piano, smiling at her. I knew she had a crush on you - hell, who didn't - but I'd never seen her react so strongly to your presence before. It didn't seem to matter to her that you were in your mid 40's; you were that perfect combination of hot and confident that always made the young girls swoon. "Very impressive, ladies. Very impressive indeed." "Now," I said, aware of the jealous desire to bring Ashley's attention back to me, "we still need to work on that Debussy, and your nerves." Ashley's smile promptly disappeared, as I knew it would - she was always so hard on herself! "Oh, don't go there, Ashley. Come on, let's keep a positive attitude. You have two more weeks to practice. Let's not spend any more time today worrying about wrong notes - let's focus on finding a way for you to let go of your nerves." "Um, OK." "Jacob, you could help us with this if I'm not keeping you from your work?" "No, Kristin, I'd be happy to help. What can I do?" "Let's start with one of your stellar back-rubs." Your eyes bulged as you realized I was calling you on your naughty thoughts about Ashley. You gave me an intense look, as if to ask whether I was sure of what I'd just said, but I met your eyes with a firm gaze and confident smile that left no doubt as to my intentions. "Do you mind, Ashley?" You asked the question with such an innocent tone of voice that I almost burst out laughing, but I managed to contain myself. I studied Ashley's expression for any sense of concern on her part, any worry about what she was getting into. Instead, I found only eagerness in her eyes as she looked up at you from the piano bench. You stepped behind us, rested your big, strong hands on her shoulders, and began gently rubbing. It was only a few moments before she relaxed, letting her weight fall back against you. I watched from my oh-so-close vantage point, sitting next to Ashley on the bench, as her chest rose and fell with each deep breath she took. Her eyes were closed now, and your hands began, ever so slowly, to explore beyond just her shoulders, gradually working your way down her arms and around to her chest. Her breath caught briefly as one of your fingers slid under her bra strap, but she didn't open her eyes, didn't object. I couldn't help but think that perhaps she'd fantasized about this very scenario. My hand met hers, and she turned to look at me, opening her eyes and smiling. "Feel good?" "Umm hmm...." "Do you feel him against you?" "You mean..." "Yes, Ashley, that's exactly what I mean." "Um, yes, I feel it growing bigger and harder, pressing against my back." "Would you like me to teach you a little bit about that?" "Oh, yes. I would love that!" That was all the permission I needed. She may be my student, and only 18, but she was hot, and I knew how much this scenario would turn you on. I stood up, her hand still in mine, and walked a few steps away from the piano, before encouraging her to join me on my knees in front of you. As she watched, I eagerly unfastened your belt, unzipped your slacks, and pulled both them and your boxers down to your knees, your big, hard cock springing free. She gasped at the sight of it, and then watched eagerly as I took it in my hands, my right hand encircling your shaft and my left hand cupping your balls. I watched her, studying her expression, as she watched me begin to pleasure you. I used only my hands for a few moments, using long, slow strokes on your shaft and gently rolling your balls between my fingers. I then leaned forward and showed her my best technique for taking your full length deep into my mouth, slowly, inch by inch. After enjoying the fullness in my throat for a few moments, I pulled away, smiling up at you as I motioned for Ashley to follow in my footsteps. She crawled forward on her knees, looked back at me once more for approval, and then eagerly took you into her mouth in one fast motion. At first she seemed surprised at the challenge of taking in your full length, and pulled back away with a gasp. But without further encouragement, she tried again, impressing me with her ability to take in all of your cock on only her second attempt. You began moving slowly in and out for a few moments, but then put your hands to her shoulders and pushed her away. She looked genuinely sorrowful, the same look I often received after she did a less than stellar job performing one of her piano pieces. Her big blue eyes studied first your face, then mine. "What did I do wrong?" I knew there was only one reason you would have pushed this young hottie away from your cock. "Don't worry, Ashley, it's just one of the lessons you need to learn about sucking cock: always be careful about not letting your teeth touch it." "Oh, jeez, I'm sorry!" She looked up at you again, "I'm sorry, Jacob!" "Don't apologize, Ashley," I comforted her, "you're doing great for your first time, you just need more practice. Go ahead, try again, and wrap your lips around your teeth, like this." I showed her my technique, and she mimicked me, then leaned forward and slowly, carefully, took your cock deep into her mouth once again. I could immediately tell from your expression that she was already getting better, and before long, you were gently pushing in and out in rhythm with her motions. As I