2 comments/ 31396 views/ 8 favorites Music Lessons By: zebrono I live in Manhattan, in the heart of New York City. Well, almost the heart. I live on the Upper West Side, a fancy area, but I could only afford a small apartment there. Still, it costs a fortune each month in rent, but it's conveniently located, as it's near everything. Plus, I don't have to own a car. I can take the bus or the subway (or in a pinch, a taxi) to wherever I need to go. Perhaps most of all, I am near what's called the "music center," the district just north of Times Square, and a little west of Broadway, where there are hundreds of shops that cater to musicians and theatre people. It's where stores like Sam Ash, Tower Records, and G. Schirmer's are. In fact, for many years Schirmer's has been my favorite, publishing and selling so much great piano music. Plus, my apartment was a short train ride uptown to the Manhattan School of Music, up on 122nd Street. Lots of concerts, and a chance to mingle with the serious musicians. Since childhood, I've enjoyed playing the piano, and took lessons, yet taught myself most of what I knew upon reaching adulthood. When I was in college, I thought briefly of applying for admission to Julliard, or maybe the Eastman School of Music up in Boston. (I decided I couldn't get into the Manhattan School of Music, so I didn't even give it a try.) Nevertheless, I decided to keep playing the piano not to become a virtuoso, but simply for the pleasure and joy it brought me. When I turned 30, I decided to sharpen my piano skills which had lay dormant in my 20s. I decided to hire a music teacher. On the recommendation of a friend, I found Bob, a real prize of a teacher. Bob was an older man, he had taught piano in several conservatories in Europe. He was about 60 years of age. Maybe best of all, his studio was only a few blocks away from my apartment on 10th Avenue. When I first saw Bob I knew he was going to be right. Ah! A heavy, handsome older man. Actually, he was very heavy, with a fairly huge belly, and broad chest. However, the rest of him seemed to go well with his midsection. His full name was Dr. Roberto Moltissimi. He was born in Italy and came to New York around 1980. (Actually, he was named perfectly, for his last name translates to "lots" in English.) Bob had a Pavarotti-like beard, not too long or too short, and eyes that glistened. He dressed simply, in a white short-sleeve shirt and dark trousers. At our first meeting, when I saw his belly protrude, spreading open between buttons on his shirt, I knew I wanted to get to know him better. Bob asked me to play something at our first meeting, just to show him what I knew. I sat at his Sohmer console in the practice room, and played a brief etude for him. Bob stood next to me, smiling broadly. "You have a lovely touch, Giuseppe!" he beamed. "Just one piece of advice," Bob added as he sat on the piano bench next to me. As he sat, I could smell his body, fragrant and masculine, and I instinctively moved closer to him. I felt the warmth from his body radiate out toward me, and was comforted by that warmth. Fortunately, I am not too large myself or else we could not fit on the bench together! I keep myself in good shape, and pride myself on being a 35-year-old with the body of a man ten years younger. It helps to work out in the gym, and to spend as much time outdoors as the city allows. From my first piano lesson with Bob, I could tell there was some wonderful sexual energy between us. He would look at me as I played, and I saw his admiring glances with my peripheral vision. When I finished, he leaned toward me, and put his left arm around my back, and gave me a hug. "Bello!" he said, smiling broadly. (I wanted him to kiss me, but felt too shy to admit it.) About a week later, after we had ended one of my piano lessons with a hug, and a kiss to my head, Bob stood up next to me, behind the piano bench. He was not a very tall man, about five feet eight. I turned around on the bench to sit facing him, and saw Bob move his huge belly toward me. I leaned forward, and kissed his belly through his shirt. I could not put my arms all the way around him, but I did hold him on his sides as I leaned forward. My lips found the spread buttons down by his huge belly, and I saw the hair showing itself upon his belly. Leaning forward, I unbuttoned one more button, revealing his belly button, which looked huge. I kissed him there, and he groaned with pleasure. Wow, his huge Italian belly was turning me on. I felt my cock harden as I moved my tongue into his belly button. Bob giggled, and obviously ticklish there, pulled back a bit. As he pulled back, I noticed that he, too, was getting excited. Gently, I stroked the outside of his black slacks, feeling his sizable cock beneath the fabric. He threw his head back as I stroked, continuing to lick his beautiful belly. Bob unbuttoned his shirt, and removed it. He asked me to stand up. "I want to look at your legs, and that nice small butt!" As I stood, he held me in his arms, and kissed my neck, and my chest. Slowly, Bob sat on the piano bench--we had changed places--as I stood before him. Bob stroked my blue jeans, and eagerly unzipped my pants. He pulled them down along with my underwear, and my cock sprung out, throbbing, and dripping with clear pre-cum. God, was I aroused from Bob's tongue on my neck, and his lips on my face! As I stood before him, he gently cupped my balls in his hand, and licked the tip of my cock, rubbing it in his hand as he moved it in and out of his mouth. I told Bob that I was going to cum, and he mumbled "Good. Cum in my throat!" He jammed my cock down his throat, and almost on cue, I exploded into his mouth, shooting my cum as he swallowed every drop. Looking at the clock, I realized that we had been at it for over an hour. Since I had to get on my way to work, I pulled up my pants, and after a strong hug from my new friend, I went to work at my evening job. I looked forward to my next piano lesson at Bob's studio. The next week seemed to pass so slowly. Finally, my lesson day came, but not quickly enough. All week long I had had fantasies of Bob's belly, Bob's legs, his ass, and every part of him. I wanted to bury my face in his face, in his beard, in every one of my dreams as I fell asleep at night. Yes, I was so anxious to see my music teacher again. When I entered his studio, Bob hugged me, and stroked my ass and cock as he kissed my neck. But this time, I was determined to see more of Bob's beautiful body, and told him so. He motioned over to the sofa outside the practice room, locking the front door to the studio so we could have privacy. As he stood before me, I unbuttoned Bob's shirt, and undid his belt. His belly was gigantic, and beautiful, with dark nipples surrounded with swirls of gorgeous black hair. He turned around, and I slipped off his briefs. I put my arms around him, and felt his meaty cock from behind. As I leaned forward toward his back, I inhaled just above his ass, which smelled like perspiration--not a bad smell at all--but very masculine, they way you would expect an older man's ass to smell. I kissed it, and marveled at how fleshy and sweet it looked. Gently, I spread his ass cheeks, and kissed his ass all around his ass hole. Since he was moaning, I gently put the tip of my tongue in his hole, moving it slowly in and out, with a lot of saliva on my tongue, it slid in kind of easily. Burying my face in his ass crack, I put my arms again around his body, and felt his penis, which felt fairly heavy, and I stroked his balls, which felt absolutely huge in their bag beneath his penis. "I love your body, Bob" I told him as I came up for air. "Love you too, buddy," he replied. Resting, Bob sat on the sofa, leaning back. His penis and balls perched on the tops of his huge thighs, like a bird sitting on its eggs. He turned, and laid down, on his back, on the sofa. "Come, buddy, and lie on top of me," he asked. With joy, I got on top of Bob, my face toward his feet, in a "69" position. I spread my feet around his head. Eagerly, Bob began licking my legs, and the inside of my thighs. He rubbed my legs with his gentle but strong hands, moving his hands up to massage my ass. Soon, I felt my pre-cum sliding out of my cock, dripping onto his neck and chin. Moving his face up to where my cock was, Bob opened his mouth, and swallowed my cock. I moved up and down, sliding my cock in and out of his mouth. He spread my ass cheeks, and rubbed my ass as I moved my dick in and out of his warm mouth. The best part was that I was able to smell Bob's cock and balls as I lie on top of him. His huge belly was soft, and felt wonderful beneath my belly. It was so large, however, that I had to bend my head down toward his jewels. And what jewels they were! Surprisingly, Bob's cock was circumcised, unlike most Italians I had known or heard about. But his penis was sweet and beefy, dark-skinned, with a large, swollen head. His balls were very dark, his sack very hairy. I inhaled deeply, smelling his manly crotch aroma. I kissed his penis, licking the point where it joined his balls. Tenderly, I held it in my hand, moving my mouth toward it. I opened my lips, and surrounded the head of his penis with my lips. Moving my tongue to the underside of his throbbing glans, I licked it up and down. After several minutes, I was ready to cum in Bob's mouth, but wanted to wait. I took his cock out of my mouth, and said, "Bob, I would like to cum in your mouth at the same time you cum in mine." He laughed with approval, and we went back to work on each other. Me, the younger man, he the older man, but both very much involved in feeling pleasure from the other. He soon was grunting "um-hum", "um-hum," his way of telling me he was about to cum. I, too, was ready to shoot, and shoot we both did. I came a split-second sooner than he, and I could not stop my orgasmic explosions, as I shot my cum into his throat. Bob, my wonderful music teacher, pushed his thick cock deeper into my throat, and I felt his spasms as his huge belly shook. He held my thighs as he pumped cum deep into my mouth. It tasted so sweet, and delicious, just like I knew this lovable man's cum would taste. I was exhausted, but it looked like Bob was making a quick recovery. He smiled at me, saying, "You know, I need to cum just one more time." This was good news for me, as I could not get enough of his sweet syrup. We changed places once again, with me sitting on the sofa, and Bob standing in front of me. His cock, amazingly, was getting hard again, still covered as it was with his last huge ejaculation. I