watched her suck you off, a very naughty idea suddenly popped into my head. "Don't stop, Ashley, but listen to me." "Umm hmm," she managed to reply back. "Would you like to see how Jacob reminds me when I forget an important lesson, such as accidentally letting my teeth touch his cock?" "Mmmmmm." "OK, then. Stop for a moment, and stand up." I stood up first, then took Ashley's hand and pulled her to her feet as well. She willingly followed as I walked back to the piano bench, sat down, and encouraged her to lean over me, her hands on one side of the bench and her legs on the other. I put my hand between her legs and spread them apart slightly, so that her ass was up in the air directly in front of me. I hiked up her skirt, exposing lime-green panties. My god, even her undergarments matched her outfit. "Are you ready, Ashley?" You pulled your slacks and boxers entirely off now, stepped the few feet towards Ashley and I, and placed your hand on her ass, stroking gently at first, then swatting her gently a few times. Ashley didn't respond with shock or surprise, but rather swayed her tight little ass in the air, spurring you on as you spanked her. I wrapped my fingers around the fabric of her panties and pulled, both to put some pressure on her clit, and also to move the fabric away from her ass cheeks so that you could see her skin grow rosy under your touch. She sighed and let her weight fall completely against me, responding immediately to each tug I gave her panties. You resumed your spankings, getting just a bit harder with each one, but also stopping occasionally to massage her hot skin. "How does that feel, Ashley?" "Ummm, I've never felt anything like it. It hurts at first, but then it also feels good." "Exactly, Ashley. And I bet you won't forget it, right?" "Doubt I could, anytime soon!" "See how a little discipline can help you remember an important lesson?" "Yes, Miss Kristin." "Ready to try again, Ashley?" "Oh yes, please!" She stood up, dropped back down to her knees in front of you, and eagerly took your cock into her mouth, stroking the base of your shaft with one hand and cradling your balls with the other. I joined her on the floor, but this time brought my attention to her, rather than to you, as she was clearly handling that responsibility quite well on her own at this point. I began rubbing her ass, then slowly allowed my fingers to explore, gradually reaching her inner thigh and then gently reaching into her panties and rubbing her clit. I had to stop myself from gasping when I discovered that she was completely shaved - I thought it would be best to keep that little secret to myself for the moment, so as not to ruin it for you. It wasn't long before she was gyrating her hips against my hand, and I felt how wet she already was. I allowed first one, then two fingers to slip inside of her, and as she began bobbing up and down on you more quickly now, I matched that rhythm as I fucked her with my fingers. Panting, she pulled away, gasping for breath amidst her own waves of pleasure. "Just a little bit more, Ashley, and you'll be rewarded with a mouth full of cum. Would you like that?" "Oh yes, Jacob, please, fill my mouth with your cum!" She once again took you completely into her throat. Timing my strokes into her pussy, I managed to bring her to a climax just as you jerked and shot your load into her mouth, and she pulled away, panting once again, cum dribbling down her chin. She wiped her chin with her fingers, putting them into her mouth to taste as much of you as she could. When she had finished cleaning up your cum, I thrust my two fingers - still covered with her juices - into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself as well. She acted as though she might resist for a moment, but then looked deep into my eyes and eagerly licked my fingers clean. I stood up, took her hand to pull her to her feet as well, and we walked over to the sofa. I wanted to give you the chance to fuck her, if she was willing. I was willing to wait until later for my own satisfaction, if it meant giving you this opportunity with my sexy young hottie student. I pulled her top off, revealing, yes, her matching lime-green bra. Too perfect, this girl. She slithered out of her skirt and kicked it aside. I smiled at you, knowing how much you must be enjoying the discovery that this hot young girl was wearing matching undergarments. And you had yet to discover the other surprise still in store for you. I couldn't wait. To my surprise, Ashley reached out and began undressing me as well, her fingers working quickly to unbutton my blouse and then unzip my skirt, which then easily fell to the floor. I looked at you again, and saw your obvious enjoyment at the sight of my young student helping me out of my clothes. Your shirt wasn't far behind. Ashley was removing my bra when I surprised her with a question. "Have you ever been fucked before, Ashley?" "No! But, um... I have to admit, I've, um... I've, like, fantasized about Jacob. I hope you don't mind, Kristin?" "How could I blame you, I fantasize about Jacob all the time!" I laughed. I positioned her on the sofa on her back, and then knelt beside her, took one of her breasts into each hand, and began playing with them, as you eagerly joined