stroked his penis as he stood there. With one hand, I held up his huge belly, which was sagging down, almost touching his cock. But I was able to stroke him well. "Please, Bob" I begged. "Can you cum on my face this time?" "Would love to, my buddy" he said. I licked around the rim of his cock, and then sucked him even more than before, loving the idea that I probably would need to suck him for a longer time for him to cum again. That's what was nice about older men--they didn't shoot off so fast like younger men. I switched between sucking him, and stroking his fat penis with my right hand. He stood and opened his legs wider, and said, "Put me back, baby, I'm going to shoot a ton this time!" So I did, and concentrated on the red glans of his penis, pressing my tongue up against his throbbing cockhead. When I was sure he was about to explode, I took his penis and pointed it directly at my face, opening my mouth, but not closing my eyes--I wanted to see this beautiful cock at its best moment. And then it happened: He shook all over--especially his huge belly--and his penis opened up and shot a huge burst, hitting me on the cheek. His second shot went right into my mouth--I tasted his sweet, sweet cum again. But Bob wasn't finished. Another rope went to the bridge of my nose, another to my other cheek. Putting him in my mouth for the grand finale, more cum shot out, on top of my tongue and down my throat. He almost collapsed on me, but simply rubbed the top of my back from above. I touched his cum that was on my face, and slid it into my mouth, enjoying it so much. Bob sat down--collapsing--next to me on the sofa, both of us exhausted, but happy. I fell asleep, tucked under his huge arm, and smelling the wonderful aroma from his sugary sweet armpit. I kissed his armpit, licking my lips, tasting once again the sweet nectar he shot on my face. As I stood, I leaned over to kiss him. Bob hugged me and whispered, "Ti amo, Giuseppe!" Music Lessons A story for me by Suzannah. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (45 min/mp3) * * * * * Music Lessons I hit another bad note. My voice cracked under pressure, I guess. This is the first time I'd ever taken up singing lessons. I never was interested, but my parents used to say I had potential. They felt I could do better than all of the students in my chorus classes. I couldn't wrap my head around the idea of singing as a lifelong career though. It just isn't something I care about. My name is Elizabeth. I just turned 20, and still live with my parents as I head off to college. It's been my goal to make something good for the world; to create something I could share with the rest of the world. I suppose you could say I'm the joyous happy-go-lucky type of gal that can't help but get butterflies in my tummy when I see a cute kitty on videos - y'know. The ones where they mewl at the camera and use their cute little paws to ... well, y'know. I'm more or less that type of girl. I grew up around a lot of life-pampering things. Life was full of color and every day would be a new but similar day of happiness that I could share with my friends. The world was fluff and clouds for me. Was. Throughout my high-school years, I developed an interest in medical research. I'm not sure what I want to do just yet, but I know that I do want it. I began by putting efforts into becoming more involved with a very broad variety of activities throughout my senior high school year and freshman college years. Although I was more along the side of a tomboy at first, I eventually grew out into a weird mega-combination of everything. I'm actively supported by my track team, the boys in the other sports seem to like me a lot (it's the body)... I've joined performance arts clubs, and even tried to get involved in a competitive video game. I've had a busy life, but it all balanced out every interest I had. This would benefit me in the long run after all. Although this wasn't exactly necessary, I was dedicated to get to where I want. This is sort of where my next story comes in... You see, I also joined a singers club. Part of the club's activity is to sing for a health charity. This would greatly reflect in my resume, especially because there is also a hefty scholarship I want in the end of my current semester. It's not something I can let fly by. The money would cover so many of my expenses and reduce the amount of debt I would put myself through in the long run... so I need this. I need it far more than the person I am competing with right now. Guess I kind of forgot to mention her. I'm not one to judge or... well, bitch. However, there is always that one person in life that will always look for every way in particular to stand in the way of something you want. No. I don't feel you understand exactly how she stands in the way... She is an exact replica of myself (aside a few small details...). The idea that I would take the exact same types of lessons with the exact same teacher in the exact same timeframe for the exact same reasons is just... astronomical. I can't even begin to fathom how the chances could turn out this way. It's weird, it's all weird. The small details? Well, she's not exactly interested in the best field... While she's doing boobjobs and facial reconstructions to create more barbie dolls like