her on the couch, kneeling over her and trailing your tongue slowly up her inner thigh, from just above her knee, inching ever closer to her hot little pussy. I watched as you looked into her eyes, wordlessly asking for approval, as you took the waistband of her panties into your fingers and began slowly pulling down. She nodded, panting as I squeezed her nipples, obviously eager for you to proceed. You clutched the fabric more firmly now and quickly pulled the panties down, tossing them to the floor. "My goodness, Ashley, are you completely shaved?" I smiled at your discovery. "Umm... yeah, well, actually, I'm completely waxed." "Waxed, really? Is that what all the girls are doing these days?" "Well, so, um," Ashley launched into a babbling teenage response, "I overheard my older sister talking to her friends about how one of their boyfriends really likes her to be completely shaved, but that waxing actually feels better, once you get used to it of course, so I decided to go with my sister to the spa the last time she had it done so I could try it. You're actually the first to see it - well, except for the woman who did the waxing." I chuckled, and Ashley blushed, at her rapid-fire response full of nervous youthful energy. "Well, Ashley, you look beautiful. You have a gorgeous pussy," you said, rubbing your fingers gently across her pussy lips, causing her to almost jump beneath your touch as she continued to blush, looking up at you with anticipation. You now pulled closer to her, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her up onto your thighs as you knelt on the couch next to her, and began rubbing your cock again and again on her clit and across her pussy lips. I knew exactly how this torture felt, and I knew how you loved to play like this, making the woman beneath you beg for you with her hips. It wasn't long before Ashley was pressing against you, rising to meet your every stroke, her body language begging you to enter her. When you finally did, she cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure, never filled before like she was at this moment. I began pinching her nipples, hard, as you fucked her, hard, and watched as both you and Ashley approached your climaxes. I wanted so much to join you, to strip naked and beg for my turn, riding your cock as Ashley watched. But I knew you would reward me later for allowing this scenario to happen in the first place. And I knew there would likely be a next time, just judging by Ashley's eager lustfulness. But this first time was all about your pleasure, and about teaching Ashley a few lessons in how to give and take pleasure. Ashley's Piano Lesson Ch. 02 We were still in bed, enjoying the New York Times crossword and some hot coffee, when my phone buzzed to life on the nightstand, then began playing the ringtone dedicated to all of my piano students - 'Ode to Joy' from Beethoven's Ninth. There weren't many of those students - or their parents - that I was very interested in talking to at 9:30 on a Sunday morning while lying naked in bed, still warm and fuzzy after a particularly luxurious round of morning sex - your favorite kind. I glanced over to my phone, spotted the name on the caller-ID, and immediately sat up, the covers slipping down off my skin, my tits bouncing free. "Jacob, it's Ashley. I'm going to answer." "Fine by me," you said with a wink, pulling yourself up as well, and reaching over to play with my still-hard nipples as I answered the phone. I pretended to frown, but couldn't keep up the act for long, and instead gasped a bit with pleasure as you pinched my left nipple, hard. I contained myself just long enough to answer the phone. "Hi Ashley, how are you?" "Um, I'm OK, Kristin, just need to talk to you for a few minutes." I could immediately sense that something was bothering her. "What's wrong, sweetie?" You sat up in bed next to me when you heard the concern in my voice. "I can't believe my parents are actually doing this." She sounded like she was about to cry. "What is it, Ashley? Talk to me." "Remember when I told you that they said I was on my own as soon as I graduated? And you told me you were sure they didn't really mean that?" "Yes?" How could I forget the conversation; I genuinely felt for the girl. Not because she was less fortunate; she'd grown up with every convenience, every need met, after all. But because her parents were arbitrarily cutting her off after her high-school graduation, apparently believing in an effort to teach her some sense of self-sufficiency as she went off on her own. A little bit late, I thought, for this girl who'd always had everything provided to her. "Well, they do mean it. I can keep living at home until I leave for college in August, and they'll cover food, but all other expenses are on me. And even if I save everything from my part-time job, it'll only be enough for textbooks and first semester fees." "I'm sorry, Ashley. But I'm sure it will be OK?" I wasn't yet understanding why she'd called me, other than for moral support. "But don't you see," I could hear the tears flowing now, "I won't be able to take any more lessons!" Ah, that was the reason she'd called. I glanced at you, asking with my eyes whether you'd heard the conversation so far, and you nodded in the affirmative. In spite of her obvious despair, I couldn't help but smile to myself, pleased that just a few more months of lessons meant so much to her. "Ashley," I said, putting on my best warm, calming tone, "don't worry about a thing. Why don't you come by early for your next lesson, and we'll discuss what we can do about this." "But Miss Kristin, I don't want you to give me lessons for free, that's not why I called..." I interrupted her before she could go on. "Oh, no, Ashley, that's not what I have in mind. I understand you're not asking for charity. Really, don't worry about it, just come by early on Wednesday, how about 4 o'clock instead of 5, and we'll work everything out, OK?" "Um, OK, Miss Kristin, thank you, I'm so relieved." "No problem, Ashley. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, and I'll see you on Wednesday." I set the phone back down on the nightstand and turned back to you with a grin. "Kristin, are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" "Absolutely, why not?" "You're not concerned about corrupting the poor girl?" "Are you kidding? Don't you think we crossed that bridge, and then burned it, a few months ago?" "Yeah, OK, I guess you're right." It had been about three months since that day - the first, and so far only, time that we'd enjoyed a threesome with my hot eighteen-year-old student Ashley during her piano lesson. Ever since, there had been a remarkable lack of awkwardness from any of us, as we got through the spring recital, several more lessons, and her high school graduation - to which she sweetly invited both of us - without so much as a hint of discussion about what had taken place. "Don't worry, Jacob. I think you'll enjoy what I have in mind." I was normally quite a stickler about insuring that I was paid for lessons, and reluctant to barter - believe me, the request came up fairly often from parents, especially in a rough economy like the one we'd been going through. But Ashley only had a few more months of lessons before going off to school. More importantly, sex with Jacob had been absolutely phenomenal since I'd given him the gift of Ashley, and I could only imagine how hot it would be for both of us to explore that a few more times. "I'm sure I will, Kristin." ***** Time seemed to crawl waiting for Ashley's arrival - an hour earlier than her normal lesson time - that Wednesday evening. You seemed much calmer than I felt, casually working away in your office as I practically pressed my nose to the glass of the front window, watching for her. Right on time as always, she parked and got out of her car. I smiled to myself as I saw her outfit, knowing how much you would enjoy it. She was wearing a light blue sundress with thin shoulder straps, fitted around her torso, and with a short, lightly pleated skirt that barely reached mid-thigh. Wedge sandals with straps wrapped a few inches up on her calves gave her long legs a sexy accent. And - matching as always - she had tied her long blonde hair up into a single ponytail with a light blue ribbon. Perfection in the gentle heat of an early-summer evening. I opened the door almost immediately as she rang the doorbell, and welcomed her in. I was nervous about the proposition I was about to make to her, but quickly realized I had no reason to be. After all, the ice was already broken, it was just a matter of fanning the flames of her desire for you. "So, Ashley, why don't you set your things down and follow me." "OK, Miss Kristin. Thanks so much for seeing me. I'm excited to find out what kind of arrangement you've got worked out for me to pay for my lessons for the rest of the summer!" I didn't answer her, merely smiling in response, and motioned for her to follow me as I walked down the hallway to your office, poking my head in and gesturing to you as well. Once I had both of you in tow, I made my way to the kitchen where I poured myself a big glass of water and drank it, methodically, as you both watched. I set the glass down on the counter, wiped my mouth with my hand, and took a deep breath before proceeding with my proposal. "Alright, Ashley. You know I can't give lessons away for free, and I know that you don't want charity." "Right." "But you do have something to offer that both Jacob and I are interested in, so I'm going to propose a trade." I paused, and she gave me a puzzled look. "Do you remember that lesson a few months back?" She immediately blushed, her face turning a bright crimson, as she quickly glanced back and forth between you and I. "Yes, of course, Miss Kristin. How could I forget?" "Did you enjoy it?" "Oh, my god, yes. I've dreamed about it almost every night since." "So, I'm guessing you wouldn't object to a little more quality time with Jacob?" "Wow. Never. As long as it's OK with you, Miss Kristin?" "Good. Then here's my proposal. You arrive an hour early for the rest of your lessons this summer. Your job during that hour is to pleasure Jacob. In exchange, I'll give you your lessons for free." "Seriously?" Her jaw dropped. Clearly, she thought she was getting the better end of this deal. Funny, I felt the same! "Seriously. I might just watch, or I might participate, that's up to Jacob. That alright with you, honey?" I turned to you, awaiting your obvious answer. "Um, gee, yeah, I think I can handle that arrangement." You couldn't take your eyes off her hot young body as you spoke. "OK, so it's settled. Let's get started." Once back in the studio, I took Ashley's hand and led her to the sofa, where we both sat down. As you stood next to us, I decided to take on the role of teacher again, and just watch Ashley go solo as I guided her. "Pull him close to you, Ashley, and feel his bulge. Feel him with your fingers." She did as she was told, eagerly following my directions. "That's right, good girl. Now, unfasten his belt and unzip his slacks." I watched as her delicate fingers gradually undressed you, first working your slacks off your hips, and then pulling down your boxers, until your hard cock sprung free directly into her face. "That's right, Ashley, take him into your hands, then into your mouth. Suck him for me. Suck his hard cock." "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned as she gradually took your entire length, inch by inch, deep into her throat. I moved closer to her on the sofa and reached up for the ribbon in her hair, held each end of it, and pulled gently until it slipped free, her long blonde hair cascading down around her shoulders. You immediately responded, wrapping your fingers through her hair and grabbing it into a ponytail of your own making, twisting it, pulling her on and off of your throbbing cock. Catching your eyes to ensure you were watching my every move, I began slowly freeing her from the top of her dress, beginning with her right shoulder strap, then the left, and then moving on to the straps of her bra, until her perfect, perky tits were worked free to bounce as she continued to bob up and down on you. Last, I unclasped the back strap and pulled the bra away from her, setting it neatly on the couch next to us. I took her hair from you, freeing your hands to shift down to fondle her tits, and she moaned in pleasure at the sensation, as I now began controlling her rhythm on your cock with my hands on her hair. You were pinching her nipples hard now, and I could feel her breathing become more ragged, as you also moved closer to your climax. Noticing that she had neglected your balls in her youthful, enthusiastic focus on your shaft, I took one of her hands in mine and encouraged her to stroke you, to fondle you, just as I knew you liked best, as she continued to take your full length deep into her throat. I knew you wouldn't last much longer under this attention, and after a few more moments, I watched as you jerked, cried out in pleasure, and shot your load into her mouth. She pulled away, gasping for air, but dutifully swallowed, reaching up to wipe from her lips a few drops which had threatened to escape her mouth. "Wow, Ashley," you said as you caught your breath as well, "that was amazing, thank you!" "Of course, Jacob, my pleasure!" She was flushed, her hair was wild, and she had a look of genuine satisfaction on her face. But glancing at the clock and responding to my own desire, I decided there was both the time and the need for more. "You don't think you're finished, do you Ashley?" I attempted a stern tone which I didn't quite pull off, but like the good sport she was, Ashley played along. "Um, no, Miss Kristin. I know there's still more time left before my lesson starts. What else would you like for me to do?" "Let's move over to the piano." I stood up, took her hand, and guided her across the room, encouraging her to sit on the piano bench once we arrived. As I did this, you finished removing your slacks and boxers, which had remained down around your ankles as she had so efficiently sucked you off. You then walked across the room to join us, naked from the waist down, your cock once again growing and pressing up against the edges of your shirt. Ashley sat, her beautiful tits still free from her dress, but otherwise fully clothed, as you and I stood next to her - one on each side of the piano bench. "Ashley, you look quite comfortable for playing the piano. But for what I have in mind next, I'd actually like you to raise the piano bench quite a bit. Please, let's raise it as far as it will go." I loved having an artist bench - not only because of the comfortable leather seat, but also because it was possible to raise and lower it, allowing students of various ages and sizes to be comfortable. But now, I saw it for the first time as a piece of sex furniture. I dropped to my knees next to Ashley and helped her turn the knobs, watching her tits bounce as she worked hard to raise the bench up, slowly, inch by inch, until it finally reached its maximum height. I then encouraged her onto her back, lying down on the comfortable bench, which was just big enough to support her back. Her head tipped back over one end, her ass cheeks rested on the other end, and you quickly realized why I'd raised the level - she was now perfectly positioned to take you into her mouth once again, which she eagerly did as you stepped closer to her. I remained on my knees, and slowly pushed her legs apart, the skirt of her dress riding up on her legs as I did so. Once I had her legs spread wide enough that I could position myself between them, I shoved her skirt completely up to her waist, giving you an