herself, I am actually helping people survive. Let's leave it at that, and you can use your imagination a little to guess every scenario involving her, a chainsaw, and I. Well... Then there's the whole body thing. I can't say that I feel much for that but... nature tells me I should feel just a tad intimidated at the fact that she could be considered a little more attractive than myself. She does have a good shapely body. Yeah, her boobs are nicely shaped and plump, a good handful for any horndog out there. But so do I; my body is just as good... A quick jiggly grope reminds me I do have a nice set, but that's not what I want men to see me as... My hip curves are a lot sexier than that, no? And judging from what I see in the mirror, I do have beautiful eyes... Right?... Anyways... Point is, I have to deal with that witch in the one thing that virtually determines my entire life. Obviously, I'd never let anything, or anyone, especially a nobody like herself, get in my way. Not that I'm the type to do drastic things. I am a fair girl, and I like to keep my work clean and honest. I can get by easily without cheating in any way possible, unlike others. Well... sort of. With the events that have been occurring since the past... week or so, I am not sure what to consider this. I can't even tell where it's going but... I think it's okay. Continuing where I left off (before my little rant)... I've been taking singing lessons. This is the most important extra-curricular activity I've had to date. Mostly because it coincides with my other extra-curricular as a volunteer (for the sake of this account, I won't disclose where I am volunteering). The charity work being done is for that volunteer. It would be entirely illogical to consider it anything less than an opportunity to improve my stature and more forward! Thing is, out of all the things I've done in my life, singing was never my best. Yeah, my parents encouraged me to sing. I did have fun, especially when I played the role of an angel in a play, singing with my sweet, smooth, innocent, lovely voice. But that was then. And those compliments were from my parents. Now that I need actual talent, it's a different story. Therefore, I am in dire need of a singing teacher. Luckily, I found someone about 17 miles away from my neighborhood. Not close, but good enough. I would drive there for hour-long lessons every day. Every day, I would have my appointments set right after... I'll just call her Becky. It's not her name, but it has a prodding ring in my head when I think of her. Anyways, Becky would walk out just as I would enter the building. It's actually a house, owned by Ms. Enola Cross, my singing teacher. Ms. Enola Cross is actually pretty young; 28, and fairly average in build. I think she goes to the gym, especially since I've noticed she has a lot of specialized running shoes. She got her Masters in music theory when she was turning 24. Not only that, but she was involved in plenty of research programs for hearing impaired. That's mostly what turned me to her direction, since I saw that she had similar interests to myself. I wasn't sure I could ever find a reason to turn her lessons down over some other cheap trick trying to pass as a music teacher. Sorry, I wasn't exactly thinking that... Just had my thoughts on Becky for a minute there... Speaking of which, I meant to ask Ms. Cross about her... Greetings passed, welcomes given. In the comfort of her own warmly, oddly soothing home. Closing into her studio room... - Ms. Cross, I actually wanted to ask a quick question about uh... the girl that just left. She's actually a classmate in my college. We don't really see eye to eye much but, I was curious about what she was doing here. I know she's going for the same program I am, but how did she become involved with you? You've told me you don't begin appointments until my hour, the earliest in your schedule... I lied about us being classmates, she's actually part of a rival college. I casually met her through some friends involved in a science program that reaches the other college. I just want to see what I could get out of her... - Oh! Yes... she is actually participating in special lessons. Nothing against you darling, but her parents volunteered to donate to the charity I am sponsoring. The time she arrives here is the best she could do, given the other activities she has going on through her day, but that's as far as I know. I can't say I was surprised the spoiled little brat was getting her way through daddy's pocket change. Uh... Ahem... Pardon my language there... I'll admit, it is a little upsetting. But maybe I'm onto something that could give me an edge over her! Definitely so... - My daddy is an investment banker. And I'm involved in a local hospital internship program. I can get my daddy to chip in, and I could even help with the money I get. Ms. Cross, you know how much this charity means to me. I'm as honest a human being could get. I try to be empathetic and sympathetic to every person that I meet, even though life sometimes isn't fair, even to myself. Is there any chance you could help me out as well? I have a lot of free time, and there isn't anything I wouldn't do to help others. That's also why I'm in this to begin with. You know my story... As much as I love singing, I am doing this to help the charity. That cause would help me in the end, and in return I give more back to the world! Please, you have to help me... Ms. Cross gazed at me with what seemed like empathy. She was a very understanding woman, and I'm certain she knew what my plea meant to me. She gave a big sigh, I can't tell what it meant but... she seemed concerned. The next moment, I see her walking to a cabinet full of wine bottles. She pours a darkly colored drink into two glasses. At this moment, I assumed it was meant for the both of us. This could be part of the lesson... Reasoning it, it could be to relax the throat. Reducing anxiety makes sense, since the last few lessons were pretty bad. I was okay with it; 20 years old is just enough for me, and it seems like she doesn't want me to tell anyone else. We sit on a couch in her studio room, and she sets the drinks on a small table in front. I picked up the glass, watched it swirl around a little. I never drank wine before... I know it's grapes, but the smell is something strong. I take a sip, and that one singular sip sends my mind wild. Chills through my spine make my body quiver and my mind toss and toil as if I ingested a new perspective of the universe. After the drink settled, my body seemed far more relaxed. - It's a mixture, don't worry. Not all taste like that. I just think we'll need something a tiny bit strong to get your throat muscles to relax. I hope it wasn't too bad though. I'm not sure if you drink or not, so I kept it as light as I could without leaving it useless... It may be the drink but... I could sense a hint of soothing compassion coming from her voice. Anyway, I was right, it is for the lesson. I suppose that explains why Becky's eyes had a reddish tinge to them while she walked out before. I thought it was makeup; then again, I'm not much for makeup. - So, what is it we're doing now? I know the drinks are to help out smoothen out the voice and stuff. But I'm pretty sure drinking alcohol isn't the end-all that made opera what it was. Speaking of music, Ms. Cross had stood up and walked across to a sound system she uses when we sing. It seems the musical part was about to begin. She put on some lounge-like music, a relaxing tone that allowed me to sink into the bubbly grooves of the couch. A new definition to couch potato, as I felt like a care in the world couldn't dare reach me. It was definitely like home, and I felt ready to ... sleep, I guess. I took a big yawn and looked at Ms. Cross as she sat back down. She looked a little thicker than before. Well, considering I'm such a lightweight, there's no surprise I'm having a little distorted vision. - You and I have known each other for a while now, Ellie. I know you're a sweet girl, and your intentions are pure. You're bright and ambitious, something you don't exactly see in anyone else nowadays. But what you want is something so extreme that it makes no sense to pursue it in the manner that you are. Now, don't get me wrong, I want you to go as far as you can and realize your dreams. But what you were suggesting a minute ago... for your education... is something I can only offer in pure confidence. Girl to... girl. The liquor had me at a little daze but I was conscious and logical enough to understand her well enough. I understood her double meanings and what she was getting at... kind of. I just wasn't sure what was so secretive and... unconventional about singing lessons. All I want is to - and then I realized as I glanced down. I guess I'll make it easy for myself by saying that my music teacher has a penis as long as a forearm, and half as thick as a thigh. I think the liquor finally hit me, making me light-headed. Or maybe not... Maybe this is what panic feels like, especially now that I realized she practically boozed me up. I think I'm scared. I'm not sure what to do... I... am I crying? I have to get away from this... The next thing I feel is Ms. Cross's breasts. The lights in the room were dimmed down, but I could still see the glimmer of energy they still produced. My heart was racing no longer. I felt a soothing calmness coming from the bond-like feeling she gave me. I'd known her for years, though I never was consistently invested in her until senior year. But... I felt I was close to her. A little more than just love; a trusting love that I have had from my parents. I guess she is sort of like a second mother to me. She always did take care of ... wait... I pull away quickly after the realization from what just happened. My heart begins to pick up its pace again a little. Mixed feelings were bombarding my emotional state as I stared at her in her nude. I wasn't sure what to make of the situation. I am old enough to know that life enjoys different angles but... my trusted music teacher... I can't bear the idea of what I am currently holding witness to. - I know it's not something you're used to. Or anyone else for that matter. I can guarantee you, this isn't something she knows about. All I do is give her the same wine brand, under the impression she will relax more and improve naturally. But that's about it. She doesn't mind keeping it a secret from her parents. And trust me when I tell you that she is nothing compared to you, Ellie. You have a gift. Not a talent in music, but a gifted heart that is