excellent view of her visibly wet panties as I began to stroke her with both hands. I moved my hands all over her inner thighs, around and around her pussy, occasionally dwelling near her clit, but all still with her panties still on, until she was panting with desire, clearly wanting me to go further. All this time, she didn't let your cock out of her mouth, and you'd found a comfortable rhythm, pressing in and out, eagerly watching as you could see your cock bulge in her throat with each stroke. I quickly pressed her legs together just long enough to slip her panties off, then pushed them apart once again, and eagerly dove in to taste her, licking her dripping wet pussy as you watched. I kept one hand on her clit, and brought the other up to her right breast, which I began gently kneading. You brought your hands gently to her throat now, massaging, helping her to relax to take your entire length in long, slow strokes, as she panted in pleasure from my attention to her clit and pussy. I was darting my tongue in and out of her quickly now, knowing how sensational it must feel to her, but also how much it would leave her longing for something more, to be truly filled. After several more minutes of this attention, with Ashley writhing on the piano bench but never quite reaching climax, and watching you steadily build in your intensity as you fucked her throat, I decided it was time to give you both what you wanted. I pulled my tongue out of her pussy for the last time, and just as she whimpered in disappointment, I forcefully plunged three fingers into her dripping hole. She gasped, and you mercifully pulled out of her mouth long enough to let her cry out in pleasure. "Would you like to have something a little larger in your tight little pussy, Ashley?" In spite of all that had happened, all the barriers already broken down between us, I could hardly believe the words as they came out of my mouth. "Oh, god, yes," she panted in pure lust. I stood up, and you and I quickly swapped positions. I knelt once again, this time pulling Ashley up to her elbows so that she could watch as you entered her. I reached around from behind her and began playing with her tits, gently kneading, occasionally pinching, and she watched, wide-eyed, as you positioned yourself to enter her. After rubbing your cock gently against her pussy lips a few times, lubricating it in her free-flowing juices, you plunged into her in one deep thrust, the slap of skin against skin loudly filling the room. "Oh, god, Kristin," you said to me between thrusts as you picked up a steady motion, "she's so tight, I'm not going to last long." "Then I suggest you make her cum too, Jacob. I want to watch you both cum, and then lick up every drop!" "Oh, god, yes!" "Rub her clit while you fuck her, yes, that's it!" I was pinching her nipples hard now, twisting and then releasing them as she let her weight fall back against mine, her head over my shoulder, no longer able to hold herself up as the incredible sensations overwhelmed her. You were fucking her hard and fast now, rubbing her clit, and I felt her begin to tremble with powerful waves of pleasure beneath you. I could only imagine how tightly her pussy must be clenching your cock now, as Ashley began to cry out when her orgasm hit with its full power, "Oh, wow, yes, yes, yes, yesssssssss!" You were only a few seconds behind, pulling out of her and shooting your load onto her clit, a few drops reaching higher onto her belly. Gently pulling away from supporting her, I stood up, walked a few steps around the bench, and knelt between you. Ashley again pulled herself up to her elbows to watch as I first took your cock deep into my mouth, licking you clean, tasting her on you. I then moved over to Ashley, her legs still spread wide, and cleaned her thoroughly with my tongue, starting with her belly, then moving to her inner thighs, all around her pussy, darting my tongue inside of her just briefly, and then sucking the last drops of your cum from her clit as she arched her back in pleasure one last time. "Thank you, Ashley, thank you, Jacob, for giving me exactly what I requested - that was wonderful!" "Wow." Ashley was nearly speechless. "So, Jacob," I said, turning to you, "I think it's time for you to leave us to our work. I'll look forward to seeing you after I'm done with this lesson." "Can't wait," you said with a grin, as you grabbed your clothes and left the room. Ashley, meanwhile, stood up, found her bra and panties, quickly scooped her hair back into the ribbon-tied ponytail, and set to work to lower the piano bench back to a level appropriate for playing. Her efficiency impressed me as she launched into her scales. This was going to be a fun summer. Ashley's Piano Lesson You were moving faster now, and found her clit with your thumb as you continued to pound in and out of her. She came powerfully beneath you, her body shuddering with what I'm sure was her first real, powerful orgasm. I could only imagine how tight that little pussy must be on your cock, and was sure you would cum before much longer. "Do you want to swallow another load of Jacob's cum, Ashley?" "Oh, yes, please!" "You will also be able to taste yourself again, does that excite you?" "Oh, god, yes!" Those last words