willing to mold yourself a talent in music. And this is why I felt I should be honest with you... She reached for me, and I replied with a startle. I was a little nervous, a little more along the lines of disturbed because my own music teacher is naked in front of me with a 10 pound sausage between her legs... Hehe, sausage. Now that's definitely disturbing. I'm not sure if I'm more disturbed or curious about the idea... I mean, really. A what... 9 inch penis on her? I've never seen a live penis, but I have seen plenty of pictures and educational films in my classes. This instance is beyond me though. As we sat there in silence, I let the idea roll in my head. I still felt the distressed expression in my face, and I definitely saw concern on hers. I could see she was wondering what was in my mind at the moment. With everything happening, I couldn't find a word to say. Instead, I'd lay in silence thinking about the situation... I need to make sure I make the right move... First of all, that I am even considering anything other than jumping away, leaving, and possibly reporting her is curious enough. I wonder what that says about my psyche... Maybe it's the scientific part of me that's taking over. Now that I am getting curious, it calms me a little more. And it seems the alcohol's helped a bit too. I think I'm okay with her... and the large ... heave meat between her legs. - I'm okay. I think. Glancing at the enormous penis limp over her legs... I give a shuddering sigh of relief to make sure she comprehends how I feel. Er... Not sure if that came out right. I don't want to give the wrong impression... - I'm glad... I... don't know what I'm doing anymore. It all made sense in my head a second ago, but now that I'm here... I feel too much regret. I know you and I clicked like sisters, or something like that. But I wish you knew the burdens I've had to withstand through my life... I have never been good at carrying myself through with them... I hope you understand me through that much... My mind erased a pretty obvious euphemism there. Her eyes watered. I think this entire session was a breakdown for her. Suddenly I don't feel so distressed, moreover concerned for her. Something like this isn't normal. Not the whole large schlong thing but... her exposing herself, liquoring me, and all of this. None of it seems like a normal day for her, so something must have been eating her up... Heh. The euphemism came back up, and soon I realized I could lighten the mood by showing I was okay with it all. - Speaking of burdens, I bet that large stack of meat must be something you have to work through when getting up from your bed huh?! Heheh. That was beyond awkward... sort of. The only thing that made up for it was when seeing her face change quickly. I doubt I made any significant change, but it seemed to lighten the mood a bit. She smirked softly. - Oh honey... This situation's left me at a loss of words. - It's left *you* at a loss of words?! I am the one staring at it for the first time! Ms. Cross, this is a really... uncommon sight! Even in men! I felt that could be taken wrongly... Have to correct myself quickly before she reacts. - Gosh, if I had a penis to begin with, I would love to run around slapping people with it. But a monster-sized shlong dong that big? I'd definitely use it as a weapon to protect myself, heheh. Ms. Cross half-gasped. She wasn't sure what to make of my words. But quickly, I came back to the logical side and wondered. - Wait. So if this was your intention all along, what did this have to do with my lessons? Better yet, helping me at all? Ms. Cross had a blank expression. The ambiance suddenly went into an odd chill. I'm not an idiot. I could add two and two together. I just wasn't exactly sure how she intended to use her penis as help. - I'll keep this professional. You are a lady of sciences, and I have been involved in research. I'll keep it plainly enough by saying that your best points have always been your high notes. You could reach them beautifully without effort in that angelic voice you know you've always had. I know potential, Ellie. But you don't seem to be able to unlock that potential because something in your vocal cords is holding your speaking voice back. When you sing, you avoid using your speaking voice, which is has the purest sound of all tones. - You're closest to falsetto, but you need your tenor tone in order to sing your part best in the choir for the charity. Having a little bit of a baritone wouldn't hurt either. At this rate, it would take you approximately 4 months, when you know you only have a few weeks left. No amount of regular practice would allow you to improve the voice that you currently have to what you want at its peak... No amount of conventional practice at least... I understood the situation perfectly now. My throat swelled up and my heart raced. I wasn't sure what to think. On another note, my extremities were suddenly on fire as I thought about all of this. I couldn't explain it. All I was doing was thinking about it, not even considering it. Was I? But for some reason... my body was already ready. I could feel dilations in my throat as I thought about it. A pulsating motion, as if it were preparing itself. - This is impossible. My throat is too petite. I couldn't believe