pushed you over the edge, and you pulled out of her, quickly stood up and moved to the end of the sofa, bringing your cock to her lips. She eagerly took you into her mouth, and after a few more strokes, you groaned, arched your back, and filled her mouth once again with your cum. You couldn't stop smiling as you took a few steps back and let yourself fall back down to the sofa, spent from cumming twice in such a short time. Same for Ashley - constant smile. My work here was done. Or so I thought. "Miss Kristin, I feel bad, you didn't get to cum?" "That's very thoughtful of you, Ashley, but it's OK, really." "No, it's not. Can't you teach me how to pleasure you just like you taught me to pleasure Jacob?" "Yes, Kristin," Jacob repeated, giving me a devilish smile, "can't you? I'd love to watch you do that." I glared back at Jacob, but did have to admit that the thought excited me. A teenage hottie was actually asking me to teach her how to go down on me, while you watched. "Alright, if you both insist," I couldn't help giggling at the end of that sentence. I slowly stripped out of my panties - the one item Ashley hadn't removed earlier - with both sets of eyes on me. I then took Ashley by the hand, pulled her up from the sofa, and then took the same position on my back, slowly spreading my legs as you both watched. Ashley knelt on the floor in front of me, but then looked unsure of how to proceed. I looked down at her and smiled, realizing that she truly was awaiting my every instruction, so as to not do anything wrong. "Start with your fingers, Ashley, rub back and forth against the outside of my pussy." I sighed as she touched me, her fingers so soft and gentle compared with the touch of a man. "That's right, Ashley, just like that. Now, as I start to get wetter, you'll be able to slide your fingers inside. Don't force it, just let it happen." You positioned yourself now on the arm of the sofa, gently stroking your cock as you watched us. Ashley's delicate touch was wonderful, unlike anything I had ever experienced. I was gyrating my hips in a slow, regular tempo now, in response to her fingers, which now began gradually slipping inside me. "Now, Ashley," I said, panting slightly, "use your tongue on my clit while you fuck my pussy." "What do I do with my tongue?" "Just do what feels natural, imagine how you'd like someone to lick your clit, and I'm sure you'll do a great job." She smiled, obviously intrigued with the idea of someone going down on her, and immediately went to work. Once again, I was amazed at the tenderness, the gentleness, of her touch compared to that of a man. It wasn't better, necessarily, as it actually left me longing for a little more force - but it was something new, something different, something titillating in its own way. For the first time in several minutes, I looked up at you, and saw how aroused you were. Your cock was once again rock hard, even though you had already cum twice. I mouthed a few words to you, silently - do you want to fuck me - emphasizing the word fuck. Your devilish smile returned, and you nodded in the affirmative. "Ashley, I want you to go faster now, harder, really press your fingers into me, as deep as you can. And don't stop what you're doing with your tongue, the way you're licking me, it's amazing. You're getting me ready for Jacob's cock, do you understand?" "Umm hmm..." "He's going to fuck me while you keep licking my clit, and after we both cum, you're going to lick out my pussy. You're a very lucky girl, getting to taste Jacob's cum three times in one day!" "Mmmmmmmm..." You watched as she continued to finger-fuck me for a few moments more, my hips gyrating faster now. You climbed down off the arm of the sofa and closer to me; I reached up and fondled your balls as you stroked your cock more rapidly now, preparing to enter my incredibly wet pussy. We both held off as long as possible, before you finally tapped Ashley gently on the shoulder, and she pulled away long enough for you to grab me by the hips and plunge into me in one fast, hard motion. I cried out in unbelievable pleasure at the sensation, my eager pussy finally filled after being teased by Ashley's small fingers for so long. Ashley watched for a few moments, in awe as you pounded hard and fast, before remembering her assignment and returning her tongue to my clit, doing her best to remain in contact with me as we fucked. It was only a few moments more before I screamed as I hit an overwhelming climax, and felt my pussy clench around your cock, still pounding in and out of me with the same fast pace. Just as I began to come down from the peak of my pleasure, I felt you jerk and shoot your load deep inside of me as well, and after resting for a few moments inside of me, you pulled out and once again collapsed against the couch, this time truly, completely spent. Ashley wasted no time in going to work with her tongue on my pussy. I gasped and writhed as she licked me out, my oh-so-sensitive skin responding to every bit of her attention. "Yummy," Ashley said after finishing her task. "You two both taste amazing." "Thank you, Ashley. Nice work today!" "No, Miss Kristin, thank you. That was, like, my best lesson ever!" "Same time next week, Ashley?" "You bet, see you then!"