those words rolled out of my mouth. Not because I would never say them, but because I felt my mouth was completely jammed. As a matter of fact... it was. It took me a while to realize, but I had already given in to my sensations, seemingly a few minutes ago. My eyes were fixed into an inverted house, as I lay in the studio couch with my body facing up. I was staring at nothingness, as my mind went blank, not realizing what was happening. Until now. The head of her penis was about the size and color of a red apple. As I said before, or thought before, it is anatomically impossible for her to fit it through. But this didn't seem to stop my music teacher. She seemed to struggle as she took her large member and continued to attempt to thrust it down my throat to violate my vocal box. Sweat began to develop on every pore of her body. A curious aroma wafted from her 9-inch tower of baby-making meat. I also now realized that the size of her testicles were close to more than a handful; egg-shaped fruit-bearer... Full of promise... A man like that would be biologically engineered to inseminate women all over the world. As a lady of science, I would gladly give myself to it... It's only natural to want the sex-dominant man. Proportions like those are signals for pregnancy efficiency. Music Lessons The attempts stopped. I snapped out of my entranced thoughts and watched Ms. Cross reach for something in a hidden compartment across the studio. Sooner than later, she was back at it again. - I'm going to try a couple of things that may help you get your new voice! Her voice echoed a little... Sounded like she had a mic with reverb on. Definitely the liquor... Unless she's somehow using that ass-pounder as a microphone. First she handed me a really large dildo. Too big for me to fit, but I could try messing around with it. Seems that's what she intends, to help me turn myself on. She then lubricates her member, and ties a cute little red bow at the end of her shaft with a label that says "Low G". I... couldn't help but laugh, honestly. But I realized that it was the pure truth of the situation. She proceeded in helping me gobble down her large penis. Through the stimulation, humorous relaxation, and now a clear incentive, I finally had the head pop in my mouth! Not to mention an inch or two slid in easily because of the lubricant. The quick slide shocked me a little, and thought I almost gagged. But easy enough, I relaxed and breathed slowly. - That's it, baby. Just breeeathe. Let it go through. At this point, I could feel my throat burn a little. If you can imagine what it's like to have someone shove not only their fist into your mouth, but then their forearm down your throat, then you have an idea of what's happening. Because now, two more inches slide down my throat as I take my final deep breath. I am officially deepthroating my music teacher. Another inch slides down slowly, as she takes it slowly to avoid scaring me. It's almost like a very large and long snake with a large head slithering down your throat, except you are being force-fed said snake and are enjoying every moment of it. The juices that seem to be excreting are sensational. My body is tingling with arousal and I can't help but prod a little harder with the big girl's toy she gave me. I can fully enjoy being fed while I play with my toy. I practically allowed myself to get lost in the moment, seeing how interesting it was. I couldn't pass up the opportunity of something so... unorthodoxly... orthodox as sex. Yes, my music teacher was making sex to my throat. I am allowing it, and that's completely - ... My thoughts are interrupted as she finally makes me down 6 inches of her shaft. I made a burp-like sound, almost like a gag. Although I'm almost certain it was the point at which my voice just broke; I'm certain I've lost my voice for a few days. But I could hear my pitch was a whole lot lower. - Did you hear that? Now is where we can begin the training. I'll begin by massaging your throat, helping it adjust to its new size. Just hold your breath a little longer and I'll end the session by lubricating it so as to alleviate the sore throat. I felt like a carnie. Looking from below, where her baby-making ostrich egg-sized testicles were, I could see she had managed to slide her entire broadsword down my throat. This is evident by the fact that her scrotum is completely planted on my face. Given the aroma from her sweating, I wouldn't mind living like this forever. Maybe superglue her to my mouth, and she could provide the nutrition I need from there. She began to remove herself. I could feel every inch sliding out, as I give a small childish burp after being fed that enormous sausage. Abruptly, she slides it back in. Now that she had established her dominance over my throat, she is free to fuck it at will. For the next half hour, I became a dominated throat object that she would fuck to perfection. It was agreed between the two of us that this is the only logical approach to reaching a pure singing voice. Finally, she allowed a harmonious moan, and let loose what felt like a gallon of experience down my throat. As a resolve, we would continue the same "lessons" past the charity. I found a bigger interest in music theory now. [Ending scene showing Ellie singing 'Ave Maria' in baritone.]